freenovelworld Chapter 1139 Buddha and Demon Appear Together, Harmful Intent
Chapter 1139 Buddha and Demon Appear Together, Harmful Intent
The significance of two people meeting is not about walking side by side for the rest of their lives; loving each other for a while is enough!
This is Mu Qingxue's love, something no one can understand. She persisted for three years, traveled thousands of miles, only to find that she didn't get a perfect ending!
Although Shen Yichen had some suspicions, he really didn't dare to think about it, which was why he wanted to fulfill Mu Qingxue's wish.
Mu Qingxue's love was madness, but Shen Yichen knew that Mu Qingxue's love was the most rational of all women.
Indulge in love, and understand your heart through emotions!
Mu Qingxue was actually very fortunate that the person she loved was Shen Yichen, and that the two of them could understand each other's hearts.
Mu Qingxue really wouldn't stop Shen Yichen from indulging in his wanderings in the martial world.
"You wretched woman, join my Palace of No Worries! If you truly love someone, you won't confine them to your own world. The Purple Rhyme Divine Pavilion in Youzhou is not a love nest, but a prison!"
"Ahem... Mu girl, let's think about whether we can leave Luowu Ancient City alive first!"
"If I can die here with him, I don't want to leave!"
Both Jian Chenqing and the masked man were shocked upon hearing this!
The masked man reached out and stopped Mu Qingxue.
On the pavilions on both sides of the long street, two magical beasts walked slowly.
There were many people on both sides of the long street in the dim night.
"Miss Mu, the Gongsun family has no intention of antagonizing the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. You two should hand over the person in your arms to me!"
That's Gongsun Qingmu's voice.
However, blocking their way was an old woman in black robes, and behind the three of them was a middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, carrying a longbow on his back.
"Uncle, can you handle this yourself?"
Mu Qingxue would certainly not abandon Jian Chenqing.
"Hey, Qingxue, maybe we shouldn't get involved in Youzhou's affairs?"
The masked man's duty was to protect Mu Qingxue; as for Jian Chenqing, he truly didn't care.
"Uncle, I'm asking you, can you handle this yourself?"
Mu Qingxue's voice is so cold!
This was the first time the masked man had seen this side of Mu Qingxue.
At this moment, the masked man was not thinking of Mu Qingxue's father, Mu Niansheng, but of Tianlu Guan of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect's Bone Tomb.
"Young Miss, I can handle this!"
The masked man's heart is bleeding!
No matter how he and Mu Niansheng protected Mu Qingxue, Mu Qingxue would eventually enter the Bone Tomb, the Bone Tomb that symbolized the pinnacle of power of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect!
Qingxue, Axue, little girl, brat, from this day forward, this is the past.
It turns out that growing up really happens in the blink of an eye, and so do changes in relationships between people.
Although the masked man was prepared, this moment came so suddenly and felt so unfamiliar!
"Uncle, if you die today, I will personally seek justice for you at the Bone Mound!"
After Mu Qingxue finished speaking, she used the Soul Separation Illusion Step to prepare to escape.
The old woman in black robes and the man from the Ji family who had cut off the owl feather flew over to stop them, but were blocked by the masked man.
The masked man didn't want to linger in the fight, nor could he. Mu Qingxue was in real danger by herself, so he attacked with a killing move, going all out.
In just five moves, the masked man had driven back the old woman in black robes and the Ji family's Zhan Xiaoling, but he still couldn't leave!
A barrage of black-feathered arrows and arrows of return flew in from all directions. Ghost-faced man sighed inwardly, thinking that this fight was really inexplicable and shouldn't have happened, but what could he do?
"Remnants of the Demonic Wind!"
With a roar, the masked man formed a hand seal, and demonic light burst forth from his body, continuously swirling upwards in one direction.
Soon, a hurricane of demonic light formed around the masked man, constantly clashing with the black feather arrows of the Gongsun family and the returning arrows of the Ji family.
Explosions echoed through the long, rainy streets at night.
When the black feather arrow and the returning arrow disappeared, the masked man knelt on one knee, his demonic aura gradually fading. His mask fell to the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto it.
Just as the masked man was about to pick up the mask, thousands of hidden weapons arrived from his left, and from his right, a returning arrow shot straight at him.
The masked man's expression changed drastically. He leaped into the air, forming a hand seal with both hands, and two demonic shields appeared out of thin air on his left and right sides.
"The Gongsun family and the Ji family, I will remember this grudge!"
In the midst of the massive explosion, only the masked man's words remained; he himself vanished.
The amazing thing is that the bloodstained mask is still there in the middle of the street.
Gongsun Qingmu leaped down, picked up the bloodstained mask, and sighed softly:
"Sigh, why bother? I only wanted to kill one person; I didn't want to make an enemy of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect!"
The masked man, covered in wounds, leaped into a dark alley. He had no idea where he was, nor did he have the ability to search for Mu Qingxue.
As soon as the masked man landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura flickered between light and shadow.
"The black-feathered arrows of the Gongsun family and the returning arrows of the Ji family are as domineering as ever!"
