The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

There is only so much space in the human body, and the three thousand swords pass through the body, how does it feel?

Xuan Ye once thought about it, when he heard that Sang Junyan, the son of the previous generation of Heavenly Dao, had ended up in this way, he naturally thought about his own ending.

Three thousand swords, there are countless ways for mortals to kill people. In the penalty, there are three thousand swords that are scraped alive.

After these three thousand swords go down, there must be nothing left except a piece of ground meat.

Xuan Ye didn't want to ask for death, he just wanted to open his eyes and see.

In fact, he can plan slowly and think of some ways to save himself. Whether it succeeds or not, he should try it first.

Plan and then move.

However, the interest is dull.

He has been calculating for so many years, planning everything carefully, except for this matter.

He suddenly didn't want to do anything, didn't think about anything, and didn't care about the consequences.

Don't people with binoculars, birds, beasts, insects and fish all naturally open their eyes to see everything?

He also wanted to open it so naturally, just like them.

When the Three Thousand Swords fell, he thought of Zisang Junyan, wondering what that person thought at the beginning?

As if knowing what he was thinking, the ink characters representing the master's will of Yu Luo Xiaotai reappeared.

[Zi Sang Junyan was able to live after receiving the three thousand swords because someone changed his destiny and paid the price.But you don't, you really think about it? 】

Xuan Ye raised her head slightly, people would subconsciously want to close their eyes at such a time, but he had closed them for too long, he didn't want to look at the darkness again.

"I want to try."

[Then you can try.I will give you the three thousand swords one by one.You can stop at any time. 】

Compared with the pain, I felt cold at first, as if with every stabbing of the sword, the flesh and blood of the body were replaced with ice iron, gradually becoming inhuman.

Every sword stopped in his body. With more and more swords, it is already a miracle that his whole body can still maintain a human shape.

He was like a tomb where swords were buried, nailed to death by swords one after another.

The sword of the extraordinary body of Jian, he is extraordinary, so ordinary people will die if they receive a sword, but he is still alive soberly.

A sword pierced his heart, and a sword pierced his shoulder armor.

More swords passed through the chest and abdomen.

Until a knife pierced his throat from the back of his neck, Xuan Ye fell to the ground and was firmly nailed to the ground.

His hands struggled subconsciously, and then the four swords nailed his hands and feet to death.

Only the head was intact, with the side face pressed against the ground.

It hurts, of course it hurts, the pain of each sword is very clear.

But Xuan Ye smiled.

At that moment, he seemed to understand why Zi Sang Junyan did that.

Zisang Junyan was abandoned by Tiandao because he had his own ideas and lost control. Why did Tiandao write his name in the book of heaven and let Zisang Junyan judge himself?

Xuan Ye has never understood it, and he has never tried to understand it in the past 800 years.

But at this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand.

Because, the way of heaven only needs Zisang Junyan to be a puppet for execution, but Zisang Junyan treats himself as a human being, and as a half puppet, he lives like a human being.

He was relieved by the three thousand swords, not because he did not resist the destiny, but because he was breaking away from the destiny.

He suddenly thought, God, can Zisang Junyan still be in charge now?

[One thousand swords, if you admit your mistake now, you will still be the heir of heaven. 】The master of Yu Luo Xiaotai's handwriting is full of compassion.

"Continue...continue." Xuan Ye's breathing became slightly tighter, and he also wanted to try whether he could earn himself a chance to be free after receiving the three thousand swords.

Another thousand swords.

Xuan Ye's face was pale and clean, only a pair of eyes were slowly losing their light.

There is only one head in his whole body, and it can be seen that he was once a human being.

【You can't take it anymore. 】

Xuan Ye naturally knew that there were still a thousand swords left, but he already felt that his soul was dissipating.

[I don't want you to die. 】The master Yu Luoxiaotai's handwriting reveals the will and emotion, the superior gentleness, tolerance, and compassion, just like Xuan Ye once treated other people.

[I said that only you are the work I am most satisfied with. Although you have violated my wishes, I still don't want to destroy you. 】

In the dark, there seemed to be a sigh of nothingness.

