To be honest, Ning Ning didn't know how to break the impasse at this moment.

She and Pei Ji were outnumbered, and they were surrounded by demon cultivators, not to mention...

Ning Ning gritted her teeth to steady her breath, still maintaining the posture of confronting the giant sword in the sky, and looked back at him.

Pei Ji's current state was very wrong.

Compared to the last time he was trapped by the inner demon in the Demon Refining Tower, he was obviously more irritable and angry at this time. The murderous aura around him was obvious, and his eyes were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

Even when he looked into her eyes, those scarlet pupils did not react at all, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never seen before. There was no emotion in his eyes except stubborn madness.

This reminded her of a mad beast.

Just when this thought came to his mind, Pei Ji suddenly raised his head and moved, as if to respond to her thoughts.

His body was continuously emitting demonic energy.

The demonic energy surged and rushed forward all at once -

all towards her direction!

"I told you that you can't escape your fate of death, right?"

The voice in his mind spoke again in a deep tone, as if with some regret: "No one can break it."

"That kid is deeply possessed by the devil, and I'm afraid that the murderous aura has taken over his entire consciousness."

Qing Heng murmured: "It's already hard enough for that girl to deal with us. This attack... she will definitely not be able to block it."

He stared at the direction where the two were, watching the surging demonic energy swallowing up the sword light and condensing into a force that could swallow the sky. At the critical moment, he suddenly frowned.

The system's voice also paused.

——The sword energy suddenly surged without warning, like a surging tide and silver waves. A figure holding a sword appeared beside Ningning, raised his hand and made a sword flower, and used his free left hand to protect her behind him.

The powerful demonic energy was forced to retreat step by step by his attack.

"That was a close call."

A clear voice was filled with a faint smile. Ning Ning hadn't calmed her violent heartbeat yet when she heard an extremely familiar voice: "Your teacher has to be of some use, right?"

Ning Ning's breathing stagnated, and she looked up suddenly: "Master!"

There was a sense of helplessness in Tianxianzi's smile. He raised his eyes to glance at Pei Ji and whispered: "This kid may have been blinded by the evil spirit and kills anyone he sees. If we don't stop it as soon as possible, once the evil spirit invades his entire body, everything will be irreversible."

"That's Tianxianzi from the Xuanxu Sword Sect."

Someone among the demon cultivators gritted his teeth: "Why did he suddenly come here!"

"Not only Uncle Master, but also us!"

Another voice came, and He Zhizhou's blood-stained figure appeared at the junction of moonlight and shadow, making a scissors hand gesture: "The final decisive battle, how can I be missing!"

He touched the dragon boy beside him with his arm and urged in a low voice: "Say something quickly, Junior Brother Lin!"

Lin Xun hesitated, how dare he speak loudly in front of so many people, his lips opened and closed like a dying fish, and finally he pretended to be fierce and said seriously: "Don't hurt my senior sister!"

Tian Xianzi glared: "Then they can hurt me at will, right?"

Traitors!

The demon cultivators waiting in the desert would not give them time to talk nonsense, and they were dispatched as much as possible in a moment.

Huo Qiao knew something was wrong and managed to hold his breath: "Attack Pei Ji with all your strength. Since he has been possessed by the devil, we only need to kill him and sacrifice the formation to break the two instruments of dust."

After that... as long as we call out the three big Buddhas that have just awakened, we will definitely be able to deal with this group of sword cultivators.

"They want to kill Pei Ji."

Wen Hemian, who was standing beside He Zhizhou, also said in a deep voice: "We must protect him." Dark

shadows appeared all around. There were many devil cultivators, and each of them was a master with a high level of cultivation. It was difficult for Lin Xun and He Zhizhou to resist alone, and they gradually showed signs of exhaustion.

Several devil cultivators saw the opportunity and attacked. Just as they were about to injure the two people's vital points, they caught a glimpse of a knife light.

There was also an iron fist.

A huge force came all of a sudden, forcing them back several feet. Looking closely, they found that they were a group of bandits who came from nowhere, and a thin little girl.

"The most unfair thing in my life is that I was born a few years late and could not play a role in the battle between immortals and demons."

Qian San laughed: "I got the opportunity tonight and finally made this dream come true!" With

a machete in his hand, he has everything in the world. No matter if it is a demon or an evil spirit, he can kill them all with one sword.

This is their desert!

"Ning Ning!"

Tian Xianzi didn't care about anything else. After scattering several giant swords in the sky, he concentrated on dealing with Pei Ji.

Pei Ji had lost his clear consciousness. When the demonic energy burst out, even he found it difficult to resist. He had to restrain the spirit with the sword and temporarily restrain the boy's actions.

