My enemies became my companions

Chapter 602: The Ninth in the World (Four in One)

"So what?"

Just five words brought back so many memories that floated through Chen Yi's mind.

"Welcome Master to come out of retreat. How is it going, Master?"

“…No progress, and then it’s a dead end.”

"It has been eighty-one days since you entered seclusion. It is already a deathly seclusion. That's enough! Master, if you continue like this, you will definitely go astray.

If the world is in chaos, let it go. You and I will ascend to heaven. What does the sinking of the Shenzhou have to do with us?"

"When the nest is overturned, no egg can remain intact."

"No matter what, I don't have to have you. Are you willing to just die like this? There are so many obsessions in this world that you don't want to leave like this, so you can't understand them. You have been attached to appearances for a long time."

"..."

She was silent for a long time at that time, so silent that Chen Yi thought she had nothing to say.

However, she did not remain silent.

"Chen Yi, where are you going?"

"what?"

"If I don't mend the sky and let it collapse, where will you... and Lu Ying go?"

"Fly... Ascend, there is enough time."

"When the heavens and the earth collapse, and the heavens also return to nothingness, where can one ascend to? Even if one lives forever, what good is it to live alone in the void?"

“…” He didn’t know what to say at that time.

"The immortals are humans and mountains. Without mountains, there would be no immortals."

She was unusually gentle.
"...I know your heart, but...I have given my heart to the three-foot sword, that's all."

It was his turn to be silent for a long time. When he spoke again, he avoided the topic and asked about kendo, which he had never been interested in.

"Master, I cannot comprehend your sword intent. There is no sword in your hand, and there is no sword in your heart. What kind of realm is that?"

"Forget about both the self and the world."

"How do you forget both? I can't forget. I may forget sometimes, but I can't forget all the time. Forgetting things is fine, but how can you forget me?"

"Between life and death, there is no form, no form, and no self."

"You mean, you asked Jian Wu not too late?"

When it comes to swords, she, who is always frugal with words, is always willing to teach everyone she knows.

"Before me, Wu Buyue had killed dozens of people for the sword. Everyone was afraid and terrified. But when he was about to kill me, Wu Buyue disappeared in that instant, his sword also disappeared, and even I disappeared."

"What's that? A sword?"

"No, even the sword is gone."

"Even the sword is gone, so where is the sword path?"

"In the sword."

"The way of the sword is in...the missing sword?"

"Wu Buyu has always been here, killing me right in front of me, but I turned a blind eye. I have always been here, standing still, but I have no idea. The sword has always been here, held in my hand, but I cannot touch it.

People live between heaven and earth, but they forget that they live in heaven and earth.

He regarded the sword as a dead grass. A sword is just a sword. Whether it kills people or keeps them alive, it is just a meaningless piece of iron. The sword comes from heaven and earth, but it is just one of the myriad things. One sword is so insignificant, and even if there are tens of thousands of them, they are just like dead grass...

But what if all the swords in the world were added together?

All swords, and even all things in the world, are reduced to one?"

She raised her hand and pointed to the vast and boundless sky.

"Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are one with me."

"The sword is in heaven and earth."

At that time, he didn't know what to say. It seemed that he suddenly saw the vastness of the world and realized that he was just one of them.

Her swordsmanship spread out like a towering mountain, leaving him helpless, just like when Confucius met Lao Tzu.

Birds, I know they can fly; fish, I know they can swim; beasts, I know they can walk;
As for the dragon, I have no idea how it can ride on the wind and clouds to ascend to the sky...

...............

Memories floated through his mind and did not linger. He was distracted for just a moment, and only a moment.

The smoke vanishes, the clouds dissipate, the mountains are forever silent,

Under the fir trees that pierce the sky lies the silent obsession of two lifetimes.

The mountains, the vines, and the woman, seem to be living alone in this world.

From the time they first met, Chen Yi tried to step into this world to be with her, even if it might backfire in the end, but he still got her.

But she didn't want to be like that and only kept the sword with her. As she said, his heart was not on the sword, but she was.

Only in.

The so-called sword armor is obsessed with sword and heartless towards people.

"This is your sword..." He murmured hoarsely, "Save me from here, even if you are trapped here alone, this is your sword..."

