Chapter 127 Chapter 127 Zhao, the Nine Nether Mysterious Emperor, Pei...

"Immortal Alliance!"

Diewu and Dielan became excited, and then the disciples cheered loudly: "The Immortal Alliance has arrived!"

“They actually came…”

Ye Tianjiao murmured in astonishment, and Jiang Zhaoyue was also surprised.

Jiang Zhaoxue slowly opened her eyes and listened to Zhou Bugang's voice transmission: "Alliance Leader Jiang, I have received all your messages. Just look after Pei Zichen. We will hold onto the Book of Destiny."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Zhaoxue saw Xu Zichen raise his hand, and the disciples of Tianjian Sect formed a battle array. Xu Zichen drew his sword like a dragon and headed straight for Xinluoyi!

Silla raised her hand, and the umbrella ribs quickly returned from the sky, and quickly connected into a soft whip in her hand. She flew out at the same time and swung the whip in the direction of Xu Zichen: "Since you are looking for death, I will send you on your way!"

The whip was powerful and hit the ground. Blood and energy surged from Silla Yi's body like waves, rolling towards everyone!

Xu Zichen and the others who were standing in the front were like ants trying to shake a tree in front of the blood wave, insignificant. Just as the blood wave was about to swallow them up, the magic circle under Jiang Pingsheng suddenly went out. Without waiting for anyone to react, Jiang Pingsheng instantly disappeared into the Crossing Resentment Pool, and his figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield. With a single sword strike, he blasted the waves, and together with Zhou Bugang, Xu Zichen and the others, he went head-on to the blood wave with his sword intent!

In the Duyuan Pool, black air surged. Jiang Zhaoxue immediately raised his hand to suppress it, watching everyone being knocked over by the blood wave. At the same time, Xinluoyi was also pushed back three feet by the sword intent of everyone.

It was just that everyone joined forces, and this was obviously a blow with all their strength. Although Silla Yi retreated three feet, her face did not change at all. She only gritted her teeth and said, “Old man, your daughter is a coward in there, but she pushed you, an old man, out. You think you’ve lived enough, and it doesn’t matter if you die, right?”

"The outcome is not yet determined, so why talk about life and death?"

Jiang Pingsheng stood in front of everyone, his chest was churning with blood, he suppressed it, forced himself to be calm, stared at the person opposite and said: "Silla Yi, you are speaking too early."

"Too early?"

Silla Yi tilted her head and showed a weird smile: “Do you want to see, am I talking too early, or are you thinking too well?”

Jiang Pingsheng was shocked, feeling something was wrong. He turned around subconsciously and saw a long-dead Penglai disciple suddenly rushing towards him!

Xu Zichen, who was standing beside him, noticed it earlier. The moment the disciple appeared in front of Jiang Pingsheng, he was cut in half by Xu Zichen's sword!

The still warm blood splashed onto Jiang Pingsheng's face. Jiang Pingsheng opened his eyes wide in horror, and then heard a scream from a disciple in the defensive formation. Everyone turned around and saw that the wounded who had just died in the defensive formation suddenly jumped up, stabbed fiercely into the body of the disciple next to him, and then slashed at the defensive formation from the inside out.

Those disciples were like the ferocious corpses brought by Silla Yi, their eyeballs suddenly turned red and drooped, and they were surrounded by resentment. They were powerful and swift like eagles. They tried their best to slash at the defense array. Obscure runes depicted in ancient characters lit up on their swords. The moment the defense array touched their swords, it shattered from the inside out!

The defense formation was broken!

Broken from the inside out!

What was even more terrifying was that the moment the defense formation was broken, the disciple who had just been killed struggled to stand up, and in a moment, he turned into a corpse.

In the blink of an eye, they were transformed into vicious corpses controlled by Xin Luoyi!

Qingye reacted and immediately called on his disciples to rush forward. Jiang Pingsheng looked around vigilantly, watching the disciples who had just died rush forward one by one.

"How is it possible..."

Feng Minghuan murmured, unable to help but say, "Refining a vicious corpse is extremely difficult, and controlling it consumes even more spiritual energy. How could she possibly refine a disciple in such a short time?"

"Because she is not refining."

Song Wulan's voice echoed through the crowd. Everyone looked in surprise and saw the young man sitting on the skeletal sedan chair speaking clearly across the sea of ​​people, "But you, originally belonged to the Book of Destiny."

As he spoke, a hint of coldness flashed in Song Wulan's eyes. He said calmly, "Golden Core, Demon Core, whatever the core, as long as the cultivator cultivates spiritual power, they are governed by the Book of Destiny. Your fate should have been determined by the Book of Destiny. Refining and controlling you is the Book of Destiny's instinct, it is simple. You can't win, so why fight?"

Song Wulan was a little surprised: "Being born for the Book of Destiny, dying for the Book of Destiny, why are you unwilling to do that?"

“Nonsense!”

Everyone was a little panicked when these words came out. Zhou Bugang shouted, "The Book of Destiny is so powerful, why don't you kill us now?!"

"well."

Song Wulan glanced at Silla Yi with regret, and seemed a little unwilling: “People who use the Book of Destiny are useless, and there is nothing we can do. But it doesn’t matter.”

Song Wu Lan stood up, tilted his head, and said with a gentle yet vicious tone: "Watching your relatives and friends kill you with their own hands, and seeing you struggle desperately to not be able to bear it, is it also a kind of fun? After all, as long as the soul of a cultivator is still there, there is a glimmer of hope. Although we control them, the one who really kills them..." Song Wu Lan lowered his voice, "is you."

This surprised everyone, but Xu Zichen understood and said calmly, "So that's what you were planning. You wanted to use the lives of our fellow disciples to disrupt our Daoist minds."

"Whether I can disturb your Dao hearts depends on your friendship." Song Wu Lan said innocently, "If you are all heartless, cold-hearted and ruthless, then I naturally can't disturb you."

"There's another kind of person you can't mess with."

Xu Zichen held his sword horizontally before him and spoke calmly, "Today, I, Xu Zichen, make a promise that if I perish, I will sacrifice my soul to you, defy the will of heaven, and slay the evil spirits. Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, hereby order—"

Xu Zichen opened his mouth, and the Tianjian Sect immediately raised their voices: "Disciple is here."

"Today's battle will end with the immortal soul and the fight will not stop until one dies!"

"Yes!" The disciples of Tianjian Sect immediately raised their voices, staring at the fierce corpse in the distance. They were all the elites left by Tianjian Sect. A few days ago, Song Wulan

"Penglai disciples, receive the order—" Qingye saw this and immediately spoke, "Penglai disciples, if you don't leave your soul and your demon pill, you will fight the demons to the death!"

"Disciple receives the order—"

"Baiyin Pavilion disciples receive the order—"

…

As the sects gave orders one by one, Song Wu Lan's expression grew colder and colder. He looked coldly at those who looked up at him, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Okay."

He nodded gently: "If you don't take the path I've left for your survival, then you will have no choice but to die. Heaven has called."

Song Wulan's expression turned cold, and he raised his hand and drew: "Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation, activate!"

The moment the sound fell, the magic light on the ground shot up into the sky, and the Xinluo umbrella-bone whip was swung down towards Jiang Pingsheng. The evil corpses had no more scruples and rushed up the mountain one after another!

Without a defensive formation, all the disciples rushed forward with their flesh and blood bodies.

In an instant, a wall of flesh and blood was formed, and the people on both sides were like tides of completely different colors, completely colliding with each other.

Jiang Zhaoxue sat in the Crossing Resentment Pond, listening to the first young man's voice ringing in his ears: "Young Master, Lady, Ming Hui is gone."

This was the gray wolf boy who had just said "Penglai bones are unbendable". The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Zhaoxue felt his breath disappear from the battlefield.

The Penglai demons would go to the altar to be baptized when they were young, and all Jiang bloodlines could sense the breath of the Penglai demons.

The Jiang family’s people can follow the scent and find the demon pills they left behind.

The demons only need to leave behind their demon pills and send them back to the Rebirth Pool, where they will be baptized and nurtured before being reincarnated.

But once the breath disappears, even the demon pill will be completely shattered, the soul will be scattered, and there will be no reincarnation.

Jiang Zhaoxue felt a sharp pain in his heart, and Jiang Zhaoyue's hands couldn't help but tremble.

The disciples said goodbye one by one, as pious as when they were baptized in their childhood.

At first, it took a long time for the disciples to say goodbye.

Later the intervals became shorter and shorter.

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to listen, but had to.

She forced herself not to think too much. Life and death are determined by fate. The most urgent thing is to follow the steps, transform the resentment as soon as possible, let Pei Zichen merge with her body to become a god, and kill Song Wulan and Xin Luoyi. Only then can everything be solved.

But for some reason, every time a voice sounded and every time a name appeared, she could match it with the faces of those people.

During the months after returning to Penglai, she got to know everyone in Penglai again.

However, we have just met for a short time and now we have to part ways.

She remembered a lark named Lingling, who loved to sing in the early morning. She once told her that after she reached Nascent Soul stage, she wanted to go to the Baiyin Pavilion in Zhongzhou to explore the most beautiful melodies in the world.

She remembered a little deer named Ren Tian, ​​who often missed school because he slept, but always managed to get first place in his exams. When she heard that Ren Tian's dream was to become his life attendant, her mother brought him to her specifically to encourage him.

There was also a big tiger named Snow White. He was a golden brown tiger, but he often used magic to dye himself white to disguise himself as a white tiger. He often looked at her with envy, sighing, "White tigers are so good, they don't need to be dyed..."

These people were the most fragmented memories in her daily life, but their faces became particularly clear at the moment of goodbye.

But she could do nothing but sit there and let the tears flow down her face unconsciously.

He stood up calmly until the light on Jiang Zhaoyue's side dimmed as expected.

He was as calm as usual, with his sleeves hanging down on both sides, his white clothes winding above the formation. He walked past Jiang Zhaoxue and headed to the front of the battlefield.

He is a talisman cultivator, and when he goes to the battlefield, he will use his spiritual power to fight to the death.

The moment he walked past, Jiang Zhaoxue felt his clothes brushing against her face. Finally, she couldn't help but grab his sleeve as if she didn't want him to go to Xuetang when she was young.

When she was little, she was a child. She could act like a spoiled brat without restraint, and could say openly, "Brother, don't go to class, stay and accompany me."

But at this moment, she grabbed his sleeve, but she couldn't say a word. Only tears fell silently. She gasped and sobbed, wanting to speak, but couldn't. She could only let the tears cover her face, and called out in a panic: "Brother..."

But what could she say? What more could she say?

Their father is on the battlefield, the children of Penglai are on the battlefield, he can only move forward.

Jiang Zhaoyue seemed to know the ending. He didn't say anything, but just stood there silently, feeling Jiang Zhaoxue forcing him, and letting go little by little with trembling hands.

Ye Tianjiao watched from the side, with pity in his eyes, and comforted softly: "Sister, we will be fine."

"Yaoyao."

Jiang Zhaoyue also raised her hand and patted her head soothingly. Jiang Zhaoxue raised her tearful face and looked at the young man in front of her who was looking down at her. She said seriously, "We've all been waiting for you to make this bet."

Betting on Pei Zichen is her big gamble.

She gambled her whole life on fate, luck, the future, and a lucky draw to decide the success or failure of everything in this world.

In this gamble, she bet on herself, Penglai, and the real fairyland to win an ending where all living beings can decide their own lives.

All of them were waving the fortune and merits of the Qiankun lot, waiting for the final result of this lot drawing.

Whether alive or dead, they were waiting for her.

She wants to win, she must win.

