Sacrifice the soul
Yin Heng and his companions reacted quickly and headed towards the border where the explosion was loudest. Yellow sand was blown by the wind as explosions were heard.
Various sects and schools flocked to the scene, and by the time they arrived, the place was already in chaos. The ghostly soldiers of the ghost world emerged, crushing the enemy with ease. And the man sitting in formation in the distance was none other than Xie Zhuoyun. He was dressed in a golden python robe, looking so sacred and noble.
The group went deep into the border and saw a Cang Jing Sect disciple. Yin Heng went up to defend him from the Yin soldiers. The disciple was instantly delighted when he saw Yin Heng and called him "Young Master". Yin Heng asked him, "Where's my father?!"
"Young Master, don't worry. The Master has taken his disciples to defend the mountain. He knew you would be coming, so he specifically asked us to be careful!"
Yin Heng uttered a "hmm," and the blade of his spiritual energy pierced the ghost soldier's head. As the ghost soldier fell, his copper armor, weighing a hundred pounds, smashed a hole in the yellow sand.
"I'm leaving, you guys guard this side!" He said to his disciples, turned around and called Xiao Yuan and Ye Qingci, asking them to go find Xie Zhuoyun. Just as they were passing through layers of yellow sand, Xie Zhuoyun summoned a strangely shaped guqin, plucked the strings with his fingertips, and composed a strange melody.
This melody is strange and has no regular aesthetic feeling, but Yin Heng understands it.
——That was the "Soul Sacrifice" that had long been banned.
This music was incredibly disturbing, and disciples with low spiritual power and unstable Daoist hearts were particularly susceptible to its influence. As soon as the music began, many disciples were unable to resist the Yin soldiers, suffering countless injuries and groans.
At this moment, the three simultaneously drew their swords and stabbed at Xie Zhuoyun. A barrier instantly formed around him. The moment they were touched, the barrier remained motionless, and the surroundings shattered in response, stirring up a powerful gust of wind. Inertia pushed the three men away from Xie Zhuoyun. The man detached a wisp of his consciousness, materializing, and his longsword shone with a cold light. The sword's might surged with such swift force that it crumbled mountains and rocks, like an invisible hand gripping his heart.
He had been hiding his strength in the past, and he was the only one who did all these things. Jiang Yun also died because of him.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingci's murderous intent grew stronger. If only a few of them were left, it would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"You and I are traveling together after all. I don't want to fight with you."
——Kill him.
"You can just put aside your so-called benevolence and righteousness, live in seclusion and live in seclusion."
——Kill him!
Ye Qingci suddenly waved out several extremely violent talismans. Several talismans fell in the corresponding positions, and as the spell was recited, spiritual light appeared.
As the talisman paper exploded, Xie Zhuoyun dodged behind Ye Qingci and, grabbing his neck, threw him to the ground. Yellow sand blinded his eyes. Icy liquid flowed down his face, and he didn't know whether it was due to excessive pain or excessive hatred.
Xie Zhuoyun's spiritual incarnation only has 70% to 80% of his real body's spiritual power, and his real body relies on the remaining 20% to 30% of spiritual power to maintain itself. The song "Sacrifice to the Soul" is still playing.
Yin Heng and Xiao Yuan were about to leave when Xie Zhuoyun's grip tightened, his smile grim. "If you come over, we'll all die together. How about that?"
The two men stopped when they heard the sound, and Ye Qingci let out a low "ho ho" growl due to difficulty breathing.
"Xie Zhuoyun, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Can't you see what I'm trying to do?"
"I want them all to die." Xie Zhuoyun's face was gentle, but his eyes were filled with unconcealable gloom and coldness.
"Yin Heng, you must be thinking about how to kill me. If you don't care about your little lover's life, then come on."
Yin Heng's hand went numb and he almost lost his grip on the hilt of the sword.
Before he took half a step, Xie Zhuoyun moved his fingers slightly, and Yin Heng heard a muffled groan behind him. Turning around, he saw Xiao Yuan curled up in pain, with a glaring red mark at the corner of his mouth.
