Despite the pain from being burned by the five-colored light, Qingwu's words were full of dissatisfaction, "What should we do now?"
Fu Chen knew that no one but Qing Wu would help him, so he had no choice but to soften his tone as much as possible and said, "Go and break off a branch and use it to move the Chaos Bell on the well."
"good."
Qingwu looked around warily. After a while, seeing that there was no unusual activity, she transformed back into human form and leaped into the air onto the lush sycamore tree.
As she was about to break off a branch from the tree that had been imbued with celestial energy for many years, as instructed by Fuchen, she inadvertently glimpsed a honeycomb-like object embedded in the dense foliage.
Out of curiosity, she stretched forward and just as she parted the branches and leaves blocking her view, she was met with Lanling Xingjun's dead fish eyes staring intently at her.
Qingwu gasped in shock, instinctively leaning back, "Lan...Lanling Xingjun?"
Why did you harm me?
Lanling Xingjun's face was ashen, and a long, forked tongue suddenly emerged from his dark purple lips, making him look extremely eerie.
Qingwu frowned, never expecting that after Lanling Xingjun's death, his resentment would help him transform into a vengeful ghost coming to claim her life.
In fact, she had completely inherited the Blood Demon's lifelong power.
Let alone dealing with one vengeful ghost, even if she were to deal with a hundred vengeful ghosts, it would be no problem for her.
The problem is, if she were to actually fight Lanling Xingjun's soul on the phoenix tree, it would inevitably disturb Xuanfeng Qian and the others.
After careful consideration, she had no choice but to show him weakness, pretending to be in tears, and said with snot and tears streaming down her face, "Lord Lanling, you don't know, if I hadn't been desperate, why would I have resorted to such a desperate measure?"
"A life for a life, it's a matter of course..."
Lanling Xingjun's eerie eyes exuded a chilling ghostly aura, sending shivers down one's spine.
Fu Chen was frantic with worry. He suppressed the overwhelming pain and slammed his head against the Chaos Bell. He whispered to Qing Wu in the tree, "Don't waste time! Just give him what he wants."
"You make it sound so easy!"
Qingwu spit fiercely towards the dry well, gritting her teeth as she said, "No matter what, I won't let this kind of trash touch a single hair on my head."
"What, you still think you can remain chaste for Leng Ye? Don't forget how you've served me all this time. Do you think Leng Ye would still accept you after everything that's happened?"
"Shut up." Qingwu's hatred intensified as she recalled everything she had suffered recently.
Seeing that she refused to give in, Fu Chen began to coax and threaten her, "Don't you want Zhi Mo's skin? Be good, after I get out, I'll peel off Zhi Mo's skin and offer it to you myself, how about that?"
Qingwu clenched her fists, pondered for a while, and finally took off her robe, smiling as she pulled Lanling Xingjun's bald head into her arms. "Do whatever you want."
Is this really true?
The murderous aura on Lanling Xingjun's face dissipated slightly, and his cold cheeks greedily pressed against her soft body.
Qingwu hated lustful people like Lanling Xingjun, but she had no choice but to submit to reality and grit her teeth to let his long black tongue do as it pleased.
Faced with such beauty, the lustful Lanling Xingjun forgot his original intentions and completely succumbed to the allure of her gentle charms.
Qingwu slowly lowered her eyes, coldly looking at Lanling Xingjun's disgusting face, and suddenly exerted her strength, crushing his bald head with one hand.
"you..."
Lanling Xingjun realized that he had once again been captivated by Qingwu's beauty and was furious.
The next moment, when he realized he was about to be reduced to ashes, he used all his strength to bite down hard on Qingwu's neck.
"ah..."
She cried out in shock and grief as she danced.
She shook the shattered remnant soul of Lanling Xingjun to the ground with one hand, while tightly clutching her bleeding neck, curling up her trembling body, unable to recover for a long time.
What was that sound?
Just then, Xuan Fengqian suddenly opened the door, poked half her head out, and said with a slightly puzzled expression.
Immediately afterward, Mu Fuqu also poked her head out, "Why is there a pig squealing in the middle of the night?"
"Sister-in-law, look!"
Xuan Fengqian pointed at the paulownia tree in front of the courtyard in astonishment and exclaimed, "How could the paulownia tree have come back to life?"
"Could it be that the fallen demon has already been destroyed by the pressure of the Chaos Bell?" Mu Fuqu asked with a joyful expression.
"Thinking about it, there's only one possibility."
Xuanfeng glanced indifferently at the bloodstains under the paulownia tree, calmly pulled Mu Fuqu back, and casually closed the door.
Hiding in the sycamore tree, Qingwu covered her mouth and nose tightly, daring not to make a sound.
After a while, when the surroundings had quieted down, she carefully broke off a branch, and then, along the trunk, it turned into a pool of blood that flowed silently toward the dry well.
"Can you hurry up? Are you dawdling and deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Fuchen was tormented to the point of near death by the Chaos Bell, but Qingwu's rescue was nowhere to be seen, making him extremely agitated.
"Why do I feel that Qingfeng Palace is too quiet tonight?"
Qingwu hesitated, feeling as if countless eyes were lurking in the dark shadows.
