"With this little trick...you still want to change your fate against the will of heaven?"
Lord Xueyue rarely showed such a stern expression. When Tang He watched this scene, he was still fighting with Huailan, but he turned around for a moment and his sight was misaligned. He caught a glimpse of the expression of the man in the middle of the water. That look was very strange——
So he will remember that the rarer the situation, the more attention it deserves.
Then Tang He remembered the words spoken by a face similar to the one he was talking about last time.
In other words, mocking.
The mockery in that manner was actually quite harsh and even more serious. He had just finished fighting this monster, and finally realized that Lord Kotsutsuki had not reserved his strength against him before.
Instead, it retains a great degree of strength.
It was a night as dark as today, and the crescent moon only had a slight curve, like the marks made by fingernails. Tang He was almost exhausted. He adjusted his breathing awkwardly, but he had already seen through the way of breathing, so that
every move
It was targeted. Now, even the slightest rapid breathing was straining his muscles and causing unbearable pain. Every inch of his skin and every hair was in burning pain. He tried to move his fists, but felt that his phalanges no longer belonged to him.
Similar.
A few drops of sweat spilled on the ground, and were quickly absorbed by the dry soil, making them hungry and thirsty.
He also longs for stronger power like this.
"I have to admit that you are considered to have martial arts attainments among human beings. You are so studious, right? You haven't wasted your natural swordsmanship. Just talking about Yin and Yang, you are...
Will the witcher make up the numbers?"
According to the standards of Lord Kuchue, it is indeed a bit harsh. After all, his surname is Tang, who can be considered one of the best onmyojis. There are indeed not that many killers who claim to be onmyojis in the world. Eliminate violence and bring peace to the people.
install
It is the innate mission given to them by this huge world to decide on one side. But in the end, it is just a convention. Who has explicitly stipulated that Onmyoji should use the script of a good person and act out a story of sacrificing himself for others throughout his life?
joke.
He gritted his teeth and stood up straight again. He evaluated in his mind: Conservatively speaking, in the previous fight, Lord Kotsutsuki used 20% of his demon power, and this time it was doubled. Despite this, he still couldn't
He calculated how much the monster weighed. He always felt that his continuous pressure during this sparring session had another purpose. However, he had no clue for the time being.
Most people who practice martial arts have unique skills, and they can only save their lives in the face of the big monster's magic. There is actually no comparison between the two. To compete with the limited spiritual power of human beings will undoubtedly make them angry.
"Young Master Tang...can you do it?"
Tang He felt his eyes twitch. He was not someone who was easily provoked, but this time, he knew that he was at a disadvantage, and his scolding was pungent and painful.
"You always talk so much when you're fighting with someone?"
"It's not every time... almost every time." Lord Xueyue spread his hands, feeling relaxed, "Since you have spare energy, it would be a waste not to chat. But I'm not saying that if you fight against the Baiskeleton Lord,
It's still far away. And you think that Taoist priest and his apprentice are easy to deal with? And that woman, what's her name... The Demon-Sealing Blade is in her hand now, although she definitely can't pull it out.
But it’s enough for you to drink a pot.”
"I would be much more relaxed if you were willing to help instead of making sarcastic remarks." Tang He would not say such words. It's not that he doesn't want to ask for help, but he knows very well that this is him from the beginning to the end.
Of course, if you choose the road you choose, you must deal with all the gravel and thorns on the road yourself. Furthermore... Lord Xueyue was not wrong.
A strange unwillingness came to his heart. In the battle of Cuipingtan, he had already experienced the strength of the above nominees. Even if he did not fight in person, he could see and feel it. For that purpose, that
His unswerving purpose has not changed from beginning to end. He has gone far enough on this dark road and will never turn back halfway.
This road probably, maybe, probably, could no longer be called a road. It was a bumpy, unallowed path. A warning wooden sign stood at the intersection, full of scarlet warnings and curses, but he turned a blind eye.
Now, another kind of scarlet stopped at the roadside, always keeping a subtle distance from him. He stretched out his hand, not knowing whether to pull him up or push him completely off the cliff and never recover.
"You are too far behind, far from enough." Lord Xueyue swept away the jokes in the past and became unaccustomed to being serious. "Even if you overcome those obstacles and bring the people you rescued back to life, what will happen in the future? Can you
How long is the guarantee? What can you do when that gentleman sends someone to investigate the matter and causes trouble for you?"
"I'm thankful it's not you." Tang He wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, "I don't like being played by, especially a monster."
Ignoring the dissatisfaction in his tone, Lord Kotsutsuki turned around and raised his hand. Fire ignited in his palm, but was extinguished in the next moment.
"You are not strong enough... Who would think that there is too much power? You can save her once and protect her once, but what about the rest of your life?"
