Chapter 101 Xie Tingyu's body was taken away and the lost soul was found...

Although he thought Qiu Huan had a special relationship with the demon, he took the initiative to expose Wang Ji.

Inevitably, to Xie Tingyu, it was a pleasant surprise.

Wang Ji was killed in the desert of the Western Regions, and even Xie Tingyu didn't react.

Why did he enter the underground palace, and why did he kill demons? Everything seemed to be hidden in the mist, and no clear conclusion could be drawn.

Xie Tingyuhun's body was wrapped in black mist. Even though Qiu Huan had the cultivation level of Wang Haichao, he could not see through this strange black mist that exuded demonic energy.

"Wang Ji is disobedient, so it's not a pity for him to die, right?" Xie Tingyu's voice was completely different from her own, low and hoarse.

The sea water hits the outside of the cave, making a crisp sound.

The sea water rose suddenly, and the water level increased so much that half of Qiu Huan's body was submerged in water.

Xie Tingyu leaned on the stone platform and looked down at him, revealing a pair of murderous eyes that were as icy cold as the water of Xuandu Sea. Qiu Huan didn't know what was going on.

He just stood in the water without any movement.

Xie Tingyu noticed that his body was shaking.

Qiu Huan's hair was gray and there was fear in his eyes. He was afraid.

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of death?

Xie Tingyu sat cross-legged with her body leaning forward a little. The shadow she was wearing became much clearer and her facial features could be vaguely seen.

But it twisted in an instant, transforming into different faces.

Thousands of people, thousands of faces. Countless different looks kept flashing on her face, real and fake, as if everything was in a dream.

Qiu Huan's mind went blank and his body suddenly froze. When he regained some consciousness, all he saw was the terrifying soul.

A gray soul suddenly rose up and rushed in front of him. Qiu Huan mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual power of Monk Wang Haichao surged to the extreme.

However, he was swallowed up by the soul, and more shadows appeared along with it.

"Who are you? You are not sent by the Demon Realm." Qiu Huan shook his dizzy head and said in a deep voice.

Xie Tingyu's voice was still pretending not to be real, "Who do you think I am?"

Xie Tingyu could feel that ever since Qiu Huan appeared, the ghost power in her spiritual sea had been vibrated by an inexplicable spiritual power. It was a familiar power, yet one that did not belong to her.

Xie Chuyang.

At this time, Xie Chuyang's murderous intent resurfaced.

Surrounded by ghostly aura, Qiu Huan could not see the scene in front of him, and the cave was sealed by Xie Tingyu.

A cold voice echoed in her mind.

'Kill him.'

"Why should I help you?" Xie Tingyu stopped moving and let Qiu Huan struggle in the ghost power. She did not choose to strengthen the power, as if she was letting Qiu Huan escape from it.

The next moment, Qiu Huan rushed out from the dark mist and glared at Xie Tingyu. Seeing this, Xie Tingyu raised the corners of his lips.

She heard the compromising voice in her mind, cold and arrogant, but she had to bow her head and beg, 'If you help me kill them, I will voluntarily submit to you.'

'Where did you come from to say "surrender"? You and I are one now. Besides, when you pretended to be a system to deceive me, did you ever think that one day you would need something from me?'

Xie Chuyang's voice paused for a long time, and Xie Tingyu stared at Qiu Huan's vicious expression, moving his crossed legs slowly, his expression not changing at all.

Until Qiu Huan's attack came, a sword energy split the black mist transformed by the ghost power.

The strong wind swept the salty smell of sea water into my nose.

Xie Tingyu raised his hand and directly grasped Qiu Huan's sword with one hand.

Her hands seemed to feel no pain, and she held the extremely sharp sword tightly in her hand, refusing to let go.

Qiu Huan thought this man was crazy.

"What is your purpose in bringing me here?" Qiu Huan narrowed his eyes, a strand of silver-white hair hung down on the side of his face, and his face looked particularly old.

Xie Tingyu stared at him for a long time before speaking.

"Promise."

Qiu Huan didn't understand what it meant, but in a flash, a dazzling red light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

His body was dragged backwards by something and he had no power to resist. He felt his body being torn apart by the powerful force.

The winter sun shines obliquely and the wind is cold.

