Chapter 368 Lingxiang is in danger of falling into a recurring dream
"No--!"
Just as Yinghuan was about to punch Lingxiang in the face, a loud shout suddenly came from the air, forcing her to stop.
This sound...
It’s Ophiopogon japonicus!
Lingxiang took the opportunity to avoid him and called out Maidong's name to everyone around.
Yes, yes, this is not just a duel between himself. Deep down in his heart, Maidong must also be competing with Yinghuan. This has never stopped for three years.
If that's the case, then we can't give up on her!
Sometimes, the power of language is often the most immeasurable.
So Lingxiang shouted with all her might, expressing her guilt towards Maidong, trying to give Maidong some strength with these words.
The murder of Master Zhao Ming had been lingering in Lingxiang's heart for many years. She initially hated Mai Dong, but after arriving in the Demon Realm and spending so much time together, she began to understand more.
Maidong is also heartbroken! Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his mind and become so crazy.
Although Master Zhaoming seems to be the strictest among Lingxiang's senior brothers, he also loves Lingxiang and Maidong the most. Every time the two make a mistake, he is the one who scolds them the most, but he is also the one who protects them the most. Compared with Maidong's real master, Master Fuyin, he can be said to be even worse.
It is true that Maidong sometimes does not know the seriousness of the matter, but she would never do such a thing as harming her teacher. Even if Maidong was indeed wrong that day, such an unjust and unreasonable thing cannot be forced upon her.
The person is gone, and the living is gone!
That's why Lingxiang has spared no effort to find Maidong over the years, hoping to make up for the guilt in her heart.
Lingxiang always felt that if she had been more rational at the time, Maidong might not have fallen into the demon world. If she had stayed in the Yuanqing Sect, she would definitely have been properly taken care of, and those old antiques would not have let her become what she is now.
But there are not so many ifs in this world, and nothing can start over again, so the only thing Lingxiang can do now is to try her best to find the kind, innocent and lively Maidong again.
Yinghua was genuinely surprised. She knew Lingxiang had a loud voice, but she hadn't thought it could be this loud. She couldn't hear any other voices around her, and the echo was irritating her to no end. Though she was surprised for a moment, she immediately struck again, ready to finish Lingxiang off.
Lingxiang was so focused on saving Maidong at this moment that she couldn't care less about Yinghua standing beside her. Yinghua's palm was about to strike Lingxiang, and this palm would definitely damage Lingxiang's consciousness.
At this critical moment, the surroundings began to shake violently, and the surrounding scenery began to fall for no reason. Streams of black water poured in, and the Wuji Palace collapsed in the chaos.
"Oh no!" Lingxiang shouted.
It's collapse!
Seeing this situation, Yinghuan was afraid of being implicated and left early. Now standing behind Lingxiang was Maidong with a wooden face, or to be more precise, it was Maidong's memory.
Lingxiang knew that it was not that she didn't want to comfort her. The collapse here would definitely involve her sea of consciousness, but if she didn't leave now, she would definitely be affected.
Lingxiang was in a dilemma and hesitated, but after seeing Maidong's confused look, she made up her mind.
Even if I will perish here today, I can't give up on her. I have to try no matter what!
Lingxiang staggered closer to Maidong and spoke with difficulty to comfort her: "Maidong, Maidong, this is all a dream, it's not real. Don't worry about it and hurt yourself..."
Amidst the words of comfort, Lingxiang finally reached Maidong and raised her hand to hold her shoulders.
But when the incense touched Mai Dong's body, Mai Dong seemed to wake up and responded:
"But all this really happened, didn't it?"
Lingxiang was stunned: "Maidong...you..."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. The cracked ground and the rubble floating in the air, everything was still, as if time had stopped.
Looking around, Lingxiang suddenly felt uneasy, but before she could come to her senses, the cracks in the rubble and the huge Wuji Palace suddenly stood up again.
At this moment, it was as if time had gone back. Lingxiang really didn't know what had happened, and Maidong, who was originally in front of her, suddenly disappeared.
Could it be that Maidong's consciousness has revived?
In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
The disciples who were lying on the ground before are now sitting upright, scattered in various positions, pinching their fingers and guarding the Wuji Palace. Outside the door of the Wuji Palace is that familiar figure.
"Senior Brother Zhao Ming..."
Lingxiang looked at it blankly, her eyes filled with tears.
Even though she knew that this was just Maidong's memory, Lingxiang still couldn't help herself when she saw Master Zhaoming again. How could she have the mind to find out why it turned out like this?
How she wanted to rush forward and pull Fifth Brother's beard. How she wanted to see him with a serious face again, scolding her for her mischief!
Lingxiang couldn't help but step forward, but just as she took a step, she felt a murderous aura behind her. Looking back, she saw that the person coming was none other than Maidong!
Maidong held a sword, his eyes were sharp and his face was gloomy. He faced one person every ten steps, blood splattered like flowers, without any hesitation.
Lingxiang had no time to investigate the reason, so she could only run towards Maidong with all her might, trying to stop her from killing. But for some reason, she always passed by her inexplicably when she was about to touch her. After several attempts, she was fruitless.
Seeing Maidong pierce through the spiritual platform of Master Zhaoming with one palm and pull out his heart, Lingxiang was extremely desperate, but helpless. She sat down on the ground in tears.
But it didn't stop...
Maidong crushed Master Zhaoming's heart with one hand, turned his head to look at Lingxiang, his eyes were red and his expression was crazy.
Lingxiang's eyes were filled with tears as she watched Maidong slowly approaching her step by step, but she didn't have the strength to dodge.
After an unknown amount of time, the two finally came close to each other. Lingxiang looked up at Maidong, and saw blood stains on his familiar face.
They just stared at each other, motionless, as if everything had stopped.
A gust of wind blew, ruffling the two people's hair, outlining a desolate picture.
Maidong raised his sword, the sword light was dazzling, and it pointed directly at Lingxiang.
Lingxiang closed her eyes slightly, as if avoiding the sword light, but also as if waiting for the sword to fall.
But nothing happened...
Lingxiang opened her eyes again, and everything was back to how it had been before. All the disciples were sitting at attention, forming hand gestures in their respective formations. In front of the Wuji Hall stood the Immortal Zhao Ming, who had just been killed by Mai Dong...
A murderous aura suddenly came, it was Ophiopogon again!
Oh no!
Lingxiang was horrified.
It's a recurring nightmare.
I thought that Maidong's memory had been restored, but I didn't expect that it was just a recurring nightmare.
That is the precursor to the collapse of spiritual consciousness!
Maidong will keep repeating this painful memory until his consciousness completely collapses, and Lingxiang will also fall into Maidong's nightmare and will never be able to escape!
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