[What happened? ? What happened? ? ]

[How did the supporting actress know that she would be cut open and her eyes gouged out? ? And how did she know to summon the demon? ? Did I miss something?]

[The supporting actress hasn’t humiliated the heroine yet, hasn’t poisoned the heroine yet, hasn’t dug out the heroine’s injured eyes to make them bleed, hasn’t put insects in her body, hasn’t disfigured the heroine yet] [She

hasn’t used the bell to hallucinate the heroine, making her see the illusion of the supporting actress and her master having sex, hasn’t made the heroine feel hopeless, so why was she judged because of an inexplicable cannon fodder?]

Nie Yinzhi lost too much blood, like a faded snowman, the skin on his wrist became thinner and more translucent, and the flower branch mark entwined on his wrist became more and more conspicuous and eye-catching.

That night at the back of Biyang Peak, the symbiotic formation set up by Xiang Simu took effect. There were only three of them present at the time. Xiang Simu died, but the demon was safe and sound. She was licked by the demonic energy and had another mark on her wrist.

The symbiotic formation probably bound her and the demon.

Nie Yinzhi was gambling in the first place, and now it seems that she made the right bet.

The demonic energy spread quickly and swallowed up the blood on the ground.

Sang Wumian couldn't see the figure in the demonic energy, but he recognized the demonic energy. It seemed that Feng Hanxuan was still trying to break out of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

He failed to split the formation with one sword, so he swung another sword. The sword light and the demonic energy collided, and the arc of impact visible to the naked eye knocked out cracks around the hall.

"Nie Yinzhi." Sang Wumian's robes fluttered, and his long sword was filled with terrifying momentum. "Do you know what you are doing? You disregard the lives of the people of the world for your own selfish desires, you evil creature!" You are always

so angry, do the people know that you care about them so much?

Nie Yinzhi brushed away the evil spirit, and her white dress was stained with blood, like a large blooming hibiscus flower. The evil spirit lingered around her, and in the rich color, her pale and delicate face was revealed, with slender eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, and a hint of sarcasm at the corners of her mouth.

"What does the world have to do with me? The dignified Immortal Master Qizhen has his own selfish desires, why can't I have them?" She said in a cold tone, even with a bit of naive confusion.

Everyone in the hall was horrified. At this moment, they suddenly realized that she was so different from the kind-hearted Xiao Ling. They were not similar at all.

"Master, you are the ones who want me to die. If that's the case, then no one can live." Blood flowed from the corner of Nie Yinzhi's mouth and dripped down her jaw. She laughed happily .

A bony hand stretched out from the demonic energy and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. A cold feeling spread over her body, and the demonic energy surged in, healing the penetration wound on her shoulder.

The demonic energy soaked Nie Yinzhi, and the bright red marks on her body were swallowed up cleanly, without wasting any blood.

Nie Yinzhi had the illusion that someone had bitten her, and immediately got goosebumps all over her body. Her gaze was drawn by the slender fingers and fell on a handsome face that emerged from the black air. The man had deep eyebrows, deep features, and narrow eyes that were drowsy.

He licked the blood on his fingertips and said earnestly: "You are so young, how can you be so violent? If there is any misunderstanding, just sit down and have a cup of tea and explain it clearly. Why fight and kill?"

Not only Nie Yinzhi, but also everyone else in the hall was subtly silent for a moment.

However, when these words came out of the mouth of a demon, no one at the scene believed them. The elders of the Yunji Sect continued to chop the demonic barrier. The sword light fell into the demonic energy and was bounced back, sweeping towards everyone indiscriminately.

Only Nie Yinzhi, who was in the demonic energy, could see that he was not joking.

"Huh?" Nie Yinzhi seemed to have heard something ridiculous. Although she heard every word, she really couldn't understand the content of this sentence.

What kind of bullshit is this demon talking about?

Are you the Demon Lord? Are you the demon who scared the elders in the hall and even Sang Wumian? Are you the demon

who is full of evil and kills people without hesitation, leaving blood everywhere you go?

I shed so much blood, sacrificed my soul and body, is it just to invite you out for a cup of tea?

Nie Yinzhi was almost furious, and with a vicious look on her face, she clamped his chin, "You drank so much of my blood, and you tell me this!"

