No matter how many times she used the teleportation array, she still couldn't adapt. Her internal organs felt like they were churning and she almost vomited. When she came to her senses, she found that she had been taken to an abandoned blacksmith shop by Ling Wujie.

The fire was blasting away sparks, and the only sound was the crackling of charcoal in the furnace. The whole room was filled with steam, and the sound of molten iron boiling in the furnace was heard. It seemed that if I took a few more steps forward, sparks would splash on me.

In the blazing flames of the furnace, stood a long sword as bright as silver, with two lines of golden small seal characters engraved on the sword:

It is hard to wake up from the dream, and it is hard to realize immortality.

——The first Immortal Emperor Ji Yuan believed that he had made great achievements but he was never able to ascend to heaven. He died in depression. These two lines of poetry were his last writings.

Yao Yue's dark eyes were filled with astonishment and suspicion that were difficult to conceal: "...Why did you steal the Awakening Sword?"

Ling Wujie smiled, but gave a irrelevant answer.

"Do you know why Bailian Palace is obsessed with using living people to forge swords?"

Seeing that she remained silent, Ling Wujie raised his eyebrows and said, "Then let me change the question. Do you know how the Imperial Heavenly Sword was forged?"

——According to the story in Kai Tian, ​​Jiang Huai used his wife Ji Ying to forge the Imperial Heaven Sword. Ji Ying was a direct descendant of the Immortal Emperor, and her realm was far superior to other female cultivators, and she could even be ranked among the strongest people in the world.

Yao Yue sneered and didn't want to play the question-and-answer game with him.

Ling Wujie had always had a bad temper. Seeing that she had no consciousness of being controlled by others, he dragged her to the side of the furnace. The extremely dry hot wind was like countless red-hot steel needles, burning her skin wantonly. The most uncomfortable part was her throat, as if there was a fireball jumping up and down there, burning her dry and unbearable.

"Haven't you heard the play 'Kai Tian' in my Zuixianlou?"

Ling Wujie slowly pulled out the Wuhen sword from his waist. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sword energy was as fast as the wind, cutting her wrist. The speed was so fast that she didn't feel the pain until a few seconds after the blood flowed out.

"Using living people to forge weapons, the higher the level of the people, the more powerful the weapons will be."

The young man stretched out a hand and gently kneaded the wound she had cut, and suddenly pressed hard. In an instant, the girl shrank back like a fish out of water, but she was restrained and could not break free of the hand no matter what. Cold sweat soaked her temples. As soon as her blood dripped into the furnace, it penetrated into the sword of awakening the world as if it had life. The surrounding flames seemed to be stimulated by something, and the flames jumped up half a person's height!

"You are an ascended being. Even if your magic power is not as strong as it used to be, you still have the body of a celestial being. If you use your blood to refine this sword of awakening, you will surely create a peerless divine weapon."

He seemed to think the blood was flowing too slowly, and as he spoke, he slashed the wound again with his sword.

"Hiss - what are you going to do..." Yao Yue's chest rose and fell rapidly due to pain, and hidden anxiety flashed across her eyes, "Where did you learn these magic arts?"

"Of course there was someone who gave me advice." Ling Wujie had no expression when he spoke, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he wanted to engrave her miserable appearance into his mind before he would stop. "That master has always advocated throwing you directly into the furnace, and I prayed for your body to be intact."

"After you die, I will inject mercury into your body, and I will make you come alive..."

Ling Wujie raised a hand and brushed the girl's face, secretly sighing that she was so beautiful. When she was willing, that little smile like the spring dawn could make people dazed and crazy. He used to be obsessed with her, but his good master always didn't know how to appreciate her...

"Then I will order you to go to Quanxing and start a massacre. Let's see whether you kill all your relatives and friends, or they cut you into pieces..."

Seeing Yao Yue frowning and saying nothing, he suddenly clamped her chin with such ferocious force that it left a purple mark: "Do you regret it now, huh? My good master, you destroyed my Lingxiao Sect just for a few prostitutes?! So what about the mother-child ghost Gu? Are those cheap lives more important than immortal officials?!!"

She stared at Ling Wujie expressionlessly, with an inexplicable feeling in her eyes that was a bit cold and a bit disgusting. Finally, she squeezed out a few words from between her teeth:

“No regrets.”

She thought Ling Wujie would be furious, but he suddenly laughed. The boiling hatred and cold murderous intent suddenly subsided, just like a raging flame suddenly turning into scattered sparks in the charcoal ashes.

"I think so. Master is used to making things happen with a flip of his hand, so why would he care about the lives of a few mortals..."

At this moment, a teleportation formation appeared in mid-air. Before he could see who was coming, a stream of energy pierced through the air like an invisible sword and pierced through Ling Wujie's chest, nailing him to the wall!

With a bang, his back hit the gray wall. The old house could not bear such a heavy blow, and the wall collapsed completely. The broken wall bricks fell and buried him in the ruins. The restraints that shackled her collapsed in an instant, and she fell into a broad and warm embrace in an instant.

"Yao Yue, how are you?" Jiang Mi hugged the girl tightly, held her wrist and used his magic power to stop the bleeding. His fingers were trembling slightly.

——The two of them didn’t have a soul contract now, and he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he came a little later…

Although her wrists were also held, the warmth from the young man's fingers made her feel at peace. A soothing smile appeared in Yao Yue's eyes: "I'm fine..."

At the same time, Ling Wujie, who was supposed to be unable to move, suddenly stood up from the ruins and smiled slightly at Xing Yuan, who had a bad look on his face.

"The leader and the evil star are here, so I'll leave first."

Jiang Mi turned his head and looked over, and there was clearly a kind of violent, sinister and chilling ruthlessness hidden in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Leave? You can't leave!"

The next moment, thousands of sword qi of the sky-breaking sword intent passed through his body, and the sharp and piercing chill even made the autumn wind become particularly cold, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Wujie's body fell apart. But something even more bizarre happened immediately afterwards. The wounds opened by thousands of sword qi did not shed a drop of blood, and even Ling Wujie's head still had a provocative smile on his face when he rolled to the ground.

"Don't waste your time, it's just a puppet."

As he finished speaking, the Awakening Sword in the furnace disappeared out of thin air, and the man's body fragments turned into pieces of paper that drifted away in the autumn wind.