The blood of immortals is also red, just like the blood of human beings.
When the Pixing Immortal had no power to resist, Lu Jing brought the power of Lutan and smashed him into blood mist, which condensed into a drop of blood and was swallowed by him.
In front of the Taixian Hall of Taixuan Palace, the White Deer Divine Sword suspended in the air made a clear sound.
Emperor Chongtian, who was originally looking up at the deep universe with his hands behind his back and looking at the two stars of Jidu and Rahu, couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the Hezhong Road.
His hands couldn't help but fall, and the smile on his lips became clearer.
"As expected of him, he is the person Jiang Shoufu and I both like."
Emperor Chongtian said: "I thought that even if Lu Jing's body and soul could contain the power of Lutan, he would not be able to cross several realms and face several immortals. However, I never thought that this young man's body is stronger than I imagined."
The white deer trembled slightly, and a sword light shone on it. The sword light fell to the ground and instantly transformed into a human figure, which was the incarnation of Jia Shangmin's sword light.
Shang Min's incarnation stood in the glorious palace. When he met Emperor Chongtian, he did not bow. Instead, he said: "Isn't this just what you want? The stronger Lu Jing is, the more he reflects the two stars of Jidu Luohu. Maybe one day, his sharp
The light of the sword can cut off that heavenly barrier."
Emperor Chongtian did not respond to Shang Min, but the smile on his lips became even thicker.
"It's just that for such a talented young man who reflects the Dragon Slaying Platform and has the shadow of Chen Baxian on his body, is it not worth the gain rather than the loss for your painting to reflect Jidu Luohu and use it as a puppet to kill the immortal?"
"He turned into a puppet, and the spirit in his heart melted away. The rare fearless sword spirit was also covered in dust, and the Fuguang sword spirit was also covered in dust, never to see the light of day again.
Holy Lord, you wanted Lu Jing to kill the immortal, you wanted him to kill Tianque, but you destroyed such an unparalleled talent.
What's more, the original Lu Jing already held the power of heaven and earth, and the Hezhongdao could have avoided the catastrophe. Now that you have turned Lu Jing into a puppet, isn't it a waste of this rare power in the world?"
Emperor Chongtian slowly waved his sleeves and walked into the Taixian Hall. At the top of the hall, there was a piece of papyrus placed on the table inlaid with a dragon corpse.
The word fierce was written on that piece of paper.
"Lu Jing's spiritual aura is almost unparalleled, but the sword to kill immortals does not require a strong aura, it just needs to be sharp enough."
Emperor Chongtian looked at the words on the papyrus: "If you are too tough or too kind, you cannot be the first sword to kill the immortal."
"He killed the Immortal Phi Xing today, and the two stars of Jidu and Rahu were summoned by Lutan. Under the influence of the corpse of the Immortal within, Lu Jing would definitely be given the qualification to reflect these two primeval stars.
Even if these two stars are the guardian stars of Tianque, Ming Yujing cannot stop Lu Jing.
Maybe...Ming Yujing will think that this Lu Jing is the one chosen by Tianque."
"As for the power of heaven and earth to control wind and rain..."
Emperor Chongtian’s expression did not change: “If you plan for a moment, how can you plan for eternity?
In the past six thousand years, immortals have always looked down on the human world. A generation of human heroes wanted to get rid of the immortals, but they all turned into yellow sand in the end.
This was true for the Taiwu Dynasty in the past, and it was also true for the earlier Chaoge.
As for the last spiritual tide battle, if Ming Yujing had not wanted chaos in the world, perhaps Dafu would have been lost in it!
Shang Min, as a king, you should never keep your gaze in one place. Although the road in the middle of the river is sad, it cannot be more sad than the fate of the creatures on earth for hundreds of years."
Shang Min thought for a moment, then incarnate and walked into the Taixian Hall. He also walked calmly to the top of the Taixian Hall, and looked down at the two words written by Lu Jing to Prince Thirteen Yanxu.
"You killed Immortal Lutan just for this so-called chess game of killing immortals?"
The World Sword Armor looked at the dragon corpse embedded in the table with some disgust.
"I am the Lord of Lutan." Emperor Chongtian said: "I killed the Immortal of Lutan, refined Lutan, and used Lutan to find the deer in the world."
When he said this, he glanced at Shang Min: "I originally wanted to get a deer like you, but I never thought that you would go out of your own way and enter the fairyland to seize the fairy sword. Then you would use the deer pond as a furnace to forge it.
He has mastered divine magic, the Two White Deer Swords."
"I have been planning this for a long time. You are the first person to escape my control, and you will also be the last one."
"Huh?" Shang Min suddenly smiled: "The world is vast and there are countless geniuses, but geniuses like Lu Jing are rare.
Holy Lord, you want to make Lu Jing your puppet to kill the immortal. You think that the power of Lutan is enough to make Lu Jing get lost. You think that the two stars of Ji Du Luohu are enough to make Lu Jing deeply trapped in the killing and unable to extricate himself...
It’s just that Lu Jing is a sword practitioner.”
