Embers of Sword

Chapter 88 Destiny

What kind of person is Lu Yuzhen?

Dao Jiu stared at the white-haired Taoist priest in front of him. He felt both fear and awe.

As a spirit of an artifact that has lived for a thousand years.

Lu Yuzhen's words could not completely impress Daojiu.

What really made him feel impulsive and want to let loose... was the golden drops of water squeezed out by the white-haired Taoist priest.

Dao Jiu licked his lips subconsciously.

If it is possible.

He also wanted to have a piece of the pie, even if the water drop had already spread into mist, even if he could only smell it...

However, the uneasiness that arose in his heart made Dao Jiu remain calm.

He stared at the Taoist priest who took two steps back, with a puzzled look on his face.

What do you mean it’s almost over outside?

Why do I have so little time left?
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Xie Xuanyi stood in the darkness.

He felt the familiar "dead silence" again.

Do not know why.

From the very beginning, Xie Xuanyi felt that the Beihai Mausoleum left by Bai Ze was very similar to the coffin where he had committed suicide.

Now he probably understood why.

Not just because of black.

At the end of Beihai Mausoleum, there is a familiar atmosphere of deathly silence.

I have seen this aura three times before.

Yuzhu Town, Lichao River, and now.

Every practitioner has his own unique aura.

And this familiar dead air.

From Lu Yuzhen.

With a "hiss", Xie Xuanyi ignited the golden energy, but this time, it did not directly dispel the darkness. The Dao-seeking Realm shrouded in countless shadows only illuminated a small dark area.

Xie Xuanyi saw a tall, broken statue.

The statue's head had been chopped off, its body was broken, and there were broken stone chips everywhere.

This Beihai Mausoleum... has one and only one worshipper.

White Pond.

The reason why the statue was chopped off is already obvious.

According to Dao Jiu, during the long years, the [Dao Pen] had been locked in the Dao Seeking Domain. This holy treasure of the Supreme Dao had long ago awakened its spiritual intelligence and even cultivated into a human form...

Being imprisoned in Beihai Mausoleum like this, he lost his freedom.

Da Dao Bi must hate Bai Ze Da Sheng to the core!
So after it broke free, it smashed the statue and imposed new rules for the Beihai Mausoleum.

Xie Xuanyi shook his head.

He was not interested in this broken history that was buried under the flood of the North Sea.

He just wanted to get his own flying sword back.

"Serious illness."

The young man's voice echoed in the Dao-seeking realm.

Light and fire rose from Xie Xuanyi's fingertips, transformed into a butterfly, and slowly flew towards the ceiling.

This cry, which came ten years late, spread and expanded along with the light and fire.

The faint light of the fire fell on the dusty Dao-seeking area, and Xie Xuanyi had a clear view of the entire picture of this forbidden land... In front of the broken statue, there was a cushion. In this huge quiet room, there were fragmented plaques hanging, and pages of yellowed and dilapidated books were flying around.

And countless defective treasures.

Bei Hailing went south from the Eclipse Lake and secretly arrived at the Lichao River.

What kind of hardships will this journey be like?
There were hundreds to nearly a thousand treasures that were sucked into the secret tomb array and swallowed into its "belly".

Xie Xuanyi stood silently under the light and fire.

He listened to the sound echoing, and the residual sound washed over the quiet room again and again.

"Serious illness..."

"Serious illness..."

Finally, a faint response sounded in the darkness.

At the end of the distant darkness, a dim sword light appeared.

The pages and plaques left behind by [Dao Pen] symbolize the supreme rules of Beihai Ling. At this moment, these rules have turned into spider webs and dust, blocking all the treasures in the Dao-seeking area.

That's why they look dull and dim.

Once swallowed by the secret tomb.

They will be bound by the rules of the [Dao Pen], lose their freedom, and become part of the secret tomb's relics.

these years.

There is only one exception.

That is [serious illness].

The moment the sword light lit up, countless books in the entire quiet room also lit up. The circles of great Dao array patterns formed ripples, surging. Xie Xuanyi walked forward expressionlessly. He saw the flying sword trapped in the center of countless Dao patterns, and also saw the layers of golden ancient texts that were entangled and tightly bound to the serious illness.

finally.

Xie Xuanyi stopped before he became seriously ill.

Not because he wanted to stop.

But because I had to stop.

Thousands of great road array patterns transformed into strips of golden silk, trapping him.

His hands and legs were tightly bound with silk threads.

These invisible Taoist patterns are even more terrifying than visible silk threads.