The true meaning of the living sword lies in this. She would rather sacrifice her own body to relieve suffering and save lives. In the capital, she once discussed the difference between her swordsmanship and that of the Broken Swordsman, and even said bluntly that if picking flowers and flying leaves can save people, then why can't picking flowers and flying leaves be used as swords?

"I taught you," Zhou Yitang responded calmly, "Kendo is a kind of belief. If you don't believe it, you will be the only one who dies."

"Zhou Yitang, will you always be so conceited about your sword?" Chen Yi said calmly.

"good."

"But what about these obsessions? If your sword is really as powerful as the sky, why do you still have so many obsessions?" Chen Yi found it funny and started laughing.

"I've said before," Zhou Yitang glanced sideways and said, "It's just a discarded stone. It won't hinder the sword path."

This woman is always so stubborn. Chen Yi stared at Zhou Yitang, the woman to whom he had entrusted his true love in both of his lives.

She stubbornly believed that her sword was not outdated.

She also stubbornly believed that these obsessions that were of no benefit to her but that she was unwilling to let go of were just discarded stones.

Finally, I still stubbornly believe that...

When thinking of this, Chen Yi stopped thinking. The questions he wanted to ask Tongxuan before but hesitated to answer were almost exactly the same now.

No matter in this life or the next, he was looking for an intangible thing in Zhou Yitang. Zhou Yitang could find it in him, but he could not find any trace of it no matter how hard he tried.

He suddenly had the urge to break her sword again.

Because he felt that this woman might be crazy, and he would also become neurotic.

Zhou Yitang still stood there, staring back. Neither of them knew what it meant to give in. Her eyes were cold and shining, piercing through everything like a sword. She said calmly, "You want to ask about the sword?"

Chen Yi came back to his senses and sneered, "You woman, only have swords, swordsmanship, and living swords in your mind. You can't tolerate anything else. I saw it clearly the day I went up the mountain. It was right that the sword was broken. You see, once you lose the sword, you only have me. No matter how absurd and dissolute I am, and no matter how I betray my teacher and ancestors, you only have me."

He often recalled the past, not the weak and angry breathing of the one-armed woman, nor the milky white arc drawn when she supported the bed with one hand, nor the silent time when the two of them were at peace... These things are certainly worth remembering, but what made him most worried was Zhou Yitong's unconscious dependence. Only at this time could he vaguely feel what he wanted, just like touching the drifting clouds through a veil.

Zhou Yitang seemed to see through his thoughts and said coldly: "You are always like this, you only want what you want."

"Why don't you?"

Zhou Yitang did not comment. She looked at the obsessions that spread across the entire Cangwu Peak and even Yinjian Mountain. They were shadowy, coming and going, countless. She pondered for a moment and said, "You don't really want to accommodate all my obsessions. You just want to find what you want to find and ask what you want to ask the most."

"I asked, but you didn't answer. You don't even understand it yourself." Chen Yi paused and said slowly, "You can't understand why you are still entangled with it even though you have killed the three corpses for so long? To be honest, you also want to know whether it is just pure obsession, or something that is a bit childish for both you and me."

His voice rose, his tone became heavier,

"You think that since you have done so much for me, running around all the time, I won't want to get to the bottom of it and will just do what you tell me to do."

"You have long known that I have questions in my heart. I have been asking them from my previous life to now. You always said, 'You and I must wait, until the next life, after a hundred years.' However, to this day, you still can't find the answer. Isn't this the reason why you wanted to kill my three corpses before? Zhou Yitang, it is you who has been avoiding me all this time, not me avoiding you!"

He was a traitor after all. Not only did he speak rudely, he also sneered.

"In the final analysis, you are too conceited about your sword. You think that by killing the three corpses, you have cut off all seven emotions and six desires, and have penetrated the true mystery of the great way. You repeatedly and silently tell yourself that you have only obsession with me, and that's all. So, I want to find that thing and let you see it with your own eyes, and see it carefully!"

When he finished speaking, he saw the one-armed woman's eyes tremble slightly, but her face remained the same, as before. His words burned in her heart, but she still had the same idea.

Zhou Yitong has been silent from just now until now. Unlike Chen Yi who had so much to say before but didn't know where to start, on the contrary, her heart was empty and she didn't say a word. A cold wind blew over Cangwu Peak, and there was only a long period of silence.

