The Word of Heaven

Chapter 217 Breath of Frost and Snow
Chu Jun said, "Such inappropriate words are often the truth."

Gu Zhuo said: "She is a pretty good person then."

Chu Jun nodded slightly and said, "At least it can leave people with a good reputation in the future."

Gu Zhuo paused and said, "That's not what I meant."

"what is that?"

"When a man is about to die, his words are true."

Chu Jun was stunned when he heard this, and thought that this seemed to be the case.

There are many people in this world who are unwilling to tell the truth before they die, let alone tell a white lie. From this perspective, the leader of the Chiyin Sect does have some qualities in his heart that are worthy of being called beautiful.

Perhaps it was for this reason that she was able to inherit the Zen Buddhism from some unknown temple and make herself look so strange now.

The conversation between the two did not avoid anyone, and just like the first sentence Gu Zhuo said, it fell into everyone's ears.

The field was still dead silent.

The atmosphere became increasingly gloomy.

In the distance, the cracks on the Chiyin Sect's mountain gate formation were becoming more and more numerous, and the heart-pounding sounds were becoming more frequent.

It's like when ice blocks collide with the shore during a river flood in late winter.

Here, many of the Chiyin believers, all of whom were wearing clothes stained with blood, were staring at their leader in a daze, but more of them lowered their heads and remained silent, as if they had accepted their fate.

Looking at this desolate scene, the smile on the lips of the Chi Yin Sect Leader never disappeared. She was still so gentle and kind, just like when her heart was full of love.

She looked down at everyone in the room, sighed and said, "I don't want things to get to this point, and I hesitated until now. But God wants you to die, so what can I do?"

"The first half of the sentence is true."

Gu Zhuo's voice rang out: "I can testify to this."

No one responded because they couldn't find the meaning.

The only exception is the leader of the Chiyin Sect.

“Why is the second half of the sentence false?”

"You are the one who caused the disaster. The world has changed because of you. It's probably not appropriate to let others bear this responsibility, right?"

The person who answered this question was not Gu Zhuo, but Chu Jun.

The leader of the Chi Yin Cult said calmly: "I just let the heaven and earth make the choice for me."

Chu Jun was speechless, thinking that this was too much of a blame.

At this moment, the stone tower on the top of Chiyin Peak was finally completely covered by frost and turned into an ice tower.

The mountain gate formation began to break down, and mist seeped in from the cracks like smoke.

The night wind arrived before the cold fog.

It is now late at night, the sun has not risen as usual, and the starry sky and the moonlight are obscured by clouds.

The sky and the earth were pitch black, and the wind was naturally colder.

The night wind fell on the body of a disciple of the Chiyin Sect. At this moment, his mind was numb and he was about to close his eyes and wait for death when he felt wetness on his body.

He raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek, and found that it was not tears, but rain that was rarely seen in the depths of the wilderness for ten years.

Freezing rain sneaked into the night with the wind, and there was thick fog.

Talking about the dangers of the wilderness, talking about the dangers of the wilderness, is probably the situation at this moment.

More people were blown by the night wind and felt the rain that followed. After a moment of silence, instead of crying, they started laughing.

It's all death, so what's the difference?

Hearing that laughter, more people joined in laughing, feeling sad and angry.

Standing in the midst of all the laughter, Chu Jun looked a little confused.

She had never imagined that such a scene would happen tonight, and that the Chiyin Sect would become the dust of history because of it.

She turned her head to look at Gu Zhuo, wondering, what are you going to do next?
……

……

On the distant cliff.

The high priest looked at the scene on Chiyin Peak from afar, his expression becoming increasingly passionate.

Born in the wilderness and living in the mountains, it has been more than eighty years.

During these eighty years without spring, summer, autumn or winter, he not only witnessed the death of barbarians and humans, but also faced firsthand the horrific climate that was no different from natural disasters.

In the wilderness, it is difficult for anyone to understand this better than him. He once tried to use this power to kill the humans living here and create a clean and transparent world for the people of the wilderness, but the result was of course a failure.

