Chapter 311: Mutual Secret Crush
"Is this the end?"
Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan curiously raised his eyes, looking at the beautiful and somewhat mischievous monk in front of him.
"A monk?"
The monk squinted, his azure hair swirling around in the wind, with the fiery red sunset reflected behind him.
He extended his hand, and a rotating Dharma Wheel appeared behind his back, shining brightly like the sun.
In an instant, the surroundings quickly darkened, as if the Dharma Wheel behind Miaofa had swallowed all the light, leaving only a glimmer in the spot where he stood.
After uttering the words, "Quick, go as far away as possible with the others," Miaofa no longer glanced at Qiao Wan and her companions. He opened his cold and sharp phoenix eyes, staring directly at the man in front of him.
Dark blue twisted across the stern face of the monk like a snake, and in an instant, three eyes appeared on his forehead, with six hands.
Approaching step by step like a world-ending deity, he vigorously spun the Dharma Wheel behind him!! With each step, a strong scent of incense and a gust of wind accompanied the holy light.
Watching the scene in front of him, Xiao Boyang felt a quick trembling sensation on his scalp. Without hesitation, he quickly grabbed Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing to pull them back.
The eyes of Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan finally lit up with excitement.
He adjusted his clothes and smiled, saying, "A murderous monk?"
"This is what the cultivation world specifically uses to deal with me?"
Venerable One Miaofa's expression remained indifferent, but suddenly, his third eye opened and shot out a large ball of scorching flames, turning the path ahead into ashes!
Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then she opened her mouth and finally regained her clarity, loudly warning, "Senior, he doesn't know any spatial spells! He's just fast!"
The faster an object with mass moves, the more its kinetic energy increases, and the greater its potential energy becomes. As it approaches the speed of light, its relativistic mass becomes much larger than its rest mass.
Why is the opponent so powerful? It's because he can accelerate a spiritual particle to nearly the speed of light, causing it to fall and unleash an extremely powerful force.
But he had to use an endless amount of energy to speed up a spiritual particle close to the speed of light. However, it didn't suit him for prolonged battles and endurance fights.
Regardless of whether the Buddha practitioners with inner demons listened to their words, Qiao Wan finished speaking, gritted her teeth, and rushed out with Xiao Boyang without looking back!
Noticing that Qiao Wan and the others were escaping, the First Origin did not move or chase after them. His attention was completely drawn to Venerable One Miaofa at that moment.
Compared to the Buddha practitioner in front of him... um...
Qiao Wan and the others seemed not very interesting to him. He didn't want to spend any more time or energy on them. He eagerly looked at Miaofa, with a smile on his face.
"Come, let me see how you're going to kill me."
Before the words could even fall, he took a step forward and "teleported" in front of Miaofa in the blink of an eye!
Miaofa and the First Origin fought for a long time.
Long enough for the sun to rise and set in the northern territory, and for the stars to shift.
They fought for three whole days and nights.
Ma Huaizhen stood on the ice field, covered in a layer of frost on his shoulders and eyelashes. It was as if he had turned into a silent ice sculpture.
Looking at the towering Buddha light, it seemed to rip apart the sky and set the horizon ablaze with a bright red color.
Qiao Wan and her companions sprinted through the desert, checking for injuries, contacting their fellow soldiers, and slowly retreating.
She had almost exhausted all her strength running. Sweat blurred her vision, and she witnessed an unbelievable scene unfolding before her eyes.
The crimson light in the sky shifted behind them. The sky gradually darkened, and a strong wind blew behind them. The radiant light formed a vortex, pulling them backwards with a powerful force similar to a black hole.
The sand hit their faces, leaving different depths of scars.
Just as Miaofa was about to meet Qiao Wan, two sword energies pierced through the sky above the icy field, creating cracks in the firmament. The sword energies dripped down like water, sprinkling onto the earth.
Gongsun Bingzi exclaimed with delight, "Canglang! Shanhu!!"
After receiving the news, Meng Canglang and Bai Shanhu had been tirelessly flying on their swords for several days and nights, rushing over as fast as they could!
Bai Shanhu's once pure white clothes had been soaked in blood, no longer looking beautiful and graceful.