Xuan Ye couldn't say a word, he was dying.

There is an existence that he does not know, looking down at him: [You want to see, you want to be sentient, whatever you want. 】

Xuan Ye opened her eyes weakly, looking at the ink characters in the empty space.

[Why the surprise?Haven't I always favored you, except you?This time, naturally too. 】

The dissipated spirit and life reversely merged back into his body, pulling him back from the brink of death.

【You are still my successor, you can see and have feelings.You can still have energy and cultivation, and I even found a Taoist companion for you. 】

Xuan Ye raised her head, her eyes were still: "I don't want others."

There was a moment of silence.

【no. 】

The light in Xuan Ye's eyes froze: "..."

[This world is yours, everyone can, you can love anyone, only Ye Tan can't. 】

Xuan Ye struggled: "Why?"

【This is what I want to know too. 】

Xuan Ye was puzzled: "What?"

【Ye Tan will not love you, he will not love anyone. 】

Xuan Ye stared at the ink words: "Where is Zi Sang Junyan?"

The ink words ignored him.

【You can't stand the three thousand swords, so write down the one thousand swords for now.Go and meet the Taoist partner I have chosen for you. If you still don’t want to after seeing it, you would rather endure the remaining thousand swords, die and disappear, and I will fulfill you. 】

Countless sword shadows disappeared, and the blood on the ground dissipated.

The body that was almost chopped into mud was also completely repaired, and even the clothes on it were intact.

The ink stain disappeared, and the door of the temple opened.

Except for Xuan Ye's pale and bloodless face, everything seemed to be just his hallucination.

Xuan Ye stood up staggeringly, the pain in her body still remained, and the injury had completely recovered, but the pain was deeply remembered in her soul, as if the master was asking him if he really wanted to continue the pain, Until death?

Who would want to die if they could live?

Xuan Ye pushed open the door of the temple, the dazzling sunlight fell on his face, like falling on a ghost walking out of the underworld.

He was subconsciously burned to the point of wanting to hide in the darkness.

But after all, he just paused for a moment, raised his head to let the sunlight cover his body, and returned to the world from hell.

Prove that you are still alone.

The square is full of people, he can already see, but he still feels that the world is quiet and empty.

Because he only wants to see one person, but the person he wants to see must not be here.

Zisang Junyan has nothing, but he is free, and he still has Yetan.

Xuan Ye has everything in this world, but everything except what he wants.

"Son."

Xuan Ye's eyes can be opened to see, and everyone can see.

Then he knew that he was ruthless.

Seeing his pale face, Jianxue couldn't hide her worry, but Xuan Ye walked out of the temple well, proving that neither Tiandao nor the master blamed him.

This made Wu Xue feel relieved.

The temple bell rang three more times.

Jianxue thought of something, and said to Xuan Ye: "Master brought back a boy."

Just like back then, Xuan Ye, the new heir to heaven, was established without warning.

Xuan Ye's face was quiet and indifferent: "I know."

Jianxue's eyes moved slightly: "Yi Ying went to bring someone here. Young master, do you know who this young man is?"

Xuan Ye remained calm: "I don't know."

Jianxue was a bit embarrassed to say it, but she had to let everyone know what she had to say. She whispered, "This boy is... the master's... child."

Jianxue really did not expect that the owner of Yu Luo Xiaotai had been missing for more than 100 years, and now he has returned and has not shown up, but he has a child.

Xuan Ye was also slightly taken aback.

So, the Taoist partner chosen by Master for him is his parent and child?

Yi Ying had already led the opponent across the other side of the square.

Countless Taoist servants scattered to make way.

Jiu Shichen and Fifth Xia also separated to look at the two sides.

The boy was wearing light crimson clothes, and the thin curtain of the bamboo hat concealed his appearance. The faint face under the sun can still be felt, it is a beautiful face.

He walked up to Xuan Ye and stopped, tilting his head slightly.

The wind blows his curtains.

He seemed to be waiting for Xuan Ye to uncover it and see his face.

"Xuan Ye." The young man's clear voice, with undisguised admiration, said, "My name is Sang Xueqing."

