The sword chopped down with a startling force, and the sword energy spread across a hundred miles!

All the cultivators jumped up in shock and quickly retreated. Only Ye Zhen, the leader of the Sword Sect who was at the front, had no time to avoid it. He could only raise his sword and take the sword of the strongest man in Yunlai!

The two swords collided with each other, dust flew everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

After a moment, the dust settled, slowly revealing Ye Zhen's figure. Under the moonlight, Ye Zhen stood there holding the sword, still retaining his original appearance.

There was silence all around. After a moment, blood was seen oozing out of Ye Zhen's face. Then, with a "pop" sound, the man was split into two and fell to the ground on both sides.

This scene shocked everyone. The leader of a sect, a cultivator at the Spiritual Transformation Stage, was killed by just one sword?!

Seeing this scene, everyone wanted to retreat. Qin Yunyi saw this and immediately shouted: "Father, if you don't kill him today, you won't be able to kill him tomorrow!"

Now, just Xie Changji is so troublesome. If Hua Xiangwan succeeds in overcoming the tribulation and cannot be killed today, he will be treated like a slave in the future and will not be able to resist.

Hearing Qin Yunyi's words, Qin Fenglie immediately responded and shouted: "Form a formation!"

Hearing the call, Zhao Nan's heart sank, and he looked at Chen Shun beside him. The two understood each other's meaning, and dispersed with the other three elders. Qin Fenglie, Qin Yunyi and the other five formed a seven-man sword formation and surrounded Xie Changji.

Xie Changji's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and slowly stroked the sword, then spoke slowly: "Sword of the Heart, second move——"

"superior!"

The seven people's long swords rushed towards Xie Changji at the same time. Xie Changji's eyes were slightly cold, and he jumped high with his toes, and his body formed an arc: "Water moistens all things, and offers a rain sacrifice!"

The sword flashed, and the sword intent scattered like heavy rain.

At the same time, on the Yunfu Tower, the thunder from the sky shattered the magic weapon's barrier and finally landed on Hua Xiangwan's body!

Instantly, intense pain spread throughout Hua Xiangwan's body, and with it came layer after layer of demonic illusions.

Under the Yuan Ying stage, every heavenly tribulation is a way to temper the body and cultivate oneself, making the cultivator have a body close to that of an "immortal".

The heavenly tribulation from the infant stage to the god stage is to strengthen the strength of spiritual consciousness.

As for the transition from spiritual transformation to the heavenly tribulation of overcoming the calamity, it all depends on examining one's conscience.

When you truly transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven, you will ask this question during the heavenly tribulation.

The key to solving the problem of conscience is to break through the obstacles in your heart.

At first, she was struck by severe pain, which tried to disturb her mind. However, she was already accustomed to enduring physical pain. She didn't even need the Qingxin Jue. She just sat with her eyes closed, her mind was right and her heart was calm. Naturally, the pain could not shake her mood in the slightest.

After a while, she entered into a state of meditation and a dreamland. Thick black fog appeared around her. She walked in the dreamland and moved forward.

In front of me was a low beaded curtain, the pearls swaying and jingling in the wind.

Behind the pearl curtain, the woman clapped her hands and said happily, "Ah Wan, come here, mother."

Hua Xiangwan walked behind the beaded curtain and saw Hua Ranyan's unconcealed happy smile. Next to her sat a man whose features were very similar to Hua Xiangwan's. He looked a little weak, covered with a brocade quilt, and looked at the mother and son tenderly.

The baby, who looked less than a week old, was lying on the ground, babbling and trying to climb towards Hua Ranyan.

"Yeah, she can understand me."

Hua Ranyan turned her head and looked at the man next to her. She praised him happily like a child: "Look how smart she is."

The man smiled gently and said, "She already understood it a long time ago. You just need to repeat it every time."

"My child, am I exaggerating?"

Hua Ranyan turned her head and continued to tease the child who was crawling towards her.

Hua Xiangwan watched quietly behind the illusion, sizing up the man on the bed.

This is her father, Lord Lanting.

I heard that he and Hua Ranyan were childhood sweethearts and grew up together, but he died of an old injury that was difficult to heal before she was seven years old.