"Respected Elder Gongsun, Hall Master Ma," she nodded slightly to greet them.
As for Meng Canglang, his clothes were worn out and his wrists were slightly protruding due to thinness, but his eyes remained calm.
Bai Shanhu wiped a strand of hair from her cheek and exchanged a glance with Meng Canglang.
The two younger disciples flew into the crack without hesitation, following the sword intent, as if shooting stars falling into the demon realm!
...
Only a little over four hundred people remained.
Qiao Wan's body stiffened as she looked at the casualties that had just been counted.
At this moment, the remaining disciples gathered together, huddled in a partially intact but relatively safe side hall.
They sat or stood or leaned, breathing heavily in silence.
The sunlight is shifting towards the west, leaving only darkness where they are now.
Chu Tongzheng opened her mouth and asked hoarsely, "Senior Miaofa... can we win?"
"We can," Qiao Wan answered her.
The young girl held her sword and stood in front of the palace gate, looking calmly at the sky.
We will definitely be able to.
...
This battle affects not only the northern realm and the demon realm, but the entire world.
The power of karma floods into this world like a tidal wave. Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan, located at the center of karma, is affected the most. Then, the power of karma spreads outwards, falling upon the heads of people everywhere, leaving only a light shadow.
It makes people involuntarily think of the mistakes and good deeds they have done in their lives.
The old man, holding his granddaughter's hand, stopped in his tracks and stood on the field ridge.
The granddaughter asked in astonishment, "Grandpa, what is that?" She pointed to the sky, where the stars were all shifting towards the west, with lightning and thunder, as if it were doomsday.
The old man paused and said, "That was a great disaster."
"The demon realm has been fighting for three days and three nights," said Xiu Quan seriously, "Are you really not going to send troops, Your Majesty?"
"That Emperor is a madman, and after defeating him, he won't cooperate with us."
Jia Yin looked at Xiu Quan with his dark eyes.
During these three days, he had been contemplating and weighing the pros and cons, to prevent Xiluo from starting a rebellion after he sent troops. Jia Yin ordered to keep an eye on Xiluo's movements and personally went to the border. For three days, he tirelessly infiltrated the rebel army, captured Xiluo alive, and made sure there were no worries in the rear. Only then did he withdraw and come back to prepare for battle.
Until now, everything was ready.
Countless thoughts intertwined in his mind, unexpectedly fixing on that pink figure.
He stood up slowly, with a reluctant look in his eyes, "Spread the word, the monster clan will join the battle. Mobilize tens of thousands of elite soldiers to head to the demon realm immediately."
Qiao Wan, well done.
Give her time, she might grow into a worthy opponent who can fight him with all her might.
It's such a pity that Qiao Wan and her friends died in the demon realm.
After spending three whole days trying to persuade the Emperor, Xiu Quan finally succeeded. He let out a sigh of relief and a genuine smile appeared on his face.
At the same time, on the southern battlefield.
The sky, which had been dark for three days and nights, finally brought a sense of confidence to the young man.
After three days and nights of fighting in the demon realm, the cultivation alliance now had a flicker of hope for victory. And with Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan being a complete madman, Mei Kangping's promise lost its effect. He was in a rush as he discussed with the elders of his clan for three days. In the end, considering all aspects, the elders of the clan agreed to send troops at this time.
He had no guilt in his heart when it came to his people.
He...he wanted to do the same as before...
The young man opened his mouth, turned around, and finally followed his true heart, transforming into a snow dragon soaring into the sky.
With a roar, the snow dragon's majestic cry echoed through the sky.
He wanted to bring Sister Wan'er back, just like before!!!
...
On the altar, everything finally settled. Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan was half kneeling on the ground, looking at the towering figure in front of him, a serene Buddhist monk.
He closed his eyes, moved his fingers slightly. His fingers trembled, and he couldn't help but sway back and forth. His head throbbed like a drill, everything out of his control.
He lost. The man peacefully closed his eyes, with a smile on his face. He cursed, "Confused, what the hell did I owe you? Even after death, you still torment me? I treated you fairly in the beginning, and this is how you repay me?"
