The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

pity.

It doesn't work.

"Boom!"

After a long period of silence, the ninth bell rang again. For a moment, Yun Ling'er's mind seemed to be hit by a hammer.

Many fragments of memories emerged in her mind.

She saw endless gods walking on the homeland of the Sky Fox Clan. Everywhere she looked was dust, and all the buildings were destroyed into ruins.

Some gods have three heads and six arms, some gods have countless divine pupils, and some gods hold fluttering flags, under which are dragon chariots that cannot hide their magnificence, and on the flags are branded the words "Hongjun".

She saw a huge fire burning in the ancestral tree. The trunk was cut in half and the burning ashes spread to the sky. The sky was gray and dark. The burning branches fell like meteorites falling to the earth, turning the familiar home of the Sky Fox into a sea of ​​fire.

All I saw was a picture of hell.

She saw Grandpa Xuanhu, with all his injuries, ramming his body into the ancient bell of the Tianhu clan, causing the bell to ring for the last time.

She saw Sister Jing'er again, holding the magic sword and protecting the women and children, but the ruthless magic weapon slashed through her body and nailed her to the ancestral tree.

She also saw Yun Zir'er desperately fighting her way out of the crowd and brazenly stabbing the god sitting on the dragon chariot with a sword, but it was of no avail. The god merely opened his eyes, and Sister Zir'er's body suddenly shattered.

“No….No, that’s not the case!”

Fragments of memory emerged in Yun Ling'er's mind, filling her brain and causing her extreme pain.

She saw herself again, living a miserable life alone, spending endless years...those were long and extremely empty years.

Every night, today's scene would appear in her dreams, drowning her in an endless swamp, with only the biting cold tide to swallow her up.

Blood welled up in Yun Ling'er's eyes - too many memories flooded into her brain in an instant. Although these memories had not yet happened, they were so real.

It was as if it had happened once before in some other world.

She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and grasped her ancient ink-colored sword.

He swung the sword that he had swung here before—the sword called “Su”.

Just like last time, this time she wielded the sword with ease, and even felt that it was supposed to be this way. The previous restraints and shackles were gone.

The thick floating clouds before his eyes were shaking violently, even faster than last time. Rather than a king and his subjects, they seemed to be worshipping the Tao they believed in!

Above the sky, a deep sword mark suddenly appeared.

Yun Su took advantage of this moment and tried his best to open his eyes.

She saw large patches of fiery red.

That's not a maple leaf.

That is fire, a blazing fire!

The flames devoured everything wantonly, devouring everything in her memory.

She saw the gods in the sky, and in the center, an extremely majestic god wearing an imperial dragon pattern glanced at her from afar.

He noticed her.

In an instant, the ancient ink-colored sword in Yun Ling'er's hand began to wail and fight violently, trying to block this extremely dangerous attack for the girl.

Yun Ling'er's arm was wounded by the vibration, and blood beads flowed down the girl's tender arm, dripping onto the girl's skin little by little, and finally fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

That was an attack with a huge difference in cultivation level. In front of that god, Ling'er was seriously injured just by looking into his eyes. The difference in their cultivation level could not even be described by the distance - the gods walking in the kingdom of gods would never make comparisons with the ants on the ground.

Ling'er gritted her teeth and stood up stubbornly. She didn't know where she got the courage from, but she knew very well that if she didn't make any changes at this moment, the scenes in her memory would become reality!

The girl clenched the sword in her hand, closed her eyes, and prayed silently in her heart.

No matter who it is, even if it is a devil who needs her soul, as long as she can save everything she wants to save, she is willing to give everything... Even if it means falling into hell forever and never being reborn, she is willing to give everything she can!

But this kind of prayer is extremely ridiculous in the eyes of the god.

After all, the foolish human race prayed to the gods a long time ago, but what was the result?

If the gods wield a knife at you, what should you pray for?

The only one you can pray to is another god.

It’s really...ridiculous!

There was a sarcastic smile in the God King's eyes.

But suddenly, someone held Yun Ling'er's hand.

He was a young man in snow-white clothes. He had a handsome face and indifferent eyes. He looked from afar at the God King who was looking at the ancestral tree.

The two people's gazes seemed to meet here, and those indifferent and detached eyes seemed to pierce his gradually corrupted heart.

"who are you?"

The God King asked doubtfully, his voice piercing through space and reaching the ears of the young man in white.

But the young man in white did not reply to him.

He just raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Yun Ling'er beside him.

"As expected...I said that inequality is an equality."

"what?"

Yun Ling'er felt a warm breath. She opened her eyes and saw a man with a gentle smile appear in front of her.

Although it was the first time they met, she felt that the person in front of her was so familiar, as if they had crossed over eternity - two people who should not have met, but by chance, completed a meeting that should not have taken place.

"Are you... Sword Spirit Master?"

Yun Ling'er said with a trembling voice, somewhat incredulous.

"Yes... or no."

The young man in white shook his head.

"I am not your master."

"Then who are you?"

