Under the weak and calm gaze of Master Xianfeng, Feng walked over tremblingly and stretched out his hands.
The knife embryo condensed from the soul was placed in her hand.
The fluorescent blade is very light, like cotton.
But Feng holding the knife seemed to be too heavy to move, and even his arms were shaking uncontrollably.
That is the weight of hundreds of thousands of Ashina's souls.
It is also the weight of her own life.
No one can face death so easily.
Even created people are the same.
Feng always thought that she was brave. She had seen dozens of her brothers and sisters die when their lifespan was taken away from them by the invisible Long Yinsheng.
I have seen the undead wandering around in Xianfeng Temple, as well as the corpses thrown into the valley by the undead.
I have seen the scene where the memorial assistants dug out people's hearts, tied the corpses under the persimmon tree, fed them to the Taro soldiers, and pretended to call them 'persimmons'.
She has seen too much evil in people's hearts.
Regarding the date and method of her death, Master Xianfeng never hid it from them.
From the beginning, she knew that she was a person created for death.
She is just a drop of Miko's blood.
Not only her, but all her brothers and sisters are just a drop of Miko's blood.
It's just that she is the only one alive till now.
Feng always thought that since he had seen so many deaths, he would be able to face them naturally.
Just like before she met that ninja,
Sit down, work hard, and meditate.
As long as you have no thoughts, you will not have any nostalgia for this world.
That's what she thought.
However, she seemed to have thought wrong.
Feng opened his eyes, his face turned pale, he bit his lower lip and walked slowly in the direction of the broken dragon's body.
Master Xianfeng stared at her, his expression calm and cold.
Her bare snow-tender feet stepped on the rolling cloud waves, and she held a long knife in both hands.
The small skirt that was torn into strips by Han Baiyi fluttered and rolled in the wind and waves, her long black and white hair also fluttered, and her robe made a hunting sound.
The clouds and mist caressed her long legs, and the moonlight from the eternal night reflected on her body through the clouds and mist. Her whole body seemed to be glowing under the night sky.
His face looked like he was about to cry.
Feng understood at this moment that she was far from being as strong as she thought.
But so what?
In the face of death, who can she rely on?
Even the person who created her only wanted her to die, so how could she be saved by others?
A person's thinking is inevitably affected by his environment.
Even though he had received the memories of Kuro before he was nine years old, in the memories since his birth, the scenery that Fake Yu Zifeng saw in his eyes was nothing but death.
Even the living people are dead.
In this kind of environment, to be able to still maintain a conscience and thinking that belongs to the level of a normal person, in addition to thanking Jiulang for the nine years of happy memories, he also has to thank her for sealing herself in the inner temple of the Immortal Peak, and never interact with her.
The reason why the undead communicate more often and hate the Immortal Peak Master extremely.
She refused to fall in line with the entire Xianfeng Temple.
She also refused to accept the filthy environment in which she was living, and instead just closed herself in the inner temple, recalling the good memories of the nine years passed down from her.
She envied Miko very much.
I envy that she once had a pair of adoptive parents who love her, envy that she has the freedom to come and go as she pleases, envy that she can see the snow in the yard, envy that she can change into the clothes she likes during festivals...
But she could only walk up to the black dragon's head, raise her long knife, and point it straight ahead.
"roar"
The almost rotten body of the dragon let out a furious roar, but Feng, who was standing in front of it, turned a deaf ear and silently closed his eyes.
The Long Yin in his body surged with his thoughts and slowly poured into the illusory knife embryo in his hand, which was composed of hundreds of thousands of souls.
As Long Yin's power poured in, the entire blade embryo was penetrated by a thin parallel line of blood, and Feng's face became paler.
After the blood line was poured into the blade embryo, the entire long sword seemed to solidify a bit, as if it was slowly turning from virtual to solid under the infusion of Long Yin's power.
Vaguely, you can even feel the sharpness on the blade.
The Hundred Thousand Soul Knife was getting closer to reality under the power of the fake imperial son Long Yin, and the roar and fear of the black dragon in front of him became more intense.
As Long Yin and Life burned at the same time, the glowing Hundred Thousand Soul Knife was also burning, and blazing flames rose into the sky as if the blade had been poured with oil and ignited a flame.
