Master Mixer [Rebirth]

Above Luochuan, there is a strange mountain called "Sleepless". There are ridges and ridges, ten thousand valleys and thousands of rocks, and monsters are lingering, and monsters and monsters often come and go. No one dared to live within a hundred li, and people in the world often use the word "evil mountain" to call it.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the top of Wumian Mountain. The whole mountain seemed to be shaking. Ten thousand golden rays of light were mixed in the faintly visible black mist, and quickly spewed out all around, light illuminating the whole Night sky. It lasted for a long time before it gradually dimmed, the loud noise also subsided, and the peace of the past on Wuxian Mountain was restored.

"He Qingci, can you surrender?" A cold and non-emotional voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

It was a man who was talking. He stood on the top of the sleepless mountain, standing against the wind. He is dressed in an ink-colored robe, slender and tall, his temples are cut like a knife, his eyebrows are like ink, his cheeks are as cold as frost and snow, he wears a gold-rimmed black jade hair crown, and his long black hair is meticulously tied to the back of his head. Floating gently in the breeze, the whole person reveals a capable and indifferent temperament.

What's more peculiar is that the man's whole body was actually hovering with a few traces of black energy, slowly winding up, coupled with his strange pair of red pupils, looking like a monster, like a demon, not discerning good or evil.

About ten meters away from the man, a man in Tsing Yi was kneeling on one knee at this time, with one hand sticking to the ground, barely supporting his shaky body, while the other hand was wiping off the dripping blood from the corner of his mouth.

After a long time, the man in Tsing Yi just raised his mouth and sneered and replied: "Sang Wusheng, since you have the heart to take my life, why bother to talk nonsense? My He Qingci was defeated by you today. Listen to it."

The man called Sang Wusheng stretched out his long sword and pointed at He Qingci, his eyes still cold and merciless: "I only ask you one thing. Thirteen years ago, the day Fai'er was killed by you , She has the soul-locking flag that I gave to her. It shouldn’t have been fascinated by reason. Why did she find only one corpse when she found it?”

He Qingci laughed loudly when he heard the words, a vicious flash flashed in his eyes, looked at Sang Wusheng coldly, and said viciously: "The soul-locking flag has been thrown into the endless abyss by me. You want to find the soul-locking flag. The resurrection flower fades? It's just a dream!"

A cold light flashed in Sang Wusheng's eyes, and his monstrous anger suddenly turned into a powerful air pressure and rushed towards He Qingci. Almost in an instant, He Qingci was bounced onto a huge rock five meters away. The violent impact combined with a strong murderous intent caused He Qingci to suffer serious internal injuries and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sang Wusheng said coldly: "Where is it? If you say it, I will spare you not to die."

He Qingci climbed up from the ground, holding on to his crumbling body, but still said coldly: "The endless abyss, there is no return. What, is it that you are scared and dare not go down and retrieve the soul-locking flag?"

Sang Wusheng’s patience seemed to have reached its limit. He raised his hand and injected the surging spiritual energy into the ancient weapon-Qingli Shenjian, and smiled coldly: "Since you want to die so much, I will do it. you."

After that, the long sword in his hand rushed straight into the sky with a "sizzle", instantly turning into hundreds of identical long swords. These long swords revolve at high speed in the sky, and a little golden light illuminates the entire night sky, looking like an aurora from a distance.

The beasts and monsters on the Sleepless Mountain rushed out of the dense forest, but they didn't dare to get too close, they only dared to watch this rare wonder from a distance.

Seeing this, He Qingci knew that he must have lost his soul today. He laughed bitterly, then closed his eyes and waited for the moment when Qing Lijian pierced his body.

"Qing is out of the body, he will fall for thousands of miles, and his soul will disperse."

Vaguely, He Qingci remembered Sang Wusheng telling him this way. It's just that the two were still brothers in the same discipline at the time, but today they have become enemies, and they are really fate.

Sang Wusheng stretched out his hand and lifted it gently, and countless Qingli swords quickly flew towards He Qingci. In the blink of an eye, He Qingci was covered by light, and it gradually dissipated after a long time. But the place where He Qingci was just now was empty, only a few traces of black air were swaying with the wind, as if it had just disappeared in place.

Sang Wusheng looked at the person who had disappeared in front of him for a long time, and his pair of red pupils had also recovered their black jade-like color.

At this moment, a beautiful woman in red walked up to Yingying and said softly: "Majesty, then He Qingci has been put down, when will he return to the immortal world?"

Sang Wusheng retracted his gaze, his eyes were as calm as water, and he replied, "Let's go now."

The red girl answered yes, and respectfully followed Sang Wusheng. The two of them walked towards the west with the sword, and soon disappeared into the night.

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However, what Sang Wusheng could not predict was that in another space, He Qingci, who was supposed to have died under Qingli Sword, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

He Qingci looked around blankly, but he was a little puzzled for a while. Didn't he die in Sang Wusheng's hands long ago? Why are you now in a cold pool?

