Chapter 267 Broken Sword
Some time ago, the once deep alley in the capital of God.
As countless rays of light fell from the sky, God's will returned to the world after 147 years. Everyone in the world succumbed to the deepest awe and fear in their hearts and chose to kneel down.
Even if it was never God’s will.
At that time, the gods were silent and the whole world was quiet.
Yet there was no one standing in the silence.
That's someone like the Empress who has no awe in her heart, or Zhao Qi who is so proud that he is called the sun of the world.
Compared with these two, Lin Wanyi and Chu Jun's refusal to kneel was more due to shock and confusion, forgetting fear.
When Chu Jun woke up, the light from the sky had already dissipated.
Weiyang Palace still hangs high in the sky, covering up the warmth of the sunlight and bringing a bleak shadow like ink to the earth.
She withdrew her gaze, no longer looking up at the sky meaninglessly, and turned to look at Lin Wanyi.
For some reason, Lin Wanyi woke up before her. Maybe it was because she had too many reasons to be reluctant to let go?
"I'm leaving."
Chu Jun glanced at Taoist Zizi's body, was silent for a while, and said, "Take care of yourself."
Lin Wanyi said hello.
Chu Jun turned around and was about to walk through the weathered mansion into ruins and leave the divine capital.
At this moment, her body suddenly stiffened slightly, and she felt inexplicably like a puppet on a stage.
She said: "I need your help with something."
Lin Wanyi asked directly without thinking: "Speak."
Chu Jun said seriously: "Leave with me."
"Okay..."
The words stopped abruptly. When Lin Wanyi subconsciously said the first word, he realized what he had heard.
She was startled, then suddenly turned to look at Chu Jun, but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.
Chu Jun's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Both you and I are injured, and we haven't calmed down yet. If we go separately, it will increase the risk. It's better to leave together first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qianshui's voice rang out, still carrying lingering heart palpitations.
"I think so too. Traveling together is the best choice."
Lin Wanyi didn't remain silent for too long, nodded and said: "Okay."
The conversation ends there.
The three girls started on the road and walked towards the gate of the divine capital as quickly as possible, because cheers gradually sounded behind them.
That was the sound of many powerful men from aristocratic families and sects being forced into desperate situations by the Queen, and were about to die or already dead. The chaotic situation in the divine capital could not continue any longer. The most important reason was of course Wuguishan. Under the influence of the boss's will, he carried out stabbings in the back.
Under such circumstances, if the Shendu Formation is repaired, no one from the sect family will be able to leave safely.
Lin Wanyi walked in the front, tapping her toes and her skirt floated lightly, passing several buildings in the blink of an eye.
Lin Qianshui followed and followed as hard as he could, his face turning pale.
Chu Jun, however, fell behind the two of them, maintaining a consistent distance and being extremely calm.
However, looking into the deepest part of her eyes, all I saw was solemnity and fear.
A voice sounded slowly in her sea of consciousness.
Chu Jun was very familiar with this voice.
In the past few years, many of the problems she encountered on the path of spiritual practice were solved with the appearance of this voice.
Yes, this is the voice of the viewer.
"From a certain perspective, the rise and fall of the Taoist sect is now entirely dependent on you."
His tone was very gentle, like an old gentleman in a country school, following the instructions: "So you must live well."
Chu Jun said silently: "What then?"
The temple master said: "Leave the capital of God as I told you and save the Taoist master."
Chu Jun's eyes suddenly darkened.
The master of the temple said warmly: "You are my disciple, so I don't want you to have some thoughts that don't put the overall situation first."
Chu Jun was quiet for a moment and said, "When did it start?"
When she said this, her tone gradually became calmer, as if she was heartbroken.
The master of the temple said: "The Tao Sect needs to be prepared from the moment it exists."
Chu Jun asked seriously: "Don't you think it's hypocritical to say this?"
The visitor said: "The word hypocrisy is also what many people say about me, including the White Emperor not long ago, but in the end they have to admit that I am right, because I am right."
"It's just a pity..."
