Chapter 161 Emotional Breakdown Xu Hui's pupils suddenly constricted, and her reaction...

Xu Wei's pupils suddenly constricted, and he reacted quickly. He raised his hand, and the bone sword in his hand shot out like lightning, accurately hitting the fierce magic sword that was coming down.

A crisp "crack" sound was heard, and the magic sword was directly cut off by the bone sword at the moment of contact. The broken edge was smooth, revealing a sharpness that should not be underestimated.

Xu Hui was slightly stunned. She didn't expect the bone sword to be so powerful. No wonder it was called the Heaven-Swallowing Sword.

At the same time, she also keenly realized that this palace suppressed cultivation indiscriminately. Zhong Lingyue was unable to preserve her demonic energy and could only resort to sneak attacks, trying to harm her with the magic sword.

So, she deliberately said provocatively, "Heh, don't you think that because my cultivation is suppressed, I can't deal with you?"

She raised an eyebrow, turned her wrist, and the Heaven-Swallowing Sword seemed to come alive in her hand, flashing with a cold light. "My swordsmanship has never fallen behind. It's more than enough to deal with you!"

As he said that, he swung his sword forward, and the tip of the sword cut through the sky, with a fierce momentum, pointing directly at Zhong Lingyue, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!

Zhong Lingyue watched helplessly as her magic sword was broken into two pieces by Xu Hui's bone sword, with a trace of disbelief and horror in her eyes.

Having lost her weapon, her momentum instantly weakened, like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, no longer able to pose a threat to Xu Hui.

He could only dodge awkwardly at the sharp sword swung by Xu Hui.

Seeing this, Xu Hui sneered, and the Heaven-Swallowing Sword in his hand became even more dazzling, like the brightest star in the night sky, making it impossible to look directly at it.

But her sword often missed the target, just like a cat playing with a mouse. She always gave Zhong Lingyue a break at the critical moment, allowing her to avoid fatal danger and only leaving her with various minor injuries.

Xu Hui knew that the devil hiding in Zhong Lingyue's sea of ​​consciousness would never let her kill Zhong Lingyue, but she had to teach Zhong Lingyue a severe lesson to prevent her from always thinking about harming herself.

Therefore, she pressed on, teasing her and mocking her. Every word was like a knife, cutting into Zhong Lingyue's heart. "I thought you were capable, but it turns out you're just this good! Without your cultivation, you're like a plucked bird, even worse than a chicken!"

Zhong Lingyue was so angry that her face turned ashen and her eyes were wide open as if they were about to spit fire.

She wanted to fight back, but without the magic sword, her attack seemed so weak and powerless, just a futile struggle.

Xu Hui was at ease, each swing of the sword was precise and playful, forcing Zhong Lingyue to roll on the ground repeatedly in a miserable state.

The palace was filled with the whizzing sound of sword tips cutting through the air and Zhong Lingyue's rapid breathing.

She dodged left and right, trying to find a breakthrough, but Xu Hui's swordsmanship was like an invisible net that trapped her tightly.

Finally, after another failed counterattack, Zhong Lingyue was overwhelmed and looked up in horror, only to see the tip of Xu Hui's sword against her throat.

At that moment, she seemed to see the fire of hell and felt unprecedented fear and despair.

"Oh, a truly strong person never relies on external things!" He sneered contemptuously, "And you are destined to be a weakling, forever unable to escape the shackles of fate!"

Zhong Lingyue was so angry that she almost lost her mind again and roared, "You think you are so great, just wait, you have been banned by the monster..."

"Shut up!" The monster yelled, causing her entire head to buzz and her mind to become a mess. She could no longer utter the words she had said before.

The monster floated out, gave Xu Hui a cold look, and ordered, "You stay here and are not allowed to leave the hall!"

Xu Hui sneered, and understood that the matter ended there, so she simply sat aside and looked at the palace coldly. In fact, she was secretly observing where Wan Moxiao was imprisoned.

The light within the hall was dim and gloomy, as if it were forever trapped in the dusk. The faint light that streamed through the skylight high above was refracted by the dense ice crystals, creating a variegated effect that added an eerie touch to the gloomy space.

The surrounding walls and pillars are all made of huge ice blocks, and the surface is covered with a thin layer of frost. Occasionally, a slight crackling sound can be heard, silently telling the story of a thousand years of loneliness and coldness.

The ice wall is inlaid with various ice sculptures in various shapes, including complex patterns and ferocious animal shapes. They look even more twisted and weird under the weak light, as if they are slowly wriggling every moment, trying to break free from the shackles of the ice.