They are both stubborn and unwilling to give in to each other even at this point. One of them wants to avoid it, while the other wants to get to the bottom of it.

Chen Yi tapped the scabbard with his fingers.

With a leisurely sound, the sword was unsheathed with a clang.

"Since you are so persistent, I will take you away with my sword. This is my sword intention now."

Zhou Yitang raised his eyes and finally said, "You can give it a try."

Chen Yi clenched the Hou Kang sword tightly, and in an instant the sword energy spread everywhere.

The sword creates heaven and earth.

In response to him, sword energy appeared under his feet in an instant, and gullies suddenly appeared.

Circles of Qi rippled silently, like the collision of two different waves in a lake. Every inch of space was filled with invisible sword energy, and the situation was tense and ready to explode.

Just waiting for an opportunity.

At this time, the void in the distance seemed to be pushed closer and closer by something, like a huge lid forcing and pressing down. The mountain suddenly shook, and both of them subconsciously looked up, and suddenly saw the darkness deep in the void wriggling and expanding outward.

Open your eyes with your pupils erect.

Innocent old mother!

Almost at the same moment, both of them turned around and raised their swords. Two similar yet very different sword intents soared into the sky and rushed in the same direction.

There was none of the previous tension.

"What the hell dares to disturb us? Can't you see they are arguing?!"

Chen Yi suddenly became furious and slashed with his sword unreasonably, and the sword energy that had been suppressed for a long time burst out wildly.

Zhou Yitang was speechless, but silently slashed with the sword. The sword energy was as fast as lightning, and it slashed towards the huge vertical pupil before Chen Yi.

The two sword energies hit the vertical pupil one after another, and countless spider-web-like cracks burst out in the tremor. The pupil contracted, and Chen Yi saw both pain and shock in it, which seemed to be caused by the exploding sword energy, and also because the two people who had been on the verge of a tense situation just now suddenly turned their guns around.

Chen Yi curled his lips. His emotions were boiling just now. He really wanted to ask Jian Zhou Yitang and get to the bottom of it for her, but with a powerful enemy at the doorstep, no matter how much internal strife there was, he could only defend against external aggression.

After all, even though the two were equally stubborn, had very different sword intentions, and had different thoughts and ideas, they still ended up being husband and wife.

A sword was slashed across the face, and the vertical pupils in the sky trembled. Both shock and pain turned into anger. A crack was torn open from the height where the pupils were, like a huge mouth of an abyss, and a creepy and blurry face appeared from the height.

In the void within the void, round halos slowly "grew" out, flawless and eerily white. Dozens or even hundreds of light balls hung down like silkworm pupae in the sky. With a puff, a shadowy white figure broke out from the halo.

Their bodies were like wrapped in white silk, with no clear facial features or only empty faces made up of vague halos. Their bodies radiated a soft but cold light that was not like that of an earthly source. They surrounded the surroundings, and as soon as they landed, they saluted and chanted praises to the cave chapter in unison.

The sound of praises and hymns was very far away, but it was so harsh that it made one's brain tangled.

Chen Yi frowned, not knowing the origin of these weird things for a moment, so he did not act rashly. After a brief thought, he unlocked the restriction on Fangdi.

The old saint's voice came into his ears: "...Unlocked? Boy, why did you seal me for so long?"

"Don't ask these questions first, take a look at what's on it?"

The old saint girl knew the situation was urgent after hearing this, so she sent her spiritual sense over there. The next moment, she couldn’t help but exclaimed in amazement: “The prince’s children?!”

"Royal children?"

"Where have you been, kid? Is this still Longhu Mountain?!"

"Vacuum hometown."

The old saint was dumbfounded and said, "Huh? You believe in the White Lotus Sect? You slept with the saint of my sect and then believed in the White Lotus Sect?"

Chen Yi twitched his lips. He didn't have time to explain the whole story to the old woman. He said bluntly: "Now Wusheng Old Mother wants to kill me. Watch carefully!"