"Ahan!" Yin Heng rushed forward, and the man fell straight into his arms, trembling non-stop. His ten fingers tightly tugged at his clothes, and cold sweat soaked his hairline.
"My spiritual power has already penetrated his meridians. As long as I'm alive, I can make him wish he were dead with a wave of my hand. Remember, Xiao Yuan."
"In the ghost world." Xie Zhuoyun reminded him.
Xiao Yuan briefly recovered from the pain, beads of sweat rolling down his brows as he squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "It's you!"
In the Ten Thousand Ghosts Realm, the person who hit him with a palm was Xie Zhuoyun.
Yin Heng didn't know about this, but Xie Zhuoyun had killed his fellow apprentice, harmed his lover, and caused so much suffering. He deserved death! He wished he could die with him. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his face pale with blood drained away.
Suddenly——
A figure in white flashed by, long legs sweeping across the scene. Xie Zhuoyun quickly dodged, and Ye Qingci was released by the hand. The figure in white lifted Ye Qingci up, and a teleportation array rose beneath Yin Xiao and the others, transporting them to the rear. Xie Zhuoyun narrowed his eyes and stared at the spot, not pursuing.
Ye Qingci was the first to see who was coming. He exclaimed, "Master?! Why are you here?" Zhang Huailan's hair was untied, her robes fluttering. "If I don't come, do you want to die here?" Her tone was tinged with anger, and Ye Qingci knew she was mad at him for being too reckless. "Master, I have to do this. If it weren't for him, Ah Yun wouldn't have..." The last part of the sentence felt like a lump in his throat.
"Forget it. The most urgent thing is to stop that person. Qingci, I haven't taught you music yet. I wonder if your two friends understand it?"
Yin Heng touched the flute he carried with him and said in a hoarse voice, "I am proficient in music." Then, Yin Heng took out the "Yuan Liu".
Zhang Huailan's expression softened slightly. With a wave of his right hand, a faint bamboo slip unfolded in mid-air. "This is the score I modified based on Shen Yun. Perhaps it can unlock the effect of Sacrifice to the Soul and give us a glimmer of hope."
"Please write down the music score as soon as possible. We will then transfer our spiritual power to you to help you complete the performance."
It would have been faster to have Zhang Huailan go in person, but they all knew that Zhang Huailan's body could not withstand the overly surging spiritual flow.
Yin Heng concentrated on memorizing the music score. Due to the long distance and the weakened connection with Xie Zhuoyun's spiritual power, Xiao Yuan was able to catch his breath.
Yin Heng had an exceptional memory; the piece, not a short one, had been memorized in a mere cup of tea. Ye Qingci and Zhang Huailan successively transferred their spiritual energy to him, but Xiao Yuan remained silent.
Xiao Yuan's eyes turned red, and he suddenly threw himself into his arms and kissed his lips. With endless pain, salty tears seeped into the gaps between his lips, and his spiritual power flowed in with them.
It was a kiss without any lingering feelings.
When their eyes met, it was a collision of souls, and the pain was devastating.
Yin Heng forcibly separated from him, grabbed the back of the man's head, and pressed their foreheads together, "This is enough."
"Come back alive, otherwise I'm not sure what I would do, Yin Heng." Xiao Yuan murmured hoarsely.
He said nothing
Yin Heng raised his hand to remove the pendant from his earlobe and placed it in Xiao Hua's palm. "Take good care of it. If necessary, use your spiritual power to crush it. Do you understand?"
Xiao Yuan felt the warmth of the object, his eyes reddened, "Why? What did you put in it?"
Yin Heng said nothing, pushed Xiao Yuan to Ye Qingci, then turned around and said, "Take him away."
This sentence was obviously said to Ye Qingci.
They left, but what about him?
Yin Heng walked towards Xie Zhuoyun.
"Yin Heng——" Xiao Yuan cried out heartbreakingly, for the indescribable thing in his eyes and for his silence about his promise.
He caught a glimpse of Ye Qingci restraining Xiao Yuan from the corner of his eye. He had never been afraid of death before, because it was the inevitable trend of being human and the inevitable outcome.
It is only because a person is afraid of death, and because a person is willing to go to the underworld.
He wanted him to live, so he exchanged his own life for his.
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