Hold the sword with both hands one behind the other, facing the dragon's head.
The burning flames continue to extend the blade. The more Long Yin's power is poured into it, the longer the blade becomes and the tip extends straight.
Feng's face became paler.
Long Yin itself is power at the expense of life force.
Compared with Miko, who can absorb life with dragon cough, the life force consumed by a clone like Maple and the pain endured are naturally much greater.
Feng held the soul knife in her hand tightly. The pain of life passing gradually stopped her trembling. She took a deep breath and carefully felt the subtle feeling of life being extracted from her body bit by bit. Her body was weak without a bottom line.
It's like cutting the skin bit by bit with a knife and actively peeling it off, the pain of exposing the muscles to the air.
The blade is about to touch the black dragon's eyebrows.
The dragon's roar became more painful and shrill.
However, at the moment when the blade was about to pierce the dragon head's brow, the frail Feng suddenly erupted with cherry-colored life-burning light. His originally long silver-black hair quickly turned white, but his body movements changed from the weak state from the beginning.
Become extremely fast.
Twist your steps, turn around, swing your arms, and swing your sword.
The hundred thousand soul sword bursting with cherry-colored life-burning light rotated in an instant, and the blade embryo, which extended to more than four meters, drew a long arc in mid-air.
The blade is pointed directly at Master Xianfeng.
There was an unprecedented fierceness in his eyes that were always gentle.
It is a kind of consciousness that puts all life on the table.
Bang.
There was a muffled sound.
Feng's pupils were as narrow as needlepoints.
"Can't even the Buddha's teachings help you understand the choices in worldly affairs?"
Master Xianfeng, who was originally standing far away by the Changying Tree, appeared behind Feng at some point.
When Feng swung the soul sword with lightning speed, he raised a hand like a ghost to intercept his wrist.
Just one hand blocked Feng's sword with all his strength.
"It was indeed the right thing not to let you come into contact with kendo."
Master Xianfeng said indifferently.
His tone was as cold as the cold current underground.
Feng gritted his teeth tightly, his expression difficult and desperate.
Some things don't mean you can succeed if you risk everything.
Master Xianfeng controlled Feng's wrist. Although his body was still weak, he was able to kill the false cherry dragon with one arm and accumulated eight hundred years of skills and strength. Feng's so-called desperate effort was as fragile as a naughty boy in front of him.
generally.
Just by holding Feng's wrist with one hand and twisting it, the soul knife originally held in Feng's hand fell into the hands of Master Xianfeng.
Without the blessing of Long Yin and the power of life, the soul knife that had originally been extended to four meters suddenly revealed its prototype and returned to the seemingly ethereal blade embryo.
Master Xianfeng held Feng's neck with his left hand, and holding the soul knife in his right hand, he stabbed into Feng's chest with a pop.
The soul knife quickly lengthened under the nourishment of life. Master Xianfeng stepped forward and nailed Feng's whole body directly to the black dragon's eyebrows.
The moonlight shines on Feng's pale skin, reflecting the gleaming light.
It's as if a small crystal is inlaid on the black dragon's eyebrows.
The moment the soul knife penetrated Feng's body and pierced the black dragon's brow, the black dragon, which had been hissing continuously, stopped struggling in an instant and stiffened in place.
Feng's face became increasingly pale, like a stiff corpse.
Master Xianfeng didn't care at all, he just stared at the soul knife in his hand carefully.
Watching the dragon's blood and Long Yin's power soak together, the blood-colored straight lines continue to spread on the soul knife, and feel the mournful wails of hundreds of thousands of souls.
His face was calm, as if he had completely abandoned his humanity.
"It's a pity... If I follow the route I planned for the return of the dragon, and gather all the power of Long Yin, the certainty can be even higher."
"It's still too hasty..."
‘Pfft’
While he was talking to himself, Master Xianfeng's body suddenly paused.
Lowering his head, a red blade penetrated his heart and emerged from his back.
A bloody blade was revealed.
Turning his head with a stiff neck, Master Xianfeng saw the familiar Long Yin guard appearing behind him.
Han Baiyi looked up at him, and pushed the handle of the knife hard with his left hand, causing Bai Lei to cut deeper into his body, with a trace of hysterical anger in his tone.