Suddenly I was in the middle of a bustling street, with mottled snow shadows falling on my face.

Qiu Huan's heart was beating wildly without stopping for a moment, and it was beating even faster at this moment, as if it would jump out of his chest in the next moment.

A fierce heat wave swept over, and even though Qiu Huan was standing relatively far away, he was still startled by the oncoming heat wave. The scorching heat spread across his skin, causing a burning pain.

The winter snow piled up on the street melted in an instant, and red flames ignited not far away. The cold wind blew, but it was like pouring oil on the fire. The flames rolled up in an instant, and the figures standing in the fire swayed, unable to find a place to stand.

The figure was thin, and her thin clothes were ignited by the flames. She cried out in pain and was about to fall in the blue flames. Qiu Huan found it hard to believe this extremely familiar scene.

He retreated, taking several steps back.

I wanted to get away from this strange place, but was blocked by something. There was clearly nothing behind me, but I couldn't get through it.

He could only watch helplessly as the red and blue flames quickly spread to where he was.

His feet were restrained by something and he couldn't move.

The hot air was getting closer and closer. Qiu Huan took a deep breath and inhaled a mouthful of thick and smelly smoke.

"Xie Chuyang, stop playing tricks!"

Qiu Huan couldn't help but curse, his eyes fixed on the figure in the flames.

After he finished speaking, the slender figure walked out of the flames step by step, raised his head to the scorching and terrifying flames, and blue flames continued to burn on his body.

Various sharp and harsh voices were heard all around.

"You are such a jinx, you deserve to be burned to death!"

"If they stay, they will be a disaster. They must be eliminated!"

"Why are the people from Bei Ming Yun Palace still hesitating? Could it be that they are reluctant to kill this so-called genius?"

"That's right. They even invited us to come and watch. Could it be just for this? It's such a wasted trip."

Xie Chuyang understood better than anyone who these words were directed at.

When I saw this man again, I couldn't control the murderous intent. Even if the emotion leaked out a little, I couldn't suppress my rage.

Xie Chuyang was forced to live in Xie Tingyu's spiritual sea, and Xie Tingyu's body was replaced by Xie Chuyang. The greater possibility is that Xie Tingyu handed over the control of his body.

Leaving me alone as a spectator.

She held a dagger in her hand. Xie Chuyang thought about it, and then suddenly stabbed the dagger into her body. A puff of blood spilled out. At the same time, the blood threads pulled her body and her flesh was forced to wriggle. After the dagger pierced her flesh, the wound became numb and she lost all feeling.

The bloodstains soaked through his black clothes and made it hard to see clearly.

Xie Tingyu, who was originally watching the show, suddenly frowned slightly.

Xie Chuyang's move was really decisive.

Xie Chuyang used the last bit of her soul to fight with her, trying to seize control of this body.

If one is not careful, his soul will be completely shattered and he will die without a burial place. Even the last bit of his soul will be taken away by Xie Tingyu and integrated for his own use.

To Xie Tingyu, this desperate fight was more like injuring the enemy by a thousand and losing eight hundred of his own.

Xie Tingyu could not feel the pain that was sweeping over her. She and Xie Chuyang exchanged positions and situations. Xie Chuyang took over this body, so it was Xie Chuyang who should bear this pain.

Thinking of this, Xie Tingyu did not look anxious at all.

She was wandering in the sea of ​​spirits, and the ghostly aura floated over and approached her face.

She hooked her fingers and raised her hand to summon a tall shadow.

"Your Majesty."

Wuming hadn't seen Xie Tingyu for a long time. When they met again, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Xie Tingyu's aura.

Very obvious change.

The spiritual energy in the body was swept away, leaving only an impenetrable black mist.

That was all that Wuming could see. It was all that Wuming could glimpse under the cover of Xie Tingyu.

Xie Tingyu never really trusted him.

Wuming was in a trance and Xie Tingyu did not wake him up.

Instead, he lay casually in the spiritual sea. As the ghost power in the spiritual sea fluctuated, Xie Tingyu was carried around.

Her eyes were looking upward.

The scene in the spiritual sea was like a vast ocean, boundless and endless. Xie Tingyu had never seen the spiritual sea of ​​a cultivator, but the Ghost Lord and Hongxiu were all in darkness, covering the entire spiritual sea space without sunlight.

