We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 266 Perhaps after she dies, you'll slowly get used to it (4000 words)
With a flash of light, a blade swept across.

A man dressed in a long black robe rushed out from the bottom of the mountain.

In the next instant, the black blade landed in front of "Ding Jingyi".

"sulfuric acid!"

Ding Jingyi raised his longsword to parry.

The sound of weapons clashing echoed through the mountains of Wandao Sect.

"Ok?"

Soon, Ding Jingyi realized something was wrong.

This longsword was not the fourth-grade magic weapon that Xiao Mo had just held, but a celestial weapon.

"boom!"

With a powerful chop, "Ding Jingyi" smashed the top of a mountain into pieces like a meteorite.

As "Ding Jingyi" got up, Xiao Mo once again gripped his longsword and slashed down.

Ding Jingyi dared not take the hit head-on and could only dodge to the side.

Xiao Mo's domineering sword energy, mixed with blood energy, directly broke a hole in the Wan Dao Sect's protective formation.

Ding Jingyi frowned; this was the first time since she woke up that she felt she needed to take things seriously.

Xiao Mo took a step forward and slashed down with his sword again.

His every strike was incredibly fast, and each strike was heavier than the last.

Ding Jingyi felt as if Xiao Mo was holding not a knife, but Mount Buzhou, which was being smashed against him again and again.

In fact, for cultivators, no matter what weapon they use, it is a way to amplify their own abilities.

same.

For a weapon to be effective, a cultivator must have sufficient ability to bring its capabilities to their fullest potential.

This requires considering the compatibility between cultivators and weapons.

This is what is commonly referred to as "handy".

Only when both parties are compatible can the effect of one plus one be greater than two.

Therefore, it is not easy for a cultivator to find a weapon of sufficient quality and suitable for their hands.

If found, most cultivators would choose to refine it into their own natal magic weapon.

Now, in Ding Jingyi's view, Xiao Mo has found such a weapon.

This celestial weapon is extremely domineering; it's practically born for slaughter.

Under its influence, Xiao Mo's Blood Demon Blade Technique and domineering baleful aura were brought to their fullest potential.

Xiao Mo himself is strong enough to use this immortal weapon without any restrictions.

Furthermore, the spirit within the immortal weapon completely obeyed Xiao Mo, assisting him in every attack, and was practically of one mind with him.

Just as Ding Jingyi was so shocked that his hands went numb and he was even finding it difficult to defend himself.

Ding Jingyi's gaze accidentally met Xiao Mo's.

Circles of Dao patterns appeared in Xiao Mo's eyes.

"Oops."

Ding Jingyi sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

His consciousness gradually sank, and he felt his body slipping out of his control.

But in the blink of an eye, "Ding Jingyi" broke free from Xiao Mo's illusion.

However, in this short period of time, Xiao Mo's "Blood Prison" and "Heaven and Earth Crimson" had already begun.

Ding Jingyi was completely trapped in a blood-red prison filled with malevolent energy, with blood-red chains binding his hands and feet.

Xiao Mo stood in front of "Ding Jingyi" with his long sword raised.

The black and red aura condensed once again on Xiao Mo's blade.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles centered on Xiao Mo, the world turned black and white once again, with only Xiao Mo and the long sword in his hand showing a unique difference in color.

The final move of the Blood Demon Blade Technique – Heaven Opening.

This strike embodies everything Xiao Mo possesses.

Cut it off with one knife.

The land for a hundred miles behind Ding Jingyi was carved out by Xiao Mo, and all the mountains and rivers along the way were cut in half.

The frenzied sword energy spread for thousands of miles.

Whether human, demon, or beast.

The moment they sensed Xiao Mo's sword aura, they all trembled as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

The sword energy dissipated.

Ding Jingyi was also split in two.

Ding Jingyi lowered his head, watching his body gradually turn into a blood mist, then raised his head to look at Xiao Mo. His eyes did not show the despair of being on the verge of death, but only anger towards Xiao Mo.

"Xiao Mo, you couldn't kill me before, and you certainly can't kill me now."

He spoke coldly.

"Just wait, no matter how long it takes, whether it's a thousand years or ten thousand years, one day I will kill you with my own hands!"

As His words fell, Ding Jingyi's body completely turned into a blood mist and dissipated. The golden light that had previously flowed into Ding Jingyi's body returned to the stone statue.

The stone statue has cracks, just like porcelain.

The stone statue seemed to have been weathered, turning into lime and dissipating into the air.

"He won? Xiao Mo really won?!"

