ebookland Chapter 149 Just a little bit of wind and frost
Chapter 149 Just a little bit of wind and frost
Thinking of this, Xuan Kun felt that the human and demon races were really like two different races of ants, killing each other and taking what they needed.
I am just one of the ants, but I am an ant that has escaped the control of the ant's high-level search.
Two figures flashed and appeared above the battlefield. The aura they exuded showed that they had the cultivation level of a mid-Nascent Soul stage.
With the appearance of the two people, Xuan Kun felt it and his heart was shocked. The face under the mask also changed slightly. He raised his head and stared at one of the two figures above.
He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. At this moment, he seemed to be back in the Xuan family of Tianhuai Kingdom, and was watching the scene when he wanted to leave.
Especially the black dagger hidden in the void, and the black-robed man wearing a silver mask behind the black dagger.
Xuan Kun felt like a long time had passed, but in reality, only a moment had passed. A voice in his heart urged him to leave quickly.
His heart told him that he was no match for this person at the moment, and the stare he just gave him would definitely attract his attention.
If I keep staring at this person, I'm afraid he will teleport to my side, forcing me to take off my mask, and then face... death.
Xuan Kun immediately lowered his head in frustration, turned around and went back into the city gate, heading into the city.
My heart was truly in turmoil, like the sea and river, with turbulent waves and constant surge.
At this moment, Xuan Kun was like a walking corpse, but he made the most correct decision.
……
Above the battlefield, a young man in a black and red robe seemed to sense something. He turned around and looked down at a city gate with confusion in his eyes.
Seeing this, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe beside him asked in confusion, "Huh? Fellow Daoist Yuanhong, what's wrong? Did you find anything?"
As he spoke, he also looked in the direction of Lie Yuanhong's gaze, but saw nothing over there except a sea of blood and corpses, and disciples cleaning up the battlefield.
After hearing this, Lie Yuanhong turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in the yellow robe and laughed, "Hey! Fellow Daoist Yangxuzi, you're joking. I just felt something strange and turned around to look, but I didn't see anything."
Upon hearing this, Yangxuzi nodded and said with a chuckle, "Haha, with all sorts of corpses scattered across the battlefield, it's inevitable that some unusual things will appear. Isn't that why you and I came here to take a look?"
As he spoke, he looked around but found nothing. He looked at the forest in the distance with a serious look in his eyes.
Lie Yuanhong nodded after hearing this, thinking to himself, "When did you righteous cultivators become so carefree? You're still pretending in front of me."
At the same time, he nodded and hummed twice, "Hmm~hmm, what Daoyou said is not wrong."
But in my heart, I still recalled the feeling just now, "I don't know why, that feeling just now was a little familiar, as if I had seen it before."
I can't figure it out, and I can't figure it out. Maybe it's my own illusion! Just as Yangxuzi said, it's very likely that it is what he said.
There were too many humans and monsters that died on the battlefield, so there might be some other anomalies. After all, that cultivator did not have his own opportunity.
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In the Monster Hunting Great Wall, Xuan Kun was afraid of being discovered by that person and then caught up, so he circled around the city a few times and then wanted to fly back to his own courtyard.
After returning to the courtyard, Xuan Kun hid in the house. His condition improved a lot. He couldn't help but recall the figure he saw at the city gate again.
He was dressed in a black and red robe, and although his back was facing him, Xuan Kun could already feel his cold eyes and the black dagger surrounded by black air.
"I never thought that we would meet again after seventeen years and eleven months. Over the past decade, your cultivation has broken through from the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."
Talking to himself, Xuan Kun sneered.
"Yin Yang Divine Sect, you are indeed a member of the Yin Yang Divine Sect. It seems that even if I recover to the Nascent Soul stage, I still can't kill you, my enemy. I couldn't do it before, and I still can't do it after recovery."
"Right now, I don't even know your name, but I'm sure Ling Huan and Fen Yu know it! One by one, if seventeen years and eleven months doesn't work, then another seventeen years will do, until I kill you."
The anger in Xuan Kun's heart slowly subsided as he thought about it, and his mind slowly calmed down. He couldn't help but think back to what he had just done.
I thought to myself, "After four hundred and seventeen years, I thought I could handle this matter calmly, but I didn't expect that when I met my enemy, I still wasn't calm enough."
Xuan Kun reflected on himself, constantly reviewing what he had just done and learning from it.
"Next time I face you, the enemy who destroyed my clan, I will calm down and then crush you under my feet."
Thinking of this, Xuan Kun pushed the door open again and walked out of the house. Outside, it was already winter, and snowflakes were falling from the sky.
The snowflakes grew bigger and bigger, and Xuan Kun just stood in the yard and watched. As time passed, the white snow covered the entire yard, and the branches of the big trees were also wrapped in white balls, like a ball of snow.
The ant nest under the tree is still covered with snow and can only be seen again when the snow melts next year.
The puppet circle had walked to Xuan Kun's side without him knowing when, and was squatting beside him. His body was covered with white snow, as if he was wearing a white hat.
Xuan Kun also felt that his head and shoulders were covered with snow, all white.
At this moment, a cold wind blew, and Xuan Kun, who had long been exposed to the wind and sun, felt the cold wind for the first time.
Looking at the snowflakes still falling from the sky, I couldn't help but think of a sentence that really applies to me right now.
"Haha~haha, it's just a little bit of wind and frost..."
"Traveling through time and becoming an ancestor, the path of life and death disappears, and rebirth in another body is nothing more than rebirth again..."
"Nascent Soul? I can cultivate it..."
"Transform into a god? Why can't I..."
"If others can accomplish something, why can't I? It's just the accumulation of time! The blessing of opportunity! Everyone in this world is the result of cause and effect..."
"Perhaps this day is the will of some Daoist ancestor!"
"This place was nothing more than his arbitrary creation..."
"Everyone in this world is nothing but an illusion, just like the ant. I am the one they look down upon, and I am the one who can decide their fate, life and death."
"Beyond the Infinite Realm, what other world is there? And where exactly is the place of ascension? Is it the spiritual realm?"
"And am I living in a false fantasy? Is it possible that all this is just a fleeting dream before my death?"
"Am I lying in the hospital ward right now, relying on an oxygen mask to survive, a person who is in deep sleep..."