Chapter 82: 481

Chapter 87.6 There Will Always Be A Way Out

You Wuming narrowed his eyes from beginning to end and leaned lazily on the table. When he heard this sentence, even his eyelids didn’t move.

Sang Yuanyuan asked: “How does the Saint want us to die?”

Yun Zhizhuo was even more embarrassed: “Ah… King You didn’t bring the sword in. Then, I will let him borrow my saber.”

He got up slowly, walked over quickly, took off his saber and placed it in front of You Wuming.

“Kill yourself.” He said, “When life is suddenly blocked while it is still flourishing, it will inevitably be painful. If you kill yourself, the time of pain should be a little shorter. Although I haven’t tried, I think if you don’t cut the airway, you wouldn’t be choked by blood, so it should still be fine.”

His eyes were sincere, as if he was completely thinking about the other party and not asking people to die at all.

“But why should I listen to you?” Sang Yuanyuan tilted her head and asked.

Yun Zhizhuo smiled shyly: “Why did Princess Sang think that the King of Bai state would dance for us? Isn’t it because he had no other way? How can mortals resist the power of destiny?”

Before his voice fell, Sang Yuanyuan found that her hand moved by itself, stretched out to the saber on the table, grabbed the handle and picked it up.

She looked at her hand in surprise. It’s moving by itself!

After concentrating for a moment, she realized that it was the work of the colorful forces in her body.

“With such power, what can’t be solved by the Temple of Heaven?” Sang Yuanyuan said, “What have you all done before? Why do you have to create so many things before and make it so troublesome then?”

“It is indeed our failure.” Yun Zhizhuo’s body suddenly leaned forward and yellow blood spurted from his mouth. “In fact, it was just an accident. When the great forbidden technique was casted, I was inadvertently infected with divine power and in a desperate situation that couldn’t be saved anymore. The Head of the Altar used the power of the whole altar to help me hold up until now, just to let me use this power of destiny to take the lives of two people before I die, so as to bring the order out again amidst the chaos.”

His entire head’s black hair instantly turned into a snow white color.

On his handsome face, many wrinkles appeared. In an instant, he changed from a handsome young man in his early twenties to an old man whose oil is exhausted and the lamp is withered[1]!

He lost the strength of his legs and feet, fell to the ground, panting and said weakly: “Mortals can never touch the power of destiny. Now, my wish has been fulfilled, and I can go with peace of mind. Before my death, I was able to personally master the power of destiny using this mortal body of mine, and able to make up for the mistakes I once made. Yun Zhizhuo really has no regret in his death…”

His eyes were burning as he stared at Sang Yuanyuan’s hand that was holding the saber.

“I will hold on for a while, and wait for you two, to go on the road together.”

Because of vomiting blood, he coughed a little, but he still looked very excited, “Do it!”

The long saber in Sang Yuanyuan’s hand is unsheathed and it is placed on her own neck.

Her expression was still plain as she said: “The great forbidden technique you said before refers to pouring that power into the broken mirror in Meng Wuyou’s hands, right?”

Yun Zhizhuo’s dilated pupils contracted slightly.

He was no longer able to speak, but from his expression, both Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming could see the answer.

“The Temple of Heaven is wrong.” Sang Yuanyuan said. “If there is really destruction in the world, it must be because a baby has a sharp weapon and destroys himself. The Temple of Heaven shouldn’t force something.”

The light in Yun Zhizhuo’s eyes was soon extinguished.

Sang Yuanyuan loosened her hand that was holding You Wuming’s little finger.

With a flick of his long sleeves, You Wuming swept away the long saber that was lying across Sang Yuanyuan’s neck and cut off half of Yun Zhizhuo’s head.

His hand turned back sharply, pinched her wrist pulse, and the black flame appeared on his fingertips.

A moment later, those colorful round spots in Sang Yuanyuan’s body all passed to You Wuming’s body and were burned to death by his black flames.

“He doesn’t seem to be a bad person either.” Sang Yuanyuan sighed. “The Temple of Heaven really has too many secrets. The truth should not be that far away from us now.”

While he was at it, You Wuming also solved the ‘poison’ in the body of the four people from the Bai clan. Then he lifted up Sang Yuanyuan and said: “Let’s go.”

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[1] oil is exhausted and the lamp is withered: life is about to end.