The clash between a Buddhist cultivator and a Confucian cultivator completely shattered him.
Feeling unwilling to accept it? A little bit, perhaps.
After all, being locked away for six hundred years, just when he finally peered outside for a breath of fresh air, he was immediately suppressed by the fierce Buddhist monk in front of him.
"The power of karmic retribution will consume you. Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan said these mysterious words, a smile played on his lips, and the tattered figure gradually faded into the void.
Miaofa calmly watched as the emperor dispersed, and he held a round, transparent crystal core in his hand.
The Buddhist monk stumbled and fell to the ground, revealing a horrifying hole in his abdomen, from which black blood continued to spill. He couldn't survive.
Miaofa remained calm and casually slipped the crystal core into his sleeve.
Just as his phoenix eyes glanced at the swift figure approaching in the distance, a slight change appeared in his eyes.
"Qiao Wan," he nodded slightly, instantly recognizing the newcomer.
Since the moment the sky and stars returned to their original positions, Qiao Wan immediately gripped her sword and ran towards them, ignoring the attempts of Xiao Boyang and others to stop her."
Miaofa fell to her knees on the ground, and with her long blue hair, her golden eyes flickered and landed on Qiao Wan.
Tears uncontrollably streamed down Qiao Wan's face.
"Elder... elder..."
"I... I will take you for healing." Gritting her teeth, Qiao Wan quickly crouched down and placed her hands firmly on Miaofa's back!
Miaofa was much taller than her, and when she carried Miaofa on her back, his legs hung slightly, looking somewhat comical.
The elder did not stop her, in fact, he was completely focused on dealing with the backlash from his inner demons.
Dark blue patterns crawled on his cheeks, growing stronger and stronger. He was about to be completely consumed by demons.
As the stars returned to their rightful places, a crimson sun slowly descended from the sky not far away.
Qiao Wan's body trembled slightly as she carried Miaofa, running fast with the evening breeze brushing against her cheek.
She could hardly bear the weight anymore, stumbling forward, leaving bloodstains with almost every step.
Tears fell uncontrollably, crying so hard that she couldn't catch her breath.
"Senior...senior, please wait, I'll take you out right away."
She stumbled and fell to the ground in front of an oasis. With Miaofa on her back, she frantically tried to help him up.
The other person raised their hand, stopping her actions.
"Qiao Wan, kill me," Miaofa's eyes were clear and icy, the golden pattern at the corner of his eyes seemed to sparkle, "it has to be now."
Qiao Wan sat down on the spot, tears streaming down her face.
"Kill me," Miaofa half-closed his eyes, his gaze was so clear that it was cruel, "otherwise, I will kill everyone here."
Qiao Wan slowly raised her sword, the Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword in her hand felt heavy.
She... she couldn't do it.
She opened her mouth, lowered her head, and gritted her teeth as she once again carried Miaofa on her back, determinedly stumbling forward!! Leaving a long trail of blood in the sandy ground.
She... she would definitely save her senior, as long as she was faster, just a little faster.
It seemed like there was an endless flow of blood, soaking her clothes along the waist of the Buddha.
Tears of blood slid down her eyes, she couldn't hold on any longer.
Qiao Wan looked at the path ahead with despair in her bright and dark eyes, feeling a deep pain in her heart and liver, almost crying blood.
Blood kept flowing from her mouth and nose, she didn't have time to wipe it or waste any time. She felt the Buddha's blood on her body burning, causing her tears to fall uncontrollably. She tried to cover the wound on her waist but couldn't stop the blood from seeping through her fingers.
Faster, faster.
The girl's arms were thin and weak, she reached into the storm on the altar without hesitation, almost losing all the muscles on her arms.
With only her bone, she carried him on her back.
Miaofa slightly closed her eyes, as if something had broken through her long-held state of tranquility, wanting to reprimand, but it turned into a sigh.
"You wicked child."
"It's okay, senior, everything will be okay." Qiao Wan gritted her teeth and continued running forward, stumbling along the way!
The lake reflected the vibrant sunset colors and the shadow of withered grass. The water shimmered and the autumn air was chilly.
