radiothebook Chapter 142 Live Up to Your Original Heart and Live Up to You
Chapter 142 Live Up to Your Original Heart and Live Up to You
Under the purple aura, several monks who had lost their sanity froze in place like statues. After a while, their pupils gradually recovered, and they looked around blankly: "This...what's going on?"
Everyone looked at each other, no one knew what happened.
In the silence, Mo Chenyuan said in a deep voice: "The demon god is gone, and the world is out of order."
Yan Zian wiped off the blood on his face, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Nightmare and Jingxi are two gods who have the same origin and complement each other." Lu Qianchuan said, "Jingxi is in charge of the good in human nature, while Nightmare controls the evil in human nature."
"But hasn't the nightmare disappeared? Why is the world like this instead?" a disciple asked incredulously.
"Eldest brother said 'in charge', not 'urging'." Mo Chenyuan said.
The two gods each hold good and evil.Those who hold kindness can not only stimulate the kindness in human nature, but also restrain the kindness in human nature.
The same is true for those who hold evil.
"So," Shen Qingze murmured, "Because the nightmare is dead, the evil thoughts are uncontrollable, and instead they become more rampant?"
He looked at Lu Qianchuan in shock: "Brother, you knew the ending would be like this..."
He paused, clenched his teeth, and didn't say any more.
But everyone agreed to help him take the words in their hearts.
Knowing this, why take the risk.
Looking at the shocked eyes in front of him, Lu Qianchuan suddenly didn't know how to explain, and said in a daze, "I..."
"Because advancing and retreating is a dead end," Mo Chenyuan took a step across and stood in front of Lu Qianchuan, his sharp eyebrows were not angry, and even the momentum of Shao Shu and Yan Zi'an was suppressed by him a little, "If you don't do this , the demon god will arouse everyone's malice in a place where we can't see, and then the world will still be like this."
"At least kill him, and things will turn around." He paused and said in a deep voice.
"Then let's..." Everyone looked left and right, and found that the people around them were just like themselves, with blank and frustrated expressions.
"But," Shao Shu said suddenly, "Why hasn't the Demon Realm been affected at all?"
If we go back to the source, the demon god is the ancestor of the demon race. Now that the world is devastated, there is no sound in the demon world. This is simply unbelievable.
"This..." Lu Qianchuan was stunned, not knowing how to answer.
He had just fought a big battle with the demon god, and his spiritual energy and physical strength were almost exhausted. At this moment, he was relying on one breath to strengthen his spirit, and his brain could not keep up with everyone's reaction speed.
"Maybe it's because there are people in the Demon Realm." Mo Chenyuan rubbed the hilt of the sword in his hand and said slowly.
"Who?" Everyone was shocked.
Mo Chenyuan raised his eyes slowly, scanned the crowd slowly, and did not speak.
Lu Qianchuan's eyes widened in shock, his whole body trembled, he looked at Mo Chenyuan, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak.
Mo Chenyuan quickly held his hand, letting the heat from his palm flow into the hearts of the two, and said embarrassingly: "Before, I felt that something was different from before..."
This feeling appeared when they first played against Nightmare.
At that time, Nightmare hadn't completely lost consciousness, and his strength was terrifyingly overbearing. At that time, he was nothing more than an ant in front of him.
But an inexplicable premonition rose in his heart.
He can be replaced.
That's why he agreed to Lu Qianchuan's plan, and worked with Lu Qianchuan beyond his capacity to fight against the nightmare in Luohua's silver body.
Judging from the results, he was the one who failed in that contest.
But the nightmare also hurt the root because of this, and the remaining obsession became more and more crazy, and deviated from the path that the demon god should take.
With the decline of the demon god, what remains is only a ray of crazy obsession. The world needs balance, and there must be a new person to replace Nightmare, who will become the person who will balance the good and evil of humans and demons together with Jingxi.
For so long, he had never told anyone about this matter, but he peeked at the soon-to-be-vacated position more ambitiously than anyone else.
He has been called the reincarnation of the God of Killing since he was a child, and he in another world has indeed destroyed everything. Perhaps somewhere, his fate has long been doomed.
