Linglong Town (15)

The four sufferings will lead to ruin and destruction. This is what Sandy had told him a long time ago.

They had no idea what the Four Bitternesses were, and how they could actually destroy the entire Guixu world. This was almost equivalent to destroying the world of cultivation.

More black lines appeared on Wu Hanshu's body, spreading from the inside of his collar to the outside, covering all the exposed skin.

"Demon King, do you know what the Four Sufferings are?"

Su Xuan's face was very cold, and he asked him: "How do you know this?"

Wu Hanshu smiled and said, "I knew about this thing three hundred years ago."

The black lines on his body became more and more numerous. Su Xuan's eyes turned cold. He took a step forward, grabbed his wrist, and used his spiritual power to forcibly suppress the black lines on Wu Hanshu's body.

As soon as he made contact, he could directly feel the deathly aura from Wu Hanshu.

Su Xuan bent down and looked at him, then calmly withdrew his hand.

There's no need for that. Wu Hanshu's heart veins are almost exhausted and he will die in the next few days.

Su Xuan stood up straight, somewhat annoyed by the smell of alcohol in the room, and lazily stood at the door.

He had no sympathy for Wu Hanshu. As the city lord, he did nothing. He was also the one behind the disappearance of the wandering cultivator. If he were in the demon world, Su Xuan would definitely punish him.

Wu Hanshu smiled, didn't care about Su Xuan's rudeness, and put down the wine in his hand.

"I don't have much time left. Since you are Sandy's husband, it's okay to tell you some things while there is still time...he hasn't come yet..."

The second half of the sentence was a little unclear.

Su Xuan leaned against the wall without saying a word, as if he was waiting for Wu Hanshu to speak first.

Wu Hanshu was drunk and said, "This is too complicated. Where do I start?"

He lowered his head, his eyes were blank, and he muttered as if he was talking to himself.

"It's been too long. Three hundred years ago, the Heroes' Gathering was held in Linglong Village. Ying Heng represented the Sword Sect and Bai Yuxianjun represented the Cangwu Taoist Temple. Wei Shengxuan came to Linglong Village to look for someone and attended the Heroes' Gathering by mistake. Shaoxi and Tan Muqing were both independent cultivators at the time and also attended the Heroes' Gathering. I was the organizer of that Heroes' Gathering."

As soon as Su Xuan heard Shaoxi and Tan Muqing, he knew that they were Tan Huai's parents.

"The gathering of heroes was postponed for a long time due to some reasons, so the monks stayed in Linglong Village. The six of us hit it off and became good friends. Wei Shengxuan and Bai Yu got married in Linglong Village, and Shaoxi and Tan Muqing also had a mutual understanding at that time. Everything should go well, everything should go well..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and the more black lines appeared on his body.

Su Xuan couldn't understand why he suddenly became so weak. He was clearly fine when he saw him in Manxiang Pavilion yesterday.

Wu Hanshu suddenly laughed, but the sparkling tears in the corners of his eyes told Su Xuan that he was not that happy.

Su Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "What happened at the Heroes' Gathering?"

Wu Hanshu raised his head slightly and nodded, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"A lot of people died at the Heroes' Gathering..." Wu Hanshu said, "You probably don't know, but most of the people who participated in the Heroes' Gathering died of madness. Now... I'm afraid I'll die soon too."

crazy.

Su Xuan's face turned cold: "Why do you say that?"

There were more and more black lines on Wu Hanshu's body. Su Xuan stepped forward to send him spiritual power to save his life, but Wu Hanshu raised his hand to stop Su Xuan.

He remained calm, as if it was not him who was about to die.

Wu Hanshu stiffened his body and raised his wrist. He used his spiritual power to condense a sharp blade and cut a gash on his wrist.

Blood gushed out, and he picked up a broken vine from somewhere.

Su Xuan could tell at a glance where the broken vine came from.

The thorns of the broken vine sensed the spiritual power and pierced into his wounds, sucking his blood madly. The vine, which had been a little wilted, gradually gained more vitality.

A stream of black energy surged out of his spiritual power.

Su Xuan had seen this kind of black energy not long ago. The little fox raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is this?"

Wu Hanshu smiled and said, "The Four Sufferings, these are the Four Sufferings, the real poison of the Four Sufferings."

Su Xuan's face became noticeably gloomy.