There was a hint of emotion and sigh in his voice: "You may not be able to wait for the answer."
Chu Jun said: "I will die, right?"
The viewer said with pity: "Yes."
Chu Jun continued: "And I will be you, right?"
"That's right."
The temple owner said: "This is the best choice, and it is also the only choice. Otherwise, the Taoism is not enough to revive."
Chu Jun laughed and said: "This is the death of Yourong Yan."
The viewer said sincerely: "In the newly compiled history book of Taoism, your name will be placed at the beginning."
This conversation is in the soul from beginning to end and is unknown to the world.
As he spoke, the sound of swords suddenly sounded under the sky.
Chu Jun looked slightly confused and asked: "Is this also what you expected?"
"From the moment the king's sacrifice comes to the capital of the gods..."
The viewer felt a lot of sadness and finally said: "Everything is doomed."
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In front of Weiyang Palace.
Emperor Bai's eyes were as indifferent as before, and never turned cold with the words, perhaps because he had already had a premonition.
Whether it's the friendship in the past or getting what you want today, there are too many reasons for Wang Ji to stand up.
Therefore, he didn't care at all about this disagreement.
Gu Zhuo had something to say.
He looked into Wang Ji's eyes and said word by word: "Don't go crazy."
Wang Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't think so."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Emperor Bai felt regretful because he could not hear his last words.
He raised his hand, and his fingers were about to close together before falling.
At the same time, the boss walked towards Wangji.
The sound of sword clanging has not stopped yet.
The friction sound of the sword edge and scabbard was endless.
Everyone who heard this sound realized that the next sword would definitely cut through the sky.
So, can this sword kill the king?
Many people subconsciously thought and worried about this possible existence, but only a few people had doubts in their hearts, unable to understand why Wang Ji still had the strength to slash out such a sword.
Slowly, he slashed through the starry sky formed by the mountains and rivers, and met the White Emperor's sword head-on. It even passed through the gaps between his fingers and reached his chest.
That is undoubtedly the strongest sword in the world.
Why can Wang Ji still hand out the second sword?
Is it because of the morning and evening clock?
In a very short period of time, countless complicated thoughts appeared in people's sea of consciousness, and it was impossible to sort them out.
At this moment, the sound of swords all over the sky suddenly stopped.
Yi Shui's sword intent enveloped Weiyang Palace.
The sun suddenly produced countless sharp edges, like thousands of sharp swords, piercing everyone.
The head of the department was unmoved. There was no sword in his eyes, only the king's sacrifice.
His footsteps were still firm, even though the invisible sword edge had already come to him, making a sound that broke through the air.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The extremely clear and pale sword light appeared in front of the boss, cutting through the space without mercy, causing cracks like a fence.
The boss turned a blind eye and allowed the sword light to cut his clothes, making wounds and bleeding.
He raised his fist, and infinite real energy condensed between his five fingers and blasted forward.
In just an instant, all the sword lights blocking the leader's path were extinguished.
From the space crack opened by the sword light, there was an inexplicable sound like something breaking, and then it disappeared invisible.
However, when the master punched, Wang Ji had already floated into the air.
He still looks like a young man, even though his hair is all gray.
His eyes were extremely bright, and his clothes were rustling.
At this moment, Wang Ji seemed to have returned to his peak and was in a state of arrogance.
He stared into the eyes of the White Emperor, unafraid of the terrifying power that was still enough to ignore all sentient beings, and shouted in a deep voice: "Fight again!"
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Emperor Bai looked at Wang Ji quietly.
The previous actions were still continued by him at this moment.
His index finger and middle finger had already joined together and began to fall.
There was silence in front of Weiyang Palace.
Only that cry of "fight again" is still echoing endlessly, full of pride and fearlessness!
The extremely cold sword intent is everywhere, filling every corner of the world, and is converging on Wang Ji at an unimaginable speed.
No one could imagine how powerful the sword that fell with this sound would be.
This might actually kill the White Emperor.
The next moment, Wang Ji was handed over slowly.
A stream of light flashed across the sky.
