"You..." She was somewhat helpless, "You knew he was going to die?"

"You're not going to kill him?"

Xie Changji raised his eyes, and Hua Xiangwan smiled: "Planning... of course it is a plan. But can I kill him if I want to?"

Xie Changji didn't say anything. Hua Xiangwan felt something was wrong and quickly covered his mouth: "Okay, okay, I know you can do it, but the Demon Lord is still useful to me. Don't worry about it for now. I'll call you when the time comes."

"Um."

Xie Changji lowered his eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing that he completely accepted her plan, Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but laugh: "I thought he wouldn't agree."

"Why?"

"I thought you were going to tell me that you were going to help me kill everyone." Hua Xiangwan joked.

Xie Changji shook his head when he heard this.

"I can't help you with everything."

The most taboo thing for those who practice Taoism in a serious sect is taking shortcuts.

Everything in the world is a test. If your mindset is not right, you will pay for it all when the calamity strikes.

Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but tease him when she heard his words, "As if you can help me if I want to. Do you think all the monks in the Western Territory are stupid?"

"Nothing will happen to you in the end."

Xie Changji always spoke cautiously and would not speak unless he was sure.

As soon as Hua Xiangwan heard this, she knew that he must have made some comparisons in his mind, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on the sword hanging on his waist.

She wanted to speak, but was afraid of displeasing him.

If his heart was broken and he changed his ways... he would no longer be a practitioner of the Sword of Inquiry. Then he would probably never be able to use the Sword of Inquiry's final move, the Supreme Forgetfulness, which had once shocked both places.

For a sword practitioner, the difference in strength between being able to comprehend the last sword move and being able to do so is as huge as the difference between heaven and earth.

Without the last sword, Xie Changji would no longer be the Xie Changji who could destroy a sect and slaughter an entire world with one sword.

Thinking of this, Hua Xiangwan forced herself to look away so that Xie Changji wouldn't notice anything unusual. However, Xie Changji seemed to know exactly what she was thinking and said, "That wasn't the real last sword."

"What?"

Hua Xiangwan was puzzled, and Xie Changji explained: "I have been unable to ascend for two hundred years and have been trapped in this world. Therefore, this is not my last sword. There is no need to feel guilty or regretful."

Hua Xiangwan listened to Xie Changji's words and began to understand a little. Xie Changji's last sword strike was a sword strike that he forced her to comprehend under the influence of the Jueqing Pill.

But without a sword that can truly penetrate one's inner heart, it is definitely not a swordsman's true final sword.

And when he said, "No need to feel guilty, no need to feel regretful," it was not he who was comforted, but her.

Although he is slower than ordinary people in understanding emotions, he is so sensitive and considerate in everything. It is no wonder that she liked him when she was young.

Seeing that she was silent, Xie Changji thought for a moment and changed the subject: "Why doesn't Minghuo want everyone to see his sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Well," Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but feel a little proud when he mentioned this, "No one can stand this. Let me give you an example." Hua Xiangwan moved closer to him and said with a smile, "If you eavesdropped on me taking a bath, would you let me know?"

Xie Changji paused and said nothing.

He pretended to be calm and turned to look at her Qiankun bag, and asked, "When did you find a magic weapon that can show the images of the sea of ​​consciousness to everyone?"

This kind of magic weapon is unheard of. If it exists, it must be a heavenly magic weapon.

"Oh, of course I don't have one," Hua Xiangwan said confidently. Xie Changji was a little confused, and then he saw Hua Xiangwan holding up a night-shining pearl and said frankly, "It is a night-shining pearl."

Xie Changji was stunned, and Hua Xiangwan explained seriously: "I knew he wouldn't dare to cheat him."

"Then," Xie Changji pondered, "what happens next? Minghuo can't kill Wenrong."

"He can't be killed," Hua Xiangwan laughed, "but many hands make light work."

"Wait."

Hua Xiangwan turned her head and looked out the window: "Soon, he will take the initiative to look for me."

The Demon Palace stayed awake all night, and except for the Hehuan Palace, all other sects stayed awake all night.