He stared closely at the black air lingering on the spiritual power leaked from Wu Han. Only Sandy didn't have this thing. Could this be the Four Bitternesses?

“What are the four sufferings?”

Wu Hanshu let the vines suck his blood, his eyes becoming somewhat distant.

"The four sufferings... they can drive people crazy."

"…What?"

"As you can see, my spiritual power carries the Four Bitterness. Not only me, but all the cultivators except Sandy are poisoned by the Four Bitterness. This poison will corrode the meridians. The higher the cultivation level, the easier it is to go crazy."

Wu Hanshu glanced at Su Xuan, his tipsy eyes narrowed, "Master Demon King, guess why there hasn't been a cultivator who has transcended the tribulation in the cultivation world for many years, and why the life span of cultivators is getting shorter and shorter?"

"Isn't it because the Guixu Spiritual Vein has been eroded?"

"But what has eroded the Guixu Spiritual Vein?"

Su Xuan has a dumb voice.

It has been so many years. Since the Guixu Spiritual Vein was eroded six thousand years ago, the spiritual vein has weakened significantly, and it has become increasingly difficult for the monks to practice. This matter has been passed on for all these years, but no one has ever said what caused the Guixu Spiritual Vein to be eroded.

There are too many rumors among the people, and there are so many different versions of them that it is impossible to tell the truth from the false.

But now... Wu Hanshu's words made Su Xuan think of another point.

Su Xuan asked: "Are they the four sufferings?"

Wu Hanshu suppressed the black lines on his neck, chuckled and nodded: "The Four Bitternesses have corroded the Guixu Spiritual Meridian. Cultivators who rely on the spiritual meridians for cultivation naturally carry the poison of the Four Bitternesses in their bodies. This poison will gradually infect the meridians. The longer you cultivate, the higher your cultivation level will be. When you reach a certain level, the Four Bitternesses will devour you."

"Then, of course, you'll go crazy."

Su Xuan finally understood.

In the past, too many monks died in thunder tribulations. Thunder tribulations test the monks' character too much. The four sufferings corrode people's minds, so it is very easy to go insane under the thunder and die in the thunder tribulation.

Either the four sufferings will infect the mind, completely shattering the state of mind, causing one to go astray and become an evil spirit, and thus be killed by the four realms.

"All of us have the Four Bitterness in our bodies, except Sandy." Wu Hanshu murmured, "She is the only one who doesn't."

Su Xuan asked in a deep voice: "Why is it that only Dai Dai doesn't have one?"

Wu Hanshu shook his head: "I don't know... That vine likes to eat the four bitter things. If any of us use spiritual power, the vine will become manic, except for Sandy... It has no interest in Sandy. Only Sandy's spiritual power is pure and does not contain a trace of the four bitter poison."

"Were the independent cultivators in the city also eaten by the vines?"

Wu Han smiled bitterly and nodded: "Yes... the vines like the four sufferings. Those casual cultivators have not received formal teachings and their cultivation techniques are not correct. The four sufferings in their bodies are the most intense. I broke through the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and they came to me to ask me to use the Heart-Fixing Technique to help them stabilize their state of mind..."

Su Xuan said coldly: "That man helped you break through the Guxin Road and let you lead those wandering cultivators into the city. Did he kill people in the city?"

Wu Hanshu nodded: "Yes."

Su Xuan was so angry that he laughed, "Wu Hanshu, if you were still in the demon world, I would have killed you long ago."

Wu Hanshu just kept muttering: "I deserve to die... I really deserve to die..."

Su Xuan didn't want to listen to Wu Hanshu's nonsense at all, so he said directly: "Tell me, what happened at the Heroes' Gathering that year?"

What happened that caused those monks to die one after another in the next few hundred years, the gathering of heroes to be cancelled, and the six of them dared not see each other?

Su Xuan intuitively felt that this matter was related to the inexplicable four sufferings.

But Wu Hanshu just looked up at him and said softly: "Demon King, our three hundred year agreement will be here in three days..."

Su Xuan frowned, thinking that this person was just playing dumb, and threatened in a deep voice: "Wu Hanshu, I am asking you a question. If you don't speak up, I will really take action."

Wu Hanshu smiled and said, "It's hard to say, Su Xuan... that's destiny, we can't say anything about it."

His gaze was behind Su Xuan, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Su Xuan, some things are really just destiny."

