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Chapter 113 Wen Muyue - Changing Fate against the Heavens, Ending in a Dream (Extra)

Immortal Venerable Fantasy has fallen.

This news quickly spread throughout the cultivation world in a short period of time. The fall of an immortal is not a small matter, not to mention the fall of two immortals in just one month, one is the soul of the soul, and the other is the immortal. One is Immortal Venerable Fantasy.

There is an ancestral hall in the Longevity Sect, which enshrines the life tablet of the head of the elder. Among them is Shen Meng's life tablet. The sleeping Shen Meng also turned gray and dull.

The head of the Longevity Sect looked terrified, and was just about to pick up the shattered life card on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind and a lingering aura from behind, as if someone had instantly appeared in the center hall of the Longevity Sect.

"You don't deserve to touch it." Wen Muyue's voice.

The head of the Longevity Sect was shocked. Looking back, he was stunned in place. How should I put it, the original Wen Muyue looked gentle and smiling, like a gentle son with a handsome appearance , Gentle breath, I don't know how many girls' hearts they captured at that time.

Even if the several major sects united to send power to Xu Yingfeng, Wen Muyue at that time only seemed a bit shady.

But now, the Wen Muyue who appeared in front of her eyes was completely different.

Wearing a black robe, his face was cold, without a half smile, his eyes were indifferent, gloomy and terrifying, his black hair was tied up with a white ribbon, and he held a sword in his hand.

That is Shen Meng's accompanying sword, which has accompanied Shen Meng for thousands of years. The name of the saber is Huanmeng, which is the same as her title. Shen Meng rarely uses it. Now this sword appears in Wen Muyue's hands.

"You...what do you want to do." The head of the Longevity Sect's throat constricted for a while, his voice trembling slightly.

"Master forgive you, but I don't want to." Wen Muyue said in a leisurely voice. He squatted down and broke the ground into several pieces of broken jade, carefully put them away, and controlled himself not to tremble. .

He didn't believe it, after all, he didn't want to believe it.

But seeing this fate card, you have to believe it after all.

Master is dead.

"At that time, we also had no choice but to forgive us. Think about it, your master has guarded our Longevity Sect for thousands of years, so he definitely doesn't want to see you like this." The head of the Longevity Sect said.

"But Master is dead." Hearing the words of the head of the Longevity Sect, Wen Muyue slowly raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

It turned out that these people also knew that the master had protected their sect for thousands of years, so they knew it, so they abandoned the person who had protected them for thousands of years without hesitation.

It's ridiculous, is this the person guarded by Master?
"What do you want...I can give it to you! Wen Muyue!" The headmaster panicked when he heard Wen Muyue's words. After living for so many years, who wants to die?
"I want Master, can you give it to me?" Wen Muyue heard the headmaster's words, raised the sword in his hand, and pointed it at the headmaster's neck.

Hearing Wen Muyue's words, the head fell silent, he couldn't.

It was only in a short moment that the head of the sect moved, followed by the elders of the sect lurking around, all of them bursting into flames, and all the spells in their hands greeted Wen Muyue, endlessly, endlessly. No mercy.

It's just that no matter how powerful they are, they are not as powerful as Wen Muyue. Wen Muyue just snapped his fingers, pinched the formula in his hand, and pretended to be an ice dragon, and directly swallowed their spells. These elders and heads fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Wen Muyue didn't even blink her eyes, just like what he said back then.

If the master dared to die, he would ask all the people from these sects to be buried with him to accompany the master.

With the sword in hand, the group of unattainable cultivators in front of them are like fragile mortals, and they are slaughtered in front of Wen Muyue.

"Wen Muyue, you... you have committed so many murders, you will die in a bad way in the future." The leader opened his eyes angrily, and died.

The other elders are no exception.

"How can I get you to stop? Let me go, I was just obsessed with ghosts at the time. I will give you all my savings, elixir, and celestial artifacts over the years." An elder stretched out his hand tremblingly, his face turning pale.

When Wen Muyue heard his words, she didn't know what to think, she stopped, her voice was flat.

"Shen Meng." After reading these two words, he left immediately.

Wen Muyue used to have Shen Mengzai, so he would obediently restrain himself, be docile and obedient, and Shen Meng was the curse seal that suppressed the demon in his heart.

Now that it's gone, no one can hold him down anymore.

In a short period of time, Wen Muyue was stained with blood debts, with a fierce reputation, and a bloody aura. He seemed to remember clearly, and Shen Meng's revenge was clearly remembered. No one could escape from his palm.

As if trying hard to turn the world upside down, expecting someone in white to scold him, traitor.

Everyone knows that only Shen Meng can calm down what Wen Muyue said.

But in this world, where is Shen Meng?

"Don't kill me, Wen Muyue..." Xu Jinger looked at Wen Muyue in front of her with a pale face. Xu Jinger was very smart. She hid in a place where Wen Muyue was unlikely to appear, the Liuli Palace where Shen Meng often lived. .