Jiang Zhaoxue forced herself to curl up her fingers, watched Jiang Zhaoyue withdraw her hand, looked up at Pei Zichen in the ice coffin, whose soul and body were still trembling in resistance, and turned without hesitation to walk into the light.

A moment later, Jiang Zhaoxue saw Jiang Zhaoyue appear on the water mirror. He raised his hand and swung it, and the talisman flew like a dragon, blocking the Silla umbrella ribs. Zhou Bugang took the opportunity to pull up Xu Zichen, who was seriously injured behind the talisman umbrella ribs. Everyone took the opportunity to retreat ten feet and resist the platform of inquiry.

The talisman written by Jiang Pingsheng blocked the way in front of everyone, like a barrier, a high mountain. Silla raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Hey, Young Master Jiang, you are finally here?"

As he spoke, Xin Luoyi raised his eyebrows and looked towards the direction of the Duyuan Pond on the mountaintop behind the Wenxin Terrace. He said loudly: "Jiang Zhaoxue, your brother has come to die, why don't you come? Do you have to see all your relatives and friends die before you are willing to show up? What's the point then?"

"Sister, don't listen to her nonsense."

Upon hearing this, Ye Tianjiao quickly advised, "There are many ways to bring the dead back to life in this world. Only when Pei Zichen's body merges with his will everyone have a chance. If you leave now, it will be the end of you."

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She just looked at the screen and transformed all her resentment into spiritual power, flowing towards the Duyuan Pool.

Seeing that she didn’t respond, Silla Yi sighed: “It seems that you really don’t take them seriously, Jiang Zhaoxue, I remember that you are not such a cruel person, why don’t you let me try.”

As she spoke, Silla raised her hand and turned it, revealing the ribs of the umbrella. Then she smiled and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoyue like a spirit snake!

Sixty-four umbrella ribs rushed forward with her. The blood-red umbrella transformed into a long whip and fell into her hands. Countless ferocious corpses rushed forward together. Qingye shouted anxiously, "Protect the young master!"

Jiang Zhaoyue used a barrier to stop the evil corpse, and Xin Luoyi rushed into the crowd as if he was in an empty place. Blood splattered everywhere, and everyone rushed in front of Jiang Zhaoyue like crazy, using human flesh to build a human wall and entangle themselves with Xin Luoyi.

The Book of Destiny floated in the distance, and power continuously flowed from the Book of Destiny into Xinluoyi's body. Her wounds only hindered her for a moment at most, and then healed immediately. The power was continuous and endless. She seemed to enjoy killing, and became more and more courageous as the battle went on. Everyone couldn't help but feel timid, but they were helpless.

"Jiang Zhaoxue, why don't you come out? Everyone's dead, what's the point of fighting again? Or do you just enjoy watching me kill people like this? What, do you have a grudge against them?"

Her voice was full of sarcasm, and blood splattered all over the water mirror.

Ye Tianjiao glanced at Jiang Zhaoxue's expression of not wanting to close her eyes, and couldn't help but raised her hand to close the water mirror, and hurriedly said: "Sister, don't look at it. If your mood is unstable, you will be devoured by resentment. Silla Yi has been interfering with you again and again, maybe..."

Before he could finish his words, Ye Tianjiao froze. He stared blankly at Jiang Zhaoxue opposite him, only to see that Jiang Zhaoxue could not help but exude a black aura from her body.

Jiang Zhaoxue raised his eyes and looked at Ye Tianjiao opposite him, with blood flashing in his eyes.

Ye Tianjiao reacted instantly and quickly threw a Qingxin Talisman towards Jiang Zhaoxue: "Sister, wake up!"

"Jiang Zhaoxue, you can't hold on."

Silla laughed out loud. She was more sensitive to resentment than an ordinary person, and had already noticed that the resentment in the Crossing Resentment Pool had entangled Jiang Zhaoxue.

She thrust her sword into Die Wu's body, but Die Wu clung to her sword tightly. Silla Yi made the sword grow barbs, which slowly rotated within Die Wu's body. She whispered, "People are people, even if they become immortals. They are still people with their seven emotions and six desires, and they can't get rid of evil thoughts and resentment. You want to convert them, but they also want to devour you. The time you fill with the lives of your loved ones will only become an obstacle to your conversion. In the end, even if they all die, you won't be able to convert those resentful forces."

"I kill you!"

Die Wu was tortured by her to the point of losing control. She suddenly lunged forward, allowing the sword tip to pierce through her body and at the same time causing her demon core to explode.

Silla Yi raised her hand, and a red barrier bloomed in front of her, blocking all attacks from Die Wu.

Die Lan, who was standing in front of the murderous corpse, turned around and saw Die Wu exploding in the distance. She shouted, "Brother!!"

At that moment, the evil corpse found an opportunity and submerged him completely.

Jiang Zhaoxue's body was filled with black energy and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Tianjiao looked at Jiang Zhaoxue at a loss and said hurriedly: "Sister, calm down. We can't let this go to waste!"

"But Tianjiao," Jiang Zhaoxue said breathlessly, "the human heart cannot be controlled."

She couldn't remain indifferent and indifferent when her loved ones died;

She couldn't sit back and relax while her friends and family were being humiliated.

"What should we do then?" Ye Tianjiao became anxious and advised, "Sister, think about Pei Zichen, think about us, think about everyone. You can do it!"

"I want to enter the Resentment Pond."

She spoke softly, as if she had made a decision.

"What are you doing in the Resentment Pool?" Ye Tianjiao didn't understand and immediately said, "If you go into the Resentment Pool, either you will save them or they will eat you!"

As soon as the words came out, Ye Tianjiao understood.

This is the result Jiang Zhaoxue wants.

Entering the Resentment Pond means feeding the resentment with one's body without any isolation.

There is no faster way to transform resentment than to have your flesh and blood, which carries merit, be devoured by resentment.

As long as she can transform the resentment, she can leave as quickly as possible.

However, this method is extremely dangerous. The resentful power devours her flesh and blood, and when it is affected by her spiritual power and merits, it also affects her at the closest distance without any protection.

If she is unable to transform the resentful power and is instead devoured by it, the result will be her death.

"If I can't convert them," Jiang Zhaoxue panted, taking out a strand of light from his chest and holding it in front of Ye Tianjiao, "You hold this lifeline. If I lose my mind, you crush it, my soul explodes, and I die with them."

"no!"

Ye Tianjiao hastily rejected it and said, "If you die in my hands, how can I explain this to Pei Zichen? Do you know how many years he has been waiting for you..."

"But I can't stay here!"

Jiang Zhaoxue reminded him, "Those are my family. I can't die, but can they?"

Ye Tianjiao was stunned by her question. Jiang Zhaoxue's tears fell, and her tone was filled with pleading: "Tianjiao, I can no longer watch them die one by one while I can do nothing. I can't remain indifferent in this situation. It's only a matter of time before I sit here and let the resentment affect my mind. If you have any friendship with me, then hold on to that lifeline."

Ye Tianjiao struggled and didn't dare to look into Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes.

At this time, Silla Yi’s voice came from outside: “Jiang Zhaoxue.”

The voice was obviously much closer. Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes were filled with anxiety, and she gritted her teeth and warned: "Tianjiao!"

"I'm only thirty feet away from reaching the Platform of Inquiry," Silla said arrogantly. "Your father used his life to set up a barrier on the Platform of Inquiry. When I break the barrier, your father will die. You'll be devoured by resentment sooner or later anyway, so you might as well admit defeat. As long as you end your own life, I can spare the Penglai bloodline and protect your father and brother, which will be a reward for your death."

"leaf……"

"Go!"

Before Jiang Zhaoxue could finish her words, Ye Tianjiao finally made a decision. He closed his eyes, reached out and grabbed the lifeline floating in the air, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, go ahead. If anything happens to you, I will definitely kill you."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue's expression calmed down. She looked at Ye Tianjiao gently, as if she was looking at a seventeen-year-old boy who was afraid of ghosts, and smiled and said, "Thank you."

As she spoke, she stood up and turned to look outside the Duyuan Pond. Her gaze passed through the mountain and fell in front of the Inquiry Platform.

All the injured disciples hid in the barrier behind the platform of inquiry. Jiang Pingsheng risked his life to set up the last barrier.

Qingye, Zhou Bugang and others stood outside the barrier, and the barrier was covered with talismans drawn with blood by Jiang Zhaoyue.

Opposite them, Silla Yi was covered in blood, but seemed unharmed.

The corpses of the evil ones were scattered everywhere, and resentment lingered around the mountains.

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at Xinluoyi, who was holding the umbrella-bone sword and pointing it at the heart-searching platform barrier, and said calmly: "Xinluoyi."

The sound echoed throughout the forest. Everyone looked up and heard Jiang Zhaoxue say calmly, "When I get out, I will grind you to dust."

"Then you should hurry up..."

As soon as the words fell, Xinluo Yi Song Wulan's expression changed instantly, Ye Tianjiao's pupils shrank sharply, and he saw Jiang Zhaoxue leap down and fall into the pool of resentment!

The moment they fell into the resentment, the barrier on Jiang Zhaoxue's side lit up, and the resentment boiled over. They gave up attacking the barrier and turned to rush towards Jiang Zhaoxue.

The black resentment enveloped her, and the Heart Sword that Pei Zichen had hidden on her body jumped out. At the same time, the talismans left by Jiang Zhaoyue and Ye Tianjiao surrounded her body, colliding with the resentment.

"What does she want to do?!"

Silla Yi was a ghost immortal transformed from a resentful demon, and was extremely sensitive to resentment. She felt the changes in the resentment and couldn't help but wonder, "She entered the Resentment Pool and wanted to use herself to dispel the resentment? Who does she think she is?"

Silla Yi couldn't help laughing as she spoke: "Who does she think she is? She is a person who is born to be selfish and profit-seeking, and treats the world poorly. She has a grudge that even Pei Zichen can't convert, so she thinks she can?"

Song Wu Lan didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and he rarely lost his smile, looking up coldly.

Seeing that Song Wulan didn’t respond, Silla Yi gritted her teeth and said, “Okay, okay, I want to see how she plans to turn over these grievances if her father dies in front of her!”

As he spoke, Silla Yi raised his hand and condensed a sword full of blood and energy, rushing towards the direction of the Questioning Platform barrier.

There was a loud "bang" and cracks appeared in the barrier instantly.

Silla Yi raised her hand, and the sky and the earth began to surge with wind and clouds. Spiritual power swept into the Book of Destiny, and then continuously poured into the umbrella ribs.

The ribs of the umbrella were as dense as a rain of arrows, rushing towards the barrier. Jiang Zhaoyue cast out a talisman and shouted urgently, "Qingye, retreat!"

The moment the sound fell, everyone quickly retreated back to the barrier. The magic light of everyone in the barrier lit up, and the barrier was seen slowly cracking like a spider web.

At this time, Jiang Zhaoxue was falling all the way down in the Crossing Resentment Pool. The deeper he went, the stronger the resentment became.

The resentment rushed into Jiang Zhaoxue's body and tore at her flesh and blood. The talismans surrounding her body could not stop it and were burned by the resentment one by one. Only Pei Zichen's Heart and Life Sword kept killing the resentment that came to bite her.

But compared to the pervasive resentment, Pei Zichen's sword power was too weak. Jiang Zhaoxue seemed to be sinking in the deep sea. The sea water was like drowning, corroding her bones and flesh. She concentrated her mind and kept circulating her spiritual power to maintain her body, reciting scriptures silently.

However, those resentments penetrated into her sea of ​​consciousness like crazy, and her mind was filled with the voices of countless people, and it was filled with blood and energy.