He raised his hand, extended it to the girl, and said gently, "Give me my sword."

"Your sword?"

Yun Ling'er was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly handed the ancient ink-colored sword in her hand to the young man in white.

"Are you a devil who came to help me?" The girl blinked: "I can give you my soul, but please save my people."

"This is the first time I see you like this."

The young man in white smiled and clenched the ancient ink-colored sword in his hand.

His cultivation level rose rapidly, from Nascent Soul...to Spiritualization...to Integration with the Dao...to Mahayana!

This is a correction of fate!

He held Yun Ling'er's hand tightly.

It fell vertically from the Jili Temple, thousands of feet above the sky!

"Even though you won't understand what I'm explaining now."

The young man in white looked as if he understood everything and said with a smile:

"I'm not a devil who helps you, nor a god who saves you. I shouldn't even be here!"

"The one who saves you is actually yourself!"

He clenched his sword, which was also Yun Ling'er's sword, and even... Yun Su's sword!

The sword was pointed at the god who looked down upon the mortal world but was now gazing into the sky.

"Fate connects you and me!"

"Master..."

111. Cut off time

"Master?"

That moment of falling at high speed from thousands of feet in the sky.

Yun Ling'er was pulled by the young man in white and fell upside down on the endless trunk of the ancestral tree. The scenery in front of her was passing by rapidly.

She stared blankly at the strange yet familiar face of the young man in white, her silver-white hair flying upwards as she fell.

She felt that the person in front of her was so strange, yet so familiar.

He was wearing a white robe, spotless, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a slightly upturned mouth. The look he gave her was so... meaningful?

But in his hand he was holding the ancient sword he had obtained from the sword pool. Mr. Sword Spirit was held in his hand, but everything seemed so harmonious.

It was as if this was his sword.

In an instant, the young man's figure seemed to merge into the figure of the sword spirit master who was cutting through the wind and snow in the snow.

But when she asked the question just now, why did the other party answer "Yes, you can also say no."?

Doubts arose in the girl's mind.

Let’s look at the scriptures.

He held Ling'er's ancient ink-black long sword in his hand, or the broken sword that was trembling for him alone in the sword pool.

Holding the sword of destiny called "Su".

He realized something.

When he pushed open the immaculate white door along the thread of fate and stepped into the endlessly flowing river of time, he saw a lot -

He saw the silver-haired fox groaning in pain beside the candlelight on a stormy night, while her husband, who was separated by a wall, was anxious and worried.

After an unknown amount of time, a clear and crisp cry of a child rang out in the rainy night, and the kind old Sky Fox opened the door and reported that everything was safe.

In her arms, she held a crying baby with his eyes closed.

An expression of indescribable joy appeared on the husband's face.

He saw in the wild forest, a young couple of Sky Fox tribe lured away countless pursuers, and a baby still in swaddling clothes followed the migrating Sky Fox tribe, crying loudly.

The elderly elder took her tender little hand and walked towards the jungle worriedly, hoping that the couple would return safely.

But this expectation was ultimately dashed, leaving only the child crying at the top of his lungs.

He saw a young child with silver hair sitting in the empty hall. The hall was very quiet, with the sound of the wind echoing in the air.

She sat in front of the canvas, frowning, as if recalling something.

So, she held the paintbrush with her slender white fingers and sketched something on the canvas, but in the end she could only paint a man and a woman whose faces could not be seen clearly. They were walking hand in hand under the bright sunshine, and in the reflection behind them, a little girl was staring at them in a daze.

The girl outside the canvas was also staring at the canvas in a daze.

He saw a forest of fiery red maple leaves. The sunset glow in the clouds shone with an indescribable brilliance, and the boundaries between light and darkness between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.

The girl was wearing a white long dress, her chin supported by her hands, the sunset in the clouds was reflected in her eyes, making her golden eyes even brighter than the sunset.

She supported her chin with both hands, sitting alone on the top of the high mountain. The ancestral tree that reached into the sky in the distance was blown by the wind, and the fallen leaves in the sky were like stars, falling into the girl's eyes.

Jing Yan saw Yun Ling'er's life.

Unlike the brief scene he saw in the broken sword, he was like a ghost beyond time, accompanying Yun Ling'er and watching her grow up little by little, every minute and every second.

When she cried, Jing Yan looked at her crying eyes. His golden eyes were like a reflected autumn painting, with clear water flowing in them.

As she was painting on the hall, Jing Yan wanted to hold her brush and slightly modify her somewhat abstract painting to make it less eye-catching.

When she sat on the top of the mountain, gazing at the sunset and the ancestral tree, Jing Yan also sat beside her, watching the indescribable beauty with her.

It is unknown how long the scriptures have been in the long river of time, perhaps decades, or perhaps just a moment.

He accompanied Yun Ling'er as she grew up.

The thread of fate passed through his body, crossed endless time, and was tied to Yun Ling'er's fingertips.

until a certain day.

Jing Yan saw the girl in goddess costume, standing high on the ancestral tree, gazing at the maple leaves covering the mountains below the tree.