Chapter 497 [Fragments of Fuxie]
At this moment, other great demons were gradually climbing out of the abyss cave.
The one with countless purple-black vine legs and countless eyes embedded in them, dripping with tears; the one that looks like a giant scorpion with human hands as its legs; the one with ten heads that makes noisy and strange noises at the same time. [The Heavenly Demon is in Panic and Crazy], silent and huge, like the moss and mud spreading on the ground, the [Heavenly Demon is Thirsty] that has swallowed up all the earth, rocks, and frost; it has countless mouths and tells countless opposites but it is self-justifying. It cannot be proven or explained. The fallacy of certainty [The Demonic Lie]...
One after another, the phantoms of the great heavenly demons that caused countless disasters and annihilations in the world in the past are waiting to enter the world. They surround the core ice prison demons, waiting for the liberation of [the great heavenly demon, suffering silence].
In just an instant, the surroundings of Broken Blade Mountain turned into a world full of demonic energy, turning into a dead silence of nothingness. The shadows of Jinzang Zhenren's fighting figures were almost invisible, and even the sun and moon were covered by the dark and profound demonic energy. .
It can't be like this.
An Jing knew very well that he had to reverse everything.
"Since the key to everything lies in Fu Xie's memory."
He stared at the darkness in front of him and said word by word: "Then get your memory back."
"There is no time. My memory is deep underground, where the source of the evil energy lies. There is no time to go deep now."
Fuxie stared at these great demons in the distance, and a strange feeling spread in his heart. It seemed that it was extremely far away, and an extremely long time ago, he had seen a similar scene, a scene where countless great demons gathered in groups.
But at that time, He was not a helpless bystander, He was, He was...
A kind of despair.
In An Jing's hand, the silver-white sword hilt quietly showed dark mottled rust.
Traces of decay and decay began to spread on the silver-white sword, like hesitation and fear climbing on the determination, like the feeling of guilt and regret eroding the pure and firm will.
The immortal sword will never be eroded by external forces; the eternal and sharp edge will only become dull due to one's own confusion.
From the very beginning, Fu Xie’s enemies…
From the very beginning, Fu Xie’s true opponent…
Endless fragments surged in his thoughts, without any meaningful information, but a feeling, an indescribable feeling that made it difficult for Fu Xie to continue thinking, was slowly spreading.
He understood that he was falling into the abyss. again.
However, this memory, this process of gradual decay and degeneration was interrupted.
He was interrupted by a young but direct voice without any hesitation.
"You are wrong."
Fu Xie woke up from his chaotic hesitation.
His sword bearer. Another one. But he is different from all previous sword holders.
An Jing didn't notice Fu Xie's wavering. He narrowed his eyes and thought of a possibility. He said clearly and firmly: "We have one last method, but this method is also the most dangerous and the most difficult to escape."
An Jing closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Fuxie."
He said calmly: "Have you forgotten? If we are teleported back to another world, and then teleported back to Huaixu... we can choose any point in the spherical space with a radius of one mile with the current point as the center as our arrival point. ”
"Now, after you have been strengthened, the radius of this spherical space has been strengthened to five miles."
Fu Xie was silent for a moment, and then, knowing what An Jing meant, he said in shock: "So you said..."
"right."
An Jing lowered his eyes, then raised his head and looked at the endless darkness in front of him: "I want to cut off my retreat and fight for a possibility." Staring at the dark sky condensed by the infinite demonic energy, he smiled and said, "That's it. , I can no longer tolerate not taking action, I wait, I hesitate."
"And now, you are in my hands."
"Fuxie!"
An Jing clenched the hilt of the sword and issued an order, or simply stated a fact.
"You should take it out!"
With a blade in hand, a three-foot green edge can cut away all the injustices in the world!
With one heart in mind, the sparks are shining brightly in the dark world!
Being held tightly by someone, pushed by a fiery heart, for some unknown reason, the instinct began to hesitate, and the hilt of Fu Xie's sword suddenly began to "rust and decay", suddenly blooming with light, and became smooth again. Like new!
"Then take it out!"
He laughed loudly, swung forward together with An Jing's arm, and opened a Taixu channel!
Tianyuan Realm, Chonggang Town, Huo Qing is sorting out the warehouse.
He suddenly saw a dark crack in Taixu opening, and An Jing walked out of it holding a sword.
"Eh? An Jing, you..." Huo Qing's eyes widened in surprise. Although he had already guessed that the other party had Taixu magical power, he never thought that the other party would actually show it to him - was it an accident or no choice? What kind of trouble did An Jing encounter behind his back?
He could only see that behind An Jing, there was an extremely strong demonic energy, as well as the faint roars of countless monsters.
——Deep in the wilderness...around the Demon Nest? !
Huo Qing couldn't get an answer.
Because in the next moment, An Jing slashed out a Taixu passage again without hesitation, stepped into it, and returned to the starting point!
"Five miles underground!"
In the silver-white taiwan space with a radius of five miles, Anjing chose without hesitation the location of the source of demonic energy deep underground under the Broken Blade Mountain!
The next moment, he appeared there.
——Under the Broken Blade Mountain, deep underground.
Dragon bones and corpses, the place where the head wound was.
This place is an impact cave formed by the drying up of underground rivers. At the foot of the mountain are naturally-occurring stalagmite pillars. They are as numerous as clusters and as steep and straight as a forest. The inexplicable dim light brings up many shadows, and the water vapor in the bamboo forest condenses. The clouds and mist flow quietly against the ground, like wriggling seaweed in the water.
This place has been quiet for tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of years, but now, this deathly silence is broken.
As the Taixu passage cut through time and space, the silver-green light flashed away, and a man and a sword appeared here.
An Jing and Fu Xie saw Fu Xie's memory and the location of the 'source of demonic energy' at the same time.
There was no obstruction, no suppression by demonic energy, no harassment by any monsters, not even the sealing formation. One man and one sword could easily reach this place.
However, none of them expected that the existence form of these two things was so unexpected.
Because the two are actually one.
What was reflected in An Jing's eyes was still a fragment that he was extremely familiar with.
Fragments of Fuxie.
It's pitch black and exudes endless demonic energy, which is richer and deeper than Kuji and even all the Great Demon's clones put together...
【Fragments of Fuxie】
(End of chapter)