As soon as the words fell, the old saint calmed down. Chen Yi had sealed her off for too many days, which made her confused and puzzled. However, everyone knew that this was not the time to be entangled. She suppressed her emotions and spoke quickly: "The White Lotus Sect believes in the Mother of No Birth and regards themselves as the biological children of the Mother of No Birth. They say that the White Lotus Sect members who return to the hometown of Zhenkong have returned to the mother's womb and are the royal children. The people in the hometown of Zhenkong are all called royal children. In the past, an old witch from the White Lotus Sect argued with me, saying that the royal children are all enjoying a good life there. I said: 'Bullshit! Who doesn't know that your royal children are some evil things?'"

Her consciousness was fixed on those strange figures that emerged from their cocoons and emitted a cold white light, and she spoke as fast as a string of cannonballs:
"See? That 'plain silk' wrapped around the body? That's the skin of the vacuum homeland! It looks like light, but it's actually the shell of 'nothingness'! It has no face and no heart, only the mother's thoughts stuffed inside as the core! What children? Bullshit! It's a knife! It's a plow! It's a zombie that specializes in cleaning up the house and sweeping the world!"

The old saint's words were like a string of cannonballs hitting her head, and she felt extremely disgusted and wary. Although she had mainly mocked the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism along the way, she had occasionally given them some praise. However, she had no praise for the White Lotus Sect, which was more similar to the Divine Religion.

Chen Yi had no intention of delving into the reasons behind this. The prince's children were already swarming towards him like moths covering the sky and the sun.

"The mother of the unborn, the source of the vacuum. In the chaos, the saint sleeps forever. The true nature of the spirit nurtures the fetus. In the world of mortals, there is compassion and mercy..."

Loud chanting came along with it, and Chen Yi heard the content of the chanting clearly. As they got closer and closer, his mind became more and more nervous, and the surroundings were filled with strange silver bell laughter.

The long sword was stirring in the air, and the wildly dancing sword energy instantly swept into the prince's children. He went forward, and with a swipe of the long sword, it suddenly cut a gap in the prince's children like a thunderclap out of the blue.

This sword strike was extremely powerful, but the effect was far from commensurate with the momentum. When the sword was slashed down, the prince's children slid away from both sides of the sword energy like sticky lard.

With a frown, Chen Yi crashed into the white tsunami, sword and knife coming out.

Chop, cut, pick, stab, and pierce...the flashes of swords and shadows of knives dance like a wheel.

As another of the royal children slipped past the sharp sword, Chen Yi finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted in his heart:
"What the hell is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and pierced through the bodies of the prince's children. The bell-like smile on his face finally froze, and all the laughter around him stopped, and the chanting also stopped.

Those annoying voices stopped, and Chen Yi felt relieved. He asked softly, "Not singing anymore? Huh?"

The devilish sound suddenly rose again.

Chen Yi once again attacked the group of royal children, slashing them with his sword and knife. Even though there were many royal children, their offensive was not as fierce as Zhou Yitang's obsession. They were just extremely difficult to deal with. The most difficult thing was that even after he struck out with dozens of swords and knives, he could only hit these royal children with one move.

The old saint finally saw the clue and said, "I've heard that the prince's children are similar to the celestial beings in Buddhism, but they are also different. Now I see that the difference is this: the celestial beings are in meditation and have emotions, but these people are in meditation but have no emotions. They are just a group of refined zombies, and they can't stand the slightest bit of worldly turbidity! Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, the six desires and eight sufferings are all worldly turbidity. They can't stand being polluted by worldly turbidity!"

Chen Yi instantly understood what the old saint said. The calmer he was when he drew his sword just now, the less likely he was to hit his target. On the contrary, he missed his target with more than ten consecutive strikes. He was furious and anxious, but he was able to kill his target with one sword.

However, the emperor had so many children that they almost covered the sky and the earth, and even if he was furious, he could not kill them all.

Looking at the royal children rushing towards him like a tsunami, Chen Yi's thoughts turned, and he chanted the mantra:

What he recited was not a mantra, but a series of names.

"Yin Weiying, Yin Tingxue, Lin Wanhuang, Min Ning, Zhu E, Dong Zhiji, Qin Qingluo..."

The desire is growing and the whole body is anxious.

But it was still not enough, Chen Yi was ruthless and continued to recite: "Donggong Ruoshu...Min Ming...Empress An...Lu Ying, and...Zhou Yitang."

