PFC Chapter 372 The Master Who Killed His Disciples to Prove His Dao 38
Chapter 372 The Master Who Killed His Disciples to Prove His Dao 38
After about three hundred lashes, Xuan Qi was almost losing consciousness from the pain. He looked at Shen Xueyi who was standing beside him. She had her eyes tightly closed and her face was as pale as paper, almost turning transparent.
The man's vision gradually blurred, blood and sweat mixed together, flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the judgement stand.
Xuan Qi turned his head with difficulty and looked at Shen Xueyi beside him.
She was seen hanging quietly in the air, her body stained with blood, like a withered flower.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she wanted to open her eyes, but she no longer had the strength.
For some reason, it seemed as if something that was vaguely shackled was about to break free.
His voice was weak, almost covered by the sound of the wind, "Shen Xueyi..." he called softly, his voice so hoarse that it seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
Xue Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, which were once bright but now dull.
Her eyes were focused on Xuan Qi's scarred face, a trace of pain and reluctance flashed in her eyes, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the severe pain in her body prevented her from making any sound.
"Master...honor..."
Xuan Qi looked at her face, which was as pale as paper, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.
At the same time, the forbidden emotions that were previously shackled began to impact the barrier in his body again. On one side was his beloved, and on the other was the ruthless road.
Once you have mastered the seventh level, there is no going back.
After seven hundred lashes, she was almost out of breath.
Jili could no longer sit still, so he stood up, his whole body trembling.
The crowd in the audience also went from being angry to being silent, the voices of accusation became smaller and smaller, and the two people in the center of the trial platform were now beaten to a pulp, in a miserable state, and barely alive.
Xuan Qi, a cultivator in the fusion stage, is like this, not to mention Shen Xueyi, a mere golden elixir.
Nine hundred lashes.
Xuan Qi turned his head with difficulty, only to see Xue Yi suddenly falling from the air, her body landing heavily on the hard stone platform like a kite with a broken string.
She lay there, almost without breathing, blood staining her clothes and blending into the stone platform.
The girl's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, crystal blood beads hung on her long eyelashes, and her white clothes were stained red with blood. She looked so helpless and fragile.
Xuan Qi's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.
He struggled to get up, but was bound by the injuries and chains on his body. He could only watch Xue Yi lying there, her life fading away bit by bit.
"Axue..." He called in a low voice, his voice hoarse and trembling.
But Xue Yi could no longer hear, and her world had fallen into endless darkness.
After Xuan Qi had received a thousand lashes, he could no longer stand up.
The man crawled over, moving closer to her step by step, wanting to touch her.
Many people in the audience were touched by this scene, and an indescribable complexity and sadness spread in this world.
Luo Qingyin's eyes were red as she shouted angrily, "Please, Realm Master, remove the elixir and bones and expel Shen Xueyi from the cultivation world!"
During the trial, even if only one person requested it, he had to fulfill his previous promise.
But now, her life has begun to fade away, how can she still endure the pain of cutting open the dan?
Ji Li's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted, "Buddha has mercy on me, I hope the Realm Master will stop the punishment!"
"Nine hundred lashes have almost killed Shen Xueyi. She simply can't bear the pain of splitting her dantian and pulling out her bones at the end!"
"God has the virtue of loving life, the law is merciless, but people are compassionate. Laws are not absolute. I, the Buddhist sect, ask the world master to withdraw the order to split the elixir."
Luo Qingyin's breathing was rapid. Before Luo Yu could say anything, she could not wait to refute loudly: "In my cultivation world, rewards and punishments are always clear. If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility. Just because Xuan Qi is the master of the world and Shen Xueyi is his disciple, can we make an exception?"
"Now that I've said it, the law is here. How can I change it for my own selfish reasons? This is a law that has stood in the world of cultivation for two thousand years. Where is the trust of my fellow cultivators? If someone breaks the law again in the future, can they all use the virtue of God to escape?"
"Master Buddha, please be careful with your words!"
Every word she said was heartbreaking and nailed Xuan Qi and Xue Yi firmly to the pillar of shame, making them unable to move at all.
A tear slid down from the corner of Xuan Qi's eye, fell on his scarred face, slid down his cheek, and dripped onto the hard and cold ground. It instantly turned into a gorgeous spiritual flower, and then slowly dissipated.
He struggled and tried to stand up, but his injuries were too severe and his cultivation was firmly locked by the chains, so he could not move at all.
At this moment, a powerful force suddenly surged into his body, trying to break through the shackles of the ruthless avenue in his body.
That is his heart of Tao, his emotion, and his true love.