"Since you gave birth to me, why did you abandon me? The water under the bridge is so cold. You want a brother, but you don't want me?"

"We are all born mortals. Why is he so wealthy while I am so poor? I want money. I don't care how many lives I have. I just want money."

"He stole my magic weapon, so I killed his entire family. What's wrong with that? He can rob me today and kill me tomorrow. It's the law of the jungle, so why not kill him?"

…

Voices, filled with paranoia and fanaticism, pounded into her mind. The resentment was pervasive. The deeper they penetrated her body, the more real and moving the scenes before her became. She didn't know how long she had been walking, but a voice in her mind kept asking, "Why are you helping them?"

When this voice appeared, she seemed to be standing in the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion again for a moment. Pei Zichen fell into her arms, his whole body soft, leaning on her shoulder.

She couldn't help but sweat on her forehead, and the golden light on her body shattered bit by bit. Those voices instantly became excited, and they rushed to ask her: "They killed Pei Zichen, is there any point for these people to survive?"

"You just want Pei Zichen to live. What's the difference between an evil god and a righteous god? As long as you have enough power, it will be fine."

"With enough power, you can do whatever you want. Think about why Pei Zichen died? How did he die?"

Resentment coiled around her like a snake and whispered, "Give us your body."

The black air swallowed her, and the barrier on the platform of inquiry was on the verge of its limit. Ye Tianjiao looked at the person swallowed by the black air, pursed his lips, and slowly tightened his lifeline.

"You can't win. Song Wulan and the others are outside. Pei Zichen can't become a god. Why don't you give us your body and become the evil god to save everyone."

"The people of the world have nothing to do with you."

Resentment slowly seeped into her heart, and Jiang Zhaoxue's breathing became heavier. Seeing that she was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness, Song Wu Lan raised his eyebrows.

Silla Yi clearly sensed the change in resentment, and no longer spared any strength to defend herself. She simply poured all her strength into the ribs of the umbrella. Looking at Jiang Pingsheng and others with serious expressions, she said happily: "She can't get out, you guys will die!"

After saying that, the umbrella ribs rushed towards the crumbling barrier.

Jiang Zhaoxue stood on the top of Lingjian Xian Pavilion, with the mountain wind howling and the ground covered with bloody corpses.

Damn it.

Everyone deserves to die.

Whether it's her or the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, everyone in this world is born evil and deserves to die!

She held the bloodstained jade stick in her hand, looking at the blood on the ground. Resentment coiled around her like a snake and reached her ears. The voice, indistinguishable between male and female, was full of temptation. She tilted her head and said, "Give me your body, and I will avenge you—"

"Master's Wife!"

A crisp voice sounded, and Jiang Zhaoxue turned around in surprise in the darkness, and saw the figure of the young man Pei Zichen appear in the distance.

She stared blankly at the seventeen-year-old Pei Zichen, watching the surroundings gradually darken. As Pei Zichen appeared, one familiar person after another appeared.

Qingye, Diewu, Dielan, Li Xiuji, Pei Shulan, Ye Wenzhi, Qian Sisi, Zhuang Yan and her mother, Song Wuya...

Countless people who had reached out to her, asked her for help, and accompanied her in the past appeared one by one.

They were standing in the darkness, with golden light shining from them.

"Summon—" Distant voices came from all directions, as if they had been stored in her body for years. She didn't know where they came from, she didn't know who they were from, but the moment the thousands of voices rang out, she felt as if fireflies were around her, slowly flying out of her body. Everyone shouted in unison, "May the True Martial Lord of Penglai bless you!"

Penglai Zhenwu Yuanjun.

These calls woke Jiang Zhaoxue up, and he suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness!

The figure of the white tiger suddenly appeared behind Jiang Zhaoxue, and the golden light of merit shot up into the sky, instantly strangling and tearing apart the resentment in the resentment pool on Jiang Zhaoxue's side.

The resentment on Jiang Zhaoxue's side dissipated in an instant. The umbrella ribs of the Questioning Platform were approaching. Seeing that the Xinluo umbrella ribs were about to destroy the barrier, everyone held their swords and prepared to fight a life-and-death battle. Suddenly, a man in white appeared in front of the barrier!

The golden body of the white tiger had not yet dissipated, and the huge white tiger phantom roared with merit and spiritual power, and collided head-on with the densely packed umbrella ribs!

Those umbrella ribs were all made of resentment, and the spiritual power formed by these merits was the natural enemy. The moment they touched, the umbrella ribs shattered into pieces, and all the evil corpses and Silla clothes present were blown away by the strong wind.

Wherever the fierce wind passed, bones and flesh were eroded. Silla Yi was so frightened that she quickly summoned the evil corpse to block in front of her, and with the force of the wind, she did a somersault and retreated. At the same time, Jiang Zhaoxue quickly pulled her left hand to the side, and the Qiankun stick instantly shook and appeared in front of her. She quickly said: "The way of heaven is unpredictable. I gamble on the luck of heaven. Great fortune will befall all evils!"

Thunder roared down, and Silla Yi saw the thunder coming before she even had time to land. She gathered her spiritual power, and at the critical moment, she tensed her body and retreated ten feet. Thunder continued to roar around her, and just as a thunderbolt was about to hit her head, the Book of Destiny suddenly burst out with golden light and quickly turned into a light net, spreading out rapidly, like a glutton appearing in the world, opening its mouth and swallowing Jiang Zhaoxue with thunder!

Everything happened in just a moment.

When most of the corpses were gone and Xinluoyi escaped death, she knelt on one knee, gasping for breath and looking up. Only then did everyone react and look at the woman who was standing in front of the inquiry platform with cold eyes and looking up.

Qingye was the first to speak out in surprise: "Lady!"

“Why are you here?” Silla Yi saw the newcomer, her face was filled with astonishment, and she subconsciously said, “Aren’t you afraid…”

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The resentment in the Resentment Pool was reduced by a quarter in an instant, leaving only the last part guarded by Ye Tianjiao!

She looked at Jiang Zhaoxue in astonishment. Jiang Zhaoxue understood what she was surprised about and said calmly, "Yes, the resentment I guarded has been completely purified and has become nourishment for Pei Zichen's physical body. In three hours at most, even if he cannot become a god, he will become a demigod with a physical body."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of all the True Immortal Realm people present lit up, and hope ignited in their eyes.

Silla Yi still couldn't figure it out, and immediately denied it: "Impossible, how could you convert so much resentment so quickly? You are just lying to them."

"You don't know whether I'm lying or not," Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes to look at Song Wulan who was sitting on the white bone chair not far away, and raised the corners of her mouth, "Master Song, don't you know either?"

When the question reached Song Wulan's head, everyone followed Jiang Zhaoxue's gaze. Silla Yi immediately turned back to confirm, then leaned Song Wulan against the chair, as if admiring Jiang Zhaoxue and said: "Master Jiang has saved millions of people, and it is naturally not difficult to use merit to transform this little bit of resentment. But Master Jiang, do you know that ascending to heaven and overcoming tribulations depends on merit. Now you use all these merits for this kind of thing. Aren't you afraid that you will not be able to ascend in the future?"

"Ascension?"

Jiang Zhaoxue sneered: "Ever since you awakened your spiritual wisdom, has there ever been another cultivator who ascended to the True Immortal Realm?"

Everyone listened with a look of surprise.

The True Immortal Realm hadn't seen any ascended cultivators in nearly ten thousand years. Everyone assumed it was because the spiritual energy was too thin, or perhaps their hearts were impure. Jiang Zhaoxue's words prompted Zhou Bugang to ask, "What does ascending have to do with him?"

"This Immortal Master Song is the incarnation of the spirit of the Book of Destiny. After the Book of Destiny awakened its spiritual wisdom, it was obsessed with becoming even stronger, secretly stealing the luck of those blessed with great fortune. Without luck, how can a cultivator ascend to the immortal realm? Oh," Jiang Zhaoxue understood, raising his hand and pointing. "To this end, he even took on the body of a mortal born with a void body in the human world, becoming this Immortal Master Song, who has been hiding in the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion ever since."

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke out word by word, and everyone was shocked.

Stealing the luck of a cultivator is tantamount to cutting off his life.

"How did he do that?"

Xu Zichen frowned: "Can luck also be transferred?"

"sure."

As Jiang Zhaoxue spoke, she secretly drew the formation. Song Wulan smiled and looked at her sleeves, supporting his forehead as he listened to her continue: "Back then, the God King actually established the rules of this world. Cause and effect will be repaid, good and evil will be rewarded. How can those who do evil deserve great fortune? If you want to deprive someone of their luck, then lure them into doing evil. Push them to the brink of despair, and then their luck will be taken away. Where does it go? The Book of Destiny has been in charge of this world for many years, so it must know better than anyone, right?

"So, the reason why no one has been able to ascend for all these years is because of him?!"

Zhou Bugang shouted angrily, and Song Wulan chuckled.

"Don't blame me for your inability to ascend," everyone looked over at his voice. He raised his eyelids, his eyes filled with disdain as he said, "You fool who couldn't ascend to begin with, do you think I'd covet your little bit of luck? Zhou Bugang, you committed countless evil deeds seven lifetimes ago, but now they've only offset each other. I don't covet your luck. The luck I seek has always been that of the chosen ones of heaven. What do you, mere mortals, have to worry about?"

"For example, Li Xiuji back then, and Pei Zichen today, are they the prey you chose?"

Jiang Zhaoxue spoke decisively, unable to help but ask, "The Book of Destiny, created by Lord Haocang, gave you the power to control the fate of all things. Why are you so greedy that you want to take away the destiny of others and become a god?"

"Because I won't give up!"

Song Wu Lan suddenly raised his voice, a rare coldness on his face: "What do you mean by greedy? What do you mean by giving me the power to control the fate of all things? What do you think you paid for that power? You paid for my life!"

Everyone didn't understand. Seeing their bewilderment, Song Wulan sneered, "Why do you think Hao Cang created me? It's because there are no rules in the human world, no heavenly laws, no order, nothing! So he created me and wrote cause and effect in the Book of Destiny for 30,000 years, in order to give birth to the heavenly laws of this world and let everyone have the law of cause and effect. But after the heavenly laws appeared and everyone's cause and effect took shape, it wanted me to die! So from the beginning, he didn't give me consciousness, nor did he let the Book of Destiny have an instrument spirit. But why?"

Song Wu Lan slowly stood up and looked around at everyone, with resentment in his eyes: "When they created me, they promised me to be a god, and when they abandoned me, they treated me like a shovel. I have ruled this world for 30,000 years. Even if I have no achievements, I have worked hard. Other artifacts can survive, so why can't I?! If I were just a book, it would be fine, but since I have spiritual intelligence, how can I be willing to die? Besides, since I have spiritual intelligence, this may be my opportunity."

Song Wu Lan looked at his palm, his eyes filled with obsession. "I should become the next new god, controlling the fate of all things in this world. I should be as old as the sky, and as rotating as the sun and the moon. Jiang Zhaoxue," he said, looking up at him and lowering his voice. "You gave me this body. I don't want to kill you. A destiny master is the one closest to me. You are worthy of standing by my side. I'll give you one last chance."

As he spoke, Song Wu Lan extended his hand towards her, with expectation in his eyes: "If you come over, I am willing to follow the example of a mortal emperor and queen, and rule the world with you."

"What about the others?"

Jiang Zhaoxue seemed interested. Song Wulan tilted his head and said, "What do other people have to do with me?"