"Xie Chuyang, you can't blame me for this."

Xie Tingyu never thought that she would find her long-lost soul under such circumstances.

Desire soul.

The soul that was lost at some unknown time returned in this strange way.

And took away her body.

Xie Tingyu chuckled. What she said about her being too kind in the past was indeed true.

It is both a system and a desire spirit, its components are really complex.

Wuming was puzzled. He followed Xie Tingyu a few steps and heard Xie Tingyu's laughter. He asked, "What is the king happy about? Can you tell me about it?"

Xie Tingyu raised his head and glanced at him. Under Wuming's eyes, Xie Tingyu tilted his head and said, "Take off your hood."

Upon hearing this, even though Wuming didn't understand why Xie Tingyu gave this order, he obediently took off his hood and revealed a gloomy face.

There was a white scar across the bridge of his nose, which somewhat neutralized the cold aura emanating from him.

It adds a touch of handsomeness.

Xie Tingyu nodded.

"It's so hard to be a good person. It's better to be a bad person. No matter what you do, you will be free and worry-free." Xie Tingyu sighed, his tone was not quite right.

Wuming's fingers grabbed the fighting cape. Since he followed Xie Tingyu, not only had his strength recovered completely, but it was also showing signs of improvement.

It is just around the corner to rise from the peak of the seventh level to the eighth level.

Wuming has been trapped in the underground palace in the Western Desert for who knows how many years, and he can no longer tell the years from month to month.

All the people I remembered from the past are gone, and he is the only one left.

When he was forced to follow Xie Tingyu, he could only rely on her. He could only follow her under the pretext of being forced, even if it meant just staring at her and talking to her to relieve her boredom on weekdays.

It's all a blessing.

"If it's good to be a bad guy, then then be a bad guy. In this world of cultivation full of hypocrisy, there are no good people in the true sense." Wuming lowered his eyes and replied.

Xie Tingyu didn't expect Wuming to say such philosophical words. She was stunned for a moment, then nodded and turned her gaze to Qiu Huan.

Xie Chuyang repeatedly showed that scene in front of Qiu Huan. It was the scene where Xie Chuyang was burned to death by Qiu Huan and Xie Qingdai's evil-removing flames. Xie Chuyang's hatred was overwhelming, and even Xie Tingyu, an outsider, could feel the hatred after the despair.

"Kill them all. Kill them all."

Xie Tingyu's words echoed in the sea of ​​spirits. Xie Chuyang tilted her head, and the ghost power gathered in her palms. She peeled off Qiu Huan's star plate bit by bit.

It destroyed Qiu Huan's Wang Haichao cultivation that he was proud of.

Qiu Huan's eyes turned red. He would not feel any regret, he would only feel fear and anger. However, when facing the threat of life and death, he would kneel down and beg for mercy. It was this person who she once respected in her heart.

A tear burst out and fell into the sea.

"Tick-tock", such a tiny sound.

The illusion was suddenly shattered, Xie Chuyang raised her hand and grabbed Qiu Huan's neck. Qiu Huan's face turned red and her voice was calm.

"You will never be able to ascend to heaven in your lifetime. I want you to watch me destroy your cultivation and turn you into a useless person. I want you to watch yourself die bit by bit and tell the world about your filthy past. Even after you die, you will still be condemned by thousands of people and become a wandering ghost, never to rest in peace, until your soul is scattered and you are completely unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Qiu Huan's eyeballs bulged, veins popped out, and blood rushed back.

"Ka La"

Qiu Huan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the remaining spiritual energy in his body stagnated and turned into flying flowers that scattered all around.

Xie Chuyang sealed up a strand of soul and threw away Qiu Huan's body with a look of disgust.

His face was horrified, his body was covered with wounds from torture, and there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on his skin. Xie Chuyang threw him into the sea, and he sank to the bottom.

Xie Chuyang was still not satisfied and was in a difficult mood to calm down.

She stood there for a long time, and a ball of inky ghost power appeared at her fingertips.

Suddenly he started laughing crazily, with greed in his eyes: "From today on, this body and this power belong to me, Xie Chuyang."