Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

During the Tianshu period, it snowed heavily in Mianzhou.

For no reason, the sea was covered with snow for [-] miles, all the way to the northern region of Canglang.

***

It's too cold here, the stagnant water is covered with thin ice.

Wu Xingxue was standing on the dead tree in the water, washing the blood from his hands.

Those hands were thin and white, without a trace of fireworks, as if they had only teased the birds of Yao Palace and the flowers of Xiandu.

But not long ago, those two fingers tore off several heads.

So he washed it carefully, and didn't intend to speak, so the people waiting on the shore dared not speak.

After holding their breath for a long time, they finally waited for a word.

"What year is this?" Wu Xingxue asked.

The voice came through the vast water, a little fuzzy.

The people on the shore reacted for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Tianshu has 25 years."

Wu Xingxue sniffed the fingers that had been sniffed and washed, and finally turned to look over: "Tianshu?"

"Yes, Tianshu."

"Tianshu..." Wu Xingxue softly repeated the unfamiliar year name.

The person who answered hurriedly said, "It was changed by the Hundred Families of the Immortal Gate."

"Oh."

Wu Xingxue lowered his hands, and during his movements, there was a soft clang of metal and stone rubbing against each other.

...like chains.

Several people on the bank reacted greatly to the sound, and their scalps were all numb.

They looked carefully at the people in the water.

Wu Xingxue was dressed in pale blue plain clothes, almost melting into the cold mist.

But whether it was the wrist between the sleeves or the exposed ankle bone from the bare foot, they were all pale and clean, with no trace of chains.

But the clang is real.

Someone murmured softly: "This voice is—"

"Shh! Crazy? You're the only one who talks face to face? Don't drag us to death!"

The person who interrupted was afraid of being heard by the person in the water, so he only dared to use his breath to reprimand him.

Too bad it was still heard.

"What is it?" Wu Xingxue asked, "Don't stop, keep talking."

The people on the shore were breathless, swallowed their saliva, and shook their fingers hanging by their sides very lightly: "No...no! We...we didn't say anything, really didn't say anything."

Everyone knows that Canglang Northern Territory is a more frightening place than the Devil's Cave.

The sprites in the world are not afraid of retribution or immortals and Buddhas, but they are afraid of dying here.

The evil spirits imprisoned here will be nailed with heavy locks.If you can't see it, you can't understand it, and you will be held accountable on behalf of the heavens.It can be as short as a day or as long as a year. The evil spirits who are nailed must be tortured unbearably, and their souls will be scattered, and their souls and flesh will be destroyed.

Therefore, the Canglang Northern Territory has been suspended above the Unprovoked Sea for three years, only entering and exiting.

Except for the devil Wu Xingxue.

He is the only one still alive after being locked here for 25 years.

Such a demon, now wearing an invisible chain, said softly, "What is this clang, tell me." Who dares to really answer?

Dead silence slowly diffused in the cold fog.

The people on the shore glanced cautiously, and saw Wu Xingxue staring at them with tilted head, not saying a word.Immediately cold from head to toe.

It’s over.

This cloudy Lord has begun again.

Everyone said.

In fact, this well-known devil does not look scary.On the contrary, he was born with a dignified appearance, his voice was very pleasant, and his appearance was also very good-looking, especially his eyebrows and eyes.

The tails of his eyes were slightly downturned, and when viewed from above, they looked like ink that had just melted in a cold pool.

But so what?

Not to mention these evil generals under his command, even the Twelve Immortals of Lingtai back then, he would kill as soon as he said it.Who can not be afraid?

He speaks, afraid.

He didn't speak, and he was also afraid.

If you tilt your head like this again, it will be even more damning!

Everyone was dripping with cold sweat.

After a while, the person who said the wrong thing first shook his whole body, and couldn't help but say: "City Master, City Master, I was wrong. It was me who said what I said, I shouldn't have picked up the lock... 啐! Anyway, I shouldn't! I really, I really—”

He wiped a bloodstain on his mouth, and was about to curse and swear.

I heard Wu Xingxue say: "Where did you go wrong, I don't understand."

"..."

"Also, you call me the city lord?"

"..."

Grass.