"Sang Xueqing?"

Xuan Ye pronounced the name, as if she had known each other before.

"Master said, if you see me, you will definitely like it. Look at my face." The boy's voice was clear and joyful.

Xuan Ye's eyes were quiet, he raised his hand and lifted the translucent curtain.

The boy's face was exposed in the sunlight, like a clear spring and river illuminated by the sun.

Everyone's breath was slightly held, and their pupils were slightly dilated.

Because, the boy's face was extremely beautiful.

Because, this beautiful face is very familiar, reminiscent of a person.

It's just that that person is beautiful and erratic, like the gentle and tired god of the legendary water lake that is about to fall, and this young man is the newborn Qingxi with vigorous vitality.

Even Xuan Ye's fingers trembled slightly.

Sang Xueqing smiled and looked at Xuan Ye confidently, eyes full of joy and fascination.

He knew that he was born beautiful, and he also knew that he would be loved by everyone.

But anyone can tell that he likes Xuan Ye.

However, Xuan Ye's eyes are very cold and quiet, like the wind in early spring, warm and cold at the same time, there is the gentleness that makes people intoxicated by the spring breeze, and the coolness of winter.

He looked at the face in front of him, as if he had figured out the face according to the juvenile version of Ye Tan.

"Sang Xueqing?"

The boy smiled brightly: "Well, it's me."

Sang Xueqing took the initiative to hold Xuan Ye's hand, as if she was holding his belongings.

Because his master, the owner of Yu Luo Xiaotai, said that this person belongs to him.

Xuan Ye broke away from his hand.

Sang Xueqing looked at him in surprise, bewilderment and bewilderment: "You don't want to?"

Jian Xue came back to her senses, and said to Xuan Ye: "My lord, the master said that you will announce the identity of Sang Xueqing yourself."

Xuan Ye: "Announce what?"

Sang Xueqing curled her lips: "Master said, you know what to say."

Xuan Ye nodded, there was no wave on his face, nor the warm and gentle smile he used to have. He looked around, at Biluo Mountain, the Cultivation Continent in the distance, and the supreme authority of Yu Luo Xiaotai.

He knew how to say: "Sang Xueqing is Yu Luo Xiaotai's new heir to heaven."

There was a brief uproar.

Xuan Ye raised her hand to make a seal, and saluted first.

Everyone made seals with their hands and saluted Sang Xueqing.

Only Sang Xueqing, naive and dazed, pouted with some unhappiness.

"Exemption."

Master said, if Xuan Ye is willing, he will be Xuan Ye's Taoist partner, if Xuan Ye is not willing, he will be announced as the new Heavenly Dao Heir.

Sang Xueqing was not surprised, just unhappy.

He doesn't understand or understand, why would someone not like him?

He didn't hide his displeasure, his face was full of joy and anger like a child, he walked in front of Yi Ying with his mouth pouting, and held Yi Ying's hand: "Ying, let's go."

There was no emotion on Jiu Shichen's face.

In the fifth summer, they were young and couldn't hide their troubles. Not long ago, they worshiped Jiu Shichen as their teacher and swore allegiance to Xuan Ye, but the preacher of the way of heaven changed people so hastily?

Moreover, this new heir to heaven, what's the matter with this face?

Wu Pianxian couldn't help swallowing: "It's probably because he ate Yetan."

Pei Ying finally understood why Jiu Shichen looked down on Xuan Ye so much.

Back then, Jiu Shichen had met No. 1 Zi Sang Junyan in the cultivation world, a person who could kill the Mahayana stage with Yuanying cultivation base, how could he be convinced when he saw an innocent idiot taking this person's place.

This Sang Xueqing is worse than the original Xuan Ye, he looks like a spoiled child who wants to be as wind as he is raining as rain.

Even that face was obviously not his own.

However, this matter was announced by Xuan Ye himself, and it was also his first gift, so what else do other people have to say?

They looked at Xuan Ye, who was indifferent and obviously didn't want to talk, and left one after another.

Only the snow is left.

