Tianwei Chapter 347 Dust (2)

Mr. Liao said that he could help me get a new body, but this was naturally rejected.

It wasn't that I didn't trust him, but I suddenly felt that cloned bodies were a bit disgusting. That's when I understood why the old Taoists were so disdainful of clones. If it's not your own, no matter how similar it is, it won't be yours.

The people on the top of the mountain started a discussion about how to get my body back. According to Gamu's idea, they should find her directly, beat her half to death, throw her into the ditch by the collar and bury her, and then get my body back quickly.

This is a method that is almost a dream, but to be frank... it's a bit stupid.

We are definitely not going to win. Her performance in the underworld was enough to shock the world. Even Wei Qingcang didn't dare to say anything big at this moment.

Mr. Liao was very cautious. He just listened and didn't speak.

We didn't consider him as one of our own, so we just let him go. It's a pity that Liao Xian'er is such a great helper, but even she is a little afraid of that strange attack method.

After a long discussion, no conclusion was reached.

Mr. Liao didn't have much patience to wait, he just said a few perfunctory words and then left. Fortunately, Liao Xian'er was still there.

In the world of will, the image of Liao Xian'er I saw was a little blurry. She was like a pool of water that was constantly blown by the wind. You could see her figure, but she was always in a state of turbulence.

One could not feel the vigorous blood energy of ordinary people from her, as if all the blood energy was restrained in her body.

I have actually always been very curious about her, because Mr. Liao once said that she was also sealed in a stone before, and then she was reborn, but she lost her previous memories.

Liao Xianer's power is related to witches.

In other words, she is very likely a legendary figure that we are familiar with. How can you not be curious when such a living myth stands in front of you?

Moreover, we got along very well during the time in Nanjing. But later, because of Mr. Liao, many changes took place.

Are you really willing to help him like this? I sent a thought to Liao Xianer.

Her face was calm and she replied: He has raised me for many years and he should be rewarded.

But this is not a reason for you to help him. In my opinion, he may not be able to help you get back your past.

Would you like to go back to the past? She suddenly asked back.

I groaned, then remembered my junior brother's identity and said: There are some pasts that it is better not to go back to.

Yes... some things in the past are better left unrecovered, she said.

These words full of emotion made people suspicious. I suddenly felt that perhaps at some time unknown to us, she had already known the past. It was just that the past made her confused and even made her feel disgusted, so she kept following Mr. Liao, even though she knew that what she was going to do would hurt others.

Do you already know your past? I asked curiously.

She was silent, then slowly raised her head and looked at Fanran: Do you think she will hate me? Can we... still be like before?

This question is really difficult to answer. Fanran has a very strong personality. Once she holds a grudge against someone, she may not forget it for a long, long time. Just like the misunderstanding between the Taoist priest and the old woman, she has been hating them for more than 20 years. If the Taoist priest had not sacrificed his life for justice many times , the relationship between the two would probably not have been eased until now.

But then again, although Liao Xian'er was unfair to us, what she did was not too cruel. Back in Kunlun Mountain, Grandpa Shi said that if she had not held back, Master Jiao would not have only had his dragon bone broken, but would have died on the spot.

So, Fanran was able to reconcile with the Taoist priest, but what about Liao Xianer?

This answer should not be given by me. If you want to go back to the past, you should do it yourself. I said.

Liao Xianer hummed lightly and didn't say anything else.

At this time, the phantom of Nuwa entrenched in Zhonghuang Mountain suddenly shook violently.

A black light surged out from under her body, spreading rapidly to dozens of miles around like a sea. In the black sea, a person walked out.

He was wearing armor, holding a sword, with disheveled hair. A hint of red aura emanated from his body.

The eyes formed by his will can see much more clearly than normal people. I saw him raise his right hand high, holding something in his palm, and opening his mouth to drink.

I quickly concentrated my ears again, trying to hear what he was saying.

On the black ocean that completely submerged Zhonghuang Mountain, the man stepped on the waves, looked up to the sky and shouted four words: The King of Qin has ordered!

Only then did I see clearly that what he was holding in his hand was actually a bronze tiger talisman.

Zhonghuang Mountain...Tiger Tally...King of Qin?

Just as I was surprised, I saw black waves rolling and countless figures emerged from below in the blink of an eye.

After that person shouted, a man in armor and holding weapons rose from the bottom of the sea and responded loudly: Here!

Kill! The man held the tiger talisman in his hand and pointed it at the shadow of Nuwa.

The soldiers responded and rushed towards the shadow of Nuwa.

Such a huge shadow, just looking up at it, is enough to make people afraid. However, they ran without noticing anything, and fiercely stabbed the "enemy" in front of them with the weapons in their hands.