Su Xuan paused for a moment, then looked back suddenly.

The Qingwu sword came out, blocking the heavy black blade coming from behind.

Su Xuan teleported to a far place and looked at the person in the void with cold eyes.

Wu Hanshu lay on the ground, looking up at the paintings hanging on three walls, with a dazed expression as if he didn't care about Su Xuan at all.

High in the sky, a person stood suspended in mid-air.

The man was still dressed in black in the snow, wearing the same mask as last time. His facial features could not be seen, but the thick black aura around him made people feel disgusted.

He looked down at Su Xuan, his eyes still smiling beneath the mask.

Su Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "It's you."

It turns out that what Wu Hanshu just murmured was "He hasn't come yet", referring to this person?

The young man in black glanced at Wu Hanshu who was lying in the stone chamber and asked: "You made a deal with me just for that pot of flowers?"

Su Xuan's heart sank and he subconsciously looked into the stone chamber.

The black lines on Wu Hanshu's neck became more and more obvious, and the deathly aura around him gradually intensified.

He propped himself up and slowly climbed up, then turned to look at the mural hanging in the middle.

That was the last painting of the six of them.

He said, "We once made a promise to each other for three hundred years. When the flowers bloom, that will be the day we meet again."

Su Xuan remembered what Sang Dai said, about the pot of flowers he saw in Wu Hanshu's house, which they planted together in the thirteenth year of Zheng Jing.

He asked coldly: "What kind of deal did you make?"

The young man in black raised his eyebrows and said, "That flower should have died long ago. He planted the flower's consciousness in his own sea of ​​consciousness and nurtured it with his soul power. But he was only at the Yuanying stage, and the four sufferings in his body were about to devour him. I suppressed his four sufferings and helped him enter the realm of transformation, so that the flower will bloom again. I am doing a good deed."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Oh, by the way, your flower should be blooming soon, don't you want to go and have a look?"

Wu Hanshu seemed to have touched some vital point. He turned around hastily and stumbled as he walked.

"Yes... yes... my flowers, our flowers..."

He didn't care that Su Xuan was still here, and he didn't seem to care too much about Sang Dai's life or death. He was drunk and ran towards the villa like a drunkard, and even fell a few times on the way.

Wu Hanshu's guilt towards Sang Dai only made him tell Su Xuan what the four sufferings were, but it was far inferior to his pot of flowers.

In his eyes, Sang Dai is the child of Wei Shengxuan and Bai Yu, so he told Su Xuan these things. Compared with Sang Dai's life or death, he cared more about the pot of flowers.

Su Xuan's face became increasingly gloomy.

He raised his eyes to look at the young man in black standing high above him, his raven-blue eyelashes slightly raised, and the fire of karma ignited behind him.

"Why did you want to kill Dai Dai? What did Heaven send you to do?"

The young man in black raised his eyebrows: "You actually guessed it was Tian Dao, well, I was right about him."

His words were filled with confusion. Su Xuan didn't want to waste any more words and flew towards him.

The young man in black was calm and composed, and only focused on dodging without fighting back.

"You are so eager to fight me, but I am here to show you something, Su Xuan, do you want to see it?"

"Get lost."

The young man in black narrowed his eyes and took Su Xuan's Karma Fire Blade, but in the blink of an eye he appeared behind Su Xuan and chopped straight towards his back.

The Qingwu Sword turned over, and the sword body resisted the curved blade formed by the black air.

Su Xuan teleported to the ground, and after seeing the man's moves, murderous intent flashed in Liuli's eyes.

The young man in black did not come down, but still hung in the air, and said with a slight curve of his thin lips: "Su Xuan, do you know why Wei Sheng's family was wiped out back then?"

Su Xuan's voice was as cold as ice: "Why?"

"Because of Sandy." The young man in black said with a smile, "Because Sandy was not affected by the Four Bitterness, the Four Bitterness wanted to kill Sandy. Therefore, all the people who were driven crazy by the Four Bitterness surrounded and killed Sandy, and that's why the Weisheng family was destroyed."

Su Xuan pursed his thin lips tightly, seemingly expressionless, but the hands hanging in his sleeves were slowly clenched and trembling slightly.

"Su Xuan, I can tell you very clearly that the new destiny that Ling Yin saw, Sandy, is still the first one to die among the seven of you who have awakened your heavenly spiritual roots. She will really be surrounded and killed in Guixu."