From then on, her mother shut herself in the Yunfu Tower. Since she was a child, she had to climb up the tower to see Hua Ranyan.

She hadn't seen her parents being affectionate for a long time. Watching them quietly, she felt a warm feeling spreading in her heart.

But she knew clearly that this was an illusion. She had to move forward and break it all with her own hands. She stopped for a moment and then calmly drew her sword.

The beaded curtain rang, and the family inside looked in surprise. At that moment, the sword energy burst past, and the beauty shattered to the ground, turning into nothingness.

Hua Xiangwan walked forward with a calm expression.

You cannot stay in the illusion. The longer you stay, the more damage the thunder will cause to your body. If it exceeds the limit of your body's endurance, you will be reduced to ashes.

She knew it very clearly in her heart. The dark air around her dissipated again, and she heard a loud cry: "Ah Wan!"

This time the illusion felt more real. She turned around and saw Shen Yichen running in anxiously. He grabbed her and said anxiously, "Awan! Yaoguang is outside..."

Before he finished speaking, the tip of Hua Xiangwan's sword had already pierced into his body. Shen Yichen stared at Hua Xiangwan blankly. Hua Xiangwan said calmly: "Yichen, we will see each other again."

After saying that, she drew her sword. Shen Yichen looked at her in disbelief. More and more people appeared in front of Hua Xiangwan.

Xiao Wenfeng...Qin Yinyu...Cheng Wangxiu...

She hacked and killed all the way without any hesitation or pause.

Finally, she looked up and found herself standing in the white snow, with the wind whistling past. She stood tiredly on the edge of the cliff, surrounded by the roars of ghosts and the sound of wind and snow. Xie Changji was half-kneeling in front of her, and behind him were hundreds of disciples of the Wenxin Sword lineage. He held the sword, his hand trembling slightly.

Looking at this scene, Hua Xiangwan couldn't help laughing. She turned her head to look at the familiar sea of ​​evil demons and said nonchalantly: "I can even kill my own master. Do you think I can't bear to part with him?"

"I am willing to give it up." It was as if the voices of many people merged into one person echoed in the illusion, and the other party laughed: "But what if I am willing to give it up? Aren't you afraid?"

"What am I afraid of?"

Hua Xiangwan looked at the black energy surrounding her. The black energy only had a face and a snake-like body. The face kept changing. The other party surrounded her and observed her expression: "You are afraid of being chosen."

As he spoke, he began to whisper from her waist, lingering around her and climbing up to her ear: "I'm afraid of having hope and then being disappointed. I'm afraid of repeating the same mistakes, of mistaking my intentions and trusting the wrong people."

The black energy left her and came to Xie Changji. It circled around Xie Changji and said with a smile: "You know he likes you, but he will never like you as much as you expect. One day he will choose to give up on you like he did in the past. He likes you, he liked you, he liked you back then, but what about later?"

A human face suddenly appeared in front of her, with a cold smile: "Aren't you going to jump into the realm of life and death?"

"What's the point of liking someone? You have to be killed if you deserve it. It's right to kill someone as evil as you."

"You are quite right."

Hua Xiangwan listened and chuckled, "Killing someone as evil as me is what Xie Changji should do."

Hearing this, the human face tilted his head in confusion: "Huh?"

"You miscalculated one thing."

Hua Xiangwan looked at the person in front of her, with a soft light in her eyes. She remembered the figure of the young man Xie Changji standing in front of the Hehuan Palace and refusing to retreat a single step in the illusion of the retrospective mirror.

"I was indeed afraid of being chosen, and I was also afraid of having hope and then being disappointed. But this is too insignificant in my life."

Hua Xiangwan said, stepping back: "I have more important things to do. He has chosen me before, and I have no regrets. So, I am not afraid if he doesn't have to choose me."

Because, whether he loves her or not, the ending is already determined and it has nothing to do with her.

She calmly opened her arms and, like last time, fell into the sea of ​​evil.

But unlike the last time, this time she was firm and calm like a pool of stagnant water, as if she was calmly walking towards her already destined ending.

