Chapter 85

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Everyone was completely stunned by this sudden change.

Mingzhu managed to hold himself up with all his strength. He ran towards the place where the array's core was broken, with vengeful ghosts tearing at his body and devouring his soul on his shoulders. There stood a long sword upright. It seemed like a peaceful corner in the realm of vengeful ghosts that was raging everywhere.

Ming Cang's voice was already hoarse: "Xie Tingyun, are you a fool?! Pull out that knife, don't let him absorb any more resentment!"

Ning Chen frowned, pulled Xie Tingyun back, and whispered, "Okay, Senior Brother, it's useless. It's too late for you to pull it out now. Hurry up and take your disciples away."

If he doesn't leave now...he really won't be able to hold on any longer.

Xie Tingyun's face turned pale. He turned around abruptly, shaking as if his spine had been pulled out: "Ning Chen...you, you can't do this."

Ning Shen's brows sank, and his dark red eyes were as sharp and cold as usual.

He raised his hands to hold Xie Tingyun's waist, and forcefully half-supported and half-carried him out, refusing to let Xie Tingyun get close to the long sword and the center of the formation.

Xie Tingyun staggered, and he pressed Ning Chen's wrist with his backhand. The spiritual power he injected into his body to investigate his physical condition was instantly swallowed up by the chaotic resentment.

Xie Tingyun's face turned completely pale.

He grasped Ning Chen's hand, which was extremely cold, and said incoherently: "...When?"

Ning Chen held his hand tightly with a calm expression and said, "From the moment the array eye broke."

Ming Cang was so angry that he circled around the long sword. He was a spirit and could not touch the long sword at all. In the end, he almost lost control and shouted at the other Mahayana monks who were running towards him: "Hurry up, what are you doing?!"

Ning Chen said impatiently to the back, "Why are you so anxious? Why weren't you this anxious when you were killing people? Send the remaining people out quickly, or you can expect Tiannan to hate you to death."

Daoming raised his hand to draw his sword, but was repelled by the demonic aura.

Ning Chen said coldly: "Get lost, you are meddling in other people's business. Don't you understand what I am saying? How many times do you want me to repeat it?"

Kong Ling sneered, gathered the spiritual power in his hand, and said coldly: "What does the survival crisis of the human race have to do with you, the Demon Lord?! I must meddle in other people's business today!"

He took a deep breath, raised his sword, and swung the sword in his hand hard towards the restriction!

Ning Chen was powerless at this moment. There was not much evil energy left in his body, only violent and chaotic resentment. He was powerless to maintain the restriction.

Daoming reached out and pulled out Ning Chen's long sword the moment the restriction was broken.

At that moment, large swarms of vengeful spirits rushed out from the shattered remains of the formation and hit his face.

They first surrounded the candle and bit it madly with hatred, but there was only one candle, and the vengeful spirits that came later had no one to vent their anger on, so the resentment of the vengeful spirits then rushed towards other people nearby.

The Daoming people's faces suddenly changed, and they all stepped back, raising their swords to block.

Without the long sword's guarding and transfer, they first clearly and intuitively realized how much resentment was generated by those vengeful spirits in the realm of vengeful ghosts who had died in vain for hundreds of years and were being painfully sucked dry to death.

That can no longer be described by quantity.

Kong Ling shouted angrily: "Demon Lord Mingzhu, how many murders have you committed? You deserve to die!"

Ming Cang collected Tiannan's pale and transparent soul into his own sea of ​​consciousness and shouted back angrily: "You care whether I die well or not? If you don't get out of here, you will die with me!"

Xie Tingyun struggled to break free. With trembling hands, he took out all the magic cores in the storage ring, crushed them in his palms, and then sent all the magic energy inside into Ningchen's body.

Xie Tingyun sent the spiritual power in his body to Ning Chen's body like crazy, but even so, Ning Chen's body was still like a bottomless pit, continuously devouring all the spiritual power and demonic energy without any effect.

Ning Chen tried to stop him. He had collected those magic cores with great difficulty in a fight and gave them as a return gift to Xie Tingyun. Ning Chen felt bad to see them wasted on him.

However, Xie Tingyun shook off his hand and refused to listen to him.

From the moment the long sword shattered the center of the array, the entire Nightmare Evil Array shattered instantly. All the vitality that was continuously absorbed was forced to stop. The resentful ghosts that were suppressed in the resentful ghost realm were freed and released, and the judgment of heaven began to be fulfilled on Ming Candle.

It can be said that at that moment, the entire ghost world was on the verge of breaking apart and losing control.

The long sword shattered the center of the array, and at the moment when the vengeful spirit was about to rush out with the broken center of the array, Ning Chen knew that his body was most likely beyond saving.

The vengeful spirits have been suppressed for a long time. The moment they see the light of day again, their resentment is the most vicious and sharp, as well as the most powerful.

If he had not acted as a buffer, Tiannan, whose soul was shattered beside him, Xie Tingyun in his arms, and even those disciples from various sects who had not yet returned to their bodies, would not have been spared.

