Chapter 366 Killing Three Birds with One Stone
"Stop him!" Jiang Xianwan withstood another heavenly punishment, his blood surging, his urgent voice already hoarse and trembling.
The flowers must not die!
They must not die!
Her eyes, illuminated by the purple lightning, seemed somewhat mesmerizing, but she dared not look at Hua Buxiu's expression. She abruptly turned her head to the side, halting her movement as she tried to approach the Underworld Tomb.
"I need you to protect them and the twins!"
This is divine punishment.
She wasn't the only one punished.
They are also twins whose fates were defied by her!
The tomb mound's footsteps abruptly halted, and the fluttering hem of his dark robes froze in mid-air.
He never questioned any of Jiang Xianwan's decisions, and he was well aware that Hua Buxiu's reckless act of emotional collapse was not only futile, but would also give the system an opportunity to retaliate, becoming a knife to hurt Jiang Xianwan!
Despite the burning sensation in his eyes, an urge to rebel and scream almost burst from his throat.
He ultimately forced himself to suppress it, forcibly pulling back the flower petals that were just a hair's breadth away from touching Jiang Xianwan's clothes, sealing them tightly.
Gazing at the terrifying scene of heavenly punishment and tribulation lightning intertwined, not a single cultivator from the two realms and three domains uttered a sound.
They gazed silently at the figure in blue, a lump forming in their throats, their eyes brimming with tears.
How can this not be considered... going mad for them, going mad for all living beings in the two realms and three domains?
A near-Tribulation stage cultivator with immense fortune self-destructs; its power is enough to annihilate a thousand miles away!
Lin Qingran knew that she was doomed to die today. Her tear-stained eyes turned blood red, and she suddenly burst into a series of extremely crazy laughs.
"Hahahaha! Since you won't let me live, then let's die together!"
"I want you all to die with me! Together!"
"Go to hell!"
"I want you all to die!"
The divine punishment, along with the tribulation lightning of the Transcending Tribulation stage, fell once again. The cultivators at the boundary of the realm were shaken by the residual force, their blood surging. They knew that if they stayed any longer, they might die, but their legs felt like lead, and none of them left.
Everyone says that the World Emperor is a madman.
But how many of them can actually go mad for the sake of all living beings?
Jiang Xianwan chuckled softly.
die?
Is she afraid of dying?
She was afraid they wouldn't die!
Completely ignoring the desperate screams piercing their eardrums from the tombstone.
All I can remember is her pair of wet, red eyes when she was dragged into a spacetime rift by the Heavenly Dao.
Jiang Xianwan didn't have the courage to speak; she simply didn't know how to say goodbye to them in this world.
I won't listen.
I won't watch it.
Lin Qingran was smiling at this moment, her face contorted into an inhuman beauty from the excruciating pain, her intact hand tightly gripping Jiang Xianwan's wrist.
"You forced me to this! You all forced me to this!"
She didn't want to die...
However, the World Emperor gave her no way out.
Even the system itself didn't give her a way out.
Jiang Xianwan could only say that she brought it upon herself, and without hesitation, he shattered her wrist.
With a burst of energy, he raised his blood-stained hand, which trembled slightly from the immense pain, and placed two fingers together on Lin Qingran's brow.
Lin Qingran couldn't escape, and the sinister smile on her lips gradually disappeared with that realization.
Jiang Xianwan's divine sense was no longer merely imprisoning; it possessed overwhelming power, ruthlessly occupying her sea of consciousness and suddenly illuminating the corners.
Then I saw a suffocating filth.
It wasn't gas at all; it was more like a bottomless, viscous swamp of filth.
It surged silently, emitting an indescribable, overwhelming stench.
It wasn't just the smell of decay; it was more like the fermentation of countless desperate wails and venomous curses crushed and mixed with the stench of decay, rushing straight into the depths of one's soul.
The silent shriek instinctively contracted and twisted, transforming into countless agonizing, wailing ghostly faces.
They too died at its hands, lives that had once been vibrant and alive.
It attempted to resist the intruding pure power with its thick resentment and death energy.
It made her feel a strong sense of nausea and rejection even at the core of her consciousness.
The system couldn't help but let out a shrill scream!
It was just a hair's breadth away!
Only one chance left!
The path to freedom was beginning to glimmer before its eyes, allowing it to break free from Lin Qingran's consciousness and find a new body.
But in that instant, Jiang Xianwan's divine sense, like an invisible net, suddenly closed in!