Kill! The man who gave the order put down the tiger talisman, drew the weapon from his waist, and pounced on Nuwa.

A dazzling black light was emitted from everyone's body. Liao Xian'er looked over there and uttered a sound of surprise.

I quickly asked: What's wrong?

Those people have witchcraft and a heavy smell of death, she replied.

Witch power? Dead air?

I knew immediately that my guess was correct.

The one holding the tiger talisman and giving the order was none other than Bai Qi, the God of Killing who was killed by Wu before! And those who attacked Nuwa fearlessly were none other than the three thousand armored warriors who were killed by many practitioners.

But now, Bai Qi was resurrected, and the three thousand shattered soldiers were also resurrected. They were gathered together by a strange force and attacked Nuwa's phantom together.

Logically speaking, a mere mortal, even if he was resurrected from the dead, would not be able to harm Nuwa's phantom. Moreover, there was an imperial platform beside Nuwa.

But what was surprising was that the hazy air around Nuwa was actually cut off by those soldiers. The imperial platform suspended in the sky shook for a while, and it seemed to be about to fall.

At this time, Bai Qi appeared.

The black light on his body had almost solidified, and the bronze armor was now completely stained black. The pure air around Nuwa collided with him, making a constant sizzling sound.

The imperial platform continued to sway in the sky and began to slowly fall. According to its descending trend, when it reached the ground, all three thousand soldiers would be suppressed.

However, no one retreated. These pre-Qin soldiers who were neither human nor ghost had no idea whether they were alive or dead. I could see the excitement on their faces, a kind of fanaticism.

Are they...really alive? I was in doubt.

It was speculated earlier that the reason why she and the witch doctor were suppressed by the emperor was that they wanted to rely on the Zhonghuang Mountain, which had various secrets, to break the shadow of Nuwa and achieve the ultimate goal of making heaven and earth overlap.

But, can it be accomplished by these three thousand soldiers?

Although Bai Qi was called the God of Killing 2,000 years ago, that was only for mortals. Nuwa is a god, can Bai Qi kill her?

Obviously impossible!

The old Taoist priest and Wei Qingcang and the others had already gathered together, all staring at Zhonghuang Mountain intently.

Hey, where is that person? Wei Qingcang was the first to speak.

I transmitted what I saw to them through my thoughts and shared the entire vision. After seeing what happened near Zhonghuang Mountain, everyone exclaimed. After all, what happened before their eyes was too weird. The old Taoist was the first to react and asked with some doubt: Are those people the Qin soldiers who died in the mountain?

I nodded and said: It should be.

Weren't they destroyed long ago?

The power of witches can revive everything, just like the Five Classics can restore everything through the fragments of heaven and earth, witches also have the same ability. Liao Xianer explained.

So amazing? She subconsciously asked, but she immediately realized that she was talking to Liao Xianer. Her face darkened slightly, and she closed her mouth and stopped talking.

Liao Xianer glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and sighed barely audible.

It is easy to feel sympathy for this confused woman. However, my attention is now mostly focused on Zhonghuang Mountain, because an unimaginable scene happened there.

The black lights on the three thousand soldiers suddenly connected together. The light on their bodies became deeper and deeper, as if it could absorb everything. The light grew higher and higher, gradually reaching hundreds of meters high, which was close to half the height of Zhonghuang Mountain.

When the God of Death Bai Qi also merged into it, the black light began to gradually converge, and a huge human figure stood there.

He was wearing black armor and holding a black sword, and his appearance was exactly the same as Bai Qi.

When the black light completely disappeared, a pair of blood-red eyes opened, and a roar resounded through the world: The King of Qin has ordered! Kill!

The giant formed by the fusion of three thousand armored soldiers and Bai Qi raised his long sword and leaped with all his might. This leap was actually more than a thousand meters high. The emperor's platform that fell from the sky was also jumped over by it. The giant grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, swung it violently, and slashed fiercely on the shadow of Nuwa.

The sword broke through countless pure air, and Nuwa's shadow trembled, swaying like light and shadow. The green light on the imperial platform spread out in wisps and rolled towards the giant.

There was no need to describe the power of the Emperor's Platform in detail. At the beginning, a single ray of light had already sent the Divine Doctor flying backwards. But now, the light emitted was more than a hundred rays.

The giant who was hacking hard at the shadow of Nuwa in the sky suddenly stopped moving after being surrounded by green light.

But at this time, I saw a heart-wrenching scene.

Two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from the giant's blood-red eyes. The blood and tears flowed from his eye sockets and flowed down his nose. A deep sense of sorrow emanated from him uncontrollably.

“King of Qin… King of Qin!” the giant shouted to the sky, his voice full of sorrow and resentment.