Looking at his dark expression, Lu Qianchuan tightened his five fingers, held him back firmly, then raised his head, and assured everyone around him: "Next, leave it to me and Shen Yuan."
The two spirit swords were unsheathed at the same time.
Everyone felt a flash of light before their eyes, and Lu Qianchuan and Mo Chenyuan had disappeared.
Shao Shu looked into the distance worriedly, and said to Yan Zi, "Are you all right?"
Yan Zian smiled, and there was a sense of arrogance in his eyes: "I will always trust my apprentice."
Shao Shu also smiled, and said loudly: "Okay, don't be idle, you can do whatever you can!"
"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.
At this moment, Lu Fengyi and his group arrived, Chengming staggered forward, grabbed Shen Qingze by the collar: "Where's Brother Qianchuan?"
"Let's go." Shen Qingze was confused, "Did you find anything?"
Chengming suddenly withdrew his gaze, and slapped his thigh bitterly: "I thought that was enough for that sword, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen again."
"What?!" Shen Qingzege opened his arms, pulled his collar tightly as well, and said angrily, "Don't tell me what's wrong with your sword!"
The two of them stood in a stalemate for a long while, and Chengming suddenly sighed: "That sword... is still short of the last step."
He rubbed his head in distress, and raised his eyes again, Lu Fengyi, Yan Zi'an and Shao Shu all surrounded them, staring at him with the same murderous eyes.
Clarify a spirit.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, a black cloud suddenly rushed over from the sky, and the demon general covered in black armor knelt down on one knee, and said to Shao Shu: "Your Majesty, our guards are not strong enough, so Luo Huayin and that traitor from the Wanling Sect escaped. !"
Shao Shu's eyes darkened, he kicked him away, and shouted to everyone: "First solve this mess in the world, everyone should act!"
On the other side, Mo Chenyuan and Lu Qianchuan stood on the tallest tower in the world. From here, you can have a panoramic view of the whole world, and all kinds of customs can be seen at a glance.
It's a pity that now there are only billowing smoke and soaring flames left.
"Are you ready?" Lu Qianchuan gently kissed the corner of his lips.
"Well," Mo Chenyuan looked at him with a smile on his face, "Brother, don't forget, my saber is called Si Ming."
He has always been the only one who is responsible for other people's lives.
"Okay." Lu Qianchuan said.
Lu Qianchuan held up the spiritual sword in his hand, and the remaining spiritual power in his body spread like a tide, and the blue spiritual light spread outward, almost covering the entire human world.
And under that layer of spiritual light, there is no escape from the dark concrete malice.
"Get up!" With a flip of his wrist, he raised the spirit sword again, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky.
The black cloud of maliciousness seemed to be conscious. After Lu Qianchuan's voice fell to the ground, it was about to move under the net of spiritual light, and moved up little by little.
Mo Chenyuan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
A majestic red light started from the tip of Si Ming's sword, spread across the entire body of the sword, and finally burned to Mo Chenyuan's whole body.
His whole body was like a burning flame.
Those evil thoughts broke through the shackles of the spiritual light, and condensed into countless dark dragons, with their heads raised high and their bodies swaying, coming from all directions to where the two were.
Seeing that they were approaching, Lu Qianchuan stretched out two fingers, and slowly slid from the bottom of the spirit sword to the tip of the sword.
The spirit sword radiates two-color light with the power of ice and fire, and where the light of the sword goes, evil spirits will not invade.
Nearly.
A dragon's head almost reached Mo Chenyuan's body.
However, Lu Qianchuan had no intention of making any moves.
The black dragon was ecstatic, roared to the sky, and rushed into Mo Chenyuan's body without any scruples.
Immediately afterwards, the second, third...
The red light around Mo Chenyuan has been covered by black air, his complexion is as pale as paper, and beads of sweat keep rolling down his cheeks.
"Shen Yuan, Shen Yuan," Lu Qianchuan had no choice but to call his name over and over again, "Hold on."
He watched countless dragons condensed with evil thoughts rush into Mo Chenyuan's body.
"Ah——!!!!!!" Mo Chenyuan's veins swelled up, as if his whole body was about to explode in the next moment, he covered his head in pain, and let out a roar of extreme pain uncontrollably.