"It seems Immortal Master Song doesn't really want to negotiate with me." Jiang Zhaoxue stated directly, his eyes falling on the hand that Song Wulan had hidden in his sleeve. He said calmly, "When I fought Immortal Master Song back then, he was already an Eighth Realm Life Master. I wonder if he has improved in the past thousand years?"

"Improvement or not," Song Wulan flicked his finger, and three copper coins popped out: "Just try it and you'll know! Break the formation, go!"

The moment the sound fell, three copper coins carrying a blue magic circle flew directly towards the top of the Duyuan Pond. At the same time, Xinluoyi grabbed the umbrella ribs with her hand, and condensed them into a whip, flying towards Jiang Zhaoxue's face.

Jiang Pingsheng, Zhou Bugang, Xu Zichen and others drew their swords at the same time to meet the enemy. Jiang Zhaoxue quickly retreated ten feet and turned around to see the wind and clouds rising above the Duyuan Pond, and a giant blue dragon roared out!

She swung the magic circle in her hand, and the Qiankun Lottery chased after it at the same time, accompanied by Jiang Zhaoxue's urgent shout: "Excellent luck, the defense formation is activated!"

Light rose along with its sound. A moment after the giant dragon was about to break through the barrier on the mountain, an invisible golden film unfolded like a white crane spreading its wings and collided with the giant dragon with a "bang".

In an instant, the ground shook and Jiang Zhaoxue felt a tightness in his chest. A faint smell of blood rose up in his air, and then he heard a cry of surprise from the side: "Lady!"

"Protect!"

"Unload!"

Jiang Zhaoxue's voice and Song Wulan's voice sounded at the same time, and the two fortune-tellers' decrees of gambling on luck canceled each other out in an instant, and the sword wind pierced straight to Jiang Zhaoxue's door.

Jiang Zhaoxue opened her eyes wide and saw the tip of the sword hitting her. Qingye pounced on her from the side and she rolled to the side.

The resentful sword blade slashed across Qingye's back. Zhou Bugang and Xu Zichen joined forces to stop Xinluoyi at the same time. Jiang Zhaoxue protected Qingye's wound and retreated to a distance. He raised his finger and wiped her wound to dispel the resentment. In that moment, Song Wulan's voice rang out again: "Xinluoyi, be bold."

Everyone looked up and saw Song Wulan standing on a skeletal sedan chair, looking down at them. He sneered and ordered, "The power of the Book of Destiny is inexhaustible. You can repair your tendons and veins while fighting to the limit. You are different from ordinary people like them. Their power is limited, but you are not."

Hearing this, Silla Yi seemed to suddenly realize something, her eyes lit up with joy, and then she whipped with all her strength, and her resentment exploded instantly.

Everyone was already exhausted and was now at the end of their strength. When this full-strength attack came, they didn't even have time to defend themselves before being blasted away by Silla Yi's spiritual power.

Silla Yi came to Jiang Zhaoxue in an instant. Jiang Zhaoxue was so shocked that he threw out the Mountain and River Bell at the same time, and the light in his hand fought: "Open the formation!"

"Unload."

Her magic circle was removed by Song Wu Lan at the same time, and the long whip was lashed on the Mountain and River Bell fiercely. The bell whistled loudly, and Jiang Zhaoxue was slammed back on the platform. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the second whip came to the door again. Fortunately, a row of explosive talismans flew over and exploded at the same time, blocking Xin Luoyi for a moment. Xu Zichen stabbed Xin Luoyi's chest with a sword, and all the spiritual power exploded along the sword. Xin Luoyi didn't care at all, turned around and grabbed Xu Zichen!

"Protect!"

"Unload."

Jiang Zhaoxue and Song Wulan spoke again. Jiang Zhaoxue's defensive formation was removed by Song Wulan, and Xin Luoyi's hand was inserted into Xu Zichen's chest without any hindrance. Xu Zichen's sword exploded, and Xin Luoyi's entire chest was blown into a hole.

Zhou Bugang took the opportunity to chop at her head with all his disciples. Xin Luoyi turned around and swung her bloody hand, and the blood beads turned into flying swords, slamming into everyone's barrier.

The barrier shattered instantly, and everyone flew out and crashed heavily to the ground!

Everyone heard the sound of bones cracking, and felt their blood surging, but Silla Yi's expression did not change. She just wiped the blood off her face with the back of her hand, and looked up at everyone: "Is this all you can do?"

Everyone was speechless and could only breathe softly. They saw the Book of Destiny hanging high in the air, and power continued to flow into Silla Yi's body, and her body recovered quickly.

Fear could not help but show in everyone's eyes.

Are untouchable monsters scary?

horrible.

Monsters that can be killed and then resurrected, as if they will never die, are even more fascinating.

Everyone suppressed their panic and watched her chest recover quickly. Silla Yi admired the panic in everyone's eyes, opened her arms, let the power fill her body, and said happily: "I said it before, you can't beat me. As long as I am not dead in this world, I will never be hurt with the Book of Destiny. I am a god."

Silla Yi said, her eyes couldn't help but have ecstasy. Song Wulan was behind her, looking at her with disdain, and seeing her smiling and walking towards Jiang Zhaoxue, she said happily: “Jiang Zhaoxue, I am a god now. You can't kill me, you can only watch what you have lost one by one, and everything you care about is gone.”

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She stood in front of the barrier, staring at the monster who slowly walked towards her, stood in front of her, and bent down to look at her.

She sensed everyone's fear, anxiety, and despair.

Even she couldn't help but feel fear. She desperately thought of a way to achieve the best of both worlds and save everyone. But now the best way...

"Let them hold Song Wulan back."

Anan suddenly spoke up and said hurriedly: "Xillayi can become a false god because Song Wulan bound his power to her, allowing her to conceal the truth and cover up her resentment. Otherwise, she can't be a false god! But this is our opportunity. As long as Xinluoyi dies, Song Wulan will be severely damaged. Now it's difficult for them to fight because Xinluoyi can control the Book of Destiny. Without Xinluoyi, Song Wulan can't use the Book of Destiny. What is a Ninth Realm Destiny Master afraid of? You are also a Ninth Realm Destiny Master!"

Jiang Zhaoxue listened without saying anything. Anan understood what she meant, "Do you think no one can hold Song Wulan back? If they can't hold Song Wulan back, they can't hold the Book of Destiny either. They're going to die anyway..."

"Yaoyao, let's go and hold Song Wulan back."

Before Anan finished speaking, Jiang Pingsheng's voice rang out.

Jiang Zhaoxue's expression changed, and everyone around him seemed to have received the message. They slowly sat up and listened to Jiang Pingsheng say: "Xillayi must be killed in one blow. No one here can kill her except you. The longer it takes, the more disadvantageous it will be for us. I don't have time."

Jiang Zhaoxue turned around in shock and saw Jiang Pingsheng's pale face. He was obviously holding on. Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly realized something and her hands couldn't help but tremble.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing her turn around, Silla Yi reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at herself, and said gently: “Are you discussing how to kill me? Let them come, all of you together are not as good as me, while I’m still resting, do it?”

"Do they need to kill you?"

Jiang Zhaoxue laughed, and Silla raised her eyebrows: “Are you still bragging when you are about to die?”

“Silla Yi,” Jiang Zhaoxue panted, “Have you never seen me use a sword?”

Silla Yi was stunned, with curiosity in her eyes: “Oh, you can also use a sword?”

"All destiny masters learn from the various schools of thought in their childhood," Jiang Zhaoxue said, holding the blood-stained sword of a deceased disciple beside him and staring intently at the surprised man in front of him. "We can't use the spells of other cultivators. If we want to use them, we must gamble with the heavens and get permission. But the more familiar we are with these spells, the greater the chance of success. As long as we succeed, we can use any technique from any school, including swords."

"So you have to gamble before you use the sword?"

Silla Yi was curious, Jiang Zhaoxue laughed and reminded her: “But I am in the ninth realm.”

Silla Yi was stunned, and before she could react, Jiang Pingsheng and Zhou Bugang suddenly rushed towards Song Wulan with all their disciples!

Jiang Pingsheng died extremely quickly. His body, which had been exhausted of spiritual power for a long time, was surprisingly full of spiritual power. He had completely burned up his life essence. It was a life-for-life fighting style!

Jiang Zhaoxue also drew his sword at the same time: "Flowing Wind Style!"

At the sound of the command, the sword seemed to have a spirit, and she was like a sword practitioner who had practiced for hundreds of years. The sword intent rushed out, forcing Silla Yi to retreat subconsciously!

By the time he reacted, Jiang Zhaoxue had already started to quickly draw the formation. Song Wulan took the time to resist Jiang Pingsheng's attack while shouting, "Stop her!"

Silla Yi reacted and rushed away, swords like dense rain, resentment rushing around, Jiang Zhaoxue held the sword in his right hand and drew a formation with his left hand, resisting the attack while drawing the formation frantically.

Song Wulan immediately realized what they were going to do. He looked up at Jiang Pingsheng and the others who were rushing towards him frantically, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Old bastard."

Then he quickly drew the magic circle like Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue sensed the surge of spiritual energy beside her and glanced at Song Wulan, who was dodging and drawing a formation just like her. Anan immediately shouted, "Wow, wow, wow, you're such a smart imitator!"

As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue's formation was complete. He raised his hand and the formation flew up. Song Wulan's copper plate also flew up. They both spoke at the same time: "The way of heaven is unpredictable. It's a gamble with heaven. Good luck, and may all the evil be slain!"

"The laws of nature are unpredictable and your luck is in the hands of fate. Good luck will come out of nowhere!"

The copper coins fell at the same time, and the moment Jiang Zhaoxue saw the word "xia", he was kicked out by Xinluoyi!

She slammed heavily onto the ground and rolled several feet before hitting a stone platform. When she vomited blood, she saw Song Wu Lan also getting up from the ground not far away.

All fortune tellers will have a temporary gap in luck when completing a gamble, which is the time when they are most vulnerable to attack.

It is much easier to suppress the luck of a gamble than to kill a person. Song Wulan obviously got a lucky number, so his luck was not as bad as hers, and the beating he received was not as severe.

But he rarely suffered defeat in his life, and being beaten to the point of vomiting blood was almost unprecedented.

With anger in his eyes, he climbed up through the crowd. Jiang Zhaoxue also climbed up panting, and was met with Silla Yi's sword head-on!

Jiang Zhaoxue launched three attacks in a row, and Song Wulan would rather be beaten than suppress him. Jiang Zhaoxue's strength became weaker and weaker, and his movements became slower and slower, but Xinluoyi showed no change, and even had a tendency to become stronger.

"Yaoyao, for the last time."

When Jiang Pingsheng's voice came, Jiang Zhaoxue's heart trembled. When she looked up through the blood in her eyes, she saw that Jiang Pingsheng had completely blocked Song Wulan with his lifeline.

She drew the formation again, her whole hands trembling. She vaguely sensed something about destiny, but didn't dare to think too much about it.

The fate line is the embodiment of a person’s life span and if used properly, it cannot be more powerful.

But Song Wulan didn't care about this at all. He just sneered when the lifeline locked him: "An ant trying to shake a tree."

He raised his hand and swung it, and the Book of Destiny flew back and hit the fate line heavily!

Like a steel knife cutting a string, Jiang Pingsheng hesitated to let go. All the disciples rushed over frantically. Song Wulan dodged easily and smiled at Jiang Pingsheng: "Old Jiang, I know you want to trap me so that Lady Jiang can kill Silla Yi. You think that my power is common to Silla Yi. As long as she dies, I will be seriously injured. But have you ever thought that the so-called commonality is her power——"

As he spoke, Song Wulan's lips curled up into a smile. Jiang Zhaoxue instinctively felt that something was wrong and subconsciously turned around and shouted, "Retreat!!!"

