TEMBMBIWB Chapter 64
by VolareHua Zhi said, word by word, “Tonight, your master will lose his life.”
The sword in Sui Chunsheng’s hand trembled, and he coldly asked, “What do you mean?”
Hua Zhi sized up his expression and said, “I see you still don’t know, why did your good master abandon you?”
Sui Chunsheng was already losing patience. The Tansue Sword in his hand was already brimming with frost, ready to take his life at any moment.
“Previously, the three realms were thrown into chaos by our Xiu Luo Clan, with heavy casualties. Upon hearing this, the White Deer Immortal rushed back to the Nine Heavens without stopping, and that very day, his immortal core left his body, and he self-detonated!”
Sui Chunsheng was astonished, “What did you say?”
“You’re lying to me.”
Hua Zhi suddenly couldn’t help laughing, even though the frost from the Tansue Sword had already pierced his neck.
“The current White Deer Immortal is already a useless piece of trash! His immortal core self-detonated, his divine power is completely gone, and he has already requested to lock himself away on the mountain.”
“Our people have already infiltrated, and they are determined to take his life, eliminating future troubles.”
As soon as his voice fell, a blast of frost split him in two.
Hua Zhi’s laughter still echoed in his ears, like the miserable screams of demons and monsters from the depths of darkness, piercingly harsh.
Sui Chunsheng couldn’t help but lower his eyes. After his master returned to the Nine Heavens, he did not hesitate to detonate his own immortal core to protect the three realms.
Self-detonating the immortal core would indeed harm oneself and result in the loss of all divine power.
But his master clearly had a second immortal core within his body. Why would he outwardly proclaim that he had no divine power and also lock himself away on the mountain…
But what if his master really had no divine power?
The young man’s eyes darkened as he looked at the palm of his hand.
Just now, when he shattered the golden box, he took the opportunity to absorb the key inside into his body.
He looked at the key mark that had appeared on his palm, and couldn’t help but fall into thought.
When Sui Chunsheng walked out of the eye of the wind, a group of stubborn rocks were waiting for him on the bank of the You Ming River. On the dark river, there was only a lonely small boat, hanging a lamp that could go out at any time.
When the stubborn rocks saw him, they quickly stood up one after another.
Stubborn rock: “Goo.”
Sui Chunsheng looked at them until a cold drop stung his cheek.
The young man slowly raised his head. It had already started snowing at the edge of the sky.
Scattered snowflakes fell silently, with no wind to stir them.
At the edge of the sky, it was pure white, endless, a vast expanse of white.
Sui Chunsheng sighed softly, “You go back and wait for me, I need to go out for a bit.”
The stubborn rocks “gooed” as if asking him where he was going.
Sui Chunsheng said in a deep voice, “Back to my home.”
The young man’s voice fell, light as a snowflake.
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Fangcun Mountain.
The White Deer Immortal had opened the mountain gate’s seal and had already locked himself on the mountain, isolating everything from the mundane world.
Tan Zhui leaned on a recliner, his eyes slightly closed, already feeling somewhat drowsy.
Today, it seemed that it was snowing in all three realms at the same time, including on Fangcun Mountain.
Inside the water residence, the charcoal fire in the brazier was burning brightly, making a crackling sound as the flames flickered.
Despite being tired, his mind was still a little tense.
Those azure eyes slightly lifted, looking at the restriction at the doorway. In front of the gate that opened the restriction, there was also a very thin thread, emitting a faint light, the end of which was tied to hundreds of transmission bells.
Whoever entered would instantly be stunned and dizzy.
Tan Zhui slowly closed his eyes. The hibiscus incense on the low table next to him had already burned halfway, the incense stick had broken off and fallen into powder in the incense plate.
The White Deer Immortal relied on this hibiscus incense that lingered around him to briefly fall asleep.
It wasn’t until midnight that the wind and snow outside seemed to grow even stronger.
Tan Zhui seemed to sense something, his brow furrowed, and he slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was fixed on the tightly closed door.
The snow scene outside the latticed window was beautiful, but he had no desire to enjoy it.
Suddenly, a cold gust of wind rushed in, causing the tightly closed door to creak.
The gate restriction emitted a dazzling golden light, sounding like the echo of a struck bell.
The thread trembled for a moment, and the surrounding bells, like broken icicles, made low trembling sounds.
Tan Zhui lifted his eyes. His soul left his body for a moment, observing the situation of Fangcun Mountain by sensing the energy.
Countless black qi had already penetrated his mountain gate restriction, gathering towards the central main peak, like a net, lingering above the water residence, like a huge palm.
The gate restriction appeared, and on the golden barrier, traces of emerald green light appeared, and the patterns turned into the fur of a dark ape and a white deer. A white deer pattern was displayed within.
All the power was concentrated between the two spiritual horns of the white deer, forming a huge orb, fighting against the constantly gathering black qi.
Tan Zhui remained expressionless and closed his eyes again.
This gate restriction was set by him ten thousand years ago, using thirty percent of his own immortal core power. At that time, the White Deer Immortal was at his peak, and the power of this ancient restriction was not to be underestimated.
If nothing unexpected happened, this restriction could last until dawn, enough time for him to sleep a little more.
Wanting to break through his White Deer Immortal’s formation would take some effort.
So, outside, two forces were locked in a fierce battle, while the person inside the house was sleeping peacefully.
A moonlight figure lay on the recliner, and on the soft cushion of the high platform, a young man was curled up next to the brazier, sleeping soundly.
After an unknown time, the barrier above the water residence made a sound, and the white deer let out a mournful cry to the sky.
Wugen opened his eyes first, and the entire water residence seemed to tremble along with him.