Daoxiu looked at this picture.
At this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Wait, why did it come out of its sheath like this?
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The White Emperor pointed his fingers together.
Before Zhi Feng, he did not encounter any obstacles and was completely empty.
Wangji is retreating!
That black sword robe brought out a straight black line in the sunlight, from top to bottom, as if running through the entire world!
Weiyang Palace suddenly sank dozens of feet, the ground began to shake violently, numerous cracks appeared in the eaves of the palace, and dust fell from them like rain.
Even the green tree that grew under the will of God was trembling, and several branches and leaves fell.
When the dust cleared, Wang Ji had gone far away.
Gu Zhuo disappeared together with him.
A medium-sized hole appeared on the ground of Weiyang Palace, just enough for a person to pass through.
Dao Xiu lowered his head, looked at the wound on his chest, and smiled.
He really didn't expect Wang Ji to make such a choice in the end, to sacrifice his pride as a swordsman and draw his sword like this.
Yes, at the last moment, after slowly taking out the sheath, he did not slash at the Bai Emperor, but stabbed Gu Zhuo.
As a result, Gu Zhuo was able to hold the hilt of the sword.
Of course a sword cannot be held by two people.
The problem is that Wang Ji never came in his true body today, he was always a spirit.
Then this is what can be done.
Dao Xiu looked at Emperor Bai.
For some reason, the White Emperor remained as indifferent as before.
He did nothing and quietly looked at the hole that penetrated the sky and the earth, as if he was seeing what was happening on that lonely cliff.
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"Do you really think I'm an idiot?"
In the wheelchair, Wang Ji's eyes had not yet opened, and the voice had already sounded.
His tone was very proud, and he couldn't hide his pride. Anyone who leads people away from the White Emperor in such a situation is something worthy of showing off.
Gu Zhuo looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I never thought you were an idiot."
"Really?"
Wang Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you forget what you shouted earlier?"
Gu Zhuo shook his head and said in a calm and serious tone: "If you were really an idiot, then I wouldn't have been able to push your wheelchair back then."
Wang Ji thought that this explanation made some sense. After all, you do hate being stupid.
"So how were you planning to leave?" he asked.
Gu Zhuo told him his method.
After listening, Wang Ji's gray brows were already frowning.
"What is the difference between this and death?"
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"The difference is that I will live."
Gu Zhuo's voice was serious.
"Fuck your mother."
Wang Ji rolled his eyes and cursed angrily: "Taohua Heaven and Earth, I can't even be myself, I might even forget my name one day, what a crappy life is this?"
Gu Zhuo shook his head and said: "It's just to speed up the process."
Wang Ji said unceremoniously: "No matter what you say, my method is more reliable than yours. You can't deny this!"
"Speaking of..."
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever counted how many favors you owe me in this life?"
For some reason, Gu Zhuo remained silent.
Wang Ji looked at him, sighed helplessly, and said: "Although I have a very good relationship with you, and you are really my only friend in this life, as the saying goes, brothers should also settle accounts, and this really doesn't work. Ah.”
"To be honest, I really think I treat you better than Yu Sheng treats you, right? After all, no matter how much I say I stand by and watch, I haven't shot you through the heart and let you die for a hundred years."
The old man sitting in the wheelchair spread his hands and said with a sigh on his face: "It's a pity that I am a man, otherwise there would be nothing about Yu Sheng..."
The words stopped abruptly.
It's not that Gu Zhuo couldn't bear to listen, or that Wang Ji felt ridiculous.
Silence stems from a very simple fact.
Gu Zhuo closed his eyes.
Wang Ji felt a little pain, so he lowered his head and looked at his chest.
There is a wound there.
This wound is so real, and life is constantly flowing out from it with blood, wetting the clothes.
Like a red flower blooming in Wangji's heart.
Gu Zhuo couldn't bear to look.
Wang Ji looked at it very seriously, and there was no confusion in his eyes.
In just a moment, he had already deduced what this was all about.
The finger that Emperor Bai dropped was not a sword finger from the beginning, and he never thought of facing him head-on.