Qingyuan stared blankly at Xiao Mo standing in the air, her eyes filled with disbelief, wondering if she was dreaming.

Even Qingyuan, who was over three thousand years old, was so happy that she almost jumped up.

Meanwhile, the cultivators in Xia Kong who sided with Ding Jingyi had extremely complex feelings.

They initially had great confidence in their sect leader, believing that he could seize the power of the gods and enter the legendary lost second realm.

After all, that deity had been sealed for so many years and was extremely weak, while their sect leader was at the peak of the Ascension Realm and had even absorbed the fortune of the Myriad Paths Sect.

Unexpectedly, their own sect leader was possessed by that deity.

If that's the case, then so be it. This deity has just been resurrected and is all alone. If He wants to do something in this world, He will definitely need some people to help Him.

They were also very willing and honored to become the gods' lackeys.

But in the end, that god was actually killed by Xiao Mo.
The man who killed God
Even if this god is flawed and incomplete, he is still a god.

To date, the only god-slaying men they know of exist in ancient legends.
On the other side, Xiao Mo flew down towards Qing Yuan and placed "Danmo" in front of Xue Kui.

Qingyuan immediately chanted an incantation, and the Soul-Binding Jade emitted light.

Guided by the light, the Blood Demon's Yang Spirit returned to its rightful place.

However, Xue Kui did not wake up but fell into a coma.

"Let's go back to Yexue Peak first," Qingyuan said to Xiao Mo.

"it is good."

Xiao Mo nodded, picked up Xue Kui, and stepped into the air towards Ye Xue Peak.

Xia Kong and some other cultivators with ulterior motives sensed Xiao Mo's faint aura and stared intently at the immortal weapon in his hand.

They admitted that Xiao Mo was indeed very strong, strong enough to make all the cultivators in the world question their existence, strong enough to kill a god.

But Xiao Mo is now at his last gasp, and this is the best opportunity to kill him.

As long as Xiao Mo is killed, not only will he be able to obtain the immortal weapon, but after Xiao Mo's death, everything about the Myriad Dao Sect will be much easier to discuss.

If Xiao Mo doesn't die, once he recovers, not only will the Myriad Paths Sect have no place for them to stand, but Xiao Mo, being such a vengeful person, might even hunt them down to the ends of the earth.

Xia Kong and the other cultivators exchanged glances, already preparing to make their move. But just then, Xiao Mo raised his head and glanced at them.

With just one glance, Xia Kong and the others felt a bone-chilling cold from head to toe. Their breathing even became weaker, and their heartbeats accelerated.

Even though they knew they could kill Xiao Mo right now, fear prevented them from taking a single step forward.

Just then, Si Li flew out from Wanhua Peak, holding a short sword, and stood in front of Xiao Mo.

The hall master of Rakshasa Hall, the peak master of Guiyun Peak, and other hall masters, peak masters, and elders also stood in front of Xiao Mo, staring intently at Xia Kong and the others.

Xia Kong and the others' brows twitched.

They've already chosen sides.

With these old things protecting him, there's no way he could succeed!
"let's go!"

Xia Kong shouted to his colleagues and was the first to fly out of the Wan Dao Sect.

Other cultivators followed suit.

After Xia Kong and the others left, Xiao Mo looked at the elders, hall masters, and peak masters standing in front of him and memorized them one by one.

Back at Yexue Peak, Xiao Mo placed Xue Kui on the bed.

Qingyuan immediately took Xue Kui's pulse, then opened the scroll-like needle sheath to perform acupuncture on Xue Kui and fed him various pills.

Finally, Qingyuan pulled Xuekui up, sat cross-legged behind her, and used her spiritual power to heal Xuekui's injuries.

Xiao Mo could only wait by his master's pale face.

Everyone has their own expertise. Sister Qingyuan is not only a Mohist cultivator, but also a medical cultivator, and she is extremely accomplished in both fields.

An hour later, Qingyuan opened her eyes; her back was soaked with sweat.

Qingyuan wiped the sweat from her cheeks and lowered her legs from the bed.

"Sister Qingyuan, how is Xue Kui?" Xiao Mo asked.

Qingyuan shook her head, her expression extremely complicated and disappointed: "Try channeling your blood energy into your master's Tianming acupoint, and you'll know."

Xiao Mo stepped forward and channeled his own blood-fiend energy into Xue Kui's Tianming acupoint.

Soon, Xiao Mo realized something was wrong.

In Xiao Mo's view, although Xue Kui's life fire was weak, it was only because of his injuries.