The burnt-out charcoal in the brazier made a sizzling sound.
He subconsciously looked at the figure on the recliner. The White Deer Immortal had already opened his eyes at this time, and a faint glow of dawn was already shining through the window.
As a crashing sound came from above the water residence, the hibiscus incense on the incense plate was completely burned.
Dawn was about to bring the slaughter.
Countless black qi instantly poured into the water residence.
Tan Zhui pulled Wugen up, waved his sleeve to retrieve a transfer mirror, and pushed him into it with a backhand.
Wugen had just woken up and had not yet reacted when he was sucked into it.
By the time he rolled all the way onto the bed of Yue Shanglan of Kunlun Void, he realized that he had been thrown out of the mountain gate by the White Deer Immortal.
Wugen anxiously dragged the confused Yue Shanglan up from the bed, “God! God!”
Yue Shanglan was startled, “Little Wooden Head?”
“Don’t worry, did Ah Zhui send you here?”
Wugen wanted nothing more than to punch him, but he was afraid that if he knocked him unconscious, there would be no one to call for help.
“A lot of black qi has come to Fangcun Mountain, they are bullying the God.”
“You! You go save him!”
Yue Shanglan instantly woke up and quickly followed Wugen.
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Fangcun Mountain’s water residence had already been swept by black qi, the courtyard had collapsed, leaving only a void.
Tan Zhui waved his sleeves and drew the Fu Shou Sword.
Pure water patterns cut through the black qi, helping him fly out.
Tan Zhui retreated while fighting, and the guardian beasts of the eight great peaks came towards the main peak at this moment.
They surrounded Tan Zhui, baring their teeth and waving their paws at the formless Xiu Luo.
Tan Zhui smiled, “Good children, good children.”
The formless Xiu Luo had already covered the entire sky above Fangcun Mountain. The dawn of early morning was completely obscured, and it was completely plunged into darkness.
Yue Shanglan looked at the scene before him, wanting to rush in but was unceremoniously beaten back by the mountain-guarding formation.
He was stunned, “This mountain-guarding formation hasn’t been broken!”
Wugen: “What do you mean?”
Yue Shanglan gritted his teeth, “This mountain-guarding formation hasn’t been broken, but these black qi can get in, naturally there is only one possibility, Ah Zhui deliberately let them in!”
Wugen: “Why would God let these things in?”
Yue Shanglan’s eyes darkened, “No wonder.”
“No wonder he claimed to the outside world that his divine power was gone, just to lure out these last remnants. He wants to lure out the person behind them and kill him!”
Wugen yelled, “You quickly think of a way, he’s all alone in there, it’s so pitiful!”
Yue Shanglan immediately said, “I want to too, but the mountain gate formation of an ancient god is closely linked to the depths of his heart. If he doesn’t actively let people in, it must be someone who has entered his soul and made him completely accept and trust them before they can enter!”
At this moment, the two saw a figure coming from the lower realm, going straight into the barrier in front of them.
Yue Shanglan was surprised, “Who is that?”
Wugen immediately recognized the aura and said excitedly, “It’s the dead child!”
Yue Shanglan took a long time to react before realizing who Wugen was calling the dead child.
His face turned pale, and he seemed to have thought of something, and slapped his fan in his hand.
“This is bad!”
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As soon as the young man entered Fangcun Mountain, he was startled by the troublesome black qi.
How could there be so many Xiu Luo gathered here?
He subconsciously searched for that familiar figure, anxiously yelling, “Master! Master!”
The White Deer Immortal was currently dealing with a tricky opponent.
The guy in front of him, with his face covered by a black cloak, had covered almost all of his skin, clearly afraid of being recognized.
This could not help but make Tan Zhui even more suspicious. It seemed like he was an acquaintance.
Tan Zhui held his sword, slightly raising its tip.
“Since you want to kill me, why are you still hiding your face? What, are you afraid that if you can’t kill me, you’ll die under my sword in the future?” The White Deer Immortal’s voice was laced with mockery.
The man slowly raised his hand, and a chaotic prism appeared in his hand, trembling wildly.
The overwhelming formless Xiu Luo had emerged from that prism.
Tan Zhui took a closer look, and he was very familiar with the prism in front of him. It was the natal magic weapon of the Xiu Luo Lord.
He widened his eyes slightly, “You really aren’t dead.”
“You Xiu Luo are truly troublesome beyond belief.”
The cloaked person chuckled, “White Deer Immortal, god, you underestimate our Xiu Luo Clan too much. So-called immortal and indestructible, we can only be sealed, not killed. Aren’t you the clearest on this?”
“Speaking of being troublesome, you are the most troublesome.”
“Unfortunately, you will die here today.”
Tan Zhui tilted his head and chuckled softly, “A defeated opponent, after so many years you’ve actually learned to talk big.”
The cloaked person’s laughter was a bit more arrogant, seemingly not caring about his ridicule at all.
“White Deer Immortal, you self-detonated your immortal core earlier, and your divine power is completely gone. Even if you successfully condensed a new immortal core in the past few years, your cultivation is far inferior to before. You still think you can win against me?”
Tan Zhui curled his lips. He did not want to waste any more words with him.
The Fu Shou Sword flashed out a beautiful sword flower, and he thrust it toward the rotating prism in his hand.
The cloaked person stood still, as if waiting for this moment all along.
The moment the Fu Shou Sword pierced his chest, the black qi lingering on Fangcun Mountain was instantly summoned back, turning into sharp arrows, piercing toward the moon-white figure.
In an instant, the young man in the distance also noticed the two confronting each other.
He saw tens of thousands of arrows piercing towards the thin figure, about to pierce him through and through!
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