Chapter 917: Fate Is Powerful

The small courtyard was completely silent, but there was a strange sense of peace. The wind blew and the river flowed, and it was indescribably pure and peaceful.

Mu Yunle suddenly came back to his senses, uttered an ouch, stepped forward, supported the shaky Meng Qi, and asked with concern: "Master, master, are you okay?"

Her eyes wandered to Meng Qi's chest, and she saw that the wound was hideous, the flesh and blood were all black, the long sword made of light disappeared, and the heart was penetrated directly, but not a drop of blood spilled out, and there was no sign of healing at all. It was inexplicably terrifying.

"I can't die." Meng Qi smiled slightly and said calmly. There seemed to be a few wrinkles carved in the corners of his eyes, and there seemed to be something hidden deep in his eyes, like emotions buried in layers.

Hearing that Master Zhending's tone and voice were normal, Mu Yunle breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously looked forward, where Master Jie Sha stood, and said in a familiar voice: "Master, she, why is she crying?"

What kind of life-saving grace, what kind of indistinguishable grudges made her think about it, and she spoke boldly when she grasped the starting point.

"You are freed from the prison and your body and mind are pure. Why don't you burst into tears?" Meng Qi's breathing was a little heavy. The injury was indeed serious, but his tone was still so calm.

Mu Yunle looked back and felt that Master Zhending seemed to be a little more relaxed, and his haggardness was getting better, but the feeling of being buried deeper became heavier.

"Because this sword resolves hatred?" After much thought, she couldn't come up with the idea that one sword could resolve deep hatred, unless the two parties were already entangled in love and hatred!

Well, that's probably the case!

Meng Qi's gray monk's robe became increasingly bleak, with the feeling of a candle in the wind: "There is a monster hidden in her body, which stimulates her killing intention and gives her the power to kill. With the help of her killing intention and harvesting power, Life nourishes itself, regardless of whether she wants it or not."

"She wanted to control, but she couldn't. She claimed to abstain from killing, but she couldn't stop killing. This sword was a return of kindness to the poor monk, and revenge to her. From then on, the grudges were eliminated, and the murderous intention entered the poor monk's body. , the monster will leave on its own if it is not nourished.”

Mu Yunle deeply felt that Master Zhending, who had repaid his kindness, had changed a lot. How could he have said so much to him if the temple had been destroyed? Although I am still tired and sad, at least it is not so dead!

She asked curiously: "What is that monster?"

"It's the same thing as the Demon King's Claw." Meng Qi's face turned pale, as if all the blood in his body was being sucked towards the wound, but his tone remained calm.

Mu Yunle's eyes suddenly widened, something the same as the Demon King's Claw? Isn’t it a peerless magic weapon?

Why didn’t Master Zhending snatch it away?

Bah, bah, bah, no matter what you take, the Demon Emperor has to suppress the contamination of the Demon Emperor's claws. If Master Zhending, a generation of eminent monks, wields such a killing sword, wouldn't it mean that he has ruined half his life's cultivation and his whole life's martial arts?

Boom, boom, boom, Meng Qi's pierced heart was still beating gently but firmly. He seemed to have finally recovered and said, "Donor Mu, please help the poor monk to leave Licheng."

"Ah...ok!" Mu Yunle was stunned for a moment, then quickly helped Meng Qi back.

Being injured by the killing sword of the peerless divine weapon level is no less than being directly hit by the divine weapon. Master Zhending's injury must be serious, and he risked his life to repay this kindness and end this relationship. Cause and effect, there really is a bit of the compassion of the Buddha, or the chivalrous spirit of taking pleasure in grudges.

When he was young, he must have been a strange man who avenged his enemies and repaid his favors, and was never afraid of hardships and dangers!

And why would such a character be so sad and disheartened?

As he was being helped forward, Mu Yunle's eyes wandered and he asked casually: "Master, why do you want to become a monk?"

The question was very tactful.

Then she sensed that Master Zhending raised his eyes slightly and looked towards the sky, with a sigh that seemed to see through the world, as if he was mocking himself and sighing:

"Before, the poor monk thought that man could conquer nature, but later he finally understood that the most powerful thing is fate."

The most powerful thing is destiny... Mu Yunle tasted too much helplessness, too much despair, too much depression from these words, which made him feel terribly uncomfortable. Such great figures who were once all-powerful should not be so confident. Is everything under control? What happened to Master Zhending that made him appear so depressed and haggard?

She was panicked in her heart and couldn't help but said: "Master Zhending, you must not think like this. Although fate often makes people helpless and unable to resist, there is a glimmer of hope left in the sky. There is a way to defeat fate after all. Jun Even if the road is difficult, are there Taoists and Buddhas who are truly transcendent?”

Mu Yunle was in his vigorous stage and believed that man could conquer heaven, so he used Tao Zun and Buddha to fight against Meng Qi.

Meng Qi said no more and slowly walked towards the city gate with Mu Yunle's support.

After a long time, when the city gate was about to close, in front of the small courtyard near the river where the monks lived, blood light suddenly came out from the void and condensed into a blurry figure, just like the blood sea Rakshasa again!

He looked around, frowned slightly, and thought to himself:

"He did come here, but he left long ago..."

I am one step late again!

It was like being teased by fate between himself and Crazy Blade. There was always an invisible gap blocking him. Even if he tried his best and found the most correct trace, he was still one step away!

