Journey to the West: Demon Emperor: Beginning as a Little Toad

Chapter 334 Purple Sword
Qinyuan Mountains and Pingfeng Mountains.

In the Pansi Cave, water curtains are like waterfalls and pearl curtains are hanging lightly.

In the courtyard of the immortal Pansi.

Under the impact of the explosion of the mysterious power in his body, Pansi Daxian has fallen into a coma.

She was wearing a thin purple dress, which was as light as mist, highlighting the delicateness and fairness of her skin. At this moment, Pansi Daxian was like a sleeping beauty, lying quietly on a bed carefully woven from hibiscus leaves.

Her face was beautiful and peaceful, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids. In her deep sleep, Pansi Daxian occasionally murmured in a low voice, uttering unclear dreams, as if she was telling the secrets deep in her heart.

Beside the Great Immortal Pan Si, Xiao Chen sat quietly, his expression solemn and focused.

At this time, Xiao Chen was tightly hugged and entangled by the Immortal Pansi, and he was holding the beauty in his arms.

But Xiao Chen was healing the wounds of the Great Immortal Pan Si at this moment, and the only thought in his mind was to save the Great Immortal Pan Si, so naturally he was not distracted.

Xiao Chen placed one hand on the upper abdomen of the Great Immortal Pan Si and continued to mobilize the Seven Treasures Magic Fire in his body to heal the Great Immortal Pan Si's injuries.

Simultaneously.

Xiao Chen placed his other hand gently on Pansi Daxian's pulse, closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the fluctuations of the mysterious power in her body.

Previously.

The Xuanming power in Pansi Daxian's body invaded Xiao Chen's body like a awakened violent beast, but the Xuanming power was injured by the true fire of the sun in Xiao Chen's body and was severely damaged. It lost its former arrogance and its strength was weakened by 50% to 60%.

At this time, the power of Xuanming could only shrink deep inside the body of Pansi Immortal and remain dormant temporarily.

However, Xiao Chen knew very well that this was only a temporary victory.

The power of Xuanming has been with the Great Immortal Pansi for countless tens of thousands of years and has long been deeply integrated into her flesh and blood. It has been accumulated for a long time and is like maggots attached to the bones, which is difficult to eradicate.

It not only corroded the body of Pansi Daxian, but also eroded her soul and foundation.

It even merged into one with the soul and Taoist foundation of the great immortal Pansi.

It is almost impossible to completely eradicate it.

Unless the ancestor witch Xuanming comes back to life and shows up in person, this power will always be a hidden danger to the great fairy Pansi.

But Xiao Chen did not give up.

Just as the scene described in Peach Blossom Spring:
"He walked into the cave. At first the path was narrow and barely passable. But after walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly opened up and turned into a plain."

at this time.

The same was true of Pansi Daxian’s injuries.

Without the obstruction of the mysterious power in the body of Pansi Daxian, everything went smoothly.

Now that all the obstacles are gone, he can just go in directly.

There is a smooth road ahead.

Xiao Chen used the Seven Treasures Magic Fire in his body to invade the body of the Great Immortal Pansi once again, and nursed the bones and body tissues that were torn apart by the power of Xuanming.

Under Xiao Chen's control, the Seven Treasures Magic Fire nourished every inch of Pansi Daxian's bones and meridians like a spring breeze and rain, allowing her injuries to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye.

at the same time.

Xiao Chen felt the chill from the Immortal Pansi in his arms, her delicate body shivering with cold.

then.

The true fire of the sun in his body burned again, transforming himself into a little sun and a little stove in winter.

Warming up the immortal Pan Si who was hugging him tightly.

As time passes quietly.

Under Xiao Chen's careful treatment, the physical injuries of the Great Immortal Pansi were gradually healed.

Her complexion turned from pale to rosy, and her breathing became more steady.

Inside the deep Pansi Cave.

Time seemed to stand still, and everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

It was getting late at this time.

The hibiscus leaves emitted a faint red light, like the afterglow of the setting sun, gently falling on the figures of Xiao Chen and Pansi Daxian who were tightly dependent on each other.

now.

Xiao Chen was concentrating on the Seven Treasures Magic Fire in the body of Pansi Great Immortal.

Physical healing is only the first step.

Next, he will face an even more arduous task - repairing the soul of Pansi Daxian.

This step is crucial and cannot be taken lightly.

The primordial spirit is the most fragile and precious existence for any practitioner.

