Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Mu Yang suddenly became ruthless, Zhou...

Mu Yang suddenly became furious. The spiritual energy that suddenly erupted from his body threatened to rip the room apart. The hurricane swept away the hanging curtains and shattered the tables and chairs. A huge sword of light appeared out of thin air in his hand, and lightning crackled around the blade's back and continued to the tip.

"Ah——" the girl from the liberal arts college in the room screamed in horror when she saw this.

Mu Yin's face darkened. "Is this your true strength?" He glanced back at Li Yian, his hand tightly gripping the whip. "Let's go out and fight to the death now. If you can defeat me, she'll be yours."

"What the hell is going on?!" An Si, rushing over with the girl, saw the tense situation and flew into a rage. "Fighting in the patient's room? Are you worried Yi An won't die soon enough?"

Mu Yang's red eyes froze for a moment, then became clearer.

"All of you, get out!" An Si swung his sleeve fiercely, and the wind blew away the two people who were stunned in place.

After closing the door, An Si saw the mess in the room. He took a deep breath, walked quickly to Li Yian's bed, and took Li Yian's pulse.

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In the large open space, Mu Yin looked at Mu Yang coldly, one hand gripping the handle of the whip and the other pulling at the middle of the whip. "How about a fight to the death?"

Mu Yang gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his eyes filled with resentment.

Seeing that Mu Yang didn't say anything, Mu Yin said coldly, "Otherwise, I will never let you see her." He moved his hand and whipped Mu Yang fiercely with a long whip.

Mu Yang barely dodged it, only to see a deep chasm appear in the air very close to him. The whip blew away Mu Yang several meters, and the wind cut through his clothes like a knife, leaving thin bloodstains on his cheeks and body.

"Mu Yin!" Mu Yang roared in hatred, and countless lightning burst out from the blade. The knife slipped out of his hand and instantly turned into countless giant swords in the air that chopped down one after another.

Mu Yin's face changed and he used a huge light shield to block the sword formation.

When cracks appeared on the light shield, he quickly flew up and said, "I underestimated you." The whip in his hand instantly grew several times larger. "Now I will fight you with all my strength, Mu Yang, and I hope you will do the same."

Mu Yang's pupils had turned deep red. "I will never let go of anyone who prevents me from seeing her."

In order to see her, he wiped out his weak self.

To him, death was nothing more than a trivial matter.

From now on, he would not let anyone stop him.

Countless fallen leaves were swept up by the strong wind, and lightning crackled in the air. The flying knives in the sky instantly burst into a dazzling light.

The loud "boom" startled An Si who was far away in the Theological Society. He let go of Li Yian's wrist and looked out the window at the forest in the distance.

It looked like a terrible battle was taking place there.

"Master Priest, how is Li Yian?" The girl next to him asked anxiously when she saw An Si's serious expression.

"She's fine. She was just too tired and worried, and her body couldn't bear it, so she fell asleep." An Si replied.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little reluctant when she saw the sleeping Li Yian.

She had been so strong and able to save them in the white crane habitat, but now she was feverish and comatose, fragile and pitiful.

"Master Priest, let us take care of Li Yian from now on." said the girls.

"Okay." An Si nodded.

He looked at the forest in the distance, feeling uneasy. He stood up and walked quickly to the door.

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The fog was thick, and a ghost in white clothes hovered in the air, looking at Li Yian who was sitting in a daze under the osmanthus tree.

She had been sitting there for several days.

"How foolish! You should love Feng Yao." The ghost slowly walked in front of Li Yian. "If Feng Yao died, would you be as sad as you are now?"

"Feng Yao died for you once, did you know that?"

But Li Yian seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and couldn't hear her.

The ghost sat next to Li Yian. Seeing her distraught, the ghost's face turned mocking. "I have been looking for you for ten thousand years, and I thought you could save me, but I didn't expect that you fell in love with the wrong person..."

Li Yian was a fragment of her soul that had been shattered ten thousand years ago, and had experienced countless reincarnations. The ghost had spent ten thousand years searching countless time and space before finally finding her and bringing her to this time and space.

Youhun had all his plans ready, but he didn't expect that something would go wrong with Li Yian's feelings.

The ghost escaped from the dark illusion, she was hunted by the audience, and a lot of her power was destroyed. She escaped from death and parasitized in Li Yian's dream, relying on the residual spiritual power given to her by Feng Yao to keep her broken soul hanging.

She knew that only by cooperating with Feng Yao could she kill the onlookers.

Li Yian has never paid attention to Feng Yao, and now he is still immersed in a dream for an irrelevant person, refusing to wake up from reality.

The passage of time in dreams is different from the passage of time in reality. Sometimes one hour in a dream is equivalent to several years in reality, and sometimes decades in a dream are equivalent to one hour in reality.

Li Yian stayed in the dream for nearly ten days, and the ghost had no idea how much time had passed outside.

If decades had passed in reality and Li Yian had died of old age, then she would have no chance of resurrection.

The ghost was furious when she thought of this. She suddenly grabbed Li Yian's collar and forced her to look up at her. "Don't you want to live anymore? If you keep going like this, the audience will crush you to death at any time."

Seeing that Li Yian still didn't move, the ghost shook her hard in anger, "Don't you want to become stronger and take revenge?"

Li Yian's lifeless eyes wavered slightly, "Revenge." She murmured to herself.

Seeing that Li Yian finally responded, the ghost said coldly, "Don't you want to become stronger? I can help you."