What's wrong with you, you can't call the word city lord?

The few people on the shore went crazy under repeated questioning.

But what they didn't know was that the one on the tree had actually collapsed long ago——

Wu Xingxue's face was calm, but her heart was full of waves.There are only four characters in his thoughts: how could this be so!

He just fell asleep, why did he get on someone else's body? ? ?

A moment ago, he was still a prince and dignitary in the capital.Just put down the jade spirit wine on the Qushui banquet, put on a big cloak and go back to the house.

The magpies have not stopped snowing for two days, and the road is a bit difficult to walk.He is tall, and the boy's umbrella is struggling to hold up, and it is crooked.

He couldn't see it, so he took the umbrella and opened it himself, and then put the jade hand stove in his sleeve over.The boy was flattered all the way.

The people in the mansion had already arranged Mrs. Tang in the room, and it was so warm that he felt sleepy when he entered the door.

He remembered that he picked up a volume of folk tales and leaned on the side of the couch to read them.

Outside the window, a winter sparrow landed on the flower bell, clanging loudly.

He listened, watched, and somehow fell asleep with his head propped up...

When he was awakened by the noisy human voice, and then opened his eyes, he found himself in this ghost place——

Surrounded by the vast water surface, the sky was full of fog.

In the middle of the water there is only one dead tree standing alone.The shadows under the water are all bluish-white short branches.

At first, he thought it was the white coral that had been popular for a while.A closer look reveals that they are all human arms.

It's all human arms...

And he was standing on the branch of a dead tree that would break at any time, with bare feet and no fulcrum.

……

And the wind blows him.

Still shaking.

Still bloody.

God knows how much he wanted to curse at that moment.

The people in the poems, books and stories are all "suddenly dreaming about youth" when they close their eyes, but when it comes to him, "ghost upper body" comes out.

Oh, wrong.

It's his ghost body.

Thanks to those snarky people on the shore, he figured out the most important points before he had time to say the wrong thing——

This ghostly place is called the Canglang Northern Territory, and it's the place where the devils are held prisoner.

He is the locked devil.

The few on the bank seemed to be his former subordinates. When one of them broke in, he still dragged half of the bloody corpse in his hand, and kicked it into the water expressionlessly.

It can be seen that there is no good class.

Surrounded by such people, can he say "I am not the original owner"?

Having said that, those fearful subordinates might change their face on the spot, tear him in two, and throw him into this pool of stagnant water.

So he had no choice but to think about what to say to them while washing the blood on his hands.

As a result, it took a long time to set up, "I was wrong, the lord", "Shut up, the lord" and "speech".

It's dying.

***

He was thinking in his mind when he suddenly heard a noise.

It's a bit difficult to distinguish through the thick iron-like mountain wall, but at first glance, I can only feel that there are countless people surrounded by swords.

There are also human words mixed in, and words such as "what are you waiting for" and "that devil" can be vaguely heard.

Before the words fell, there was a loud clang.The broken black iron and black stones rolled down one after another, and the gloomy and boundless cold pool shook violently like an earthquake——

Wu Xingxue held on to the nearest branch.

"..."

The men on the bank were listening to the movement outside the mountain wall, their brows were furrowed, and their faces were ugly.

"That doesn't sound good."

"It is estimated that all the families of Xianmen have come."

"It is inevitable that they will come. Haven't they always taken the Canglang Northern Territory as their destiny?"

"How do you say that, the last place in the world that can deter demons and filth, shouldn't be your life."

"Ha, so what, it's not the end of the list."

Boom!

Another sound, the mountain wall is still like cast iron, but the tremor is getting stronger and stronger.

"No, according to this posture, they will come in soon! City Lord, let's—" The subordinates turned their heads and paused.

Wu Xingxue lowered his eyes, holding a piece of dead branch between his fingers.

Subordinate: "?"

"What are we talking about?" Wu Xingxue seemed to be just playing around, lost interest after looking at it for a while, and threw it into the water casually.

The subordinates stared at the dead branch quietly floating on the water, all with apprehensive expressions.

After all, everyone in the world knows that everything that passes through the hands of this great devil, even a drop of water, is worth fearing.

