Chapter 146: Taking a photo with your own "remains" is so sick...

"Xie Tingyu! You're not dead?"

Xie Qingdai gritted her teeth and stared at the figure trapped in the formation.

The face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of purple-gold eyes were revealed.

Just looking at her eyes, she doesn't look like Xie Tingyu.

But she couldn't think of anyone else except Xie Tingyu who could say such words with such familiar sarcasm.

Xie Tingyu sighed and threw the soul in her hand away. A dark light flashed in her eyes and the soul moved closer to a part of the formation.

It was the focus of the formation that was nowhere to be hidden before her eyes.

When the Bei Ming Yun Palace disciples heard the name "Qiu Huan", they all looked over subconsciously. However, before they could observe carefully, the so-called "Qiu Huan's soul" was thrown into the formation by the visitor.

Xie Qingdai said in a cold voice, "Stop."

The disciples were also hesitant at first, and it wasn't to the point where they couldn't withdraw their attacks.

Xie Tingyu could naturally sense their hostility, but she didn't care. She raised her head and took a few steps forward. "If the disaster of the Demon Abyss expands, it will inevitably affect the entire cultivation world and even the mortal world. You and Dongxuan Su Pavilion are responsible for guarding the Demon Abyss. Is this how you guard it?"

"What qualifications do you have to accuse me?" Xie Qingdai suppressed the murderous intent in her heart and clenched her hands, not knowing what was hidden in her palms.

Xie Tingyu looked up.

The sword energy formed into a formation, which could indeed trap people.

But the problem is, isn't she a human?

Xie Tingyu hooked the red thread with her fingertips. At the end of the red thread, the soul gradually solidified, and even the face became clearly visible.

You can see that the soul's pupils are blank and empty.

Just a glance and you can easily tell that someone has lost his mind.

Xie Tingyu didn't care about the whistling sword energy beside her. She walked slowly in the sword formation, the red line pulling Qiu Huan's soul, just like walking a dog.

Xie Qingdai's gaze lingered on Qiu Huan's soul for a while, her eyes were bloodshot.

She watched Xie Tingyu slowly walk out of the sword formation. The sharp sword energy never touched her from beginning to end, and she was unharmed.

Xie Qingdai closed her eyes, disgust spread in her heart, and murderous intent washed over her mind. When Xie Tingyu walked out smoothly and casually threw Qiu Huan's soul back into the sword formation, she could no longer suppress the murderous intent in her heart and suddenly swooped down.

The figure disappeared, and the next moment appeared behind Xie Tingyu.

Xie Tingyu raised her hand, and Xie Qingdai's sword stabbed into her hand.

The two fingers were clasped together, seemingly fragile, but the strong resistance within prevented the sword tip from moving forward even a bit.

Xie Qingdai's face suddenly changed, and the sword was grasped by Xie Tingyu. Xie Tingyu flicked it casually, and the sword bent and flew out suddenly.

The invisible pressure entered through the sword, and Xie Qingdai spat out a mouthful of blood.

She stared at the person in front of her in disbelief.

His face was similar to Xie Tingyu's, but overall more delicate. He had a pair of rare purple-gold eyes, and the python pattern on his black-gold python robe roared at her. After all, she was the deputy palace master of Beimingyun Palace, and with Wang Haichao's cultivation level, when she met those eyes, she subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"You are not Xie Tingyu... Who are you?"

She didn't even attack, just returning all her attacks was enough to make her miserable.

A strand of hair fell off, and Xie Tingyu saw that Xie Qingdai's black hair had become much more snowy.

The life span of a cultivator who has reached the Wang Haichao realm is at least several hundred years. People like Xie Qingdai are likely to be working hard every day for her great cause and her future.

She could give up on everyone.

Including her daughter and her partner.

Xie Tingyu suddenly laughed because Xie Qingdai laughed.

Xie Qingdai's eyes swept over Qiu Huan's soul which was trapped by the red thread behind Xie Tingyu.

Qiu Huan's soul screamed and shattered in an instant.