After Qingyuan's treatment, the injury should have stabilized.

However, Xiao Mo noticed that Xue Kui's life flame was still slowly dying out.

It was obvious that Xue Kui's body had long been in serious trouble.

"Sister Qingyuan, what happened?" Xiao Mo looked up at Qingyuan. "Is she so badly injured this time?"

"Sigh," Qingyuan sighed, "It's not that this injury is more serious, but the one from last time."

Qingyuan looked at Xue Kui lying on the bed and continued speaking.

"Although your master's talent is not as good as yours, it is still rare in the world. She is a genius that is only seen once in ten thousand years. For her, the Ascension Realm is just a piece of cake."

In fact, most people believe that your master will be the next sect leader of the Myriad Paths Sect.

But three thousand years ago, your master was injured once.

Three thousand years ago?

Xiao Mo frowned, recalling what the Black Dragon Sect Master had said to him back then.

When the Black Dragon Sect Master learned that he was Xue Kui's disciple, his first question was about his master's injuries.

However, Roger, the leader of the Black Dragon Sect, did not elaborate.

He only mentioned it briefly, then, as if realizing something, he changed the subject to the Chaos Scroll.

"Yes, three thousand years ago, your master was searching for the whereabouts of your grandmaster."

You may not know that your master is an orphan.

Your grandmaster carried your master up the mountain when she was three years old.

For Xue Kui, Senior Zhou was like a mother.

At that time, your master accidentally entered a forbidden area, and his innate bones and spiritual veins were almost completely destroyed.

Fortunately, your master returned to the sect safely.

After that, your master practiced a forbidden technique, sacrificing his own path to immortality and giving up the possibility of reaching the Ascension Realm, in order to forcibly prolong his life.

If it weren't for this great war, your master would only have fifty years left to live.

This time, she was seriously injured again, triggering her hidden ailment, and the Blood Demon...

As she spoke, Qingyuan gently bit her thin lips, her eyes glistening with tears.

Even if Qingyuan didn't say it, Xiao Mo knew what she meant.

Looking at Xue Kui lying on the bed, Xiao Mo remained silent for a long time.

"I'll go get her some medicine and see if that helps."

Qingyuan wanted to ask if she could have a few more days to live, but when she tried to say it, a bitter taste came out of her mouth.

She wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, unsure of what to say.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Qingyuan. I'll take care of her from now on," Xiao Mo said slowly.

"Hmm," Qingyuan glanced at Xue Kui, then turned and walked out of the room.

Xiao Mo sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the woman lying on the bed.

"Young man, I like you very much. From now on, you are my apprentice. What's your name?"

"Remember this: if anyone kills you within these two realms, you're responsible. But outside these two realms, I'll take care of you."

"Hey kid, wanna drink?"

"Reading books? I do read books. Who said the Imperial Uncle isn't a book?"

"Oh dear, this is too much trouble. From now on, all matters concerning Yexue Peak will be decided by you."

"A Daoist partner? There is no man in this world who is worthy of me. However, if you were my age, I might have actually taken a liking to you when I was young."

"Honestly, you've never called me 'Master' even once."

"Quickly, quickly, call out 'Master' so I can hear it! Hurry, hurry!"

Looking at her, Xiao Mo's mind kept replaying the scenes from his encounter with Xue Kui.

In Xiao Mo's heart, she did not resemble a master.

Yet it was this very master who helped me have a reasonably good childhood.

This was the kind of master who, even when he was "running rampant" in the Myriad Paths Sect, always stood behind him without any apparent reason.

This is the kind of master who would rather sacrifice his soul and give up reincarnation to forge a celestial weapon for himself.

Xiao Mo shook his head, pulling his thoughts back from his memories.

He stood up and tucked the blanket around Xue Kui.

Just then, Xue Kui's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, her carefree gaze meeting Xiao Mo's.

"What's wrong? You look a little unhappy, kid?" Xue Kui's bloodless lips curled up slightly. "What's on your mind? Let me help you clear your mind."

"It's nothing." Xiao Mo sat back down in his chair. "It's just that someone is going to die, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

“I see,” Xue Kui nodded, lying on the bed. “There’s really nothing we can do about it, but perhaps you’ll get used to it after she dies.”

Xiao Mo: "."

"But."

Xue Kui reached out and gently touched Xiao Mo's brow with his fair fingertips.

"That dying woman doesn't want to lie in bed waiting to die; she wants to go out for a walk. Silly boy, would you like to go with her?"

(End of this chapter)