However, it was too late. The moment she shouted, she saw resentment rising from the ground formation, like a pair of curved horns suddenly piercing into the chests of Jiang Pingsheng, Zhou Bugang, Xu Zichen and others.

Jiang Zhaoxue lost his mind for a moment and was instantly chopped away by Xinluoyi's sword.

Jiang Zhaoxue was hit by this, and the formation condensed on her fingertips immediately dissipated. Xinluoyi slashed at her frantically. Jiang Zhaoxue had no time to draw the formation. She only listened to Song Wulan's breathing and looked at everyone calmly: "Even if you succeed according to the plan, you can't kill me. Why bother with this?"

"Yaoyao, draw the formation."

When Jiang Zhaoxue heard Jiang Pingsheng's voice, she frantically drew the magic circle. Her hands were shaking violently. Anan was puzzled: "Why are you shaking?"

She didn't say anything, she just desperately drew the magic circle, until she finished the magic circle, she said loudly: "The way of heaven is unpredictable——"

Song Wu Lan looked back in shock and was about to speak, but Jiang Pingsheng came out from the corner, roared, poured all his cultivation into the sword, and slashed at him fiercely!

"Open the formation!"

Song Wu Lan was so shocked by this fatal blow that he immediately opened the formation. Xu Zichen, who was standing beside him, followed without hesitation. When Song Wu Lan turned around and wanted to stop him, he pounced on Song Wu Lan, allowing the sword formation around him to pierce through his body.

One after another, they pounced on Song Wulan, and the disciples pounced on Xinluoyi. Taking advantage of the moment they fought for, the magic circle under Jiang Zhaoxue's feet lit up, and the Qiankun lottery tube was pulled, and 64 lots surrounded him. A strong wind suddenly arose, and the jade sticks flew around him quickly: "The way of heaven is unpredictable. I gamble my life with the heaven. The Qiankun is my sword. Kill, Xinluoyi!!"

The moment the sound fell, accompanied by the sound of the disciples' Nascent Souls self-detonating, the sixty-four signs turned into long swords and flew towards Xinluoyi!

Silla didn't dodge, she just swung the umbrella ribs towards Jiang Zhaoxue with all her strength: "Die!"

The sword-like umbrella rib came so fast that she had no strength to dodge. She clearly saw the cold light on the sword edge and felt the sword edge rushing towards her.

She can't hide.

Number sixty-four, Qiankun becomes a sword. This is the most sure-kill formation among all the formations she can create.

At the cost of her own life, she didn't care about the fortune at all. If Xinluo Yi didn't die, she would die.

She watched as her sixty-four lots went towards Xin Luoyi's sword, and watched as the sword seemed to have its own colorless barrier, colliding with her sixty-four lots. The lots broke one by one in the sword wind barrier. Every time one broke, Jiang Zhaoxue felt a bone-eating and heart-wrenching pain. Fortunately, there was still one left in the end.

The only lucky lot passed by Xinluoyi's sword and pierced through both of them at the same time!

In an instant, everything fell silent. Jiang Zhaoxue felt a faint pain, but it didn't seem to be very painful.

She looked up blankly at the front, and saw Silla Yi also looking at her blankly.

Two sword marks appeared on her stomach.

One was Jiang Zhaoxue's best fortune, and the other...

Seeing another trace, Silla Yi opened her eyes wide in horror, watching the blood, flesh and resentment flowing out of her stomach, and tremblingly said: “No…no…what is this…Book of Destiny! Book of Destiny! Save me!!”

She clearly felt the passage of her life and the collapse of her body, but she had no idea what was happening. She only felt that her body was burning and becoming like a cage, burning to death all the souls inside.

This is her sword, the sword she gave to Jiang Zhaoxue!

The Soul Devouring Sword can seal a person's body and burn the soul alive with the pain of fire, but why is the Soul Devouring Sword in her body? Why?

Silla Yi didn't have time to think about it. She just felt like she was about to be burned to death by fire. She tried to escape from this body like crazy, but just as she was about to leave, she felt a huge force coming at her, and then she felt that she couldn't leave at all!

"You can't leave."

Shen Yuqing's voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up in surprise and saw the person standing opposite him. One eye was filled with indifference towards Shen Yuqing, and the other eye was filled with panic towards Silla Yi.

Silla Yi heard the voice and screamed: “Shen Yuqing, what are you doing! What did you do! How come you are awake? Why are you awake?! ”

"I've been awake the whole time." Shen Yuqing explained calmly, "Ever since I learned you escaped from the Nine Netherworld, I knew you would definitely need a body, so I discussed with Pei Zichen, and he planted a soul-locking curse on my body. No soul that enters my body can leave, and then..."

Shen Yuqing raised his eyes and looked at the shocked Jiang Zhaoxue opposite him: "I made a heart-to-heart contract with her."

Jiang Zhaoxue was shocked and looked at the man opposite her in disbelief. He listened to him calmly say, "The moment you kill her, that will be the death of you and me."

These words stunned everyone. Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly remembered the talisman that Shen Yuqing drew on her palm on the day she last saw him.

"What exactly is the spell he wrote for me? He didn't show it to me just now. Did you see it?"

"I added a protective charm in it, so it's okay."

That's not a protective spell...

Jiang Zhaoxue realized that it was a covenant.

Pei Zichen knew it, Shen Yuqing knew it, they had planned this moment long ago.

In any case, when Xinluo Yi killed Jiang Zhaoxue, he gave Jiang Zhaoxue a glimmer of hope.

She stared blankly at the calm person opposite her, and Silla Yi also reacted.

Her soul screamed in pain, "Why! Shen Yuqing, why do you still choose her? Why do you always choose her?"

Shen Yuqing paused. This was the first time she had heard such frank words from this woman. "I wouldn't mind if you killed me. I'd spare your life, but why do you always choose her? You chose her two hundred years ago, you chose her two hundred years later, you chose her when you planted the Tianyan vine, and now she's run off with Pei Zichen, and you still choose her! Are you crazy?! She doesn't love you, she loves Pei Zichen. She cheated on you, she's played you around. If you even give in to me a little, I'll be better than her!"

These words slowly calmed Shen Yuqing down. He looked at Jiang Zhaoxue quietly with pity in his eyes: "Qingyin, you are wrong. I didn't choose just anyone."

As he spoke, Shen Yuqing completely took over the body. He bent down, picked up the long sword on the ground, and put the sword on Silla Yi's neck as she screamed, "No! Let me go! Song Wulan! Save me! Save me!"

When Song Wulan heard Xinluoyi's cry, he subconsciously wanted to save her. Zhou Bugang met her with a sword and blocked her way with his disciples.

Shen Yuqing looked at Jiang Zhaoxue calmly, as if he was walking towards a long-determined return, without sadness or joy, without hatred or resentment.

It seemed as if he had returned to his youth when he first met Jiang Zhaoxue. She was covered in clouds and walked on the moon, riding a phoenix carriage from a high place forward.

Tears slowly welled up in his eyes, but he still smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "I chose freedom."

It is the freedom not to be deceived by others or by oneself.

It is to openly acknowledge your freedom.

It is the freedom to choose what you want to choose without wavering.

It is the freedom to choose his true heart after being lost for half his life, tied to the sect, and bound by gratitude and righteousness, and finally reduced to ashes.

Jiang Zhaoxue.

The sword tip turned sharply, and he suddenly exerted force with his wrist, cutting through the neck fiercely, completely severing the vital line!

Flames erupted in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his body was like a cage, trapping him and Silla Yi inside. The two souls instantly burned in the flames, and only Silla Yi's last curse was heard: "Shen Yuqing!!!"

Then the resentment completely exploded from his body.

Everyone was pushed away by the sudden huge force and tried to protect themselves. However, Song Wu Lan seemed to have suddenly lost his strength and was suddenly blown over by the strong wind. He crashed heavily into the stone tablet of the Questioning Platform and vomited blood.

When the strong wind stopped, everyone looked up, gasping for breath, and saw dark clouds covering the sky. The resentment completely separated the sky and the earth, and the dark mass gathered in the sky.

Everyone looked at the resentment anxiously. Zhou Bugang murmured, "Is it over? Is she dead?"

Jiang Zhaoxue listened but didn't say anything.

She only looked at the sky for a long time, sensing that the breath of Shen Yuqing and Silla Yi in the sky was gradually fading away. After a moment, she heard laughter behind her: "Ha...haha..."

Everyone looked over and saw Song Wu Lan lying on the ground. He was covered in blood and his face was pale. He looked at the resentful air in the sky with a hint of madness in his eyes.

Qingye subconsciously stopped in front of Jiang Zhaoxue, looked at Song Wulan warily, and asked in a cold voice: "What are you laughing at?"

“Idiot…idiot!”

Song Wu Lan smiled and shook his head, seeming somewhat helpless as he slowly stood up. "I gave her a way out, but she refused to leave. She talked about revenge on Shen Yuqing, but in the end, she still let him die in his hands? I wasted all my cultivation in vain. It's simply foolish!"

"The Book of Destiny cannot directly harm innocent lives," Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him with understanding, calmly explaining his current situation. "You can only use the cultivation cultivated in the body of 'Song Wulan', but you shared all your power with Xin Luoyi, allowing her to become a false god and control the Book of Destiny. Now that she is dead, all your cultivation is gone, and the Book of Destiny cannot be used. You can do nothing."

"So I can only wait for death?" This made Song Wulan laugh, "Wait for Pei Zichen to become a god and come out to kill me?"

"good."

Jiang Zhaoyue stood at the end of the crowd, staring intently at Song Wulan, and said in a cold voice: "You have violated the will of the God, disregarded the laws of nature, wantonly interfered with the fate of others, intercepted the fortunes of innocent people, and repeatedly committed tragedies. Your crimes are unforgivable. We are here today to kill you."

"Kill me?"

Song Wu Lan listened and looked around, he saw that everyone was already at the end of their strength, but they still held sharp blades in their hands, scowling coldly, as if ready to attack at any time.

Looking at these people full of murderous intent, Song Wulan nodded and chuckled: "Okay, okay, it seems that now I am an unforgivable evil, an evil creature hated by both humans and gods. Heaven wants to punish me, gods want to punish me. I originally wanted to cultivate the way of heaven and walk the right path, but now that you all won't let me go, then good gods, evil gods, false gods, they are all gods, what's the difference?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue's expression froze, and he reacted instantly, shouting: "Seal——"

"Seal the spirit for a moment!"

Song Wu Lan spoke first, and Jiang Zhaoxue instantly felt an invisible force sealing all her strength. The people around her also reacted immediately. Zhou Bugang, Qing Ye and others led their disciples to attack Song Wu Lan from both sides.

However, the corpses that had been crawling on the ground suddenly jumped up. They seemed like puppets controlled by silk strings, yet they were extremely ferocious and rushed towards the crowd!

In an instant, a mountain of corpses turned into a sea, rushing towards Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoyue's face was filled with horror. He forcibly cast a barrier to block the way ahead and hurriedly turned to look at Jiang Zhaoxue: "What's going on? Why does he still have the power?!"

"Since I can make a mere evil spirit become a god, why do you think I can't do it myself?"

When Song Wu Lan's voice was heard, everyone looked in surprise and saw him standing behind the group of corpses. A blood-colored formation was spread out under his feet, and the resentment went away like a whirlwind, quickly filling his body.

"I just want to correct my path, gain the approval of Heaven, and become a god cleanly—"

"Bullshit!" Qingye heard this and kicked a corpse puppet away, cursing loudly, "You've harmed so many people and you still dare to say it's clean?! Do you have any shame?"