For a moment she was confused as to whether this was an illusion or two hundred years ago.

It was at this moment of trance that she suddenly saw a man in white abandoning everything, rushing towards her from the sword array, and leaping down towards her!

The white clothes fell like a crane, and blood spread around. He stretched out his hand towards her, and Hua Xiangwan widened her eyes.

At that instant, the surroundings began to spin and everything collapsed.

The black energy laughed loudly: "So that's it! So that's it!"

Hua Xiangwan raised his sword in shock and slashed at the young man who was chasing him! However, the sword tip split Xie Changji, but it was useless, and all around him were fragments of Xie Changji.

In the Heaven Sword Sect, the heart is broken and the path is changed;

In the spirit boat, Xie Changji stood in front of the door, listening to the sound of her bathing in the room, twisting the Qingxin Jue in his hand. After hesitating for a long time, he finally turned to look at the bright moon outside the window and slowly put it down;

On the Goddess Mountain, Xie Changji was buried in the snow, lost in thought. Within his domain, he cut Wen Shaoqing into pieces, piece by piece.

In his sleep, he turned all his jealousy into a sea of ​​desire;

In the dream of the ice field, he and she were entangled tightly...

She watched him fall step by step from the snowy mountains to the mundane world of mortals, and watched him go from being an immortal revered by the world to rolling into dust.

In the underground palace of Wugu clan, under the statue of Yin and Yang, swords and blood mingled, and they fought to the death.

The night she released the ghost spirit to plant ghosts in Minghuo, he watched over her silently.

At the banquet in the Demon Palace, he listened to all the provocations from the Jade Blood God, and in the end he only asked her one question: "Back then, you really liked Xie Changji, right?"

She stared at the images blankly, sinking all the way down, and the dark energy began to laugh.

"I didn't lie to you."

It followed her all the way down: "It's all true. He gave more than you could imagine, but you couldn't give him anything."

"From the beginning, you knew you were going to die, so you lived towards death. All the past and illusions could not trap you. You are not afraid of death, loss, being chosen, or being rejected. This is your courage. But what about Xie Changji?"

The black face came close to her and transformed into Xie Changji's appearance: "Everyone will live because of your death. But if you die, what about Xie Changji?"

"Look at him—"

The scene inside Yunfu Tower appeared around him, where Xie Changji questioned Kunxuzi and Su Luoming.

"Whether he becomes a god or a demon, or follows the righteous path or the evil path, all I want is for Hua Xiangwan to live well."

"Changji feels ashamed of his master, so I will leave today. I will thank Changji for what he did in the Western Territory in the future. It has nothing to do with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Hearing this, Hua Xiangwan's eyes widened.

"How can he be said to have broken his heart and changed his path?" The black spirit laughed loudly, "He has fallen from the path!"

"For you, he ruined his future and betrayed the sect. If you die, what about him?"

"But if you don't die, these two hundred years -" the black face whispered in her ear, "you, Qin Yunshang, Xue Zidan, Lingbei... everything you have done, isn't it all in vain?"

"So you are afraid," the black spirit said with a bit of sympathy, "You are not afraid of being abandoned, you are not afraid of being chosen, what you are afraid of is——"

"To be loved."

The moment these words were spoken, thunder exploded in the sky. In an instant, Hua Xiangwan saw Xie Changji, a man in white clothes with red eyes, holding the sword of conscience in his hand, and with corpses lying on the ground under his feet.

He was surrounded by murder and evil, with monks from Yunlai and the western border surrounding him. With the pressure of the Heavenly Dao above him, his sword was chopped into blood.

Then, thunder roared from the sky, and countless people flew forward. In the sea of ​​corpses and blood, everyone shouted, "Kill—Xie Changji!"

"God bless you, kill the evil demon - Xie Changji!"

The young man in white listened to this without changing his expression. He raised his sword in the thunder, tilted his head slightly, with some confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, and could not speak a complete sentence.

"Wanwan, I like you, thank you Changji."

"No……"

Seeing this scene, Hua Xiangwan could no longer hold back and suddenly rushed forward, screaming in shock: "Stop! Xie Changji! Stop!"

She couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion. She felt the bloody smell around her was so real, and the person not far away was really standing in front of her. She ran forward and screamed, "Xie Changji, stop!"

At this moment, a thunderbolt as strong as the tower itself struck down from the Yunfu Tower.

Qin Yunyi was knocked to the ground by Xie Changji's sword. Noticing the change in the thunderbolt, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said happily: "Hua Xiangwan can't survive this heavenly calamity!"

Hearing this, Xie Changji turned around and glanced at the Yunfu Tower, and saw Bai Zhuyue leading his men rushing over.

Such thunder was obviously caused by the person undergoing the tribulation being unable to control his state of mind and sinking into an illusion.

Even he - or any other monk in the world - would find it difficult to resist.

He frowned slightly, but did not take a step back. He raised his sword and swooped down towards Qin Fenglie. At the same time, everyone saw a transparent soul separate from his body. The moment it came into contact with the moonlight, the soul turned into a physical body, like two Xie Changji.

One of them stepped forward to stop Qin Fenglie and others, while the other went up diagonally to face the thunder tribulation from above.

"It's the incarnation of the God."

Zhao Nan recognized it immediately and shouted loudly.

After a cultivator achieves spiritual enlightenment, the primordial spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness will condense into an avatar that can separate from his physical body. However, once the avatar leaves the body, the cultivation level of the original body will immediately drop a lot.

This also means that this is the best opportunity to attack Xie Changji!

Qin Fenglie did not hesitate at all. He gathered spiritual power in the heavy sword in his hand and chopped it down fiercely at Xie Changji.

Qin Yunyi also got up and immediately attacked the Hehuan Palace barrier with a sword!

At this time, Xie Changji's clone also reached the top of the tower, swung his sword across, and cut off the thunder!

The thunder from the sky was disturbed by someone and immediately doubled in thickness as it smashed down. Xie Changji drew the thunder to his entire body and used his body to withstand the punishment from heaven.

Severe pain rushed into this spirit, and Xie Changji's body was also affected. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly. Qin Fenglie noticed his weakness and immediately became happy: "Why, you haven't used the last sword yet?"

As he spoke, the heavy sword came down with tremendous spiritual power. Xie Changji did not dare to take it head-on, so he stepped on the tiptoes and fell back. Seeing this, Chen Shun and Zhao Nan teamed up to attack him from behind!

Six people formed a sword formation and surrounded him, and the sword light flowed around him without a break.

Qin Fenglie's heavy sword was strong and fierce, and the surrounding flying swords were nimble and agile. The combination of movement and stillness strangled him in the middle.

Xie Changji dodged the sword array while resisting the heavy blows from the thunder.

Qin Yunyi slashed at the Hehuan Palace barrier with one sword after another, while the three elders, Yungu, Menggu and Yugu, tried their best to maintain the barrier.

During the confrontation between the two sides, Qin Yunyi laughed loudly: "Do you think that you three garbage gods can stop me?"

As he spoke, Qin Yunyi raised his sword and shouted, "Disciple, help me!"

As the voice fell, all the disciples of Mingluan Palace raised their swords and followed Qin Yunyi's fierce sword strike, slamming into the barrier!

For two hundred years, Mingluan Palace has occupied the spiritual vein resources, and all the disciples are extremely outstanding. With the power of the sect, he swung his sword and the barrier of Hehuan Palace shattered in an instant.

Hu Mian opened his eyes wide, no longer wanting to fight, he quickly retreated and raised his hands to blast out a magic circle, trying to block in front of everyone.

However, just as she opened the magic circle, Qin Yunyi slashed down with a sword and shouted: "Pay your life!"

The sword struck the magic circle, which shattered instantly. Hu Mian was blown away by the sword energy. Xue Zidan hurried forward, held her tightly, and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

Before Hu Mian could say anything, he saw the disciples of Mingluan Palace rushing down like a blanket.

The morale of the Mingluan Palace disciples was greatly boosted. Qin Yunyi pointed the tip of his sword directly at the city gate and shouted, "Kill!"