Those Mahayana practitioners who were far away might be able to escape from the realm of resentful ghosts by reacting in time, but Xie Tingyun was not sure.

He was too close, and he himself was seriously injured in the process of holding the candle. The penetrating wound in his abdomen was even bleeding.

...and Tiannan.

He had chopped the man's body into pieces with his own hands, so it would be bad to let Tiannan die like this.

I promised to save his soul because I owed him a favor.

Thinking of this, Ning Shen became angry and wished he could go back and chop the candles a few times.

If Xie Tingyun's condition had not been really bad at the time, he would have gone to comfort Xie Ting first, otherwise Ning Chen Gaochi would have really killed Ming Cang first.

The moment the vines pierced through the vest, Ning Chen almost broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that the damn injury-inflicting formation would transfer all the injuries to Xie Tingyun, so he immediately switched back to his main account.

Fortunately, he cut very quickly and returned to his original body before Ning Chen even felt the pain, and then teleported his original body to the vicinity of the vest.

However, he now has to face this difficult problem again.

Xie Tingyun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He said in a trembling voice, "Too many resentful spirits have nowhere to vent their resentment. If you keep them in your sea of ​​consciousness and body, you will only become their target for venting."

He calmly raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips and hummed frankly.

"Too much resentment cannot be resolved. Once I find someone to bite, I won't let go easily..."

Xie Tingyun opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything further.

I don't know why, maybe it was the remnant of my conscience, but Ning Chen actually felt an indescribable sense of guilt when he saw Xie Tingyun's reaction.

But they were originally enemies. The original person had tried to kill Xie Tingyun so many times. It was just that he changed his target in the middle. At most, he didn't kill him. It didn't do Xie Tingyun any good.

After Xie Tingyun discovered that his junior fellow apprentice was an imposter, he could still feel...sad about Ning Chen's impending death.

Ning Chen has been heartless since he was young. If he just lost a partner who was very enjoyable to fight with, then Ning Chen would not feel any regrets.

After all, the time that I spent with Xie Tingyun was real. Since I have experienced a thrilling confrontation, it can be considered as owning it. Since I have had it, Ning Chen has no regrets or reluctance.

He thought so, and he also thought Xie Tingyun would think so.

After all, it is impossible that the Holy Son of the human race would really decide not to kill him just because they had been together for a few months, right?

Xie Tingyun couldn't just abandon the interests of humanity.

He can't and won't do that.

Ning Chen himself didn't know why he had such an inexplicable trust in Xie Tingyun.

However... Xie Tingyun's reaction was too intense, so intense that it didn't seem like the reaction of an old enemy about to die in front of him.

Xie Tingyun should obviously be happy.

This caused Ning Chen to suddenly not want to die in front of him anymore.

Xie Tingyun suddenly thought of something and said with rapid breathing: "...Don't try to block the mark of injury, okay?"

no.

Ning Chen lowered his eyes and said, "It's useless, Xie Tingyun. Even if you can help me avoid fatal damage once, what will happen next? A resentful ghost won't..."

However, this time, Ning Chen didn't even finish his words before he suddenly raised his hand to cover his lips.

The bright red devil's blood flowed down from between his fingers, leaving a dark mark on the quiet gilded black robe.

Xie Tingyun felt as if he was stabbed in the heart and immediately couldn't breathe.

This time, it was finally not Ning Chen who reached out and restrained Xie Tingyun.

Because Ning Chen's strength is running out.

The disciples in the distance looked at the out-of-control ghost and tried to regain control of their own bodies at the fastest speed in their lives. Just as they were about to run over to help, Xie Tingyun shouted back in a hoarse and sharp voice: "Don't come back and hold us back. Get out."

Xie Tingyun lifted up half of Ning Shen's body, his face looked pale and ugly, no different from the resentful ghosts that were everywhere.

After pulling out the big knife, the resentment in the entire ghost realm could no longer be contained, and it madly attacked all the living people in the ghost realm.

At least the long sword didn't continue to transfer the resentment into Ning Shen's body. The Mahayana monks quickly retreated with a sense of relief, and rushed towards Xie Tingyun before the resentful ghost pounced on them.

Daoming was at the end of the team. While holding up his spiritual shield with great difficulty, he shouted to Mingzhang who was trying hard to protect Tiannan in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Give Tiannan to me!!"

Ming Candle sent Tiannan's soul out without any pause.

Ming Cang took a deep look at Tiannan, whose eyes suddenly widened, and said to Daoming in a hoarse voice: "...Thank you. It's my fault, I will take responsibility for it myself."

In the end, the resentment was so raging that the entire ghost realm could no longer contain it. The barrier became shaky due to the impact of the resentful spirits and was about to be completely shattered.

Once the barrier of the Resentful Ghost Realm is broken, so many resentful ghosts and resentful energy here will scatter everywhere. At that time, the Demon Realm will not even need to take action, as these resentful ghosts alone will be enough to cause heavy casualties in the cultivation world.

The bright red curse of destiny had already spread into the whites of Ming Candle's eyes.