It carries the memories, emotions, and essence of cultivation of the cultivator.

However, after a long struggle with the power of Xuanming, the soul of the Great Immortal Pansi had already become fragmented, as if it would be extinguished and turned into nothingness at any time.

Xiao Chen knew very well that restoring the primordial spirit was no easy task, especially given the current condition of the Great Immortal Pansi.

He had to be very careful, using the Seven Treasures Magic Fire to warm and nourish her spirit as if he were protecting a dying flower.

This consumption is huge, and it can be said to be an extreme challenge to his will and endurance.

If there was even the slightest mistake, the Immortal Pansi might die on the spot.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and immersed all his mind in the Seven Treasures Wonderful Fire.

The Seven Treasures Magic Fire transformed into tiny streams of fire, slowly seeping into the soul of the Pansi Immortal like a trickle of water.

The fire was warm and gentle, carrying healing power, and began to flow through her broken soul.

These streams of fire were like warm spring breezes, gently brushing across every corner of her soul, bringing vitality.

Xiao Chen's mind went deeper along with the flow of fire. He felt the pain and struggle in the soul of the Great Immortal Pan Si, and also felt her tenacity and indomitable spirit.

He used his own cultivation and will to guide the Seven Treasures Magic Fire to travel through the soul of the Great Immortal Pansi, repairing every damage and warming every cold corner.

At this moment, time seems to be extremely long, and every second is full of challenges.

If you are not careful, your soul will be scattered.

Xiao Chen did not dare to relax at all. He concentrated on sensing the changes in the spirit of the Great Immortal Pan Si, and used the Seven Treasures Magic Fire to repair her damaged soul bit by bit.

at last.

With Xiao Chen's unremitting efforts, subtle changes began to appear in the soul of Pansi Immortal.

Her originally dim and fragmented soul gradually emitted a faint light.

It's like a flower that is about to wither, but after being watered by rain and dew, it blooms with some vitality again.

at this time.

Xiao Chen felt that the Immortal Pansi, whom he was hugging tightly in his arms, was gradually becoming warmer.

Her body temperature gradually began to warm up.

The original ice beauty gradually melted.

At this moment, the Great Fairy Pansi turned into a soft and warm existence in his arms, just like soft, fragrant and warm jade.

At this time.

Under Xiao Chen's careful treatment, Pansi Daxian's physical injuries have healed, and her spiritual injuries have also mostly healed.

It was just that the Taoist foundation of Pansi Immortal was injured, and the five energies in his chest and the three flowers on the top of his head had been completely corroded by the power of Xuanming.

The Golden Immortal's luck was also gradually fading under the erosion of the Xuanming power, like a lamp swaying in the wind and about to go out.

This injury to the foundation of the Tao cannot be healed by the Seven Treasures Magic Fire.

Damage to the foundation of the Tao is like rowing against the current; once damaged, it is difficult to reverse.

Moreover, as time goes by, this damage will only become more and more serious until Pansi Daxian is completely devoured.

If there is no solution to this problem.

The death of Pansi Immortal and his complete demise were inevitable.

And now.

Although the power of Xuanming was severely damaged by the true fire of the sun and was temporarily dormant, it had already merged with the Great Immortal Pansi, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, ready to erupt again at any time.

Xiao Chen knew that the next outbreak would be more violent and more deadly.

Looking at the Pansi Immortal in his arms.

"Hey……"

Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh.

There is nothing we can do right now.

All he could do now was to try his best to prolong the life of the Great Fairy Pansi so that she would suffer less torture and pain in the remaining time.

For seriously ill people, treatment needs to be gradual and quick.

Xiao Chen was well aware of this. He knew that for a seriously injured person like Pan Si Daxian, the initial treatment must be gentle. He must first warm the body, wait for the internal organs to be harmonized and the body to be at ease, and then gradually deepen the treatment.

The physical injuries of the Great Immortal Pansi have all healed.

But the injury to Pansi Daxian's soul cannot be healed in one go.

At this time, Pan Si Daxian's body temperature had returned to normal, and her originally cold body became soft and warm in Xiao Chen's warm embrace.

then.

Xiao Chen withdrew his hand.

At the same time, Xiao Chen used his internal energy to summon the Seven Treasures Magic Fire and gently took his heart back from the body of Pansi Daxian.

The Precious Lotus Lantern merged with his heart.

This seven-treasure wonderful fire is naturally the fire of his heart.

In a dark and quiet bedroom.

A faint ray of light shined through the window and onto the bed.