Since then, the high priest has always believed that no one in the world can call the wind and rain in the mountains. Even if one has ascended to heaven, he cannot be immune to it. Wind, rain, frost and snow all have their own unique rhythm.

Now, this night.

The wind started to blow and the rain came, and the fog was as heavy as a mountain.

The disasters under the desolate sky gathered here, which is undoubtedly a true presentation of God's will.

This is the only reasonable explanation.

The high priest knelt down slowly.

His only remaining hand fell to the ground, and tears burst out from his eyes, flowing across his old, wrinkled cheeks, like the first rain in his life falling on the land that had been dry for hundreds or thousands of years.

The reason why the high priest was shaking uncontrollably and crying so hard that he couldn't speak was because he was immersed in endless happiness... and also because he knew that he had taken the right path.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the high priest stood up and looked towards the distance at Yu Yang, who had transformed into a giant insect but was still somewhat conscious. A voice of pride flowed from his dry lips.

"I am right."

"In this world, only God can save our race."

"You can die in peace now."

The high priest said this as a farewell, and his eyes fell on Chiyin Peak again, his expression gradually calming down.

He knew that God's favor was never without cost and that something had to be paid for.

——No matter what, Gu Zhuo must die.

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……

People always say that there are many things in the world that are more important than life and death.

For example, right and wrong, black and white, honor and disgrace... However, all of this is ultimately based on the premise of being alive.

Therefore, when the premise of life and death is erased, things like this can naturally come into view.

The desperate and sorrowful cries of the practitioners of the Chiyin Sect did not last long, not because the cold night wind and rain froze them to death on the spot, but because they were doing something more meaningful.

——Fighting with the leader of the Chiyin Sect.

To be more precise, this was actually a one-sided suicide.

To the evil cultivators of the Chiyin Sect, since death has become an inevitable outcome, it is undoubtedly a better death than dying in a natural disaster in the wilderness or dying at the hands of the sect leader they follow.

There was a river of blood on the stone platform, but no broken limbs were seen. Almost every dead person had their body intact, with only a wound between their eyebrows or heart.

A strong smell of blood confronts the wind and rain, allowing this place to maintain its proper appearance.

boom!
The mountain gate formation was completely broken.

The cold fog came like waves, like mountains and seas crashing down, with magnificent momentum.

The body of the evil cultivator of the Chiyin Sect that fell behind was turned into an ice sculpture, vivid and lifelike, the moment it came into contact with the cold fog.

The leader of the Chi Yin sect looked at this scene with even more delight in his eyes, and thought it was truly beautiful.

Many years later, if she revisits the old place and meets her old friends again... what a happy and wonderful thing that would be?
With this thought in mind, she rushed into the crowd and started killing people at a faster speed.

She wanted to kill every member of the Chiyin Sect before the cold fog arrived, leaving no regrets for herself.

At this moment, Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun became outsiders.

No one paid any attention to their existence. With a burning and crazy look on their faces, their minds were completely focused on this almost Taoist killing.

Even the leader of the Chiyin Sect didn't even look at them again.

The Sansheng Tower has never left, protecting the lives of the two people at all times and preventing them from being eroded by the cold fog.

So Chu Jun still had room to speak.

However, her lips opened and closed several times until they were finally pursed into a straight line, but she still couldn't utter a word.

She didn't understand why things had turned out the way they were now, why the evil practitioners of the Chiyin Sect wanted to kill each other and treat them, who were supposed to be important, as nothing.

Gu Zhuo guessed her confusion and said calmly, "We are all going to die, so why not let yourself die more comfortably? What's so hard to understand?"

Chu Jun was silent for a while, then said, "I still think it's ridiculous."

Gu Zhuo said: "It's not a bad thing anyway."

Chu Jun looked at him and asked, "What is a bad thing?"

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "Death."

Chu Jun was slightly stunned, and felt confused again.