The last syllable of his voice rose, as if this was a very pleasant thing and he was saying it in a joking tone.

"And you, if you stay by her side, you will die with her. Everyone around Sandy will die. Su Xuan, do you think that if I tell others about Si Ku and Sandy's identities, will the four realms come together to kill her?"

Su Xuan's hands were shaking, his long eyelashes were trembling, and his pupils were shrinking.

Will it?

Of course.

Human nature is the thing that cannot stand the test. Sandy is the only person who is not corroded by the four sufferings. She is also the only person who can destroy the Guixu Fairyland. She is the biggest hidden danger in the world of cultivation.

A person with awakened heavenly spiritual roots is dead.

But Guixu Fairyland is the foundation of the four realms and must not be destroyed.

"So, if I tell anyone about this, Sandy will die."

The young man in black smiled and said, "Because you are too weak. You are at the initial stage of Mahayana, and she is also at the initial stage of Mahayana. How can you survive?"

"You are not even overcoming the tribulation. How many of the eighty-first heaven's tribulation thunders can you withstand? It is even easier for so many powerful beings in the four realms to surround and kill you two Mahayana cultivators. You are outnumbered. Do you understand this principle?"

He should have remained calm, knowing clearly that perhaps everything he said was meant to provoke him, but when he heard his words, Su Xuan simply couldn't remain calm.

Weisheng's family was destroyed because of Sandy. If Sandy knew about this, she would definitely not be able to accept it.

There is one more important point——

If the relationship between Sandy and the Four Bitterness is exposed, Sandy is the only one who can destroy and return to the ruins, then Sandy...

He will definitely be surrounded and killed by the four realms.

What Lingyin said about destiny will happen.

Su Xuan pursed his lips and loosened his hands that were tightly clenched in his sleeves. There was no emotion on his handsome face, and he was silently immersed in the darkness in a black robe.

He suddenly laughed: "Yes, you are right, this matter cannot be known to outsiders."

The karmic fire spread out from beneath his feet, the heavy flames blew his inky black robe, and his long silver hair fluttered in the heat waves.

In the blink of an eye, Su Xuan had teleported in front of him.

The slightly upturned fox eyes were crooked, but there was no smile in them. Instead, they were filled with coldness.

He summoned Qingwu with his backhand, and the sword was wrapped in karmic fire, and stabbed through the man's waist and abdomen with the sword.

"Then I will kill you, and no one will know when you die."

A thick black gas penetrated from the waist and abdomen of the young man in black. He looked up at the thick clouds gathering in the sky and smiled lightly.

"Okay." His voice was still full of laughter, "Then come and kill me."

"Su Xuan, if I die, no one will know about this."

So what if I knew he was deliberately provoking me?

Su Xuan had only one idea, to kill him.

If we kill him, no one will know the relationship between Sandei and the Four Bitterness, and the Four Realms will not surround and kill Sandei. All of this will rot in their stomachs, and Sandei will never die.

No one can kill her.

***

Although it was late at night, the city was not peaceful.

Vines emerged from the ground, split into two, two into four, and then thousands of vines emerged to wander in the alleys of Linglong Village.

There was singing and dancing in Feihua Pavilion, and the monks were sitting in the hall drinking.

A cultivator said drunkenly, "Sword Sect leader Shen Ciyu's state of mind has plummeted, and he has come to the City Lord's Mansion to ask City Lord Wu to help him mend his state of mind. Given their relationship, we should wait until we help him mend his state of mind before we can hold a banquet here. Only then can we go to City Lord Wu to mend his state of mind."

"Master Shen's state of mind has fallen drastically now. Will City Lord Wu still have the energy to help us mend our state of mind? I came to Linglong Town... but it was for him."

"I don't know. Anyway, he has spread the word that there will be a banquet here, so he will definitely come. We just need to wait for him."

Liu Lixue couldn't sleep because of the noise. He sat by the window and looked into the distance. It had been a long time since midnight. He didn't know whether Su Xuan had found out the answer, or whether Sang Dai had found out about the Spring Shadow Sword.

Peacock's face was still pale. His elixir had been taken away. He had nothing on him that could keep him alive. He could only use the remaining elixir in Sandy's Qiankun bag to try to stabilize his meridians.

"Waiter, bring another pot of tea."

