World Three: When Hypocrites Kill Themselves to Save Them...

The evening clouds merge into a beautiful picture, and the setting sun is like blood.

The miasma at the bottom of the Soul-Breaking Cliff was so thick that it could not be dispelled. Wen Zhao curled up among the twisted tree roots. Three claw marks on his left shoulder were oozing black blood, which was jarring and shocking.

In the distance came the sound of bone wings breaking through the air, the golden pupils of three monsters ignited dark flames in the dim light, and the noise of scaly claws scraping across the rock wall was chilling.

"Good boy, we've put in a lot of effort to capture you! This magic circle is carefully prepared for you. It will make sure that you will be helpless even to the heavens and the earth." The leading monster kicked the dry bones on the ground, and its sharp claws went straight for Wen Zhao's throat. "I will take your heart and liver now and give them to the city lord to drink with!"

Wen Zhao's face looked extremely ugly. He bit his tongue and tried to stay clear-headed. Tentacles were faintly visible under his clothes. At the same time, he used his bloody fingertips to quickly outline a teleportation array behind him.

At the moment when the fishy wind blew in the face, thousands of layers of moonlight suddenly descended from the sky, illuminating the entire valley in every detail.

"What a big tone."

As the clear voice echoed, the first monster to charge forward suddenly froze. Confused, he looked down and saw a lotus flower formed from ice crystals blossoming from his heart, each petal reflecting the crescent moon behind him.

A monk with his eyes covered by white silk stood quietly on the top of a dead branch, his hair as pure as fine snow, flying like flowing clouds in the evening breeze.

"Yue Fuyou--!" The other two demons roared and revealed their true forms, but Chi Lin was frozen in front of the snow-colored sword.

As the wide sleeves of the blue robe fluttered, the sound of shattering glass was heard at the bottom of the cliff, and the huge body of the monster was turned into powder by the wind of the sword.

Wen Zhao stared at his master, a look of immense joy on his face. He opened his mouth, ready to call out to Fu You affectionately as usual, but before he could utter a word, he felt a burning pain in his wound.

Under the unhealed skin and flesh, black blood eroded the meridians bit by bit.

The monster's claws are poisonous.

"careful."

A gentle male voice echoed throughout the venue, and Wen Xuanying gracefully landed in front of Wen Zhao, "Fortunately, Junior Brother Yue had the foresight to leave a trace of his consciousness on the spirit sword. Otherwise, my nephew would have been in great danger this time."

The moonlight stretched the three figures across the messy ground.

Wen Xuanying leaned over to examine Wen Zhao's wound, looking like a kind and caring clan leader. However, Wen Zhao looked sideways with extreme vigilance, and the moment Wen Xuanying extended his hand, he tried to block it, like a wolf cub baring its teeth at a stranger.

This ridiculous idea of ​​resistance was naturally not taken seriously by Sect Leader Wen.

"Wait..." Wen Xuanying frowned suddenly, and his fingertips brushed across the blackened wound. "There's something wrong with this wound."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu You was beside Wen Zhao in an instant, and the plain silk ribbon fell on Wen Zhao's shoulders.

Just as he leaned over to investigate, Wen Xuanying saw this and his eyes darkened slightly.

A dark light flashed across the wound, and Wen Zhao suddenly groaned in pain - countless blood-red curse patterns emerged from under his flesh, covering his entire arm in the blink of an eye!

"Not good." Wen Xuanying's voice suddenly became serious, and the spiritual energy flowing into his meridians suddenly became as sharp as ice spikes. "The demonic poison has spread to the bones."

Wen Zhao curled up on the ground in pain. He tried hard to raise his head and explain to his master that he didn't have any pain, but all his strength was used to fight the pain that kept overflowing from his limbs. He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

Wen Xuanying withdrew his hand, and in an instant, he waved a talisman towards Wen Zhao, saying firmly, "He has been possessed by a demon."

Hateful! Why did you harm him like this?

Master... Master will definitely not believe this nonsense.

In a daze, Wen Zhao clenched his fists tightly and thought in his heart.

But Fu You's judgment is colder than the edge of a sword.

Wen Zhao looked up and saw Xue Yebing shining coldly in the moonlight. The sword that had sheltered him from wind and rain many times and made him admire it so much was now forming a curse that would destroy his spiritual roots.