"A sword practitioner has the most important spirit. Although the Fuguang Sword Qi he cultivated is immature, the last time I saw him, the Fuguang Sword Qi had already acquired the charm of human sword Qi.
However, in the Hezhongdao group, the Fuguang Sword Qi was already mixed with Gou Chen Thunder, and even the Great Fu Law Golden Thunder, and even further, coupled with the fearless sword spirit...
At this moment, no matter the sword energy, Qi nature, or even the sword soul, it seems that they are all confused by the power of Lutan and affected by the murderous Qi drawn out by Jidu Luohu.
It’s just that I don’t think that the power of Lutan and Jidu Luohu can forever surpass the Fuguang Sword Qi and the Fearless Sword Soul.”
Emperor Chongtian sat back on the throne, holding the armrest with one hand, leaning forward slightly, and lightly tapped the piece of papyrus with the other hand.
In an instant, a ball of flame ignited on the piece of paper, burning up the word "violent".
"If it's just the induction of Rahu, it may not be able to overwhelm the sword energy and sword spirit.
But Lu Jing wants to reflect those two stars."
As Emperor Chongtian spoke, the dragon corpse embedded in the table suddenly opened its eyes and looked at the incarnation of Shang Min.
"You made a bet with me. Now Lu Jing killed Immortal Pixing and induced Jidu Luohu... Shang Min, you lost."
Shang Min's incarnation remained motionless, and the White Deer Divine Sword suspended in front of the Taixian Hall seemed to feel pity, as a white light bloomed from the sword.
The hazy white light touched the moonlight in the sky, making it appear brighter and brighter.
The White Deer Divine Sword was once lent to Lu Jing by Shang Min. Lu Jing seemed to remember this divine sword, which was the fourth in the world.
"Holy Lord, haven't you noticed that the words spoken by the young lady from the Duke of Nanguo's Mansion seem to have made the lost Lu Jing a little suspicious?"
Shang Min felt the sword light blooming from the White Deer Divine Sword and suddenly spoke.
Emperor Chongtian's eyes moved and he just shook his head: "It's not enough."
Shang Min seemed to agree with Emperor Chongtian's words, and the luster on his body gradually dissipated, saying: "It's not over yet, let's see again."
Shang Min's voice came.
The blazing white light on the White Deer Divine Sword disappeared.
But the wind stopped and the rain stopped in Taixuanjing, and then it started to snow heavily.
Heavy snowflakes are flying in this most prosperous place in the world. Some people lament that the auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. Children from the wealthy families are playing in the snow at night, while ordinary people are hiding at home, afraid of catching the cold in this windy and snowy night.
Joy differs from person to person.
She was sitting in the restaurant in a grand manner. The mysterious storyteller in green shirt was supposed to be on stage to tell stories, but at this time, he was nowhere to be seen.
Sheng Zi waited for a long time. For some reason, she became more and more bored and nervous, and even felt breathless.
The young lady from the Taishu Pavilion's second assistant's residence was pale. She had already entered the martial arts world, but she was breathing heavily for no reason.
So on this snowy night, Shengzi opened the window next to her.
She looked up at the sky, only to find that there was an extremely bright star in the sky filled with dark clouds.
"Lu Jing once said that after a person leaves this world, he will always turn into a shining star in the sky, illuminating the path of the person in his heart."
“I just don’t know whose path this star is lighting up?”
Shengzi in red missed Lu Jing more and more. She could no longer hold back the impulse in her heart, so she turned over and jumped out of the window of the restaurant.
She got on her heels and headed towards the city gate without looking back.
She was going to Hezhong Road to look for Lu Jing. If she didn't see Lu Jing again, she felt like her heart was going to die.
Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Eleven were sitting on the fifth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower. They were also looking at the scene outside the Self-cultivation Tower. Both of them were silent.
After a long time, Mr. Guanqi looked at Mr. Eleven and asked, "Did you give Haitang... to Qingyue?"
Mr. Eleven nodded: "Qing Yue is worthy of that Begonia."
…
Just as Mr. Shiyi said, it was snowing heavily that day, so Qingyue could not return to Kongshan Alley of Yanglu Street.
The small courtyard in Kongshan Alley had already been bought by Qing Yue with the money given by the Thirteenth Prince.
However, for more than half a year after Lu Jing went to Hezhong Road, Qing Yue stayed in the library, studying pharmacology with Mr. Eleven. From time to time, he would go to the charity hall in Taixuan Capital, but rarely returned to Kongshan Alley.
The reason is that this small courtyard is full of Qing Yue's memories. Every time Qing Yue returns to her room, she will habitually look out the window to see if it is the time when Lu Jing is about to come back. Every corner of the courtyard has been filled with memories.
There are traces of Lu Jing.
Especially the two chairs in front of the main room. Lu Jing and Qing Yue would always sit together every evening and talk a lot.
"Sir, since you left Taixuanjing, no one has sat here with me to talk."
Qing Yue sat alone on the chair.
She is kind and fragile, and wants to cry whenever she thinks of Lu Jing.
