I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

But this time, he absolutely could not give in.

"Wuyou, be obedient."

"It is the young master who should be obedient."

"You don't have a better way." Bei Ming Long Yue paused, and his tone gradually became firm, as if scolding: "Someone has to sacrifice."

Then, she gently closed her eyes: "I know you are worried about me."

"But I am already satisfied. As long as you can be happy, that's enough." The silver-haired fairy covered her chest, chewed on the fragments of happiness, and whispered sweetly.

Over the past ten thousand years, Bei Ming Long Yue had wanted to give up countless times.

But when she thought of the crimson wedding, the dark blue rainy night, the bright red sea of ​​flowers, and the dark purple night, she persisted again and again.

It doesn't matter even if the person accompanying Xiao Wuyou is not her.

Xiao Wuyou's happiness is her happiness.

The silver moon is shining, and the clouds are rippling.

This is the happiest smile Bei Ming Long Yue has had in ten thousand years.

It was also the happiest smile that Xiao Wuyou had ever seen on the young master's face.

From the first day he met her, Xiao Wuyou had been longing for the smile of a fairy in his heart.

It is precisely because of this that Xiao Wuyou cannot accept it even more.

What he wanted to see was not this kind of lonely smile as if someone was making arrangements for his last wishes!

"How can I be happy without my little master?"

The silver-haired fairy shuddered violently.

"......After the cause and effect are severed, you and I will forget each other's existence." Bei Ming Long Yue lowered his eyes and murmured softly.

"That is impossible."

"If the young master is determined to do this, then don't worry about your disrespect!"

The magic sword was unsheathed, and Xiao Wuyou pointed the blade towards his master for the first time.

Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes turned cold, and he also raised the magic sword Long Yue.

"I will not show mercy." Bei Ming Long Yue's words were as cold as the edge of Long Yue's sword.

"Me too." Xiao Wuyou's tone no longer had the warmth it once had.

Exactly the same sword-holding posture.

The sword intent contained therein is completely different.

On the bleak top of the world, in the cold dark night, just to protect him/her, the master and the disciple raise their swords to face each other.

But they all lied.

They all lost this battle.

When the blade lights of Silver Moon and Glass crossed each other, neither of them collided with each other.

The silver moonlight slashed towards the luck line, but the glazed magic sword fell directly, and its owner collided head-on with the bright sword tip.

The blood dyed Bei Ming Long Yue's vision red. Long Yue was blocked by Xiao Wu You's body and ultimately failed to completely sever the connection between the two.

"No...worry...?!"

Xiao Wuyou walked straight forward, ignoring the sword that pierced his chest, opened his arms, and hugged the fairy who was standing there in a daze.

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To this day, Bei Ming Long Yue's heart trembles when he recalls that moment.

She still remembered that when Xiao Wuyou's voice gradually disappeared and his blood gradually cooled down, it was as if the despair was being swallowed up bit by bit by the darkness.

In the end, she couldn't make up her mind to completely sever the connection between the two of them.

Looking back, I always made the wrong decisions.

Ten thousand years of separation, ten thousand years of protection, and there was nothing I could do.

When recalling everything in Yingyue City, Bei Ming Longyue wanted to make up his mind, complete the unfinished business, and strike the last sword.

But she couldn't do it.

Even if it's only for one day, one minute, or one second.

She wanted to see Xiao Wuyou's happy look again.

And Xiao Wuyou gave her far more than she expected, as if it was a mirage, and he also embraced her in her arms.

But the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are only a moment.

Now, the cruel reality has torn apart all the beauty and awakened Bei Ming Long Yue from her dream.

This time, Xiao Wuyou escaped by luck.

What should he do next time?

There is no time.

In the quiet night, Bei Ming Long Yue looked at the formation in front of him and sighed softly.

"You shouldn't have come."

"Are you sure you don't want to think about it again?"

The frivolous laughter echoed in the wind.

Bei Ming Long Yue looked around and saw four girls, led by Ye Qing Meng, surrounding her from all sides.

There was anger in Liu Feiyan's eyes, Su Lanyu's face was covered with ice, and Tushan Momo looked a little nervous, but her appearance here already showed her determination.

Obviously, Ye Qingmeng told them everything.

"I have been thinking about this for ten thousand years." Bei Ming Long Yue said calmly.

Liu Feiyan smiled coldly, glared fiercely, pointed at the silver-haired swordsman and said firmly: "Don't talk nonsense! You only have two choices."

"Or go back obediently."

"Or we knock you out and drag you back to warm Wuyou's bed!"

Bei Ming Long Yue narrowed his eyes leisurely and snorted contemptuously as if it was a matter of course.

"You can't do it."

Chapter 57: Life (Afterlife) Death (Palace) Fight (Chaos)

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Along with the contemptuous snort came the sword intent from the sword immortal.

The secret realm trembled and the sword wind whistled.

The moon-white sword energy was like moonlight, floating faintly.

Although she has a petite figure, Liu Feiyan and others seem to be facing an unshakable peak. They are enveloped by invisible pressure and their faces change.

An ordinary god would not be able to move even a step under such overwhelming pressure.