This time, his soul is truly scattered and completely annihilated from this world.

Xie Tingyu took back the red thread that had fallen in vain, without any surprise, "You really won't leave him behind."

Hearing this, Xie Qingdai carried the sword behind her.

Thank you for listening to the Jade Ghost's recovery and for being able to walk freely in the world of cultivation.

Xie Qingdai took one last look at the place where Qiu Huan's soul disappeared. Her expression remained unchanged. Qiu Huan's death did not bring her much emotional turmoil. "Since he has lost his mind, there is no need to suffer this torture anymore."

Hearing her say this, Xie Tingyu smacked his lips: "I'm still not as calm as you."

Xie Tingyu raised his hand and pressed down. The ground began to shake instantly. The frost that had condensed around it fell down with a "bang" sound and fell along the edge of the collapsed ground. Xie Qingdai frowned and turned around. A huge crack tore open on the ground, and the disciples around him retreated with screams.

The golden alchemy furnace appeared in front of everyone.

"Why was it opened again?"

"What exactly is the function of this alchemy furnace?"

"Why didn't we know about the existence of this alchemy furnace before? Wen Zhiyu opened it last time, and this time... I heard from the deputy palace mistress that it was Xie Tingyu. Is this true?"

A huge golden alchemy furnace appeared in phantom, and Xie Tingyu walked over despite Xie Qingdai's obstruction. Xie Qingdai was restrained aside by her spell.

Xie Qingdai said in a hoarse voice, "Don't go over there, Xie Tingyu, you deserve to die!"

"Xie Chuyang! Why don't you die peacefully? Why do you want to come back?"

She knew that Xie Qingdai hated her, but when these hateful words appeared again, Xie Tingyu herself couldn't explain what she was thinking. What she was thinking about more was the memory of Xie Chuyang that still remained in her mind.

Xie Chuyang is the incarnation of the soul of desire, which can magnify desires, whether it is the people around her or herself, it will be expanded infinitely.

To the extent that desire affects life, deviates from the original course, and brings about different outcomes.

The golden alchemy furnace was placed underground in Beiming Cloud Palace. Because of what those disciples said, Xie Tingyu confirmed that Wen Zhiyu had been there, and that this alchemy furnace was likely related to the sudden outbreak of the monster tide.

Xie Tingyu cast a spell, and a red light hit the golden alchemy furnace.

There wasn't even a scratch on the surface of the golden alchemy furnace.

Xie Tingyu looked back and saw that the excitement on Xie Qingdai's face had completely disappeared, replaced by a gloomy, cold and terrifying look.

She discovered that Xie Tingyu could not do anything with this golden alchemy furnace.

Just as Xie Tingyu was about to continue testing, she suddenly turned sideways, and a disciple rushed over and bit the place where she had just stood.

Xie Tingyu kicked him away, and then a ghost fire shot out, rolling up the corner of the disciple's clothes.

The disciple seemed to be possessed. He continued to roar and turn around in the flames. In his eyes, there was only the shadow of Xie Tingyu.

He did not struggle and seemed to feel no pain.

In an instant, roars rang out one after another, and more disciples ran out from the crowd. Some disciples were caught off guard and were thrown to the ground and bitten. The disciples who had been frightened just now reacted and hurriedly pulled away the crazy disciples, then restrained the crazy disciples and controlled the distance between them.

They only then remembered to be on guard. This is totally unlike the talented disciples from one of the five major sects. Such reaction speed is really worrying.

"Xie Qingdai, you are such a good palace mistress. You are really calculating to use the lives of the sect's disciples to exchange for your path to success."

Xie Tingyu's eyes turned cold and hard. The next moment, the sword lights in the sword formation scattered and cut through Xie Qingdai's body.

When the Bei Ming Yun Palace disciples heard Xie Tingyu's words and saw the indifferent expression of the deputy palace master, they didn't know which one to believe. Without a leader, they were completely at a loss.