"Shen Yuan!" Lu Qianchuan wanted to get closer to him, but layers of black air surrounded him, blocking his vain progress.
The spirit sword was shining brightly, and Lu Qianchuan's vision was blurred by tears, but he could not act rashly.
A little bit.
They need to let Mo Chenyuan absorb all evil thoughts, use some of them for his own use, and pass through the other part with Lu Qianchuan's sword. From then on, the paranoid and crazy evil thoughts will no longer invade the world, and a new demon god will stand with Lu Qianchuan. cloud.
It's just that the process is so painful.
The process of separating evil thoughts can only be done by Mo Chenyuan alone, and Lu Qianchuan is watching, but he can't help at all.
He watched Mo Chenyuan's red eyes, showing signs of losing consciousness, but quickly controlled himself, kneeling down in pain.
The red light of Blood Rose shrouded the two of them, Lu Qianchuan heard deep in his heart, Mo Chenyuan said: "I can."
Yes, you can.
"Senior brother," Mo Chenyuan began to call him repeatedly, "Senior brother, senior brother..."
I am, I have always been.
"Asakawa, brother, Achuan..." Mo Chenyuan's sanity was obviously on the verge of collapse, and he began to call various names that he had never called before in a haphazard way.
Lu Qianchuan wanted to reach out to hug him, but the raging black air did not allow him to take a step closer.
This level can only be overcome by Mo Chenyuan himself.
"Shen Yuan," Lu Qianchuan said in his heart, "Think about you in another world. You are not him. He lost his mind and ruined everything in the end, but you can always uphold your original intentions, and you still have good intentions after suffering..."
"No, I didn't!" Mo Chenyuan suddenly protested violently.
"You have," Lu Qianchuan said anxiously, "You are better than I imagined. From Wanlingzong to Demon Realm, you have never lost yourself, and you can live up to your original intention..."
"My original intention is you." Mo Chenyuan interrupted him.
Lu Qianchuan's emotions were at their peak, all the nasty words that he wouldn't normally say were on his lips, and he was blocked by these few words.
As if afraid that he would not believe it, Mo Chenyuan repeated: "My original heart is you."
"Everything I want to do, even if thousands of people are blocking me, as long as I insist on doing it, I can do it no matter what," he said slowly, as if he was suffering a great struggle in his heart, "but, I always Thinking that you will be angry if you do some things, I told myself, those things cannot be done.”
The black air enveloped him completely, only two blood-red eyes were exposed.
Lu Qianchuan stared blankly at those eyes, obviously Mo Chenyuan had no sanity left, but he could still see his own reflection clearly.
"From the beginning to the end, I have never cared about good or evil. All I care about is whether you are happy or unhappy."
You are happy, I don't care about the mountains of swords and seas of fire;
If you are not happy, I dare not take one more step on the broad road.
Mo Chenyuan's face was extremely pale, like a miserable white moon just fished out of the water, he looked at Lu Qianchuan motionless, the blood in his eyes was fading little by little.
Lu Qianchuan couldn't describe his mood at that moment.
The blood color covered the sky, and the blood light was chilling, but once the blood color veil was wiped away, the vast stars would be completely exposed.
Layers of black air can't hide even a single ray of light.
"Brother," Mo Chenyuan opened his lips lightly, his voice was a little low, sounding exhausted, "do it."
The black air around him suddenly expanded and split into two.
Part of it, on him, a black veil generally enveloped him.
The other part was completely driven out of his body, and only a small part was connected to his body.
The spirit sword screamed tremblingly, the light of the sword rose sharply, and the blade was ready to move.
Without hesitation, Lu Qianchuan raised his spirit sword and attacked the cloud of black air that had separated from Mo Chenyuan's body.
As the sword light passed, countless desperate roars came from the black air. Lu Qianchuan slashed with his hand, and the thick black air was cut off by him, as if it would dissipate between heaven and earth in the next moment.
"It's over." Lu Qianchuan let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to catch Mo Chenyuan who was paralyzed, and said softly.
But in the next moment, the black air gathered together without giving up.
Lu Qianchuan's whole body froze, even Mo Chenyuan, who had no strength, froze, and the two turned their heads together.
It was like their illusion that they were about to dissipate just now, and the black air was in a ball, and they stayed in place braggingly.