Li Yian lowered his eyes and clutched the clothes on his knees tightly.

"I want to become stronger."

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The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the flames engulfed the forest for nearly a hundred miles. Mu Yin's huge light whip rolled up countless knives, and with a sudden force, the backs of the knives were broken in half.

A loud thunder rumbled, and Mu Yin stood in the lightning, walking step by step towards Mu Yang, who was covering his chest and spitting out blood.

"Your strength is far inferior to mine."

"Without Li Xuan, you are nothing." He raised the light whip high and swung it fiercely at Mu Yang.

"Bang!" The light whip collided with the light umbrella that appeared out of thin air, making a deafening noise.

The Cicada Shadow Shield protected Mu Yang underneath, but the terrifying power of the light whip almost instantly caused cracks in the Cicada Shadow Shield.

"Why do so many people pay attention to you and love you? Your father and mother love you, everyone in the theological society loves you, Cheng Qiu, the only person who was kind to me, died, and my sister who cared about me also always paid attention to you. Why is it that even when your room is full of heaters, your sister still sends them to you? And I am dying in a dilapidated, cold house, with no one paying attention to me."

"Fortunately, God could not bear this, and I awakened my divine power near death. I am no longer the Mu Yin I used to be."

"I tell you, I will personally destroy all your glory, take away everything you have, and watch you fall before my eyes."

He swung his whip down again.

"Snap!" The Cicada Shadow Shield suddenly lost all its light and shattered into pieces in an instant under the whip, and the whip hit Mu Yang hard.

Mu Yang fell to his knees and spat out a pool of blood.

Mu Yin's face was slightly stunned. "Why did you suddenly withdraw your spiritual power to withstand my whip? Are you mocking me?"

There was a terrible noisy sound in Mu Yang's mind, and the voices of countless men and women were roaring in his head.

As long as you sacrifice your life, I will make you stronger and kill him!

Mu Yin kicked Mu Yang to the ground. Mu Yang grabbed the soil tightly, his deep red pupils shrinking constantly.

"A self-torture tactic? Are you deliberately getting hurt in front of me just to see your sister?"

Mu Yang gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling, but he didn't say a word.

Mu Yin raised the whip angrily and was about to hit him, but the whip stopped in mid-air, paused for two seconds, and then dropped it fiercely.

"I will spare your life as long as you promise not to see my sister again." Mu Yin turned around and prepared to leave.

Mu Yang raised his head abruptly and stretched out his hand, trying to use his spiritual power, but all his spiritual power was lost due to his inner demon. He propped himself up and struggled to stand up, "Unless I die."

Mu Yin grabbed the whip handle tightly and threw it down fiercely. He rushed forward almost madly and beat Mu Yang fiercely.

"Why do you want to snatch my sister from me when you already have everything?"

Mu Yang could only barely block a few punches, but he was seriously injured by the divine whip. He soon fell to his knees weakly and let Mu Yin beat him.

Until Mu Yang fell to the ground, his blood staining the soil red. "You can take everything I have, I just want to see her..."

Mu Yin stood beside Mu Yang, a tear sliding down from the corner of her eye.

"Is it necessary to hold on to this extent for her?"

Mu Yang's hands clutched the dirt tightly as he crawled towards the Theological Society. "I just want to see her."

After a long time, Mu Yin's clenched fists loosened slightly, "It's up to you." He turned and left.

An Si, who was deep in the forest, had been watching everything silently. Seeing Mu Yang's stubborn look as he risked his life to return to the Theological Society to see Li Yian, An Si's face was unclear.

[You want to return to the palace? What's your reason?]

[You can ask Mu Yang about this question.]

Mu Yang fell in love with Yi An, is he so crazy that he doesn't care about his own life?

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A girl named Xiaoxi in the guest room was changing Li Yian's wet towel. When she saw Mu Yang walking in covered in blood, she screamed in fright.

The towel in her hand fell and she jumped up. When she saw that the person in front of her was Mu Yang, she shouted in panic, "Mu Yang, how did you get hurt so badly?"

"I'm fine." Mu Yang covered his chest and staggered to Li Yian's bed.

Li Yian was still asleep. He reached out and grasped her wrist, letting his overflowing spiritual energy carefully probe Li Yian's physical condition. Seeing that she was fine, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiaoxi looked at Muyang anxiously, "I'll go find the priest to check your injuries."

"I'm fine." Mu Yang frowned, "I want to be alone with Yi An for a while."

Mu Yang, who is usually gentle and smiling, is no longer smiling and his tone is unfriendly, as if he has become a different person.

Xiaoxi bit her lower lip a little aggrievedly, walked out of the room quickly and closed the door.

Mu Yang sat down exhausted in front of the bed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand and coughing, trying hard to suppress the salty and fishy taste rising from his throat. He casually performed a healing spell to heal the internal injuries in his body.

He only recovered after the chaotic spiritual energy in his body was sorted out.

Li Yian lay quietly on the bed. He held Li Yian's hand hanging at her side and carefully channeled spiritual energy into her so that her illness would heal faster.

However, his body was too weak due to fatigue, his eyes became increasingly sleepy, and he gradually fell asleep.

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The sky is gray and foggy. There is no sunrise or sunset in the dream, and I can't tell what day it is.

Li Yian looked down at her palm, which was already filled with a faint spiritual energy. She smelled the refreshing fragrance of orchids floating in the air.

"Mu Yang?"