Liu Lixue didn't even turn his head, still holding his chin and speaking in a low voice.

The night wind blew onto his face through the half-open window, but he did not feel cold. He held his chin up and looked up at the moon.

Dark clouds gradually swallowed up the full moon. The moon's shadow was obscured by the thick clouds, and the surroundings became increasingly darker.

Liu Lixue was confused. The moon should be bright and the stars are sparse tonight, so where did these thick clouds come from?

And where this cloud layer is located...

Why does it look like the City Lord’s Mansion?

Liu Lixue was just about to serve some tea, but there was no new tea on the table.

"Waiter?"

He looked back.

There were originally a dozen people sitting behind him, drinking, but now...

Thick vines wrapped around their necks, and those people widened their eyes in fear and looked towards where Liu Lixue was.

The monk who was drinking in the distance stood up tremblingly. Just as he was about to draw his sword and chop over, Liu Lixue slammed the table and stood up.

"You can't use spiritual power!"

But it was too late. The swordsman poured his spiritual power into the sword, and the sword light chopped at the vines.

A vine broke, but more vines split into two, and as if sensing something, they suddenly turned around and rushed towards him.

Fangs grew on the leaves of the plant, and two large leaves opened and closed to wrap the man up, cutting off his scream of pain.

The chewing sound was terrifying, and the monks in Feihua Pavilion were frightened and panicked.

Liu Lixue immediately said: "You can't use spiritual power!"

He was right at that time. These vines had no interest in mortals. Only when spiritual power was used, the black air entangled in the spiritual power would anger them, and they would instantly have murderous intentions. At that time, it was after Liu Lixue used spiritual power that the vines suddenly went crazy.

There were more and more vines in the inn, crawling on the ground and sometimes climbing up the monks' bodies.

It seemed to be smelling something. Those wandering cultivators trembled all over and subconsciously wanted to fight back, but were stopped by Liu Lixue.

"Let it smell it, and you won't die if you don't use your spiritual power!"

It only eats the black air. There is no black air in their flesh and blood, only their spiritual power carries the black air.

The wandering cultivators didn't know who this demon cultivator in red was, but when they saw the vines climbing up Liu Lixue's body, he stood still with his thin lips tightly pursed. Even though fangs had grown from the leaves on the vines and were rubbing against his neck, as if looking for a better place to bite, he still didn't move.

Not understanding spiritual power, he just looked coldly at the vines entangled around his body.

But after a few moments, the vine seemed to lose interest and left him listlessly.

Liu Lixue breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It was a good bet.

They really only eat the black energy in spiritual energy.

The wandering cultivators closed their eyes and gritted their teeth to endure the intense fear. The entire inn was entangled with vines and screams continued to be heard from upstairs.

The monks who were resting in the attic did not know that they could not use their spiritual power. When they were awakened by the vines in their sleep, they naturally fought back subconsciously. The black energy in their spiritual power would anger the vines, causing them to become their prey.

Liu Lixue didn't dare to use his spiritual power to transmit his voice. The cultivators couldn't hear his voice alone, so he had no way to save them.

A quarter of an hour later, the entire inn fell into silence, with blood pouring down from the upper floors, except for the mortals without spiritual power and the wandering cultivators who dared not move in the lobby.

The vines seemed to realize that these wandering cultivators were mortals without spiritual power and had no interest in them at all, so they retreated listlessly and continued to wander around the city looking for new prey.

Liu Lixue's legs went limp and she held onto the table to steady herself. She breathed heavily, her heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest.

The surviving monks fell to the ground, some burst into tears, and some whispered their thanks.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist. Thank you for saving my life."

Liu Lixueda ignored them. He looked out the window. The entire city was covered with vines. Vines could be seen everywhere. Screams could be heard from the distance.

These vines seemed to be looking for prey. The main vine was not here, and Liu Lixue did not see the vine that was blooming.

The vine that attacked him at that time was conscious, and the main vine had split into tens of millions of vines, with buds on them. But the vine that was wandering around the city now was not there, and these vines had no flowers, let alone buds.

It has no self-awareness and relies solely on spiritual power to eat people.

Liu Lixue glanced at the clouds in the sky, which had completely blocked the moonlight.

The cloud didn't look like a sign of rain, it looked more like...

Thunder.

Who is going to survive the tribulation?

