Chapter 234: Decisive Battle on the Top of Ancient Sword Mountain (5)
The King of Hell frowned, and threw out two balls of almost substantial undead energy, which hit the Taoist Taoist's fairy sword solidly, scattering a series of light rain, and the gray undead energy met the white Haoran righteousness.
Just like ice and snow meeting the melting sun, the two stir up each other, and in the end neither can do anything to the other.
Every time the immortal sword is attacked by the spirit of the dead, it will emit a violent shock, and its brilliance will weaken a little. Linghu Heng knows in his heart that it is the old Taoist priest's soul that is burning fiercely.
Taoist Taoist Taoist Yuan Shen was burning fiercely like a falling meteor, glowing with the essence of life to its final splendor. He had just eaten two undead auras, and his spiritual power was almost on the verge of collapse. But with his super strong will,
He kept the spiritual platform immortal, constantly stimulating the soul, and controlled the fairy sword to fly like lightning.
Linghu Heng was seriously injured. He could not even walk at this moment, and his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. He was as good as ordinary people, or perhaps worse than ordinary people. Big tears fell from his cheeks, but they were immediately dried by the cold wind.
Linghu Heng wanted to draw his sword and kill him immediately. If there was any way to save the life of the old Taoist priest, he would definitely do it without hesitation, even if he went through fire and water, even if he would never be reincarnated!
However, now, he was as powerless as a child, watching helplessly as Taoist Taoist Taoist gave up his own life and drained his soul bit by bit just to take advantage of him.
He wanted to cry, but he could only let the hot tears flow without hope; he wanted to shout, but he seemed to be mute and couldn't scream; he wanted to rush up, but he couldn't move despite all his efforts...
In twenty years, Linghu Heng experienced unforgettable pain for the second time! The last time was when his adoptive father passed away, but this time, it was his father-like mentor again!
With its indomitable momentum, the fairy sword stabbed the Hell King in the chest, leaving a wound like a teacup. At this time, the Taoist Taoist of Silence also exhausted his soul, and the sword light was scattered, taking the Hell King with him.
He fell heavily on the cold rock.
"Pfft..." The Taoist mouth spurted out a rain of blood all over the sky. The bright red blood rain was like rhododendrons all over the mountain. When the mountain wind blew, it floated on the empty cliff.
Linghu Heng had already burst into tears and shouted: "Old Taoist Priest!!!"
When Taoist Taoist Silence was dying, he seemed to have heard Linghu Heng's cry. He slowly turned around. His face was bloodless, but full of kindness. He stared at his most proud disciple, smiled, but in the next moment he died peacefully.
Closing his eyes, Linghu Heng stared blankly at Taoist Taoist Taoist Primordial Spirit, which gradually decomposed into small blue light spots, lingering in the air, slowly blown away by the mountain wind, and blended into the flowers, plants and trees.
In the meantime, the familiar face in front of me also gradually faded away, but I saw a meteor passing by from the sky and falling into the vast sky and earth in the distance.
"Old Taoist!" After a long time, Linghu Hengcai raised his head to the sky and screamed, but it could not save the life of Taoist Silence. The old Taoist had closed his profound eyes forever...
The mournful roar is like a complaint, and the mountains are whimpering.
The wind is like a trumpet, and the heart is like stagnant water.
Linghu Heng only felt that his mind was exploding at that moment, and his mind went blank. He seemed to have returned to the day when he became a disciple. The words Taoist Taoist Silence said in front of the Sanqing Statue still echo in his mind: "...
The disciple kept silent about his achievements in the sect and only lived in a corner for half his life. This was contrary to the teachings of his ancestors and failed to keep Haoran's righteousness in the sky forever. Now the disciple wants to accept Linghu Heng as the thirty-fifth generation disciple of the sect, but the disciple does not want him.
If he can bring glory to his master and become famous, I hope he can live an upright life and be worthy of heaven and earth..."
Linghu Heng closed his eyes, but the King of Hell stood up at this moment, gently kicked away the body of Taoist Taoist Silence, and spat: "Bah, you stupid fool, you actually want to die with me, and you don't even look at it.
Look at your conduct!"
Linghu Heng, whose heart was as dead as water, could not bear the thought of life and death at that moment, and thought in his heart: "It turns out that this is the true meaning of Tai Chi. Life must lead to death, and the transformation of yin and yang is the true meaning of Tai Chi." After his great sorrow, he had a profound enlightenment.
, touched a realm that no one before had touched. In a short moment, Linghu Heng seemed to have experienced ten thousand years. He seemed to have seen his previous life and how his life would continue...
The King of Hell looked at Linghu Heng who fell to the ground and never worried that he would fight back. The King of Hell was also stunned by the Taoist Taoist's attitude of treating death as life. He had experienced the threat of death and was naturally better than ordinary people.
Cherish your hard-earned life even more.
At this moment, a pair of black and white lights rose in front of his eyes. The King of Hell was startled, but saw Linghu Heng standing up as if nothing happened. The King of Hell looked at him blankly and murmured: "No
Maybe, how could you not be injured?"
It turned out that at this moment, Linghu Heng stood in front of the King of Hell intact as if he had never been injured. His eyes actually turned into two Tai Chi diagrams.
Linghu Heng looked at the King of Hell hatefully and said, "It's all because of you that I killed the old Taoist priest. I will never let you go!"
When the King of Hell heard this, he laughed: "Even if you recover, so what, the spiritual energy is gone, why do you compete with me?"
Linghu Heng's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou: "That's all!"
After saying that, a Tai Chi figure suddenly appeared at the feet of Linghu Heng and Hell King. Hell King immediately felt that the connection with his undead spirit was interrupted. He was shocked: "What's going on?"
"You can go die now!"
After Linghu Heng said this expressionlessly, a black and white lightsaber transformed from spiritual energy had already passed through the soul of the King of Hell. It traveled dozens of times back and forth in an instant, not only the physical body, but also the soul was chopped into pieces.
Like minced meat.
The King of Hell didn't even have time to react, and only left one sentence: "What kind of trick is this..."
Linghu Heng replied without looking back: "Tai Chi field!"
After saying that, Linghu Heng walked to the body of Taoist Taoist Silencer, fell to the ground and cried bitterly, like a child.
The King of Hell murmured softly: "I am actually defeated by the legendary realm. I am not willing to accept it..." Before he could finish speaking, his body and soul were annihilated in the Tai Chi Diagram, never to be found again.
Not even a trace of existence...
Yang Xianyang, who was still rushing back to Gujian Mountain, and Lin Jiandi and Yan Feixia who were far away in Zhongzhou Mansion, all felt an inexplicable sharp pain in their hearts, as if the most precious thing in the world had passed away and could never be returned.
Come……
The Taoist Taoist's sword also screamed mournfully, hovering nostalgically above Taoist Taoist's head, as if saying goodbye. Then with a "pop" sound, a brilliant rain of light burst out, and it broke into pieces and went with the Lord.
Linghu Heng stared blankly into the distance and kept beating his chest. If he could do it all over again, he would rather trade his own life for the life of the old Taoist priest!
Why, so many things happened in just one day! Why, since the arrival of truth, there has not been a day of silence!
Linghu Heng felt a pain in his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. He stretched out his hand and shouted: "Old Taoist priest, don't leave!"
But the fact is that the hand was empty, and all the illusions suddenly disappeared without a trace. In the biting mountain wind, he was alone on the lonely mountain top and flat ground. He couldn't help but feel that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. He fainted on the cold and bare rocks, maybe
This can get rid of the unforgettable pain... (To be continued)