Chapter 638 Blue-Red Fire
Ranran stared at the scene in front of her, wondering how the history of Zhongzhou would record what happened today... Was Master Xuanyuan angered to death by Saint Wushan?
Master Xuanyuan suffered many injuries, but the pain inflicted by the Saint was not enough to be fatal.
What really endangered Xuanyuan Zhenren's life was the spiritual turbulence caused by his initial initiative to combine the two jade beads into one, as well as the heart-wrenching words that the saint said to him.
Sharp words can be used as blades, and this sentence has become a reality at this moment.
Everything that the Saint Lady and Xuan Yuan Zhenren said was unknown to the current young generation in Zhongzhou.
On the one hand, they were shocked by the true darkness of the host alliance, and on the other hand, they felt an inexplicable sadness.
Xuanyuan Zhenren may not be considered a truly respected person in the eyes of the leaders of the seven major sects, but in the eyes of their younger generation, Xuanyuan Zhenren is the undisputed leader of the righteous path.
He has a noble character and high level of cultivation, and is the person many young disciples dream of becoming.
If even Master Xuanyuan can't do it... can they really do it?
The atmosphere at the scene was heavy. Luo Jinghua suddenly knelt on one knee. The brilliant light emitted by the micro-formation burned marks on his palms.
The inherited memories belonging to the direct descendants of the Luo family brought out scenes of horror.
He actually chose to use his own heart blood to forcibly break through the restriction and extract the deeds of the previous head of the Luo family that were passed down and recorded.
Scenes flashed before his eyes. After quickly flipping through these memories, Luo Jinghua slowly raised his eyes.
It turns out that the bastards in the host alliance that the Saint mentioned... indeed included the Luo family...
Qin Siyi didn't notice the wing shape of the person next to him and just stared at the saint.
He claimed that he had no strengths, was a blockhead in terms of cultivation, and was not very smart, but the words he said were enough to make people's hair stand on end.
"The miserable appearance of Xuanyuan Zhenren as he is dying is indeed much more pleasing to the eye than his previous hypocritical face."
"Master, please be merciful." The smile on Qin Siyi's face was like a gorgeous poisonous flower.
“But the compassion of a real person is like arsenic wrapped in sugar.”
The Saint nonchalantly raised the dying Xuan Yuan Zhenren, "Every time you show kindness to others, someone will ask for it back tens or hundreds of times. Mo Yi is proof of this. How long do you want to maintain this balance?"
“…Kill me…Please kill me…” Master Xuanyuan was too weak to even raise his head, his mouth with blood foaming on it resting on the Saint’s palm, his eyes staring straight ahead.
It was all thanks to the saint's hands that he supported himself, otherwise Xuanyuan Zhenren's head and body would have fallen to the ground.
"What? If I don't kill you, will you turn into a resentful ghost and haunt me?" The Saint's expression was cold.
"Everything that happened to you, your inability to do anything, was not caused by me."
Xuanyuan Zhenren suddenly raised three fingers tremblingly, and three ribs in his body exploded. The gushing blood dyed the saint's white clothes red, and also turned the saint's cold face red.
Ran Ran observed that the Saint was a little dazed.
Master Xuanyuan opened and closed his lips with great effort, and his whole body rose and fell violently like a broken bellows.
“…I…will help you…kill me…” Blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
The saint frowned in disgust and tried to push Xuanyuan away, but the hand that had exploded his own Taoist bone was tightly grasping the hem of her red-stained clothes.
No matter how hard the saint tried, she couldn't pry it open.
“…She and I…” Tears of blood flowed from Xuan Yuan Zhenren’s eyes, “…What she and I failed to do…you have to do…”
The saint turned a deaf ear and continued trying to pry open Xuanyuan Zhenren's withered fingers. The next moment, the blood-stained, shattered jade pendant with cloud pattern was stuffed into her hand.
When the saint looked up, she saw the unwilling eyes of Xuanyuan Zhenren.
“…do it…do it…”
"Someone should be able to do it..."
Ranran frowned subconsciously. She couldn't help feeling sad when a good person died.
It's not sad, but uncomfortable.
It was an uncomfortable feeling that even vaguely triggered the violent impulse in her body.
"Idiot!" The Saint said coldly, "I want to kill you! Now I will not only kill you but also torture you! You are not the only one I want to kill!"
"Do you think that I can give up the idea by volunteering to die? That's ridiculous!"
Ran Ran saw a glimmer of light in Xuan Yuan Zhenren's broken pupils: .
"I'll help you...I'll help you kill..."
Xuan Yuan Zhenren's dying voice was already unclear. The next second, he took the Saint's hand and thrust it straight into his bloody chest that was broken by the Taoist bone.
The saint was half squatting with her body stiff and rigid, while Xuanyuan Zhenren's body, like a dead tree, had completely fallen on her.
The bloody words rang in the saint's ears.
“…light it…”
It was not until the Saint took her hand out of Xuanyuan Zhenren's chest in a trance that everyone saw a faint blue-red flame on the Saint's bloody fingertips.
The senior cultivators from the seven major sects all opened their eyes wide at the same time.
Their pupils were trembling, and even though the Demon Lord had cast a spell to immobilize them, there was no way to stop their bodies from shaking.
Because they saw something that could literally kill them.
That is something more terrifying than being killed or tortured to death by a saint.
"…I can't do it…you do it…"
The Demon Lord didn't know what that blue-red flame was, but his intuition told him that something was wrong.
So he snapped his fingers as quickly as possible, and the immobilization spell that bound the high-ranking cultivators of the seven major sects was released.
In a flash, countless figures pounced towards the saint and the dying Xuanyuan Zhenren.
"stop!"
"Wait a minute!"
Many, many voices sounded at the same time.
The saint didn't yet understand the purpose of the blue and red flames, but at this moment she already understood - this was a good thing that could make these bastards scream.
Slow down everything.
The terrified faces of the seven major sects' high-ranking cultivators, Xuan Yuan Zhenren's disappearing breath, the Demon Lord who watched the fire from the other side of the river, the confused young generation, and...
The saint's lips slowly curled up.
The saint lit the fire without hesitation, and the blue-red flames grew larger in an instant, covering the entire training ground.
In the strong light, Ranran heard countless people screaming.
The smell of roasted flesh spread along with the light.
There is no Shura hell like this.
This small blue-red flame was so powerful that even if it burned the body and soul of a high-ranking cultivator from Central Plains, it would only take a few seconds.
As the bright, intense light faded, the screams also decreased.
When everything returned to normal, the only smell in the air was the smell of burning flesh. The high-ranking cultivators of the seven major sects...
Not even a speck of ash was left.
Everyone was stunned, still immersed in shock and unable to come back to their senses, except the Saint.
The smile on her face grew until it turned into a creepy laugh.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha you actually have this skill! That's awesome!"
“This is the best show I’ve ever seen!”
But Master Xuanyuan was no longer able to respond to her.
Blue and red flames were also burning on his body.
Unlike the raging fire that engulfed the great cultivators of the seven major sects and burned from the outside to the inside, the flames on Xuan Yuan Zhenren's body burned from the inside out.
The first place to start is his heart.
The blue-red flames are the fire of his soul that he nourishes with his heart and blood.
For a long time, this inconspicuous little flame was quietly implanted by Master Xuanyuan into the bodies of the high-ranking cultivators of the seven major sects.
These people were not only unable to solve the killing move carefully prepared by the leader of the righteous path, but they couldn't even figure out where it came from.
They only know that this fire is firmly attached to their souls, and if there is any slight disturbance...
It can kill them.
