Gu Jiang indeed exuded a sense of exhaustion. Under normal circumstances, the enemy was in a weak position and it was time to kill him.

Even if it was any other Demon Ancestor standing here at this time, the four peak-level Spiritualization masters on the scene could lead the others to take the risk.

But Gu Jiang was different. From the fact that there was only one Feng Hanxuan in the world who practiced "Blood Moon Shadow", it could be seen that he still had the ability to control his demonic energy and had not begun to weaken.

Before, Luo Sheng's Hidden Wing Butterfly of Taixu Sect discovered the dense spiritual mist emerging from the forest, and he carefully explored the ground veins here.

The Sword Mountain and Sword Forest had been closed for two thousand years. The underground spiritual veins had to maintain the weapons in the Sword Forest, and there was very little spiritual energy left. If it could hold on for another five hundred years, it would collapse completely.

Most of the spiritual energy was gathered in the Sword Forest, and the same was true for the Sword Mountain.

The rich spiritual energy that emerged from the stream could only come from the Demon Ancestor in front of him, and his demonic energy was being melted away.

Luo Sheng's eyes moved around him and the Yunji Sect disciple in Huaili. The effect of the female disciple's blood on Gu Jiang might be far more than what Yu Yaoqing reported to him. He

exchanged glances with several cultivators at the peak of the Incarnation Realm, and everyone put away their magic weapons.

Above the sword forest, the red leaf sword light barrier was retracted with a whoosh, and An Huai came out carrying the sleeping Xiao Ling's sword. After landing on the cliff, he leaned Xiao Ling against a rock.

Yan Yi turned his head and looked at them. The clam fluid read the memory of the spirit platform. Before, they invested Xiao Ling's consciousness. Although Xiao Ling's experience under the abyss of silence was unconsciously caused by the bewitching of the dragon, it was not glorious for her to release such a bloody beast like Zhu Ni.

Zhu Ni's consciousness was parasitic on Xiao Ling's spirit platform. Looking at the current situation, Gu Jiang must have grabbed Zhu Ni's consciousness in his hand.

The information read out must be related to the internal affairs of the Yunji Sect. Yan Yi really didn't want to expose the internal affairs of the Yunji Sect to other sects.

"Grand Elder, if you hesitate any longer, people will misunderstand whether you want to tolerate such a ferocious beast?" Nie Yinzhi said calmly.

Yan Yi was the Supreme Elder of the Yunji Sect. Few people dared to talk to him like this, let alone a young man from the Yunji Sect. However, he did not seem to show any displeasure.

Yan Yi took out the black clam liquid from the mustard seed and put it on the ground.

Gu Jiang narrowed his eyes, and the consciousness left in Xiao Ling's dreamland forcibly pulled Zhu Yan's consciousness out of Xiao Ling's altar, crushed his consciousness, and threw it into the big plate.

The person who was still immersed in the beautiful dream was finally startled by this commotion. Xiao Ling stepped on empty air in his dream and suddenly woke up.

White mist emerged from the cliff, and in the mist, all the pictures flowed out like water.

Zhu Yan's consciousness memory is much more exciting. Since he stepped out of the abyss of death, he has touched too many people's altars. Every altar he has touched is a perspective, with one or two memory fragments.

The mist from the oyster liquid was growing larger and larger, and the sky was filled with flying images and intertwined sounds. In each image, people died tragically, cried, and cursed. It was like thunder on this cliff, making the monks around frown.

Zhu Yan was not crazy yet, it could only be said that he was gifted.

Xiao Ling was frightened by the shrill screams from all directions, and the little white bird on her shoulder was frightened, and her black bean-like eyes were spinning around in countless images in panic.

She was forced to see too many desperate and angry people. Xiao Ling met the desperate eyes of a little boy. He huddled in a corner with his head in his hands, watching his father being beaten by a group of people and his mother being dragged out.

Xiao Ling hurriedly grabbed the little white bird and held it in her palm. She couldn't see the picture, but she couldn't stop the screams that entered her ears.

In the fragments of the scene scattered around, people saw the children who were fighting because of him, and their innocent and tender faces were replaced by ferocious brutality. They saw the dispute between the two villages caused by him. Wherever he went, he could stir up a bloody storm.

It is difficult for these ants fighting in the mortal world to reach the immortal gate. How could the peddlers who have never come into contact with cultivators know that his momentary anger and killing are not from his heart.

Unless the immortals take the initiative to look down, most of the time, the immortal gates that protect the common people are too far away. Even it is very difficult for ferocious beasts to cross the barriers and invade the immortal mountain.

Until someone in the immortal mountain took the initiative to respond to him.

There were two female disciples of the Yunji Sect present, one summoned the Demon Ancestor, and the other summoned the ferocious beasts. The strange looks of the people almost made him want to split a crack in the ground on the spot and drill in.

Zhu Ni's complicated memory images dissipated, and finally only the Yunji Sect immortal mountain was left. The cries suddenly became less frequent, and Bang Wu restrained himself. The character of a cultivator is naturally much stronger than that of an ordinary person, but Zhu Ni still influenced many disciples. The impetuous atmosphere in the Yunji Sect during that period of time was deeply felt by the elders present.

"Chirp."

This bird cry did not come from Xiao Ling's hand, but from Zhu Ni's consciousness and memory.

In the picture, Xiao Ling stood on the attic and said to Meng Jin who was looking up at her below: "Junior Brother Meng, what you just said in the front hall... about Nie Yin's release of the paper iris, can you tell me more about it? I want to hear it."

The man on the green pine heard his name, raised his head with interest, and looked at Bang Wu.