"Then am I the one who caused the harm?" Song Wulan's expression remained unchanged. With his eyes closed, all the resentment was still gathered in himself. Blood-colored talismans lit up around him. His voice was like a divine judgment, resounding throughout the entire Cangdu. "Ye Wenzhi is lustful, Song Wuya is greedy for power, and Li Xiuji would rather live than do good. And everything today, the cause and effect are all on Xinluoyi. Everyone is to blame for this. What does it have to do with me, Song Wulan? But now that you have forced me to this point, then I will let you know what true -"

Resentment completely filled Song Wulan's body, and talismans crawled onto his face. He opened his hands in resentment and shouted in a low voice: "Destiny!"

The moment the voice fell, red light shot up into the sky from under his feet, and the strong wind blew everyone away. Qingye exclaimed and grabbed Jiang Zhaoxue, smashed his sword into the ground, and erected a barrier, which gave Jiang Zhaoxue a chance to catch his breath and look up.

Ashes and rocks flew everywhere, the sky and earth were colorless, the ground was rumbling and rolling, and everything from far to near seemed to have been sucked of its life force. Large areas of grass and trees withered, living creatures fell down, and death spread rapidly.

"What is he doing?!"

Qingye turned around nervously, but Jiang Zhaoxue didn't answer. He just stared at Song Wulan, who was full of blood, and quickly drew the formation.

She had just killed Xinluo Yi, and most of her spiritual power had been consumed. Now her spiritual power was sealed by Song Wulan, so she could only draw the prototype of a gambling magic circle.

Jiang Zhaoyue, who was being pulled by Zhou Bugang not far away, explained loudly: "The power of the Book of Destiny is originally connected to the world. It absorbs the vitality of this world and becomes a god!"

"Why didn't it just stop doing this sooner if it's so capable?!" Qingye cursed, "Why did it fight me for so long if it could have killed me earlier?"

"Once he becomes an evil god, the world will naturally oppose him, and he will not be able to survive for long."

Jiang Zhaoxue finished drawing the magic circle and waited for his spiritual power to release the seal.

Song Wu Lan obviously didn't have much spiritual power left, so he couldn't seal her for too long, but this half a minute was enough for him to advance quickly.

No, he can’t be allowed to truly advance to become a god!

Even if the evil god cannot exist for too long, it is enough for him to kill everyone!

"Aoba."

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at Qingye with pity in his eyes, and said softly: "As long as his magic circle is destroyed, the effect of his power absorption will be reduced. Then..."

I understand," Qingye's body was already covered with wounds, but he immediately understood Jiang Zhaoxue's meaning and nodded without hesitation, "I'll buy you some time."

As she spoke, she took out the pill from her waist, pressed it into her mouth, took a deep breath, and reminded loudly: "Senior Zhou!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bugang and Qingye rushed towards the person in the blood light. The two of them did not set up any barrier at all. They concentrated all their strength and smashed down with their swords, which slashed fiercely on the magic circle on the ground. The moment the golden light and the magic circle touched, the two were immediately blown away. However, the sword wind still cut a bloody mark on the magic circle. The power that kept surging from the surroundings stagnated, and the blood light faded instantly.

Jiang Zhaoxue and Jiang Zhaoyue each stepped forward to feed medicine to Qingye and Zhou Bugang.

Qingye's golden elixir shattered, and his spiritual energy dissipated. Jiang Zhaoxue's hand was shaking as she held the medicine, but she told herself that she couldn't shake. She couldn't have any emotions at this moment. She just fed Qingye the medicine bottle by bottle, and kept asking Ye Tianjiao: "What's the situation with Pei Zichen? How long will it take?"

"I have no idea."

Ye Tianjiao's voice was heavy as he whispered, "I don't know why, but it never merged. Instead, its body quickly split apart. I've been trying to maintain it, but I don't know why its divine shell and body still can't merge."

There is no fusion...

Jiang Zhaoxue's hands trembled slightly. Suddenly, a voice came from the side: "Jiang Zhaoxue, do you think that if you break my magic circle, I will be helpless?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue turned around in shock, and saw that the dust and fog around him had dissipated, and Song Wulan was standing not far away.

He was wearing a blood-red robe and a nine-tasseled crown on his head. Half of his body was just a skeleton. It was obvious that this body was not complete, but a weak power was constantly entering his body, filling him up.

Jiang Zhaoxue pursed her lips as she looked at the strange scene with half of her face being immortal and the other half being skeleton.

"Your formation has been destroyed, what else can you do?"

She spoke timidly, and Song Wulan chuckled softly, "Although half of my formation is destroyed, it can still be used, right? It's just a little slower. If the power comes in at ten, I'll take five. It's enough to delay your power recovery until Pei Zichen appears. But really, it's a waste, so why don't I take more? Take five out of ten. If it's twenty, then I'll have ten, right?"

"what you up to?!"

Jiang Zhaoxue understood what he meant in an instant, and her pupils shrank sharply.

She desperately attacked the seal set by Song Wulan. Song Wulan watched her struggle with admiration in his eyes and whispered, "Jiang Zhaoxue, have you ever seen the true power of destiny?"

As he spoke, the Book of Destiny flew in front of him and began to flip through it rapidly. Spiritual power dissipated from the Book of Destiny. Song Wu Lan raised his finger, and a blood-red light condensed at his fingertips.

The moment the light appeared, Jiang Zhaoxue felt a surge of pressure emerging from nowhere. Song Wulan said gently, "The power of destiny is like the power of a destiny master. When everything is easy, it can happen easily. Tell me," Song Wulan tilted his head to look at her, "all the elite soldiers of Penglai are here. With resentment shrouding them, how much strength will it take for me to kill Penglai? Is the power of one Penglai enough for me?"

Hearing this, everyone present realized his intention. Qing Ye struggled to get up, grabbed his broken sword, and rushed towards Song Wu Lan, shouting: "I will kill..."

"I use the twelve characters from the Heavenly Book—"

The barrier violently shook Qingye apart, and a blood-red light bloomed at Song Wulan's fingertips. Song Wulan pointed his finger, and the voice of judgment rang out: "I will kill millions of you in Penglai!"

After saying that, twelve characters for “Kill” flew out from the Book of Destiny, and above Penglai, a blood-red pillar of light as wide as the entire island descended from the sky!

All the disciples looked up in fear. At that moment, Jiang Zhaoxue's seal was finally broken. She threw out the magic circle without hesitation: "Open the formation!"

Her Qiankun Lucky Signs were all broken, and the only thing she could consume at this moment was her own strength. She would use all her strength to support the giant pillar that fell on Penglai, and watch the people of Penglai hugging each other, trembling and looking at the sky.

"Oh," Song Wulan saw the golden thread on her body and smiled as if he had expected it. "You went to save Penglai? But, if you save Penglai——"

Song Wulan raised his finger and pointed at the Duyuan Pond: "Then Pei Zichen can't be saved."

The moment the sound fell, all the resentment floating in the sky suddenly gathered together and rushed towards the Duyuan Pool!

Jiang Zhaoxue turned back in shock, only to see the resentment like a sword, breaking through the barrier and slamming into Pei Zichen's ice coffin!

Too late.

She had no time to think, no time to choose, and no way to choose!

He watched helplessly as the resentment split the mountainside, revealing the Resentment Pool in the middle of the mountain. Ye Tianjiao was seen sitting cross-legged in front of the ice coffin. His wrist was cut at some point, and blood was trickling out. The entire Resentment Pool formation lit up, suppressing all the resentment beneath him.

He stood alone in front of the ice coffin, his eyes locked on Song Wulan from a distance, and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

His hair gradually turned white, and it was obvious that the power that was now suppressing the entire magic circle and all the resentful forces attacking Pei Zichen was all his original power.

He is protecting the magic circle with his life.

From the very beginning of the construction of the Duyuan Pool, he has been connected to it with his life. Once the Duyuan Pool's formation is damaged, he will use his life to repair it.

A thousand years ago, he comprehended the Great Dao and repaired the Dingkun Needle. Now he uses his Great Dao to repair the Duyuan Pool.

Yet, a thousand years ago, he would have screamed out in panic and despair, "I, Ye Tianjiao, was born a genius." Now, like any other Grandmaster, he calmly felt the passage of life and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Who is he asking?

Jiang Zhaoxue was bewildered, but before she could react, she felt a gust of wind passing behind her. Everyone turned around in surprise and saw that Jiang Zhaoyue, who had been behind the front line, had gone crazy and rushed towards Song Wulan!

Song Wulan didn't take Jiang Zhaoyue, a talisman cultivator who had no power in close combat, seriously. He raised his hand to block him: "Kill—"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zhaoyue's body was covered with talismans. Song Wulan couldn't speak at all and was knocked to the ground by him!

The moment Song Wulan fell, he felt his whole body stiffen. Blood oozed from the corner of Ye Tianjiao's mouth, and he shouted loudly: "Young Master Jiang has locked him with my soul. If the soul is not enough, feed it again. Sister, you are a fortune teller. A fortune teller is the only one who can kill the Book of Destiny. Kill him!"

If the soul is not enough, feed it again and kill him.

Everyone reacted and rushed forward. Seeing this, Song Wulan struggled desperately and shouted angrily: "Only God can kill me. No one can kill me except God!"

"You are wrong. I live only to kill you."

Ye Tianjiao's eyes were filled with tears as he spoke loudly, "Sister, the Fate Master is the bloodline left by Lord Hao Cang. It was originally used to supervise Lord Hao Cang's existence. For tens of thousands of years, he has tried every means to slaughter the Fate Masters because he is afraid of you. The Fate Master is the only one who can kill the Book of Destiny. Use your blood to kill him!"

Everyone listened. Song Wulan, who was struggling desperately, turned to look at Jiang Zhaoxue and said, "Kill him!"

Pairs of eyes looked at her, voices rang out, and Jiang Zhaoxue's heart beat rapidly. She knew it was impossible. Her reason told her that the artifact must be destroyed by God. Even if she was a fortune teller, she could not destroy Song Wu Lan, but she still rushed forward.

She took the dagger that Jiang Pingsheng had given her when she was young, cut her palm, and the blood stained the dagger. She rushed to Song Wu Lan and stabbed him fiercely!

Song Wu Lan looked at the falling dagger with horror in his eyes. However, at the moment when the dagger was about to touch him, the barrier with divine power on his body suddenly lit up and shook Jiang Zhaoxue away!

Everyone was stunned when they saw this barrier that suddenly appeared. Jiang Zhaoxue only felt pain in his back, as if his ribs were broken.

She struggled to stand up and saw that Song Wu Lan also slowly laughed after being stunned.

"You can't kill me..."

He seemed to realize something and laughed: "You are not a god, you can't kill me!"

"But you were attacked mortally."

Jiang Zhaoxue stood up, panting, and determined her direction. Song Wulan's face changed slightly, and Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him and smiled. "Other people who hurt you didn't have this barrier to protect you because you didn't suffer a fatal injury. Song Wulan is just your body. Only when you, as the spirit of the weapon, are injured will the barrier of Lord Haocang appear. But how long can he protect you?"

"How long can you live?"

Song Wu Lan quickly adjusted his expression, smiled, and said, "Now they are using my soul as a price to seal me up. How long do you think they can keep me sealed up?"

"Then it depends on your and my abilities!"

As she spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue rushed forward again. She stabbed Song Wulan fiercely with the sharp blade stained with her blood.

The barrier once again shook Jiang Zhaoxue away, but the light was obviously dimmer.