Just to be on the safe side, she completely ignored Fu Chen's urging and carefully hid in the shadows under the sycamore tree, quietly observing any unusual movements around her.
About half an hour later, she finally lowered her guard and suddenly lunged at the Chaos Bell above the well.
Bang--
At the same time, Xuan Xingchen kicked open the door of Qingfeng Palace.
Holding a long spear, he led the thirty-six Heavenly Star Lords in a menacing manner.
"Father's words are indeed true. Qian Ning, why don't you surrender?"
"Xuan Xingchen, you plotted against me?"
Seeing this, Qingwu dared not transform into human form again and could only turn to the floating dust in the melancholy well for help, "What should we do now?"
"You're good for nothing but ruining things!" Fu Chen roared hoarsely, wishing he could grind her bones to dust.
"How can you blame me for this? They have already laid a trap. How could the two of us possibly defeat these cunning old foxes?"
"Shut up."
At this moment, Fu Chen was furious, but he also clearly realized that with Xuan Qian Ning dead, he would have to fight alone.
After careful consideration, he finally spoke in a low voice, only the two of them could hear, "If you want to save your life now, you have no choice but to give up the Blood Demon's life power and transform your body into Wanxia's appearance."
As soon as Fu Chen finished speaking, Xuan Xingchen led the thirty-six Heavenly Generals to surround the pool of crimson blood beside the dry well.
"Xuan Qianning, as a member of the immortal sect, you have fallen to such a low level. You are a disgrace to our immortal sect!"
Xuan Xingchen and Xuan Qianning were not particularly close, but he never imagined that Xuan Qianning would fall into the demonic path.
At this moment, seeing Xuan Qianning living in such an ugly form, he felt a mix of emotions and was extremely uncomfortable.
"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"
Xuan Qianning snorted coldly, her tone particularly forceful.
Perhaps it was the overwhelming grief in Xuan Xingchen's eyes that caused childhood images to suddenly surface in her mind.
She still remembers when she was first brought back to the Immortal Realm by the White Emperor, she didn't even have anyone to talk to.
Xuanxingchen was the only one who would never forget to bring her a small gift every time he returned from his studies abroad.
Once, Wanxia accidentally broke the sugar figurine that Xuanxingchen had given her, and she cried sadly for a whole day.
Finally, Xuan Xingchen descended to the mortal realm overnight and brought her back an identical sugar figurine...
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."
Xuan Xingchen was kind-hearted; he raised his spear several times, but he could never bring himself to do such a cruel thing to Xuan Qianning.
"I can't turn back now."
Xuan Qianning was born proud, and once she realized that she had already fallen into an abyss, she would only go down a dark path.
The next moment, she mustered all her strength and crashed into Xuan Xingchen's spear. "Brother, goodbye forever."
"..."
Xuan Xingchen stared at Xuan Qianning, who lay quietly beneath the spear, wearing the skin of Wanxia, his brows furrowed tightly.
After a long silence, he finally bent down and closed her eyes with his own hands.
Xuan Fengqian stood quietly in front of the door, glancing indifferently at Xuan Qianning, who had turned to ashes in an instant. A question suddenly arose in his mind: "Why did Xuan Qianning transform into Wan Xia's appearance?"
Mu Fuqu said softly, "Didn't you say that the person who tried to push you into the dry well was Wanxia? Perhaps Wanxia has already been possessed by Xuan Qianning."
"That is indeed possible. However, the Xuan Qianning I know has an inherent arrogance. If she wanted to possess a body, she would surely choose a body with superior appearance, and would never choose the plain-looking Wan Xia."
"Stop obsessing over trivial matters. Right now, the Blood Demon is already at his desk, and his days as a fallen demon are numbered. I imagine that by tomorrow morning, the Immortal Realm will be able to return to its former state."
“Sister-in-law is right.”
Xuan Fengqian nodded slightly. Although he had doubts, seeing that Xuan Qianning had turned to ashes, he put the matter aside for the time being.
"ah--"
Just then, a heart-wrenching wail suddenly came from the dry well.
"What's going on? Is the fallen demon going to die?"
Xuan Xingchen suddenly stood up, staring intently at the Chaos Bell, which had dimmed in an instant, fearing that the cunning Fuchen would break out of the bell again in the blink of an eye using some crooked method.
"The evil aura has dissipated, the fallen demon has perished, all immortals may now disperse."
Laozi, who arrived late, saw that there was no trace of evil spirit around the dry well and spoke with great certainty.
Upon seeing this, the White Emperor, who was following closely behind, finally breathed a sigh of relief, "The destruction of the fallen demons is truly a blessing for the six realms."
"Is he really dead?"
Xuan Fengqian frowned, clutching his pounding heart with both hands, feeling that Fu Chen couldn't possibly have died so easily.
Mu Fuqu chuckled softly, gently soothing Xuan Fengqian's emotions, "Since Father has spoken, this matter must be true."
"I hope so."
Xuanfeng took a deep breath, trying his best not to think too much.
A short while later, after everyone in the courtyard had dispersed, Xuan Xingchen noticed Mu Fuqu carefully supporting Xuan Fengqian and asked in a low voice, "Fu'er, I've been looking for you for most of the night. Why did you come to Qianqian's place without saying a word?"
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