"Junior Brother Yue, there's no need to be so anxious. Bring him back to the Haoyue Sect first, and then we'll make plans." Wen Xuanying sighed as if to comfort him, but also as if to casually remind him, "Just with this alone, even you and I can't say for sure that Junior Brother Wen Zhao has truly fallen into evil and is beyond redemption, unless we examine his elixir and soul..."

Subsequent advice came to an abrupt end.

Even Wen Xuanying fell silent when he saw Fu You's actions.

Wen Zhao saw Yue Fuyou nod slightly, and Xue Yebing transformed into a stream of light and pierced his dantian. Before the excruciating pain came the suffocating breath of cardiac arrest, and he watched helplessly as the spirit bone was pulled out by Su Bai's fingers.

The Sword Master's movements in taking the pill were so neat and smooth that it was pleasing to the eye.

"Master, please don't..." Wen Zhao vomited blood and grabbed a piece of his moon-white robe. "Believe me... I didn't..."

Fu You leaned over, and her hair brushed against Wen Zhao's trembling eyelashes.

Wen Zhao looked at it and suddenly remembered that his master was like this when they first met.

Such a clean person is pure white and cold from head to toe, like a falling snowflake that cannot be grasped.

As severe pain swept through his body, he suddenly laughed out loud.

It turned out that the pain of having his bones dug out was not even one ten-thousandth of what he felt at this moment - Wen Zhao curled up in a pool of blood, and in a trance, he felt unprecedented emotions suddenly flooding his chest, watering his inhuman heart.

"Whatever, he's your disciple anyway." Wen Xuanying didn't even glance at Wen Zhao lying on the ground. He only stared at Fu You's bloodstained fingertips and sighed, "Next..."

The voice was suddenly interrupted.

A strange halo burst out from Wen Zhao's heart, and the flesh and blood of the hollowed-out spirit bones formed a complex totem and grew wildly. The blood he spilled actually flowed back into the wound bit by bit.

"Not good." Wen Xuanying quickly took a half step back, and at the same time subconsciously reached out and pulled Fu You beside him.

But a blue shadow suddenly appeared, and Fu You appeared beside Wen Zhao again.

He gently pressed Wen Zhao's chest with his blood-stained white palm. Wen Zhao raised his head in severe pain and saw the vast spiritual power, the scattered plain mist, and the light green pupils filled with moonlight and a sea of ​​blood.

"Feel sorry."

This was the first time Master spoke such words to him, and also the last time.

The moment the heart left the chest, the sound of thousands of chains breaking resounded between heaven and earth.

No one expected Fu You to behave like this.

Fu You held the male protagonist's Tai Sui heart, which was full of emotions at this moment, and crashed directly into the pillar of the cultivation world that had collapsed for many years and appeared in the sky.

Wen Xuanying's exclamation was torn apart by the hurricane. In the bright light bursting from the cracks in the boundary pillar, Wen Zhao saw his master turn around and say something to him.

The body that was more dazzling than the stars gradually became transparent, leaving only the cinnabar on the forehead dripping like blood, falling right into his empty chest.

The cracks in the boundary pillars began to heal, and vast light poured down.

The shadow that had lingered in the world of cultivation for a long time, the rift that allowed countless monsters to wreak havoc, completely disappeared after Fu You used his cultivation and Tai Sui Xin's joint efforts to repair it.

Everything is so illusory, like a dream.

Wen Zhao stared blankly at Xue Yebing lying on the ground. The cold wind kept blowing through his empty chest until tears fell drop by drop to the ground, blurring his vision.

The master smiled faintly at last, like snow melting in the wilderness on a spring day, so dreamy, so fleeting.

He smiled and said to him, "Xiao Zhao, add a blessing to Lingchun, and live well."

Can……

In a world without Master, even if we are alive, what difference is there between it and a nightmare from which we can never wake up?

In the sky, countless bright lights streaked across the sky, and silver-white snowflakes gently fell.

This light snow, which shouldn't have fallen in spring, seemed to be a memorial for the snow-like person who no longer exists in this world.

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The author has something to say: The world is over.

Because of a lot of things that have happened recently, my mother will have to undergo a skin grafting operation and needs to be hospitalized and accompanied, so I can only say goodbye to Xiaoyou first.

When I have time later, I will release the epilogue of Xiaoyou in the real world in the form of a bonus episode!

Thank you all for your tolerance and understanding during this period! Huahua will get back to her creative work as soon as she finishes sorting out her own affairs!

It's expected to be back in November. Thanks again, everyone! We'll see you in the next book! (Sliding on my knees and making a heart shape) (Blowing a kiss)