Lord Xueyue's question made him feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't know how to answer.
And it's not a rescue.
It's more like making up than saving. Making up for the irreparable mistakes made due to one's own weakness, rudeness, and stupidity.
...maybe this is also salvation.
This is a redemption of the self.
"That's it, who can you save?"
Tang He felt faintly breathless. Lord Xueyue's words could always accurately control the weakest part of the listener. He thought he was strong enough, hard enough, and invulnerable enough. But he chose to be soft and used a feather to attack.
He lifted up the scar hidden in his heart. It was still early to heal, or in other words, that day would never come. This feather made him feel no pain or itching, but it made this place a mess and made his flesh and blood blurred.
"I can give you this power."
finally.
I had long suspected that there was something in this man's words. From the moment they fought, an unspoken dark purpose was slowly unveiled by Lord Kotsutsuki. But he didn't want to see it.
Willingness, secondly, distrust. If there are three...
Probably, they don’t admit it.
But he hesitated.
On the contrary, Lord Xueyue remained silent. The curve of the corner of his mouth turned calm for a moment, like an extremely tiny drop of snowflake melting into the water, not even worth a ripple. But the temperature was obviously cold. His cold expression
On his face, there was the same "distrust" as Tang He himself.
"You don't really think that you can break through the clouds and mist and fight for dawn on your own, do you?" He asked back, "You should know that there is still a long time until dawn... Before that, no matter how you pray, it will be useless.
.”
Some objective differences are indeed uncontrollable, which makes people feel even more powerless. But Tang He has never been able to apply it to himself who was a step too late. Indeed, it was impossible for him to expect a monster to attack, let alone
Maybe he took his sister to a safe place for no reason. But he still couldn't find a reason to forgive himself, so he could only blame himself for everything.
He should cherish it more. Does this mean that he didn't cherish it enough before? He couldn't tell, and he didn't want to know. He only knew that he needed to be strong enough. Since he was unable to change the tragedy of the past, he should use his strength to avoid all possible tragedies.
Where is safe? Nowhere. As long as you are not strong enough, there is danger everywhere.
"Okay." He suddenly looked directly into Lord Kutsutsuki's eyes, which made the latter feel dazed for a moment, "I accept your power. Give it to me, now."
It doesn’t matter whether you get into trouble or play with fire and burn yourself. I dare to ask for whatever you want to give, so just come.
"...You are more generous than I thought. And you are smarter."
Lord Kutsutsuki's indifference faded away, replaced by a smile of appreciation and pride, no different from before.
If I have to say it, maybe I have a little more compassion.
Tang He didn't like to be pitied, but he knew that after this, he would not need anyone to pity him.
He has always been the only one in this world who gives alms to others. But most of the time, he is not a generous person.
He will remember that kind of life-threatening pain until he dies. It hurts more than breaking meridians or crushing bones, and I don’t even know how many times it can be described. That kind of feeling is direct contact with the soul, as if it is branded by a curse.
The place was not the scar-covered skin on his back, but the surface of the heart, the inside of the brain, and deep in the bone marrow.
Cut out the bones with a drill.
Cut out the bones with a drill.
The burning sensation caused by the severe pain was sobering. He didn't feel that he was really going to be "pained to death", but felt like he was reborn in Nirvana. A strange power continued to surge up,
The source is unknown, but it is all in his hands. This strong spiritual power... no, demonic power, is actually touched, and the real feeling is so real, as if it is innate.
Even if the price paid is that this body should no longer be defined as a human being, it doesn't matter. Human nature is limited to everyone. Benevolence, justice and morality can also be means and tools. These limit people to achieve their goals.
, perhaps what is collectively called conscience, in the eyes of most people... in the eyes of everyone, has long been abandoned by him.
It doesn't matter.
Anyway, he is not a person who lives in the eyes of others.
"Get out of the way!"
Without warning, Xiao shouted sharply. Shi Wuqi reacted quickly, but quickly staggered away. Then, an accident happened right after Xiao's warning sound. This white light suddenly appeared, and there was not even the slightest sign of it.
No. Shi Wuqi did not raise his hand to block the bright light pouring into his eyes after missing the danger zone, but stared straight at it.
His eyes once saw through darkness, and now they can also see through light.
The strong white light overflowed like a torrent - from Lord Xueyue's hand and from the lotus flower condensed with strange demonic power, drowning all the surrounding scenes. In such an almost pure white to transparent line of sight, Shi Wuqi could clearly see
He saw four silhouettes - there was also a fifth, and a sixth followed, but the two figures froze after the light appeared and stopped in place. They stood apart, and Wu Qi couldn't tell who was for the time being.
who.
However, he clearly saw that in the position that once probably belonged to Tang He, there was an outline that was more dazzling than the light, flashing continuously, making his eyes hurt.
