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Text Chapter 109: Death and Rebirth, the Goddess of Love

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    According to ancient legend, the six paths of reincarnation represent a speculative law of cause and effect, a line of destiny connecting the past and the future.  After old age and death, at the end of one life, the soul will leave the body, reincarnation continues, and go to the next life.  After the soul enters reincarnation, all the causal memories of the previous life are automatically eliminated, and the mind is sealed by the invisible rules of the netherworld, forming the "mystery in the womb", the end of this life!  Ziyi¡¯s Earth Sword Style illustrates the power of reincarnation and annihilation. Her sword starts from the light of the sword, combines the sword¡¯s momentum, gathers the energy of death, and creates the illusion of reincarnation, destroying the heaven and the earth!  Long Xuan's Earth Sword Style illustrates the power of reincarnation and rebirth. With one swing of the sword, reincarnation and death, life and death, can be controlled by one's hand.  What is even more terrifying is that there is still a supreme sword energy brewing in the reincarnation life and death disk. When the shadow of reincarnation is shattered, it is the time when this sword energy is completed - the sword energy comes out and the gods and ghosts are shocked!  The road to swordsmanship leads to the same destination through different paths. These two paths are completely different, but they both have the potential to achieve the truth!  Although she didn't want Long Xuan to take risks, Ziyi was extremely satisfied with Long Xuan's performance, especially the "reincarnation" sword intention that reversed life and death, which made her feel trembling, horrified, and even a kind of excited ecstasy, like good wine.  It¡¯s like a person drinking the most delicious wine!  This sword also gave her a great inspiration. The difficult and obscure things that she had never been able to understand in the past suddenly became clear in this moment.  Thousands of years have passed like a tide. This woman standing among the dark sword tombs felt for the first time the wonderful feeling of breathing with the world but forgetting everything.  She took a deep breath and calmed down her restless mind. With this sword, she actually saw a glimmer of the dawn of the sword!  "It's a pity that I wish I was born a thousand years later to meet such a monster swordsman genius!" Ziyi sighed softly and murmured softly. Her voice was erratic and unreal. Long Xuan's understanding of swordsmanship made her feel sympathy for each other.  There was even a hint of fanatical fighting spirit.  It's a pity that her true self is no longer in this world, and what remains in the Taoist book of "Tai Xuan Sword Sutra" is just an incarnation of the remnant soul, which will dissipate soon after the power is activated!  At this moment, Long Xuan's body suddenly swayed, and a ripple appeared in his eyes. The dead silence that represented "absolute reason" began to collapse. The boiling blood gradually filled his pupils, and his vision was filled with red - that endless sweetness.  , the endless tragic red color, like the blazing fire of karma in purgatory, coldly mocking the world!  The extreme pain caused a look of numbness on his face. The black sword in his hand, which was condensed from the death energy of the netherworld, began to disintegrate like spring snow encountering the scorching sun. From the tip to the hilt, it turned into specks of dust and disappeared into ashes!  At the same time, countless bloody wounds appeared on his body, crisscrossing each other, and little bits of bright red seeped into the white clothes, flowing down the hem of the clothes bit by bit. He gasped for breath, kept coughing, his lips trembled slightly, and he gradually fell down.  , like a burned-out meteor falling to the earth, the falling leaves of late autumn are swept into the sea tide As Ziyi said, although the sword intention of reincarnation has two polar forms: death and death, it represents the power of death at the pole of death.  This is the normal state of reincarnation.  If one rashly uses the power of life to activate the power of reincarnation sword intention, he will suffer the backlash from heaven. Such high-level sword intention belongs only to the sky and the gods, and is a taboo for mortals!  If you use the power to transcend your status, you will naturally have to pay a corresponding price.  The reason why taboos are taboos is because not everyone has the ability and courage to touch the taste of taboos!  He didn't fall to the ground. A ghostly figure in purple clothes appeared beside him and gently supported him. Her tentacles were cold and seemed to be lifeless. A trace of solemn worry appeared in her deep and cold beautiful eyes.  Then it disappeared again!  "Senior Ziyi!" Long Xuan frowned slightly, then slowly opened his eyes. He smiled miserably and sighed softly: "This reincarnation sword intentionIhave Ilearned it?" Ziyi nodded slightly.  , his sad and beautiful eyes blinked, and the complaints that had already reached his lips were swallowed alive, and he just said quietly: "You did a good job, far beyond my expectations. If you will understand yourself'  "Reincarnation and Reincarnation" Sword Intent has been deduced to perfection, and you may be able to fight with me!" "Haha!" Long Xuan smiled faintly, and the light in his eyes began to dim, and even the blood in his body seemed to be like fuel!  Burning, cheering, roaring, rushing out of the wounds all over his body.  He tried his best to open his eyes wide, and the bits and pieces of his past and present life slowly rolled up bit by bit like a tide, flooding into his heart, and his body gradually became cold and stiff - deep in his heart, he slowly  An incomparably beautiful woman in white appeared on the ground, and her beauty that did not belong to the earthly world was suffocating and intoxicating!  "The way of the sword is supposed to be ruthless, and the swordsman is supposed to be lonely."  As a sword cultivator, I would die if I heard about it in the morning, and this inexplicable bitterness and sadness came again.?Where does it come from?  It turns out that without realizing it, I had already entered the game?  