Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Su Ru came to Tian Buyi's side, reached out and took his hand, her eyes filled with deep affection, and smiled slightly:

"Even though I'm going to die, I have no fear of dying with you."

"Ru'er!" Tian Buyi tightened his grip on Su Ru's hand, and said with a remorseful smile:

"I'm so sorry to have made you die here with me."

Su Ru shook her head, rested her head on Tian Buyi's shoulder, and smiled gently:

"There is nothing to apologize for. I am already content to have married you and spent more than three hundred years with you in this life."

Seeing this scene, looking at his junior sister who was not afraid of death, Master Shuiyue's eyes showed envy for the first time.

She finally understood why her junior sister had given up on the dazzling and handsome Senior Brother Wan and instead chose to be with the unremarkable and ordinary-looking Tian Buyi.

At the same time, she envied this kind of love for the first time.

Now that she was about to die, Shuiyue Zhenren looked down at her curvaceous body and reached out to touch her beautiful face.

More than three hundred years have passed, more than three hundred years have passed, and she is still a virgin.

Even as she faced death, she remained a virgin, having never been with the one she loved, and never experienced the joys of intimacy.

As she faced death, the image of that tall, white-clad figure subconsciously flashed into Shuiyue Zhenren's mind. However, it wasn't black hair, but blood-red hair.

It turned out that, without her realizing it, Zhang Xiaofan had already replaced Wan Jianyi in her heart, and even gone deeper.

At this moment, before her death, Master Shuiyue suddenly wanted to embrace Zhang Xiaofan, to be with him, to enjoy the pleasures of love, and not to die with her virginity intact.

Three hundred years have passed. She came into this world intact and left it intact, and I feel a deep sense of regret.

Shuiyue Zhenren looked up at the sky. Now that he was about to die, his true thoughts were completely exposed. He thought to himself:

If she, Shuiyue Zhenren, survives, she will bravely stay with Zhang Xiaofan and leave without regrets.

Tian Ling'er stood on the ground, looking at her parents who were holding hands, deeply in love and unafraid of death, with deep envy in her eyes.

At the same time, there was a sense of resentment amidst that envy.

She and Xiao Fan grew up together, but they hadn't fallen in love yet, nor had they been together like parents.

Now that she was about to die, her only regret was not being able to be with the lover in her heart.

Xiao Fan, I miss you. I want to have a baby with you.

Yan Hong stood beside Tian Ling'er, looking at the heartbroken Tian Ling'er, patted her shoulder, and comforted her:

"Ling'er, don't worry, Zhang Xiaofan will definitely come to save us, he definitely will."

"Really?" Tian Ling'er looked at Yan Hong and asked expectantly.

"Yes!" Yan Hong nodded, her beautiful face full of determination, and said:
“I believe, I have always believed, that no matter what difficulties or dangers we face, Zhang Xiaofan can help us overcome them. He... will definitely come to save us.”

Qi Hao gazed at the Asura Ghost King above the Wuyuqing Palace, his eyes filled with resentment.

He had just become the head of Dragon Head Peak, and before he could even make Dragon Head Peak famous, the Azure Cloud Sect was about to be destroyed, and Dragon Head Peak was about to be destroyed. He was unwilling to accept this.

At this moment, Qi Hao thought of Zhang Xiaofan.

Although he was arrogant and had some disagreements with Zhang Xiaofan more than a decade ago, as Zhang Xiaofan grew stronger, even the arrogant him eventually came to admire him completely.

This is an expression of admiration for an absolute powerhouse!

At this moment, Qi Hao knew that he was certain to die. If only there could be someone who could save him, who could save the Qingyun Sect.

There was only one person... and that was Zhang Xiaofan.

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is your enemy.

More than a decade ago, he vaguely regarded Zhang Xiaofan as an enemy.

He had studied Zhang Xiaofan in depth, and the more he studied, the more shocked he became and the more he admired Zhang Xiaofan. That's why he changed his attitude and took the initiative to befriend Zhang Xiaofan.

Therefore, he knew how terrifying Zhang Xiaofan's talent was. Everyone said that the most amazing genius was the Qingye Ancestor, who lived a thousand years ago.

