heartless
Yan Zhu's left eyelid twitched violently as she asked, "Who are you going to marry?"
A-niang glared at her and said, "This girl, she even forgot her own groom and called him brother Ziye at noon."
Zhong Ziye, her childhood sweetheart, never despised her weak cultivation level. He said that the world was broad and he would take her to travel around the world and set a date for their marriage. However, who would have thought that he would abandon her on the spot during one of his outings and follow the princess of the demon world. Later, it was heard that he became a son-in-law of the demon world and lived a prosperous life.
The young man will never come back, and when I hear the news, it is already heartless.
Yan Zhu suddenly stood up, looking gloomy: "Him? I won't marry him!"
Even though she knew she was trapped in an illusion, she didn't just strangle the unfaithful man to death, but she actually wanted to get married?
Who knew that after the world spun around, the next second, everything in front of my eyes turned red. It turned out to be a strange wedding ceremony...
"Husband and wife bow to each other—"
Yan Zhu was furious. She tore off her red veil and threw it to the ground along with the red silk in her hand. The black silk moved with her will, transforming into a dagger and stabbing it into the man's chest. Then she kicked him to the ground and said coldly, "You are worthy of it?"
Only then did she realize that she and Zhong Ziye were the only two people in the wedding hall where the candles were swaying.
Lying on the ground, Zhong Ziye was dressed in red, looking respectable. He smiled indulgently upon hearing this, then slowly stood up and pulled out the dagger with one hand. His chest was stained red, but his expression remained unchanged. He bent down to pick up his veil and said, "Zhuzhu, be good. We are getting married."
The scene was weird and shabby for a while.
Seeing this man forcing himself on her, Yan Zhu was about to raise his foot to kick her again, but suddenly his body froze and he could not move. He could only raise his eyes and shout into the air, "Jingyuan ghost, come out!"
Zhong Ziye showed a strange and triumphant smile. Seeing that the red veil was about to cover his head, the next second, Yan Zhu saw a snow-white hand pulling her behind him. At the same time, with a strong palm, Zhong Ziye turned over in the air, fell to the ground and vomited blood, and then disappeared in the wind like Si You.
Yanzhu blinked. She couldn't figure out whether the illusion created by the Jingyuan ghost was real or not, so she pinched herself but felt nothing. Then she set her sights on Qingxuan.
After the man slapped Zhong Ziye away, he continued to look at her intently, his eyes slightly lowered, and the expression in his eyes was a little unreadable.
Yan Zhu slowly raised her hand and touched the back of the man's hand. As he looked at her in surprise, she pinched it hard and fiercely.
She let go only when she saw the man's brows furrowed in pain.
"Sorry, it doesn't hurt when I scratch myself, so I'll try it on you." Yan Zhu touched his nose guiltily.
Qingxuan looked into her eyes, and there was no black light there: "It's real, not an illusion created by Jingyuan's ghost."
Yan Zhu withdrew his hand with an apologetic look, "When did you come?"
Qingxuan remained silent. Yanzhu widened her eyes and raised her voice, "You didn't come in with me, did you? Then... did you see everything?"
Her past.
Qingxuan hummed, and looked at her with complicated eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he spoke casually, "Just now, the fox demon transmitted a message through the Mirror Abyss Ghost, saying that the images in this illusion are all reconstructions of the memories of those in the Sea of Consciousness. I am an intruder, so I feel pain, but you don't.
"I see. It's like a dream."
Yanzhu nodded and looked around, "Indeed."
A Niang, Si You, Zhong Ziye...
However, "How could the nine-tailed fox tell you this?"
Qingxuan: "Nine-tailed fox?"
Yanzhu explained the incident with the nine-tailed flower.
Qingxuan's expression became clear, and he replied, "Perhaps she has a plan in mind and doesn't intend to let us get out alive."
Yanzhu nodded, but still felt something was wrong. The nine-tailed fox seemed to be revealing something, "What else did she say?"
Qingxuan coughed and said, "She said that the man you married was someone she had seen in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. That man had formed a pact with the princess of the demon realm. You don't like him?"
Yan Zhu chuckled, a hint of sarcasm on her brows: "Your description is too conservative, I don't like it."
In the past, she had no strength and no cultivation, and she could endure being bullied. But now, if there is any possibility, she will beat up that man!