In the mist, Meng Jin's eyes were blinded by Nie Yinzhi, and he wore a silver mask on his face. If he wanted to see, he could only use his consciousness. The first time his consciousness saw Senior Sister Lingling, Zhu Ni took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and climb up to the spirit platform.

When Meng Jin mentioned Nie Yin, the lower half of his face was tense, and he almost gritted his teeth when he said her name, as if he wanted to eat her alive. The people around couldn't help rubbing their ears and muttering heartlessly, "Why does my name sound so bad when it comes out of his mouth?"

Then Gu Jiang's lazy voice came to her ears, and he whispered, "Nie Yinzhi."

Nie Yinzhi shrank his neck and felt itchy in his ears. He turned his head to look at him and said affirmatively, "It seems that he can't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth."

Gu Jiang laughed and whispered in her ear, "Nie Yinzhi."

Nie Yinzhi pushed Gu Jiang away a little, "Okay, don't shout, I know my name is nice."

In Bangwu's memory, after Meng Jin left, Zhu Yan said in a disgusting way: "You can see how much your junior brother Meng hates Nie Yinzhi now, right? But you still let him recall everything about Nie Yinzhi and tell you about it. Xiao Ling, you are better at torturing people than I am."

Xiao Ling sat in front of the window in a daze, and ignored his words.

Meng Jin's resentment was so intense that he didn't care about it without Zhu Yan's fanning the flames. Zhu Yan didn't pay attention to him when he used the Yunji Sect's mountain protection formation privately.

The first two cultivators he got involved in the Yunji Sect were Meng Jin and Jing Chongshan.

Several memories from different perspectives were scattered in the clam mist.

The memories that Xiao Ling could not see from the platform were presented to everyone from Jing Chongshan's perspective. Xiao Ling heard Bai Ying's lark-like voice and shouted happily, "Master, what do you need me to do?"

Her hand trembled, and the little white bird that had been trapped for a long time struggled out from her fingers, blinking with its dying breath.

Xiao Ling saw herself sitting in the medicine pool, falling into a coma after taking the God-breaking Pill. The little girl who was excited to help the master was hit by a sleeping spell in the middle of her eyebrows. Jing Chongshan pinched Bai Ying's mouth open and stuffed a God-breaking Pill into it.

Bai Ying was put into the medicine pool. Jing Chongshan opened the meridians of Xiao Ling and Bai Ying's hands, and opened up their meridians. Their hands were bound by spiritual power and clasped tightly together.

Fresh spiritual power and essence flowed from Bai Ying's right hand to Xiao Ling's body. The filthy miasma climbed up along Bai Ying's left hand. From under the pearl bracelet, one could see the black spots flowing along the meridians.

Even though the two people had compatible spiritual meridian properties, Xiao Ling still had a rejection reaction. The medicinal properties of the precious immortal herbs and spiritual medicines in the pool were manipulated by Jing Chongshan and penetrated into Xiao Ling's meridians.

It must be extremely painful to have her spiritual power and energy drained from her body, but the Soul-Severing Pill cut off the connection between her consciousness and her body, completely sealing off her consciousness. Bai Ying looked like she was just asleep, with a smile on her face, happy to be able to help her master.

However, the color on her face gradually faded, and miasma began to seep out from under her skin.

Bai Ying didn't even have a chance to wake up, like a rag thrown away after being used, and her trusted master shattered her spirit platform with a palm.

At the same moment, in Zhu Ni's own memory, a ferocious beast with long arms carried Xiao Ling out of the Yunji Sect, and Zhu Ni's voice was clearly heard by everyone, "Xiao Ling, you don't really not know how he treated you, do you?"

"Jing Chongshan selected those who were compatible with your spiritual veins, transferred the miasma in your body to them, and used their spiritual foundation to repair your internal organs."

"Every time you took a medicinal bath, someone sacrificed for you. The little girl who often picked you up also died for you. Xiao Ling, you know about it, didn't you cry for her, why don't you dare to admit it?"

"Knowing how he treated you, even if you were completely unaware, guess how the Yunji Sect would deal with you?"

"Xiao Ling, you can beg me to help you kill Jing Chongshan and crush his spirit platform. He deserves it."

"Xiao Ling, I can erase your memory and make you clean and ignorant, as long as you beg me."

Xiao Ling heard her own low plea, "Please..."

The suppressed cry of the young man beside her came. The little white bird wanted to turn its head, but Xiao Ling covered it with her hand. The bird in her palm struggled hard. The more it struggled, the tighter Xiao Ling covered it, and finally it stopped. She

didn't let go until the white feather mark on her forehead disappeared.

She could continue to cover her eyes and ears, not to see or hear, but she couldn't cover other people's eyes or ears. There was still a faint scarlet sword energy in Xiao Ling's meridians. She was still looking forward to a new life, thinking that after she had practiced successfully, she would save more people with the sword to repay the karma.

But she turned around and was stomped back to the ground from the clouds, into the mud.

An Huai drew out his magic sword, and the blade made a whooshing sound in the air, and pressed against Xiao Ling's neck, "You know everything. When Jing Chongshan asked Bai Ying to stay, you knew she would die for you!"

The sword energy cut through the white veil on Xiao Ling's face. She raised her gray eyes. She used to cry almost every day, but this time, not a single tear shed. She nodded expressionlessly, and her neck touched the sharp blade, and a bright red wound was immediately cut on it.

Xiao Ling said: "I know, but what does it matter if I know? When I was at the bottom of the valley, if you told me that this is a ladder built with human lives, I would refuse it. But I have already climbed halfway, and I am only one step away from survival. Now I am allowed to choose, what can I choose?"

She tilted her head and smiled, "Nie Yinzhi, what will you choose?"