Chapter 638
Blood dripped along the lines of the dragon bone knife, burning black holes on the beach. Fu Shaoping knelt on one knee, his back full of blood-colored strings, each one greedily sucking his dragon blood. The golden dagger on Nangong Wan's chest was melting, turning into a purple-black fire stream that seeped into her seven orifices.
"Sacrifice?" Fu Shaoping bit his tongue and sprayed blood on the blade, "You are worthy?"
The dragon pattern spread from his neck to his cheeks, forming scale-like light patterns on the surface of his skin. The strings inserted into his back suddenly vibrated violently, making a tooth-grinding cracking sound—Wen Buyan's residual soul was actually forcibly extracting the dragon blood from his body!
Nangong Wan suddenly opened her eyes, and a purple-black fire snake swam in her pupils. Her blood-stained fingers suddenly clasped Fu Shaoping's wrist, and the golden thread drilled out from under the skin and grew wildly along the skin where the two people were touching.
"Don't..." Fu Shaoping's pupils shrank suddenly. The golden threads were weaving a formation diagram of some ancient forbidden technique. Every time a pattern was completed, Nangong Wan's face became grayer.
Huge waves exploded on the sea surface. Wen Buyan's shadow solidified on the crest of the wave, the Jiaoweiqin floated in front of him, and countless qin insects crawled out of the missing little finger. "The Blood Feeding Forbidden Technique of Longyuan Pavilion is in your hands." He plucked the qin pegs made of the pavilion master's finger bones, "It's a pity that Miss Nangong's gold thread will eventually become the strings of my Tianmoqin--"
The sound of the zither turned into a tangible shackle that wrapped around Nangong Wan's neck, but bounced off the moment it touched her skin. Half a broken dragon scale appeared on her chest, which was the essence of Fu Shaoping's lifeblood that had been transferred into her body earlier.
"Impossible!" Wen Buyan's shadow shook, "How could Dragon Scale recognize its master?"
Fu Shaoping suddenly jumped up, and the dragon bone knife cut out a half-moon arc of light. This knife had no skill, and it was purely the brute force of the dragon pattern that split the sound barrier. Where the blade pointed, the blood-colored formation diagram from ten years ago appeared on the beach - a replica of the "Nine Nether Soul Guide Formation" was right under their feet!
"So that's how it is." Nangong Wan's voice was hoarse, and the golden thread on her fingertips suddenly pierced her heart, "Use my golden thread as a guide to redraw the blood formation of that year." She coughed out blood foam with sparks, "Wen Buyan, what you want to revive is not the Tianmoqin at all."
The sound of the waves strangely stopped. Wen Buyan's residual soul solidified in mid-air, and 301 blood marks appeared on the piano - each mark corresponds to a dead soul of Longyuan Pavilion. Fu Shaoping suddenly understood something, and all the dragon patterns lit up: "Those souls you extracted."
"It's all here." Nangong Wan suddenly opened his collar, revealing a dragon pattern exactly like Fu Shaoping's below his collarbone. "Shaoping, do you remember the first time we met?"
Memories split the fog like thunder. On the bloody night ten years ago, Fu Shaoping found not only his enemies in the ruins, but also a little girl hung on a tree by a golden thread - the heir of the Nangong family's "Golden Thread Questioning the Sky", a "living magic weapon" that can naturally repair residual souls!
"You use her to nourish your soul." Fu Shaoping's sword energy surged, but he saw Nangong Wan's golden thread suddenly wrapped around his wrist. Those lines were no longer pure gold, but a red glow mixed with dragon blood.
Wen Buyan's residual soul laughed sharply: "You only understand now? What you rescued back then was the vessel I prepared for the resurrection of the Pavilion Master's wife!" The sound of the piano suddenly became shrill, and the dragon pattern on Nangong Wan's body began to distort. "It's a pity that this girl secretly took away half of the dragon scale, otherwise she should have been..."
