Journey to the West

Chapter 133 Depressed and ecstasy, the fifth stage of sword power [ask for tickets, please collect]

Ye Xuecheng stood quietly in the night, as if his whole body had merged into the night, his hazy back was so lonely, even Ye Xuecheng couldn't help exuding a kind of loneliness, helplessness, and dejection. temperament.

Ye Xuecheng stared at the weasel spirit with calm eyes as water, under the torment of the yin fire, it gradually descended from the realm of the Great Perfection of the Earth Immortal to the Small Perfection of the Earth Immortal, and the late stage of the Earth Immortal!

In Ye Xuecheng's eyes, this weasel spirit is already dead. The hard-won family affection he came to this world, his lovely wife Hui Niang, and son Ye Bufan all died at the hands of this monster.

Within a day, Ye Xuecheng became a loner again. Although he was a killer in his previous life, he had a gentle temperament and did not become distorted by killing and became a pervert.In fact, he is a lonely patient, longing for love, friendship, and affection.

It's a pity that for ordinary people, things that are very easy to get, but come to Ye Xuecheng, they become out of reach.

elusive...

Ye Xuecheng's jet-black hair, which is comparable to a mortal magic weapon, is turning snow-white from the roots at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Snake King Gu Xiaogu has a limited IQ and does not understand human nature. It just stares blankly at Ye Xuecheng as if his whole body has turned into a lonely piece of ice, with white hair like snow, which is particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

There were no tears, only crystal-clear snowflakes dancing around Ye Xuecheng, with five-stage sword power and the artistic conception of flying snow.At this moment, Ye Xuecheng's temperament seemed to merge with the loneliness of the two peerless swordsmen in his inherited memory, and he sublimated the loneliness to the extreme, that fiery heart was frozen forever.

Ye Xuecheng remembered what his master said in his previous life, "Don't try to get close to others, the better you treat others, it will only hurt him (her)!"

"Is that right?"

Ye Xuecheng said a word calmly, as if he was speaking to himself, the words flowed out from the corner of his mouth in a mouthful of blood, there was no salty taste, except for bitterness, it was astringent!
"Master, you are injured!" Xiaogu said suspiciously.

"No problem!" Ye Xuecheng waved his hands.

Hearing Ye Xuecheng say it's all right, its body is about [-] feet in size, its whole body looks like a small bone made of white crystal, and it's ignorant to think that its owner said it's all right, so it means it's all right.

Having nothing to do, it simply coiled up and dozed off on the ground.

"Husband, one day when I am old, will you still love me? Will you treat me as well as you do now?"

"Don't worry! Hui Niang, your husband will bring you a 9000-year-old flat peach or life fruit in a short time, let you taste it, and then you will be immortal and your face will remain forever."

The lovely wife Hui Niang is so cute and cute, the love talk that used to be endless has finally come to naught!

"Father, when I grow up, I want to become a sword fairy like you."

"Haha, dad is not a sword fairy now, just a sword cultivator. If you practice hard, you will definitely be stronger than dad in the future."

The baby boy's childish voice seemed to still be lingering in his ears, hurting Ye Xuecheng's heart.

Ye Xuecheng's artistic conception of flying snow is getting stronger and stronger, within ten feet around his body, it is already covered with thick snow, the chill covered by the artistic conception alone can obliterate ordinary ascension stage Qi practitioners.

It can be said that although Ye Xuecheng's current level of strength is in the late stage of the ascension period, the fighting power given to him by the fifth stage of sword power is comparable to that of the Great Perfection of the Earth Immortal.

Click!

A certain one, the ninth-grade magic weapon that Ye Xuecheng used to bind his hair, was broken into two halves in the cold air and fell on the snow.

In an instant, Ye Xuecheng's silver hair fell loose, which was extremely painful.

Since ancient times, beauties have lamented their twilight, and heroes are not allowed to see their gray hair!
There is a kind of sadness, buried in the heart, buried in the soul, dejected and ecstasy!
Far away on the Wannian Hanyu bed in Tianwai Tianyuxu Palace, Hui Niang, who was sleeping, seemed to have dreamed of something, two lines of clear tears flowed from her eyes, and anxiously called two words "Husband" !
Master Tongtian, who was meditating in Yuxu Palace, looked away helplessly, and sighed secretly: "You idiot!"

As for Huiniang's husband, Ye Xuecheng, Master Tongtian has already understood it at a thought, and there is no such person in the world.

In fact, no matter whether it is the Taishang Laojun or the leader of Tongtian, they have all had their own troubles.

The real Ye Xuecheng is indeed dead, now there is only the lonely soul 'Ye Xuecheng' from the earth.

at the same time!

Far away in Meishan, Lei Gong spared no effort in mana and time to perfectly restore Ye Bufan's sea of ​​dantian Qi.It's a pity that Ye Bufan was still in a lethargic state at such a young age, how could he bear such stimulation.

"The monster is coming, mother, run, father, come and save us."

"Father, mother, don't leave Bufan behind, Bufan will be very good."

Listening to Ye Bufan talking in sleep, Jintang Dianmu, whose heart is as gentle as water, really felt distressed, clenched her fists, and said in hatred.

"All monsters that harm people should be hacked into pieces, and their souls will be scattered."

"Don't worry, Junior Sister, I have already convinced Zhenjun, and Zhenjun decided that after half a month, he will take Meishan brothers and Xiaotiangou to clean up all the sinful monsters outside Liangjie Mountain."

"Slaying evil-ridden monsters will reward you with merit from the Dao of Heaven. Even if the real monarch is in the realm of Taiyi Xuanxian, he will not give up killing those monsters for the merits of God."

I have to say that Lei Gong, who often kills demons and goblins, has already made up his mind to invite Erlang God Yang Jian to come out of the mountain this time.

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When the weasel spirit's strength dropped to the late stage of the Earth Immortal, it finally survived the Yinhuo Tribulation. It was not dead yet, and it was lucky to get a small life back.

After the three disasters, there is no thunder of vitality for the rest of the life after the catastrophe. The weasel spirit can only use the "Slave Heaven Dafa" to plunder the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth and restore the demon body.

The aura of Yinhuo is very obvious to demons and ghosts who are born with a keen sense of danger, so there is no threat to the life of the weasel spirit in the vicinity of a hundred miles.

If the weasel spirit is given enough time, he will soon regain some vitality and have the ability to protect himself.

However, the weasel spirit has never forgotten Ye Xuecheng, a damned human Qi trainer. He always has a feeling that a pair of cold eyes are watching its every move. .

"You are afraid!"

The weasel spirit couldn't help shivering when he heard Ye Xuecheng's spiritual consciousness transmission.

"Even if this great immortal is seriously injured by Yin Huo Jie, it's not something you, a little Qi trainer in the ascension stage, can resist. This great immortal will be afraid of you, what a joke." Weasel said sternly.

"You are afraid!"

Ye Xuecheng still had those four words, and those four words seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made the weasel spirit's whole body drenched in cold sweat. Death is a great horror, and who can be calm in the face of death.

However, Ye Xuecheng was not in a hurry to act, he just wanted to let the weasel spirit experience the pain of the imminent disaster, he wanted to torture the weasel spirit's nerves a little bit.

With Ye Xuecheng's current strength, he would not be afraid even of a celestial demon, but how could he be afraid of a weasel spirit whose strength has dropped to the late stage of an earth immortal and who has been seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)