This is the underground palace of the Wugu Sect.

After putting down Wen Shaoqing's corpse, she took advantage of the time when Wen Rong and Wu Sheng were entangled to scan the entire Wugu Sect with her spiritual sense, and then quickly arrived at the underground palace.

In the past two hundred years, she has learned a lot, including the method of making poisons, and she has become quite proficient in it. She quietly unlocked the seal of the underground palace and came to the main hall of the underground palace.

The main hall is a spacious space with densely packed coffins displayed inside. Surrounding it are statues of various gods worshipped in the Western Territory, some sitting, some standing, some with angry eyes, some holding lotus flowers. Combined with the coffins in the hall, it looks extremely eerie.

Hua Xiangwan raised her hand and waved, and the candles in the entire hall lit up. When the lights were bright, she could see the largest statue in the entire hall right in front of her.

It stands to the top, and people seem very small in front of it. The statue is a male and female god, embracing and intertwining together, and they look like one statue.

This is the Yin-Yang God worshipped by most people in the Western Territory. According to legend, this is the main god who created the Western Territory.

Hua Xiangwan looked at the coffin and confirmed the identities one by one with her spiritual sense, then sent a message to Qin Yunshang: "Found it."

Qin Yunshang stared at Wen Rong who was walking out of the Wu Gu Sect not far away, and said coldly: "I know, you must ensure their safety first."

Since the Wugu Sect is using them to refine corpses, if a real fight breaks out, they might summon the corpses of the Hehuan Palace disciples. If the corpses are destroyed, their trip would be in vain.

Hua Xiangwan responded: "Don't worry, I'll let you know once I've made the arrangements."

As she spoke, Hua Xiangwan formed seals with her hands, setting up a barrier for the entire hall. She then took out a long sword from her Qiankun bag and rubbed the blade across her palm. She chanted a spell, and every drop of blood that fell turned into a rune in the air. After a moment, she shouted softly, "Go!"

As the voice fell, blood-colored runes flew towards the coffin, stuck to it one by one, lit up on the coffin, and then sank into the wood.

After sealing the coffins with runes to ensure that the corpses were isolated from the outside world and would not be summoned by the Wulong Sect, she sat cross-legged and began to draw a circular magic circle on the ground.

The magic circle was extremely complex; every stroke was drawn with blood and infused with spiritual power from the late stage of incarnation.

Although it was the late stage of the Spiritualization, the magic circle already had the power of the Tribulation Crossing stage. Hua Xiangwan drew one stroke after another. When he drew the last few strokes, Qin Yunshang's voice rang out: "Ah Wan, Wen Rong has gone far away."

"Go ahead."

Hua Xiangwan added the final stroke and said calmly, "I'll start the battle right away."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pressed it in the center of the magic circle, and the magic circle began to expand rapidly outwards. At the same time, a transparent film appeared in the sky, responding to the magic circle on the ground and slowly connecting with it.

Wu Sheng was furious in the room. He looked at everyone coldly and shouted, "What are you doing here without even noticing someone broke in?! Why is Wen Shaoqing here? Where are the people who were originally here? Are they all dead?!"

As he spoke, he realized that something was wrong with his spiritual power. After a moment, someone shuddered and said, "The sky... the sky has changed!"

Everyone saw that the sky seemed to be covered by a thin film. Wu Sheng immediately realized that something was wrong and immediately sent a message to Mingluan Palace for help. However, his voice transmission could not penetrate the film at all. He immediately realized that something was wrong. Just as he was about to give instructions, he heard a loud "bang" from outside. Then someone rushed into the house and said anxiously: "Master, someone brought people in!"

"Who? What?"

Wu Sheng turned his head and asked in a cold voice. The disciple who rushed in gasped and answered truthfully: "She said her name is Hu Mian, and she is here to take your life."

Hearing this, Wu Sheng was stunned. After a moment, he saw a blood-red pattern appear on the film above. Light spots lit up on the pattern. Before anyone could react, the light spots suddenly turned into blood swords and rained down to the ground!

The screams instantly spread throughout the entire Wugu Sect. The senior disciples reacted and immediately activated the magic circle to resist. The sound of hacking was heard outside. Wu Sheng watched his disciples being killed by the blood sword before he reacted.

He clenched his fist, calmed himself down for a moment, and said, "Elder Qian, lead all the disciples to the main gate. Anyone who comes will be killed without mercy. The other two elders, follow me to find the person who set up the formation. As long as the formation is broken, there is nothing to fear from those who come."

As he spoke, Wu Sheng slowly calmed down. He glanced at the elders who all had their own agendas and reminded them, "The people coming tonight are from Hehuan Palace. No one can escape."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then realized why the person came.

The disciples below didn't know, but the elders knew what happened that year. Their faces turned pale. Wu Sheng calmed everyone down, waved his hand and walked towards the underground palace, saying coldly, "Let's go."

