allonlinenovel Chapter 254 Freshmen
Chapter 254 Freshmen
Fang Xiang, who was hiding under Yuan Jin, quietly poked his head out and looked at Ji Wuming, whose body was pitch black and only had one breath left. He twisted his body and crawled out from under his belly. He raised his body, spit out the snake core, and showed a cruel smile.
"Ji Wuming, Ji Wuming, you've fallen into my hands now. Whether it's you or Ji Wuya, you're both useless. You can start a fight with just a little guidance. You're truly something engraved in the blood of your Ji family."
Fang Xiang was extremely satisfied to have killed Ji Wuming, the strongest of the new generation of the Ji family, who was one small realm higher than himself, with his own hands. He even wanted to laugh wildly, but Yuan Jin was standing next to him, which made the indulgent him a little reserved.
The snake core brushed across the corner of its mouth, polishing its two slender fangs until they were shiny.
The pupils on the triangular head were drowned in scarlet. "Let me taste your blood."
The snake's core was retracted, and its body was raised high. Its two fangs were like sharp swords, piercing into Ji Wuming's body fiercely.
The hairless white sheep behind the poisonous snake lowered its head, swallowed the ashes on the ground into its mouth, and kept chewing. Its black pupils silently stared at the front. In an instant, a sudden strong wind came from the front, and a deafening roar resounded through the world. A firework of flesh and blood bloomed. Fang Xiang, who was closest to the lion's body, was blown to pieces in an instant. His triangular head was blown into powder, and his two fangs flew away. The explosion was so violent that Fang Xiang didn't even make a wail, and only a piece of residue was left near his tail.
The aftermath of the flesh and blood explosion was no longer as violent when it reached Aries. At most, it only made Aries spit out blood. He held up his fat belly, and his body was covered with flesh and blood. He lowered his head and put the remains of the poisonous snake on the ashes into his mouth, chewing it continuously, numbly and greedily.
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Fierce flames burned in the woods, all life turned into fuel to feed the flames to destroy the world, and the piles of corpses turned into ashes under the burning fire.
The bird with a cat-like head on the branch was no longer able to resist. It leaned against the trunk, concentrating its last will on the small tree to protect it from the burning flames. The phantom of death appeared before his eyes, and the flames fell silently on his feathers. Until the end, he was still protecting his sister trapped in the tree, and he did not use even his last bit of strength on himself.
The flames burned all the owl's feathers, and black smoke rose from his body, flew into the sky, and gathered in the dark clouds. The fate of death finally came. Losing the support of strength, Feng Han's burning body fell from the tree trunk, hit the ground, and merged into the flying ashes.
The barrier of will dissipated without support, and the orange-red flames fell on the small tree, burning fiercely. The new branches and leaves turned yellow, and the charred branches fell from the sky and scattered on the ground. After the protection from his brother disappeared, Feng Shuang, who could no longer sense the outside world, was about to face his destined death.
The eternally burning fire will not stop for anyone, nor will it hold back for anyone. Under this fate of death, everyone is equal.
The remaining life will be dedicated to the ancient tree of life, nourishing its body and starting a new cycle of reincarnation. The dead residue will turn into ashes under the burning flames and become the nourishment for the birth of new life in the spring of the following year. Before the harvest comes, it has already gone to destruction. The cycle of the four seasons has become distorted and damaged under the destined changes.
Under the torture of the eternal flame, Feng Shuang, who was trapped in the trees, felt the long-lost pain. Feng Han's will gradually dissipated a long time ago. Feng Shuang, who was trapped in the endless darkness, suddenly felt the hot flame burning from her palms and falling all over her body. The constant pain made her regain some consciousness.
It was as if a torch was lit in the endless darkness, bringing a little light, which shone on Feng Shuang's beautiful face. It was dark green, like the surface of a vine. Her dry skin was reflected in the firelight. The flames rose from her body, burning the vines into embers. The parasitic branches on her body turned into ashes under the burning flames, fell off from her body, and condensed into green blood that flowed through her blood vessels. An emerald green tail feather fell from the sky and landed on Feng Shuang's palm.
The emerald green tail feathers turned into a torrent, condensing into a huge flower bud from the air. A series of illusory stairs condensed from the outside of the flower bud, leading to the feet of Feng Shuang. A dreamlike murmur came from the void.
"Come, my child, let us embrace death, usher in a peaceful sleep, and be rekindled from the flames, leaving the old behind and ushering in a new life."
The illusory staircase flickered, and Feng Shuang felt the call and temptation from her heart, and couldn't help wanting to get closer. Suddenly, she thought of something, and her eyes left the flower bud and looked around, shouting in the endless darkness, "Brother, where are you!"
Unable to get the familiar response, Feng Shuang timidly took a few steps back. The flickering void stairs seemed to collapse under the girl's deliberate resistance. The pink flower bud failed to welcome the girl's body to gradually close, and the only remaining step of change seemed to disappear.
A faint sigh came from the flower bud, and a bird with a cat's head fell from the sky, landing on the last step that was about to break. "I knew that without me, my lovely sister would never reach the last step. She still needs me, a thoughtful, kind, and amiable brother."
The owl smiled, its pupils moved slightly, emitting a dazzling light. Under the illumination of the light, the empty stairs solidified, the flower buds bloomed again, the endless darkness was dispelled by the light, and the sea of flowers on the mountains emerged from the darkness. The bright light reflected into the sky, emitting warmth and hope.
"Come on, Feng Shuang, I'll wait for you here. You have to walk the rest of the way."
Hearing the familiar voice, Feng Shuang's pupils began to blur at some point, and mist rose from her eyes. She grabbed her right wrist with her left hand and pressed it against her chest. The fear gradually dissipated from her heart. She started again and walked up the stairs, step by step, faster and faster, and her heart became more determined, until she walked with Feng Han. Under his gentle gaze, Feng Shuang stepped over the stairs and walked into the depths of the flower bud.
"Every death has meaning, and all persistence and stubbornness are not in vain. The birth of life is destined to end with the death of life. Perhaps this is all part of fate. After I die, she will be reborn from the flames, abandoning her former body and being replaced by the life of a tree demon, becoming a mountain spirit."
In the charred trunk, a broken mark appeared from the inside of the tree. The mark became larger and larger, and the crisp sounds became more and more frequent. Black ash fell from the sky, as if death had left.
A beautiful face appeared in the broken tree trunk, with long hair falling to the waist and the pure breath of life flowing through her body.
“The mountain ghost was born.”