Xuanxia

Chapter 1120 Variables
Ten miles outside Xishuo City, the white fog was still spreading.

There was a figure riding a horse, kicking the horse's belly like crazy, racing against the white fog that was encroaching from behind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The Smoker was lying on the horse's back, with spiritual energy constantly flowing out of his body and pouring into the horse's skin and pores, allowing the horse to always maintain vigorous vitality and run at a speed beyond its limit.

"What the hell is that!"

The smoker gritted his teeth, his eyes full of fear: "That breath, that power! It's even more outrageous than the way of heaven, even more outrageous than Qi Ran! What the hell is that thing!"

From the moment Zhao Hao was blasted out of Xishuo City and the stagnant time began to flow again, the Smoker turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Having realized the existence of life and death, he felt it the first moment that power blossomed.

That is a power above the heaven.

No…it cannot be said, it is above the way of heaven.

But... outside of the way of heaven.

It's like a person who has lived in ancient times all his life and saw people singing on TV.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible, and completely beyond cognition.

How can there be such a thing in the world?
How could such a thing exist?
How could there be someone in an iron box?
What? You said they weren't in the box? But I saw them.

How can such a power that completely transcends cognition exist?
Indeed, there can be many ways of cultivation in this world, there is no self in the world, there is only my way, life and death go hand in hand... but in the final analysis, they are all the interaction between the human body and the spiritual world, they are all the inner perception of the power of this world, they all... have a source.

But what exactly is that power?
How is it possible that there is a power that is beyond life and death, beyond heaven and earth, and yet exists in this world?
How can something be both outside the box and inside the box?

The smoker didn't know, and he didn't intend to bother thinking about it.

He only knew that Fu Qingzhou could not be the opponent of this force. No one could be the opponent of this force. It was not because it was so powerful, but because it could not understand that you were a fish in the water, so you could never swing your tail and hit a bird flying in the sky.

Therefore, Smoker had no intention of fighting against this force.

He's going to find someone.

This power was incomprehensible, but there was another thing he could understand...

Yin Sheng Countercurrent Method.

The smoker could sense that there was a person several dozen miles outside the city.

This person, through the Yin Sheng Ni Liu Da Fa, controls someone in the city.

Fu Qingzhou said that Zhao Liang was controlled by the "previous emperor" in him. At that time, Yan Gui guessed that it was the "previous emperor" who used the Yin Sheng Ni Liu method to control Zhao Liang.

But that doesn't appear to be the case right now.

The "previous emperor" was just a puppet...

Find the person who is manipulating everything behind the scenes, kill him, and that's it!

The speed at which the white fog spread gradually slowed down, as if it was fixed within that range. Now looking back, I can no longer see anything in the white fog.

The smoker breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was letting out a sigh of relief, he failed to inject his spiritual energy into the horse. The horse immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, let out a mournful wail, and fell down - the wild gallop just now had completely drained its vitality. If it weren't for the smoker, it would have died long ago.

The smoker rolled on the ground, brushed off the dirt on his body, exhaled, and stood up.

"Grandma's."

He cursed inwardly and continued running in the direction he sensed.

Time passed, and the white fog rolled like a sea of ​​clouds. The smoker had no idea what was happening inside.

He could only run wildly, running wildly.

Finally, the smoker stopped.

There is a teahouse on the official road ahead, and there is a person in the teahouse.

This man is not drinking tea, he is making tea.

The smoker walked over slowly.

"coming?"

The man in the teahouse raised his head and smiled at the smoker: "Soul Master Cang Yun... I have heard of your great name for a long time. I have always wanted to meet you, a man of great stature from a thousand years ago."

The smoker looked coldly at the man sitting in front of the stove adding tea and grinned: "It turned out to be you, Ning Baimei."

"it's me."

Ning Baimei smiled and pointed to the futon beside him: "Have a drink?"

The Smoker stared at him, not moving.

"Do you want to fight?"

Ning Baimei laughed: "The method of life and death is indeed very mysterious, almost touching the essence of Tao. Even Fu Qingzhou has not comprehended it, but you have comprehended it... But now you are indeed no match for me." "What do you want to talk to me about?"

The smoker tilted his head and pouted his lips as he said, "Let's talk about the cause and effect? ​​Let's talk about your dreams and great cause? Let's talk about your conspiracy and intrigue?"