Everyone was discussing the destruction of the Yin Yang Sect and the Wu Gu Sect, while Qin Fenglie went to the Wu Gu Sect personally to check out the situation.

Qin Yunyi sat in the room, Ming Huo knelt in front of her. Qin Yunyi looked at him coldly: "Do you really want to die?"

Ming Huo pursed his lips and remained motionless. Qin Yunyi stepped forward and slapped him hard on the face: "Do you think you are something just because you have reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage?!"

Ming Huo's face was twisted by her blow, and blood flowed from his lips. He turned his head calmly and whispered, "Master, please don't be angry. My hand hurts."

"Are you lying to me?"

Qin Yunyi came up to him and asked, "Did you kill Wen Shaoqing?!"

"no."

Ming Huo spoke calmly, and Qin Yunyi stared at him: "Why did you give up such a good opportunity? People in the Western Territory have seen all kinds of dirty things, what is there to be ashamed of in you?!"

Minghuo's eyes moved slightly, and Qin Yunyi shouted in a low voice: "Speak!"

"I will kill Wen Rong."

Ming Huo didn't dare to look at her, he lowered his eyes and whispered, "Master, don't be angry."

Qin Yunyi didn't say anything, she just looked at the young man in front of her.

He couldn't beat Wen Rong. Once he got on the stage of life and death, life or death didn't matter. With Wen Rong's strength, he would only die.

It's not like she hadn't thought about his death before, but now that she knew clearly that he was going to die, she felt a little angry.

The dog she raised was actually going to be killed by Wen Rong?

She stared at him and raised her hand to touch the lines on his face.

He had an extremely pale face, like a canvas, with the Onmyoji clan's family crest painted on his face, making him look particularly gloomy and weird.

But it can still be seen that he was originally a young man with extremely handsome features.

Her fingers lightly brushed over his lines, and Minghuo felt the numbness brought by her fingertips, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Qin Yunyi's fingertips moved all the way down, and Minghuo's breathing became heavier. Qin Yunyi paused. After a long time, she lowered her head and spoke softly: "Get out of here, leave tonight. If you can't win, at least live and be my dog."

Ming Huo was stunned by this sentence. Qin Yunyi raised her eyes. The two were very close to each other. Qin Yunyi said coldly: "If you can win," she said seriously, "I can grant you a wish."

Ming Huo said nothing. He clenched his fist silently and said, "What is your wish?"

Qin Yunyi laughed, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "Anything is fine."

Then, she kicked the man away and walked out the door: "Get lost."

As soon as she walked out, Minghuo's eyes turned cold.

He wants to win.

Not only did he have to survive, he had to win.

This is his closest chance to God, and he must win at all costs!

He knelt on the ground and thought for a long time, set up a barrier, then dripped blood onto the ground and closed his eyes.

The blood fell into the mud and formed a blood-colored magic circle. He trembled slightly and chanted the spell to summon the evil spirit.

Two hundred years ago, there was an evil demon called "魊" that roamed the two lands of Yunlai and the west. It could quickly enhance the strength of people or monks, but the price was that after the wish was fulfilled, they would gradually lose their minds, do evil in the world, and become the food of the 魊 spirit.

When the Gu Ling was born, it relied on the power gained by the "Gu" from doing evil in the world to make it more and more powerful. Finally, with the cooperation of the monks in this world, it opened the boundary between life and death and released the masters of these "Gu", the Gu Ling.

The technique of summoning "魊" has not been used for many years. He doesn't know if he can still summon such an evil demon now, but this is his only way out.

Drop by drop, the blood formed a magic circle, and Hua Xiangwan, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

The thing sealed in the sea of ​​consciousness began to move, as if inspired by someone. She got up quietly, put on a black robe, looked back at Xie Changji who was sleeping soundly, turned around and walked out.

As soon as he left, Xie Changji immediately opened his eyes and sat up.

The Sword of Conscience appeared in his hand. It seemed to sense something and trembled wildly.

He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then rushed out grabbing the Sword of Integrity, and after a few jumps he reached the rooftop not far from the backyard.

On the roof, a young man with half of his face covered by a golden mask was running towards the Mingluan Palace courtyard. Xie Changji faced him with a sword, and the man turned the folding fan in his hand, and the Dharma light also rushed towards Xie Changji.