Song Wu Lan struggled desperately like a madman. Everyone pressed him down tightly. He struggled to break free from a disciple, and another disciple pounced on him. He struggled in the crowd, but Jiang Zhaoxue still pounced on him again and again and stabbed the barrier!

Once, twice, three times!

Ye Tianjiao watched all this, his hair turning silver-white.

The power to suppress the resentment was getting weaker and weaker, and the resentment under the formation was hitting the formation frantically. He watched Jiang Zhaoxue in the distance rushing forward again and again, and being shaken away again and again. He watched her body covered in blood, and watched his hands slowly become like an old man's, becoming wrinkled orange peels.

He knew that his end was near, so he struggled to stand up, staggered back, and came to the ice coffin.

Pei Zichen was still in the ice coffin. His soul and body could not merge at all. His body was like a piece of shattered porcelain, barely held together by spiritual power.

He gently touched the ice coffin and felt the coolness it brought.

"A thousand years."

He spoke hoarsely, and it turned out to be the voice of an old man.

He looked at the young man's face, which remained unchanged in the ice coffin, and said tremblingly, "A thousand years ago, you told me that you would become a god. You said that we could kill Song Wulan, so I am alive. I have always insisted on living. I accompanied Li Xiuji to build the Nine Netherworld Realm. I waited for my sister and you to appear. I have waited for a thousand years..."

As he spoke, Ye Tianjiao shed tears: "I know it was you, I know it was you who built the Nine Netherworld Realm, I know you have been there for those thousand years, but Pei Zichen, the road always ends, it's time for you to become a god."

The person in the ice coffin did not move, only the resentment in the resentment pool collided with the magic circle that was becoming thinner and thinner.

Ye Tianjiao couldn't help but clasp his hands on the ice coffin and growled, "You must become a god, Pei Zichen! Look at me, look at everyone, look at me! I'm old, I've waited for a thousand years, I don't have another thousand years, I want to see us win! You said it, you said it—"

Ye Tianjiao couldn't hold on any longer and slowly collapsed, kneeling down beside the ice coffin. Across the ice, he remembered the time in the Nine Nether Realm when Li Xiuji looked up at the darkness and said, "That man told me in the last moment before I died, don't accept your fate. He said-"

"It is destined that I will be a mayfly..."

Ye Tianjiao murmured, thinking of his own youth at the end of his rope, trapped in that dark place with Li Xiuji. He listened to him speak in a tone that sounded like a good friend: "I will fight for Wansuichun."

"Pei Zichen..."

A tear rolled down Ye Tianjiao's eye. He rested his forehead against the ice coffin. After exhausting the last bit of his spiritual energy, he closed his eyes completely.

The moment he finally closed his eyes, he heard the roar of resentment rushing towards Pei Zichen. He murmured softly, "Become a god."

Pei Zichen, become a god.

Pei Zichen, become a god.

Become a god, become a god...

Countless voices gathered together and poured into Pei Zichen's sea of ​​consciousness. He walked alone in the darkness and looked back in a trance.

There was no one on his path. He could not sense any existence. He did not know where he came from or where he was going. Only people kept asking:

"Why do you want to become a god? Who are you doing this for? Who in this world loves you? Everyone in this world uses you, hates you, and envies you. No one has ever truly loved you from the beginning."

"Your master doesn't care about you. He kills you when he says so, and throws you away when he says so."

"Your fellow disciples envy you, they hate you, they're ready to betray you at any moment. Even if you were to reveal your identity and die for them, they'd turn their swords on you in a heartbeat!"

"And Jiang Zhaoxue? Jiang Zhaoxue was trying to deceive you from the beginning. She only fell in love with you because you died and you did so much for her. If you hadn't given everything for her, would she still be good to you?"

"No," the voices of the gods around him gradually faded away. Pei Zichen suddenly felt as if he had used up all his strength. He could no longer move. He stood there silently, listening to the other party say, "She never cared about you because you were Pei Zichen, and no one else cared. Pei Zichen."

Behind him, he heard the sound of a bowstring being tightened. Without turning around, he heard the other party say gently, "It's time for you to die."

The moment the sound fell, the resentment instantly broke through every layer of restrictions he had set up and pounced on him like a madman!

He stood there quietly, as if he was back to the cliff of seventeen, with the mountain wind blowing. This time, the swords of his master, fellow disciples, and thousands of disciples flew towards him like flowing lights, but he no longer needed that person.

That person is not here.

No one will suddenly appear, no light will block his way, and no phoenix-like person will suddenly appear in his destiny.

All dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.

He quietly watched as thousands of swords came towards him. At the last moment, a copper coin suddenly flew out from in front of him, and with a crisp "ding" sound, it hit the sword that was stabbing in front of him!

The copper coin shattered into pieces, and Pei Zichen's eyes widened instantly.

He suddenly remembered that when Jiang Zhaoxue shot at him with the Yuanluo bow, there was also a similar "ding" sound.

After that, he fled and lost a lot of things on the way, including the copper coin that Jiang Zhaoxue gave him.

It was that copper coin that saved him!

And that copper coin... that copper coin...

"New Year's money."

Jiang Zhaoxue's voice rang out.

At that time, they were still in the illusion of the tracing mirror. At that time, they had not made anything clear. At that time, he had not died for her, but she gave him this copper coin.

There was a mixture of true feelings and false intentions, but her anxiety in saving him was genuine;

It was true that she hoped he would be well;

She desired nothing in the world of illusion, and her only wish was that he was real;

It is also true that she gave him her life-saving magic weapon on the night she received his New Year's gift.

What copper coin can block the fatal blow of Yuanluo bow?

Only Jiang Zhaoxue's second set of life-saving magic weapons, Yin Yang Tong Bao, could block the arrow from Yuan Luo Bow at the critical moment.

And that copper coin was the New Year's money she gave him.

Female monarch.

The thought suddenly came to his mind, and countless past memories were like a mirror broken by the sea. The surrounding blackness was broken by the waves of memory and shattered into pieces. Then a colorful tide rolled in, and those memories were all about Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue.

Jiang Zhaoxue.

For a moment, he seemed to be back in yesterday, when he and Jiang Zhaoxue were sitting on the cliff, gazing at the entire Cangdu in the sunset.

Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at him, gentle and compassionate: "Pei Zichen, become a god."

At that moment, a brilliant light burst out and all resentment disappeared.

The grass and trees swayed in the spring breeze, and the clouds shone through the sun! Jiang Zhaoxue was once again bounced off the barrier and slammed to the ground. At the moment of Ye Tianjiao's death, Song Wulan completely broke through the restriction, suddenly overturned the last person who was pressing on him, and raised his hand to point at Jiang Zhaoxue!

Just as he was about to raise his hand, the Yuanluo Bow exploded from the Duyuan Pool and fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily. With a loud "bang", Song Wulan was completely knocked over.

Song Wu Lan spun around and landed on the ground. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up tremblingly in the strong wind and saw a huge bow and arrow standing there, protecting her not far in front of her.

This was the first time she saw the complete appearance of the Yuanluo Bow. The bow was filled with divine power, and the golden patterns on the bow were shining brightly. It was extremely dazzling in the morning light that had appeared at some unknown time.

"Yuan Luo Bow?"

Song Wulan panted and raised his eyes, sneering: "You came, but he didn't show up. I'm afraid he fell into the time mirror and can't come back, right?"

"The Time Mirror is the Master's final test," Yuan Luogong said calmly. "Book of Destiny, if you are willing to stop now, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"Life? Is it his turn to give me life?" Song Wu Lan laughed, "If he wants to kill me, he must save his own life first. The way of heaven is unpredictable——"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zhaoxue saw Qingye suddenly pounce on him from behind and cover his mouth with his hand. At the same time, Song Wulan stabbed the dagger in his hand behind him. When he was about to use his spiritual power, someone gently grasped his ankle.

His spiritual power was sealed instantly. Song Wulan opened his eyes wide in horror and saw Jiang Zhaoyue lying on the ground covered in blood. He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "And me."

The talisman lit up from Jiang Zhaoyue's body. His handsome face was covered in blood. He said calmly, "I am also a talisman cultivator."

He can also write Ye Tianjiao's talisman, and he can also use his soul to lock Song Wulan.

After Jiang Zhaoyue finished speaking, blood-stained hands climbed up one after another. They were the talisman cultivators who had not been at the front line. They climbed over one after another, climbed onto Song Wu Lan, and stuck the talisman that locked his soul to Song Wu Lan on his body with blood.

Qingye covered his mouth tightly. They didn't have much spiritual power, and even if they risked their lives, they couldn't suppress Song Wu Lan for too long. They had to suppress his spiritual words.

Song Wulan reacted and instantly became excited. He stabbed Qingye behind him frantically, but Qingye refused to let go. He only fought for his breath and roared: "Lady——!!!"

Kill him.

Jiang Zhaoxue tried his best to crawl forward.

As she crawled, she absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy. The ground was covered with blood. She stared at the person opposite her, her mind and eyes filled with Pei Zichen's name.

This is a divine artifact, the most complete form of the Yuanluo Bow.

She was just a cultivator and could not unlock the complete form of the artifact.

But she had to open it.

She must kill Song Wu Lan before Jiang Zhaoyue dies.

She must kill Song Wu Lan before he kills her.

She must rush into the Crossing Resentment Pool before Song Wu Lan can kill him while he is still undergoing assessment in the Time Mirror.

Pei Zichen.

Pei Zichen.

She couldn't help but have tears in her eyes. She reached out with a trembling hand and grasped Yuanluo's bow. Yuanluo looked at Jiang Zhaoxue lying on the ground and felt a little reluctant: "Mistress...you...you can't open me."

"Jiang Zhaoxue!"

Song Wulan's magic sound resounded throughout the forest. Jiang Zhaoxue gasped softly, and spiritual energy flowed into her body from all directions. Song Wulan excitedly said, "That's a divine weapon. Don't waste your spiritual energy. You can't open it! I tell you, your death is destiny, you can't change it! You can't kill me today. A person who is destined to die can't kill me!"

"Song Wu Lan," Jiang Zhaoxue listened, holding the Yuanluo bow and supporting himself to stand up.

Blood dripped down her forehead. She gasped and looked up through the bloody mist, looking at the man across from her who seemed immortal and could never be defeated. "My father taught me since I was a child that people can't pray to gods or immortals, they can only pray to themselves. But today, for the first time, I want to ask someone for help."

I want to ask someone for help.

I want to ask a God.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at Qingye's expectant eyes opposite him and stretched out his trembling hand covered in blood.

Her entire body was covered in wounds from Song Wulan's barrier, her tendons and veins nearly severed, and she was only able to hold on with her spiritual power. She held the bow with one hand and the other on the string.

The Yuanluo bow has no arrows, so it must borrow arrows from heaven and earth when the bow is full.

She imagined the position of the arrow, vaguely feeling as if she had returned to a long time ago when Pei Zichen taught her how to draw the bow.

"A heavy bow is different from a light bow. With your palm tilted, your thumb should be higher than the entrance to hold the arrow. Yaoyao."

"Summon——" Jiang Zhaoxue's spiritual power surged, and he tried his best to pull the bowstring of the huge bow.

In an instant, the world shook, the wind and clouds surged. She felt the immense force of the bowstring resisting her, completely unmoved by her. However, she still gritted her teeth, letting the bowstring cut into her flesh, and cried out through gritted teeth: "Nine Nether Mysterious Emperor - Pei Zichen!!!"

A strong wind blew, birds flew away in fright, and the three realms were shaken. At this moment, in the Duyuan Pool, Pei Zichen opened his eyes and stepped into a space overflowing with golden light.