Xie Xuanyi just glanced at the Taoist patterns on his body and then looked away.

He stared at the flying sword not far away and said seriously: "Can you hear my voice?"

hum!
The seriously ill person who was deeply trapped in the spider web of the avenue let out a high-pitched sword sound!
"it is good."

After getting a serious response.

Xie Xuanyi laughed softly.

He raised his head, stared at the dark ceiling of the Seeking Dao Realm, and counted silently in his heart.

almost.

Chen Jingxuan should be here soon.

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Boom!
Hundreds of thunderbolts streaked across the sky and smashed into the Po Lu, which was pushed to the top by the waves.

Ye Qinglian dragged Jiang Qihu and huddled in the corner.

She looked up at the "fight between gods" not far away, her eyes full of complexity.

She knew that the realm of Yin God also had different levels.

Unexpectedly...

There is such a huge gap between myself and the true peak of Yin God!
You Haiwang, who had easily crushed him before, was now suppressed by Tang Fengshu and fell into a disadvantage. This battle should have spread to the entire Lichao River, but under Tang Fengshu's powerful suppression, all the aftermath of the battle was suppressed in the Po Lu ship.

And she, and Jiang Qihu, were now completely reduced to spectators.

Even her most proud [Tongtian Vine] Dharma form could only do a reluctant job to allow the two to protect themselves from the thunder magic.

Amidst countless thunders.

The two figures that were stuck together suddenly separated after each of them launched an extremely powerful palm strike.

Tang Fengshu landed back on the mast. She took a deep breath and calmed her troubled heart.

The blue shirt that was originally spotless was now stained with some blood...most of which was from King You Hai.

On the other side, You Haiwang looked much more embarrassed. After the palm fight, he retreated nearly a hundred feet and had already left the range of the Po Lu. He retreated to the forehead of the huge water-repelling Qilin Dharma Image before he could stop.

The wide python robe that fluttered in the wind was torn into several holes.

His hair was disheveled, and there were dozens of scarlet bloodstains on his cheeks and where his clothes were torn.

Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance.

Chu Lin is very strong.

But Tang Fengshu, the new leader of the Taoist Tianxia Zhai, is still stronger.

only.

There was no trace of joy on Tang Fengshu's face.

When the two men fought, although there were strengths and weaknesses, it was difficult to determine who would live or die.

The great practitioners in the Yin Shen realm have already transcended the ordinary world.

If a being who has cultivated to Chu Lin's level is only interested in protecting himself, even if I have great magical powers, it would be difficult to kill him on the spot...

"The Taoist thunder method is indeed quite good."

King You Hai stretched out the back of his hand, wiped the corner of his lips, smiled softly, and said: "Just wanting to kill me, I'm afraid it's not enough."

Behind the Poseidon.

Lichao City is already on the verge of collapse.

According to the original plan, the tide festival formation should have swallowed up this ancient city long ago.

Chu Lin should have had his own Yang Shen promotion ceremony long ago.

But I never expected it.

Among the several formation masters stationed in Lichao City, there was actually a "great talent" who temporarily cast a powerful fire formation.

The idea of this formation is very good. It rises from the ground along the extension of the Spring Formation, and uses the spirits of plants and trees along the Lichao River that are unable to resist the tide as nutrients!
Water and fire have been incompatible since ancient times!
Water can put out fire, but fire can also burn a river!

This sudden fire array, by burning the tide of the North Sea, pushed the time of the Tide Festival back a long way!

However, it is still too naive to think that you can compete with the Yang God Sacrifice Technique of the Demon Country with just such a fire formation...

What is meant to come will always come.

The flames were raging and close to annihilation.

The huge waves raised by the Qilin Dharma Image have already reached Linlichao City.

This time.

The tide festival will officially begin.

Chu Lin looked at the ancient city behind him and let out a long breath: "Master Tang, it seems that your strength alone is far from enough to kill me."

Tang Fengshu remained silent.

"If Zhidao Bookstore had already calculated this scenario."

King You Hai lowered his eyes and smiled playfully: "Then Chen Jingxuan should come with you...If you want to kill me, you need at least two people."

"You're right."

Tang Fengshu sighed softly, and then said, "Who told you that Chen Jingxuan is not here?"

Just one sentence made the smile on King You Hai's face suddenly freeze.

Tang Fengshu raised his head.

She stared at the sky with rolling dark clouds and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Chen, have you figured it out? Where is the destiny you are looking for?"

Chu Lin frowned.