Since it was Hu Mian who came, she must have seen the past in the retrospective mirror and knew the whereabouts of the corpses of the disciples of Hehuan Palace.

Since the people who came have quietly put down Wen Shaoqing's body, they will definitely find the underground palace.

While he was summoning the refined corpse, he led the people to the underground palace.

From the ground down, there is a long and narrow corridor. Wu Sheng led two elders and a group of ferocious corpses into the corridor, and saw the corpses of disciples all over the road.

Wu Sheng pursed his lips and twisted a dharma seal on his hand. The two elders were also very nervous. To be able to come to the underground palace so silently, the other party must be above the god transformation stage, or even higher.

The three elders of Hehuan Palace are all in the Spirit Transformation Stage. But if it were those three elders, they would definitely not be able to set up the magic circle just now. But besides those three, who else in Hehuan Palace has such ability?

It's impossible that Hua Xiangwan's golden elixir is half broken, and it's even more impossible that Hua Ranyan is bedridden after failing the tribulation.

The three of them kept thinking about the possibility of the person coming. Halfway through their walk, they saw the back of a woman in a white palace dress.

Wu Sheng paused, and the three of them became alert. Wu Sheng asked respectfully, "May I ask why you dare to intrude into the Wu Gu Zong Palace?"

"Why am I here?" Hua Xiangwan slowly turned around and looked at Wu Sheng not far away, smiling slightly, "Don't you know it in your heart?"

"Hua Xiangwan?!"

Wu Sheng's eyes suddenly widened, and the moment he finished speaking, blood-red vines sprang out crazily from the ground.

The wizard reacted very quickly, he stepped back with a tap of his toes, raised his hand and summoned the corpse, which rushed forward like a madman.

Hua Xiangwan swept the sword across his palm and stared at the ferocious corpse coming towards him with a slightly cold look.

Then she swung her left hand, and a magic circle moved forward, blocking the three people's way. She swung the long sword in her right hand across, directly cutting the ferocious corpse in front of her into two halves!

Blood-colored vines rose into the air from under the feet of the witch and the other two. Magical lights flashed in their hands. The two elders controlled the vines, and the witch cast a spell towards Hua Xiangwan.

The corridor was narrow, not conducive to multi-person combat, which was a good thing for Hua Xiangwan.

Wu Sheng took a look, formed a seal with his hands, and instantly appeared behind Hua Xiangwan.

Hua Xiangwan noticed the direction of his spiritual power and followed it with vines, then turned around and chopped it down with a sword!

The long sword from Wu Sheng's sleeve flew out and he blocked Hua Xiangwan's sword head-on. At the same time, another elder swung the Daoguang in his hand towards Hua Xiangwan, forcing Hua Xiangwan to free his left hand and use a magic circle to block the elder's Daoguang.

Two people attacked from both sides, and during the stalemate, a magic circle rose from under Hua Xiangwan's feet. The three people chanted at the same time, and magic light came out like a snake, attacking Hua Xiangwan frantically. Hua Xiangwan was trapped in the magic circle, and the sword light was impenetrable, and it cut off all the light snakes that tried to rush towards her!

Her sword flashed so fast that cold sweat began to appear on the foreheads of the three men.

Wu Sheng had been injured by Xie Changji before, and just now by Wen Rong. Although he was now working together with the other two elders to trap Hua Xiangwan, he still felt exhausted.

Noticing Wu Sheng's condition, one of the elders said anxiously, "Master, she is relying on the spirit beads. She just needs to hold on for a while longer!"

"Spiritual beads?"

Hearing this, Hua Xiangwan smiled and turned around in the magic circle. The elder noticed something was wrong, but he didn't have time to react. He only heard a voice: "That really disappoints you."

As soon as the sound fell, powerful spiritual power rushed towards the surroundings and violently knocked the three people away.

Hua Xiangwan was instantly freed from his restraints. His sword was like a long dragon and his body was like a ghost. He appeared in front of the two elders with the clear light of the sword and slashed their necks neatly.

Seeing the elder being killed, Wu Sheng covered his chest and decisively turned around and ran away.

Under his control, the corpse came towards Hua Xiangwan. Hua Xiangwan let go of the man and the sword, chopping all the way. In a short while, he had cleaned up the corpse.

She held the blood-stained sword and quickly chased after Wu Sheng. Wu Sheng rushed forward like a madman. Before Hua Xiangwan could grab him, he rushed into the underground palace and turned around and shouted, "Wait!"

Hua Xiangwan stopped walking. Wu Sheng stood in front of hundreds of coffins. He gasped, "If you dare to take another step forward, I will explode my soul and destroy this place along with it!"

Hua Xiangwan said nothing. She looked at the witch not far away, thought for a moment, and then laughed: "It's been two hundred years. I never thought that you still use a sword?"

