That is the sword that was once used by her father and is now used by her.
Yan Wei was holding the sword, suddenly kneeling on the ruins.
……
When that shocking power exploded, Mu Yunzhi was quickly thinking about how to pull Nian Chaoxi into the city defense formation after it was reopened.
The subordinate next to him said joyfully: "It's done! The city defense formation..."
The next moment, a violent momentum erupted.
Mu Yunzhi turned around in confusion, only to see a vast and clean expanse between heaven and earth, but there was no trace of the passing years.
He wanted to ask where Xixi had gone, but he heard someone crying and saying, "The little city lord and the demon lord perished together!"
What?
He was bewildered and incredulous.
What did he hear?
Suddenly, it became noisy in his ears, and he heard someone frantically calling for the city lord. When he lowered his head, he saw drops of blood falling from the corner of his lips.
He casually wiped away the bloodstains and looked up in confusion.
Where did Xi Xi go...?
The top of the city wall is chaotic like another world, some are crying, and some are frantically saying: "Lord Zongshu, you cannot go down!"
In the corner of her eye, Yan'er and Shen Tui had somehow climbed up the city wall together. After a moment of confusion, Yan'er suddenly drew a sword from a nearby cultivator and thrust it into Shen Tui's chest.
"The girl is gone! The girl is gone! Shen Tui! The girl shouldn't have saved you in the first place! The girl gave you a life, and now, you all should accompany her to the grave!"
Shen Tui covered his chest, suddenly raised his head: "What did you say? Who saved me?"
Yaner drew her sword and swung it wildly: "Who do you think you are! Without the young lady, you would have frozen to death in the winter night long ago! What makes you, a powerless and insignificant brat, worthy of being chosen by the young lady to be her playmate! Shen Tui! Go accompany the dead!"
Shen said hoarsely: "What did you say...?"
What did she say?
What's wrong with Xixi?
He gazed blankly at the city below, and among the ruins, only the figure of a young boy knelt like a ghost between the vast heavens and earth.
Chapter 25
July 15, the Ghost Festival, also known as the Ghost Day.
It was just clear and bright, and without any warning, a heavy rain suddenly fell.
Standing in this heavy rain day and night, I lower my head and face my own tombstone.
She: "......"
Tombstone：“……”
She is clearly still alive and standing here, but the tombstone in front of her looks somewhat aged, its rustic texture more pronounced under the heavy rain.
The sky was too dark, she bent down slightly, wanting to see a little clearer, but the rain poured down on her head, completely blurring her vision.
The chill came surging up, only realized afterwards.
I shivered day and night, instinctively pinching a spell to resist the wind and rain.
A stretch of the hand directly grasped loneliness.
She then realized that the spiritual power in her meridians was minimal.
But she was not too panicked, because she had a vague feeling that this should only be temporary, so she casually put her hands down again.
The only thing to worry about is probably whether or not to catch a cold.
But she is still in the dark about the current situation, and for the time being, she has no mind to pay attention to these trivial details.
She reached out to wipe her face and squinted to look at the words on the tombstone.
Then I instinctively read it out loud.
"Nian family... Grave of morning and evening?"
As soon as the words fell, the sound of thunder erupted without warning.
The New Year morning and evening shivered again, not knowing whether it was from fear or from the cold.
She伸手搓了搓手臂,喃喃困惑道：“This is really my grave, but who set up the grave for me? And... ”
Moreover, if she remembers correctly, she should be long gone.
She remembers clearly that she was determined to perish together with the Demon Lord Fentian, and seizing the opportunity, she directly self-destructed her inner elixir.
At that time, her strength should have been at the Mahayana stage. If a Mahayana cultivator self-destructs their inner elixir, anyone who can find even a tiny bit of her bone fragments can be considered her defeat.
So, even if someone helps her build a tomb, it is most likely just a tomb for show.
Then the question arises.
She initially used the forbidden technique of soul sealing. Although there is a chance of survival with this forbidden technique, it is based on the premise that her body is still intact and that there is a physical form to allow her resurrection.
Now she has turned to ashes.
However, the fact is that her memory from a second ago was still lingering in the blinding self-detonation when she perished together with Fentian, and the next moment she opened her eyes, staring face to face with her own grave.
The year has passed, and I shivered again, rubbing my arms, instinctively lowering my head to look at the clothes on my body.
She was still wearing the clothes from before her death, but her armor was nowhere to be found, leaving only a tattered dress, with large patches of blood on her chest, almost unable to cover her body.
It's really cold and awkward.
She looked around, trying to find something to shield her from the wind and rain.
Then the gaze fell on one's own tombstone.
In front of her tombstone, there are fresh flowers, fruits, and pastries.
These should not have been placed for long, but unfortunately the flowers and pastries have been soaked and ruined by the rain, only the fruits are still intact.
Lacking spiritual power and just revived, she immediately felt hungry.
So she looked around and quietly took two apples and tucked them into her bosom.
Taking things that others use as offerings, I feel somewhat guilty during the New Year.
She immediately thought that this was originally her grave, and the things should naturally be for her to eat, so she immediately felt no guilt.
I didn't expect that someone with such a poor reputation would still have people worshiping her.
Taking the apple, a piece of black satin hidden beneath the offerings was revealed.
I stared at that satin for two seconds, then directly pulled out that piece of fabric and wrapped myself tightly from top to bottom.
This piece of cloth is wide enough to wrap him tightly, making it look like a cloak from a distance.