"Shut up!" Fu Shaoping suddenly stabbed the dragon bone knife into his abdomen. Blood gushed out, drawing a complete dragon-shaped totem on the beach. The strings inserted in his back met the dragon blood and instantly ignited a silver-blue flame.
Nangong Wan took the opportunity to make a hand gesture, and the broken golden threads rose from the sand and woven into a dense net to cover Wen Buyan. Each golden thread was entangled with Fu Shaoping's dragon energy, and the web was the secret method of Longyuan Pavilion - "Reverse Scale Soul Locking Formation"!
“You guys!” Wen Buyan’s residual soul was cut into pieces by the golden thread, but he was still grinning, “Do you think this is the end? Look at that girl’s eyes!”
When Fu Shaoping turned his head, he met Nangong Wan's eyes, which had completely turned purple and black. The dagger on her chest had completely melted, and the Nine Netherworld Fire was flowing through her meridians, burning spider-web-like cracks on her skin.
"Kill me." She dug her nails deep into Fu Shaoping's arm, but her voice was unusually calm. "Before the nether fire devours the dragon scales."
The sea breeze suddenly changed direction. On the horizon, twelve black-robed figures came over on the waves - reinforcements from the Beast Taming Sect had arrived. In the bronze tripod held by the leader was a beating heart, and with every beat, poisonous insects poured out of the tripod's mouth.
Fu Shaoping suddenly laughed. He pulled out the dragon bone knife from his abdomen, and the tip of the knife lifted up the silver rope wrapped around Nangong Wan's neck: "Wanwan, do you remember asking about the origin of this strand of black hair?"
Before she could answer, the blade cut through the silver rope. The moment the black hair fell, the entire sea suddenly stopped - even the waves froze in mid-air. Fu Shaoping's dragon pattern faded, revealing an old wound on his chest: it was the mark of being pierced by a golden thread ten years ago, and the shape was exactly the same as the scar on Nangong Wan's heart.
"Longyuan Pavilion's forbidden technique: the same fate contract." He held Nangong Wan's hand and pressed it against his wound. "Why do you think you were able to survive that year?"
Wen Buyan's residual soul howled inhumanly. The heart in the bronze tripod suddenly exploded, and the twelve black-robed monks vomited blood at the same time - their feet were covered with golden threads at some point, each connected to Nangong Wan's fingertips.
"Impossible! The fate contract requires..." Wen Buyan's residual soul began to dissipate, "Unless you..."
"We have shared souls." Fu Shaoping's dragon pupils turned completely golden, and the dragon bone knife flew to Nangong Wan's hand. When her fingers grasped the hilt, the dragon pattern on the blade merged perfectly with her golden thread, and a knife that penetrated yin and yang was cut between the sea and the sky.
When the sound of the waves re-emerged, countless bronze fragments floated on the sea. Nangong Wan stumbled into Fu Shaoping's arms, and the wounds on both of them healed simultaneously. On the reef in the distance, a half-burnt zither suddenly played the last movement of "Requiem".
"Wen Buyan's true body." Nangong Wan suddenly coughed violently and spat out a dead Qin insect. "It's still somewhere in the East China Sea."
Fu Shaoping used the dragon pattern to seal the remaining nether fire in her heart, and suddenly lowered his head to kiss the corner of her bleeding lips. This rusty kiss lasted for three breaths, until a dragon scale-like light appeared between their lips.
"I gave you half a dragon scale to save your life." He whispered against her forehead, "Now, I want you to carry my mark forever."
The moment the morning sun pierced through the clouds, the figures hugging each other on the beach were stretched out. Where the two shadows intersected, one could vaguely see dragon patterns and golden threads weaving a new contract - deeper than the same fate, more immortal than the soul.
The sea water suddenly boiled, and the dragon scales under Nangong Wan's collarbone burst into dazzling white light. Before Fu Shaoping could react, he was blown away more than ten feet by the burst of spiritual power. When he smashed the reef and stabilized his body, he saw Nangong Wan floating in the air, with long white hair.