The masked man leaned heavily against the wall, motionless.
"Hey, your mask fell off!"
The masked man suddenly opened his eyes. Outside the deep alley stood a man holding a spirit banner, none other than Lu Xuxian, the Gray Ghost of the Soul Banner.
"It's you! You're getting old. This world ultimately belongs to the young!"
"Did you know that the Lu family has a very special rule regarding their masks?"
Upon hearing this, the masked man's expression changed slightly!
"You...you're here to kill me?"
"As long as the mask is there, the person is there; when the mask falls, the head falls too. The day you put on the mask, you should have known this day would come!"
"Haha... When did the Lu family of Boling pledge allegiance to the Ji family? The world of Yanquan is truly fascinating!"
"Senior, the Myriad Spirits Banner will see you off on your journey; this is my way of showing you respect!"
As the gray ghost Lu Xuxian formed a hand seal, the spirit banner beside him instantly emitted a strong evil aura, enveloping the masked man—or rather, Mu Qiusi—whose mask was gone.
Mu Qiusi did not resist. He had fought Murong Ruoshui, the black-robed old woman from the Gongsun family, and the man with the owl-slaying feather from the Ji family tonight. He had also withstood the Black Feather Arrow Formation and the Returning Heart Arrow Formation. At this moment, he was truly powerless to fight against the Myriad Spirit Banner and Lu Xuxian.
Mu Qiu closed his eyes, wanting to look back into his memories at that red figure in Snowfall City, the red figure that had haunted his dreams for hundreds of years.
"Amitabha Buddha, one should be lenient when possible. This humble monk has some connection with Benefactor Mu and is willing to spare his life. Please, Benefactor Lu, step back!"
A young monk appeared before Mu Qiu's body, his body radiating Buddhist light, which repelled the Myriad Spirit Banner.
Gray Ghost Lu Xuxian did take a step back, but not voluntarily; he was forced back by the Buddha's light.
Gray Ghost Lu Xuxian held the Myriad Spirits Banner, motionless. He was hesitant; since he had chosen to make a move, he was determined to kill.
Having learned of the secrets of the Boling Lu family before his death, how could he not eliminate them completely?
Grey Ghost Lu Xuxian didn't recognize the young monk, but the monk's strength just now was really impressive.
Mu Qiushi didn't recognize them at all. He was completely bewildered. How could the people from Yanquan Buddhist Sect save the people from Wanmo Sect?
Gray Ghost Lu Xuxian still decided to kill Mu Qiu. With a wave of his hand, five people flew down from all around the alley. They were the Five Sword Slaves who had accompanied him.
"Amitabha! A Buddha is a demon with stable emotions, and a demon is a Buddha in a fit of rage. Fellow practitioners, one thought can make you a Buddha, and another a demon. You must think thrice before you act!"
At a command from Grey Ghost Lu Xuxian:
"kill!"
"Amitabha Buddha, I had no intention of killing anyone, but the will of Heaven is hard to change. The Buddha is compassionate, but the will of Heaven is also difficult to defy!"
On a dark street, both Buddha and demon are on display. The young monk wields the demon of tranquility in one hand and the Buddha of rage in the other.
The combined might of Buddha and Demon forced the Five Sword Slaves and Gray Ghost Lu Xuxian into a series of defeats.
"You, you're from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect?"
"Amitabha Buddha, when all demons turn to good, they become all Buddhas; when all Buddhas change their minds, they become all demons. Benefactor Lu, life and death are truly only a thought away, and so are Buddha and demon!"
The young monk's Buddha-like power pressed down on the Five Sword Slaves, while his demonic power struck at the Gray Ghost Lu Xuxian.
When the power of Buddha and Demon dissipated, only two of the Five Sword Slaves left. Gray Ghost Lu Xuxian's mask fell off, and the Myriad Spirit Banner blocked a fatal blow for him, allowing him to fly away as well.
The young monk landed gracefully, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He knelt on both knees, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, but did not fall.
Mu Qiusi knew this person wasn't from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, but with such strong cultivation, he didn't recognize him, let alone understand why this person would risk their life to save him.
"Master, have we met before?"
"In Snowfall City, amidst the swirling snowflakes, I am here too. I made a mistake back then, but today I have finally put an end to the regret in my heart!"
The masked man's expression changed drastically, and he said in a stern voice:
"Was it you who struck with that sword back then?"
"Alas, the foolish things of my youth, now I regret them too late. That sword strike of yesteryear severed our centuries-old bond. It was my fault!"
Mu Qiu leaned against the wall, eyes closed, his heart still unsettled. Finally, he let out a soft sigh.
"Hey, why did you do that?"
"People can be divided into good and evil, but emotions are hard to distinguish. I only realized this when I was deeply involved in love. I'm sorry!"
The young monk slowly rose and walked out of the dark alley. He was Wu Yuan, who had met Ji Xuanyan once on the city wall, and was the young monk who let Shen Yichen go.
"Alas, after cultivating a heart of ruthlessness for hundreds of years, I have ended up harboring murderous intent because of old grudges. Buddha, your disciple was wrong!"