Li Jue stood in the crowd, with his head lowered, looking in the direction of Xie Tingyu from time to time. Xie Tingyu's figure was reflected in his eyes. His emotions were complicated and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Xie Tingyu, the sacrifice of a few people in exchange for the peace of the whole world, do you think this transaction is worth it?"

Peace for the whole world.

Xie Tingyu's hand paused. She recalled the fragments of memory that had not yet been fully digested in her mind, remembered Wen Zhi and all kinds of strange behaviors, remembered the inexplicable words said by Hong Xiu and the ghost master, and her vision opened up in an instant.

"So they are all sacrifices?" Xie Tingyu pointed over there.

Xie Qingdai stared at Xie Tingyu's face, as if she wanted to see something on it. Xie Tingyu rolled her eyes, and red threads flew out from her fingers and entangled the frantic disciples.

No matter how hard those disciples struggled, they could not break this red line.

The other disciples of Bei Ming Yun Palace who were still maintaining normal behavior looked at each other, most of them were bewildered, "Sacrificial offering?"

"What is a sacrifice?"

"Use flesh and blood as a guide, and the sect's luck as a furnace, to refine an elixir that can save the world?" Although this method is cruel, it is indeed a method.

Xie Tingyu sighed, "I am not a good person, so I have no way to judge, but Xie Qingdai, be careful not to set yourself on fire and burn yourself to ashes."

"Xie Tingyu, look at them, this is what a genius disciple looks like, who wouldn't laugh at this?"

"Look at them, what kind of useful people can they become?"

Xie Qingdai spoke almost by shouting, her voice was extremely loud, and she didn't care about the disciples around her at all.

The disciples of Beimingyun Palace had never seen their deputy palace master accuse others so hysterically, and the target of her accusation was them.

"Everyone has a destiny. You should pray that your destiny is strong enough, otherwise it will be more than just a few white hairs."

Xie Tingyu pulled out a soul thread from Xie Qingdai's mind. Xie Qingdai couldn't resist and her eyes turned red.

The disciples of Beiming Yun Palace thought about all this, and after they figured it out, they looked at Xie Tingyu with hope.

Xie Tingyu roughly understood the function of this golden alchemy furnace. The red silk thread drilled into the hole of the alchemy furnace and pulled out strands of golden soul silk.

She flipped her fingers, and the soul threads returned to the minds of the crazy disciples. Although they were not completely sane, at least they would not go crazy suddenly.

Their souls are damaged, their veins are corroded by evil spirits, and their future cultivation will most likely stagnate, trapping them in the shackles of their current realm for the rest of their lives.

Xie Tingyu didn't even look at Xie Qingdai, turned around and left, and the disciples of Beiming Yun Palace bowed and saw him off respectfully.

Xie Tingyu returned to the vicinity of the Demon Abyss. Last time, she took advantage of the Demon-Slaying Conference to escape death. It was thought that there was a high probability that she would never return to the world of cultivation, but she came back so soon.

There is a giant sculpture at the exit of the Demon Slaying Conference. It is her image, dressed in white, holding a blood-red sword in her hand, with a firm look in her eyes and an indomitable spirit.

Xie Tingyu appeared and took a few steps over.

Lower your head and look carefully.

There is a stone placed in front of the sculpture, on which is written information about "Xie Tingyu", including her sect, her star disk talent, her natal sword, her ghost spell, and her experience.

From beginning to end, it is telling one thing - genius dies here.

Xie Tingyu: ...Should I say thank you?

She stood in front of the sculpture and suddenly took out a photo stone from her storage ring. She then stretched out her other hand, subconsciously stretched out two fingers and made a gesture.

Xie Tingyu moved the corners of his lips and showed a stiff smile: "Eggplant."

Taking a photo with your own "remains" is a magical feeling.

It's so sick.

Xie Tingyu put away the photo stone and looked up twice.

The figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The girl in red stood there in a daze, holding the spear. The girl with short hair retracted her sharp claws, walked over, patted her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I think I saw Ayu..."

"This is the eleventh time you've said you saw Ah Yu, Cheng Yan..."

"Ayu is dead."