How about exchanging Leng Can's life for the lives of all people in the world?

"Then you can just look for me, why did you hurt my demon soldiers?" Qinggen Congmo also stood up, "Don't you think that the innocent people in the demon world are also within the scope of your protection? Now you have killed most of my demon soldiers, and you still think you are protecting the people? Congmo, your actions are completely inconsistent with your words!"

"Revenge for revenge, vengeance for vengeance. Don't pretend I don't know what you did in the human world. Most of the demon soldiers are low-level monsters transformed from demonic energy, controlled by you, and have no self-awareness at all." In one hand, a magic circle transformed into a spirit ball, and in the other, he raised his sword. "It was you who wanted to act first, harming the human world, breaking through the immortal mountain, and causing unrest in the three realms. Killing you is not an evil act, but rather an act of justice."

"Haha... you really know how to flatter your own selfish desires." Qinggen Congmo suddenly laughed while holding his stomach. "So you're here now, so impatient to enforce justice?"

"I really can't wait." Cong Mo rushed forward, "So I'm here to take your life!"

Qinggen Congmo quickly dodged backwards to avoid the sword attack. Congmo reacted and swung the sword from below. The spirit ball in his hand split into several and threw them towards her. Qinggen Congmo had nowhere to hide and could only use phantom magic to resist.

Cong Mo held the sword in the middle, and used his mental power to control the attack from a distance. The spirit ball did not stop hitting. The hand holding the sword showed a magic circle, which deformed and wrapped around the entire hand, and passed through the shield formed by the demonic energy. Then he immediately bent down and turned over, attacking her heart with a palm.

Qinggen Congmo was unable to react in time and was hit by her, staggering and falling backwards.

Cong Mo clenched his fists and said, "It's just as I thought. Your heart is empty."

Qinggen Congmo was enraged and rushed forward again, fighting with her, "Aren't you afraid that I will set a trap for you? How dare you come here alone?"

"Should I be afraid?"

"You have to know that if I can hurt Leng Can once, I can hurt him a second time."

"It's not your turn to worry about Xiaocan's safety. I'll protect him, and nothing will happen to him. But you, on the other hand, want to provoke my anger to nourish your own magic veins." Cong Mo stepped back. "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Cong Mo, I really don't have a heart." Qinggen Congmo narrowed his eyes and told her the truth, "Even my body is a fake shape created through cultivation. How can I possess a real beating heart?"

She went around Cong Mo and hit her hard on the back. Cong Mo reacted in time, bent down and slid over, grabbed her arm and threw her against the tree, then raised his sword and chopped her down.

Qinggen Congmo had a painful expression on his face and immediately turned around and left, barely avoiding her attack.

The magic tree was chopped down by her and was on the verge of collapse. When the sword was pulled out, a deep and long mark was left on it.

"You want me, no..."

Her heart was soaked in spiritual energy and was not suitable for survival in the demon world. She had no reason to seize a heart that would quickly dry up and wither.

Cong Mo stared at her intently, and quickly realized what she meant. "What you want... is hers."

"Ha..." Cong Mo, the lover, laughed. "You should understand me so well. If our minds can't understand each other, how can we be one? Cong Mo, do you know? I want to feel what it feels like, but I am too incomplete. I am not strong enough to support the beating of a heart. A warm heart will kill me. I need your help."

"I won't help you." Cong Mo refused decisively, ran towards her, and slashed with a sword, grazed Cong Mo's shoulder.

Qinggen Congmo leaped away, her scraped shoulder not bleeding but festering and blackening. She used her other intact hand to conjure magical energy to repair the scraped arm. "Are you really that cruel? Shouldn't you have mercy on me?"

"Mercy?" Cong Mo did not hesitate. Chains flew out of the magic circle and wrapped around her injured arm, pulling it towards her. She specially increased her spiritual power on the chain. Cong Mo only felt a strong burning sensation, and her shoulder was in unbearable pain. "Ah ah..."

Cong Mo activated his spiritual power, wrapped her arm tightly, and threw it to the side with force. With a "swish" sound, Cong Mo's arm was pulled off.

"If this woman dies, your wish will be in vain. She is the source of your heart because she is evil enough. Only humans with hearts naturally filled with evil desires can survive in the demon world for a longer time. If you have a heart to support your body, you will be much less dependent on me. That's why you asked me to spare her life." Cong Mo walked forward and looked at the love root Cong Mo who collapsed on the ground with a painful expression. It did not stir up the slightest wave of emotion in her heart. She raised her sword to her neck and said calmly, "The Demon Lord is a controlled creature, but she herself does not know it. You just want her heart."

