Normally, the Yellow Springs would not even have wind, let alone a loud sound. The Yellow Springs was a true death zone.
Today was a rare day that only appeared once every three hundred years, so the wind was strong and the yellow sand was rolling.
On the road to the netherworld, a man and a ghost were fighting each other. This scene could be considered a spectacle. It was even more rare than the sun that only appeared once every three hundred years.
"You wild ghost, give me your life!"
Chen Shi suddenly shouted. The mahogany sword in his hand was covered with a faint yellow sword light and slashed fiercely at the top of Xu Xian's head.
It was the first time Xu Xian had met a cultivator. He felt that he was already dead, so he didn't care about his soul being scattered. He raised the golden sword and carried it.
Clang!
The peachwood sword descended from the sky with great force. A terrifying force was transmitted to the sword body. Xu Xian's arm couldn't help but tremble, and his feet sank deeply into the yellow sand.
Xu Xian had never practiced swordsmanship, and he knew little about his own literary spirit. He could only rely on his instincts to parry, and he was at a disadvantage after a few moves.
Chen Shi, who was opposite him, had also figured out Xu Xian's background. He smiled coldly and stabbed his sword straight at Xu Xian's heart. The hot blade made Xu Xian feel uncomfortable all over.
Xu Xian subconsciously moved his feet and leaned slightly to the right, narrowly avoiding the strange peach wood sword. His eyebrows couldn't help but twitch wildly.
Xu Xian's intuition told him that the wooden sword was definitely a powerful treasure. He had just witnessed with his own eyes that the reapers could not even withstand a single move from the sword.
The attack missed, and Chen Shi's middle door was obviously wide open. Xu Xian did not have time to think about it, thinking that it was a good opportunity to turn the tables. He held his sword with both hands and suddenly stabbed out.
When Xu Xian attacked, Chen Shi did not panic at all. Instead, he revealed a strange smile. Xu Xian's heart trembled as he thought that he had fallen into a trap.
Sure enough, Chen Shi's left hand, which was behind his back, suddenly made a hand seal. His palm was as strong as thunder, and it suddenly smashed toward Xu Xian's head. One could vaguely hear the deafening sound of thunder.
"Damn it!"
Xu Xian's body, which had used too much strength, could not stop. Feeling the palm wind blowing against his face, the corners of his eyes widened, and the muscles in his entire body suddenly contracted.
At the critical moment, the bestial nature in Xu Xian's blood was stimulated. His panicked eyes became determined, and he stepped out hesitantly again.
"Kill them!"
Xu Xian roared crazily. His legs suddenly exerted strength, sending a cloud of yellow sand flying behind him. He leaped forward like a cheetah.
Xu Xian, who didn't know any sword moves, didn't have any scruples. He held the sword with both hands and pounced on Chen Shi.
The literary aura around him was no longer restrained. In an instant, all of Xu Xian's strength was squeezed dry. The golden talisman sword shone brightly, blinding the two of them.
Chen Shi did not expect that the ghost would have such terrifying strength. He was regretful, but his blood was aroused. He slapped Xu Xian's chest.
A palm and a sword fell at the same time, and the whistling sound of the wind passed by Xu Xian's ears. Xu Xian felt that his chest had been hit hard, and he was sent flying in an instant. His weak soul almost collapsed.
Xu Xian, who had been sent flying for dozens of feet, was already exhausted. He lay in the yellow sand, unable to move. His sunken chest seemed to have been corroded by lightning, and there was even a burning smell.
Compared to the battered Xu Xian, Chen Shi, who was standing there motionlessly, was much more carefree. He still maintained the same coquettish posture as before.
Xu Xian coughed a few times in a row. His expression was painful, but he forced a smile.
Chen Shi, who was like a statue, was pale as if he had lost his soul. As the wind blew, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
"Huff! Huff! Huff huff!"
Xu Xian lay in the yellow sand and panted heavily. His chest hurt like a broken bellow. He couldn't help but feel strange. Could ghosts be afraid of pain?
After lying down for a quarter of an hour, Xu Xian became more and more drowsy. The flowing sand gradually covered his body.
