Chasing the Immortal Road

Chapter 53 Hao Jun
Boundless anger rushed in like a flood that opened the gate, climbing to every cell in her body, and overshadowing her fear of facing the strong.

If eyes can kill, Yun Qingluo believes that he has cut the person in front of him countless times.

However, the gray figure didn't care about her Lingchi-like gaze at all, nor her heroic integrity.

It's just that he humiliated her severely again with his actions.

Amidst the dust, Yun Qingluo looked at the gray shadow that was fading away, and a mouthful of old blood spewed out from his throat again.

This time, she was angry.

According to the inexplicable memory in her mind, the general fighting method has developed to this stage, and the winner will make a series of soul-stirring speeches.

Or ask the loser angrily if he remembers what he did in a certain year and a certain month, showing the joy of revenge in the end;

Or count the sins of the losers in the past, embodying the chivalry of doing justice for the sky;

Or step on the loser and look up to the sky and laugh wildly, laughing at the arrogance of the once arrogant and downcast.
Now, Yun Qingluo, as a loser who could be trampled underfoot, did not "enjoy" these treatments, and the other party was speechless, leaving only the back of her as an outsider.

Having such thoughts is not because Yun Qingluo is a jerk, she just feels that she has received great insult and injury, both physically and psychologically.

In the plausible and false memories in her mind, it seems that she has never done any heinous things. This fight was inexplicable, and the winner did not leave even a word of explanation.

For the gray figure, this duel and the final victory seemed to be a piece of cake, and destroying her dantian and abolishing her cultivation seemed to be done casually.

It's like when you are walking on the road and suddenly see an ant, it doesn't block your way, and it doesn't intend to bite you, you want to trample it to death, so you send it to the west.

That's all, for no reason, an understatement.

This series of mysterious operations by the gray figure made Yun Qingluo feel that she was the ant.

But from being confused to being confused, from being angry to being angry, she had temporarily regained her life.

As long as there is life, there is hope.

As long as you live, you can take revenge.

The fight just now was quite noisy, but now that her cultivation base has been crippled, if other people come looking for the sound, she may really die.

Enduring the great pain in her body, Yun Qingluo stood up little by little, and made another gesture with her left hand habitually, but this time, she couldn't summon her own sword.

That's right, now that my cultivation base has been abolished and I am no different from ordinary people, how can I still retain any monk skills.

Thinking of this, Yun Qingluo gave a self-deprecating wry smile, and then began to search around.

Finally, after some searching, she found her sword under a pile of rubble.However, the gray figure was strong, but it only resisted slightly. The blade was already full of cracks, and it was no longer as sharp and majestic as before.

Green onion and blood fingers gently caressed the blade of the sword, Yun Qingluo felt extremely distressed, in her existing memory, she didn't know the name of the sword, but it was always with her.

Now, it too was mortally wounded like itself.

"Now, I only have you."

Yun Qingluo murmured in a low voice, and then, holding the sword full of cracks, she struggled to leave the place that made her fall from a golden core monk to a mortal.

The evening wind was bleak, and the orange sunset light shone on her emaciated and downcast body, making her feel endlessly desolate.

In the sky, under the yellow sand, in the stone cave, a three-foot long sword surrounded by red light hangs in the air. Beside it, a gray-haired old man caresses his long beard and looks at the sword with a serious expression. The picture in the water mirror ahead.

Under the water mirror, Yun Qingluo frowned tightly, with a painful expression, and large beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks.

In the water mirror, a broken body with a long sword full of cracks on its back, walked through the mountains and rivers for four seasons, suffered ridicule and insults, escaped countless catastrophes, but still lived tenaciously, weak and unwilling like an ant.

To live, to find the opportunity to repair again; to live, to repair the crack in the sword; to live, to live for the obsession that even she can't explain...

The long drought finally meets the rain. After surviving an unknown number of days and nights, after escaping an unknown number of life-and-death crises, everything finally ushered in a turning point.

After escaping from the dead, Yun Qingluo strayed into a secret place, and ran into a great master in the world of immortality, who could help her reshape her dantian and practice again, and the price was to hand over her sword to the other party and become the other party's one. A formation eye of the spirit orchard formation.

One picture after another continued to evolve in the eyes of the old man, and his expression became more and more solemn. Looking at the choice made by the person in the water mirror, the long sword on the side trembled slightly, and the lingering red light seemed to freeze for a moment. .

In the dark and closed space, facing the blurred figure in front of her eyes, Yun Qingluo brushed her fingers over the long sword. The cracks on the sword body were much deeper than before. The existence of great powers in the world of cultivating immortals does have the ability to enable her to practice again without endangering her life.

Her choice is: hand over the long sword to the person in front of her, and regain the opportunity to practice herself.Or, keep the long sword and continue the life of being bullied and hopeless.

"Senior, junior, if you take the liberty of using the sword as an eye, can you exchange it back in the future?" Yun Qingluo saluted respectfully and asked.

"No!"

"Senior, how long can it exist as the eye of your formation?" She asked again, with a tone of tension that she didn't realize.

"It depends on how long it lasts, but it will only turn into dust in the end!" It was Da Neng who answered her this time with a sneer.

After a while, Da Neng said again: "Why hesitate? It's useless for you to keep it. Giving it to me can be regarded as giving full play to its last bit of value, and you will also have the opportunity to climb the sky again!" The voice carried With endless bewitching intentions.

Taking a broken weapon in exchange for a chance to practice again, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is undoubtedly the best choice.Of course, if Yun Qingluo chooses to do this, she will personally send her partner who has been with her through the ages to the grave!But if not, she is going to the grave with her partner!
She lowered her head and remained silent, still caressing the blade of the sword, recalling the bits and pieces she had walked with this partner. In the hazy but real memory, it accompanied her through glory, and also accompanied her to fall. Into the dust, trampled upon... Without it, Yun Qingluo wondered if she would be able to survive these gloomy days.However, if they kept it, they would still have to live countless hopeless lives together. In the end, one would become a piece of loess, and the other would become a pile of scrap iron.

While she was hesitating, the atmosphere in the cave became more and more serious. The old man held his breath, not sure if he could find a good partner for his carefully crafted treasure before he disappeared.

For a long time, as if a century had passed, countless emotions flashed in Yun Qingluo's eyes, pride, happiness, sadness, guilt...
"Have you decided? I don't have that much time to waste with you!" The coercive voice sounded again, showing obvious impatience.

(End of this chapter)