bayedsolid Chapter 281 That’s it
Chapter 281 That’s it
Song Yueqing and Yi Yuan sang the same tune. Ji Qi, Gui Jiling and Jueya's disciples also spoke up for Yi Chi. The core idea is that if a person is not good enough, don't blame the road for being uneven.
They exposed the essence of the matter nakedly, and succeeded in making the group of people who were already mentally devastated even more angry.
"Shut up, you little bitch!"
His brain suddenly jumped, and with a ferocious look in his eyes he attacked her. Isn't this simply seeking death?
Fang Chihong and Yu Zhiqing beat the man half to death, paralyzed on one side of his body, and his life was in danger with just a few moves.
Yu Zhiqing's hand was on the hilt of the knife, exuding a cold and chilly aura.
"Looking for death." Fang Chihong smiled cruelly.
The two of them were so fast that Jian Xiurong didn't even have a chance to make a move.
The people who had been howling and overwhelmed by anger were brought back to their senses and realized what they had done. They were terrified but still angry.
"What's the point of you protecting her like this? She doesn't care about you at all!"
Xi Lingyi also looked at Yi Chi with a chilly look: "Why don't you attract the butterfly? You are Jueya's senior sister, you should have the consciousness to safeguard the interests of the righteous path. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the favor of the Heavenly Dao, Jueya's cultivation, and the respect and love of the disciples below?"
If the Fallen Star Butterflies were not afraid of the fluctuations of spiritual power and excessive momentum above the Void Refining Realm, they would not have to be so passive.
With the people at the top helping to question, everyone seemed to have found their backbone, their eyes lit up and they followed suit in the accusation.
Yi Chi heard this and nodded, "Well, that makes sense."
Everyone who was excited was confused by this calm reaction, and Chaos Cliff suddenly became quiet.
Yi Chi turned his gaze to the arrogant and exaggerated evildoer, fixed his eyes on Hei Yi Chi, and asked a question.
"Where are the star butterflies that were promised to be returned to this world?"
Hei Yichi was stunned for a moment, and everyone was also stunned. What time is it now, and is there still anyone paying attention to this issue?
A light flashed in the eyes of Mo Huaizun and others. Yes, this is exactly the question that Yi Chi will definitely ask, and the question he is most concerned about.
Yi Chi is such a person. No matter how turbulent the situation is or how precarious the storm is, he always pursues that single and most important goal.
Although Hei Yichi has experienced "everything" that happened to Yichi, she actually does not understand "her" own heart, but she is familiar with the prelude to "her" taking action.
Oh, they are both clones, would she be afraid?
Hei Yichi took a step forward with a heartless look.
She clenched her right hand, and in front of everyone's stunned gaze, an extremely beautiful green sword appeared. It was the sword that Yi Chi had never unsheathed and used since the contract was signed.
The sword in the natal flute is destiny.
Everyone: "!!!"
She screamed, "Why is Yi Chi's life weapon in the hands of the clone? It must have been given to her by Yi Chi!"
They glared at Yi Chi angrily again, thinking that she was aiding and abetting the evil.
Hei Yichi pointed his sword at Yichi, and the two looked at each other. A murderous smile appeared on her lips: "Tianji is mine, Xingdie is mine, and Yichi is also mine. And you, have nothing, and are nothing."
"You and my original body will both die under my sword, and I will be the only Yi Chi."
A fierce wind blew up on the cliff, huge waves surged up, and there were no stars or moon in the night sky.
Two identical Yi Chi, one in black and one in blue, confronted each other. Everyone was silent as they watched the scene with sparks flying everywhere, with excitement and anticipation flashing in their eyes. Who will win between the two identical men?
The answer came out as soon as the question was asked, and it must be Hei Yichi, she has a destiny!
At such a serious moment, Yi Chi couldn't help laughing. There was no meaning or murderous intent in his laughter, as if he was dealing with the most ordinary little thing.
"Well, it seems you don't intend to do what you should do."
So much for indulging yourself.
"Tianji." Yi Chi raised her right hand, and a trace of shocking oppression spread silently. She called softly, "Come back."
They are both Yi Chi, why would Tian Ji listen to her?
When Hei Yichi was about to mock Yi Chi for her wild ideas, her face suddenly changed drastically, and the spiritual power in her body rushed crazily to the spiritual sword. She tried to suppress the uncontrollable spiritual sword in her hand, but how could she do it?