The imperial city thousands of miles away.

The interior of the Zhidao Bookstore is now covered with billions of invisible golden threads.

Every root here has a name.

And they can all be called "destiny".

A thin figure, surrounded by countless golden lines.

In just a few days, Chen Jingxuan's temples were covered with a hint of gray. He walked and stopped, and finally stopped in front of the extremely thin golden thread.

"Hey, I finally found 'you'."

Chen Jingxuan's face was pale, but his eyes were sparkling.

At this moment, he stretched out two fingers and gently pulled the thin golden thread.

The golden thread runs through thousands of miles.

There was a bang.

Suddenly, a sound like the sound of a Huangzhong Dalu was heard in the sky where countless thunders were rolling. A ray of brilliant golden light fell, landing on the mast of the Po Lu and in the heart of Tang Fengshu.

The female host no longer hesitated.

She stretched out two fingers, rubbed the whisk through the hair, and then used it as a sword to cut down.

A man and a woman, thousands of miles apart, both aim at the so-called "destiny".

Chu Lin subconsciously rode the Water-Repelling Qilin and retreated violently——

But he discovered that when the extremely terrifying golden and silver light were superimposed together, the point of impact was not "himself" at all.

But it is the Lichao River.

This was an extremely precise and accurate strike.

This thin ray of heavenly light, like a falling sword, pierced through ten thousand tons of river water, hit the Bai Ze Secret Tomb, and then shattered layer after layer of formation patterns.

Finally it landed in front of the Daolu Hall.

Dao Jiu was shocked as he watched this unreasonable golden light shatter the ceiling, fall from the sky, and hit the white-haired Taoist priest squarely...

The position where you were standing previously.

"Tsk, that was a close call..."

Lu Yuzhen put on an expression of worry and fear, and then stretched out his hand in a desperate manner, trying to touch the dazzling golden light.

Chi Chi Chi!
The scorching hot "golden light" instantly melted the palm!

The Taoist priest grimaced in pain, completely losing his previous demeanor as a master. He quickly withdrew his hand, and countless snow-white papers flew out of his sleeves.

"Brother Daojiu."

He blew air into his palms, then smiled and looked up: "This Beihailing will sink soon. Have you made up your mind? Do you want to come with me?"

Daojiu did not respond immediately.

He stared at the direction where the golden light fell.

The interior of Beihai Mausoleum is superimposed and changing, and many areas are not on the same plane.

But one thing will not change, and that is the core of the formation.

All the large formations in Beihai Ling need to be operated around this formation center!
And at this moment, the golden line running through Beihailing...

It seemed to hit something.

It seems to be the center of the formation.

A loud explosion sounded at the bottom of the sea!
"boom--"

Dao Jiu suspected that he had heard it wrongly. He felt that the sound was like an angry roar coming from the mouth of some living creature.

"What happened outside? Why did Beihailing sink?"

Daojiu raised his head and asked the most puzzling question.

"A young man who was so brave and fearless... shattered the core of the Beihailing formation."

Lu Yuzhen looked up at the golden light descending from the sky and said with emotion: "The center of the formation is broken, and the secret mausoleum will naturally sink. Next, as long as the 'Seeking Dao Domain' is shattered, the entire North Sea tide will roll back... This is indeed a good way to break the 'Tide Sacrifice' technique, but how much life does it take to come up with such a plan?"

The center of the formation is broken and the secret tomb is sinking?
Dao Jiu was anxious: "What about Xie Zhen? What should we do with Xie Zhen?"

"You really care about him. It seems I really shouldn't have come here."

After hearing this, Lu Yuzhen pretended to be sad, then smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, he won't die. This kid's life is tougher than anyone else in the world."

Pause.

Lu Yuzhen looked at the bottom of the secret tomb where the golden thread sank.

He murmured, "Xie is waiting for Chen Jingxuan's 'destiny'."

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(PS: After thinking it over, I still want to talk about the character "Lu Yuzhen". As an author, I really don't want to explain my creative ideas, foreshadowing, and motivations unless it is necessary. I'd better talk about this book in advance... Please new readers, have some confidence in my character creation~~ Every important character that runs through the whole text must have extremely long and important settings. For such a character, everything he does is carefully considered and calculated by me. In fact, the relationship between Lu Yuzhen and the Dao Pen is enough to be inferred from Dao Jiu's perspective. As for why he saved Chu Man, it will be slowly unfolded later. The person of Lu Daozhu and everything he did were actually foreshadowed at the very beginning.)
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