The stream of light that followed was not a sword light, but a speck of light dust.
The Three Life Tower is right next to the wheelchair, but it is meaningless and there is no time to stop the light dust from coming.
"Yingxu..."
Wang Ji coughed and asked with unconcealable pain, "Did he die like this too?"
"Yes." Gu Zhuo's voice was very stiff: "There is no difference."
Wang Ji sighed, his face was not distorted by pain, and he said with emotion: "Then I am really going to die, so this time it is really a big loss."
Gu Zhuo didn't know what to say.
Wang Ji raised his head and looked at his only friend, smiled slightly, and said mockingly: "Don't look at me so boringly. I said I suffered a big loss because I didn't regret saving you...well, you can indeed escape. , but I’m almost dead, so you have to accept this favor, right?”
When he said this, he already felt the fatigue that he had not seen for a long time. Is that a feeling he only had when he was practicing swordplay when he was young?
Is this also a kind of reflection?
Time goes by too fast.
Wang Ji shook his head and stopped thinking about these meaningless things. He babbled and said to Gu Zhuo: "I regret that I don't even have a wife in my life, let alone a son or daughter, so you owe me This huge favor ended up being wasted, which makes me feel sad just thinking about it.”
At the end of the sentence, the speck of light seemed to hear his words, causing even more intense pain.
Gu Zhuo looked at him and said seriously: "I..."
"I'm just saying it casually, but don't take it seriously."
Wang Ji interrupted him without thinking, and said proudly: "If you die without any heirs, you will have no heirs. I don't like the blood flowing on my body. As for things like wives and children, I have never liked them in my life." If you have to find something you like, it’s probably a sword.”
Gu Zhuo said: "This is a great love."
Wang Ji said with regret: "It's a pity that I still won't be able to reach the highest peak of swordsmanship in this life."
Gu Zhuo wanted to speak.
Wang Ji glanced at him and said displeasedly: "Don't say such idiotic things to me. I have always fought for what I want... Well, the first time you let me go doesn't count. In short, my No one needs to do things for you.”
Gu Zhuo said: "Okay."
Wang Ji withdrew his gaze and looked at the palace in the distance that was slowly returning to the earth. He suddenly laughed and said: "Actually, when I drew the sword, I never thought that I would survive today. How did I know that things would turn out like this? It’s a mess. Speaking of which, before I died, I watched a big scene between you and Bai Nanming. It was really interesting to see that tigress want to cry but not dare to cry.”
"Thinking about it for so many years, I have actually been working as a hands-off shopkeeper. I don't want to live too leisurely. Everything is done by others. In the end, I have accomplished everything I wanted to do, except for the last time, which was a little bit regretful... ”
Then he looked at Gu Zhuo, a little curious, and asked: "Is my life worth living?"
"Of course."
Gu Zhuo answered without hesitation.
"Tsk, you really lie without blinking an eye."
Wang Ji sarcastically said: "I'm just a disabled person in a wheelchair, and I haven't even walked a few steps. How can it be considered a worthwhile trip?"
Gu Zhuo shook his head, looked at him and said, "This is not the same thing."
"Then I have to take a few more steps to find out."
Wang Ji stood up, left the wheelchair he had been sitting in for many years, and walked a few steps forward.
He opened his arms to embrace the heaven and the earth, feeling something different from the incarnation of the soul, and it couldn't be more comfortable.
After a while, Wang Ji turned to look at Gu Zhuo and said, "It's not bad, but that's it, nothing special."
These were the last words he left in this world.
Suddenly the wind came.
Gu Zhuo's vision was inexplicably blurry.
When his world became clear again, the man was already gone.
Only the sound of the river is still loud.
Rising from behind the cliff.
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"Then I should die too."
Dao Xiu stood up, felt the sword intent dissipating between heaven and earth, and said these words.
He looked at the White Emperor who was gazing at the sky. There were many things he could talk about about the future of the human world, but the words he finally said had nothing to do with any of them.
He said: "How do you feel now?"