Long Xuan was stunned for a long time, and slowly pulled up a smile with a faint blood stain on the corner of his mouth!  At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten everything in the world, his own swordsmanship, and even his own identity. He only felt extremely comfortable and content in his heart.  He took a deep breath, tried his best to move his already exhausted body, and slowly opened his withered hands, as if to embrace the illusive beauty in his heart.  The hand slowly raised, little by little, inch by inch, rising slowly but firmly, he finally hugged that body!  Then, with a child-like expression of happiness, his eyelids drooped, covering his pupils, as if he was asleep!  The sound of wind between heaven and earth suddenly became shrill, as if swarms of death were flying around him with scythes, waiting to harvest the unruly and heretical soul that did not respect the way of heaven!  Ziyi was half-kneeling, Qingcheng's face was full of astonishment and astonishment, her lips trembled a little, she slowly lowered her head and looked at the young man in her arms who was covered in blood and looked tired, with her hands still on her shoulders.  .  She was silent for a moment, with a soft look in her beautiful eyes. Finally, she slowly stretched out her hand and gently hugged Long Xuan's vest!  "You are the inheritor of "Tai Xuan Sword Sutra", how could you die so easily? Don't be kidding me!" A proud smile suddenly bloomed on Zi Yi's cold and lonely face, like the most delicate lily in the night.  The soft light in his eyes was like lingering water waves: "Whether you die or not, it doesn't matter what you say. In the hell of my sword, I am the master!" ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ In the wild desert, in the cave.  Long Xuan was still unconscious, and Lu Xueqi looked tired and haggard, but she always stayed by his side.  At this moment, it is already midnight, everything is silent, and the pale moonlight adds a ghostly desolation to the wild desert.  Lu Xueqi's delicate body trembled suddenly, and she suddenly woke up from the nightmare. For some reason, a strange feeling of sourness and despair suddenly emerged from her heart, making her heart suddenly sink. She seemed to have lost it.  The soul also lost all consciousness, stood up numbly, and slowly walked towards the stone bed where Long Xuan was!  One step, one step, another step!  With every step she took, Lu Xueqi's complexion became paler. It seemed that every step she took would consume all her strength.  The ominous feeling in her heart became more and more profound, and she felt helpless like never before, like a terrifying nightmare, coming with endless coldness and shrouding her side.  "Nono" In her heart, she shouted to herself desperately.  Long Xuan seemed to have been walking alone in the darkness for a thousand years. Endless loneliness and endless coldness accompanied him and lingered with him!  A ghostly dark light flickered at the end of his field of vision, flickering on and off, like a call, like a longing, like a mockery. He kept walking towards that light in a daze, like a moth flying into a flame, persistent and determined!  If we continue like this, it might be hell, right?  If this goes on, everything will end, right?  "Boom!" An explosion sounded suddenly, and a sharp electric light streaked across the sky of this dark space. Wherever it went, it set off raging fires that burned endlessly, seeming to burn everything in the world, including his body and soul.  Burn to ashes, and then bury them all in this eternal space!  The vast darkness, the howling wind and fire, are like a faint elegy, resounding throughout the world!  The deep darkness was instantly replaced by the ultimate light. In a blur, he seemed to see many characters in his memory, his kind and caring parents, the kind and kind mentor Daoxuan, the unforgettable Lu Xueqi, and the desolate chanting sounds from small to loud.  , lingering in his ears, seeming true and false, like a dream!  "Dongdongdong" The chanting reached its peak, and the faint sound of the incantations could no longer be heard clearly, only the huge sound like morning bells and evening drums could be heard!  Just tapping like this, from far to near, slowly, it seemed to echo in the bottom of his heart.  "Go back! Go back! Go back!" In Long Xuan's mind, severe pain suddenly arose, and the female voice accompanied by the vicissitudes of life was like misty mist and rain in March, far away in the horizon, hazy, disturbing his thoughts.  Thoughts.  Trembling hands, clenched slightly, opened them again, and slowly clenched them again!  He finally slowly opened his eyes.  ¡ª¡ªThe cave stone walls are mottled and engraved with the marks of time!  This was the first thing he saw. With the confusion of waking up from a big dream, he quietly turned his head and looked around!  The simple and plain cave has the unique wind and sand charm of the wild land; the beautiful woman walking slowly with pear blossoms and rain brings the most poignant figure in the world. The night wind blows from outside the cave, as if there is a faint, familiar feeling.  the taste of.  Long Xuan blinked his eyes and breathed deeply.  Deep in his heartSuddenly there was a surge of excitement, like blazing hot magma, mellow and heart-burning spirits, and even the body was trembling slightly.  He stared at her, almost subconsciously reaching out and holding the girl in front of him in his arms. He took a deep breath: "Xueqi, I miss you so much!" Lu Xueqi trembled and did not answer.  A gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but there were faint sparkling waves in her eyes. The faint night wind blew by, gently blowing her hair, with a hint of quiet fragrance, surrounding the lovers!  The wild and distant, desolate night wind seems to be playing a beautiful melody, trying to turn this moment into eternity!  PS: Ukiyo is the worst at emotional scenes.  But Xiao Xuanzi and Goddess Lu have gone through dozens of chapters of ups and downs and finally achieved success. If the writing is not good, I hope everyone will not blame it. Ukiyo has really tried his best.  I haven¡¯t said anything yet, but I¡¯ll continue to shamelessly ask for votes and rewards. ¡°Sword Immortal¡± book club: 19209780
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