But Liu Feiyan still looked straight at the moon-like fairy in front of her, gritted her teeth, withstood the pressure, took a big step forward, and broke through the invisible shackles.

"To be honest, I used to admire you."

"Mong Yue Sword Immortal, the pinnacle of the immortal path, you traverse the void, break through the thunder tribulation... you are the dream in the hearts of all cultivators of that era." Liu Feiyan was immersed in memories, expressing her sincere emotions.

Apart from Xiao Wuyou, Bei Ming Longyue is the person Liu Feiyan respects the most and is also her role model.

Because of this, she could not accept the so-called 'plan'.

Liu Feiyan took a deep breath, her scarlet eyes filled with unwilling flames: "A cultivator should go against the will of heaven! You have done it once, what is there to be afraid of with just the will of heaven?!"

Those blazing eyes were just like the look Xiao Wuyou had given him a thousand years ago.

As if it was too dazzling, Bei Ming Long Yue lowered his eyes slightly and murmured quietly: "Everyone can talk big, but no matter how determined you are, it can't solve any problem."

"Then find a solution." A pleasant voice as clear as a stream flowed out.

Su Lanyu also stepped forward and said softly and respectfully: "Senior, please think twice."

No matter it was the waiting for Xiao Wuyou for thousands of years or the sheltering of Xiao Wuyou in this life, Su Lanyu has always been grateful to Bei Ming Longyue.

If it weren't for Bei Ming Long Yue, I would never have been able to reunite with Xiao Wu You in this life.

"Perhaps there is a way, but we just haven't seen it through yet. Even if brute force is unbreakable, if we can pool our wisdom, we may be able to uncover the secret." Su Lanyu spoke slowly, unhurriedly, as reassuring as the gentle breeze and flowing water.

That tranquil tone was just like Xiao Wuyou's calmness when facing a crisis.

Listening to her voice, Bei Ming Long Yue unconsciously felt a tiny bit of hope.

But facts over the past ten thousand years have proven that this is nothing but a beautiful fantasy.

"I have worked hard for thousands of years but have gained nothing. Even if there is a plan to break the impasse, how can I see through it?" Bei Ming Long Yue closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"Who understands what you're saying?!"

Tushan Momo transformed into the Nine-tailed Lady, caught up with the two girls, and glared at Beiming Longyue.

"So what if you can't do it?"

"In this life, the master has clearly changed our destiny, why can't you trust him?" Tushan Momo shouted, but then she covered her chest and smiled softly: "The master has done what we couldn't do for five thousand years, and this time, he will definitely be able to do it!"

Bei Ming Long Yue looked at him suspiciously again, and suddenly he understood.

That gentle smile was just like the smile Xiao Wuyou gave him in the afternoon.

Looking at her smile, Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't help but recall Xiao Wu You's tenderness towards her, and a warm current flowed in her heart.

But no matter how beautiful the vision and trust are, it is just self-deception.

"The fact is that his life is hanging by a thread. Blind trust will only kill him!" Bei Ming Long Yue rudely broke Tu Shan Mo Mo's fantasy.

They really look like Xiao Wuyou.

Unyielding determination, meticulous calmness, and a longing for a better future.

And the cherishment for each other.

Ye Qingmeng took the last step and stared at him coldly: "To be honest, I don't care whether you live or die."

"But if you die, he will be sad."

Looking at them with Xiao Wuyou's shadow, Bei Ming Long Yue raised the corner of his mouth with satisfaction: "Having you accompany him is enough."

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Obviously, whether it is encouragement or provocation, words alone cannot shake Bei Ming Long Yue's determination.

Liu Feiyan's patience finally reached its limit.

"Tsk, you're late in toasting and you have to drink the wine, right?!"

Liu Feiyan pointed at Bei Ming Long Yue, narrowed her eyes, and crimson spiritual power emanated from her whole body. The high temperature and burning flames even distorted the air.

"It seems that I have to drag you back!" With the scarlet double blades unsheathed, Liu Feiyan slowly stepped forward.

"I told you, you can't do it." Bei Ming Long Yue raised the magic sword slowly and spoke softly.

The evening breeze blew between the two of them.

The next moment, the crimson flames lit up the entire night sky.

Liu Feiyan stepped on the void, and spiritual power burst out from her body, like a cannonball fired from a barrel, cutting through the night sky with a power that almost shook the mountains and rivers.

The double blades and the magic sword collided fiercely with the help of the majestic spiritual power. The originally calm lake surface began to surge violently, and the drifting clouds were torn apart by the shattered sword energy and scarlet flames.

Bei Ming Long Yue was like an unshakable mountain with just one hand, forcing Liu Fei Yan to kneel down on one knee.

"That's it?" Bei Ming Longyue didn't even move his eyebrows. He pressed the sword down, and the scattered spiritual power caused Liu Feiyan's body to move down again.

However, Liu Feiyan showed a warlike smile: "Actually, I have wanted to fight you for a long time."

"I love to slap cold women like you in the face!"

Along with the roar came the spreading wings of the Divine Phoenix and the crimson power of destiny.

With the blessing of luck, the immortal scarlet flame is enough to hurt a strong person whose cultivation is far higher than hers.