"No, she knows." Qinggen Congmo looked at her, tears in his beautiful eyes. Congmo couldn't understand the emotions in them. They were obviously two identical faces, but he could tell them apart at a glance.

"We have reached an agreement. I want you, and she will be the master of the world."

"So you promised her."

"nature."

"But I regret it." Qinggen Congmo pursed his lips, "Mo'er, why are you unwilling to pity me, but willing to treat her so gently."

Cong Mo knew that the "she" she was referring to was the Ghost Master, the remnant of the love root, but Cong Mo was not fooled at all. His expression even became more sinister. "Don't play the emotional card. If she was like you, she would have died in my hands long ago."

Qinggen Congmo shook his head and sighed helplessly, "My mother, no, that woman in green, she really doesn't want me to succeed, because that will mean her death."

"Mother?"

"She raised me. Even though she treated me harshly, beating and insulting me, she kept me alive. I should call her mother."

"Then why is it that she is my mother..."

"Why do you want to take her heart?" Qinggen Congmo simply lay on the ground and laughed playfully, "Ha... What about you, Congmo, why don't you ever think about your parents?"

"Because I don't have..."

"Let's not talk about love. You've read books, so you should understand the ties of kinship. No matter what you do, there should be a reward. Even if your memory is erased, the pain left in your body will help you remember. Cong Mo, you haven't thought about returning since you went to the immortal mountain. Is it because they treated you badly? No, they treated you very badly."

"What?" Cong Mo vaguely recalled the memories she had when she returned to her childhood form in the illusion, the words she heard, and the unbearable pain that penetrated her heart at that time.

She had known all this for a long time, but it had been deliberately ignored.

Qinggen Congmo continued, "I have kept those memories of yours that were erased."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Qinggen Congmo raised her hand to resist the sword. The moment her finger touched the blade, it was cut open. The wound went deep into the blade, but no blood flowed out. Her body, as she said, was an empty shell made of flesh. "Congmo, have you never doubted yourself? Your memories of the past, both good and bad, are all hazy. You... shouldn't be so trusting."

"You..." Cong Mo paused. She knew everything Qinggen Cong Mo said. She was vague about the past and couldn't remember it, but out of gratitude for her parents' kindness, she didn't investigate the reason. Now it became a reason for her not to do it.

"I know why they do this." Cong Mo tried to persuade himself, "They just want me to seek the Tao smoothly."

"Haha... Cong Mo, when did you become so indecisive? Parents don't always love their children. If they really wanted to do this for our own good, they wouldn't have excluded me from you and watched us suffer!" Qinggen Cong Mo became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes red and angry as he glared at Cong Mo. "You, me, and that remnant are just substitutes they had to create to make up for their own failures back then. They are just substitutes to satisfy their own illusory dreams. Do you think we are their children? We are just mud that they trample on under their feet!"

"They don't love us. They selfishly only love each other. So why... why do they have to cultivate the ruthless path? And why... why did you and I have to be born from her womb? I hate her, and I hate you just the same."

Qinggen Congmo grabbed the sword blade and held it tightly in her palm. The sharp blade pierced through her palm and cut it off. "Your pain, your emotions that you cannot perceive, all have to be borne by me. Why..."

Cong Mo looked at her broken hand and immediately threw away his sword, "You can eliminate it on your own..."

"I grew up with you. Back then, I was also a child. How could I have so many spells? Cong Mo, you should pity me."

Cong Mo took two steps back and used his magic to transform the chains around her waist. "Good and evil cannot offset each other. I cannot pity you."

"Real love is so cruel." Qinggen Congmo stood up as she moved, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes, flowing down his cheeks and falling into his empty sleeves.

"Come back to the fairy mountain with me. Your actions should be judged by the people of the world." Cong Mo pulled her.

"I'm going to die."

"Your life alone is not enough to offset the lives you have harmed."

"Are you really willing to do that?"

"I'm willing to do that."

"What about Xiaochan?"

"You have no right to call him that." Cong Mo stopped, turned around, and stared into her eyes, and the thick darkness reflected in her pupils. "What do you mean?"

"I want to make a deal with you."

Without waiting for Cong Mo's answer, she asked, "How about using Leng Can's life in exchange for the lives of all people in the world?"

"Not so good." Cong Mo clenched his fists. "I have to protect Leng Can and Cang Sheng. What do you want to do?"

Cong Mo narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and revealed a very beautiful and moving smile, "Cong Mo, having a weak spot is not a good thing."

"Mom, Dad!"

"Hahaha... As long as you take the initiative to come out, your parents' lives will naturally be saved."