"Let's talk about...your choice."

Ning Baimei chuckled and said, "When you forged the Heavenly Dao Sword, you also saw the cause and effect of everything from the sword. However, this cannot explain why you chose to stand on Fu Qingzhou's side and were even willing to use your life to help him."

The smoker paused, raising his eyebrows.

The tea is boiling.

Ning Baimei picked up the teapot and began to pour tea into the cup.

The smoker was silent for a moment, then walked into the teahouse and sat down at the tea table.

"Let's talk."

He said calmly: "My decision."

"I'm very curious. Can you tell me why you made this choice?" Ning Baimei smiled gently and pushed the teacup in front of the smoker.

The smoker picked up the teacup, looked at it for a moment, and said calmly, "What can I say? The way of heaven is sick and wants to overturn the whole world. I am also from this world. I want to save this world. What's the problem?"

"not like this."

Ning Baimei chuckled: "With your ability, it is not a problem to make the Heavenly Sword recognize its master. When you woke up on the grassland, you should have been able to survive the pursuit of the Yan Kingdom... Not to mention, after you met Fu Qingzhou, you had countless opportunities to seize his soul and replace him, and become the real Heavenly Sword."

"That way, you can also save this world."

As he spoke, he poured himself another cup of tea and watched the tea slowly pour into the cup, emitting steam.

The smoker spun the teacup in one hand without saying a word.

"Why, exactly?"

Ning Baimei asked softly, "What is so different about Fu Qingzhou that makes you want to save him at all costs? Not only your life, but even your expectations and aspirations in life, you are willing to give up?"

"So, what kind of answer do you want to hear?" The smoker raised his head and asked.

His eyes were sharp, his mouth wide open, and he said with a smile: "You want to hear about my life? Listen to me talk about my tragic or sad past? Listen to me, Fu Qingzhou is like an old friend of mine, and makes me feel soft-hearted?"

"Or do I have some obsession, some secret that is related to the Way of Heaven, the River Styx, or some grand and mysterious existence?"

Ning Baimei took a sip of tea and said, "Could it be, isn't it?"

"No."

The smoker put away his smile and said calmly, "If you insist on hearing the answer, I'll tell you."

"Because he is a good man."

"Good man?" Ning Baimei was slightly startled: "Because, he is a good man?"

"good."

The smoker said calmly, "He's a good man, he shouldn't die."

Ning Baimei looked straight into the eyes of the smoker, as if he wanted to see something strange in the other's eyes, but no matter how he looked, there was only frankness in the smoker's eyes.

"Perhaps you don't understand this truth."

The smoker sneered, "Then I'll change to something you can understand."

As he spoke, he crushed the teacup in his hand.

As the hot water splashed, he grabbed a piece of porcelain and ran it across his neck without hesitation.

Ning Baimei's eyes became solemn, but he still did not move.

Blood flowed out of the smoker's throat. His face became visibly gray and withered. His vitality was rapidly draining away and he was about to die.

But at the same time, a black smoke began to condense behind him!
The power of this black smoke was extremely strong, far exceeding the power of the smoker as a "living person". The aura continued to rise, and in a flash it broke through the cave sky and Xuanxing, and even continued to rise!
"I will take the initiative to give up my life, abandon the promising path of life and death cultivation, and instead integrate all my life into my soul..."

Ning Baimei looked at the increasingly thick black smoke in front of him and murmured, "Is it just to regain the Ninth Transformation of the Styx and become the most powerful ghost cultivator?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The smoker's arrogant and ferocious laughter came from the black smoke!
His body had collapsed onto the tea table, completely dead.

At the same time, the black smoke condensed into a solid entity, transforming into a figure wearing black armor and holding a halberd!

His face was clearer than any other time when he was in this state. He was an extremely domineering young man, with sharp eyebrows, tiger eyes like stars, and a smile that showed fearlessness of everything on his square and resolute face!

"My name is Cang Yun, the Soul Master of the Styx! First, it was the Divine Phoenix of Lingwu Mountain, and then the three great selfless beings of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. All the selfless gods in the world died under my sword! Ning Baimei, what are you worth!"

Cang Yun laughed wildly, swung his halberd, and pointed it at Ning Baimei: "Remember what I told you - bad guys should fucking die!"

(End of this chapter)