Chapter 122

Qiuqiu and Xiao Mo disappeared at the same time. Chu Jinglan just stood there without dodging. Although he seemed to be very close, Su Baimo and Fen Xiu could not touch him immediately.

A large number of illusions surged up, instantly separating Chu Jinglan's figure.

Su Baimo summoned his contracted monster, the ninth-order Soul-Devouring Python. This was based on the information left by the old Taoist, and the contract was successfully made when the Soul-Devouring Python had just shed its skin.

An illusion with only form but no meaning is just for show. Xiao Mo's illusion cannot be such a low-quality product.

Just after Su Baimo and Fen Xiu flew out, the scenery in front of Su Baimo's eyes floated, and he saw the scene of himself being driven out of Lingxiao Sect.

Xiao Mo's previous conversations with them, Su Baimo's reactions and mental fluctuations all allowed him to grasp his flaws.

To the monks who were attacking the mind, those words were not in vain.

Fen Xiu also wanted to catch his Po Shuan, but unfortunately he was going in the wrong direction. He never thought that the fake identity he used could bring him such benefits.

Su Baimo absorbed the demon blood in the mark, gritted his teeth and passed through the illusion, trying hard to pretend that he didn't see it.

But the images are stacked one after another, with one layer after another.

Passing through the hall where he was condemned by thousands of people, there was the scene of him descending the mountain like a wolf.

Su Baimo was filled with fear and stumbled at the time, not knowing how he looked in the eyes of others. However, Xiao Mo's magical creation allowed him to see his own appearance as an outsider.

...like a bereaved dog, ridiculous and pitiful.

Boundless rage struck his brain directly, and Su Baimo was distracted. Even if it was only for a moment, it could be fatal in a fight between masters.

The cold sword pierced through Su Baimo's body in the illusion and went straight towards the real person.

Fen Xiu shouted: "Su Baimo!"

The Soul-Eating Python did its best to protect its master, but the ball rushed up at an extremely fast speed, wrapped in flames and hit its hard scales, knocking the Soul-Eating Python away. Su Baimo immediately came back to his senses and controlled the blood puppet, but was still half a step slow.

Chu Jinglan cut off the blood puppet's arm with one sword, and also cut a deep wound on Su Baimo's shoulder that was deep enough to see the bone.

The blood puppet's huge arm fell to the ground, shaking the rocks a few times, but soon blood-colored vines wriggling like snakes stretched out from the broken arm and connected the huge broken arm back.

But the blood on the ground turned black in the blink of an eye and could no longer be used by the blood puppet.

Su Baimo immediately retreated several feet away with a mist covering his form. Fen Xiu was also affected by the sword energy. He glared at Su Baimo and asked, "Can't you keep your mind stable?"

"Kill that distraction first!" Su Baimo gritted his teeth, "He's a big trouble!"

Fen Xiu felt the subtle restlessness and uneasiness in Su Baimo's spiritual power, and sneered in his heart.

Su Baimo was not the only one he had blood pacts and magic spells with, but it was Su Baimo who was the only one who rescued him with his superb hiding skills, but this brought him into another troublesome situation.

Su Baimo was not a good partner. Even if his cultivation had improved, his inherent cowardice and his tendency to avoid the strong would be fatal at critical moments. Fen Xiu calculated that if he gave up Su Baimo here, he would be able to successfully survive in the secret realm and escape from the Sun Sect after he got out.

Not high.

It's really troublesome.

The sound of Xiao Mo's flute lingered, the sun and moon in the illusion were changing, and Fen Xiu saw himself in the darkness with his scapula pierced, kneeling on the ground, imprisoned in a dark place.

But Fen Xiu just snorted and laughed. If it had happened a few years earlier, he might have been affected, but the most impeccable thing about him was that he was crazier than ordinary people.

A madman has no scruples.

Fen Xiu's cultivation suddenly increased again. Holding the knife given by Su Baimo, he rushed directly towards "himself" imprisoned in the north chain. Su Baimo was shocked to find that his spiritual power suddenly drained away and was all sucked away by Fen Xiu.

The art of hiding can actually have this effect! Su Baimo was caught off guard and hurriedly began to hide again. Apart from anything else, his skill in hiding when in danger was indeed first-rate.

And Fen Xiu tore apart his own illusion without hesitation, forcing Xiao Mo out.

"Do you think you are the only ones who can change the environment?"

Fen Xiu laughed loudly while plundering Su Baimo's spiritual power and burning his blood. The dark demonic energy rushed up into the sky, shaking the entire illusion. Xiao Mo sensed the danger and dodged to the side. The next second, the ground beside him was cut by an invisible blade, and the black blade of destruction cut the entire illusion into pieces.

There were roars and shakes, the sun and the moon lost their light, and after the illusion collapsed, what appeared was not a secret realm, but a bloody land.

Xiao Mo could sense that Chu Jinglan was very close to him, but he was clearly trapped in another space at the moment. Xiao Mo spread his consciousness and could feel that he was hitting invisible walls on all sides, and his exploration was blocked.