Hearing this, the disciples of Mingluan Palace shouted three times: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The crowd came in waves. Lingnan held the sword nervously, and he and Lingbei led the disciples to block the palace gate.

Xie Changji heard the sound and swung his sword downwards, trying to block the disciples' way forward.

Qin Fenglie saw his intention and slashed with his sword, colliding with Xie Changji's sword intent.

The sword power exploded high up in the air, and the disciples below also gathered together like two waves.

Qin Fenglie swung his sword once, and then followed up with the second sword. The heavy sword chopped down towards Xie Changji. This time his sword came extremely fast, as if he was using all his strength.

"Without the last sword, do you still want to defeat me after splitting your mind out of your body?!"

The heavy sword was coming faster and faster, and at the same time, hundreds of moves were coming.

Xie Changji's expression was calm. He calmly dodged the sharp sword that was attacking from the side, and his sword collided with Qin Fenglie's sword.

"Just watch."

Qin Fenglie laughed, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "We couldn't defend Hehuan Palace back then, and we can't defend it now either!"

Xie Changji said nothing. He used his clone to resist the thunder and pray for a glimmer of hope for Hua Xiangwan.

In the illusion, Hua Xiangwan fell into the endless darkness.

She no longer knew where she was and was completely lost.

There was endless darkness all around her, and she was falling all the way down.

She had no courage to move forward, no ability to think clearly, she was completely lost in the illusion, but she didn't know why, and she never reached the end.

"Ah Wan."

Someone cried out softly, and she looked up in confusion.

Who is it?

"Wanwan." The other party's voice came again, as if many voices were mixed together.

A hand like a sculpture of white jade reached out from the void and slowly reached towards her.

"Flowers to the evening."

He was calling her.

Who is it?

Who wants to keep her?

She listened to his voice, reached out absentmindedly, and their fingertips touched, their hands.

A soul with white light slowly emerged from the darkness, and the white silk hair tie and white clothes glowed in the darkness.

"Wanwan," Xie Changji's voice came. Hua Xiangwan stared at him blankly and listened to him say, "Survive."

Hua Xiangwan was speechless. She looked at the young man's firm and calm eyes. He was gentle and broad, like the deep sea under the moon, swallowing up her will bit by bit.

"I'll accompany you."

Survive and I'll be with you.

In an instant, the wind and snow broke through the illusion. Her parents were waiting, her relatives and friends were protecting her, and finally Xie Changji's figures appeared before her one by one.

The young man stood guard outside the door at night, accompanying him all the way.

He always stood behind her. When she turned around, she saw him. Everywhere she looked was him.

"Xie Changji..."

"Survive."

He said in a clear voice: "Survive."

Choosing to die is a kind of courage, and choosing to live is even more brave.

She could die calmly, but if she lived... she could live. She was born, raised by her parents, and protected by her relatives and friends, not to die in this world.

He was with her, so why couldn't she just live her life to the fullest?

She saw the albizzia flowers floating in the wind, saw the people from her own sect who had passed away, saw Shen Yichen, saw the elders, Lingnan, and Lingbei.

They walked forward, looking at her with smiles on their faces.

Is death the only solution?

She is still alive, still alive, so she should strive forward all the way, not giving up any hope. She will kill anyone who stands in her way, and she will chop up anyone who stands in her way.

Her sword is indestructible, her weapon is strong and powerful.

She seeks the way of the strong, not to seek death, but to live, and live well.

She had been able to keep going when she was walking alone, so why couldn't she keep going now that he was with her?

She held the other person's hand tightly, and under the other person's clear eyes, she was pulled out of the mud little by little.

She looked at the phantom in front of her. It transformed into countless faces, and finally stopped at Xie Changji's appearance.

He is still waiting for her.

He wanted her to live.

She has to live.

As the thought came to mind, the thunderstorm on top of the tower became increasingly powerful.

The thunder was like a punishment from heaven, pouring down like a waterfall. In an instant, Xie Changji could no longer hold on. His clone suddenly shattered in the thunder and turned into ashes. The thunder finally struck Hua Xiangwan again. Xie Changji spat out blood and turned back without hesitation.