Ning Ning turned her head and heard him shouting: "Use your consciousness to find him in the depths of Pei Ji's sea of ​​consciousness - remember to be careful, if you are killed by him in the sea of ​​consciousness, you will never come back!" Once

she can't come back, she and Pei Ji will have no way out.

Just like the system once sneered in her ear, no matter how much sacrifice and effort she made, she still had to succumb to the fate of karma and reincarnation.

All bets are off.

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This is not the first time that Ning Ning has entered Pei Ji's sea of ​​consciousness.

Last time, all she saw was pitch black, but this time it was completely different. What spread throughout the space was an impenetrable blood-red fog.

The surroundings were empty, without any bright light sources. Everything was blurry, like a hellish scene. Walking alone in it, one could not help but feel uneasy.

It did not take her long to find Pei Ji.

There was a blood mist in the sea of ​​consciousness, and only the demonic energy condensed around him. The pure black was particularly eye-catching.

He seemed to be in a daze, with his tall back standing straight. Perhaps he sensed the breath of others and turned his head with a gloomy expression.

His eyes were still as gloomy and murderous as a beast.

But in a flash, the demonic energy surrounding him condensed into a dense entity, like thousands of crazy vines, attacking Ningning directly.

His movements were swift, leaving no time for the prey to react. Ning Ning had not expected the opponent's murderous intent to be so strong. She had no time to dodge and was restrained by a few strands of demonic energy on her wrist.

Pei Ji looked at her coldly and approached step by step.

She had not seen Pei Ji with such a look in his eyes for a long time.

There was a dead silence in his dark pupils, like a cold snowy field without any life and full of dead things. The north wind was wrapped with lingering blood. The long night was coming and there was no hope at all.

This was the sea of ​​consciousness controlled by Pei Ji. Ning Ning could not resist the demonic energy in her hand, so she could only try to speak: "Pei Ji, I--"

However, the other party did not give her a chance to explain.

Pei Ji's voice was terribly cold, and his eyes were filled with undisguised disgust: "Fake."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic energy condensed again, quickly moving up from her ankles, gradually binding her whole body, and the force suddenly increased.

Ning Ning groaned in pain and gritted her teeth.

The eyes of the young man in front of her were a little more irritable and impatient, and the demonic energy swallowed her like a tide, and every strand of it gathered tightly inwards, climbing and cruising, and had already reached her neck.

The girl's slender neck was fragile, but he stretched out his hand without a care, and his fingertips were cold, and they gradually enveloped her pale skin.

Then he slowly applied force.

Only when he witnessed death did Pei Ji's dark eyes finally show a hint of interest.

He looked at her gradually wrinkled eyebrows, as if looking at a dying insect struggling, his face still without much expression, only his fingertips kept pressing down.

The evil spirit swallowed up most of her body, and her muscles and bones were in great pain.

Ning Ning couldn't breathe, nor could she resist.

"He's a lunatic."

The system in her mind told her so, using a tone of watching a play: "It's so scary, I've reincarnated so many times, and I've never seen him like this... If Tian Xianzi hadn't suddenly appeared, not only you, but even the demons would have died in his hands."

Ning Ning ignored it, and tried her best to condense her gradually dissipating consciousness, secretly gathering all the strength in her body.

Pei Ji had a blank expression on his face, and his palm could feel the violent beating of her neck. He found it interesting, and applied a little force to that place, causing the corners of the girl in front of him to turn red.

She was so fragile, with only a thin layer of skin, and there were thousands of ways to break it.

Just like under that sand dune, the tip of the knife just shook lightly, and an extremely dazzling blood stain splattered out.

The scene was vivid, and Pei Ji's eyes became darker.

"...You lied to me."

His eyes were filled with hostility, but his tone was filled with suppressed trembling and grievance: "You said you liked me...you should be nice to me."

These were the words he said to the real "Ning Ning" in his heart. He

wanted to use more force with his five fingers, but when the demonic energy surrounded him, something suddenly poked his drooping left arm gently.

——She actually broke free from the shackles of the demonic energy, although only a short section of her right hand remained.

He was quite impatient and lowered his head with cold eyes.

But he froze the moment he fell in front of his eyes.

The girl's hand was pale and bloodless, with bloodstains all over the back of her hand, stained with a thin layer of sand.

In her hand, she was holding a small toy.

...It was a rabbit made of grass and wood.

He had given Ning Ning a rabbit in the pagoda.

Above the neck, the slender five fingers suddenly stopped.

At that time, he was withdrawn and taciturn, and did not know how to get along with others. He did not have any valuable gifts on him. Even if he wanted to please Ning Ning, he could only clumsily give her the little toys he made.