"My lord, why are you bothering?" Yan Xue frowned, "The master has high hopes for you, don't you understand? Sang Xueqing was just prepared for you by the master. Go up the steps to recognize this Taoist companion..."

Xuan Ye: "I don't want to be the preacher of heaven anymore."

He looked at Jianxue: "I can see it, isn't Jianxue happy for me?"

Jianxue: "Of course I'm happy, but..."

Xuan Ye: "If you don't need to be a successor of the way of heaven, you won't be able to follow the path of Zisang Junyan. Isn't this what you have always hoped for?"

Jian Xue has always been afraid of Xuan Ye's step-son Sang Junyan's footsteps, but...

She pursed her lips and frowned: "You are really important to Master, definitely more important than Sang Xueqing."

Xuan Ye didn't smile: "Sang Xueqing, I remember this name."

Jianxue looked at him suspiciously: "How come, have you seen it?"

Xuan Ye smiled: "You've seen it before, and you said to me, 'This kind of ignorant person in the Lingtai, no matter what age he is, is like an immature child. He is born with chaos, without distinction between good and evil, and is most likely to be corroded by turbid air. ', tell me not to be distracted by him."

Qianxue's heart skipped a beat as she remembered.

"He is... Sang Xueqing?"

……

On the red umbrella, the red panda, who was constantly looking for one after another, suddenly rolled over its snow-white belly like a wind blowing wheat waves.

The little panda snorted, touched its belly, and unfolded a scroll of heavenly scriptures with its paws.

It was Zisang Junyan's decree of destiny 800 years ago.

【Hmph, I remembered, the name of the person who backstabbed the master...】

……

Xuan Ye said calmly: "It shouldn't be Sang Xueqing, but Zi Sang Xueqing. He was the one who seriously injured Zi Sang Junyan 800 years ago. However, I don't know if his real identity is a puppet or a puppet. The prince of the Zisang Dynasty."

Jianxue shook her head: "Impossible, the master said, Sang Xueqing is his child. Moreover, no one I met back then had such a face."

But, things are really weird.

She has already remembered everything before the causal line changed, but she couldn't remember the name and appearance of the person who was obsessed with Xuan Ye back then.

Logically speaking, even though that person was just a mortal, after all he seriously injured Zisang Junyan, he would leave some impression.

Back then, since Zisang Junyan became the heir of the Dao of Heaven, he carried out the decrees of the heavenly script everywhere. The little prince of the Zisang royal family he brought along didn't want to suffer with him, so he stayed on Biluo Mountain.

Although this person can't cultivate, he was born in the world of comprehension, and behind him is the Zisang royal family. There are countless ways to prolong his life and keep his skin youthful.

When Xuan Ye came to Biluo Mountain, that little prince had been clinging to him.

Not long after, Zisang Junyan was expelled from the teacher's school, and his status as the heir of the way of heaven was abolished.

The prince didn't respond when he knew about it.

On the day Zisang Junyan bloodbathed Biluoshan, he did not attack the little prince. No one thought that he would follow Zisang Junyan.

Naturally, those monks would not be merciful. When he was in danger, he would call Zisang Junyan, and Zisang Junyan would protect him.

Then, in full view of everyone, he stabbed Zisang Junyan with the back of his knife.

In the memory after the causal line was changed, this person disappeared, and they only remembered Yetan.

In a daze, it seemed that Yetan stabbed Zisang Junyan in the back.

Xuan Ye is very sure: "I didn't see it before, and I am very sensitive to the aura of heaven and earth in people. The only thing I missed is that Zisang Junyan and Zhao Ye are alone, because I have never seen Zhao Ye. But Sang Xueqing, I am sure He is Zi Sang Xueqing."

Qianxue: "Why?"

Xuan Ye: "This person is not a person, he is a real puppet."

Qianxue: "What do you mean?"

Xuan Ye looked towards the temple, and said calmly: "Perhaps you should ask your master, my master, why you say that Sang Xueqing is his child."

Could it be that even the original Zi Sang Xueqing was written by the master of Yu Luo Xiaotai.

The fate of that son Sang Junyan was really written early in the morning.

Now, is it his turn to say goodbye?