In the gaps outside the ice sculpture, there were densely packed runes that were difficult to see clearly. They covered the entire hall like an invisible net, suppressing the cultivation level tightly, as if to trap the soul here.

There was a strange smell in the air that made my breathing heavy and my mood sunk to the bottom.

This breath seemed to possess magical power, inducing people to give up struggling and immerse themselves in a deep sense of depression and powerlessness, causing them to slowly sink into despair and fall into the abyss.

Xu Hui felt a chill in her heart. This was similar to the previous barrier, except that the barrier made people feel happy and hopeful, while this one made people fall into the abyss of despair!

But once emotions come, they cannot be suppressed. At this time, only the warm sunshine and true love can resist this uncontrollable sinking.

Sunlight was out of the question. Ever since she entered this world of ice and snow, everything she saw was depressing, cold, and depressing.

As for passion, thinking of the Ice Heart Snow Lotus that she had just collected not long ago and the large amount of top-grade spirit stones it might bring, Xu Hui's heart suddenly started beating fast.

Very good! Just maintain this state, constantly reminding myself to save Wan Moxiao. Given her abilities and status, how much benefit will there be if I save her?

If it were before, she would feel ashamed of the idea of ​​saving people in the hope of gaining benefits.

But now, she needs to use this method to mobilize her emotions and avoid being affected by the emotions that are suppressed all the time.

While trying to calm herself down, she diverted her attention, her eyes moving between the ice walls where light and shadow intertwined, looking for where Wan Moxiao might be hiding.

Suddenly, she noticed that there seemed to be an ice door in the shadows at the back of the palace. The strange runes on the door were different from those on other places. They existed independently and were not connected.

But she did not act rashly, but waited for Zhong Lingyue to leave.

After falling into the devil's trap, her body indeed became extremely strong. The wound Xu Hui had just inflicted was almost healed in no time with the help of the elixir.

She glared at Xu Hui fiercely and left the hall angrily.

Xu Hui looked back coldly, her hand intentionally or unintentionally tightening on the hilt of the bone sword, full of warning.

Zhong Lingyue didn't dare to provoke again and left in a hurry.

After she left, Xu Hui waited for a while, until she was sure that she would not come back, and then she came to the door.

Carefully stretch out your fingers and gently touch those strange runes.

This touch seemed to open Pandora's box, and a sticky dark force suddenly sucked up, as if to swallow her soul whole and drag it into an endless abyss.

Pulled by that force, Xu Hui saw a series of terrifying scenes: countless souls were twisted by darkness, struggling and wailing in pain.

The scene was creepy and chilling.

Xu Hui made a quick decision, drew out the Wanxiang Sword, and slashed at the ice that his fingers touched without hesitation.

With a crisp "crack", the piece of ice covered with runes was swallowed up entirely, and the dangerous power also dissipated. Xu Hui couldn't help but gasp, looking at these strange runes with lingering fear.

It was too dangerous. Not to mention cracking it, she couldn't even touch it. She simply went all out and took the most direct approach - cutting it open with the Universal Sword.

As if sensing the danger, the runes twisted and deformed, emitting a darker light, as if they were going to penetrate the ice and rush towards them.

But these were useless in front of the Wanxiang Sword. The entire ice door was directly destroyed, revealing the simple ice room inside.

Inside the ice room, the light was dim, with only a few faint rays of cold light seeping in from the cracks in the ice, barely illuminating the dark space.

The walls of the ice room were as smooth as a mirror and the cold was overwhelming, as if every inch of the air was filled with ice crystals.

Xu Hui stepped into the ice room and quickly caught a faint voice with a heavy crying tone.

“Woo… I, I’m going to die… Why am I here… Mom… Dad… I want to watch the flag-raising ceremony…” His voice was filled with despair but also with a bit of persistence, and then he started chattering incessantly, and it was unclear what he was saying.

But the words "raising the flag" suddenly made her feel sad.

Before the college entrance examination, her mother had promised to take her to Beijing during the summer vacation to watch the flag-raising ceremony.

But in the end, she was met with separation between life and death. Because of the ridiculous "cannon fodder fate", she lost her parents from then on!

And the original owner had such a hard life since childhood. Just because he was a "cannon fodder", he was always bullied and his hopes were cut off again and again. Why?

There was a hint of anger in her eyes, and she wanted to rush out immediately and kill all the so-called protagonists, so that no one could control her fate.

But then, she closed her eyes, took a long breath, and expelled all the resentment and distracting thoughts.