Qingxuan thought of her kicking people with smooth, accurate and fierce movements, and stabbing them in the heart without blinking, as if they were old enemies.
Yan Zhu noticed that the man was hesitant to speak and asked, "Do you have something to say?"
"When the Emperor asked you if you had someone you loved, you seemed a little flustered. Was it because of him?" Qingxuan asked.
"Is he worthy?"
Yan Zhu was puzzled as to why the man asked this. She glanced at him with her autumn eyes and returned to Qing Xuan with a half-thought. Then, she thought of the current demon world and thought, "To be qualified to appear in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, the status of the Nine-tailed Fox is not low."
The man said, "I was intercepted halfway. Although that person tried his best to conceal his identity, his movements were clearly from the divine realm. Now it seems the hand behind this has also reached out to the demon realm. Oh, and the nine-tailed fox is still outside. I'll leave the yarrow bead outside to protect you."
"We have to break through quickly,"
Yanzhu looked around. It was already late. "Without the yarrow bead, can you still tell fortunes?"
Yan Zhu's heart was slightly moved. This man's cultivation was clearly completely wasted, yet he actually left his companion artifact outside to protect her...
Perhaps, he is different from Zhong Ziye in his pursuit of social status.
Qingxuan uttered an "hmm," and then his hand seals flew, a strange light swirled between his palms, and a mysterious dark purple magic circle slowly appeared on the ground. The man's index finger drew a series of magic talismans in the air, "Search!"
The magic circle broke away from the ground and gathered at the talisman. The talisman moved with the wind and instantly gained direction, flying in a certain direction.
"Follow him and find the Jingyuan Ghost to break the deadlock."
Qingxuan reached out and grasped Yanzhu's wrist, transforming into two streams of light and following the talisman.
After a while, the talisman stopped at the bustling Hundred Flowers Hall. After landing, the two looked around, noticed something unusual in each other's eyes, and tacitly kept silent.
The two of them observed their surroundings calmly.
Until a riot broke out at the scene, a black fog came and was dispersed by Qingxuan's sleeve. After moving away, it condensed again and gradually became a human-shaped ghost with two horns on its head.
The crowd was frightened and scattered, and the palace maids who were unable to dodge died tragically one after another, with painful expressions and strange shapes.
Yan Zhu knew that this was an illusion, but the bright red mixed with screams and roars entered her ears and eyes. The impact of the picture was too strong, she had never experienced it personally.
Hearing about something and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.
Just as she was secretly breathing out to calm herself down, she felt the man's big hand in his wide sleeves beside her secretly grasping her wrist, and a warm feeling came from it.
Yan Zhu was stunned for a moment, pulled the corner of his mouth to indicate that he was fine, and looked up to see that the ghost had a pale and dark face, and his whole body exuded evil nature, exactly the same as described in the storybook.
Qingxuan said calmly: "People from the ghost world come to the god world to kill gods, are you brave enough?"
Jingyuan Ghost laughed, his turbid voice arrogant and contemptuous, "So what? The Six Realms respect strength. Your Divine Realm's defenses were inadequate, so you should have expected this day to come. But I underestimated you."
Yanzhu shuddered when she met Jingyuan Gui's ice-cold and sticky gaze, which was as venomous as a tongue. She knew the meaning of Jingyuan Gui's words.
The Mirror Abyss Ghost asked, "How did you get the Mysterious Netherworld True Water? What is your relationship with the Lord of the Underworld?"
Qingxuan glanced at Yanzhu sideways and secretly gathered his spirit.
Yan Zhu: "Are you scared? If so, let us go and tell us who is behind this and what your purpose is."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other side laughed sinisterly as if he had heard a huge joke. "A girl with no cultivation at all, yet you are so ignorant of your own abilities. Since you were born to purify the turbid air, you will die by it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly arose. Yan Zhu couldn't help but squint her eyes because of the wind. She found that her vision was visibly darkening. The foul air coming from all directions condensed into a dense and rolling black fog, which trapped the two of them in an instant. The noise was terrifying and it was bound to tear the trapped people to pieces.
Yan Zhu was about to say something when she realized her body was stiff. She unexpectedly summoned the black silk uncontrollably and then swung it mechanically to purify the foul air in all directions.