The sword light and magic light collided with each other, and both of them were pulled into each other's territory in an instant.

If a low-level cultivator is pulled into the domain of a Tribulation-crossing cultivator, he will be at the mercy of others. However, if two Tribulation-crossing cultivators of equal strength expand their domains at the same time, both of them will enter another space almost at the same time.

Realizing this, the opponent had no desire to fight anymore, and quickly withdrew his domain and retreated quickly. However, Xie Changji pursued him relentlessly, with a sword that was like an arc of light and a full moon, breaking through the air. The long sword approached the young man and instantly turned into countless swords of light that strangled and killed him, like a dense mass of golden snakes entwined around his body.

The young man's magic circle turned and collided with the lightsaber. Xie Changji moved very quickly and appeared behind him in an instant. He swung his long sword fiercely -

Heads fell.

Although he received this fatal injury, not a drop of blood shed. His whole body instantly turned into a talisman paper cut in two and floated down.

"Oh my," a voice that was indistinguishable between male and female floated in Xie Changji's ears, "Xie Daojun, are you here to exorcise demons, or have you become a demon? Are you going to ignore the appearance of a demon spirit?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of evil spirit rose into the sky. Xie Changji turned his head to look in the direction of the evil spirit, and the Sword of Questioning in his hand shook violently.

He held the sword and looked for a long time, then finally sheathed it and turned around.

******

While Xie Changji was fighting, in Minghuo's room, he looked at the blood flowing on the ground and kept chanting the summoning spell.

He has to win.

No matter what the cost.

The obsession lingered around him for a long time, and after a while, he felt the spiritual energy around him fluctuate, and a figure slowly emerged in the darkness.

He stopped chanting the spell and slowly raised his head. He saw the woman hidden in the black robe and spoke in a low voice: "You summoned me?"

"yes."

Minghuo stared at her: "I want it."

"Qiang, parasitizing others can help you quickly improve your cultivation to the peak," the woman's voice could not be heard in its specific tone, and she smiled a little, "but as a price, all your cultivation will eventually become nourishment for the Qian spirit. Are you willing to provide it for me?"

"As long as you help me kill Wen Rong," Ming Huo said coldly, "I'm willing."

The woman chuckled, and after a moment, she stretched out her hand and placed it on Minghuo's forehead: "I hope you won't regret it."

The moment she finished speaking, the evil spirit belonging to the ghost exploded in the woman's body!

The birds around flew up in fright, and all the cultivators instantly looked in the direction where the evil energy was rising into the sky. In the vortex of this spiritual power fluctuation, the black energy penetrated into Minghuo's brow, and a powerful force accompanied by severe pain instantly filled his body. The black energy lingered around his sea of ​​consciousness, and when the woman withdrew her hand, Minghuo fell to his knees and crawled on the ground, gasping for breath.

"I have placed a seal on you, encasing it in the sea of ​​consciousness."

The woman said in a cold voice: "Ordinary people cannot detect it. When you remove the seal, it will come out immediately. Wen Rong is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Tribulation Crossing. There is no result if you fight her head-on. You only have one chance to kill her."

As she spoke, footsteps were heard nearby, and the woman's figure gradually disappeared: "Seize the opportunity, Minghuo."

After saying this, the woman completely disappeared from the spot. Minghuo raised his head, listened to the footsteps coming from outside the door, quickly destroyed all traces of the scene with his spiritual power, and then sat cross-legged on the cushion.

When the guard suddenly pushed the door open, he looked on indifferently, and the pressure of the Tribulation Stage was instantly suppressed, and he said coldly: "What's the matter?"

After taking care of everything, Hua Xiangwan returned to the room. Xie Changji was still asleep. Hua Xiangwan looked at his sleeping face and couldn't help but reach out to touch his hair, then quietly got into the quilt.

As soon as she moved, she heard Xie Changji speak: "Are you back?"

Her movements were slightly stiff, and she suddenly felt as if someone had caught her. Xie Changji closed his eyes, took her into his arms, covered her with a blanket, and said softly, "Go to sleep."