"Aunt Qingqing?" Fu Shaoping's pupils trembled violently. The spiritual energy ripples flowing around Nangong Wan's body were clearly the unique mental method of the wife of the master of Longyuan Pavilion, "Xuepo Ningguang Jue".
Nangong Wan opened her eyes without pupils, only two rotating ice crystals. Six-sided frost flowers condensed on her fingertips, and with a flick of her finger, the entire sea was frozen. The Beastmasters were still charging, but they had become ice sculptures.
"Ping'er." Nangong Wan's voice was a gentle female voice. "Is the dragon bone knife left by your father still obedient?" Fu Shaoping's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. On that bloody night ten years ago, the wife of the Pavilion Master used herself as bait to detonate and destroy the core formation of Longyuan Pavilion in order to protect the disciples from evacuation. At that time, the last sentence she said in the voice transmission was this - but how could Nangong Wan know?
The ice crystal suddenly cracked. Nangong Wan hugged her head in pain, her white hair turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye. When she fell, a small transparent snake emerged from the dragon scales on her chest, spitting out its tongue and hissing at Fu Shaoping: "Wen Buyan has polluted the dragon veins with the Nine Netherworld Fire. Be careful of the "
Before he finished speaking, the little snake exploded into a bloody mist. Fu Shaoping caught the unconscious Nangong Wan and found a strange black dragon pattern on the back of her neck - exactly the same as the one on his body, but growing in reverse.
"The fate contract backfired?" He tore open his clothes, and the originally golden dragon pattern was gradually stained with black air. What's more terrifying is that every time the black air spread an inch, Nangong Wan's breathing became weaker.
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the bottom of the sea. The frozen sea surface cracked into spider web-like patterns, and purple-black flames oozed out of the cracks. Just as Fu Shaoping was about to evacuate, the twelve ice sculptures exploded at the same time, and the flying poisonous insects formed a cloud of insects that covered the sky.
"Young Master Fu, how are you?" A giant face made of poisonous insects emerged from the cloud of insects. "Back then, your father used the dragon blood curse to kill 300 disciples of our sect. Today, it's time to pay back the debt."
Fu Shaoping protected Nangong Wan behind him and slashed with the dragon bone knife. The moment the knife split the insect cloud, he saw the scene on the seabed clearly - under the ice, the ruins of the sleeping Longyuan Pavilion were floating up! Those purple-black flames were overflowing from the bronze lamp in the pavilion master's bedroom.
"So that's it." Fu Shaoping suddenly understood why Wen Buyan was obsessed with Nangong Wan's golden thread. The one who could control the Nine Netherworld Fire was never the Qin Demon, but the one who was sealed in the lamp.
The cloud of insects gathered again. This time they formed twelve giant swords, all pointing at Nangong Wan's heart. Fu Shaoping was about to activate the dragon pattern, but Nangong Wan suddenly opened her eyes, and golden threads shot out from her ten fingers, weaving a huge Bagua formation in the air.
"Reverse Yin and Yang!" She bit her finger and tapped the center of the formation. The golden thread instantly stained with blood, and the formation diagram rotated to suck the insect cloud into it. But after performing this move, her nostrils and ears began to bleed - the blood fell to the ground and turned into jumping purple flames.
Fu Shaoping suddenly stabbed the dragon bone knife into his heart. When the blade was three inches deep, the black lines on Nangong Wan's body stopped spreading. He spit out blood and laughed: "Sure enough. The real use of the same life contract is..."
"You're crazy!" Nangong Wan tried to draw his sword but was repelled by the dragon's energy. "You will..."
"We are just sharing the pain." Fu Shaoping held her shaking hand, "Ten years ago, you took away half of my life, and now it's my turn to pay it back."
A loud sound of bronze breaking came from the bottom of the sea. The ruins of Longyuan Pavilion completely surfaced, and the demon seal on the main hall door was melting. What was even more terrifying was that the overflowing purple-black flames condensed into 301 human figures in the air - they were the Longyuan Pavilion disciples who died in the battle that year!
