Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

She raised her hand and clenched it into a fist. The wet rain on the back of her hand exploded into a circle, and a deafening explosion came from her joints.

boom!

Chips of wood shot up into the sky like a fountain. Perhaps it was a blink of an eye: Fang Bailu felt that the fist had already hit him again.

A circular hole appeared on the ground, and cracks spread around it.

again and again--

Atala's legs, hanging outside the pit, were stretched and swung again and again with the impact.

Sharp sounds of metal clashing rang out in the empty room, and long, colorful light tubes flew out of the aisle, spreading brilliance all over the sky.

It's "orchid".

The flying sword made a precise arc and caught up with the rhythm of the next punch - with unparalleled impact, it hit the back of Anbennola's elbow.

Ping!

With this punch, Fang Bailu heard the crisp sound of metal breaking; the diameter of the circular hole expanded outward another circle.

Anbenola stood up. His indestructible forearm was bent into a strange arc, which could not be covered even by his wide Taoist robe.

She took off the mask with one hand and tucked it under her armpit: her short blond hair was stuck to her forehead by sweat, and her cheeks were flushed.

Fang Bailu looked at the two deep pools and sighed:

"Why are you ruining my business again?"

Anbenola's brows first knitted, then relaxed, and finally responded with his eyes narrowed with a smile:

"Because I want to."

She pointed down at her feet and said:

"Don't worry, it's not over yet."

……

"Ah-ah-"

A long, emotionless and inflectionless voice suddenly rang out.

The sound came from Atara's bare feet without sandals:

At some point, the five toes spread out to the left and right and then stuck together to form two horns reaching into the sky.

The lines on the sole of the foot suddenly tore and opened, revealing four symmetrical black and gold eyes.

A strip of connective tissue grew on the lower part of the foot near the heel, and then turned a light pink and became lips:

"Not yet--not yet--not yet--"

Crack, crack, crack!

The solid wood floor had long bulges, as if an invisible shark was swimming through the wood with its dorsal fin erected.

Fang Bailu almost fell down due to the undulating ground, but he also avoided the debris and wood chips flying from below.

hum!

The giant hand that had carried Fang Bailu down into the empty room broke through the ground, and its raised forearm lifted the cushion and the table into the air.

It moved its five fingers, then stretched them wide until its skin stretched. The shadow it cast covered half of the empty room, blurring the starry sky made up of arc lights.

"She's-going-to-wake-up-"

"Help—help—"

He slapped his palm downwards, hitting the top of the furnace.

Chapter 178 Starry Night (Part )

Bouquets of scarlet flowers bloomed from the cracks in the alchemy furnace, pouring into the empty room and hitting the walls in waves.

The floodwaters rose and fell, revealing the "swimming fish" in the elixir. Curled transparent ropes rolled up and up, with mint-colored electric patterns on the surface.

Fang Bailu picked up one and held it in front of his eyes. It felt tough and elastic, as if it would turn into a living snake and wrap around his arm at any moment.

"Tsk..."

He recognized these things; they were also implanted in his body.

Although the product code is missing, this is still an artificial meridian.

Fang Bailu raised his head and looked at the alchemy furnace that had already poured out half of the elixir:

It was a torso without limbs, sexual characteristics, hair, or a head, with meridians extending from the broken ends. It looked like an unassembled puppet, but magnified countless times.

At this moment, Fang Bailu suddenly understood why the meridians produced by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association have no other comparable competitors in New Malaysia.

They were originally plucked and processed from this soulless body...

"The body of the Xihe girl."

At the other end, Atalana’s foot, which had become a head, stood straight up and bulged outwards.

She was about to transform into her full human form again.

An Ben did not attack again, but held the mask to his chest and faced Atala. Red mist swirled around the screen, emitting a mechanical synthetic voice:

"When he used the Heart Sword to cut you just now, you didn't move. Because... you saw it too, right?"

It’s Shou Niang.

The hot thought flashed through Fang Bailu's mind, burning him like fire.

"Visualization. Atala also experienced 'that' kind of visualization -"

He remembered what Xiaoxin had said: there was also a strange machine in their home in the wilderness.

This is why Atala left the wasteland and the new world. She also saw the future through visualization and understood why she was born and why she would die.

She accepted her destiny.

So……

"What do you want?"

Fang Bailu raised his hand and tapped his temple with the base of his palm.

He smelled a burning smell, but knew it was just an illusion.

This time, Fang Bailu completely entrusted his body to the external consciousness, throwing away the fatigue and pain.

Pushing the wall with one leg and one arm, he made an arc and leaped into the air.

The mobile phone tore out a pale white tail cloud and arrived at the landing point first.

Fang Bailu curled up his legs and kicked out, and the phone swung up, throwing him higher.