"I want you to kill Sang Wumian, kill..." The sacrificial array glowed under her feet, and her soul was aching with every word she said.

Nie Yinzhi couldn't finish her words, and a huge tearing force suddenly attacked her body, as if to force her soul out of her body.

She saw Sang Wumian's fingers quickly forming seals through the swaying magic energy, and her eyes were uncontrollably glued to his fingers.

Gu Jiang suddenly realized something, raised his hand and pressed it on her forehead, but the magic energy was bounced out before it could penetrate. He frowned, swung his hand back and blew out a gust of wind, the wind blade cut through the ground of the hall and slashed towards Sang Wumian.

For a while, Nie Yinzhi was completely trapped in the endless darkness, and could only feel a brute force pulling her out.

She separated from her body little by little, and at the same time, another soul was infiltrating her spirit platform.

Nie Yinzhi did not expect that she would meet the legendary senior sister under such circumstances.

Xiao Ling's soul was tightly protected, and her eyes were indeed very similar to hers. When Nie Yinzhi was looked at by her, it was as if he was being looked at by another self.

Her eyes were full of apology, as if she had to occupy her body involuntarily.

Nie Yinzhi was like a puppet, unable to do anything. She was forced to move her own body, and in the end, only the black mark on her wrist was pulling her.

The branches of the black mark tied her body at one end and her soul at the other end, binding the two together unbreakably. In the end, she felt that her wrist was about to break.

The pervasive demonic energy in the hall dissipated, and Gu Jiang's figure was fully revealed. Sang Wumian's sword light condensed into a giant sword, piercing through the dome of the hall, and fell towards the two people with overwhelming force.

Gu Jiang didn't even move a step, and reached out to catch the huge sword shadow.

The strong wind roared, razing the entire hall to the ground. The elders of the Yunji Sect surrounded it from all sides, and their long swords attacked at the same time, pressing down on the giant blade together.

There was a loud bang, the ground broke into pieces, dust flew, Gu Jiang stood in the center of the crack, holding the sword firmly, veins popped out on the back of his hand.

The crisp sound of the cracking sword stimulated everyone's nerves amid the roar of the collapsed building.

Fine cracks spread from Gu Jiang's fingertips, and in just a breath, the terrifying giant sword in the air snapped and shattered. The surging sword energy backfired, and the surrounding elders flew out one by one and fell to the ground.

The long sword in Sang Wumian's hand broke, and he stepped back several steps, staggered to one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood. When the dust fell, he could see his appearance clearly: "Aren't you Feng Hanxuan?"

A dark shadow loomed over his head. It had been a long time since Sang Wumian had felt such a cold body and the feeling of being completely controlled by others - he had always been the one who controlled the life and death of others.

His blood almost froze, and the fear that spread from the depths of his heart was long-standing and unfamiliar.

"My disciple seems to be quite famous." Gu Jiang sighed, "I didn't expect that when I woke up from a sleep, you righteous people no longer practiced the saying that gentlemen should talk instead of take action?"

Sang Wumian couldn't believe it, "Gu Jiang?" Feng Hanxuan's master, the ancestor of the evil way, how could it be, why is he not dead yet?

"I haven't killed anyone for a long time. My hands are not good enough. It must be painful. Just bear with it."

"Don't--"

Nie Yinzhi was almost stunned by Xiao Ling's shouting. It was really rude to yell in someone else's spirit.

Then, the force that had been pulling Nie Yinzhi's soul suddenly loosened, and her soul was free. She was like stepping on air in the darkness, and fell back into her body, meeting Xiao Ling who was occupying her spirit.

The indestructible spiritual power that protected Xiao Ling's soul disappeared, and the two finally "met each other frankly". Nie Yinzhi smiled, "Senior sister came uninvited, I will definitely treat you well."

Xiao Ling widened her innocent eyes and retreated in panic.

A faint light appeared in the dark altar, as if thousands of stars were floating down. A closer look revealed that it was a thin thread that covered the sky and the earth. The thin thread stuck to the escaping soul and entangled her in it.

Xiao Ling was like a butterfly stuck in a spider web, the more she struggled, the deeper she fell.