Lu Qianchuan looked at the spirit sword in his hand in shock.
The combination of yin and yang, the unity of spirit and demon, no matter how weird things are under this sword, it is impossible to be unscathed.
What's more, this cloud of black energy is not the tricky crazy obsession of the demon god, but a collection of malicious emanations emanating from thousands of people through this campaign.
How could such a thing...
Mo Chenyuan tried his best to stand up straight, and both of them saw the same shock and despair in each other's eyes.
If this cloud of black air cannot be resolved here, it will return to everyone's body again, manipulating its master to do the most inhuman and evil things.
If everyone is like this, what is the difference between the human world and the original Raksha hell.
Lu Qianchuan pursed his lips, and clenched the sword suddenly, his whole body's spiritual power was concentrated on the sword in his hand, and launched the most violent attack on the black air.
Mo Chenyuan raised his hands slightly, and cast a red net around them to ensure that the black air would not escape again.
The spirit sword struck out, pierced through the black air extremely quickly, and then came back.
The thing condensed by the countless evil thoughts froze in the air for a moment, then returned to its original form, and let out a sharp laugh.
Lu Qianchuan took a deep breath and was about to fight again.
"Wait," Mo Chenyuan held his wrist, "someone is here."
A small gap was exposed in the sky net, and two figures rushed in one after the other.
Liu Qingkui, Luo Huayin.
Mo Chenyuan's face was full of vigilance: "What are you doing here?"
"Do the only thing that I can do as an older brother that won't be hated by my younger brother." Luo Huayin said.
Liu Qingkui didn't speak, just looked at Lu Qianchuan and smiled.
An extremely bad premonition rose in his heart, Lu Qianchuan looked at them: "You..."
"The last step of this sword should be guided by a spirit and a demon to fully stimulate his sword intent," Liu Qingkui said, "I'm afraid Mr. Chengming omitted this step."
Luo Huayin walked towards Lu Qianchuan step by step.
Lu Qianchuan fought one after another, and his body was exhausted. Both he and Mo Chenyuan were distracted by the cloud of black energy, and their spiritual power could not be stopped. Therefore, facing Luo Huayin's approaching steps, he couldn't dodge at all. , Mo Chenyuan was even more powerless to stop him.
For some reason, at this moment, he actually thought of the situation when the two first met.
In Bat Wind Palace, he didn't dare to move in the face of opponents with vastly different strengths. At that time, Luo Huayin was also like this, walking towards him step by step, with sinister eyes, but he could be called peerless.
"You're still so afraid of me." Seeing that he was so tense and stiff, Luo Huayin smiled wryly, and reached out to pinch Lu Qianchuan's fleshless cheek.
"I've lost so much weight." He sighed.
His tone was as tender as ever, and his eyes were still full of affection, as if those life-and-death struggles did not exist at all.
Stretching out his hand, he hugged Lu Qianchuan slowly, ignoring Mo Chenyuan's murderous eyes, leaned into Lu Qianchuan's ear and said, "Listen to your mother and take care of yourself."
I don't know where he touched him, Lu Qianchuan was completely frozen, unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as he held his wrist, picked up the spirit sword, and then gently wiped his wrist on the sword.
Blood flowed all over the blade.
The corners of Luo Huayin's mouth were slightly curved, and his voice was a little fluttering: "I still can't forgive Shao Shu, even if he is my blood-related uncle."
"But I can never blame you, even if you repeatedly try to kill me."
"Who told me to be my elder brother?" Luo Huayin's voice was already very soft, "Mother... If you know, I will bully you, you will...will be very angry..."
He tilted his head slightly, exhausted his last bit of strength, and gently kissed the red plum on Lu Qianchuan's brow bone: "Forgive my brother...before...you have been making you angry...OK... okay?"
With the last bit of strength exhausted, Luo Huayin frowned and smiled, the red plum on the brow bone was as gorgeous as Lu Qianchuan.
His body slowly disappeared, a cyan light flashed, and a cyan light glowed in the groove on the left side of the Spirit Sword representing "Yin".
Lu Qianchuan opened his mouth, his eyes were wide open, tears flowed slowly from his eyes, and he tasted the saltiness in his mouth.