The huge palm - no, it should be the arm of the Xihe girl - swept under him, smashing a hole in the wall on the other side of the empty room. Another huge wave of elixir was stirred up and hit the surroundings.

On the other side, the mask and the girl inside it were still looking at the deformed Atala:

"I know you want to be free... You hate other people: even individuals who are born from the same source as you, you cannot accept them. But you cannot resist the desire to live with him - with another Yuantai... because this is stipulated in your innate Qi."

"You can't stand this cycle, right? So you're willing to be slashed by the 'Heart Sword' and have your personality destroyed; you even want to abandon your own existence and become someone else, just to get rid of this pain."

Shou Niang's voice was gradually changing. It was no longer vague and mechanical, but more like the teasing and humorous female voice that Fang Bailu had heard in that small room.

Atala did not reply, but simply squirmed his body, transforming his torso into legs and growing arms from his waist.

The roar that had been without any fluctuations before disappeared at this moment.

But Shou Niang still did not stop, as if she had received the answer to the question:

"No, you can't die completely. If your body is destroyed now, you will be reborn in the incubator in forty-nine hours. Even if the Xihe girl wakes up, you won't be able to sleep peacefully! You can only spend eternity in the body of another individual."

"Scary, huh?"

Atara's body took shape again, but he still did not respond to the voice from the horned Qigong practitioner.

But Fang Bailu could see clearly that Atala was trembling.

"...!"

Fang Bailu jumped again and again, stepped on the phone in the air, and dodged. This could only barely avoid the giant palm's attack, but could not break through the defense line and approach the three people gathered together.

"But, I can help you."

Shou Niang's whisper was full of temptation and attraction:

"Now, you abandon your body, and I will awaken the Xihe girl. Then - I will completely destroy her and let you rest in peace."

"Otherwise, the torture will not stop. 'Not over yet'? It will never be over. This is your last chance... What's the harm in giving it a try?"

The neural tubes suddenly emerged from under the mask and reached towards Atala like flexible tentacles.

Atala opened her bright red lips, revealing the pulsating nerves that looked like an organ assembly.

Two pipelines, separate as soon as they touch.

Perhaps during this connection, they communicated something.

But Fang Bailu only saw: the next moment, Atala disintegrated and collapsed, turning into mud made up of blood, muscles, and bones.

Then, her remaining body swelled outward and grew into a tall slope - at the other end was the headless and limbless body.

Anbenola held the mask above her head and headed towards the human pig in the broken furnace. She stepped into the swelling flesh and blood step by step, climbing up, and the body fluids that flowed out added a layer of bright color to the steps.

"Destroying the Yuantai can't actually prevent the Xihe girl from waking up, right? It can't even weaken her."

Fang Bailu hooked the phone with his foot and hung upside down in the air, looking at the two people who were upside down in his field of vision. Blood rushed from the soles of his feet to his face, burning red.

All the previous doubts are connected at this moment:

The reason why Shou Niang asked An Bennola to kill Xiao Xin was not to prevent the awakening of the Xihe girl...

Down below, Shou Niang sighed softly, her voice spreading throughout the empty room:

"Yes. Sorry, I lied to you. The Yuantai is nothing but the impurities of the immortals. Only when these are removed, will they wake up pure - only when those distracting thoughts are discarded, will their true wishes be revealed."

"This is the process of an immortal shedding his shell."

Fang Bailu puffed up his cheeks and exhaled a long breath mixed with blood foam:

"…Why? Why do you want to do this?"

Unease surged up my back - it was a strange worry and premonition.

A gentle answer came from afar, with sadness and sorrow:

"I told you, there are still many enemies."

"Even if you survive this time, other immortals will destroy you. I... no, she saw it all in her vision. So, we have to tear the 'Way of Immortality' from the Xihe girl and give it to you——"

“But only the awakened immortals have the complete way to immortality.”

Fang Bailu flipped in the air and stepped on the phone. He bent down, and the hairs on every inch of his skin stood up. His eyes were wide open, and there were blood marks at the corners of his eyes:

“Someone is going to die!”

Those people...they...

The dim and dark shop in his imagination reappeared in Fang Bailu's mind.

It was the midnight cold sweat.

Shou Niang became more and more excited, and Fang Bailu could imagine that she was smiling even more:

"You won't. At least..."

"Until the sun eats up the earth, you must remember me. What does that look like? When you see it, will you tell me in your dream?"

From this angle, Fang Bailu could no longer see the expression composed of color blocks on the mask display.

But he knew that Shou Niang's next words were directed to Anbennola:

"I'll be leaving now. From now on, I'll leave it to you."

Anbenola lowered her head and hugged the mask tightly to her chest. She sang softly, sometimes high and sometimes low, and pressed her face against the smooth mirror:

The swallows are flying, and their sounds are going up and down.