Ming Hongyi looked up and saw that all the tens of thousands of vengeful ghosts that could be purified had been purified.

Those who have not been purified are burdened by evil karma and cannot be purified by external forces.

The crimson-clad figure landed beside Yu Xiaoyao.

At the same time, Wu Wang, who had been chanting scriptures with his eyes closed, opened them and looked at the person next to Yu Xiaoyao, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Benefactor Ming."

The other cultivators from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect followed suit, stopping their chanting and standing behind Wu Wang.

Ming Hongyi was not surprised that Wu Wang could see him, and she stopped hiding and took off her black hood and put it into her spatial ring.

He walked over to Yu Xiaoyao's side, took out a white jade-colored soul-gathering bottle, and transferred the purified ordinary soul from the temporary soul-gathering bag to the white jade-colored soul-gathering bottle.

The Soul-Gathering Bottle has a larger capacity, and staying inside for a long time will not damage the soul.

After putting away the white jade and glass soul-gathering bottle, he took out a black rune soul-gathering bottle and threw it into the air to collect the fierce-looking, fanged demons that were trying to attack the cultivators into the black rune soul-gathering bottle.

Ming Hongyi's gaze swept towards the direction where the Dancao Sect cultivators were. She saw the soul floating unconsciously beside the cultivators' bodies, and realized that the physical bodies had been given a chance to survive. She was slightly taken aback, and then calmly looked away.

He did not intend to harm these wandering souls that still had a glimmer of hope.

His gaze swept over Xie Lanzhi and Ouyang Changqing beside Xie Aotian, and he saw the entanglement between them. A smile flashed across his eyes.

Xie Aotian looked at Ming Hongyi, who had blocked Xie Lanzhi behind her, and his eyes showed vigilance.

Ming Hongyi indifferently shifted her gaze.

Xie Aotian felt both relieved and somewhat regretful.

Xie Aotian glanced at Ouyang Changqing standing behind Xie Lanzhi and thought to himself, "Why doesn't that guy from the Underworld take this guy away?"

Turning around, he saw Xie Lanzhi smiling at Ouyang Changqing, and he felt even more heartbroken.

Ming Hongyi's gaze fell on Ouyang Changqing outside the sealing array, and she whispered, "Is it him?"

Yu Xiaoyao: "Mm."

"He didn't harm any innocent people; he went straight for the fellow cultivators outside, for some reason."

Outside the sealing magic circle

Mo Jingxin looked up at the soul that looked exactly like him, shrouded in black mist. The other soul had a ferocious expression and a distorted face. Feeling the grief, sorrow, grievance and resentment it conveyed, Mo Jingxin sighed inwardly.

Mo Jingxin understood that he couldn't do anything to the soul of love. As long as he was alive, the soul of love would continue to exist because they were originally one.

Actually, it's not that the soul of love can't be killed, it's just that if the soul of love were truly killed, the soul itself wouldn't survive either.

Their ultimate fate was either to live together or to perish together.

Mo Jingxin looked at Qinghun earnestly and said, "I'm sorry."

The previously contorted soul instantly stood still, the black aura around it dissipated, revealing a face identical to Mo Jingxin's.

The soul murmured incredulously, "What did you say?"

Mo Jingxin: "I'm sorry, everything that happened before was my fault..."

"Feel sorry..."

Mo Jingxin ultimately couldn't bear to attack Qinghun any further, so she turned the attack on herself.

His pupils contracted slightly, and then a sense of relief, which did not belong to him, swept through his heart.

Then they all understood that Mo Jingxin was unwilling to kill him, yet she couldn't bear to watch him do evil. In Mo Jingxin's view, the best ending for them was to kill herself and perish with him.

"Actually, he didn't really intend to kill everyone who was cultivated," Qinghun thought to himself.