However, now that things have come to this, how could Qin Fenglie miss this opportunity? He shouted "Yunyi!" and then Qin Yunyi and other tribulation-crossing monks instantly stood in front of Xie Changji, while Qin Fenglie followed closely and chopped him down with a sword!

Xie Changji turned around to block Qin Fenglie's heavy sword, and his spiritual power exploded, resisting the sneak attack from several people behind him.

"What are you fighting for? You don't have the last sword, right? Who can you protect?"

Qin Fenglie looked at Xie Changji and sneered: "She is going to die anyway. If she dies, you have to die too."

"She won't die."

Xie Changji spoke calmly.

He couldn't let her die.

Flowers bloom in the evening.

She has to live.

Live well.

He would guard the Hehuan Palace for her and accompany her in revenge. He had lost her for two hundred years, and he would use the rest of his life to heal the wounds of these two hundred years.

He would not let her be humiliated, humbled, lose her loved one, or be powerless.

He doesn't have the last sword.

So what?

Xie Changji tightly grasped the Sword of Questioning Heart, with dark red flowing in his eyes.

"What if there is no final strike of the Sword of Conscience?"

Xie Changji and Qin Fenglie's swords collided heavily. Qin Fenglie saw the red in his eyes and the shock on his face. Then he saw black air surging around him. Ghosts and monsters seemed to be summoned by him and rushed towards him from all directions.

He swung his sword fiercely at Qin Fenglie, but Qin Fenglie didn't dare to make contact with him after sensing the sword's intent. He quickly retreated and saw the young man's white clothes stained with blood in the morning light, with a look of determination to sink to the end.

“If a god cannot protect me—” He stroked the sword with his palm, blood dripped from the sword, and his eyes gradually turned from dark red to bright red as he moved. The earth trembled, and evil energy came from all around and poured into the sword.

"I can become a demon right now."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his sword.

The sword was surrounded by demonic energy, and he stared straight ahead.

If you strike with this sword, you will become a demon and sink into hell, never to return.

Qin Fenglie saw this and shouted without hesitation: "Yun Yi, help me!"

Hearing this, Qin Yunyi and the others jumped behind Qin Fenglie, forming a sword formation. The power of all swords was concentrated on Qin Fenglie's heavy sword. Qin Fenglie raised his hand, and the sword poured down like a river in the sky, slashing fiercely towards Xie Changji.

Xie Changji's expression remained unchanged. Amidst the dark clouds, he looked at the majestic sword intent coming towards him. Just as he was about to chop it down with his sword, he heard a loud "bang" from inside the Yunfu Tower!

Powerful spiritual energy shook out from the Yunfu Tower and collided with Qin Fenglie's sword intent.

Amid the strong wind, Xie Changji was slightly stunned, and then he felt a pair of soft hands coming from behind him.

Her hand was in his, and together they held the Sword of Conscience. The heavenly thunder was drawn to the sword, and the evil spirit was driven away by it.

"Why would I need the last blow to kill you?"

Hua Xiangwan's voice rang in Xie Changji's ears. The two of them intertwined their fingers and held a sword together. The heavenly thunder entered the sword body and struck Qin Fenglie fiercely in the morning light.

Qin Fenglie widened his eyes, his spiritual energy surged, but the combined strength of the two Tribulation Crossing Stage swordsmen was by no means something that could be imitated by ordinary swordsmanship.

The spiritual energy around him collided with the sword and blasted out in a hundred miles radius!

The white light rose, and everyone in the white light could not see anything at all. The wind was blowing wildly, and pressure was overflowing. It seemed that the rules of the world were reshaped and turned into nothingness in the white light.

Zhao Nan, Chen Shun and other monks who were undergoing tribulation realized that something was wrong at the first moment and fled instantly.

When the white light disappeared and the wind stopped and the clouds ceased, except for Qin Fenglie, all the monks who had transcended the tribulation in Mingluan Palace had escaped without a trace.

Qin Fenglie glared angrily and stood there holding the sword.

Everyone stared blankly at the former number one master in the Western Territory standing in the wind. After a moment, his knees gave way and he fell to the ground, then he hit the ground heavily with a muffled sound.

The sword fell and the man left in silence.