Nie Yinzhi admired this fragile yet beautiful picture, and said in a reminiscent tone: "When I was a child, there was a time when I liked to squat in the garden, looking at the spider webs formed in the corners of branches and leaves, and watching those blind little insects bump into the webs and struggle helplessly on the webs. The more they struggled, the faster they died."

As she spoke, a rustling sound came from the darkness, and every white thread entangled with Xiao Ling's soul was trembling.

Xiao Ling panicked, "Junior Sister Nie, I don't want to take it away, but I was pulled by the power of Master's consciousness and had no choice..."

A huge spider appeared from the darkness, and Nie Yinzhi imitated her apologetic look before, "Senior Sister, you know, it is very dangerous to enter other people's spirits without permission, and I can't control my imagination."

The spider's sharp mouthparts pierced into Xiao Ling's neck mercilessly, causing her to scream miserably.

Nie Yinzhi covered her ears, and before the giant spider tore Xiao Ling's soul apart, a strange halo suddenly emerged from her body, wrapping her up and disappearing from Nie Yinzhi's spirit.

Ah, it seems to have escaped.

The scene in the spirit altar faded away. After a long while, Nie Yinzhi's spirit returned to its place. Her body did not recover for a while, and she could not move.

She lay flat on the broken ground, looking at the barrage of bullets covering the sky above her head.

This was the first time she saw such a spectacular barrage, like a mighty and endless army, covering the sunset.

[Sang Wumian is dead? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]

Nie Yinzhi felt the spiritual turmoil caused by the collapse of the powerful. This turmoil might continue for several months in the Yunji Sect.

The Yunji Sect's huge bell rang, shaking the heaven and earth.

Nie Yinzhi laughed amid the sound of the bells, and laughed so hard that her stomach hurt a little.

She gritted her teeth and climbed up from the ground. At a glance, she saw the man paralyzed on the Immortal Lord's throne. The demon had his legs stretched out, with his ankles resting on his knees, in a very unkempt and heroic posture. His body was slightly leaning to the right, and he looked at her lazily with his arm resting on his chin.

At his feet was the broken body of Sang Wumian. There was a big hole between his eyebrows, and even his soul was pulled out and crushed, and he died with his eyes open.

Apart from that, there were only ruins around.

Nie Yinzhi glanced at the people trapped in the ruins, and thought with regret, why didn't the demon kill them all.

She turned her head and saw Meng Jin, who was covered in blood and in a state of disarray. He looked at her with eyes that looked like he was looking at a demon, and his lips moved.

Nie Yinzhi dug through the rubble and walked towards him.

Meng Jin was seriously injured and unable to move. His pupils widened with fear as he reflected the approaching figure. "What are you going to do?"

Nie Yinzhi walked up to him, took a breath, took off the jade hairpin on her head, tilted her head and smiled, her black hair falling from her

shoulders. "It's better to strike first." The tip of the emerald jade hairpin was sharp and it swept across his eyes. Meng Jin screamed and covered his eyes. Blood seeped from his fingertips and his whole body was shaking. "Nie Yinzhi, why...you lunatic--"

"I just did what you wanted to do in advance." Nie Yinzhi took a few steps back. She felt dizzy from losing too much blood. When she almost fell, someone caught her.

"You really have the potential to be a demon cultivator."

Nie Yinzhi said humbly, "Thank you, Lord Demon Lord, for your appreciation."

Gu Jiang chuckled, "Are you done?"

Nie Yinzhi held the jade hairpin and wanted to continue to make up for the damage, but she first lost a lot of blood, and then fought with others for the altar, and now she can't even stand steadily.

After the demon approached, Meng Jin rolled and crawled to hide in the corner. He held a sword in his palm, and his body was full of the ruthlessness of a desperate dog.

Nie Yinzhi could only stop while he was ahead, "It's over."

The demon let her go, "Where do you live?"

"Zhedan Peak." Nie Yinzhi held the collapsed ruins, and really had no strength left. She tried to wipe off the inscription on the jade hairpin several times to lead the way, but failed.

Gu Jiang sighed, picked her up with one hand, like holding a child, "Where?"

Nie Yinzhi was startled, and frantically hugged his neck. After a moment of silence, she obediently sat on the demon's arm and showed him the way.