He didn't have time to care about these things. He turned over and jumped out of the window. He didn't dare to use his spiritual power and ran quickly out of the city.

If he remembered correctly, there was a sect of the Zen sect not far outside Linglong Town. If these vines were really going to slaughter the entire Linglong Town tonight, Su Xuan and Sang Dai would be trapped, and Tan Huai would be unknown. It would be absolutely useless for him, a seriously injured Yuanying demon cultivator alone, to survive, and he could only go for reinforcements.

Liu Lixue jumped onto the roof and ran out of the city while leaving a message on Su Xuan's communication jade token.

***

Sandy was facing thousands of monks.

She remained calm, looking towards Shi Yao at the end of the passage.

Shi Yao was followed by Bi Fang.

Behind her on the right stood a woman in purple, with a beautiful face, a face that Sandy had seen for more than a hundred years.

Sandy pursed her lips and couldn't help but tighten her sword-holding hand.

Mrs. Shi's eyes when she looked at her were no longer as gentle as before. In the past, they were just pretending to be mother and daughter. Now that the truth was exposed, there was no need to pretend any longer.

"Yaoyao, I can change your spiritual roots tonight."

Shi Yao smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, mother."

Mother.

She finally changed her tune.

Sandy lowered her eyes slightly, her throat feeling a little dry.

The swordsman's emotions recovered quickly, and when he raised his eyes again, he was completely calm.

"You can't kill me." Sang Dai looked around and said softly, "The one with the highest cultivation among you is Bi Fang, a cultivator at the Transformation Realm. The rest are at the Yuan Ying and Jin Dan levels. They can't kill me."

The smile on Shi Yao's lips almost fell.

No matter what time it is, Sandy is still as confident as ever. No matter how much injustice and danger she faces, she seems to be always so calm, not caring about anything and not afraid of anything.

This is even more annoying.

"Really, Senior Sister?" Shi Yao said with a smile, "Why don't we give it a try?"

Bifang held Shi Yao's waist and made her retreat quickly.

Mrs. Shi raised her chin slightly, "Take her down."

"yes!"

Thousands of monks lined up in a row. Just as Sang Dai was about to rush out, she heard Hua Ling speak softly behind her.

"Miss Sang, I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Sang Dai was stunned, and the moment she turned around, Hua Ling raised his hand and opened and shattered the dark room on the wall of Manxiang Pavilion.

White mist poured out from the airways in all directions, corroding the entire Manxiang Pavilion.

Sang Dai was not on guard against Hua Ling, and when she hurriedly used her spiritual power to seal her mouth and nose, she had already inhaled some mist.

Hua Ling's eyes were filled with tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to Ying Heng Xianjun...but I really have no choice."

The effect of the Mi Die Incense is very fast. It was developed by the little monster in the Divine Doctor Valley himself. Just a little bit of it is enough to make a Divine Transformation cultivator dizzy for a long time. A Mahayana cultivator will also be affected. This thing causes hallucinations, and Sandy's eyes are dizzy.

She shook her head and decisively cut herself. The pain made her mind clear up, and she quickly took out the detoxification pill from her Qiankun bag and ate one.

Sang Dai looked at Hua Ling solemnly. It turned out that what Hua Ling said to her just now was just to let down her guard.

This was not the first time she had been plotted against, but she said nothing and did not blame Hua Ling.

It is inevitable for people to be betrayed in their lives. Sandy has seen it a lot, and now she doesn't care at all.

Along the way, there are not many people who treat her sincerely.

Sandy silently withdrew her gaze, drew out the Zhiyu Sword and rushed into the crowd.

The blue hem of her robe was quickly drowned out by the countless monks, and her location could only be guessed through the flashes of swords.

Hua Ling smiled bitterly, lowered her eyes slightly, and tears fell.

There is no antidote for the Incense, and Sandy can only suppress the medicinal properties temporarily. The more she uses her spiritual power, the more the Incense erodes her meridians.

A man entered Manxiang Pavilion from the back door and came to her side.

Hua Ling looked up and saw the woman in the pink skirt smiling and asking, "Where is the Chunying Sword?"

Hua Ling sneered, "I did what you said, but you still didn't bring my family here. Before I see them, Chunying can't be given to you."

Shi Yao glanced at Bi Fang, and Bi Fang understood.

The young man in red teleported in front of Hua Ling and grabbed her neck with one hand. Hua Ling's face immediately turned red.

