Yu Sha

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"Chu Weiyang, you can look back at any time. In the past, Jian Zong couldn't help you, but you said, no matter what kind of request it is, as long as you say it, as long as Jian Zong can do it, considering this kind of swordsmanship For the sake of my swordsmanship, I will definitely be willing to repay you!"

"You are not just living with their hatred, you are living on their behalf. Presumably, they also expect you to live a better life, a better life..."

"Such a wonderful method, such a swordsmanship..."

This was probably the first time that Song Qingxi used this method to comfort others. At first, You could still see the clear regulations, but Chu Weiyang just remained silent and allowed him to continue to say a few words, and finally became I am running out of words.

And while Song Qingxi was talking to himself, the part of the originally dark golden mist that belonged to the gilded divine flower was still being reduced.

Soon, as the mist itself returned to its original color of gray-black smoke, and perhaps especially the return of the "Demon Suppressing Cave" at the level of the soul, Song Qingxi's soul and mind once again fell into a cycle of pain and torture.

Furthermore, Song Qingxi's words, which were becoming more and more incoherent, became even more incoherent.

And gradually, it became more than just an incoherent expression. It was very loud, and Song Qingxi's soul voice began to make painful sobbing sounds intermittently.

At a certain moment, she raised her head and looked in the direction of Chu Weiyang's thoughts and thoughts, as if she had used up all her remaining sanity.

"kill me……"

"Kill...kill me..."

"kill……"

However, even such words did not elicit the slightest response from Chu Weiyang. From beginning to end, the Taoist's thoughts and thoughts were just hanging there, just like the extremely deep grotto that Chu Weiyang looked at every day in the past. Except for the eternal darkness that lasted for many years, the depths of the cave never gave the desperate Chu Weiyang the slightest feedback.

Now, it's the same again.

Moreover, soon, the concept of death began to pop up in Song Qingxi's thoughts and thoughts. Furthermore, the concept itself triggered memories, the memories themselves reflected the Qi, and the Qi again pulled the sword intention.

So in just a moment, the sword energy galaxies filling the sky reflected thousands of sword energy, and then they fell into the world like a waterfall. The swords turned into streamers of light, and all passed through the gray-black mist.

Furthermore, under Chu Weiyang's gaze, Song Qingxi's divine form once again fell into a state of self-separation and madness. In the gray-black mist, looming outlines of Yin spirits appeared, biting Song Qingxi. The divine form itself.

The supreme swordsmanship that had just taught Song Qingxi to rush towards him like a duck, feeling longing and longing, but also frightened by it, was cutting Song Qingxi's soul and soul in this way.

However, such changes did not seem to last too long.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, a gilded divine flower emerged from the gray-black mist.

In the midst of the electric light and stone fire, all the magic swords in the sky returned to their original positions in the galaxy, and the outlines of all the Yin spirits disappeared. In this haze, which was originally a dark gold color, and was constantly changing towards the gilded divine glow in the churning, Song Qingxi His divine form appeared again, just like that of a drowning man, breathing heavily while regaining his senses.

Along with the changes here in Song Qingxi, at the same time, the "Dharma Appearance Heaven and Earth" of the Six Paths True Shape Diagram, which had just paused for a while, started operating again.

The vast vitality of heaven and earth went and returned, enveloping the golden glow and the power of the Tao and Fruit revealed bit by bit inside. At the same time, all the six true intentions towards Chu Weiyang's figure were revealed. Flood away.

At the same time, Song Qingxi, who gradually regained his sanity, also began to look at the thoughts and thoughts that were still hanging in the mountain and river sword world with an almost desperate look.

Whether stubborn, crazy, or even hypocritical, people in this world have many different words of praise and blame to refer to the monks of the Sword Sect and the monks of the Jieyun lineage of the Sword Sect.

They are going crazy thinking about menstrual supplements!

But no matter who you are, you have to admit one thing, such as the monks of the Sword Sect and the descendants of the Jieyun lineage. Regardless of their talents and abilities, at least they are truly devoted to the way of swordsmanship. .

For the sake of swordsmanship and the completion of the sword scripture, they dare to do anything and accomplish anything.

It is precisely because of this that Song Qingxi, who is also driven by this thought, no matter how sparse or incoherent he is, is always "full of passion" and wants to teach Chu Weiyang to see, but he doesn't like that god. His thoughts were just floating like this, he didn't say a word, and he just watched the mountains and rivers sword world like this for a long time.

That kind of melancholy charm itself can almost make Song Qingxi's "full of passion" feel like falling into an ice cellar.

Song Qingxi could also understand that this chill was the real hatred that could not be erased in Chu Weiyang's emotions. Things seemed to have fallen into some kind of dead end and endless loop——

Chu Weiyang's hatred cannot be relieved, and this supreme swordsmanship cannot be passed on to the hands of the swordsman. In the future, the Qianyuan swordsmanship is destined to wither and even die due to the more magnificent swordsmanship. In the years and years.

But if he wanted to relieve Chu Weiyang's hatred and enable the supreme swordsmanship to be passed on, I am afraid that according to Chu Weiyang's state of mind, he would have to kill all the sword sects, and that would be enough.

But if Chu Weiyang really followed Chu Weiyang's thoughts, even if he obtained the supreme swordsmanship method, who should he teach it to practice?

It was precisely because of thinking about this that for a long time, the more rational Song Qingxi became, the more desperate he became because of it.

And at this moment, I felt the changes in the gilded divine flower as it wandered through the catalog of his six true forms, and then saw Song Qingxi, who was becoming more and more desperate in silence.