Hearing this, Wu Sheng's face turned pale. Hua Xiangwan's eyes fell on the sword he was forced to draw, as if thinking: "I'm really curious about what it feels like to be without a soul."

"What do you want to say?"

"People without love souls cannot feel the love of this world," Hua Xiangwan walked in. Wu Sheng could not help but step back and listened to Hua Xiangwan slowly speaking, "Whether it is parents, relatives, friends, wife and children, or even everything in the world, all you have left is hatred and resentment. Now that Wu Zongzhu has gained fame and fortune, I wonder how you feel?"

"Let me go." Wu Sheng panted, as if he didn't understand Hua Xiangwan's words at all. "If you want to destroy the Wugu Sect, then destroy it. I don't want anything. I will never reveal a single thing about what happened tonight. Let me go."

"Leave?" Hua Xiangwan stopped and seemed to find it funny. "Do you think I will let you go?"

Wu Sheng paused, and Hua Xiangwan continued to think: "You changed your face, massacred Duanchang Village, and refused to acknowledge your identity as Qin Xiansheng..."

"I'm not Qin Xiansheng."

"If you are not," Hua Xiangwan raised her head, "why did you change your face?"

“I didn’t change my face.”

Wu Sheng gritted his teeth. Hua Xiangwan stared at him with an unusually gentle smile on her face: "I can help you recover, and then tell Senior Sister Hu Mian what you did."

Hearing this, Wu Sheng clenched his fists, and Hua Xiangwan saw fear in his eyes.

She walked towards him and looked into his eyes. Wu Sheng looked at her warily, and then heard her ask softly, "Where did you get these eyes? Did you dig them out from someone else?"

"My senior sister dug out her own eyes because she didn't want to hurt anyone. If she knew, she would be very disappointed."

"Shut up."

"Qin Xiansheng, the person lying in the coffin now is my fellow disciple."

"I'm not Qin Xiansheng."

Wu Sheng kept emphasizing, and Hua Xiangwan chuckled: "You hurt them once, do you want to hurt them a second time? Do you regret what you exchanged for these two hundred years?"

"I said I'm not!" Wu Sheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and swung his sword, but Hua Xiangwan was faster and swung the sword down at Wu Sheng. At the same time, a ray of light flashed from his left hand and he struck Wu Sheng in the abdomen with a palm.

Fa Guang wove a web in Wu Sheng's abdomen, instantly invading his consciousness and firmly locking up his primordial embryo. Hua Xiangwan cut off Wu Sheng's long sword with one strike, and then stabbed him in the chest.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside, and the sound of Fox's sleep was heard: "A Wan? A Wan, are you okay?"

"Want to see?"

Hua Xiangwan stared at Wu Sheng and said, "Do you want me to help you restore your appearance?"

Wu Sheng trembled when he heard this and raised his head slowly: "No."

"Qin Xinsheng," he said, blood oozing out of his mouth, "died two hundred years ago."

"Why did they want to massacre the entire Chang Village?" Hua Xiangwan asked her own doubts.

The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer. Wu Sheng's eyes were filled with madness. He raised his hand to the sword and gritted his teeth: "That belongs to Qin Xiansheng."

The sword was broken.

Changed appearance.

Changed identity.

The whole village was massacred.

Everything that belonged to Qin Xiansheng was completely wiped out by him.

"Do you hate Qin Xiansheng?"

Hua Xiangwan could sense the undisguised resentment in his expression and wondered, "Why?"

Hearing this, Wu Sheng laughed. The strange lines on his face were distorted by his smile, and they intertwined with the faint mist in his eyes, making him look particularly crazy: "Because... love is his."

His voice was very soft. Hua Xiangwan was startled, then saw him suddenly retreat away from the tip of her sword.

Then he covered the wound and staggered towards the door.

There was restrained expectation and desire in his eyes. His footsteps were intertwined with Hu Mian's footsteps. When Hu Mian pushed open the door and walked in, he threw himself towards her with open arms.

He didn't use any spiritual power, nor did he have any weapons. Hua Xiangwan could see that he just wanted to hug Hu Mian.

However, the moment he pounced on her, Hu Mian did not hesitate at all and whipped her hard, whipping her away.

He was severely injured by Hu Mian's spiritual power and thrown to the ground. All his muscles and bones were broken and he lay on the ground unable to get up.

But he was still struggling, but his struggle seemed too weak, as if he was just crawling on the ground.

Hu Mian realized who this was and immediately gritted his teeth: "Wu Sheng?!"

After saying that, she rushed forward, grabbed Wu Sheng, and pinched his neck hard.

"etc!"

Hua Xiangwan spoke quickly, and Hu Mian turned around: "What's wrong?"