This place has too profound an impact on emotions, and they are all negative. Any small emotion will be infinitely magnified, and finally completely swallowed up by negative emotions. It is really hard to guard against!

Fortunately, the hatred she felt when she first crossed over had long since passed, and her emotions had been trained to be stable, allowing her to keep her original heart in time.

Looking at Wan Moxiao again, he was curled up in a corner of the ice room, wrapped in a piece of inexplicable cloth, his face was pale and his eyes were dull. It was obvious that he had been trapped here for a long time and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

"You lied to me... You all lied to me... Wuwuwu, why did you break the contract? I want to watch the flag-raising ceremony... If you don't let me go, I'll die..."

Xu Hui closed her eyes and understood why Wan Moxiao was still insisting on watching the flag-raising ceremony. Perhaps it was because the touch of red could ignite hope and faith in one's heart.

She quickly stepped forward, trying to calm the man who was almost out of control. "Wan Moxiao, calm down. I'm Xu Hui, and I'm here to save you."

But Wan Moxiao seemed unresponsive to her arrival, repeating desperate, struggling words to himself, tears streaming down his cheeks, freezing into beads. "I, I'm so cold... I'm so scared... I'm going to die here..."

Xu Hui lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned close to her ear and sang softly, "Get up, I don't want to be a slave..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was suppressing something, or as if she was carefully keeping it secret, afraid that more people would hear it.

But clearly, there is no one here.

As she sang, Xu Hui even choked up and her emotions got out of control again.

Who said she didn't miss home? She missed the place called hometown so much, even though her previous life was imperfect, but it was where she was born and raised.

But she couldn't, like a wanderer, return to that place one day.

Do you regret running away so quickly?

A little bit, but she can never go back!

There was no moment when she realized this so deeply!

When she left, she was filled with resentment and hated her fate of being manipulated. But when she really couldn't go back, she suddenly realized that the world outside the plot was so nostalgic.

Tears fell one by one, and Xu Hui wiped them away forcefully. She knew that she was affected again, and the regret and longing that had been hidden in her heart were brought out and magnified a thousand times.

But she suddenly didn't want to hold back her tears anymore, and let the tears fall drop by drop, but she kept her mouth tightly shut, not wanting anyone to hear her crying, even if there was only one person here who was trapped in the maze and couldn't hear or see anything.

However, the education she had received over a long period of time made her feel extremely ashamed to cry in front of others. She didn't want to feel ashamed and frustrated every time she thought about it, so she could only let the tears fall without saying a word.

Wan Moxiao, who was half-held in her arms, suddenly lost the ability to sing. She couldn't help but get excited, her mouth opening and closing. Listening to the sobbing, she was singing along, the melody ingrained in her bones, "...flesh and blood...the Great Wall...forward!"

Yes, it’s time to move forward!

Xu Hui wiped away her tears, smiled at the void, and sang silently: Forward! Forward!

He took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out a few warm pills, and forced them into Wan Moxiao's mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, bringing a hint of warmth that gradually alleviated Wan Moxiao's coldness and fear.

But this was not enough. What trapped her was the feeling of depression and despair. The magic weapon that possessed her did not lose its effect, which meant that her body was not actually cold.

What is cold is her soul, her heart.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a few bottles of wine from the storage space, hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely poured them into her mouth, saying regretfully, "Don't blame me, this is all for your own good, right?"

After a while, Wan Moxiao's eyes finally regained some spirit. Seeing the bottle of wine in her hand, he was dazed for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears, "Wow wow wow wow, Xu Hui, you have such a cruel heart. I'm already so miserable, and you still want to torture me!"

Xu Hui touched her nose guiltily, "Well, you're so immersed in a bad mood that I thought I'd have some fun to help you relax..."

"It's just for your amusement!" Wan Moxiao cried even louder, crying like a child, without caring about his image at all.

Xu Hui stepped back sheepishly, murmuring comfortingly, "Being able to cry is... uh, a good thing, right?"

"Bah, you idiot! Look at my shadowless kick!" She pounced on him suddenly. Xu Hui was startled and took several steps back.

With a thud, Wan Moxiao fell to the ground in a strange posture and looked over at him dimly.

Xu Hui: ...

This time I'm completely offended!

"Ahhh! I don't care, you have to drink too! Let's embarrass ourselves together!"

What should you do if your best friend goes crazy? Should you stay with her or pretend you don’t know this person?

"You dare!" A faint voice spun around her 360 degrees like a death warrant, "Xu Hui, just leave me alone and try!"

Xu Hui is torn between her conscience and her desires...it's not going to be easy!