For some reason, she always felt that Gu Zhuo at this moment was slightly different from the past days, and it was not because of the current situation.

The next moment, a voice came into the ears of the two.

"You know, you know I'm not a disciple of the Chiyin Sect, I really don't want to die here..."

He Tinghe cried out in tears: "Just save me!"

At this time, she was already seriously injured, and white mist kept floating out of her body. That was the phenomenon that occurred after her skills were pushed to the extreme to fight against the cold.

She staggered and ran towards Gu Zhuo as hard as she could, just to save her life.

Chu Jun was silent.

Gu Zhuo also remained silent.

Just as hope was lighting up in He Tinghe's eyes, thinking this was tacit consent and that she was about to get a chance of survival, severe pain began to spread from her back, blocking her steps forward.

Her knees hit the ground with a loud noise, and she stopped suddenly when she was about to fall to the ground.

It has nothing to do with Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun, it’s about the female cultivator in the wedding dress.

"How could you leave?"

The voice of the nun in wedding dress was extremely weak, just like her breath.

She stretched out her hand, and gently stroked He Tinghe's cheek with her blood-stained fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "We must be together in this life..."

He Tinghe opened her eyes wide, and her intention to refute was obvious.

However, in the next moment, her eyes suddenly changed, and all the fear turned into strong love.

She hugged the nun in the wedding dress tightly, repeating the same words over and over again: "Yes, we have to be together... together."

The cold fog came with the wind and enveloped the two of them.

After a moment, the aura of the nun in wedding dress disappeared.

That is what death means.

At the moment of her death, He Tinghe's loving eyes changed again, fear immediately surfaced, and along with it came an extremely strong hatred and disgust.

She screamed and tried her best to break free from the embrace of the nun in wedding dress, but the coldness had already eaten away at her limbs, leaving no room for any gap.

In the end, He Tinghe died with this hatred.

Chu Jun saw this scene very clearly.

Then she understood a lot of things, such as why the leader of the Chiyin Sect hated Taoist Yingxu so much - it is not that people cannot live in confusion, but the prerequisite is that they must be unconscious for their entire lives.

Everything has a reason.

At the same time, all the people on the other side died. The leader of the Chiyin Sect stood in the thick fog.

Her clothes were stained with blood, and she looked like a demon.

She was slightly injured and walked slowly towards Gu Zhuo, saying softly: "Okay, everything here is over, let's leave together."

Chu Jun thought it would be better to die.

"Can't leave."

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said, "Someone doesn't want me to leave."

As he said this, he seemed to casually point into the fog, directly pointing out the location of the high priest.

The direction is correct, but the distance is far.

Until this moment, the high priest has not left yet, standing alone on a distant mountain looking at this place.

He would never leave unless he saw Gu Zhuo's body.

The leader of the Chiyin sect smiled slightly and said, "How can that charlatan be my opponent?"

As she spoke, she casually waved her sleeves, and more than ten red lines flew out into the air.

Chu Jun saw clearly that these red lines would penetrate Gu Zhuo's limbs and every acupuncture point that affected his movements, making him a real cripple.

Zhexue was in her hand at the moment, and she drew her sword without thinking and rushed forward.

According to her calculations, she could cut off seven of them with the help of Zhexue's sword, and block the other three with her body. As for the rest... she would have to rely on Gu Zhuo himself.

However, the reality is quite different.

Not bad, but good.

More than a dozen red lines came like flying swords breaking through the air, and inevitably passed through layers of cold fog, slowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, allowing Chu Jun to cut each red line.

The leader of the Chiyin sect frowned.

She looked at the girl standing in the distance, felt the thick chill enveloping her body, and the speed of the true energy in her body slowing down, and wondered how this could be possible?

She had once taken the initiative to find herself in a valley covered in thick cold fog, and had some understanding of the chilling feeling in the fog. Why was the situation now even worse than it was then?
As her thoughts turned, she never stopped and continued to move forward.

There is rain in the fog, like silk threads.