"Let's..." The subordinate licked his dry lips, but still couldn't help but glance at the branches, "We have to get out of here quickly."

"That's right, City Lord. The Canglang Northern Territory has had a sudden vision in the past two days, and the rumors in the world say that it is exhausted. Fearing that this place will collapse, they naturally couldn't sit still, and they all came here without stopping."

Half of it is trying to save.

Half of it was because he was afraid that the devil locked inside was still alive.

In this case, if the two sides meet, it will be a tough battle.The few people under his command felt a headache when they thought about it.

They were about to urge them, when Wu Xingxue said again: "So you are in such a hurry, can't you beat me?"

Subordinate: "..."

That must not nod.

"City Master, those disciples from the Immortal Sect outside are not worth mentioning at all," said the oldest one.

The people around him were silent for two seconds, then turned to stare at him: "?"

"It's the Canglang Northern Territory itself." He glanced around, "It is said that there has been a vision here for several days, and the aura of the offering is exhausted. The words should be true, otherwise we would not be able to enter here alone. It's just this The place, after all, was managed by that...that Tianxiu Shangxian."

He said the words "Tianxiu Shangxian" quickly and vaguely, but he was still elbowed by the people around him.

"He died together with Xiandu, do you have to ask in front of the city lord?!" They sneaked a glance at Wu Xingxue through the vast distance of the water bank, their voices almost inaudible.

"..."

Wu Xingxue said in her heart that it was coming again, with this pale but tacit expression again.

That Tianxiu Shangxian and me, no, does he have any secrets with my original body?Look at me like that.

Wu Xingxue really wanted that subordinate to continue to mention it, so as to understand the whole story.

But due to his status, he had no choice but to give up.

He is not the original owner who was imprisoned here, so he cannot give other reactions.He could only listen to that strange name, silently, indifferent.

The subordinate glanced at him again: "In short, in short, although that person has died long ago, there may be some leftover tricks left by him in this ghost place, it would be bad to be caught."

"Too."

"So City Lord, let's go!"

Their tone was anxious and earnest, almost earnest.

Their city lord also thinks it makes sense, so they can nod and agree.

But the city lord has a more pressing problem right now.

Let me ask, how can he get someone to get him off the branch without compromising his identity as the devil?

Wu Xingxue glanced at the deep pool under his feet, and then at the shore.

Those subordinates looked at him eagerly, waiting for an order.

He thought for a moment and raised his hand.With a slightly curved index finger, he picked among the few people on the shore, and clicked on one that was relatively pleasing to the eye.

"Come here." His voice was still calm.

The person who was hit trembled and froze there without knowing it.

"I?"

"Ah."

"City lord, did I say the wrong thing again? I didn't speak just now."

Wu Xingxue: "..."

cowardly.

"Come here." He repeated softly, lowering his pointing hand.

During the movement, those invisible chains clanged again.

The one who was hit didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he braced himself and stepped into the pool of stagnant water, one step at a time.In just a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the dead tree.

"City Lord."

Just as he was about to land on the tree, he heard a loud noise!

Countless invisible sword qi came from all directions, carrying the chill of the snow-covered [-] li in the northern region of Canglang.

The hand he stretched out to Wu Xingxue instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, and he was thrown back to the shore heavily.

In an instant, there was a huge formation in the cold pool, and the waves turned the sky.

Wu Xingxue only felt that Ling Lie's sword intent was coming towards him, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he saw a golden king lotus blooming at his feet, enough to envelop the entire Canglang North Prison.

He saw a phantom holding a huge sword in the blinding snow foam and golden remnants.

The man was tall, with three black mourning nails nailed on the earbone of his right ear, sharp and fierce, but his face was like a crown jade.Like the sky wind with the smell of cold iron on the unprovoked sea.

He turned his head to look at Wu Xingxue in the emptiness of the wind, and there was a golden seal looming at the place where his ears connected to the muscles and bones of his neck.

That is a "free" word.

Everyone in the world knows that Xiao Fuxuan, the Celestial Immortal of Tianxiu, received the word "Mian" from heaven.

Forgiveness, forgiveness, all crimes will be eliminated.

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I'm here again!Wuxingxueshou, don't stand against me~