Her long eyelashes trembled gently like the wings of a butterfly, and Pansi Fairy slowly opened her deep eyes.

When she first woke up, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she had not yet completely escaped from the dream.

But clarity soon returned.

When she gradually woke up and realized that she was hugging Xiao Chen tightly and lying quietly in his arms, an alluring blush appeared on her delicate face.

This blush was like the glow of the early morning sun, adding a bit of charm and shyness to her, making her already beautiful face even more attractive.

Obviously, the words "We, the children of the demon clan, are not particular about trivial matters" were said to appease Xiao Chen.

After all, she is still a woman, and her heart is not as calm as she appears on the surface.

Especially at this warm moment, the tenderness and shyness in her heart were infinitely magnified.

The blush looked particularly attractive in the dim bedroom.

just.

However, no one appreciated the charming blush on the pretty face of Pansi Fairy.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was fully devoting himself to practicing Qigong and regulating his breathing to recover from the energy consumed in previous healing.

He had used up a lot of energy to heal Pansi Immortal, so he had no time to care about anything else.

The Great Immortal Pansi glanced at Xiao Chen lightly.

Xiao Chen's forehead was covered with beads of sweat and his face looked slightly pale. It was obvious that this healing process was very exhausting and not easy for him.

Seeing this, a soft light flashed in the eyes of Pansi Daxian.

She carefully loosened her arms that were hugging Xiao Chen, fearing that her actions would disturb him. Her delicacy and thoughtfulness fully demonstrated her inner tenderness at the moment.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Pansi Daxian's chest rose and fell, and her heartbeat accelerated, beating violently like a drum.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm her inner turmoil.

After calming down, Pansi Daxian's face regained its composure.

The alluring blush also faded away.

After all, she is an ancient demon god who has experienced life and death, not one of those shy little girls.

The Great Immortal Pansi was tortured by the power of Xuanming for a long time. The ever-present pain was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting her will and soul.

And so on.

The immortal Pansi was exhausted both physically and mentally.

And at this moment, when the long-lost feeling of pleasure and relaxation came from deep within the body.

The immortal Pansi seemed to see the dawn of light in the darkness.

The feeling was so precious that she could hardly believe it was real.

She closed her eyes, quietly feeling the hard-earned peace, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only her and her inner peace.

"Um……"

The fairy Pansi exhaled lightly, and her sickly look disappeared, and her complexion gradually returned to its rosy color.

The pair of beautiful eyes that had seemed dim due to pain now regained their former brilliance and looked full of spirit.

Her body was like a flower that had been dry for a long time and finally received a rain. With the nourishment of the rain and dew, it regained its vitality and vigor.

In this quiet and warm moment.

Xiao Chen felt the slight movement of Pansi Daxian. He slowly stopped practicing his energy and opened his eyes, with some fatigue still remaining on his face.

"Senior Pansi, you're awake."

Xiao Chen stood up and saluted, speaking with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Thank you, little Jinjiao."

"Your healing method is indeed effective."

The Great Fairy Pansi smiled sweetly, her voice was soft and full of gratitude, her lively eyes fixed on Xiao Chen as she thanked him.

"Golden Horn is ashamed."

"Senior, you have helped me a lot before, but now I am powerless to help you because of the injury to your foundation."

A trace of guilt flashed across Xiao Chen's face and he sighed.

"It doesn't matter."

"I know my own injuries."

"That's enough."

However, Pansi Daxian gently shook his head and smiled with a relieved tone.

Xiao Chen felt mixed emotions when he heard this and remained silent.

This... there is no other way. This is just like in the previous life. For those who are seriously ill and have no cure, their quality of life can be guaranteed.

Let them go more peacefully and with more dignity.

It is already the greatest effort.

However, this Pansi Fairy is also a very open-minded woman, and she doesn't seem to have any worries.

"Then I will come back to treat you next time."

Xiao Chen bowed and saluted.

"Okay, Xiao Jinjiao, thank you for your help."

Pansi Daxian responded with a smile.

After all, it is good to be able to pass away peacefully.

No one is a masochist who wants to live in pain and torture every day.

"Senior Pansi, you once helped me."

"This is what I should do."

Xiao Chen bowed again.

The job is done.

Xiao Chen said goodbye to the Great Immortal Pansi and walked out of the Great Immortal Pansi's courtyard.

Walking out of the courtyard, Xiao Chen's eyes fell on the hibiscus tree.