Bi Fang asked coldly, "Where is the Spring Shadow Sword?"

Hua Ling spoke with difficulty: "I said... my family is safe, I will hand Chunying over to you... otherwise, even if you kill me, you will never find the Chunying Sword in this lifetime..."

"Don't you want that heavenly-level magic weapon?"

Bifang's hands were tightening more and more, and it seemed that he was about to strangle Hua Ling to death. She was breathing less in and out more, but she refused to speak.

At the moment before Hua Ling died, Shi Yao felt it was very boring and waved her hand indifferently.

"Put her down."

As soon as Bi Fang relaxed his strength, Hua Ling fell to the ground and coughed violently, the pearl hairpin on her head swaying.

Shi Yao stood in the Manxiang Pavilion. Outside in the wilderness, thousands of people were surrounding and killing one person.

Ling Luo shuttled through the crowd to strangle monks for her master, the light of Zhiyu sword flashed everywhere, and she was always awed.

Shi Yao smiled calmly, but one of her hands was tightly clasped on the back of her hand.

Even though Sandy was bewitched by the incense, her swordsmanship was still strong. She had been like this for so many years. She had lost everything, but she could always turn around and get more.

Bi Fang said, "Miss, you just watch from here. Sandy can't defeat so many people. Without the peacock here, she, a sword cultivator, can't withstand the magic incense of the little monster in the Divine Doctor Valley with her spiritual power alone."

Shi Yao said nothing.

Sandy became more and more dizzy, and was stabbed with a sword by someone behind her.

The pain made her temporarily sober. Sandy had been fighting for nearly two hours, and today the day was breaking.

There were seriously injured monks lying all around.

But there were still many people. The Shi family was well-trained. When the vanguard fell, there would be backup to take over. They surrounded the sword cultivator in a circle and trapped him inside.

Zhiyu's sword spirit was calling her consciousness in her mind.

"Master, we can't finish the fight. We need to find a way to leave. Something might have happened in the city. I can't contact Qingwu's sword spirit."

Sandy's steps staggered and she nearly fell to the ground. A man seized the opportunity and swung his sword, leaving a deep wound on the swordsman's arm where the bone was visible.

"Master, stop fighting!"

Chang Mang and Zhi Yu stopped them in unison.

Sandy shook her head, trying to wake up, and replied softly: "You can't get out without fighting."

There are too many people.

Sandy held the sword in her backhand and cut a line on her palm. The intense pain made her more awake.

The swordsman's eyebrows were cold, and he mobilized his spiritual power to direct it to the body of the Zhiyu Sword.

Large thunderclouds gathered from all directions, and terrifying pressure pressed down from above. Zhiyu and Changmang instantly knew what Sandi was going to do.

"No! You are already trapped by the incense, so you cannot use a large amount of spiritual power to attract the thunder!"

Bi Fang was a little surprised: "Miss, you guessed it right, she really can attract thunder."

Shi Yao smiled and said, "She was anxious. Something happened in the city and Su Xuan couldn't be contacted. She was in a hurry to save people."

Bi Fang asked, "Who did it?"

Shi Yao asked: "Who else could it be besides that person and that vine?"

Bi Fang nodded: "It seems that person wants to kill Su Xuan first, and then it will be much easier to deal with Sang Dai."

Shi Yao sneered: "I hope he really is going to kill someone."

Mrs. Shi suddenly appeared from nowhere, grabbed Shi Yao's wrist and tried to pull her away.

"Yaoyao, she's going to attract thunder, leave here first."

Shi Yao responded meekly: "Yes, mother."

Bifang grabbed Hua Ling, who was lying on the ground, and the four of them teleported to the top of a distant mountain.

In the siege, Sandy gritted her teeth to hold back her anger and mobilized the Guixu spiritual power that Snow Owl had left for her. The Tianyu Stone on the hilt of the Zhiyu Sword spun wildly, and the golden spiritual power flowed into the patterned grooves on the sword.

"Owner!"

Sandy pressed down with her backhand, and purple lightning fell from the sky thousands of feet high, but it did not hurt her at all, but directly hit the body of Zhiyu Sword.

The sword light wrapped in strong lightning struck away, powerful pressure burst out, mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and smoke rose up.

