Sword Spirit Immortal Respects Demon History [Transmigration Book]

"Xu Ming Mirror Eater is born with a soul, and is born with a sin. Even if the mirror spirit is scattered, if you want to use it, you still have to pay a certain price."

Bai Lisheng looked at Wuhui, whose figure was becoming more and more blurred not far away, and said in a deep voice, with a trace of inexplicable sadness, "If you want to get out of the dark world, you must sacrifice the living soul first. I am a swordsmith, and I often use Forging swords with spiritual thoughts, the degree of condensed soul is much thicker than that of ordinary people. I originally thought that I could use my soul to refine the Nether Mirror, so that it would be weak for a period of time at most, and it would not be fatal, but there would be no return..."

He paused, took a deep breath, as if he was brewing some kind of emotion, and smiled wryly for a while, "Shuttle between the two worlds, how can you not have to pay any price? His cultivation base is gone, broken The affairs of the world are all supported by the soul, which has already worn out a lot, and now the sacrifice of the Netherworld Mirror... is to put the body and soul into it..."

Mo Jiuyuan's figure trembled, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant, "No...it's not like this...he is so powerful, he is almost omnipotent, how could he die!"

"Buzz!"

Tianyan Sword let out a clear sword cry, and the majestic and thick sword energy poured into the opponent's body through Wuhui's hand holding it. However, how could the body that was about to collapse could withstand such a strong irrigation of sword energy, pouring into it? The more there are, the faster it will collapse.

"Don't waste your energy, Tianyan." Wuhui shook his head lightly, "This body can no longer hold on."

The silver-blue long sword suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and re-morphed into a human form. He looked at the phantom that was gradually disintegrating in front of him, and the familiar scene made his eyes hurt a little. Seeing the powerlessness of important people losing their vitality little by little in front of his eyes, he never wanted to experience it again in his life, but...but this person always doesn't know how to cherish himself, the first time for the fairy world, The second time... is for him...

"Why..." He tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes, and tried his best to make his voice appear calm, but he still couldn't stop the trembling sound with a trace of fear, "Why didn't you tell me? Your cultivation base is gone... To use the Netherworld Mirror, you need to sacrifice the soul... Why didn't you tell me? Do you just want to abandon me like that? I can understand last time because of the fairy world, but this time... I can do it by myself..."

Wu Hui smiled lightly, he raised his hand that was almost blurred, and touched Chong Yan's head lightly, but his eyes were looking at the gray and white sky, there was nostalgia in his eyes, There is gentleness, but more, it is a vast and lonely blank, like a dark sky in a dark night, full of a sense of desolation that makes people panic.

He said softly, "Tian Yan, I'm tired."

In a word, Mo Jiuyuan, who had just rushed forward without hesitation, stopped in an instant, and the expression on his face was bleak and... dead silent.

No one had ever thought about how desperate and desolate Wuhui felt in his heart when that sword stabbed him back then.

He is a person who dares to love and hate, and he never sloppily treats his feelings. When he faced Mo Jiuyuan's courtship and understood his intentions, he readily agreed. Since then, he has been with each other for more than 1 years. Man regards himself as the other half of his life, and almost exhausts all his mental energy.

However, it is such a person, when he stabbed with a sword just for his own selfish desires, and even attacked the fairyland for this, causing the fairyland to lose most of its people, how much guilt does he bear in his heart as the chief culprit that caused all this to happen.

That was enough to crush him.

Mo Jiuyuan is his lover, he single-handedly supports the position of Demon Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Demon Realm, everything about him is inseparable from the fulfillment of Wuhui, but this person uses everything Wuhui gave to make him More than half of his life's hard work was destroyed, which was not only the grievance of being betrayed by his lover, but also his irreparable sin.

He is guilty, and he is guilty.

The corpses that fell in the pool of blood one after another, the screams that resounded through the sky one after another, the tragedy of the Shui family, and the nightmare of Shui Tianheng, all of them were sins that he had to bear, carrying such a heavy burden, In the day after day of self-blame, he could hardly have a moment of peace.