This space is filled with mirrors, and each mirror shows different people and things, as if it is in another world, peeking into the fate of different people.

"My lord."

An old voice sounded. Pei Zichen looked up and saw a long golden path in front of him. He walked quickly forward and saw a huge round mirror standing on the table in the middle of the path.

"Time mirror?"

Pei Zichen immediately realized the other person's identity and walked to the mirror table.

The other party responded calmly: "Yes, my lord."

"Why did you call me here?" Pei Zichen asked immediately after hearing this, "I have something else to do..."

"I didn't call you, you called me."

The time mirror interrupted Pei Zichen, and Pei Zichen was stunned: "When did I call you?"

"Don't you want to become a god in order to change your own destiny?"

Pei Zichen reacted and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"You are the son of destiny in this world. Your destiny was to obtain the divine weapon, become the master of the three realms, and ascend to become a god."

As he spoke, countless images quickly appeared on the mirror. Before Wu Yuelin, those images were similar to what he remembered. However, starting from Wu Yuelin, they seemed similar to him all the way, but were ultimately different.

The biggest difference is——

There was no Jiang Zhaoxue in the mirror.

Without Jiang Zhaoxue, he would have embarked on a completely different life after falling off the cliff. He was obsessed with revenge and fell directly into the devil's way. He collected artifacts along the way and returned to the Nine Netherworld Realm with the help of Mu Jinyue. He then counterattacked the True Immortal Realm, destroyed the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, and killed Penglai...

Everything happened just as Jiang Zhaoxue mentioned in the "book". He became the strongest person in the three realms, and Jiang Zhaoxue...

Die in his hands.

"This is your destiny. The one destined to die is Jiang Zhaoxue. Her spiritual roots should have been extracted long ago, and her luck was weakened throughout her struggle against you. Because she killed innocent people, her luck was completely lost. Even if she became pregnant with your child and received your blessing, it would not be able to reverse her fate."

"What did you say?!"

Pei Zichen cried out in surprise. The time mirror stopped at a picture of Jiang Zhaoxue entering the Demon Palace, and then expanded to fill the entire mirror surface, allowing Pei Zichen to see everything clearly.

"Yes, in your original destiny, you did have a brief romance with her. She saved you back then, and you had a kind heart for her. Seeing that she was obsessed with Shen Yuqing and repeatedly opposed you, you wanted to let Penglai go and let her give up. At the same time, you also wanted to give Mu Jinyue a legitimate reason to reenter the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion from the Nine Nether Realm as an undercover agent. So, you proposed to Shen Yuqing that he use Jiang Zhaoxue as your cauldron in exchange for Mu Jinyue's return to the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion."

"He agreed?!"

Pei Zichen asked coldly.

Time Mirror narrated calmly, "The Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion was doomed to fail, and the Book of Destiny confirmed Mu Jinyue as the only hope. Shen Yuqing, after much deliberation, finally agreed. However, he secretly made a pact with Jiang Zhaoxue, sending her undercover to your side. He promised her that if she killed you, they would leave the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion together. Jiang Zhaoxue believed Shen Yuqing's promise and deliberately seduced you, leading you to fall for her, as if you were in this world. However, she ultimately betrayed you, and you nearly died at the hands of Shen Yuqing's sword. Fortunately, Mu Jinyue intervened and saved your life."

"What about her?" Pei Zichen asked immediately, "She took my child back..."

"Shen Yuqing couldn't tolerate him, but you were a demigod, and he couldn't kill the child. So Shen Yuqing asked Gu Jun to delay the child's birth by a year, and at the same time erased all of Jiang Zhaoxue's memories, declaring the child yours. When you came out of seclusion, you heard about this and decided to seek revenge. With Mu Jinyue's cooperation, you eventually attacked the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion. At the critical moment, Shen Yuqing expected you not to attack Jiang Zhaoxue, so he fled with Mu Jinyue, the only hope of the True Immortal Realm."

The scene comes to the moment when he finally ascends the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion. Jiang Zhaoxue has no spiritual roots, but she still fights with all her strength to the end.

Finally, he came to her.

He looked at the person in front of him. He had loved her and hated her, but why did she deserve his love?

"You finally killed her with your own hands, ending your only concern."

Time Mirror opened its mouth, and the screen showed him strangling her neck with a "click". He seemed to have nothing to do with the person in front of him, like the most respectful disciple, kneeling and saying the words "Respectfully send my master's wife to heaven".

Watching Jiang Zhaoxue fall, Pei Zichen couldn't help but tremble. He clenched his teeth, knowing that it was not appropriate to tangle with the Time Mirror now. He said, "So? This is my destiny, so what?"

"But when she was in the seventh realm, she suddenly woke up, changed your fate, and intercepted your life. Have you ever thought about why she was able to change fate?"

These words startled Pei Zichen, and he suddenly realized something.

The Time Mirror's voice was filled with compassion as it whispered, "Master, nothing in this world is accidental. To change a person's fate, another force must intervene. I am the Mirror of Time and Space, in control of time and space. Only divine power can activate it. Now, two paths lie before you. One path is for you to do nothing now. You will return to your rightful destiny and become the master of the Three Realms. The other path—"

"It's me going back in time."

Pei Zichen suddenly understood: "Her promotion to the seventh level of destiny master is not accidental..."

"It's you."

Time Mirror affirmed, "Not only that, if a person is destined to die, from the moment they stray from their destiny, they will no longer be protected by Heaven and will be constantly hunted by the Book of Destiny. They will face death again and again. If you want to save her, you will have to do it not just once, but thousands and thousands of times."

"Thousands and thousands of times..." Pei Zichen raised his eyes, "What's the price?"

"Your life."

Time Mirror said calmly: "One life for another, this is the price of changing destiny."

Pei Zichen listened without saying a word. The Time Mirror quietly stared at the person in front of him and whispered, "Master, time can make you forget everything. As long as you live long enough, you will find that there is no one you cannot forget, and no road you cannot walk. As long as you do nothing at this moment and return to your original destiny——"

"I'll still save her."

Pei Zichen spoke hoarsely, and Time Mirror was stunned.

Pei Zichen looked up at himself and Jiang Zhaoxue in another time and space in the time mirror. Seeing Jiang Zhaoxue blocking his way, he couldn't help laughing: "Do you think he killed her out of hatred?"

"Owner……"

Shi Guangjing was puzzled for a moment. Pei Zichen said hoarsely, "No, with his demigod body, how could he not feel his own blood? Since he knew she was pregnant with his child, how could he not know her feelings? With the female monarch's physique, how could she be pregnant with his child if she didn't want to?"

Shi Guangjing was stunned, somewhat bewildered: "This... then what is going on..."

"Time Mirror," Pei Zichen raised his hand and placed it on the mirror. He looked at the blood-soaked Jiang Zhaoxue in the mirror and said hoarsely, "In fact, no one can peek into fate. Anything that can be peeped into is not fate. Whether it's you, the Book of Destiny, me, or the Lady, all of us see is the point at which fate wants us to see. The only thing we can predict about the future is the rules."

As he spoke, his hand slowly reached into the mirror. "The Lady said, 'Destiny is the essence of human nature.' Following my heart is my destiny. Regardless of which world, which time and space, as long as it's me, I will save her. And I also believe that as long as it's her, she can save me. Even if I die, I will never regret it."

The moment the sound fell, a huge force hit him and he was sucked into the gap in time and space. He saw the time and space surrounding Jiang Zhaoxue spread out in front of him like a long river. He glanced around, looking for all the nodes about her and his fate.

He wanted to make everything happen exactly as he and she had experienced it.

He would go back 1,200 years and tell Li Xiuji and his wife that there was a fortune teller who asked them to ask her to save their child's name.

He wanted to make it rain when Jiang Zhaoxue and the young Pei Zichen were on their way to kill Zhuang Yan, so that they could hide in the temple where Li Xiuji's parents were and let her choose a name for Li Xiuji.

He would strive to save her every time fate tried to wipe her out;

Before Li Xiuji died, he wanted to be beside him and tell him, "God has ordained me a mayfly, but I will strive for eternal spring."

He wanted to teach Li Xiu Ji to build a Nine Netherworld where one would not do evil and would not be contaminated by cause and effect. During those thousand years, only Li Xiu Ji could see him, and he waited and waited.

Finally, Jiang Zhaoxue was born.

Penglai was decorated with lights and colors. He quietly came to her crib and cast a protective spell for her.

So she grew up safely and became a rare fortune teller with a successful life.

He watched her grow from a baby and saw her fall in love with Shen Yuqing.

He helped her withstand most of the Nascent Soul tribulation, and when her life beast egg died, he sent a wisp of his love into her body, and she became her life beast.

On the day of the battle at Cangming Sea, he stood beside Li Xiu Ji and watched her throw herself at Shen Yuqing. He gently cast a spell, letting the sea water push the couple to the shore.

Li Xiuji said that he was mentally ill.

He just thought that Yaoyao was too young. How could she go back with such big waves?

Then he waited for another two hundred years, and finally Anan woke up and broke the restrictions set on Jiang Zhaoxue, allowing her to break through the seventh realm.

Anan carried the fate of another world he saw in the space-time mirror, and guided Jiang Zhaoxue to avoid everything. So he watched Jiang Zhaoxue walk towards his seventeen-year-old self, falling from the sky and blocking him.

He continued to travel through time and space, leading her forward at critical moments, and would sit in the distance and play a clear flute for her when she was sad.

He clearly felt his strength growing weaker and weaker, and saw that the time and space he could choose ahead of him were getting shorter and shorter. Until the last moment, he heard a roar in his ears -

"Summon the Nine Netherworld Emperor—Pei Zichen!!"

He reached out towards the voice without hesitation and tore open the space!

At that moment, Jiang Zhaoxue felt the spiritual power behind her vibrate and a strong wind suddenly blew up. She turned around in surprise and saw that the space was torn apart by a pair of hands!

Seeing this, Song Wulan's spiritual power surged, and his veins exploded one by one. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "I gamble my life with the heavens, the God-Slaying Formation is activated!"

"Owner!!"

Anan screamed, and Jiang Zhaoxue heard the sound of swords whistling behind her. She turned around and was shocked to see a dense array of swords rushing towards her. At that moment, she felt a familiar scent of pine and bamboo first, and then someone grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. She turned around and passed by the sword array. The other person held her hands, holding the bow in one hand and pulling the string with the other. The moment he landed, he pulled the bowstring to its full extent and aimed at Song Wu Lan, who was covered in blood.

"Don't look back, stay with me."

A familiar voice rang in her ears, and Jiang Zhaoxue's heart beat rapidly, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions. He was right behind her, his face pressed against her side.

Time seemed to stand still, everyone was frozen in time, and there were only the two of them in the world.

"Heaven has called."

Pei Zichen spoke calmly, and the power of God immediately filled the heaven and earth. The laws of heaven and earth seemed to have changed for him, and all living beings trembled.

Only Jiang Zhaoxue, who was protected in his arms, felt nothing. However, due to her status as a destiny master, she sensed something and spoke tremblingly, "The Divine Lord's pardon."

"Borrow a sword from the three realms," Pei Zichen's tone did not change at all. Only a buzzing sound was heard, and finally countless flying swords jumped out from the black space in the sky and gathered in a mighty force.

"The universe becomes a fortune."

Jiang Zhaoxue's tears fell as she watched all the flying swords merge into one, turning into a top-notch arrow that appeared on the Yuanluo bow.

"In response to the wishes of all living beings in heaven and earth—" Jiang Zhaoxue and Pei Zichen spoke at the same time, quickly releasing their bowstrings. "Execute, Book of Destiny!"