At that moment, Wu Sheng suddenly leaped forward and held Hu Mian tightly in his arms. Hu Mian did not hesitate and pierced his heart with a palm, angrily saying, "Let go!"

"be mine."

Wu Sheng's expression gradually faded, but there was a hint of happiness in his eyes. He looked at Hua Xiangwan and said vaguely: "It's Wu Sheng's."

This embrace has nothing to do with Qin Xiansheng, it was something he fought for with Wu Sheng.

His mind was filled with memories of "Qin Xinsheng".

His mother, his childhood friend, his fox sleep.

Although he could not experience the love and beauty, he still had a yearning and desire for it.

He doesn't understand love and kindness, he only has hatred.

He hated Qin Xiansheng because he took away all the good things of Wu Sheng.

In these two hundred years, he never had a moment of peace. He was in pain and anxiety. But until this moment, he fell asleep while hugging the fox and finally closed his eyes slowly.

Hu Mian held him in a daze. She had a feeling that something had happened, but she didn't know what was going on. She only felt tears flowing out of her left eye. She looked up at Hua Xiangwan beside her blankly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hua Xiangwan said nothing. She looked at Hu Mian, who had tears in his left eye. After a moment, she forced a smile and said, "Nothing. How is it outside?"

"Qin Yunshang is still cleaning up with people," Hu Mian responded, pushed Wu Sheng next to him, stood up, stepped on Wu Sheng's blood and walked over, saying calmly, "I'll bring people over first."

"I've got the teleportation array ready."

Hua Xiangwan glanced at the magic circle not far away and said, "Take your men and take them back."

"good."

Hu Mian nodded. She glanced at the coffins in the hall and spoke in a hoarse voice after a long while: "Senior brothers and sisters, junior brothers and sisters, Hu Mian and A Wan are here to take you back to the sect."

As he spoke, Hu Mian knelt down and kowtowed three times, then stood up and raised his hand to call Ling Bei beside him: "Carry the coffin."

The disciples responded and began to carry a coffin each, jumping into the teleportation array and leaving.

Hua Xiangwan watched as the disciples in the hall disappeared one by one with the coffins. After a moment, Qin Yunshang also came in with her people.

She was soaking wet and covered in blood. Hua Xiangwan glanced at her and asked, "How is it?"

"It's almost finishing up."

Qin Yunshang wiped her face and said, "I asked Lingbei to clean up the remaining bodies outside. There are still more than 20 disciples on the run. Lingbei is searching and should have results soon. Where's Wangxiu?"

Qin Yunshang said, turning her head to look to the side. Hu Mian patted the coffin beside him and reminded Qin Yunshang: "Here it is."

Hearing this, Qin Yunshang walked over immediately. When she reached the coffin, she paused. After a moment, she took a deep breath, walked forward, and opened the coffin.

Two hundred years have passed, but the person in the coffin has remained the same as it was two hundred years ago. His body has been carefully sewn up, and he looks like he is sleeping very peacefully.

Qin Yunshang watched quietly for a long time, then she smiled reluctantly: "I didn't dress up properly to see you, are you trying to find fault with me again? It's useless if you don't like me, I am just that ugly, just bear with it. Let's go."

Qin Yunshang closed the coffin and lifted it up in a hoarse voice: "I'll take you back."

As she said that, she turned her head and glanced at the two people beside her: "I'm leaving first."

Qin Yunshang brought Cheng Wangxiu's coffin into the teleportation array. Hu Mian also carried Xiao Wenfeng on his back, turned to look at Hua Xiangwan and said, "You take care of the rest, I'll go first..."

Before he could finish his words, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside, and Ling Bei "banged" and broke open the door and rushed into the hall.

Hua Xiangwan and Hu Mian turned around instantly and saw a figure appear at the door.

His whole body was soaked by the rain, and he held a long sword with the blade sealed with a cloth belt in his hand. His white clothes were stained with a few drops of blood, which seemed like an embellishment.

His skin was very pale, and his calm expression revealed an indescribable sickness. Ling Bei stood up coughing and turned to look at Hua Xiangwan: "Young Master suddenly appeared, and we couldn't stop him..."

"Stand back."

Xie Changji spoke coldly, without any room for negotiation in his tone.

Hua Xiangwan sensed some danger from him. Her heart was beating fast. She clenched her fists but pretended to be calm. She told Ling Bei, "Take care of the rest first, and then you can leave through the teleportation array."

"yes."

Ling Bei didn't dare to say more and quickly got up and went out.

Hu Mian glanced at the two of them and stammered, "Then...then I'll leave too."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, stepped into the teleportation array, and disappeared into the hall.

For a moment, Hua Xiangwan and Xie Changji were the only ones left in the hall. They stared at each other silently. With gods and Buddhas everywhere watching, Hua Xiangwan smiled softly.

"Ah," she seemed to be somewhat emotional, "you are here."