3 years ago, he did not hesitate to give his life's cultivation to Tianyanjian. The reason for this was, of course, because he was eager to save the immortal world, but there was also a reason to apologize for his death. In the matter of control, Tianyan will not be taken advantage of by the bodhi tree in order to save his soul, nor will he feed him and his soul will be fragmented, and everything after that will not happen.

Now that he is taking Tianyan's place and giving this life away, it is rare to feel a sense of relief in his heart.

"Immortal Venerable!"

"No Return Immortal Venerable!"

"Your honor!"

The ups and downs of screams resounded all over the field, and the four holy beasts, together with the clansmen behind them, circled Wuhui one after another. The mirror image shown by the Xuming Mirror just now revealed the original truth, and was shocked by that scene. As soon as the scene of the scene was shocked, the Lingtai immediately cleared up, and the ecstasy technique under the Bodhi tree had long since broken. Everyone remembered what they did just now, and they all beat their chests and stamped their feet. They looked at Chongyan with shame, and then turned their eyes on the It faded to Wuhui, who had almost disappeared.

The Zhenyao Tower dragged the broken body of the tower and circled around the two of them, but unfortunately it was too big to squeeze in. Qixuan stomped the body of the tower angrily, and directly smashed it to the ground. A ten-meter deep pit came out.

Qixuan slowly pressed down on it, the huge tower body trembled "buzzing", firmly locking all the spiritual power of the Demon Suppressing Tower below it, and then transformed into a human figure by itself, squeezed into the crowd, and there was no turning back. Completely ignored the unwilling roar of a certain tower.

Mo Junming calmed down the rioting demons outside, pushed away the crowd in front of him, and saw Wuhui's figure gradually blurred, broken light spots started from the toes, and gradually went up from bottom to top. Slowly falling with the wind, it merged into the body of Xu Mingjing, which was growing bigger and bigger not far away.

Everyone can only watch anxiously, but there is nothing they can do. This is a sacrifice under the rules of heaven and earth. One soul is exchanged for one painting. There is no way to break this rule.

Even though the figure has been blurred to almost nothingness, Wuhui's eyes are still calm and calm. His eyes swept around one by one, and he paused for a while on Mo Jiuyuan who was standing still not far away, but he was very nervous. Quickly move away, he said lightly: "Since the truth has been revealed, Tianyan is innocent, he is the Supreme Being of the Immortal Realm that I have appointed, and you must respect him in the future, and the Immortal Realm will never return to the Immortal Venerable. Remember."

"Immortal Venerable—!"

The mournful voice resounded through the sky, and there was a shrill sob everywhere. Chong Yan turned his head slightly, and finally couldn't bear to look any more, but suddenly felt a heavy weight on his waist, and a person stood beside him in a blink of an eye.

Mo Junming hugged his waist, looking forward slightly unnaturally, a deep voice sounded in his ear, very low, but also very steady, "I'll accompany you."

Zhong Yan nodded slightly, but did not speak.

He was afraid that once he said it, there would be an unbearable choking sound.

"No return..."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, with a sense of lifeless coolness.

The two turned their heads to look, but saw Mo Jiuyuan approaching step by step, his dark eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, he stared intently at the gradually disappearing figure, and murmured: "You said... a hundred years You will give me an answer in the future, what you said... let me wait for you for a hundred years... are you lying to me?"

Wuhui stared at him for a long time, and smiled softly, "We can't be together, Xiaojiu."

The crime was too deep and heavy, and the gap between them was too big and too far away. After all, they were bound by fate.

Mo Jiuyuan suddenly smiled, he smiled softly and beautifully, but the tone inexplicably made people feel a chill down the spine, "It's not up to you to say whether we're together or not, there's no answer."

Everyone was in a bad mood, but they saw a layer of thick black flames suddenly ignited on Mo Jiuyuan's body, and the flames spread around his body in the blink of an eye. Stepping away from the distance, in the blink of an eye, there was a black giant tiger as big as a hill in front of him, but it was different from usual, but there was an ominous black flame burning around the tiger's body.

"That's..." Baili Sheng's pupils shrank, "Sacrifice to the sacred fire!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Pay homage to the sacred fire!The divine fire ignited on the condition of sacrificing oneself can only be achieved by the devil emperor's peak cultivation base. As long as the divine fire is ignited, the strength can be raised to the cultivation base of a god-man in an instant, but the price paid is also heavy. Destroyed, no bones left!