Obviously, they were such worthless and insignificant things.

But she kept them carefully.

Who else would keep them except her?

His heart skipped a beat, and a sharp pain came.

The demonic energy that was baring fangs and claws suddenly stagnated, like a branch attacked by the cold wind in winter, drooping in panic.

Pei Ji's mind was blank.

His pupils were originally endlessly black.

But in a flash, her eye sockets were suddenly stained with a light red, like peach blossoms quietly blooming in the water, reflecting the water waves into light pink. Her long eyelashes like crow feathers fluttered, and the water surface rippled slightly, and peach-colored ripples appeared from the bottom of her eyes.

He was almost panic-stricken, but also ecstatic, and asked her in a broken and hoarse voice: "Ning-Ning?"

The right hand pinching her neck was stiff and at a loss.

Pei Ji was confused and stared at her blankly.

"Listen to me."

The strength in his hand finally subsided a little. Ningning coughed a few times and took a deep breath. "What you saw was just a trap set by the demon to lure you into the devil. I'm here, I'm not dead." As

she spoke, her fingers moved again. She raised her right hand while the demonic energy was dissipating, and her fingertips almost touched his dry lips.

In that hand, she was holding a round piece of fructose.

"When we were in Galan, I saw that you liked this kind of candy the most, so I bought a lot of it in the market."

Her heart was pounding, and her eyes were always fixed on the boy's eyes shrouded by water vapor.

Ning Ning blinked her eyes, her voice a little hoarse, and she put the candy into his mouth little by little: "Do you remember how it tastes?"

It is sweet.

The sweetness of the fruit mixed with the fragrance of jasmine diffused between his lips and teeth. Pei Ji stared at her blankly, his eyes gradually reddened.

It seemed that tears would fall immediately, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Don't be sad."

Ning Ning raised her hand to touch the back of his head, gently pressed it down, and raised her head and stood on tiptoe: "I'm here."

This was a kiss with the smell of blood.

The moment their lips touched, the devil tide burst apart as if shy, and the scarlet in Pei Ji's eyes faded, reflecting the soft water color.

The honey gradually melted in the residual temperature, and drifted away slowly with the entangled water vapor.

His back and heart were trembling.

This was Ningning.

Ningning was kissing him.

This thought flashed through his mind, and he seemed to fall into an endless pool of water, falling down little by little, sinking little by little, confused and bewildered, willing to drown in it.

"... Ning Ning."

The blood-stained hand slowly moved down from her neck, brushed through her black hair, and embraced the girl's soft waist.

His movements were childish, and he used his body to feel her presence very closely. Where his palms passed, they were warm, and sometimes it itched from being touched, and he would shiver slightly uncontrollably.

Pei Ji gradually took control of all the initiative.

The place where the lips and teeth touched was as soft as cotton. He was dissatisfied with such a superficial touch, and relied entirely on instinct to clumsily explore inside, tasting the overflowing sweetness and the pervasive smell of rust.

Ningning's breathing was disordered and her ears were red.

The feeling of the tongue tips touching was particularly wonderful, incredibly soft, carrying a trembling heat, and every touch touched the heartstrings. It

was obviously wet and hot, but it attracted dense electric currents that exploded one after another at the nerve endings.

So sweet.

He couldn't tell whether it was the taste of candy, or the fragrance that often permeated her side and appeared in his dreams.

The kiss gradually deepened, slowly and carefully, as if the girl in his arms had become a fleeting bubble in the water, which would shatter to the ground with the slightest touch.

Then his thin lips moved down, gently stroking every part of her skin, and Pei Ji murmured to her again and again: "Ning Ning."

There was a residual demonic energy that yearned for her breath, like a surging cloud, quietly wrapping around her ankles and wrists, bringing a not-so-clear itch.

Even his demonic energy was so greedy for her.

The boy's hot breath lingered in her ears, and Ning Ning felt his body tremble slightly.

Hot liquid fell on her neck, drop by drop, spreading on her skin along with Pei Ji's increasingly heavy breathing.

"...I'm sorry, it hurts, right?"

His voice was muffled, like a trapped beast with nowhere to go, making the most cowardly plea: "Hit me, scold me, cut off that hand, whatever revenge you want...don't leave me."

These were words that no one could refuse.

Ning Ning felt a pang in her heart when she heard this, and she touched his head: "No, I love you the most."

"Don't..."

Pei Ji paused, and gently kissed the red mark left by his right hand: "Don't lie to me."

She couldn't answer this without hesitation.

Ning Ning thought of the fate of death that she was carrying.

She was silent for a while, and finally just whispered to him: "Yeah."