Bi Fang and Madam Shi quickly took Hua Ling and Shi Yao and teleported to a farther place. Cracks appeared on the mountain where they had just stood, dust was raised, and the rumbling sound could be heard dozens of miles away.

That mountain...

Fell down.

Madam Shi couldn't believe it: "She was clearly poisoned by the incense. Even if she could draw the forty-ninth heaven's black thunder after entering the Mahayana stage, how could she be so powerful?"

Surrounded by more than 3,000 people, how could he still survive?

Shi Yao's smile was stiff, and her voice was gloomy: "So what if she's strong? She used a lot of spiritual power to suppress the Misty Incense, and now she is forcibly mobilizing spiritual power to attract the thunder. She has been fighting for such a long time, she will definitely not be able to hold on."

When the smoke cleared, all that was left were the seriously injured disciples scattered all over the ground.

The swordsman's blue clothes were torn, and there were several deep scars on his body that could see the bones. His black hair was disheveled, and all the pearl hairpins on his head were broken. Only the nine-thread hairpin on his bun was still intact.

She stood among the corpses with her sword in her hand. Lightning and thunder were faintly visible on the sword. Sandy coughed lightly and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

Chang Mang dragged her away: "Master, I'll take you away now!"

"What are you leaving for?" The woman's voice was light, and she could still hear a smile. "Senior sister, do you know why we dared to surround and kill you with only 3,000 people?"

Even with the Miduoxiang and the disciples of the Youyun Shi family, Shi Yao was still not sure she could kill Sang Dai.

Sandy wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and secretly mobilized her spiritual power to suppress the effects of the drug.

In fact, she couldn't see Shi Yao's face clearly. Everything in front of her eyes was blurry and her mind was dizzy.

Shi Yao smiled and said, "Senior Sister is too soft-hearted. Knowing that these disciples followed the orders of the Youyun Family to kill you, you only severely injured them. You are really kind-hearted."

Sandy clenched the sword in her hand. "The disciples entered the sect to practice for the purpose of protecting the people. They can die in exorcism or in battle, but you cannot force them to die in vain because of your selfish desires. They don't deserve to die, but Shi Yao, Madam Shi, and Bifang, you deserve to die."

The swordsman drew a sword flower with his backhand and teleported in front of Shi Yao, then swung his long sword to chop down the three people mercilessly.

Bi Fang pulled Shi Yao over, and the young man in red flew over to meet him.

Shi Yao stood beside Madam Shi, watching the two men fighting fiercely in the distance, and said with a smile: "But Senior Sister, you haven't asked me why I dared to bring all these people to surround and kill you. Do you know what I am really sure of?"

Sandy raised her eyes and saw Bifang in front of her curling his lips and smiling at her.

"Miss Sang, we are betting that you are soft-hearted all the time."

Bifang retreated quickly, the huge disc under his feet spinning, and red light flowed in the meridian patterns, transforming into thousands of red lines that pierced into the bodies of the seriously injured monks who fell to the ground.

The seriously injured disciples looked at their bodies in horror. Sandy had spared their lives, but now the master they trusted wanted to take their lives.

The disciples cried for help: "Help!"

Sandy's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously wanted to draw her sword to cut the red lines, but in the blink of an eye, only dried corpses were left on the ground.

in a flash.

She had no time to rescue him.

She stood in the center of the formation, facing three thousand corpses.

She was the only one alive in the entire seal plate.

Sandy murmured: "...Illusionary Killing Array."

Shi Yao raised her voice: "Senior Sister, your mistake is that you are too soft-hearted."

If Sandy killed those disciples, their souls would not be absorbed by the formation and become nutrients for the Illusion Killing Formation, and the formation could not be built at all.

Sandy's hands were shaking, and the dead bodies all over the ground seemed like a nightmare.

Mrs. Shi raised her lips and chuckled, "When I handed you over to Ying Heng, he really made you into such a soft-hearted person. You are too much like him. If he were here, he would also end up in this situation. But Dai Dai, sometimes being soft-hearted is not a good thing."

Sandy looked at her. She had called her mother "Aniang" for more than a hundred years, but now she looked at her with eyes full of ridicule and indifference.

Is it wrong to be soft-hearted?

She really doesn't know.

The Illusionary Killing Array burst out at this moment, and thousands of red lights rushed towards Sandy in the array.

Zhiyu and Changmang called her in fear: "Master!!"