"Roar--!"

The majestic roar of the tiger shook the sky, and the huge sound wave carried a huge pressure, shaking away all the people nearby, but the tiny and weak figure in front of it that was about to dissipate was not affected at all.

Chong Yan was in a hurry, he wanted to go forward to save Wuhui, but Bai Lisheng raised his hand to stop him, "Don't worry, Mo Jiuyuan won't harm him, let's see first."

Mo Junming looked at the huge devil tiger with black flames burning all over his body, and said thoughtfully, "You mean...he..."

Bai Lisheng nodded solemnly, "This may be Wuhui's only hope."

Everyone in the Immortal Realm who was about to rush forward to save people stopped their movements after hearing what he said, watching the movement in the distance anxiously.

"No return..."

The gigantic demon tiger spit out human words with a muffled and hoarse voice. It lowered its huge head and gently rubbed against Wu Hui's body, which was only above his chest, with incomparable intimacy between his movements.

Wuhui sighed softly, "Why are you bothering?"

Mo Jiuyuan rubbed against him every now and then, as if he was back when he was a child, he was lying in this man's arms like a cat, coquettishly, and would shake his head if he didn't return, and lay on him with a doting and helpless smile. Gently touch and smooth the fur.

There was a look of nostalgia in its eyes, and it said in a low voice: "How could I... just look at you like this and disappear before my eyes?"

No return, you don't know how much I love you, so much that I have lost myself, so much that I can't live without you.

Maybe I will never learn to grow up, maybe I will always be so unscrupulous, because I am a demon, pure demon, this is my nature, I can't change it.

But I can... pull out all my claws and teeth, I will remove the position of the devil emperor, and I will not be able to threaten your fairy world. Now that I have dissipated all my cultivation, I will never be able to hurt you again. Can you stay?

It raised its head and roared to the sky:

"The pain of offering sacrifices to the soul will be borne by this emperor on his behalf. God, give me back the no return!"

"boom!"

The black divine fire soared into the sky, connecting the sky and the earth in an instant, enveloping the Void Nether Mirror and Wuhui's figure. The fiercely burning black flame was like a huge monster that devoured the sky and the earth, exuding a tyrannical and desolate The breath prevents everyone from approaching it.

But at this moment, a green awn not far away instantly escaped, rushed into the fiercely burning divine fire in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

Behind him, Shui Tianheng rushed forward with a huge blood-red shark bead in his arms, and his voice was so sharp that he almost broke his throat: "Bodhi!"

The black flame paused slightly, as if it was brewing something. The next moment, a huge green glow suddenly exploded from the middle ground, and the linden tree with a height of more than [-] meters grew out of the burning pillar of fire, burning all over the body. Burning fierce black flames, but even in such a state of embarrassment, the aura around it suddenly became peaceful and quiet instead of the ferocious and tyrannical one before, just like a real giant tree, exuding a refreshing breath .

"That's..." Chongyan opened his eyes slightly, "That's the real Bodhi tree..."

It was the bodhi tree that had been in his sword domain for 3 years, the real one, the one he was familiar with, and always liked to haunt him and never return...

At that moment, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly understood what was going on with Bodhi Tree's various abnormal behaviors over the years...

"Bodhi, Bodhi..."

Shui Tianheng ran towards this side with the shark bead in his arms, and was brushed away by a gentle force nearby.

"Tianyan, I'm sorry." A gentle voice came from the tree, without the usual yin and yang aura, it seemed peaceful and quiet, "Tianheng, I betrayed you, take care."

As soon as the words of the giant tree fell, the whole body was completely burned by the divine fire. The green glow exploded, and it burst out like a black flame meteor, but it was careful not to hurt anyone. Right at the very center of the giant tree, a white The figure floated down slowly, and before it landed, it was caught by Chongyan with sharp eyes and quick hands.

Silver hair and silver eyes, familiar eyebrows, familiar breath, familiar people.

That is no return.

But on his chest, there was still a green seed lying there quietly, exuding a warm green light.