Chapter 759 Death of Wang Xijing
With this action.
The surrounding air seemed to solidify, and an invisible pressure spread.
After a while, a figure with a flower body and a human head emerged from the sand dune.
Its body was made up of various strange flowers, colorful and exuding a faint fragrance.
It was the flower ghost seen in the spiritual and illusory world before.
At this moment, after he appeared, he was very afraid of Ye Yang.
"... Sir."
The flower ghost said with a trembling voice.
"I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to go against you again. Please forgive me this time."
Ye Yang glanced at him and said.
"If I guess correctly, you should be the guardian of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect in this spiritual and illusory realm."
"It's just that recently Lu Yu from the South Peak of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect is about to break through to the Yuanshen Daoist, and the other cultivators have gone back to guard, so only you are left here to guard."
Hearing what Ye Yang said, Hua Gui nodded,
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Master Ye is right, I am indeed sent by the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect to guard here."
"It's just that my body is weak, and I am really a little powerless when facing you."
Hearing this, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
"In that case, tell me where the spiritual fantasy stone is in this spiritual and illusory realm?"
Hearing what Ye Yang said, Hua Gui smiled.
"If you want to find the spiritual fantasy stone, I dare not hide it. The spiritual fantasy stone is located in a secret realm deep in the virtual realm, but it is full of various mechanisms and traps, and there are many powerful monsters guarding it. It is not easy to approach."
Ye Yang nodded, his eyes firm.
"Lead the way, Huagui, that's not your concern."
Then Huagui tried to dodge, but was cut by Ye Yang's blade, and trembled all over.
When Huagui heard this, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he was thinking about how to refuse.
At this moment.
Ye Yang had already keenly noticed something strange.
He immediately became alert, and the next moment the blade in his hand flashed.
A sharp blade passed through the air and suddenly appeared, pointing directly at Huagui's face.
Although the blade had not fallen yet.
But Huagui suddenly felt a pressure suddenly appear, and her whole body was under the blade, and she couldn't help trembling.
She also felt a little scared.
"Go, I'll go now."
After saying that, Huagui's figure floated, and his figure was like lightning, and he went forward.
Seeing this, Ye Yang followed Huagui.
After a while.
The two arrived in a lake full of sky blue, which looked like a dream.
Ye Yang stood in front of the lake that exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
The surface of the lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding exotic vegetation and sky, giving people a feeling of being in a dream world.
The sky-blue lake water was clear and transparent, and occasionally a few colorful fish shuttled through it, stirring up circles of subtle ripples.
There were some flowers emitting faint blue light growing by the lake, and they swayed gently, as if welcoming the arrival of the two.
Huagui stopped and his eyes wandered over the lake.
"Here... here is it."
Her voice trembled a little, as if she had some special feeling for this lake.
Ye Yang looked around and felt the mysterious atmosphere in the air.
"This place is indeed unusual."
When Ye Yang saw this huge lake, he immediately thought of the excuse of Yuan Yidaozu before.
He followed the method that Yuan Yidaozu carefully handed over.
His hands danced like a smart butterfly.
The complex and exquisite seals took shape one by one at the fingertips.
With the perfect conclusion of the last seal,
a faint light gushed out from the base of the array like a spiritual spring.
The flower ghost was shocked to see this.
"This is the Void Resurrection Sword Seal of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect. How can you use it?"
"I know, you are from Beifeng."
She was shocked.
At this moment.
Ye Yang's figure was looming in the light curtain.
Ye Yang slowly closed his eyes.
Immersed all his consciousness in the surging spiritual tide in the lake without reservation.
At this moment, in this lake, a special breath came over.
In an instant, a mysterious force wrapped Ye Yang tightly like a surging tide.
And then suddenly dragged his consciousness into a fantasy that was both real and illusory, wonderful and full of the world.