However, when she glanced at the crack in the distant sky, a sense of despair engulfed her from deep within.
In front of the fiery evening sky, it seemed like the crack in the heavens would never reach its end, no matter how she tried to walk towards it.
Witnessing this scene, Ma Huaizhen suddenly snapped back to reality and urgently urged the cultivators behind him, "Hurry! Gather a team of elite soldiers and go down to rescue them!"
Then, his gaze fell upon the face of the girl in the pink dress, her face contorted and her teeth chattering.
"You wicked person," Miaofa closed his eyes and sighed, "Listen, kill me, chop off my head here."
She couldn't reach it, she couldn't reach the sky.
Looking at the distant crack in the sky, Qiao Wan finally broke down, crying loudly.
She had no choice, and she wanted to be rebellious, but... but her conscience told her she couldn't.
Miaofa frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and took a closer look at the girl in front of her. She gently raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the girl's eyes.
Her movements were slow and gentle, as if she was restraining herself.
Then he reached out his other hand and placed the crystal core in her palm. "This is your father's soul, hold onto it."
A deafening silence fell over the northern region.
Everyone watched in silence.
A bold speculation suddenly arose in their hearts, but no one dared to confirm it, nor did they have the chance to confirm it again.
"Elder... I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
Feeling the soft touch on her skin, Qiao Wan finally choked up and repeated these words in fragments. She slowly lifted the Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword.
They... they all had things they had to do. To cleanse the evil and restore peace in the world.
Tears of blood flowed from her wide-open eyes.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed in anger. With a fierce swing, the sword came down onto the neck of the Buddhist monk without hesitation.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly drenching Qiao Wan from head to toe.
Miaofa's actions froze in the moment she wiped away her tears, her fingers slowly falling, and her head thudded to the ground at her feet.
The young girl blinked and numbly sat down on the ground. Warm blood droplets rolled down her hair and eyelashes. She released her grip on the sword and picked up the severed head from the ground.
The soft blue hair gently cascaded into her palm, causing a slight itch.
Beneath the cold, sharp edge of the pale red sword, it was as if the beautiful colors had been unlocked. The gleam of the sword flickered lightly, and the coldness in her eyes and brows receded, revealing a calm and serene expression.
In the vast heavens above, only the reflection of the girl cradling the monk's head could be seen. She sat by the lake, surrounded by tall grass.
Qiao Wan's lips trembled slightly, her eyes cast down in awe and admiration. Finally, she placed a gentle kiss on the other person's forehead, bringing them both to a peaceful state.
It was the bravest act she had ever done, a cautious and tender kiss.
In the distance, the rosy glow of the sunset fell on the rolling sand dunes, casting a warm and hazy light.
On the icy plains of the North, Ma Huaizhen turned his eyes away gently.
In that instant when she herself decapitated the Buddha, her consciousness shattered, she saw the other person's inner demon clearly.
The shining Buddha lights around her scattered and dissipated.
-"Confucius said, 'The friendship between gentlemen is as plain as water.' Perhaps only such a calm and enduring friendship can exist in this world."
"Qiao Wan, would you be willing to overlook the difference in our ages and be my equal companion on this journey of cultivation, a true friend?"
"I am hundreds of years older than you, and I understand that this may not be fair to you. If you're not willing, I won't force you."
This admiration she felt, perhaps it originated from attraction or the differences caused by their ages, such as Buping, and others.
She was hundreds of years old, much older and wiser than Qiao Wan. But she shouldn't take advantage of her age and the admiration it brought. As an elder, she shouldn't exploit the inequality that comes with age.
"How long will you be in seclusion this time?"
"Until my inner demons are settled."
"With all the chaos in the world, this is a rare opportunity. Please focus on your cultivation, elder."
"Please allow me... Please allow me to accompany you for part of the way."
In the scattered rays of the Buddha's light, she discovered a secret.
In the vast desert, the white mist reflected a desolate sunset, silver bowls held snow, the bright moon hid herons, and a white horse vanished into the reeds.
It turned out that under the bodhi tree, there had always been a girl in pink clothes holding a sword.