The water in this cold pool was glowing with blue light, icy, and the sound of gurgling water came from one side. He Qingci raised his eyes and saw that it turned out to be a small stream coming from the west, continuously pouring water into the cold pool. Although this water was a little strange, it unexpectedly relieved the sword wounds pierced by Qingli Sword, and restrained the devil qi that kept running around in the body. It was a bit stronger than a panacea.

"You are awake." A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind.

He Qingci's pupils tightened and he looked behind him vigilantly.

I saw a man in a light blue robe, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows moist as jade, and he was looking at him with a smile at the moment.

He Qingci said vigilantly: "Who are you? Why do you save me?"

The man still looked calm, his lips opened slightly, and he said, "You can call me Ze Yu."

He Qingci pondered for a moment, a little surprised in his heart, and asked tentatively: "Are you... the last immortal emperor?"

The man nodded slightly, and then smiled: "It hasn't been a long time since anyone called me like this."

He Qingci hesitated and said, "I don't know why Immortal Emperor wants to save me?"

Ze Yu took two steps forward, sat down on a smooth stone bench, and said, "You used to have excellent wisdom roots, and have a fairy relationship, but when you were young, you were harmed by your stepmother and destroyed your spiritual roots. Over time, the demon became heavy, and then gradually went astray. Later, although he got the chance, he worshipped the demon as a teacher, killing and killing people all the year round, just to rebuild the spiritual roots, isn't it?"

He Qingci calmly looked at Ze Yu and said, "Yes."

Ze Yu sighed softly and said, "Although you have accumulated a lot of bad debts, you have saved tens of thousands of people in the human world because you had a good intention when you were young, and you are the next person who is in the human world. The immortal emperor also happened to be among them. The common people set up merit monuments for you, calling you the saint of salvation, and bowed down by the incense of salvation all the year round. The immortal emperor also successfully survived the calamity and was able to fly into the immortal world as soon as possible. The accomplishment is far greater than that. Over, therefore, your soul has not yet come to extinction. If you can let go of your demons, concentrate on practicing, and accumulate more good karma, you can fly into the fairy world and become a happy fairy in the future."

He Qing couldn’t help but sneer when he heard the words: “All the sufferings I have suffered for hundreds of years have already made my heart demon deep. In the most desperate times, no one can pull me out of the sea of ​​suffering. How can you let it go easily? This life should never rise again."

Ze Yu smiled slightly, and said: "The past is full of clouds and smoke, why should you be in the dark, but you don't see the sun? Everything comes from a different state of mind."

He Qingci sneered: "If it's as simple as you said, why not try another person, if you have suffered as much as me since childhood, but can still be proud of the world, then it is all my fault. He Qingci will definitely devote himself to cultivating from now on, and is dedicated to benevolence. Will you dare to make a bet with me?"

Ze Yu was silent for a moment, with a warm smile on his eyebrows: "If that's the case, why not gamble with you?"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, pinched his fingers lightly, and said after a moment: "You have a strange life, it is rare in the world. There is only one person in this world that matches you."

He Qingci was a little interested and asked, "Who is he?"

Ze Yu said: "This person's name is Lu Ming. He is from the Chinese nation and comes from the human world. On the seventh day of July, Lu Ming will have a catastrophe, and he is in danger. Let him complete the gambling game for you and me."

Ze Yu paused, and said to a black-clothed man behind him: "Chu Ji, you will take care of this. You can let him know everything about He Qingci himself, but he can't let him know about our bet. ."

The black-clothed man nodded and said yes, and took out a mirror from Qiankun's bag. The magic mirror is engraved with Taiyi mysterious patterns, and the mirror body is made of black sandalwood. The black-clothed man chanted a serial artifice, and the magic mirror emitted a strong golden luster. After the light slowly extinguished, the black-clothed man disappeared in place.

He Qingci couldn't help asking: "Could this be one of the ten ancient artifacts, Kunlun mirror?"

Ze Yu nodded and said, "It's the Kunlun Mirror. It can see any person and any thing in the great world, and it can even communicate with the two realms of heaven and man. It has the power to break the gap of time."

He Qing resigned, but I don't know why, but the inner heart that should have been so ashamed actually had some expectation. If this person can really change the original trajectory, avoid the fate of being scattered, and instead live in the world, and eventually rise to the immortal world, is it not a kind of redemption for himself?

If he still can't avoid this ending, but like him, he falls into the dark abyss that he can't escape from forever, letting the inner demon control everything and do so many evil things, then where should he go?

Ze Yu saw He Qingci frowning and frowning. His eyes were obscure and inexplicable, and he couldn't help sighing softly.

But at this moment, in another distant time and space, a slender and handsome man is standing in front of the huge French window, shaking the wine in the glass, looking at the neon outside the window, a little in a daze, without feeling the slightest danger. It is about to approach, and I don't know what an unimaginable situation will be greeted by him in the future.