As soon as Luo Huayin disappeared, the stiffness in his body gradually began to ease, but he still couldn't regain control of his body immediately.
So Liu Qingkui took the opportunity to come up, rolled up her robe sleeves, and knelt down in front of him without saying a word.
Lu Qianchuan looked at him, feeling extremely anxious, but couldn't say a word.
"Senior brother, don't be sad," Liu Qingkui said, "I was going to be executed too, so this is a well-deserved death. Qingkui has no regrets."
Lu Qianchuan moved his lips vigorously, he wanted to say no, he wanted to tell Liu Qingkui to go back to the dungeon of the Demon Realm, but he couldn't move, even if he was sweating from anxiety, he couldn't say a word smoothly.
"In Qingkui's life, I have been sorry to my senior brother, who treated me like a brother and sister, but I was a wolf-hearted and ungrateful person; secondly, I was sorry to Master, who devoted all his efforts to raising me, but I was ungrateful and blinded by old hatred; thirdly, I was sorry to Wan Lingzong. All my fellow sects, Wan Ling Sect has suspicions between me and other cultivation sects, so the suzerain is in a dilemma." Liu Qingkui lowered her eyebrows and said solemnly.
"Actually, last time, I told my brother that the master came to see me, and he said something else to me." Liu Qingkui laughed with red eyes, "He said that he really regretted it, because of the guilt in his heart, I have never been punished heavily when I made mistakes, so that I have always been lawless, never considering the consequences of making mistakes, and not understanding the responsibilities I should bear.”
"I really want to refute, but I can't find a word to refute." Liu Qingkui grinned and smiled uglyly, "So, this time, I want to take corresponding responsibility for the mistakes I made."
He stretched out his hand, and like Luo Huayin, slashed his wrist with the spirit sword.
This time, he drew the other side, the fiery red sword body, representing the side of "Yang".
When his body became more and more transparent, he seemed to be looking at Lu Qianchuan, and he seemed to see others through Lu Qianchuan: "Qing Kui is not so hopeless... isn't it..."
His figure disappeared, and the red light on the groove on the sunny side brightened.
Lu Qianchuan looked at Mo Chenyuan, and found that he was looking at him without blinking.
Mo Chenyuan gestured to the black energy tied to his body, and smiled helplessly, expressing that he could not move at all.
Lu Qianchuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when the numbness caused by Luo Huayin completely passed, he straightened up suddenly, clenched the spirit sword in his hand, and faced the cloud of black air.
This time, he didn't simply stab it.
He started to dance the sword, which was the basic swordsmanship that all disciples of Wanlingzong had to learn. He was very familiar with it, Mo Chenyuan was very familiar with it, and Liu Qingkui in the sword was also very familiar.
As a Demon Lord, Luo Huayin is of course very familiar with the basic sword moves of Wanlingzong.
There is nothing particularly gorgeous about this set of swordsmanship. If there is only one unique feature, it is that all disciples have to say one sentence when they dance their swords: "Bo Ge Ji Wu, show your heart and soul!"
As the sword light passed, the black energy on Mo Chenyuan's body was gradually cut off by him, and it never condensed into one body again.
"Shen Yuan!"
The last black air broke, and Mo Chenyuan jumped up, holding the hilt of the sword together with him.
Two people with one sword, as one.
The spirit sword erupted with unprecedented brilliance, Lu Qianchuan and Mo Chenyuan followed the steps, and before the sword moves were finished, the black energy had already dissipated.
The light blue and red spiritual power rushed to the surroundings, and the dying black energy was completely annihilated under the impact of the extremely strong spiritual power.
The movements of the two did not stop at all, the black robe and the white robe merged into one, the figures of the two overlapped completely, without any mistakes or contradictions, they completed this set of sword moves smoothly.
The first ray of sunlight emerged from the clouds and sprinkled on the sword tips in the two hands.
A little cold, but warm.
Lu Qianchuan tried his best not to let the tears flow from his eyes, while Mo Chenyuan hugged him tightly.
The turmoil in the human world finally stopped, good and evil, black and white, separated and merged in the bloody atmosphere.
There is a golden glow in the sky.
They kissed in the first rays of light.