Xu Xian tried to move his body, but only his fingers could move. He couldn't help but smile bitterly." Am I going to be the first ghost to drown in the yellow sand?"
Gradually, the light of Xu Xian's soul dimmed, like an oil lamp that could be extinguished at any time. Perhaps in the next second, his soul would dissipate.
Today, the Yellow Springs was getting more and more windy. Xu Xian didn't know how the Yellow Springs was like in the past, but today was definitely his nightmare.
Xu Xian's body had been completely covered, leaving only half of his head outside. His deep eyes were as dazzling as stars in the yellow sand.
Xu Xian felt a little disappointed that his soul would be destroyed here. He didn't even have a flower or a tree before he died. He was slightly moved.
Seeing that he was about to be covered up, Xu Xian suddenly had a bold idea.
Xu Xian tried his best to raise his burning voice and recite with all his strength,""The grass on the Li Li Plains withers and thrives every year. The wildfire could not burn, but the spring breeze could grow again!”
After chanting for a long time, there was no change in the Yellow Spring. Xu Xian seemed to have lost all vitality. It seemed that flowers and plants could not grow in the Yellow Spring.
Xu Xian sighed deeply. He couldn't bear to watch himself being buried alive, so he closed his eyes and waited for his death.
After an unknown amount of time, perhaps only a few breaths, a chill woke Xu Xian up.
"Hmm?"
Xu Xian groaned in pain. He felt the coldness on his face become more and more obvious. He subconsciously opened his eyes and saw that it was drizzling in the dark sky.
A moment ago, the sky was filled with yellow sand, but in the next second, it was spring rain. Xu Xian could not help but open his dry mouth wide, greedily sucking on the gift from heaven.
It was not only the sudden drizzle, but the surrounding yellow sand also started to shake strangely. Spring buds drilled out of the sand sea one after another, struggling to sway their bodies.
For a moment, it was as if four seasons had passed. The surrounding yellow sand was covered with weeds, and with the nourishment of the rain, it emitted a refreshing smell of grass.
"Haha, I, Xu Xian, am indeed a god, haha!”
Xu Xian witnessed this miraculous change with his own eyes. Although he was about to leave this world, he felt that his life had not been in vain. He kept laughing wildly.
Just as Xu Xian was laughing, a pair of bright eyes stared at the miracle in front of them in disbelief. For thousands of years, there had never been a heavy rain in the Yellow Spring, let alone a field of green grass.
However, the amazing thing was not over yet. The scholar lying in the green grass had golden flowers blooming from his mouth. He looked up at the sky and roared,
The far-off fragrance encroaches on the ancient road,
the clear green meets the Yellow Springs.
He sent Xu Xian off again,
Lush and full of parting feelings!
Xu Xian howled loudly, as if he was bidding farewell to his departure. His voice was full of righteousness and unrestrained. It was completely impossible to tell that he was a dying man.
When the poem was finished, the drizzling sky suddenly cleared up. Flowers broke out of the ground and bloomed beside Xu Xian. There were still crystal drops on the gorgeous petals.
An alluring fragrance permeated the mysterious world. For the first time, flowers and plants appeared in the leafless Yellow Spring.
The literary Qi above Xu Xian's head gradually gathered. Although it was not as terrifying as the previous times, it was still five inches long. It kept pouring into his body and nourishing his tottering soul.
Gradually, Xu Xian could feel the changes in his body. He could not help but moan. A comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, as if every cell was cheering.
Just as Xu Xian closed his eyes to enjoy all of this, he suddenly felt something wet on his face. He subconsciously sniffed it with his nose, and there seemed to be a fragrance.
Xu Xian opened his eyes in anticipation.
"F * ck!"
The pitiful Xu Xian only had time to scream. He seemed to have seen something terrifying, and then he kicked his legs and fainted.
A huge snake head peeked out from the bushes. After seeing Xu Xian faint, it revealed a human-like smile, as if it had a hint of craftiness. Or proud?
It was a monster that looked like a python but was not. It was several meters tall. Its lantern-sized eyes were emitting green light. It kept sticking out its tongue as if it had been drooling for a long time.
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