"Look, you have killed my master with your own hands. I understand how you feel. We are in the same pain. Can you spare me?" Xu Jinger asked, trying hard to let Wen Muyue let her go, but Wen Muyue let her go. Mutsuki remained unmoved.

He just pinched Xu Jing'er's throat lightly, full of evil spirits, and his eyes were as indifferent as death.

"You dirty Master's bed." Wen Muyue said.

"Ahem...Wen Muyue, don't be crazy! Do you understand that Shen Meng is dead, and she won't come back no matter how much you make a fuss about it. A person who has performed the technique of bringing the dead back to life will be scattered after death and will not enter reincarnation. , you create another karma, and just wait to die." Xu Jinger spoke, reminding Wen Muyue, hoping that Wen Muyue would consider his own path of cultivation.

But he didn't know what was going on here, that sentence stimulated Wen Muyue, he directly shattered Xu Jinger's Nascent Soul, abolished Xu Jinger's cultivation base, and threw Xu Jinger out.

Sitting on Shen Meng's bed in a daze, his eyes were in a trance.

It is better to reincarnate than to lose your soul.

Yes, those people can still reincarnate after death, but what about his master?
— Pata

Suddenly a book fell to the ground, and the sound caught Wen Muyue's attention. He looked at the book, which had no name, and had been flipped through many times. The page that happened to be turned now was the art of resurrection.

What is recorded above is the forbidden technique of immortals after ascension to the immortal world, which is not at the same level as those in the cultivation world. Immortals can destroy the world with every gesture, and they can also create real life. This is the art of bringing the dead back to life. Bringing the dead back to life, even the soul-stirred people, can reverse time and come back to life, but the price is very high, it is their own immortal body and eternal life.

Wen Muyue's eyes, which were originally as gray as death, lit up a little for a moment, and she picked up the book almost cautiously.

As if embracing the most precious thing in this life.

……

After that, Wen Muyue disappeared, and no one knew where Wen Muyue went, but a hundred years later, there was a huge noise from the mountain peak of the Changsheng sect's ruins, which was the movement of crossing the catastrophe and ascending.

The person illuminated by the light is none other than Wen Muyue.

In the past few years, Wen Muyue seemed to have washed away the evil spirit of blood in her body, and now she was sitting in place, bit by bit receiving the guiding light, and ascended to the fairy world.

The days of Wen Muyue's cultivation are not long, and this speed can be said to be extremely terrifying. Everyone in the cultivation world looked at Wen Muyue one after another, and finally watched Wen Muyue's great achievements and disappeared into the sky.

The first thing Wen Muyue did when he came to the Immortal World was to try to use the well-known art of bringing the dead back to life, but no matter what he did, there was no response until Wen Muyue asked an immortal.

"No, even if we are immortals, it is impossible to control life and death. Life and death are destined. We can indeed create new life for the lower world, but there is absolutely no way to kill the dead, even the dead. People who have lost their souls for a hundred years are resurrected." The immortal said, shaking his head and rejecting the forbidden technique in Wen Muyue's hands.

"After becoming an immortal, you will have eternal life. Why should you be obsessed with these things?" The immortal beside him said, seeing that Wen Muyue's expression was not right, he turned and left.

In just a moment, Wen Muyue understood.

What kind of immortal's art of bringing the dead back to life.

"Master, you lied to me again." Wen Muyue took out the coffin hidden in the Glazed Palace of Immortal Artifacts. It was made of spirit crystals, which can store any items, and can also be completely transparent to see the coffin inside the crystal coffin. everything.

A woman can lie in the crystal coffin. In her palm is a branch of peach blossom. The peach blossom on it is still in full bloom. There is a rabbit lantern at her feet. It seems that time has been frozen on her body, and it seems that these hundred years have never existed.

A hundred years is too long, so long that Wen Muyue can no longer remember the temperature of Master's palm.

He leaned against the crystal coffin, trembling hands, carefully removed the lid, the woman still maintained her original appearance, lifelike, but... when Wen Muyue reached out to touch, the woman lying in the crystal coffin was actually Like powder, it disappears instantly.

A hundred years is too long, too long to preserve a body.

Wen Muyue lowered her eyes slowly, with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with sadness, she took the sword Huanmeng that she had been wearing close to her body, inserted it into her heart, crushed her immortal soul with her own hands, and let her soul fly away.

Eternal life, too long.

He doesn't want eternal life, he just wants... Master.

"Master..." Wen Muyue lay beside the crystal coffin, whispering in a low voice, with a gentle face, just like in front of Shen Meng, with strong obsession in his eyes.

Go against the sky and change your fate, it will end up as a dream.

He... doesn't want anything.

　Merge of three chapters~big fat chapter~
　　
　
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