The figures of stunning beauties passed before his eyes, some were deeply in love, some were newly married after a short separation, some had new grudges or old hatreds, and some had unresolved obsessions. They all smiled sweetly, looked at him quietly, and took off the few clothes they had on... Chen Yi's desire burned to the extreme and turned into sword energy.

Chen Yi pointed his finger, and the turbid sword energy splashed in the air. The royal children had no time to retreat. The moment the sword energy touched their bodies, it was like ink dripping into clear water, hissing and spreading a dirty gray spot! For the first time, the figure's movements froze, and the blurred face seemed to turn towards the turbidity, emitting a silent hum, and the white light around it flickered violently, as if the pure law was repelling the erosion of foreign matter.

Then it disappeared like a white rain of moths.

Chen Yi killed his way into the prince's children, but Zhou Yitang did not help him. Instead, he looked up into the sky. The two seemed to have a tacit understanding and each chose a different target.

And she also saw that this group of so-called royal children were trying their best to delay.

The crisscrossing sword energy rolled towards Shutong.

The vertical pupils resisted the sword energy one after another, and even though the cracks became more and more, they did not blink at all. More shadowy white figures emerged from the cocoon, singing in unison while slowly opening a hole under the eyes, which became bigger and bigger until it took shape. The air was filled with a stale and foul fragrance. Looking up, one could see black clouds rolling in it and thick white thunders wandering.

Almost at the same time, the vertical pupils in the sky moved suddenly, and all the white figures turned their heads in unison, their empty "eyes" locked on Chen Yi. The cold and dead beams of light silently enveloped him like a divine punishment! Space peeled off piece by piece along the path of the beams, revealing the background of nothingness behind them.

Chen Yi, who was in the mood for killing, suddenly turned his head and white thunder fell from the sky.

The figure of the one-armed woman suddenly appeared in front of him.

He used his hand as a sword and withstood the thunder from the sky, and his whole body was filled with a vast exploding white sound.

After the lightning dissipated, the golden light protecting Zhou Yitang's body became as thin as brittle paper, and his face turned pale.

She stood in front of Chen Yi, looking straight ahead, and said coldly: "Go!"

Chen Yi remained silent.

Zhou Yitang took back the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the mountains suddenly became dark. Ruoque Sword fell from her hand, and she slashed at the void without hesitation. A crack opened like cutting paper. She turned around and wanted to grab Chen Yi and throw him in, but she missed.

On the dark and gloomy Cangwu Peak, a bolt of lightning cut through the darkness and headed straight for the small building.

Zhou Yitang realized what he was going to do and gritted her teeth. It was too late to chase him. She slowly raised her head, her pair of upright pupils hanging high in the sky.

Staring at her!
There was a roar,
A white bolt of lightning struck Zhou Yitang.

Zhou Yitang had no time to care about Chen Yi's running. She faced the thunder and drew her sword.

Thousands of sword energies exploded, the two collided, and fine lightning mixed with sword energy dispersed outwards.

Chen Yi only took a glance, then stepped on the ground with his foot. His body instantly broke through the wall and landed in front of Tongxuan.

Tongxuan's expression was slightly complicated, but not too surprised. She saw Chen Yi's choice from the chessboard.

"My dear Master, please do me a favor." Chen Yi smiled and said softly, "While she is too busy to care about other things, guide these obsessions into my heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tongxuan took out a talisman in his hand, chanted an incantation, tapped on Chen Yi's body several times, and finally stuck the talisman on Chen Yi's forehead.

The talisman melted into his forehead like water, and a feeling of swallowing everything surged up. Chen Yi thanked him and said, "Thank you very much."

Tong Xuan shook his head and couldn't help but whispered, "No matter how much you swallow up your obsession, it's only 30% at most. Even if she can return to the first rank, she will only be ninth in the world."

The implication is that even if Chen Yi accommodates all his obsessions, being the ninth in the world is still not enough to break through the vacuum of his hometown. The implication of this is that being the ninth in the world is not Zhou Yitong's limit. She is constrained, and the shackles are the inner demon Tongxuan.

Chen Yi just smiled and did not answer. Tongxuan could only shake his head and sigh.