Ye Yang seemed like a spectator who was beyond time and space, but also like an eyewitness who experienced every detail personally, witnessing the gorgeous blooming and withering of life in the world like flowers.
At this moment, it was like a lightning that broke through the dark night of the soul.
His father's serious and loving face slowly emerged in his mind.
A voice traveled through the long river of time.
It exploded in the depths of his soul.
"The path of cultivating immortals is like sailing against the current, with endless difficulties and obstacles. Only by adhering to your original heart at all times, you will not be confused by the flourishing flowers in the outside world, and will not be shaken by the inner thoughts and disturbances."
"And it is precisely in this way that you can find a ray of light in this vast immortal road."
It seemed like a horse-drawn tour in front of me, and various scenes kept appearing.
A clear and loud cry of a baby sounded.
It announced the arrival of a new life.
From the innocent and cute appearance of the young child babbling and toddling.
From the high-spirited and ambitious youth.
The passion of fearlessly charging and fighting for the ideal in his heart.
To the calm and restrained middle-aged, shouldering the heavy burden.
Gritting teeth and persevering under the heavy pressure, he kept moving forward.
Until the twilight years, his body gradually weakened like a candle in the wind, and the shadow of illness followed him like a shadow.
Finally, under the ruthless erosion of time, he went to the eternal destination of death.
The reincarnation of life, old age, sickness and death was like a grand picture slowly unfolding in front of him.
Ye Yang seemed to shuttle through the life trajectories of countless people in an instant, realizing the impermanence and insignificance of all things in the world.
Under the baptism and tempering of this rolling and unpredictable world.
Ye Yang's state of mind was like a pearl that had been polished in a clam shell.
Gradually fading away the impurities and disturbances of the world, blooming a pure and round light.
At the same time.
In the solemn and solemn atmosphere of Feitianmen.
Wang Xijing, the second elder of Feitianmen.
At this moment, the fire of life is like a candle in the wind, swaying at the end of time.
Wang Xijing's once upright body has been eroded by time and has become hunched and thin.
His face is as pale as paper because of the end of his life span, and only a trace of the past spirit remains in his eyes.
At this moment, his thoughts are like a tide.
There is no regret in this life.
He has a smooth life. In his early years, he wandered in the rivers and lakes and made a great reputation as a fire Taoist.
Later, he joined Feitianmen and caught up with the rapid development of Feitianmen. He quickly broke through to the peak of martial arts.
It's a pity that he lost the most important development opportunity in his early years.
In old age, his potential has been lost, his qi and blood have declined, and he has no chance to break through to the real person.
It's just before the deadline.
There is still some concern in his heart.
The son who made him full of concern.
The figure of the bloodthirsty wolf Wang Dong appeared in his mind very clearly.
Wang Xijing's lips trembled, as if he wanted to tell his son the words that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time, the earnest advice filled with endless fatherly love.
"Donger, your father has experienced countless hardships, but when he is dying, he is only worried about you."
"You are fierce by nature and have a bad temper, which is very easy to cause trouble on the way to cultivating immortals."
"After your father is gone, you must restrain your heart and don't act impulsively."
Wang Xijing's voice became weaker and weaker.
"The sect is our foundation. You must do your best to protect it. Don't do anything that harms the sect because of your own selfish desires."
"You must practice diligently on weekdays and don't slack off. Although you are talented, the road to immortal cultivation is long. Only by perseverance can you achieve something."
"Also, you must live in harmony with your fellow disciples and don't make enemies. Only when everyone is united can the sect prosper."
Wang Xijing's breath became weaker and weaker, but his eyes became more and more fiery, as if he wanted to convey all his expectations and love for his son at this last moment.
"Dong'er, your journey in this world is about to end, and the road ahead depends on you."
"I hope you can remember your father's words and let your father rest in peace in the underworld."
After speaking, he placed the radio jade slip in his hand on the table beside him.
As the last breath dissipated, Wang Xijing slowly closed his eyes and died suddenly. (End of this chapter)