Especially today, Qing Yue felt more and more depressed. After sitting alone for a long time, she probably remembered something and suddenly stood up and entered the main room.
In the main house, the crabapple bloomed again.
When Qing Yue saw the pink and white flowers of Begonia, her heart beat suddenly much faster, and her heart seemed to be pressed by a big mountain.
"What's going on?"
When Qing Yue came to Begonia, the faint worry in her heart turned into a biting cold the moment she saw the Begonia flowers blooming.
She seemed to have expected something, but she felt the cold wind outside the door became stronger, making her feel cold all over.
Qing Yue stabilized her trembling body and looked down at the pink and white flowers.
In an instant, Qingyue saw the scene among the white flowers again.
She vaguely saw Lu Jing walking alone on a dark road, which was extremely dark.
Lu Jing lowered his head and walked quietly.
His eyes were confused, as if he had forgotten everything and his true intentions. Even the sword on his waist had disappeared, and he was just walking aimlessly.
Go, go...keep going!
"Master..." Qing Yue shouted in a low voice with a trembling voice.
She had a strong premonition.
If the young master continues like this, he will become farther and farther away from this world.
"Master!"
Qing Yue's voice suddenly became louder, trying to wake up Lu Jing.
But Lu Jing seemed oblivious, still moving forward stiffly and numbly.
"Master...Master..."
Qingyue's body kept shaking, but her voice became louder and louder every time.
The sound of "Young Master" seems to carry Qingyue's yearning, her yearning, her attachment and reluctance to Lu Jing, through the pink and white flowers, finally...
The scene finally reached Lu Jing's ears.
Lu Jing, who was walking on the dark road, seemed to hear Qing Yue's call.
He stopped in confusion, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.
Qingyue is still calling.
So Lu Jing, who was in the darkness, turned his head and looked back.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Jing seemed to see something, and his confused eyes became clearer.
"Qing Yue..." He also said Qing Yue's name, but there was a bit of confusion in his tone, as if he was recalling...
Qingyue...who is she?
"It's me, Master."
Qing Yue stood there, her head lowered and her shoulders shrugged. The cold wind outside the door kept blowing, blowing her green dress.
"It's my young master."
"Hurry up... come back quickly. It's too dark in this courtyard. I don't dare to live here alone."
…
That's just a commonplace statement.
But when the girl said these words to the crabapple flower with a trembling and expectant tone.
Emperor Chongtian in front of the Taixian Hall desk suddenly frowned, then stood up and looked in the direction of the Hezhong Road.
The White Deer Divine Sword shines brightly.
The incarnation of Sword Armor Shang Min suddenly dispersed, and the White Deer Divine Sword rolled up a sword light and flew out of Taixian Hall and Taixuan Palace in an instant.
"Let me see...how far can Lu Jing go?"
…
On the Hezhong Road, Lu Jing lowered his head above Lutan, and a name kept coming to his mind.
The owner of that name was with him day and night, the owner of that name placed his faith on him without reservation, and the owner of that name lived in the brightest and softest place in his heart.
"Qingyue..."
Lu Jing whispered to himself.
Scenes from the past seemed to be remembered by him.
He remembered Qing Yue holding a lunch box, standing under the crevice of the rockery, bending down and looking at him.
He remembered that Qing Yue always put her hands behind her back and smiled at him with crooked eyebrows.
He remembered what Qingyue said when she carefully took a bite of peach blossom cake and sold the remaining peach blossom cake to count the money.
"This is money for the young master to practice martial arts..."
Scenes from the past flowed by like those disgusting scenes.
He thought of those young and clear eyes in the shrine.
Thinking of Nan Fengmian, Nan Xuehu talked nonsense while drinking with him.
Thinking of the letter Chen Xuanwu wrote to him.
I remembered the gentleness on Mr. Guanqi's face and the admiration in his eyes when he first met him. I also remembered the black sandalwood sword and the holding pen that Mr. Guanqi gave him.
Sheng Zi, Si Wanyu, Nan Heyu, Zhuo Yaoluo, Zhong Yubai, Yu Qixiang, Wei Jingzhe, Guan Changsheng, Mr. Nine, Mr. Eleven...
Countless figures intertwined in his mind, instantly igniting the Fuguang Sword Qi bred in his soul and igniting his sword soul.
"My human world is roughly composed of these people."
Lu Jing remembered many things, and suddenly the sword light surged around his body, and the sword energy burst out of the air, illuminating the entire Lutan, and seemed to illuminate the world...
The sword bone in the center of his eyebrows was still trembling. The sword bone came from Mr. Fourth's human sword.
"In this universe, in this world, there are also stars..."
"Since I hold the sword energy of the human world, I think this human world is very good, why not reflect the stars of the human world?"
Lu Jing whispered softly.
Chu Kuangren, who was among the three stars in the sky that day, stood on the rooftop and looked down at Lutan, and then nodded: "Guanqi, you have a good sense. This power of Lutan has actually made Lu Jing's wedding dress, otherwise Lu Jing would have to accumulate it for a long time.