She stood in the small building, watching him leave, staring at his back.

Chen Yi turned around and jumped into Cangwu Peak.

Break through the fir trees and leap towards this dry lake of the heart.

Tongxuan was already feeling extremely uneasy. If Chen Yi were to take all these thousands of obsessions into his heart, his mind would be filled with demons and he would only have death to do.

Chen Yi stepped on the clouds and landed on the ground from the top of the mountain. Without any hesitation, he crossed the flowing sword energy and rushed towards the thousands of obsessions.

He won't die.

Kendo is a kind of belief. If you don’t believe in it firmly, you will be the one who dies. This is what she taught me.

A figure holding a sword appeared in front of him, looking sad and angry, raising the sword to chop. Chen Yi vaguely remembered something and passed by her sideways, and the latter was suddenly pulled into the lake of his heart.

There was a piercing pain on his forehead, and his heart was surging, as if his three souls and seven spirits were in severe pain. He barely managed to steady himself.

Then he vaguely remembered that she had just broken her sword not long ago, and she stubbornly raised the sword to clear the door and kill herself, the traitor... Chen Yi's face was full of grief and anger, and the obsession fell into the lake of his heart. The strong emotion instantly affected him.

After swaying for a moment, Chen Yi suddenly came to his senses and ran towards the next obsession.

He turned around and broke into the door, and suddenly saw many obsessions in the house. He did not distinguish them and swallowed them all like a glutton. His heart was in turmoil, his face was hideous and distorted, and more than a dozen emotions were intertwined on his face. He seemed to be cut into small pieces.

Most of the memories flashed by, but there was one memory that Chen Yi paused for a moment.

It was after a certain night, the bright moonlight fell on her only remaining arm, she leaned in his arms, quietly listening to the story of The Return of the Condor Heroes. Chen Yi thought that she didn't actually listen, but later she joked that she was the one-armed one.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi's figure flashed like thunder again, bursting out with unprecedented power.

Chen Yi tried his best to contain his obsession. Zhou Yitang's abandoned emotions destroyed his heart and tortured his qi, causing it to become disordered and collide with his acupoints.

Thunders intertwined in the huge crack, and the thunder from the sky rolled away like a white dragon.

Thunder roared, and a strange force that took away life flowed through the white clouds. The old Mother of No Life raised her pupils as if in anger and rebuke, and would not allow anyone who had the ability to repair the sky to survive in the world.

White lightning fragments escaped from the cracks.

The second bolt of thunder then fell!

Zhou Yitang condensed his energy into the sword, and the rolling sword energy rushed into the sky like a waterfall against the current. The sword energy collided with the lightning, and both of them shattered into pieces almost at the same time.

However, the third heavenly thunder followed like a shadow, taking advantage of the gap in the sword to kill Zhou Yitong.

Zhou Yitang just swung out his sword, but turned around, swung the sword, and then took another breath and swung out another sword.

The strange phenomena in the clouds did not stop there.

Again and again, the fourth, fifth, and sixth bolts of heavenly thunder exploded, trailing white light!

Zhou Yitang swung out his sword energy, his long black hair fluttering in disarray, as if he was wrestling with several dragons. He stomped his feet towards the ground, and his whole body sank half a foot into the top of the cliff.

She turned her head with difficulty to look at Chen Yi. He still showed no sign of squeezing into the crack and leaving. Instead, he was still tirelessly accommodating his obsession.

Zhou Yitang, exhausted, drew her sword back and split the thunder again. Her body was already shaky, so she had to raise her hand to close the gap that had allowed Chen Yi to leave.

A trace of unwilling anger flashed through her, and she forgot that she was a teacher and shouted, "You are crazy!"

Chen Yi turned a deaf ear to everything and continued to climb to the top of the mountain step by step. He held his obsession without stopping and let his heart and mind aches. He was like a madman. He did not listen to Zhou Yitang's shouts, nor did he try to comprehend Zhou Yitang's sword intent. He was like a man almost dying of thirst, running wildly in the desert, chasing after an unreachable mirage.

The Cangwu Peak shook unsteadily with the hammer of the thunder, leaving hideous cracks, as if scolding and warning this person who overestimated his own capabilities.

Everywhere I look, everything is withered.

