"You, you're so mean to me!"

Jiang Deng only had time to slap Xiao Chen before his thoughts immediately became confused again.

She sobbed and began to wipe her tears with her sleeves. "Master, I didn't mean to do this, but you wanted to kill me. Tell me, are you tired of me?"

Xiao Chen: “…”

He was the one who was beaten, but he didn't cry. Why was Master crying?

As soon as they noticed Jiang Deng crying, the other six disciples who had placed restrictions on her also noticed it.

The next moment, six people appeared around Jiang Deng at the same time, surrounded Jiang Deng, and while comforting Jiang Deng, they blamed the seventh apprentice Xiao Chen.

"Seventh Brother, what's wrong with you? How dare you bully Master?"

"Xiao, you have just become the Ghost Emperor of the Netherworld, what are you so arrogant about?"

"That's right, if Master hadn't picked you up back then, you would have died long ago. Now you're repaying kindness with hatred!"

…

Hearing everyone blaming Xiao Chen, Jiang Deng felt bad. She sobbed and said, "Don't blame Xiao Qi. It's all my fault."

As he spoke, he continued to wipe his tears and cry.

Jiang Deng’s inner thoughts: “…”

Is it ever going to end?

Jiang Deng was so annoyed by the crying that she even wanted to kick herself.

However, the six disciples except Xiao Chen were very impressed by this and became even more excited in criticizing Xiao Chen.

“That’s enough!”

Xiao Chen spoke impatiently, his brows full of anger, "Now that the chaotic power in Master's body has been completely drained by us, her bones are completely destroyed, and she won't live long. Why should we suppress our ascension for her, a mortal? How about ascending today?"

"Stop talking!"

The six people stopped them.

However, it was too late, Jiang Deng still heard what Xiao Chen said.

Big tears rolled down from his eyes like pearls. Jiang Deng looked at Xiao Chen in disbelief. "What did you say?"

"snort!"

Xiao Chen sneered and said bluntly, "Since it has come to this, there is no need for this emperor to hide it from you. The talk of becoming your Taoist partner is just a lie. We are doing this just to make you become our cauldron and let us absorb your essence to help us ascend to immortality."

"...Really? Is everything Xiao Qi said true?"

Jiang Deng turned his head and looked at the six people beside him, tears glistening in his eyes.

The six people turned their eyes away, not daring to look at Jiang Deng.

"I love you so much, but you lied to me!" Jiang Deng complained angrily.

Lin Ye said with a cold and expressionless face: "Master, since you love us, you should be willing to sacrifice for our ascension path."

"That's right," Duan Chuan stretched and walked away from Jiang Deng. "I don't like women in the first place. In order to obtain your power of chaos, I have to serve you like an ancestor all day long. It's so annoying."

"Third Brother, stop talking!"

Fan Wuyin hurriedly scolded Duan Chuan, then he looked at Jiang Deng with bloodshot eyes, "Master, although you will die soon, I will always remember you, even after ascending to the upper realm."

…

Jiang Deng said nothing, but just stared at the seven people in front of him without blinking, as if he was meeting these disciples who he had been with for more than a thousand years for the first time.

Her ending was that she was taken advantage of by her seven disciples until she died, but her seven disciples ended up ascending to heaven with tears in their eyes?

Although she lost her life, her seven disciples lost their love!

What the hell is this? Who came up with this?

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The shock on his face disappeared in an instant, and Jiang Deng laughed out of anger.

Even though her subconscious told her to cry, she couldn't stop laughing. Blood gushed out of her mouth. She was choked and coughed continuously. Her face became paler and paler. It was obvious that she was at the end of her strength.

“Cough cough cough…”

Jiang Deng seemed to have lost all his strength. He staggered and seemed like he would fall to the ground at any moment.

The seven people did not get closer to Jiang Deng, but instead moved further away from Jiang Deng and walked out of the hall.

Boom——!

The calamity is coming.

With the protection of the power of chaos, they safely survived the heavenly calamity. Divine light poured down from the sky, and they were about to ascend to become immortals.

"Master, we will always remember you. Will you bless us too?"

In mid-air, seven people looked down at Jiang Deng, who was dying below.

bless?

Jiang Deng's rebellious spirit was completely aroused.

If she had to follow her seven disciples' wishes and sacrifice herself to fulfill their wishes, she wouldn't do anything that wouldn't benefit her!

"Bless you, you big-headed ghost, and go and dream your spring and autumn dreams!"

A hint of cruelty flashed in Jiang Deng's eyes.

In an instant, a light bulb went off in her head and Jiang Deng finally remembered.

This isn't real...

In fact, she was in the Demonic Ruins, and everything that happened here was her nightmare. In other words, the more she feared something, the more likely it would happen.

Jiang Deng lowered his head and looked at the completely unfamiliar self in the mirror.

turn out to be……

What she feared most was that she would lose her fighting spirit, abandon her own strength, and become a pet that only knew how to ask for food and clothes and rely on the love of others to survive.

Is she still herself like this?

Upon realizing this, Jiang Deng's consciousness completely recovered, and his original physical strength also gradually recovered.

The nightmare realm was completely unable to control Jiang Deng while he was awake, so the dream could no longer maintain peace and was on the verge of falling apart.

Jiang Deng grabbed the broken dream with both hands, stretched out his hands to pull it in the middle, and used his spiritual sense to sew the dream together again. The needle hole was a little awkward, but it was harmless.

"Since this is my dream, of course I have to make the decision myself!"

Jiang Deng sneered, then used his spiritual energy to cut off all the long hair and long skirt that were in the way.

Broken hair and rags were scattered all over the floor.

Jiang Deng finally regained his light and flexible state.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were tattered, and she was barefoot, like a down-and-out beggar. However, she didn't care about her appearance at all, and was slowly walking towards her seven disciples outside the hall.

Divine light enveloped them, and their bodies, suspended in mid-air, were gradually moving upwards, clearly ascending...

“…How is that possible?”

Seeing that Jiang Deng's clothes moved without wind because of the agitation of spiritual energy, the seven disciples were filled with fear.

They had clearly absorbed all of Master's power, so how could Master recover his power?

"What are you afraid of?"

Duan Chuan quickly recovered as before. He sneered, "Even though we can't attack Master now, we have already successfully transcended the tribulation and our bodies have become immortal. Master's spiritual power alone can't hurt us at all."

"Oh? You'll know if you try it."

Looking at the seven familiar people, Jiang Deng felt as if boundless anger was surging in his heart.

There is clearly no sword in his hand.

The next moment, the heavy light sword appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Jiang Deng's eyes were fierce, "This sword is called - Immortal Slashing!"