Chapter 228

Fan Wu She soared into the sky with his sword and flew in the direction of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Jiang Qu Lian laughed out loud, "Today the Underworld will die."

Xie Bi An also flew up and chased after Fan Wu She.

The shining golden Eastern Emperor Bell standing between the valleys is already clearly visible. This ancient and powerful magical treasure has been guarding the Fengdu boundary for a hundred years. Without it, the Supreme Demon's destruction of the boundary would have been enough to destroy both the human and ghost realms. Without it, Jiang Qu Lian might have torn open more than just a gap.

Now that Zhong Kui has passed away, the Easter Emperor Bell is masterless and is just left silently in its original place. Once it is shaken, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fan Wu She landed slowly. His fingertips caressed the warm brass ancient bell, gently gliding over its carved texture.

Xie Bi An stood not far away. His pupils contracted fiercely, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Why did you keep that flower?" Fan Wu She pursed his lips slightly.

"Don't touch the Eastern Emperor Bell." Xie Bi An took a deep breath, "If the Fengdu boundary is destroyed, the earth will be ruined."

"Why did you keep that flower?." Fan Wu She inclined his head to look at Xie Bi An, stared straight into the depths of his pupils and asked stubbornly.

"... It lived. Why can't I keep it?"

"When you became the Human Emperor, you could have planted orchids all over the Wuji Palace, but you only kept that one." Fan Wu She's gaze grew hotter, "Was it because it was left by me?"

Xie Bi An's heart tightened and he said indifferently, "Don't take yourself too seriously."

"When Zong Zhong Ming left the palace, you gave him enough treasure to start a sect, the Junlan Sword, and the Dangshanhe." Fan Wu She's breath also began to be in disorder, "Is this flower really important in your heart?"

"It has nothing to do with you." He will not forget what kind of feelings he used to have when he took care of this Dangshanhe when he was in Wuji Palace in those years. In the more than 10 years of his and Xiao Jiu's brotherly love, only a flower was left for him in the end. In the ten years when there was no news about Xiao Jiu, he took great care of this flower, just like he once took care of his most beloved younger brother. This flower became his only remaining trust and thoughts. If it bloomed leisurely, perhaps Xiao Jiu was also in some corner of the earth living well.

Even after ten years of waiting and thinking, what he longed for was Xiao Jiu who was full of hatred for him, yet this flower was still important beyond great wealth in his heart, and it even became the last thing he could think about; the last love Xiao Jiu gave him.

When he thought about it, Xie Bi An's heart was twisted in so much pain. This person in front of him and this face reminded him of too many unpleasant past events, so why bother to drag the only clean thing into their disagreement now?

"Nothing to do with me? If Dangshanhe has nothing to do with me, who else can it be related to!?"

Xie Bi An thought: Because you don't deserve to mention it. Because it was left to me by my younger brother. He said with a light tremor, "What do you want to prove? Let me tell you, whatever you want to hear, whatever you want to prove, you will not get what you wish. Between you and me, all of the past no longer needs to be mentioned again. If you dare to move the Eastern Emperor Bell right here and now, you will have to step over my dead body."

Fan Wu She’s pupils contracted fiercely. Resentment and anger surged in his chest: "If our past is not worth mentioning, why are you still standing in front of me? Why did I put my plans on hold for you time and time again? Zong Zi Heng, you've survived until now by relying on that wonderful past we had when we were young."

"I don't want to hear this." Xie Bi An pointed his sword at Fan Wu She, "This is the Eastern Emperor Bell that Master had guarded with his life. Don’t ever think of touching it."

Fan Wu She looked at this ruthless face that he loved and hated extremely, and only felt his heart and lungs were clogged with an agitated and depressed air, even his breathing became difficult: "Did you know, if you said to me that you kept that flower because you always thought of me in your heart, even if it was a lie, then I would…would not have crossed the cycle of life and death in vain and reunite with you."

"Reunite with me, just to cheat me and use me." Xie Bi An’s eyes only had coldness, "Say no more. Stop saying how you can't stop thinking about me and how much you love me. I feel disgusted."

Fan Wu She's pupils darkened. His face suddenly became a little twisted and hideous. He withstood the sharp pain in his heart and nodded, "It’s alright. I just want you to be obedient. Obediently stay by my side, and obediently be fucked by me. This is also your choice." He spread out his hand, and the Shanhe Sheji Map slowly spread out in his palm.

Xie Bi An raised his sword and stabbed towards Fan Wu She. The Underworld was on the verge of losing its defenses, and the Eastern Emperor Bell was the last barrier. No one knew whether the Shanhe Sheji Map could pry the Eastern Emperor Bell away. If the Eastern Emperor Bell is moved, will it lose its maintenance of the Fengdu boundary? As the hub of Jiuyou and the court of all ghosts, the Underworld has ended up in a situation where it will be breached today. How can the earth survive if the Underworld is gone? He can only try his best to stop Fan Wu She.

Fan Wu She blocked with his sword and chanted an incantation under his breath.

"Don't move the Eastern Emperor Bell!" Xie Bi An shouted, "If the Fengdu boundary breaks, the earth will be doomed!"

"When I get back the Heavenly Secret Talisman, millions of ghost citizens will just be soldiers under my command, and the human and ghost realms will be within my grasp." Fan Wu She flashed a sharp sword, spun around and stabbed back, "I want it to be finished, then it can be finished.”

The landscape of the valley gradually appeared on the Shanhe Sheji Map, including the layers upon layers of arrays all around, and the Eastern Emperor Bell, like the enemy's camp on the sand table*, it was "nailed" in the center of the scroll.