There was no pause in the heavens, the green light became brighter, the sword chanted clearly, and it shocked the ten-mile sky.
It instantly escaped from Hei Yichi's hands.
Just like the day when it ran to recognize its master Yi Chi on the cliff, it once again turned into a stunning green light and returned to Yi Chi without hesitation.
The slender green flute, like icy jade, gathers all the green light in the world.
A majestic and domineering sword energy burst out, and everyone's swords shook in fear at this moment.
It trembled slightly in Yi Chi's hand, as if with joy.
No matter when or where, for thousands of years, it waits for her, recognizes her, and runs to her without hesitation.
It’s not Yi Chi, it’s not Zhu Jiu, it’s Zhu Jiuyou.
Yi Chi looked at Tian Ji with a sullen look.
Everyone watching this scene: "???"
No, why?
It's all Yi Chi, Tianji isn't bothered at all?
Yi Chi glanced at Hei Yi Chi, whose pupils were dull and in disbelief. Her fingers moved and the green flute turned a few circles in her hands. The overlapping green light was extremely beautiful.
Yi Chi said calmly: "The Heavenly Destiny is in the hands of the master. When the flute body appears, it recognizes the master by thoughts and aura, not identity."
Hei Yichi: “?”
I don't understand, so what? How are we different?
Her heart was beating violently, with burning resentment and panic surging in it, destroying everything she had.
Hei Yi Chi, who had always looked down on Yi Chi, was now eager to prove that he was just as strong. He was still the Yi Chi who crushed his peers, the Yi Chi who defeated the Eighteenth God in seconds.
"Even so, the Fallen Spirit Butterfly only recognizes me! Recognizes my original sword power!" She frowned and shouted in a hoarse voice.
Yi Chi didn't care about her anger. He seemed to be remembering something pleasant. There was a faint smile on his lips, and he looked as pure as summer dew and autumn frost. He looked detached from the world and like an immortal or goddess.
"Have you ever heard of Cangjiu Dulingqu?"
Everyone was stunned, and felt that this name was extremely familiar. The moment they thought of it, the sound of the flute was like the Milky Way falling from the sky -
The sound of the flute seems to transcend ancient times, distant, mysterious, and full of vitality.
They saw the endless waxing and waning of the moon, the boundless lakes and rivers, the spring and beautiful scenery flowing through time, and the rise and fall of heroes that last forever.
It is the home of the soul and the hometown of life. It is open to all and broad-minded.
Cangjiu Dulingqu is a song of praise and resurrection written to heaven and earth.
Fifty thousand years ago, there was an extreme ice disaster in Jiuyou. The extremely cold glaciers in the far north spread and swallowed up the land where humans lived.
When life and death were in despair, the Wuji Lingzu suddenly appeared as a cultivator. He sang the Cangjiu Du Ling Qu, and the vast expanse of silver-white light retreated, giving mankind a chance to survive.
In order for humans to survive in an unstable environment, the Spirit Ancestor taught the way of cultivation. With the prosperity of spiritual energy, the glaciers retreated to the Far North and never appeared again.
How could I be so worthy to hear this divine music again?
Flying sand and rocks, smog and strong winds, all the restlessness subsided.
Under the sound of resurrection, all the fallen spirit butterflies of Hei Yichi, Gu Fusheng and the Second Saint Son shone brightly, and formed into silk light ribbons in an orderly manner, flying around Yichi for a long time.
Then they happily scatter and bloom, into the embrace of the earth.
Resurrection, confrontation.
The chaotic corrosive aura was decomposed and eliminated into nothingness by the sudden appearance and filling of the spiritual charm of heaven and earth.
The extinction of life came to an abrupt end, and the withered green and yellow leaves sprouted new green.
After it, everything comes back to life.
After the song was over, everyone still felt a lingering sound, but they still heard Yi Chi and Chang's gentle and powerful voice.
"Fallen Psylocke, what we seek is the spiritual light that can send them back to the earth, not powerful force."
Yi Chi smiled and said, "I originally planned to leave half of this place as a gift to thank you all for your help, or leave it to my lovely self, but since things are not going well, let's give up."
"But the opportunity is still there."
"Stand still, hold on tight, and be struck by lightning."
……
This is Zhu Jiuyou, who doesn’t stand on anyone’s side but only on the side of despair.
Therefore, there is always hope and a bottom line in the Nine Netherworld.
She loves all living things, the world, and herself.
But never indulge.