Insensitivity itself is not painful.

And even if it was just for the gilded divine flowers that appeared one after another, Chu Weiyang had to teach Song Qingxi to climb out of this desperate state of mind.

So, after a long silence, Chu Weiyang slowly spoke.

"Song Qingxi, now you are behind bars, look at this golden glow, this power of Dao Fruit! Your golden elixir Dao Fruit and the fragments of your life magic weapon are all in Pindao's control, even you The main body has to kill the transformed monster in the open sea to save his own life! "

"Even you are a clay and stone sculpture. You are stuck in the mud and can't protect yourself. What qualifications do you have to shamelessly tell me that the Sword Sect can give me anything?"

"You can't even make your own decisions now!"

"Moreover, Sword Sect? What can Sword Sect give me? You are trapped in the mountain and river sword world of Pindao. Not to mention that you have lost all the eyesight of a great monk in the Golden Core Realm!"

"In front of a swordsmanship like Pindao, do you still think about giving alms in a condescending manner?"

"Arrogant! Arrogant! Arrogant! You don't even know it!"

At this time, Song Qingxi was not afraid of Chu Weiyang scolding her, she was only afraid that Chu Weiyang would remain silent.

So, just when Chu Weiyang's angry voice was still echoing in the Shanhe Sword World, Song Qingxi's voice hurriedly sounded in the gilded divine cloud.

"Yes, it is the fault of a poor man, arrogance, arrogance, arrogance without knowing it..."

"Then don't mention Sword Sect, don't mention everything else. I am already behind bars. As long as I can pass on this supreme swordsmanship, I am willing to atone for my sins and redeem Sword Sect's sins."

"No! Atone for my sins too!"

"When is the time to repay grievances? There is no resurrection after death. If you want to hate, your hatred will be endless. Okay, kill Pindao today, and kill Pindao's fellow disciples the next day. One day, all the members of the Sword Sect will be beheaded by you. "Destroy, how to relieve this hatred?"

"It will only bite you back, and at that time, all the reasons that should have been solved have already died in your hands."

"I……"

Before Song Qingxi could say anything else, Chu Weiyang's divine form suddenly condensed in the mountain and river sword world in the reflection of his thoughts and thoughts.

In just a moment, Chu Weiyang had slowly walked in front of Song Qingxi.

He looked down at the purple-gold Taoist robe in front of him. He showed a cold and calm temperament because he had regained his rationality. He looked like an iceberg and a lotus.

In the cold gaze, Chu Weiyang suddenly let out a sneer.

"You are teaching a Yuanmen monk how to relieve the hatred in his heart? Are you teaching the descendants of the Panwang Sect to know what cause and effect is and what luck is?"

"You want to atone for your sins?"

"Okay! Just say that Pindao can promise you..."

"No! Pindao has promised you this time to teach you how to atone for your own sins!"

"I will cultivate and perfect your true spirit, and I will take away your physical body in the future. Do you agree?"

In the same place, Song Qingxi fell into silence.

So Chu Weiyang continued to sneer.

"I ask you to recite the "Heart-Eating Summoning Mantra". Recite it now. As an elder of the Qianyuan Sword Sect, do you agree?"

Still silence.

"I ask you to control Pindao's Galaxy Sword Picture, control this magical sword pill, and kill one person from the Sword Sect, but Pindao can survive one person from the Sword Sect. Do you agree?"

For a long time, it was the silence within the silence, the silence within the silence.

Chu Weiyang's words seemed to teach Song Qingxi to struggle impatiently out of the quagmire of despair, then hold her hair again and push her head into the mud again.

But on the spot, Chu Weiyang seemed extremely angry, but he didn't even smile.

"You see, it's not that a poor Taoist doesn't want to get rid of the root cause. Today you are the root cause. You want to see the true way, but you also want to end the cause and effect without giving anything."

"Ha! You, Sword Sect, are really demonic!"

"Moreover, Song Qingxi, with your Taoist heart at the level of a supreme golden elixir monk, is it better than the Sword Sect? Or is it better than the Sword Dao?"

Rarely, during a moment of hesitation, Song Qingxi seemed to struggle his head out of the mud.

"I...I don't know."

On the spot, Chu Weiyang shook his head and Shi Shiran walked away.

"No, you know, you're just not willing to figure it out for yourself yet!

That’s all for today, but if you really want to relieve yourself from the root cause, I will only talk about one thing at the moment. The power of the golden elixir and Taoist fruit is useful for my practice. What should I do? It’s up to you. think. "

When the words fell, Chu Weiyang's divine form disappeared.

In the same place, for a long time, bathed in the golden glow, Song Qingxi seemed to be struggling repeatedly.

Finally, she sighed.

"Chu Weiyang... please... kill me..."

For the first time, Song Qingxi took the initiative to lead the change of death with some kind of desire to live towards death.

The next moment, the stars fell down like a waterfall.

And perhaps it is precisely because this is also the first time that Song Qingxi is bathed in the golden glow. In an unprecedented rational state, she feels the pain of thousands of swords penetrating her mind, and feels the supreme swordsmanship that she longs for. Damage to one's own soul.

Finally, the unbearable pain caused Song Qingxi's divine form to let out a shrill roar.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

No stream is allowed to run in Wanshan Mountain, which will make the sound of the stream noisy day and night.

The world of mountains and rivers encompasses everything that happens in between, but the unprecedentedly intense painful feeling seems to be actively urging something to be transmitted to the closely connected distant sky.

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