The clothes stained red by blood became slightly damp, and then a thin layer of frost appeared, making the steps of the Chiyin Sect Leader heavy.

Not far away, Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun were unaffected.

A faint trace of frost appeared on the San Sheng Pagoda, very light.

This precious item, which is on the list of most precious objects and is close to being an immortal weapon, is originally a thing at the level of immortality, otherwise Yu Yang would not have hoped to refine it into an immortal with the secret method of the barbarians.

It certainly would not be destroyed in this natural disaster.

The problem is that, from an objective point of view, this has no direct relationship with whether Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun can survive.

Chu Jun turned his head and looked at Gu Zhuo again, still unable to figure out what to do next or how to break this deadlock.

She did not have any resentment in her heart and did not regret coming to the Chiyin Sect, because she knew very well that it was a great fortune for her to be alive today.

Thinking of this, her mood became calmer.

She was calm because she had made a decision.

Gu Zhuo had been saving her all along the way, so it was only natural for her to save him once. This was only natural.

Thinking of this, Chu Jun lowered his eyelids slightly.

When she closes her eyes and opens them again, the scene that happened in the belly of the solitary mountain will appear again.

The master of the temple came here at her invitation and resolved this life-and-death crisis with ease, allowing her and Gu Zhuo to survive and leave this evil land.

As for the heavy price to pay for doing so... we'll talk about it later.

Being alive is the prerequisite for everything.

The leader of the Chiyin Sect was terrified.

An intense fear descended upon her heart, exactly the same as when she faced Yingxu that year!
She could no longer maintain her composure, and a howl roared out from her throat, forcibly shaking away the cold fog that was gathering and approaching, clearing a path for herself to the bottom of the San Sheng Tower.

The next moment, her sleeves began to flutter and she rushed backwards to stop Chu Jun.

At this moment, Gu Zhuo said a word.

"stop."

It was just a simple word, and the world in front of Chu Jun's eyes was left with a residual light, not completely dark.

She is still herself, not the master.

The leader of the Chiyin Sect did not dare to provoke her at all, so he stopped.

Chu Jun said to Gu Zhuo seriously: "This is the best way."

"No."

Gu Zhuo sighed and said helplessly: "Although I don't like to deduce the so-called future, I'm really not the kind of person who likes to push myself into a desperate situation."

Having said this, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

The thick fog in the sky did not dissipate, and the night wind and cold rain were even more severe, like a raging wave hitting the two people standing under the Sansheng Tower.

It was as if some being was aware that something was about to happen and was doing its best to kill it before it happened.

"I've been playing dead for almost as long as I have."

Gu Zhuo said.

As soon as the words fell, the entire Chiyin Peak began to tremble again, and the earth was shaking.

The cold fog trembled because of it, and the wind and rain disappeared because of it.

The leader of the Chiyin Sect turned around suddenly.

A ray of cold light broke through the thick fog, brushed past her, and left a trail of blood splashing.

That's not a flying sword.

It is the thousand-legged limb of a giant insect.

It was not until this time that the living people remembered that Yu Yang was not dead yet.

"go!"

Chu Jun was not shocked and did not think about why Yu Yang could still maintain his intelligence and obey Gu Zhuo's orders after breaking through.

She grabbed Gu Zhuo's sleeve and rushed towards the giant insect to seek shelter.

The leader of the Chiyin Sect looked at this scene with an expression of disbelief.

At the same time, the high priest standing on a distant mountain was furious.

He no longer stood by and watched coldly, and jumped out.

boom!
A dark green flame suddenly erupted, blasting open a blank area in the cold fog and pointing the way forward for the high priest.

His old body was also pushed forward and flew towards the Chiyin Peak, which was more than a hundred feet away, with incredible precision.

There was another loud bang, and where he landed, the stone slab corroded by the cold shattered into thousands of pieces, all jumping up.

The high priest had a blank expression on his face, but the fire in his eyes grew even stronger.