The hibiscus flowers were in full bloom, brilliant and warm, as if bidding farewell to his departure, expressing their blessings and reluctance to Xiao Chen in their most beautiful posture.

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness and the fragrance of flowers.

A red hibiscus leaf gently fell, like a dancing butterfly, and landed right in front of Xiao Chen.

"Hibiscus leaves..."

Xiao Chen chuckled and reached out to take the hibiscus leaf.

His fingers gently stroked the texture of the hibiscus leaves, as if he could feel some special memories and blessings contained in the hibiscus leaves.

then.

He stared for a moment, put away the hibiscus leaf, then strode out of the Pansi Cave, and his figure gradually disappeared at the cave entrance.

……

Xiao Chen's figure gradually moved away and finally disappeared into the depths of the Pansidian Cave, leaving behind only tranquility and emptiness, as if even the air had solidified.

After Xiao Chen left.

The fairy Pansi slowly stood up, walked to the bed, gently bent down, and touched the secret compartment under the bed with her fingers.

With a slight "click" sound.

The secret compartment slowly opened, revealing a sword with a faint purple glow.

The blade of this sword glows with a faint purple light, while the tip of the sword is a hint of green, like a perfect fusion of the elegance of mountains and rivers and the depth of the sea.

It was her personal sword: "Purple and Green Sword".

This purple-green sword is extremely sharp and indestructible. It is absolutely extraordinary and contains extremely high spirituality and special power.

But to her, this purple sword is not just a sword, it also has some special meaning.

The Purple Sword is the most important thing to her, carrying countless precious memories and some special emotions.

When are spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

When people are about to die, they always tend to recall the past.

The immortal Pansi was wearing a purple fairy dress, tightly grasping the purple-green sword that had accompanied her for countless years, and slowly walked under the Fusang tree.

It is true: "When a man is about to die, his words are kind; when a bird is about to die, its cry is sad; when its master is about to die, the tree also cries sadly."

The leaves of the hibiscus tree swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, like a whisper, or a sigh, or singing the last elegy for the fairy Pansi.

The Great Immortal Pansi gently stroked the blade of the Purple-Green Sword, and the cold touch of the metal made her feel a little warm.

Since her injuries became more serious, she has been unable to move and rarely practices swordplay.

this moment.

She suddenly wanted to dance with a sword.

The purple-green sword seemed to sense her emotions, and the sword light flickered slightly, as if responding to her thoughts.

suddenly.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, the purple Liuxian skirt moved lightly, like a purple butterfly dancing in the air.

The fairy Pansi began to dance with a sword under the Fusang tree.

Her movements were smooth and graceful. The purple-blue sword light drew brilliant tracks in the air, interweaving with the hibiscus leaves falling in the wind, forming a magnificent picture.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the interweaving of sword light and leaf shadows, and the graceful figure of Pansi Daxian.

The beauty dancing with sword is so beautiful, it is exactly:

"The dancing is like a fairy, and the sword light is shining, reflecting the beauty."

The wind gradually grew stronger, and the hibiscus leaves fell like raindrops, fluttering down on her body.

The sword also trembled slightly in the wind, as if expressing the feeling of parting for this story that was about to end.

The fairy Pansi slowly raised her head while dancing, her eyes fell on the blooming hibiscus flowers, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

"Hibiscus, Hibiscus, you are blooming again..."

She whispered softly, as if saying goodbye to the past.

Just then, a hibiscus flower gently fell.

A purple-blue sword light flashed.

The immortal Pansi took a hibiscus flower with the purple sword in her hand, picked it gently and held it in her hand.

She gazed at the hibiscus flower, and the gorgeous petals seemed to evoke memories deep in her heart.

She still remembered that the hibiscus flowers in the demon court were also so beautiful and full of vitality.

however.

With the fall of the Demon Court, the Fusang tree that symbolized the glory of the Demon Court was also destroyed in the war between the wizard and the demon.

The immortal Pansi leaned gently against the trunk of the Fusang tree and closed her eyes, as if she could feel the distant call coming from the breeze.

She knew that she was about to die.

that person……

She probably won't be able to wait for that person anymore.

And the memories of the purple sword flooded into her mind like a tide.

The past is like smoke, and the former glory and desolation of the ancient demon court have gradually become blurred with the passage of time.

Only the purple sword in his hand remained the same as before, the sword light was sharp, as if it could cut off all troubles.

It is:

"The purple-green sword shines on Fusang, and the past is like a dream."

(End of this chapter)