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After leaving Licheng, Mu Yunle helped Master Zhending along the official road, feeling that this experience was more exciting than ever before.

She knew that Master Zhending had lived in seclusion in an ancient temple on a barren mountain for many years, and he must not have a good understanding of the current situation in the world, so she opened her embroidered mouth lightly and chattered various anecdotes about the world.

"Although Master Zhending didn't answer, he didn't stop him either. Hehe, he must be willing to listen." Mu Yunle said with pride.

Once you get familiar with it, you can slowly get a glimpse into the story of Master Zhending.

After walking for a while, the sky was getting dark. Considering that Master Zhending was seriously injured and might not be able to deal with monsters if he encountered them, Mu Yunle looked around, his spirit blending with the heaven and earth, spreading quickly, taking in the surrounding situation in his mind, in order to Find out where to camp at night.

Suddenly, she leaned back slightly, her soul tingling, and the spirit spreading out was attacked.

"Oops, we meet on a narrow road!" While being attacked, she recognized the identity of the other party, the three murderers of Beihu!

The newly rising masters in the Southern Wilderness are all half-steps of normal breakthroughs. It is said that they are inextricably related to the Blood Clothes Sect!

I had encountered them once before. At that time, two of the three villains had not yet broken through. They were defeated by me with speed and slowness. I divided them with sword skills and defeated them head-on. Each one was left with one eye. Unfortunately, in the end, he was defeated by one. There were three enemies, but they were too weak to catch them and could not kill them.

"Haha, isn't this the 'Shusu Jade Sword' Mu Nuxia?" Three figures ran out of the forest and surrounded the two of them while Mu Yunle was helping Meng Qi move slightly slowly.

The three villains looked serious, and could even be called good, but each of them was blind in one eye, and their hateful eyes were darting back and forth on Mu Yunle, which was particularly scary.

The leader of the three villains glanced at Meng Qi and felt that his breath was weak and not worth mentioning. He immediately calmed down and raised his head and laughed: "Mu Yunle, Mu Yunle, it is true that if you don't take the path to heaven, there will be no path to hell. The door breaks in, you have to protect the injured monk, and you have just entered the unity of heaven and man, are you sure you can fight one against three again? "

"Mu Yunle, Shuyu is beautiful, one of the rare beauties of this generation. This figure and appearance are really fascinating. Don't say that my brother doesn't love you later!" The second among the three villains licked his lips.

The third child chuckled and said: "Your Yuanyang Yuanvxia is hiding in the valley and is blocked by Lord Ten Thousand Insects. Sooner or later, she will end up like you!"

"Has Yuan Nv Xia been found by the Blood Clothes Cult?" Mu Yunle was in a state of mind, unmoved, unaffected by the obscene words. Thoughts flashed across his mind as he pondered the current situation.

If he were alone, it might not be a dead end. There was still a chance to survive, but Master Zhending was seriously injured.

The three villains are also old Jianghu. After venting their anger and disturbing the enemy's mood, they suddenly moved, moving from three directions.

One person held a sword, turned it into a horse, condensed the sword energy, and slashed at Mu Yunle from a distance. Another person attracted the grass and trees, and thousands of "swords" fired in unison. The figure of one person disappeared and escaped to the ground, waiting for the opportunity.

Mu Yunle was about to draw his sword when he suddenly heard three screams. The light in front of his eyes disappeared. The three murderers fell to the ground. The boss was pierced by ten thousand swords turned into grass and trees. The second brother had a thin sword pierced through his body. Lao San was half-embedded in the ground, his body split into two by the sword energy, and both of them were too dead to die.

"This..." Mu Yunle's mouth was half-open, as if he was dreaming.

This was the first time she encountered such a strange thing. Why did the other party suddenly kill each other?

"Donor Mu, bury them in the forest and eliminate their traces." Meng Qi's voice came to her ears.

Yes, it’s Master Zhending! Mu Yunle suddenly turned his head and looked at Meng Qi, only to see that his face was withered and indifferent, his eyes were like ancient wells, and he was quite tired. It seemed that nothing could interest him.

This method is incredible!

In the past, whether it was Bodhisattva Huanxi or Daoist Jisha, they were actually too far away from Mu Yunle, giving them an illusory feeling, and Meng Qi didn't really take action, so she knew that Master Zhending was very strong, even stronger than her master. , but it has never been implemented. Now the three murderers are familiar enemies. Their death methods made Mu Yunle truly realize that the master Zhending in front of him is unpredictable!

"It's amazing. You can do this even if you are seriously injured..." Mu Yunle's heart beat faster. He took a deep breath and quickly destroyed the corpse.

After she finished, she suddenly became angry because she wanted to ask Master Zhending to rescue Yuan Nvxia, but Master Zhending was seriously injured. He could handle half a scene, but he might not be able to do anything to the Grand Master. This was too difficult!

At this time, she heard Master Zhending say in a low voice: "Let's go south to meet Yuan Yang."

"Meet Yuan Yang?" Mu Yunle was half surprised and half confused, and hurriedly helped Master Zhending go south.

Does he know Yuan Nuxia?

…………

After a while, a streak of blood-colored light flashed through the void, and it was none other than the Blood Sea Rakshasa!

He paused for a moment, and then chose to go north, pursuing the Crazy Knife.

What is powerful is destiny.