Qingxuan frowned slightly, and after noticing something unusual, he reached out to grab the wrist of the person in front of him, but was suddenly bounced away by an invisible force. Then, turbid air filled his eyes and he lost sight of Yanzhu.
The two separated.
"Yanzhu! Stop, this is fake, not real turbid air!"
Qingxuan reached out to touch the turbid air surrounding him, but it was just an illusion of ferocious rage.
Yan Zhu's face turned grim. She knew it the moment she was manipulated and swung the black silk, but—
"I can't control my body!" She raised her voice to Qingxuan, but no sound came from behind for a long time, and the two of them completely lost contact.
The ghost of Jingyuan laughed loudly, "Rather than letting all living beings suffer and enjoy happiness, it is better to weave an illusion and transcend rebirth! Sink into depravity!"
For some reason, as Yan Zhu's movements became faster and faster, she became increasingly restless. She felt abandoned, bullied, her mother had left her, and she had been betrayed by her teenager... All her repressed emotions were infinitely magnified, causing her to jump back and forth between depression and rage.
In a trance, she remembered that when she first met Qingxuan, the man once said that the more turbid air was purified, the more severe the backlash in the sea of consciousness would be, and the stronger the bloodthirstiness would be.
In front, Jingyuan Ghost's gloomy and arrogant laughter was particularly harsh.
"Shut up!"
Yan Zhu frowned, and an evil aura surged around her. She jumped up, and the black silk flew towards Jingyuan Ghost along with her body.
However, at the moment when it got infinitely close, the Jingyuan ghost turned into Qingxuan.
Yan Zhu subconsciously tightened her wrist, and the black silk whistled past Qingxuan's ear, lifting up her long black hair and reflecting it into her eyes.
Qingxuan just had a smile on his face, not moving at all, not even blinking, as if he knew Yanzhu would not attack him.
She suppressed the desire in her heart, her eyes filled with unbearable pain, and her body continued to wave the black silk uncontrollably as she jumped up, purifying the illusory turbid air. She lowered her head and shouted to Qingxuan below with patience.
"What's going on?"
Qingxuan said, "I guess there are rules for the Jingyuan ghost to break the mirror. First, it can't do anything, and second, the person in the mirror must either be killed by others or commit suicide."
Yan Zhu exclaimed, "No wonder Jingyuan Ghost hasn't taken action yet. And does that mean only one of us can survive?"
Jingyuan Guichu Kuangsheng said: "I have something, but even if you know it, what does it matter?"
She glanced at Qingxuan and told her directly that the person in front of her would not hurt her, but there was still a tricky problem at the moment, which was also strange.
"I've discovered that I've purified too much turbid energy in a short period of time. My sea of consciousness is no longer simply backlashing, but is becoming increasingly uncontrollable. I'm irritable and bloodthirsty. Hide quickly!"
Yanzhu shouted downwards, but Qingxuan seemed not to hear. His hands fluttered like butterflies, and the purple magic circle around him emitted faint light.
Yan Zhu was surprised. While fighting against the foul air, he paid some attention to looking at the ground, unable to believe it.
"His cultivation...has recovered?"
when?
After waving the black silk, she turned her head again and squinted her eyes. She saw that although the man had sweat on his forehead, his ten fingers were flying, his hands were moving in complex and orderly movements, and his whole body was full of powerful spiritual energy.
The next second, as if he sensed something, he looked up at her. Although they were far apart, when their eyes met, she could feel his firmness and determination.
"Trust me." His thin lips opened and closed, and Yan Zhu understood those two words.
But now Yan Zhu had a splitting headache and was only half conscious. She only hoped that Xuanming Zhenshui would bring that person here as soon as possible, otherwise once she completely lost her mind, she might really kill Qingxuan by mistake.
Xuanming True Water, the natal water of the Lord of the Underworld, integrates the time and evil of heaven and earth. It not only seals time and space, but also allows it to freely travel through any illusion.
Suddenly, the sound of "Jingyuan ghost" was interrupted -
"You're the first person to understand the rules of the Broken Mirror so quickly, but today one of you must die! Only if you kill that man will you live. Similarly, if that man kills you, he will survive."
"So what if the turbid air in this world is illusory? This is the weapon that will kill you! Little girl, it may be illusory or false, but your sea of consciousness is real, hahahaha!"
"The sea of consciousness has fallen into demonic possession! The divine realm cannot tolerate it! Your path has come to an end!"
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