Only by becoming a truly strong person can you be fearless.
Song Qingbai looked at the Wuwangxie Sword that was trapped again, his eyes sparkling and a relaxed smile on his face.
At this moment, she was covered in blood, her clothes were torn and disheveled, and even her hair was touching her bloody white neck. Her spiritual power had dissipated completely, and she looked a little tired just sitting there.
Song Qingbai lowered her eyes and looked at her blood-stained hands with an unclear expression. She was forced to come to this strange world and suffered humiliation and hardship, but this time she finally won.
Haha... He smiled with his face up, and the tears accumulated in his eyes were held back. Song Qingbai remained silent and sighed after a long time.
"Ruyi, fortunately I have retained this body. The sword bone has been lost, and only a breath remains. It seems that I will have to trouble you to extend my life."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingbai fell to the ground.
"Junior Sister."
"in vain..."
He could hear the anxious calls of two people, but the voices were getting farther and farther away. Song Qingbai's eyelids became heavy, and he felt cold all over, and then he lost consciousness.
The seal of the pagoda was lifted again, and Lu Qianyin hurried forward and hugged Song Qingbai, who was lying on the ground, into his arms.
Reaching out to sniff his breath, Lu Qianyin was shocked, his face full of disbelief. He took out the Fantasy Ice Soul Needle and began to use acupuncture to protect Song Qingbai's heart meridian.
Seeing that the usually calm Lu Qianyin was also so panicked, Shen Rangchen's face turned pale and he felt uneasy.
He leaned over and saw Song Qingbai covered in blood with his eyes closed. He felt a lump in his throat.
The heart-piercing pain started from the chest and then spread to every part of the body.
After being stunned for a moment, he held Song Qingbai's hand, and the tears in Chen Rangfeng's eyes still fell silently.
The evil sword brought disaster to the world and was sealed here, becoming a thorn in his heart. Every time he saw the seal getting weaker day by day, he became anxious and uneasy.
He had been searching for a solution for many years until Song Qingbai revealed his sword bone, shocking the entire Shenwu Continent.
He was overjoyed and hurried back to Qingyun Sword Sect. He wanted to bring her back directly and use her sword bone to seal the evil sword again to protect the safety of the Shen royal family.
But she never expected that the more they interacted, the more she realized that he was no longer willing to let her lose her life, nor did he want to use her life to exchange for the peace of the royal family.
But Song Qingbai knew clearly that this journey was dangerous, but he still came without hesitation.
This made him, the second senior brother, feel ashamed, and he was also moved by this little junior sister who had such a sincere heart.
There is no family affection in the royal family, let alone love. Shen Rangchen is smart and resourceful, and has always been good at playing with people's hearts and plotting for his own benefit.
I didn't expect that when the sharp piece of ice in my heart was broken, I would get such a regretful result for the rest of my life.
"Little Junior Sister, it was a mistake for me to bring you here. I clearly promised to protect you, but Second Senior Brother broke his promise."
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”
Regret and self-blame made Shen Rangchen sad, and even his Tao heart became more unstable.
"Keep calm. The evil sword is sealed. We can't stay here for long. Baibai still has a breath left. We need to get out of the tower as soon as possible."
Lu Qianyin quickly retracted the Fantasy Ice Soul Needle, and when facing the unconscious and crying Shen Rangchen, he couldn't help but remind him.
"What? Junior Sister is still alive?"
Shen Rangchen couldn't believe his ears. Her hands were obviously cold and her sword bones were gone.
"If you delay any longer, I'm afraid we won't be able to save him. Hurry up and use the token to take us out.
Master Bukong has a profound cultivation base. If he can help protect Baibai's heart meridian, I will have my own way when we return to Medicine Immortal Valley."
Lu Qianyin's tone quickened a bit, but seeing his serious expression, Shen Rangchen's heart moved, and he immediately summoned the Broken Cloud Fan.
"Come up quickly, I will take you to find Master Amoghavajra."
“Wait, don’t forget to use the token to release Fang Jingzhi. After all, Baibai is also trying to save him.”
Shen Rangchen didn't dare to delay any longer, and cast a spell to send the token away directly.
"Don't worry, I have cast a spell on the token and will bring Fang Jingzhi out."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qianyin carefully held Song Qingbai and followed Shen Rangchen out of the pagoda.
At the bottom of the nine-story tower, the cracked spirit stone in the barrier has returned to normal, and it is even more solid than the one with the extra layer of blood-colored barrier.
.......
In the Zen room, when Master Bukong discovered that there was something wrong with the pagoda, he prepared to go and check it out. However, before he could leave the Zen room, he was blocked at the door by a man in black robe.
"Amitabha, who are you? What are you doing here, trespassing into Tianyin Temple?"
Master Bukong's expression remained unchanged. Although the man in front of him was wearing a black robe and a mask, he exuded a powerful demonic aura, and people could see his flaws at a glance.
"Bald donkey, I'm here to take your life."
The man in black robe snorted coldly, chanted some incantation, and a scimitar instantly appeared in his hand.
"Amitabha, Tianyin Temple and the Demon Palace have never had any feud. When the other sects besieged the Demon Palace, we did not send anyone to participate. Why do you want to take my life?"
“Although you didn’t send anyone to besiege the Demon Palace, you claim to be a reputable and upright sect. You clearly knew that the Demon Palace was innocent, yet you still watched helplessly as other sects hunted us down and killed us.
You also allowed the Qingyun Sword Sect to seal our sect's divine sword. Do you think we should settle this account?"
As soon as the man in black robe finished speaking, he rushed forward without any hesitation.
The knife flashed, and Master Bukong's eyes fixed. He cast a spell to condense the resistance, but he had been seriously injured from using spiritual power to support the barrier for many years.
The strong collision made him take a few steps back, his blood boiling.
"Indeed, you have lost most of your cultivation. Why would you force yourself into such a predicament just to defend the formation?"
The man in black robe seemed to understand and suddenly increased the strength in his hands.
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will? You want my life, I can give it to you. But I hope you can let go of the other people in this temple."
Seeing that the protective barrier in front of him was about to break, Master Bukong was not worried. He just bowed and spoke slowly.
"You're about to die, and you still want to bargain. You're really good at business."
The men in black robes were obviously unwilling to do so, as most of the people in the Demon Palace had died tragically at their hands.
It is said that Buddhists are compassionate, but why don’t they say a word for them?
It is ridiculous that they now want me to release their people.
"Amitabha, Buddha never kills. Since you are unwilling to let the monks of this temple go, I can only break my vows and fight you with all my might."
"Stop talking nonsense and just come over here. I want to see the legendary monk Bukong's cultivation level."
The black-robed man's eyes were fierce and he attacked with great speed, this time he chopped directly at Master Bukong's neck.
"The clear wind and bright moon purify the soul. The donor is haunted by resentment and has developed inner demons.
Let me help you cross the river, put down the butcher knife, and help you break the devil.
If you are stubborn and refuse to change, you will have no choice but to follow me into this forehead and nose hell."
Master Amoghavajra closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and began to chant the mantra.
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