Chen Yi's chest was beating like a bellows. He didn't know when his whole body was wet and blood was flowing.

He remembered a lot along the way, many things he remembered or didn't remember, just like a cursory visit. When he first went up the mountain, she was not contemptuous, but didn't care much. She hinted at the deceiving Lu Ying, for his practice, she annotated the sword skills late at night, and the master's instructions to teach her the sword made her feel uneasy from time to time... She was no longer the unattainable mountain person, and his past emotions appeared in his eyes bit by bit.

He didn't know how many obsessions he had contained. The obsessions of the entire Cangwu Peak were visibly decreasing, and his heart was also devastated.

Zhou Yitang watched his figure running wildly again, trying her best to contain her obsession from past life to the present.

At the same time, as her obsession disappeared, her former first-grade martial arts and Nascent Soul realm cultivation gradually permeated her whole body.

Thunder suddenly sounded.

Things have come to this point, Zhou Yitang can do nothing about him and can only try his best.

The rolling clouds became thicker and thicker, and the previous series of thunders seemed to gather together at this moment. The clouds became lower and lower, and flowed out from the mouth of the Mother of No Birth. The vast white thunder rolled madly.

The strange power that was previously filled with clouds and mist was swept away, and the stale and sweet fragrance was no longer there. All the spiritual energy that was left after the manifestation of the Mother of No Birth gathered in one place.

All the remaining heavenly thunders merged into one.

Zhou Yitang raised his sword again and it was on the cliff.

The momentum is like a rainbow, extending towards the thunder in the sky.

Afterwards, the sword energy shattered into pieces, and the unstoppable thunder struck out countless lightning and fire along the way, like a magnificent river of thunder rolling down.

A long-lost trace of surprise flashed across the one-armed woman's eyes.

God is Shen. The shape of "Shen" in ancient Chinese characters is like thunder across the sky. Thunder has never been something that humans can control. The creator of characters has his reasons and will never do it without a purpose. Zhou Yitang also knows a small secret. The ancient gods all mastered the way of heaven and were the first born by heaven and earth. However, as time passed, the ancient times could no longer be traced. The gods of the past fell and died, and few people knew about it. The way of heaven was thus vacant and was controlled by the gods created by later generations who lived on incense. Wusheng Laomu is one of them.

Therefore, Zhou Yitang did not expect that the Mother of No Life would be so generous as to use up thousands of years of incense and damage her foundation, and still send down such earth-shattering power.

Her hands gradually lost strength, and even the shape of the Ruoque Sword was shaking and twisting in the thunder, and even broke into pieces bit by bit...

There was a strange crackling sound in the landslide and the ground cracked. Chen Yi, who was almost exhausted, was suddenly startled. The mountains under his feet shook. He madly contained the remaining obsession, like a whale opening its huge mouth to contain all things in the sea.

Tongxuan lowered his brows, sighed softly, and his figure suddenly stood up and rushed to Zhou Yitang's side, his eyes obscure and unclear.

The one-armed woman who was struggling to hold on looked sideways. It was the first time that the real body and the inner demon met, and at this moment, their eyes were strangely similar.

Tong Xuan said softly: "Forget it, let it go."

Zhou Yitang frowned slightly, and it was unclear whether she was hurt or exhausted. She did not respond, and after a long time, she nodded imperceptibly...

But Tongxuan stretched out his hand and held the Ruoque sword together with her, and went towards the thunder.

This trace of inner demon slowly merged into her heart, silently turning back into pure obsession, leaving only a trace, slowly, not a trace left, only a long and yellowed memory, when he had just climbed the mountain, when she was still sitting alone on the high ground...

Some people are stupid and always hope that the memory of a certain time can last forever.

She said silently: "That's all."

The obsession was annihilated, no longer clinging to the illusion, the lightning continued to flow, but she ignored it.
In an instant, the sword's heart became clear.

A sword breaks the air.

The entire heavenly thunder was cut back into the void.

The mighty thunder rushed towards the Mother of No Birth like a dragon. The thunder roared and shook everything within sight.

After the turbulence, the pair of vertical pupils remained stiff and still for a moment, and then shattered like glass.

She came to the real ninth place in the world again, but something was missing, something was missing in her heart.
(End of this chapter)