novelaction Chapter 313 will be read after it is finished.
Chapter 313 will be read after it is finished.
Above the ruins, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of scorched earth permeated. Li Xiaoxiao struggled to stand up, feeling a burning pain in the back of his neck. He reached out and touched it, and found that the bronze runes were moving under his skin like a living thing. The silver-haired boy leaned against the broken wall, blood seeping from under the black cloth, but he suddenly chuckled: "I didn't expect that you would really dare to lead with your body."
"Did you know this would happen?" Li Xiaoxiao clenched the still-hot broken sword, and the sword reflected the complex emotions that flashed across the boy's eyes. The boy did not answer, but threw the broken jade token over, and a faint light seeped out from the cracks on the token, resonating with the runes on her back and making a buzzing sound.
A roar like an earthquake came from deep in the ruins, and a half-broken bronze coffin slowly rose from the rubble. Black mist leaked out from the gap in the coffin lid, and a body with the same appearance as the boy could be vaguely seen curled up inside, but with black chains wrapped around it and a half-broken sword stuck in its heart - it was the fragment of the sword in Li Xiaoxiao's hand.
"Is this... another you?" Li Xiaoxiao took a half step back, and the blood on the broken sword suddenly boiled. The boy shook his head, and the chain suddenly straightened and made a clanging sound: "It's me a thousand years ago, and I'm also the key to trap the Nine Nether Demon God." Before he finished speaking, the body in the coffin suddenly opened its eyes, and black mist surged in the empty pupils. It raised its hand and a black lightning struck the boy.
The jade token and the broken sword burst into strong light at the same time. Li Xiaoxiao felt a sharp pain in the rune on her back, and was sucked into a vortex of memories. Broken images came like a tide: the young man in white kneeled in the blood pool, stabbing the broken sword into his heart to seal the devil; the disciple Li Xiaoxiao of the mountain gate had his memory wiped out and was thrown into the secret realm; the strange connection between the bronze rune and the Heavenly Dao brand... It turned out that she had been a vessel born for this moment from the beginning to the end.
"Be careful!" The boy's roar brought her back to reality. The black shadow in the coffin had broken free of the chains, and the black mist from the seven orifices condensed into a three-headed, six-armed demon god. The chains around the boy broke apart, his silver hair moved without wind, and his left eye, covered by a black cloth, suddenly showed the same vertical eye as the demon god.
"It's time to end it." The young man raised his hand and held Li Xiaoxiao's sword-holding hand. The seal of their contract turned into a golden chain, entwined on the broken sword. The demon roared, time and space began to collapse in the distortion, and countless layers of superimposed illusions emerged under the ruins - all the scenes that Li Xiaoxiao experienced in the secret realm, at this moment, all turned into the source of the demon's power.
Li Xiaoxiao suddenly had an idea and thrust the broken sword into the ground: "Reverse reincarnation!" A long golden river gushed out from the tip of the sword, carrying the memories of the two people upstream. She saw that the boy was willing to become a demon to protect the people a thousand years ago, saw her past and present lives that were erased, and saw the thousand-year chess game set by the Heavenly Dao to check and balance the demon god.
When the long river touched the shadow of the demon god, time and space exploded. When Li Xiaoxiao opened his eyes again, he was already on the top of a mountain surrounded by clouds and mist. The young man stood leaning against the stone tablet, the chains around him were broken, the black cloth fell off, revealing his eyes that were intertwined with the stars and the netherworld. There was a half-inscription engraved on the stone tablet, which was the spell on the jade tablet - "sacrifice yourself and cut off all cause and effect."
"Is this the end?" Li Xiaoxiao looked at the gradually dissipating demonic energy, and the runes on her back finally returned to peace. The young man shook his head and ran his fingertips across the back of her neck: "This is just the beginning. You and I cut off the reincarnation of the demon god, but it touched the laws of heaven." He pointed to the sky, where a blood-red crack had appeared at some point, and countless chains were hanging down, and an ancient whisper could be heard faintly.
As the mountain wind howled, Li Xiaoxiao tightly grasped the broken sword. She knew that a new crisis had quietly arrived, and this time, she was no longer a chess piece pushed by fate. In the shadow behind the stone tablet, half of the bronze coffin was looming, and the sound of chains came from the coffin.