The giant face made of poisonous insects let out a terrified roar: "The devil is leading the soul! Wen Buyan, you lied to us." Before the words fell, all the purple and black figures turned their heads at the same time, and their empty eye sockets were fixed on Fu Shaoping and the other two.
Nangong Wan suddenly ripped open Fu Shaoping's collar and pressed the bloodstained gold thread on the dragon pattern on his chest: "Since you are going crazy, you might as well go even crazier." A determination flashed in her eyes, "The last move of the Yin-Yang Harmony Art - defy fate and change destiny!"
The moment the golden thread and the dragon pattern touched, the underwater ruins burst into a dazzling light. Fu Shaoping felt a hot torrent rushing into his meridians, while Nangong Wan was filled with icy spiritual power. When the two people's spiritual power completed the great circulation in each other's bodies, the suspended ruins exploded, revealing the bronze lamp at the core.
What was beating in the lamp was not a flame, but a heart wrapped in purple-black threads! Each thread was connected to a purple-black figure, which was frantically draining their soul power.
"It turns out that Wen Buyan collects the dead souls for the purpose of..." Fu Shaoping suddenly coughed up a black blood clot, "to maintain the wife of the Pavilion Master..."
Nangong Wan's golden threads suddenly stretched straight. She was bleeding from all seven orifices but smiled brightly: "I understand! The Pure World White Lotus is right here." Before she finished speaking, she turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the lamp.
Fu Shaoping's dragon patterns all lit up, but he found himself imprisoned by some kind of power. He watched Nangong Wan smash the barrier outside the lamp and hold the heart with both hands.
“Wan Wan! No!”
Nangong Wan turned around to look at him one last time, and his lips clearly said, "The solution to the fate contract."
In the earth-shattering explosion, golden threads fell like rain. Each golden thread that fell on Fu Shaoping carried fragments of Nangong Wan's memory - it turned out that she had taken the initiative to let Wen Buyan extract her soul ten years ago in order to preserve the last consciousness of the Pavilion Master's wife; and the Pure World White Lotus she had been looking for all these years was actually the ultimate form of her own golden thread spiritual root.
When the last golden thread merged into Fu Shaoping's body, a pure white lotus blossomed between the sea and the sky. At the pistil, Nangong Wan's shadow was dissipating, and the heart faded from purple and black to bright red.
"Is it worth it?" Fu Shaoping knelt on Lian Xin, holding the heart that was beating again, "Use your"
"Fool." Nangong Wan's shadow poked his forehead, "Isn't the best thing for the Golden Thread Monk to do 'Thread Breaking Soul Ties'?"
The white lotus suddenly closed, wrapping Fu Shaoping and his heart inside. When the sea surface returned to calm, the people of the Beast Taming Sect had already disappeared. Only a strand of gold thread was wrapped around the black hair, floating away with the waves.
In the far north, Wen Buyan's real body in the ice coffin suddenly opened his eyes. The broken strings on his Jiaowei Qin were automatically connected into a golden color. In the ten thousand year old black ice coffin in the far north, Wen Buyan's real body suddenly opened his eyes.
“Heh…” Wen Buyan chuckled, stroking the strings with his fingertips, “The golden thread asks the sky, weaving the soul and replenishing the spirit… Nangong Wan, you have finally become my string.”
The strings of the zither vibrated, and Nangong Wan's voice could be heard faintly: "Wen Buyan... do you think... you have won?"
Wen Buyan's smile froze, he looked down suddenly and found that his fingers were entangled in the strings and he couldn't get free!
"What?!"
The strings spread like a living thing, climbing up his arms to his neck and digging into his flesh. Wen Buyan groaned, and the spiritual power in his body was actually being drained in reverse!
"You... plotted against me?"
Nangong Wan's voice was cold and clear in the strings: "What the Golden Thread Monk is best at... is 'Broken Thread, Soul Tie'." (End of this chapter)