NFBE Chapter 637 1351
Chapter 637 1351
Go get your sword!
Lord Wolf racked his brains, risking being kicked out by the Golden Crow again and having his wolf fur singed off, and only uttered these five words.
"My...sword..."
The young man, lying amidst the boundless strange flames in the secret realm, murmured, a hint of confusion appearing in his usually bright and determined eyes.
The young man propped himself up with one hand and gritted his teeth, moving forward a little...
His sword...
"Crack!"
A crisp sound came from his side. The young man glanced to the side and saw that the arm that had been broken off on the ground not long ago had been struck by an invisible wave of energy and turned to ashes in an instant. It was then swept forward by the wave of fire.
Zhu He's gaze followed the patch of black ashes, passing through the narrow strip of sky before meeting Jinwu's cold, noble golden eyes.
Wu Jin coldly looked at Zhu He, and with a wave of her sleeve, she swept the flying ash engulfed by the blazing sun behind her. As she moved, the feathers hanging from her wide sleeves shone with golden light, even more dazzling than the endless blazing sun in the secret realm.
An ancient demon... carried the sun on its back, embodying the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.
Zhu He struggled to continue crawling forward, and a dull, continuous "creaking" sound could be heard coming from his body as he moved.
Zhu He recognized the voice.
Ling Yuanzi is away from home most of the year, and Xue Lan is not skilled in array formations. The mountain array on Jiyuan Peak is like this, constantly being repaired and then broken again. Every time it is activated, the mechanism at the core of the array makes a "creaking" sound.
The blazing sun is still too powerful.
Zhu He mainly cultivates the sword path. In addition, under Xue Lan's guidance, he also learned a body-refining technique called "Xuanwu Tongxin Jue". His physical strength is the best among Nascent Soul stage cultivators in the lower realm.
Even with such a powerful physical body, it was still reduced to ashes in the boundless strange fire.
His skin and flesh peeled off piece by piece, and his bones burned into charcoal and turned to ashes, but his nascent soul was still intact.
The nascent soul within the Dan Palace slept peacefully, surrounded by two-colored spiritual energy, as if having a sweet dream...
It seems like he has no intention of ever waking up.
"Has he misunderstood?"
In the secret realm outside the trial, the inner demon watched Zhu He slowly crawl towards the two swords, then looked at Xue Lan with a smile in his eyes:
"If he had picked up the wrong sword because of your words, Lord Wolf King would probably be kicking himself for it, wouldn't he?"
After transmitting her voice, Xue Lan sat down heavily on the spot, her red threads increasing in number as she thrust them one by one towards the blazing sun.
The karmic red threads intertwined, and from a distance, they looked like a waterfall born from Xue Lan.
Lord Wolf gently raised his eyes to look at the inner demon, without saying a word.
The inner demon suddenly realized something was wrong.
Xue Lan's eyes look strange.
Xue Lan's eyes had turned a crystal-clear grayish-white during the last Ascension Ceremony. Because she rarely thought in accordance with the will of Heaven, they were surrounded by a pure aura, brimming like the bright moon...
But now, the inner demon saw a pair of dim eyes, just like before.
The glass is covered in dust, and the bright moon has lost its luster.
The woman stood up from the chair, her black wolf ears lowering alertly.
She took a step forward and spoke in a low voice:
"Xue Lan..."
"nothing."
The anxious words were caught lightly by the person opposite, and the inner demon's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, suddenly found its footing, and his ears, which had been pressed down, slowly perked up.
Xue Lan manifested the last red thread, her mind unusually weary.
The woman slowly raised her hand and rubbed her temples, her voice hoarse and steady:
"One thousand three hundred and fifty-one."
The inner demon didn't understand Xue Lan's meaning for a moment, until the red thread connecting Xue Lan's wrist started to sway slowly without any wind.
"Xuanhuang Sect..." The inner demon murmured, looking at the red threads of cause and effect.
"Is this the cause and effect between you and everyone in the Xuanhuang Sect?"
"Yes!"
Xue Lan nodded proudly: "I pretended to sever the cause and effect in front of the headmaster before, and all of it was hidden... It was really not easy to find."
The inner demon rubbed his fingertips together, wanting to speak, but found his throat was a little dry.
"You mean..." The woman paused slightly.
"In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you've managed to salvage the entire Xuanhuang Sect from your vast sea of karma?"
Even under the premise of deliberately concealing it.
"Mmm!" Xue Lan smiled and gestured with her chin towards the inner demon.
"Worship me."
No matter how surprised the inner demon was, it wouldn't obediently worship Xue Lan on the surface.
The woman took a few steps back and sat back down in her chair.
"You cut the lines on the fish and let them all fall into the pond, then you have to find them one by one and tie them back on..."
"Why bother with all that?"
Xue Lan raised an eyebrow slightly:
"I never thought that one day I would be pointed at and talked about like this."
The woman got up from the ground, the red thread on her wrist like a bridge connecting her to the blazing sun.
A breeze had suddenly risen in the secret realm, causing the 1,351 red lines to sway as if a suspension bridge were being shaken.
Xue Lan looked at the swaying red thread, then turned to look at her inner demon:
"You asked before if Zhu He might have picked up the wrong sword?"
The inner demon nodded:
"Look for yourself, he's focused on moving forward and probably doesn't understand what you mean."
"Puch."
A soft laugh reached his ears, and the inner demon suddenly turned his head to see the Wolf King, who couldn't hide his smile.
"What are you laughing at? Do you have complete confidence in him?"
"I'm not entirely sure."
Xue Lan smiled and waved her hand:
"I just think he's not that stupid."
Zhu He has a pure heart, is sincere and persistent, but somewhat rigid in ordinary matters.
But he's not really stupid.
Xue Lan shook the red thread in her hand, her round almond-shaped eyes filled with laughter:
"Awake!"
"spirit!"
A wisp of snow-white soul energy flew out from between Xue Lan's eyebrows and, in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the blazing sun flames along the red line of cause and effect.
Like a gentle breeze awakening spring, all things begin anew. When Zhu He finished exerting himself and looked ahead, he suddenly saw a sky full of red lines.
A dense network of red threads intertwined before the young man, once again weaving a peaceful and serene scene of the Xuanhuang Sect.
At the same time, several talismans floated up around him, dragging his mangled body towards the two swords.
The golden crow in the sky changed its expression slightly, but did not intervene.
The woman's icy voice reached Xue Lan and the inner demon's ears:
"Cause and effect are destiny. Since Lord Wolf King has already paid the price, I will not interfere."
"It is destiny that has brought me here; I accept it."
Xue Lan smiled and said:
"Thank you very much, senior. Xue Lan will not interfere in this matter from now on."
Wu Jin looked at Xue Lan and spoke coldly:
"I hope Lord Wolf will keep his word."
Xue Lan exchanged a few words with Jin Wu, and as soon as she turned her head, she met the burning gaze of the inner demon.
Lord Wolf raised his hand to cover his face:
"What are you doing?"
The inner demon hadn't clearly heard what Wu Jin and Xue Lan had been arguing about; only one word filled his mind: "price."
The woman looked into Xue Lan's dim, grayish-white eyes, then grinned:
"To discern cause and effect is to disregard all things; one must be in harmony with Heaven..."
"You did the things yourself, and you're blaming Shang Xun for it!"