Two thousand years of waiting, two thousand years of disappointment. Who can understand their feelings of waiting in the mountains for decades with full of passion? Who can understand their sadness of waiting from the prime of life to the point where they could no longer hold their weapons, until their hair turned grey, and they could only die of old age in the mountains.

From expectation to disappointment, and then to despair, who can endure decades of torment?

I suddenly remembered that when the witch doctor resurrected three thousand soldiers from the belly of the mountain, all the bones were there.

What does this indicate?

This means that no one will leave even until death.

Everyone was waiting faithfully for the order, waiting for the person who ordered them to hide here to appear.

Two thousand years have passed, the warriors of the past have turned into bones, and now the bones are resurrected again. Their sorrow and resentment have completely erupted.

King Qin… King Qin! The giant roared and struggled hard, bleeding more and more, but he could not break free from the shackles of the imperial throne.

At the end, he suddenly became quiet.

I saw him kneel down in the bondage of the green light, kowtow to the north, and a buzzing sound came from his lowered head, as if countless people were speaking at the same time: We are incompetent and ashamed of the King of Qin. We are incompetent and ashamed of the Great Qin. We are incompetent... and ashamed of the people of Qin...

As he spoke, his body gradually dispersed and transformed into countless black mists, surrounding the shadow of Nuwa.

A gust of wind blew, the buzzing voices dissipated, the three thousand soldiers disappeared, and Bai Qi disappeared.

I know that this time they are really gone. Even if the witch has supernatural powers, he cannot bring them back to life.

A small object fell from the black fog. I glanced at it subconsciously and saw that it was a bronze tiger talisman. It was a little dim, perhaps, just like those lost Qin soldiers.

Two thousand years of waiting only resulted in such a speechless ending.

At this time, the black fog suddenly exploded like a lit firecracker. Large tracts of pure air were corroded and cleared away. Not long after, the pure air around Nuwa's phantom was swept away.

The shadow exposed to the air exudes a charming luster. But gradually, this luster begins to disappear, just like oxidized copper and iron, no longer as beautiful as before.

It turns out that the real purpose of these three thousand armored warriors is to make Nuwa's phantom lose the protection of the pure energy...

I was a little dazed as I watched, because at the same time I thought of the Pillars of Heaven and Earth.

Legend has it that the pillar of heaven was broken by Gonggong, and the new pillar was erected by Nuwa. I saw in the Yellow Spring that the pillars of heaven and earth would be eroded by the energy of the five elements.

So, will Nuwa be like this too?

Very likely!

That layer of clear air must be a means of isolating the energy of the five elements, but now it has been broken.

Zhonghuang Mountain began to shake, as if it was about to collapse. A large amount of black gas surged out from the ground, gradually covering the sky and the sun. The imperial platform trembled slightly, and hundreds of green lights rolled over on their own.

However, no matter how much green light there was, it could not outweigh the black fog.

Seeing that the spread of the black gas could not be stopped, the imperial platform suddenly fell and pressed towards Zhonghuang Mountain.

Just then, the mountain collapsed.

Endless black air rose into the sky and quickly condensed into a fist.

A fist as big as a mountain hit the bottom of the imperial platform fiercely. The imperial platform that could even suppress was knocked flying.

A roar even more rageful than the previous giant's roar came from the black fog, and even the sky seemed unable to bear the sound.

I was surprised to see that Nuwa, who had not moved, suddenly lowered her head slowly. Her eyes were lifeless, but she was looking at the black fog below.

Youxiong clan! Return my throne to me! Return my life to me!

Who is Youxiong ? I asked in astonishment.

There was silence all around, no one answered. When I looked back, I saw that the Taoist priest and the others all had strange expressions, full of disbelief.

What's wrong? I asked in surprise.

Youxiong clan...the throne...Wei Qingcang exclaimed: How is it possible?

Nuwa, it turns out she is suppressing him. The old Taoist priest muttered to himself with a very strange look on his face.

As for Fanran and Gamu, they were already stunned, but Liao Xian'er was different. Although the expression on her face was also strange, it was different from that of the old Taoist and the others.

She was shocked, not incredulous.

What happened? You know...Huh? You mean, that's a person? I asked in astonishment.

Human? Wei Qingcang looked at me and shook his head with a strange expression: He is not a human.

What is that?

It's a god! Wei Qingcang looked at the rolling black fog and murmured: A god who once competed with Youxiong clan for the throne.

God? I was even more shocked: Emperor? Emperor? Emperor…

etc!

There is the Xiong family...

These three words flashed through my mind, and I suddenly understood why the Taoist priests behaved like this.

There is the Xiong family...

Xuanyuan Huangdi!

That is the title of Emperor Huangdi Xuanyuan!