Quick travel: The host stabbed himself when he became ruthless

Chapter 164

"The host automatically leaves the small world!"

"Getting out~~~"

Inside the fairy cave, the lovesickness bell on He Jiayu's waist jingled.

Slowly opened his eyes, lowered his eyes and untied the lovesickness bell on his waist, a very happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Master misses him!
"Senior Brother He, come out quickly, Senior Brother He!"

He Jiayu's smile gradually faded when he heard Li Shu's choked-up cry from outside the cave.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart.

Waving his sleeves, he removed the barrier outside the fairy cave and walked out.

Looking at Li Shu who was sitting on the ground with tears streaming down his face, he asked, "What happened?"

Hearing a deep and pleasant male voice above his head, Lishu raised his head in surprise, looked at He Jiayu with tears in his eyes and said choked up.

"Senior Brother He, why did you come out just now? Senior Uncle Qian Jue has passed away."

"What?" He Jiayu stumbled back two steps and asked softly after being stunned for a long time.

"what did you just say?"

"Uncle Qianjue, she has fallen." Li Shu wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice.

He Jiayu staggered to Li Shu, put his hands on her shoulders, and asked with bloodshot eyes.

"Impossible, Master is so powerful, how could he pass away so easily, you must be talking nonsense!"

"I also think I'm talking nonsense now. Master Qianjue didn't have any cultivation base before you retreated. He has already become a mortal. The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years. She guards Duanqing Peak every day. I've been looking forward to your exit every day, spring and winter for sixty years, but I can't expect you to leave the customs until death." Li Shu said, looking at He Jiayu with red eyes.

"Uncle Qianjue regrets not being able to wait for you until he dies. Brother He, it would be great if you could leave the customs earlier. Why did you leave the customs so late? Don't you have Senior Uncle Qianjue in your heart? Why are you willing to let him go?" She waited alone for so long and refused to leave the customs!"

Hearing Lishu's angry questions one after another, He Jiayu only felt his ears buzzing and couldn't hear any sound. He could only see Lishu's lips opening and closing again, as if to say something to him again. What.

He covered his heart, which seemed to be eaten by thousands of ants, with his hands, bent down, and yelled silently several times, but he couldn't yell out once.

A line of blood and tears slid down from the corner of his eyes, and dripped down his chin to the ground.

He should have thought a long time ago, how could the Heavenly Demon be removed so easily, and how could the power on the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner be stripped away so easily!
Even if the master has the means to reach the sky, it is impossible to do that without paying a little price.

At that time, he could not detect the cultivation level of his master, not because the master's cultivation level was higher than his, but because the master had long since become a mortal for him.

After returning to the Hongtian Sect, the master walked to the disciples' cafeteria every day. It wasn't like she said that she refused to control the sword because the Qianjue sword was broken, but she didn't have the ability to control the sword at that time.

He should have discovered the clues a long time ago. He is so close to the truth every time, but he refuses to think about it in depth. In the end, he even left Master to guard Duanqing Peak alone, and let her never stop until she died. wait for him.

He Jiayu's big hands with well-defined joints tightly clutched the skirt of his chest. Because of too much force, the gown made of natural silk was scratched by his fingertips, and his fingertips were also ground to blood. Vague!
"Brother He, are you alright?" Lishu asked in horror when he saw the blood and tears continuously falling down He Jiayu's face.

"Nothing!" He Jiayu turned his head stiffly, looked at Lishu and asked.

"Master... where is she now?"

"Uncle Master is now buried next to the palace on the peak. She said that she would be there to watch you come out of seclusion. Originally, I wanted to use magic to preserve her body, but Uncle Master said that her appearance is no longer good. After death, the interesting soul also disappears. If senior brother sees it, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. She just wants senior brother to remember her most beautiful appearance."

As soon as she finished speaking, He Jiayu disappeared in front of her eyes in an instant.

Standing in front of Ming Yuejiao's tomb, He Jiayu wiped off the blood on his face with his sleeve, looked at the cold stone tablet standing in front of him with gentle eyes, and said with a low smile.

"Master, I've come to see you. You must be angry because I kept you waiting for so long, so you deliberately ignored me, right?"

"Even if you hide in the grave, it's useless. I heard that as long as you become a fairy, you can bring people back to life. I still have something to say to Master. How can I be willing to let Master alone like this? lying on the ground!"

After sacrificing the Wenxian Sword, He Jiayu released all the spiritual power in his body, which was continuously input into the body of the Wenxian Sword. The surrounding wind was strong, the clouds were dense, the thunder was rolling, and the spiritual power within a hundred miles was poured into the Wenxian Sword gather.

The blade of Wen Xianjian was slowly covered with a layer of dazzling golden light.

All the disciples of the Hongtian Sect raised their heads to look at the peak of Duanqing Peak. This is not the first time that their spiritual power has disappeared, so it is not surprising.

At this moment, another thing that shocked everyone was happening. The golden Wenxian Sword pointed directly at the sky, breaking through layers of dark clouds, and approaching the sky.

The more dazzling golden light breaks through the dark clouds, the sound of immortals curls up, the phoenix sings and the lins come out, Qionglou Yuyu, the golden palace and the purple palace appear in the sky, and the fairy palace that all cultivators of immortals yearn for is presented in front of everyone.

"Is this the Immortal Palace? It's so beautiful!" A disciple of the Hongtian Sect raised his head and sighed blankly at the Immortal Palace floating in the sky.

"It would be great if I could climb to the fairy palace one day!" There was a strong longing in the words.

This is the lifelong pursuit of all cultivators, who doesn't yearn for it!
A fairy dressed in a white robe, with white hair and a childlike face, flew over on a crane with a white whisk on his arm.

He picked up the whisk and swept it in the direction of Wen Xianjian, the golden light on Wen Xianjian dissipated and landed in his hand.

"I am Xiaoyao Xianjun. I never thought that the ancient artifact Wen Xianjian, which has been lost for a long time, would be in the hands of this little fellow Daoist. Since the little fellow Daoist is now the master of Wen Xianjian, if you have any doubts, you can just ask me, me I will definitely solve my doubts for the little fellow daoists sincerely.”

He Jiayu's face froze uncontrollably when he heard what Xianjun Xiaoyao said, and asked in disbelief.

"The purpose of the Questioning Immortal Sword is to ask questions to the Immortal? Doesn't it have any other use besides that?"

"Hehe!" Xiaoyao Xianjun stroked his beard and laughed.

"Ask if the Immortal Sword has any other uses. I think you must have tried it before. You must know that this sword can cut even a hair."

He Jiayu was silent for a while, looking at the immortal with a hint of hope in his starry eyes and asked.

"Any questions can be answered?"

"Just ask, fellow daoist." Xianjun Xiaoyao smiled kindly.

"I want to know if there is any immortal method in this world that can bring my master back to life!"

(End of this chapter)