However, Qi Hao knew Zhang Xiaofan very well. He knew that Zhang Xiaofan was ten times, a hundred times, even a thousand times better than Ancestor Qingye. Ancestor Qingye hadn't become an immortal, but Qi Hao knew that Zhang Xiaofan would definitely become an immortal; it was only a matter of time.

However, he also knew that Zhang Xiaofan had only been cultivating for seventeen years. In those seventeen years, Qi Hao, who was known as a genius, had only reached the seventh level of the Jade Purity Realm.

Zhang Xiaofan's achievement of reaching the peak of Taiqing is already defying the heavens; the time required for him to become an immortal is far too short.

Although Qi Hao believed that Zhang Xiaofan could not become an immortal, he still held onto the hope that Zhang Xiaofan could.

In this way, he will not only witness the birth of a true immortal, but also see that the Qingyun Sect will not be destroyed.

If he doesn't die, he can boast to others that even the true immortal Zhang Xiaofan fought me in a fierce battle during the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament before he was slightly defeated.

Zeng Shushu looked up at the Heavenly Fiend King above the Jade Purity Hall, and at the Asura Ghost King who was staring at them with a mocking expression.

He knew that the reason the Asura Demon King hadn't killed them immediately, or even slapped them to death with a single blow, was that he wanted them to experience despair, to enjoy watching others shed despair, and to die in despair.

At that moment, Zeng Shushu took out the precious fan from his bosom and waved it gracefully.

Then, he took out a treasured book and thought to himself:

Xiao Fan, I've always considered you my best brother.

But I lied to you. What I gave you before was just something I had treasured for many years, not my most precious possession.

If I survive, I will definitely give you this rare book that I have treasured for many years.

It contains all sorts of strange and amazing techniques. So many outstanding women are attracted to you, and your demonic body is so powerful. This book will surely be of great help to you.

Ugh!
What a pity, what a pity, I am about to die now and will not be able to give you my treasured rare book.

Moreover, despite reading so many books, I am still a virgin.

Ah... I'm so pitiful.

If I had known, I wouldn't have been so picky and would have just picked anyone.

No, even if it means death, I can't just pick and choose.

What I like is that enchanting demonic woman from the cult, who wears an apricot-yellow dress, has a charming appearance, and is extremely cunning.

Yes, Jin Ping'er, that's you.

It's a pity you like Xiao Fan, sob sob...

Lin Jingyu held the Dragon Slayer Sword, which emitted mournful cries, as if mourning the passing of its master, Wan Jianyi.

Suddenly, the Dragon-Slaying Sword trembled, as if sensing something. It flashed with azure light, broke free from Lin Jingyu's hand, and shot out from above the Jade Purity Hall toward the back mountain.

The Asura Demon King watched this scene without paying any attention.

Lin Jingyu watched the Dragon-Slaying Sword fly away on its own, a deep sadness in his heart:
Dragon Slayer Sword, do you also sense that your original master is dead and want to take your own life and destroy yourself?

Lin Jingyu gazed at the Asura Ghost King above the Jade Purity Hall, his eyes filled with despair.

He thought of his childhood, when he woke up to find that Caomiao Village had been massacred, his parents were dead, and only Xiao Fan, whom he had played with since they were little, was still alive.

At that moment, he thought of Zhang Xiaofan and murmured:
"Xiao Fan, my only brother, I'm going to die. Don't avenge me, you must live, live well!"

The Asura Ghost King looked at the five hundred Qingyun disciples in the Jade Purity Hall, their faces filled with despair, and his ferocious face was full of excitement.

Seeing the despair on the face of the Qingyun people filled him with joy, and his heart was filled with immense satisfaction.

For two thousand years, the conflict between the righteous and the demonic forces has been endless. No matter how many great figures of the Holy Sect have tried to defeat the Qingyun Sect, every attack on the Qingyun Sect has ended in failure.

And now, he is the Ghost King, no, he should be called the Asura Ghost King.

He, the Asura Ghost King, will completely destroy the Qingyun Sect, accomplishing a feat that none of the previous Holy Sect predecessors could achieve.

Thinking of this, the Asura Ghost King looked down at the five hundred Qingyun Sect disciples below, and his cold, bloodthirsty voice rang out:
"Now!"

"Go to hell!"

(End of this chapter)