Someone stepped out from the dim place in front of him.

Fen Xiu was obviously very unhappy when he saw him: "Why is it you? I clearly wanted to drag Chu Jinglan in."

With his blood burning, he absorbed some of Su Baimo's spiritual power, and had forcibly raised his cultivation to the peak of Mahayana. After a hundred years, he regained his strength, even if it was only for a short time, which was enough for him to not take Xiao Mo seriously.

Then the ones outside are Chu Jinglan and Su Baimo.

Xiao Mo placed the flute across his lips and said, "I will take care of you. That's enough."

"Only you?"

As soon as Fen Xiu finished speaking, the pitch-black knife seemed to swallow up the space and appeared in front of Xiao Mo in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Mo's pupils shrank, and he immediately condensed his jade flute into a sword to block, but he was still knocked several feet away by the blow, and he also heard the sound of his wrist bones breaking.

Fen Xiu exclaimed.

He thought that even if he couldn't kill Xiao Mo, he could at least remove one of his protective seals. However, he didn't expect that he would be blocked by Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mogu's head ached excruciatingly, but he remained calm as he twisted his dislocated wrist back into place, using his spiritual power to temporarily glue the broken bones together so as not to affect his movements.

There was no fear or retreat in Xiao Mo's eyes. Instead, there was a strange look in them, which he himself probably didn't even notice.

Fen Xiu's move only takes a moment, but he only has a few minutes left to burn his blood. Xiao Mo wants more than just to hold on for these few minutes.

When the system gave him the reward, it said that the talent of his current body was comparable to Chu Jinglan's. If Chu Jinglan could cross boundaries and kill people, then... he could too.

He still has three protective seals on his body. These protective seals are different from the one he activated before. They cannot teleport Chu Jinglan over. Each of them can withstand three fatal injuries from the peak of the Mahayana.

He still has so many magical weapons and elixirs, it is not impossible for him to kill a peak Mahayana cultivator with his early Mahayana stage skills.

Qiuqiu was also separated outside the space. Xiao Mo opened the pet bag and let Xiaocai out.

"Xiao Cai, blessing."

The wings of the Lucky Soul Butterfly fluttered, and beautiful aura lingered around Xiao Mo. The contract with the Lucky Soul Butterfly could bring greater improvements to its owner. Xiao Mo could feel himself becoming lighter and more powerful.

Xiao Mo waved his hand and summoned dozens of heavenly magic weapons. Without retreating a single step, he went straight towards Fen Xiu.

Fen Xiu grinned: "You have guts."

He loved to see strong-boned people frightened before they died.

Tear off their hypocritical pretense. The more you fear him, the happier you will be!

Fen Xiu originally thought that killing this man who used drugs to forcibly improve his cultivation level would only take a blink of an eye, but as he struck hard after hard, this ant was not only not crushed, but instead ate his flesh and blood.

The smile on Fen Xiu's face gradually disappeared.

...Why isn't he dead yet?

Why isn't he dead yet?

The short period of time was infinitely stretched.

Three minutes later, Fen Xiu broke one of Xiao Mo's protective seals. Xiao Mo used the gushing blood to form a magic circle, which grabbed Fen Xiu for a moment, detonated two heavenly magic tools, and blew up one of Fen Xiu's arms.

After five minutes, Xiao Mo's music finally succeeded in stirring up Fen Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness, breaking another protective seal. Fen Xiu's seven acupoints began to bleed, his brain became confused, and he was in unbearable pain.

At seven minutes, Xiao Mo's last protective seal could still withstand a blow, but Fen Xiu grabbed his neck.

Both of them were covered in blood. Xiao Cai had no way of competing with the Mahayana stage, and she tried her best to help Xiao Mo block two moves. At this moment, she was fainted in the corner.

Fen Xiu's vision was blurred, and he used all his strength to strangle Xiao Mo's neck. The golden light of the protective seal flashed fiercely. As long as the protective seal was broken, and he continued to strangle without stopping, he could kill this man.

But just as he continued to exert force...the light of Xiao Mo's protective seal began to fade.

The protective seal was not broken.

It was because Fen Xiu's burning blood had finally reached its limit and began to rapidly decline. His whole body began to tremble, and even if he used more force with his fingers, he could not strangle Xiao Mo's neck.

The bloody space he divided also started from the dome, shattering like a spider web, like a shattered mirror, scattering into stars in the sky.

Xiao Mo raised his hand and sent the sword energy into Fen Xiu's chest.

The pills that improved his cultivation level began to lose their effectiveness, and his aura also declined from the Mahayana stage, but the first thing to fall was Fen Xiu's hand.

Xiao Mo's lips were stained red by blood, fragile yet stunningly beautiful. He smiled particularly beautifully: "...I won."

Fen Xiu thought that even if he died, he would only die at the hands of Chu Jinglan. He moved his lips, but could not utter a single syllable.

The victor becomes the king and the loser becomes the villain, even if he dies at the hands of someone he didn't think highly of before... If he loses, he's going to die, so what else is there to say.