It was locked in place by an irresistible force, like a moth nailed to the pillar of fate, all its paths to survival were cut off in an instant!
Heavenly punishment, tribulation lightning, self-destruction.
Three forces are combined at the same time!
The system has gone mad.
Like a dying, trapped beast, the savage attacks crashed into her consciousness again and again, like a madman.
Each impact produced a piercing tearing sound.
It was always meticulous in its calculations, yet it miscalculated, and the World Emperor so readily chose death.
Even at the cost of his soul being torn apart, he would rather risk his soul being scattered than let it die!
He began to beg for mercy.
"As long as you let me go! Hua Buxiu! Yun Weize! Di Yin! These chosen ones are all yours! I will never lay a hand on them again!"
"I shouldn't have gone against you! It's all that bitch Lin Qingran's fault! I can help you! I'll obey your orders from now on!"
"World Emperor—!"
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
The Emperor of the World!
die!
They must die!
She won't rest in peace even if she doesn't die!
Even a coffin lid can't hold him down!
Blood gushed from the corner of Jiang Xianwan's lips as he firmly locked onto the system with his divine sense and enveloped Lin Qingran with all his spiritual power.
After the system frantically begged for mercy, it was instead tormented by the powerful divine sense, writhing in agony.
The two forces were locked in a fierce battle within Lin Qingran's consciousness.
Divine sense is the weakest point for cultivators.
Lin Qingran bled from all seven orifices, not even having time to react, her lips frozen in a terrified arc.
His cultivation level plummeted, his body stiffened, and he stood there with a vacant look in his eyes, his life beginning to slip away.
The figure in green robes that had imprisoned her remained unmoved.
Jiang Xianwan fiercely withdrew his divine sense, and amidst two more earth-shattering thunderclaps and a huge explosion, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Almost simultaneously, the divine sense power enveloping the black, viscous substance suddenly contracted.
There were no more earth-shattering explosions, only absolute, crushing purification.
The thick, ink-like substance cracked with a scream, disintegrating inch by inch, peeling away, and turning into nothingness.
The stench that had been emanating was swept away by the residual force of the three impacts, leaving not a trace.
Lin Qingran was completely annihilated, leaving not a trace behind.
The misty aura suddenly dissipated, transforming into countless shimmering dust particles that swirled and danced, like a dream of a light veil bathed in moonlight.
The world was clear and bright.
Eighteen men, weeping uncontrollably, rushed out of the tombstone.
At the very least.
Jiang Xianwan listened.
They were indeed crying like trumpet flowers.
And... countless cries came from afar.
It was as if...she was about to die.
She truly felt that she might really die, die in this mortal world.
The backlash and rupture of the soul were severe.
Even as life rapidly slips away, memories begin to flash by in a blur.
at last.
She had her doubts.
Dog Heavenly Dao may want more than just the evil creature and Lin Qingran's life.
He also wanted to... take her life.
What a fucking dog!
Kill three birds with one stone!
Jiang Xianwan, with her last bit of strength, gently flicked away a bit of flesh from her sleeve with her fingertips, which were dripping with blood.
It's like flicking away some very dirty trash.
She tried to curl the corners of her lips into a bright smile.
very good.
The tragedy of the twins did not repeat itself; Feng Huixue and the others were all unharmed.
Her blue dress was stained red with blood, which dripped from the hem of her skirt, like the most beautiful red spider lilies blooming on the road to the underworld.
No matter what, she has a habit of never uttering a sound or opening her mouth even if her bones are broken.
But at this moment, a metallic sweetness welled up in my throat and I couldn't suppress it anymore.
Jiang Xianwan slowly turned around, her blood-stained clothes fluttering, and behind her, a bright, full moon shone with a clear, shimmering light.
The tomb was blank-faced.
He had never seen Jiang Xianwan like this before, and stood there blankly, unable to move.
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes trembled, and a bead of blood rolled down from the tip of her eyelashes, winding a shocking red mark across her pale skin.
Her gradually unfocused gaze, veiled by a layer of empty mist, vaguely reflected the figures that swarmed towards her, only to abruptly stop in front of her.
She could barely see clearly. She tried to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, warm blood rushed to her throat, silencing all sound.
The world began to tilt, and she felt herself slowly falling backward...
Someone's arm caught her.
Someone's hand gripped her cold fingers tightly.
Someone, in the midst of the chaos, grabbed the hem of her fluttering dress.
And who knows... whether that suppressed, broken sobbing came from nearby or from the distant void.
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