The Shanhe Sheji Map flashed with spiritual light. The Eastern Emperor Bell seems to have a response. The totem on the brass bell also shone brightly. This light gradually flowed to the formation under the bell, and the huge and complex talisman formation was like a starry river. With countless tributaries carrying dense spiritual power converging into the sea, they blended with each other, and finally the light grew stronger and stronger, gradually becoming the Milky Way.

The earth beneath his feet trembled, and the Eastern Emperor Bell emitted a low humming sound.

Xie Bi An darted and stabbed out viciously with his sword, interrupting Fan Wu She's release of spiritual power, and the glow of the Eastern Emperor Bell immediately dimmed. Fan Wu She was fighting with Xie Bi An on one hand, and had to withstand the huge spiritual energy consumption of the Shanhe Sheji Map on the other with difficulty. The paler his face is, the more demonically handsome he appears.

The demand for spiritual power from the ancient divine treasure is like a lake that can never be filled up. No matter how the water rushes in, it can't make any ripples when it converges, that's why when Xie Bi An controlled the Shanhe Sheji Map, he had the illusion of having his spiritual power sucked away. That feeling would make people panic from the depths of their souls. He didn't know how Fan Wu She could withstand such spiritual power consumption. This person's talent is really terrifying.

Xie Bi An attacked while disregarding the consequences. He knew that he might not be able to wait for reinforcements even if he continued dragging on. The majority of the Yin servants have been dispatched to deal with Jiang Qu Lian and the fierce ghosts released by him.

Fan Wu She was knocked out by Xie Bi An's sweeping sword energy, and his back fiercely hit the Eastern Emperor Bell with a loud bang. The magical treasure in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. Xie Bi An didn't give him a chance to breathe. His long sword ferociously went after his throat.

Xie Bi An indeed does not like the sinister and vicious Zongxuan sword technique, but this sword technique was also really powerful as a killing move. No wonder it had been able to rule the immortal cultivation world for three hundred years. He had very little spiritual power left and had to end the fight quickly.

Fan Wu She raised his sword to defend and dodge, but the spiritual energy consumed by the Shanhe Sheji Map affected his attack and defense. He was one step faster and also one step slower, and the Juanlan sword grazed his neck.

There was a wave of burning pain. A superficial wound cracked open and blood splashed. His eyes burst with coldness. If he had not dodged that sword in time, he would have been stabbed through the throat. This person really wanted to kill him. Every move was a killing move, wanting to kill him without mercy!

Fan Wu She only felt a pain penetrating through his heart, and his hate could not dissipate. He clenched his sword tightly in his hand, injected spiritual energy, and counterattacked with all his strength. At the same time, the Shanhe Sheji Map glowed again, and the small Eastern Emperor Bell on the scroll shook while the earth trembled.

Both of them are at the end of their rope, and the outcome of the battle depends on this move.

Xie Bi An’s eyes cracked. In two lifetimes, all the grief and anger at this moment attacked his heart, giving him the desire to destroy everything and to end everything. All these ugly hatreds, grudges, sins, evils, let them all disappear, disappear! He recklessly mobilized his spiritual power, and his long sword started to move. The sword moved in a full moon. The eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan sword attacked Fan Wu She with great force.

Fan Wu She was angered by Xie Bi An’s eagerness to kill him, and all the pain, despair, resentment and unwillingness he had felt for a hundred years attacked his heart. When the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword started, that raging murderous aura made the hair stand on his whole body. He instantly recalled the duel between the two of them at Wuji Palace a hundred years ago. In that battle, his big brother also had the intention of dying together with him and used the eighth Chongtian, which he could not fully master.

"Zong, Zi, Heng!" Realizing what Xie Bi An was trying to do, Fan Wu She only felt grief-stricken. His eyes were bloody red. He gathered the Shanhe Sheji Map and poured his spiritual energy into Ting Mo. He had to break this sword move, otherwise both of them would die.

The same starting style, the same sword move, the same strong spiritual pressure collided fiercely between heaven and earth.

It has been 100 years. Back then, that peak of the Zongxuan sword duel destroyed half of Zhengji Hall, which nearly killed the Human Emperor on the spot. This scene is very similar to that year. Will the ending also repeat?

White light flashed with a loud bang, dazzling half of the valley. Under the loud noise, the huge spiritual pressure was like a hurricane sweeping the earth. The sand and stones were flying in the vast world, as if the end of the calamity was arriving at this moment.

Finally, the white light gradually darkened, and everything returned to calmness.

Xie Bi An was half-kneeling on the ground. One hand was supporting the sword, and the other hand was covering his heart. The corners of his mouth cannot help but gush out waves of fresh blood, and his eyes were lax and gray with defeat.

"You were defeated back then, and you're defeated again today." Fan Wu She stood in front of Xie Bi An with difficulty. His body was slightly swaying. He was also seriously injured, "You will always be a defeated general in front of me and be taken advantage of at my convenience.”

Xie Bi An slowly raised his head. Just this one action caused his energy to be exhausted. He opened his mouth only to bleed even more, yet could not make any sound. All his emotions flowed out of his eyes with tears.

"You forced me to do this. Why must you force me to hurt you?" Fan Wu She grasped the Shanhe Sheji Map, turned his head to look at the towering, majestic Eastern Emperor Bell, and muttered, "No one can stop me. Not even you."

The scroll of the Shanhe Sheji Map spread out once again. Fan Wu She released all of his spiritual power, and the massive body of the Eastern Emperor Bell began to tremble enough to shake heaven and earth.

Xie Bi An reached out his hand in despair and grabbed towards the Eastern Emperor Bell in vain.

Master, I'm sorry, this disciple is useless ...

 

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sand table*[沙盘]---used in military:

Edited on 5 June 21 (Emzie)

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