The bloody space was torn open from the outside by Chu Jinglan.

Fen Xiu's cultivation was exhausted, and he died instantly when the sword energy pierced through his heart. He had no strength left to maintain the last bit of life.

His body fell to the ground, and Xiao Mo's body swayed, but he did not hit the ground.

He was caught by Chu Jinglan from behind.

Chu Jinglan put the pill into his mouth. Xiao Mo took a deep breath, and his chest and lungs ached. Chu Jinglan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingers. Xiao Mo's first words were: "...I didn't try to be brave."

It is true that he has not yet used up all his life-saving tricks, and he definitely does not joke with his own life.

After relaxing, his vision became unclear for a moment. Xiao Mo could not make out Jinglan's expression, so he raised his hand to touch his face, but Chu Jinglan held his hand halfway.

Xiao Mo heard Chu Jinglan sigh.

Xiao Mo's heart tightened and he quickly opened his eyes wide to try to see, but Chu Jinglan came over and kissed the corner of his eye.

Xiao Mo had to close his eyes.

"I believe you." Chu Jinglan said.

Xiao Mo's anxious heart suddenly settled down.

...He was startled by the long pause before he spoke.

Xiao Mo still raised his hand and touched Chu Jinglan's face. After he could see clearly again, he raised his hand and used the pet bag to take the unconscious Xiao Cai back. Then he saw Fen Xiu's body and... Su Baimo who was still half alive.

Su Baimo's face was covered in blood and tears. Just now, he cried and begged Chu Jinglan not to kill him.

He naively thought that since they were both at the peak of Mahayana in the secret realm, he would have a chance to kill Chu Jinglan.

It turns out he never had.

Su Baimo was lying on the ground, and could clearly feel the life force quickly draining away from his body. He didn't know if it was because of the blood holes on his body or because of Fen Xiu's death, but he was powerless to do anything.

Su Baimo's prayers had stopped when Chu Jinglan's sword fell. Now, at the end, he was shouting with all his remaining strength, but his prayers were still intermittent in the ears of others: "I should be above all others - Chu Jinglan! Why can't you help me to the end like you did when we were young!"

Since you helped him, why can't you help him forever? Why did you block his way? Why did you kill the Heavenly Dao that protected him? It was all Chu Jinglan's fault, and those who were like Chu Jinglan... it was all their fault!

He is the most pitiful person. Su Baimo's vision is blurred, tears and darkness slowly erode him, but he is unwilling to accept this. He just wants everyone to protect and hold him, and wants to enjoy himself comfortably. As long as they are nice to him, he will take the people around him seriously and smile at them. What's wrong with him?

"I didn't, it's all your fault..."

Chu Jinglan picked up Xiao Mo horizontally. Xiao Mo leaned in Chu Jinglan's arms and found that Su Baimo's eyes began to lose focus, but he was still desperately following their figures.

It is resentment and unwillingness.

"You still want to blame others for everything even now." Xiao Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Su Baimo coldly, "Remember, in Mucheng, the lower world, Chu Jinglan told you that you have to choose your own path and walk like a human being."

Xiao Mo saw a hint of confusion in Su Baimo's resentful eyes.

...I'm afraid he has forgotten those words a long time ago.

A person who never feels that he is wrong until his death will not repent at the last moment, but because of Xiao Mo's words, Su Baimo's thoughts helplessly followed him and made a final thought.

What's the scenery of the Netherworld Dusk City?

...He couldn't remember.

Su Baimo just stared blankly until his pupils turned gray and he took his last breath.

Chu Jinglan walked past him holding Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze.

Some people make one wrong step after another and can never turn back. There were people who were sincere around Su Baimo before.

Dai Zisheng, who considered him a benefactor, and some fellow disciples he met later treated him well. It was his greed that brought him disaster.

In this life, Chu Jinglan didn't care about Su Baimo at first, but he insisted on becoming a magic cultivator and using the blood of innocent people for sacrifice. In the secret realm, he saw Xiao Mo, who had the Du'e Sect's badge, and wanted to make a blood contract with him.

For both public and private reasons, Immortal Master Chu should not let him go.

Chu Jinglan took Xiao Mo out of Chiya. A clear stream flowed under their feet, tinkling and dancing happily, composing a leisurely tune.

Far away from the battlefield, there is no more blood, all the smoke just now has dissipated, and the scenery before us is just right.

Coming out of the lower world's Mucheng together, Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan are still walking on their own paths, and also on each other's paths.

Xiao Mo leaned in Chu Jinglan's arms. The mention of Mucheng just now reminded him of something.

There is no wedding ceremony in the world of cultivation, but at least you should inform your loved ones.

"Chu Jinglan, let's go to the underworld before the ceremony."

Chu Jinglan stopped in his tracks, knowing what Xiao Mo was going to say.

“I had the same idea.”

He wanted to go to his mother's grave and say -

"Well," Xiao Mo said in his arms, his eyebrows curved, "Go tell your mother that we are going to be married."

——Say, mother, the one I’ve been waiting for has come back, and from now on, we will never be separated again.