All the rubble was stained with flames, like siege weapons, burning and rushing away!

This attack was extremely powerful, and was not inferior to the meteor shower summoned by the Chi Yin Sect Leader not long ago, and was even more concentrated.

Even with the protection of the Three Lives Tower, it was unlikely that Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun would die from this attack, but they would inevitably suffer serious injuries and would no longer have the strength to resist the cold fog and freezing rain.

"Stay here!"

The leader of the Chiyin Cult shouted sternly.

She held out her hands, palms facing the sky.

The corpses of hundreds of evil practitioners of the Chiyin Sect, centered around her, and the blood flowing on the ground all boiled and broke through the frost, eventually condensing into four thick blood pillars.

At the same time, she was no longer confined to the ground, and her body rose up.

The Chi Yin Sutra reached its peak at this moment!
The heaven and earth seemed to sense something.

There was a brief flash of light in the clouds, the trace of thunder.

The leader of the Chiyin Sect didn't even look at him and waved his sleeves angrily.

The blood column rushed towards the giant millipede as if it was directed by an arm.

Before that, the blow that also carried the anger of the high priest had already arrived.

Gu Zhuo didn't even turn his head.

In this regard, he only did one thing, which was to put away the Sansheng Tower.

The cold fog came in an instant, with a strong desire to keep him and kill him.

No matter how you look at it, this is a dead end.

The leader of the Chiyin Sect was the person with the highest level of cultivation present, so it was natural for him to come to this conclusion.

Her expression twisted instantly, but she still changed her mind and changed the direction of the blood column that was originally heading towards the millipede. It blocked the rubble burning with dark green flames and collided head-on with it.

Boom!

The blood column caught fire, and the stones were submerged in blood and fell forward powerlessly.

The Chiyin Sect Leader's expression became even colder, and he waved his sleeves again.

The difference was that this time she was not as reserved as before, and four blood pillars broke through the mist and shot towards Gu Zhuo.

In the distance, the high priest was even angrier.

The already fiercely burning ghost fire grew even more intense, carrying his anger and his body, rushing towards the cliff on the other side.

The giant centipede transformed by Yu Yang did not remain silent. It had already responded the moment Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun ran towards it.

It's just that his injuries were too severe, and he almost used up all his strength to stay alive, and the only reason he's not dead yet is because of his obsession.

Or it could be said that it was a sentence of Gu Zhuo.

——If I die, the spring you once saw will be a dream.

Thinking about these words, thinking about the beauty he had personally experienced, thinking about the unbelieving looks in his tribesmen's eyes, thinking about the voices that kept him conscious, Yu Yang opened his mouth with great difficulty.

The mouthparts of the millipede are extremely wide, about several meters wide, and appear black from a distance.

He did not roar in anger because he was not angry. There was only one thing he wanted to do at this moment.

——Breathe in.

The cold fog and freezing rain all over the mountain suddenly stagnated, and then rushed towards the huge mouthpart at a speed visible to the naked eye, clearing the way ahead for Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun.

This was the choice that the leader of the Chi Yin Cult made when he was forced to fight the high priest.

When the two of them joined forces and attacked Gu Zhuo again, everything was ready.

Yu Yang ignored the severe pain coming from his body and the fact that death was imminent. He used up the last of his remaining strength to open his mouthparts... and howled!
Countless cold mists gushed out from its mouth, forming a breath that was even thicker than the four blood pillars, and fell on the Chiyin Peak!
This is probably what the dragon's breath in the legend looks like.

Wherever the cold air passes, everything is frozen, leaving no warmth at all.

Both the blood column and the ghost fire have become the most exquisite glazed ice sculptures.

The whole world has lost its color. All I can see is paleness. There is nothing superfluous.

Even the figures of Gu Zhuo and Chu Jun disappeared.

The high priest and the leader of the Chiyin Sect have not died.

They stood outside the Breath of Frost and Snow, already wounded and unable to move forward any further.

Until Yu Yang really died.

(End of this chapter)