After the White Emperor was quiet for a moment, he laughed and said, "It's really lonelier than fireworks."
Dao Xiu was thoughtful and finally said: "All life is suffering. If I have an afterlife like Tao Master, I might as well kill everyone in this world. If I want to come, I'll just go ahead."
Emperor Bai said: "Maybe."
After saying this, Daoxiu closed his eyes.
At the moment of his death, in the pagoda forest of Cihang Temple, the mirror of Yuanjie was reduced to powder and scattered in the wind.
There are bells ringing in countless temples in the world.
Send him off.
It is also a strong act.
The White Emperor closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, all emotion had been wiped away, leaving only loneliness.
No matter from any angle, the White Emperor is still the biggest winner today.
After today, nothing in the world can make him stay.
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Leaving the capital city, going upstream, following Chu Jun's unreasonable guidance.
The three girls found the lonely cliff and saw Gu Zhuo standing on the edge of the cliff.
The four met on the cliff.
Gu Zhuo looked at Chu Jun and said to Lin Wanyi: "You and Qian Shui leave and go to Tiannan."
Lin Wanyi was slightly startled, not understanding what was going on.
However, when she watched the Sansheng Tower floating next to her, the words she wanted to say disappeared somehow.
She said hello calmly, held Lin Qianshui's hand without any delay, and walked away as quickly as possible.
There were three people left on the cliff.
"As expected of you..."
Chu Jun's voice was inexplicably old, without the youthful atmosphere of a girl: "You can already tell my existence with just one glance."
Gu Zhuo looked into the deepest part of those eyes, as if trying to find the person hidden in his soul, and said, "But I'm still surprised how you could do such a thing."
Chu Jun smiled, the smile was unreasonably ugly, and said: "What I did was nothing more than the rise and fall of the Taoist sect."
Gu Zhuo said seriously: "It shouldn't be done this way."
"Really?"
Chu Jun only found this sentence boring, shook his head and said: "You and I have to do it all over again, it's just different methods, why should we use this to distinguish ourselves?"
Gu Zhuo said expressionlessly: "If you weren't occupying Chu Jun's body and talking to me now, maybe I could accept your statement."
Chu Jun smiled sweetly and ignored it, saying: "Wang Ji is dead, Yu Sheng can't take action, the White Emperor wishes you would die now, and the others can't count on you now, so you only have one feasible option left. ”
"Work with me."
She smiled very free and easy, without any hint of sinisterness, and said: "This is the only choice and it is also your best choice."
Gu Zhuo asked: "You and I will work together to revive the Taoist sect?"
Chu Jun said: "Not bad."
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I think I can't accept this fact."
Chu Jun put his hands behind his back, walked in front of him, and said, "Why?"
"If you are worried, you and I can definitely become Taoist couples. Anyway, my Taoist body happens to be a woman."
She said casually: "As for Yu Sheng, of course I will help you hide it, but it's just a matter of a lifetime."
There was deathly silence on the cliff.
Chu Jun looked at Gu Zhuo and said in a gentle voice: "How is it?"
Gu Zhuo looked at her quietly and said, "Not so."
Chu Jun felt a little regretful, thinking that I can only kill you, and said: "Why?"
Gu Zhuo said: "Because you are going to die."
Before he could finish his words, Chu Jun or the Guanzhu had already taken action.
The viewer has absolute confidence in this, because he has been preparing for today many days ago and cannot find any possibility of failure.
After killing Gu Zhuo, the Dawn and Dusk Bell and the Sansheng Tower were obtained by him, and it was only a matter of time before he could become immortal again.
The viewer thought so.
The next moment, a sharp white light suddenly emerged from Chu Jun's sea of consciousness and disappeared into his soul in an instant.
It's like the great sun is coming again.
In the sunshine, the viewer's expression gradually became confused.
He lowered his head and looked at his shattered soul, finally understanding what was going on.
It turns out that this is the last sword Wang Ji left in this world.
When the viewer realized this fact, his soul was cut to the tiniest thing by the sword light, and he died.
(End of chapter)