It seems that the plot here is really boring. The barrage has not appeared for several days, and Nie Yinzhi has no way of knowing what the situation is like in the outside world.

The demon didn't care about being sealed and lived a leisurely life, but Nie Yinzhi was almost going crazy, it was almost like being in prison.

This was the first time she was locked up like this since she was a child.

Nie Yinzhi was about to hit the wall because of boredom. The eldest lady personally cleaned up the withered crabapples in the yard.

The rest were those with strong adaptability, and under the infiltration of the demonic energy, they mutated in strange directions. Nie Yinzhi broke off a few black crabapples with lush petals. The flowers were dark in color and had a strong fragrance, not the original fresh fragrance of the crabapple.

After being warned by Gu Jiang, she endured it for a night and a morning, and did not dare to provoke him again. At this time, the evil thoughts in her stomach began to turn again.

She cut a lot of black begonias, put them in several white jade porcelain bottles, carried them into the house and placed them everywhere, and placed a bottle of the most blooming flowers next to Gu Jiang's pillow. Then she closed all the windows, covered her nose that was itchy from the fragrance, and happily went out and hid far away.

Under layer after layer of barriers, the spiritual energy in Zhedan Peak was exhausted, and even the plants became dying and withered in patches.

The crabapple flowers that were originally in full bloom also withered, leaving only the black begonias in the yard that were nourished by Gu Jiang's magic energy and changed into something strange, and were charming and attractive.

This desolate scene made people feel depressed. Nie Yinzhi's good mood, which she gained by defeating the demon, disappeared in an instant.

The barriers above her head shone with each other, revealing a beautiful light. There was no fluctuation of demonic energy. The inscriptions on the demons disappeared, and a hazy shadow of the sword array emerged.

Nie Yinzhi saw a familiar sword light.

This sword array has collected the sword energy of all disciples since the founding of the Yunji Sect. The first sword energy refined by each disciple in the sect will be handed over to the sect.

Naturally, there is also her sword in the sword array.

She wants to take it back.

Nie Yinzhi broke off a branch of the crabapple tree, sat in the four-corner pavilion on the cliff, gathered her mind, and wrapped the sword energy on the branch. The branch hung in the air with a swish, and as she put her fingers together, it shot towards Zhedan Peak. The

crabapple branch rushed into the sword formation, and the sword intent came automatically and merged into the crabapple branch.

Her empty meridians were replenished, and her sword intent was full of vigor, like the first bud breaking through the ground, containing the infinite sharpness of new life, not afraid of any power, and arrogant to the point of being a little reckless.

Nie Yinzhi realized something from her first sword intent, and could feel that her sword intent had reached a new level and was about to break through.

She wanted to retract her sword energy, but the sword energy that came automatically was mixed with her own as well as others. Nie Yinzhi was not able to notice it for a moment, and her consciousness was suddenly pulled into the sword formation.

"Ruyi?" She had used Ruyi for five years and had always wanted to take it as her own life sword. She was so familiar with its sword energy that she had never thought of guarding against it.

Nie Yinzhi fell into the dense rain of swords. The sword light was all around her, tightly blocking all the retreat routes.

The Ruyi sword was mixed with a faint flute sound. Nie Yinzhi's mind was shaken, and her consciousness was penetrated by two sword energies.

The sound of swords on Zhedan Peak was endless and dull. In the dark room, Gu Jiang sat up and sneezed several times because of the strong fragrance of flowers in the room.

The room was dark and airtight. He shook open the carved windows around with his sleeves, and the skylight leaked in, illuminating the mutated begonias all over the room.

Gu Jiang threw all the black begonias out of the window. The evil spirit surged into the yard, destroying these fragrant flowers. For the first time, he stepped out of the house through the window, leaving a few afterimages in the air, and stepped barefoot on the roof of the highest point of Zhedan Peak.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person in the distance, twisted a piece of haphazardly picked crabapple leaf between his fingertips, put it to his lips...

and then pricked his mouth with the fine velvet on the edge of the crabapple leaf.

Gu Jiang hissed, rubbed the crabapple leaf, and could only put it to his mouth. He only picked this one leaf and was too lazy to replace it.

The whistle broke through the flickering demon-sealing inscription and penetrated into the sword formation.

In the sword formation, Nie Yinzhi only heard a ghostly scream, and she felt as if her eardrums were about to be pierced. The whistle was long and short, sometimes shrill, sometimes mute, and it was hard to tune. It was so unpleasant that it made people's hair stand on end and their brains tumble. If you let a child pee, it would definitely make the child dare not pee again.

The flute music that was disturbing the mind in the sword formation was interrupted by this unreasonable whistle, and the tune was immediately out of tune.

Nie Yinzhi's drowsy consciousness suddenly became clear, and she did not retreat at all, and rushed forward recklessly following the Ruyi sword energy.

The Ruyi sword energy seemed to be frightened by her appearance and quickly shrank back behind the sword light in the sky.

Yunji Sect, Mingxia Peak.

This is a mountain closest to Zhedan Peak. A high platform was built on Mingxia Peak. A miniature of Zhedan Peak was hung on the white stone high platform, and above the miniature were five layers of barriers of different colors, which were the core of the formation.

There are seven leading sects in the world of cultivation. All seven sects have sent their prominent monks to Yunji Sect to gather here and guard the barrier.

The sword array made a whistling sound, and a slender long sword shot out from the shadow of the sword array and returned to one person's hand.

The handle of the Ruyi Sword was soft, wrapped with soft silk, and there was a sweet fragrance that permeated the sword aura of the Ruyi Sword.

Xiao Ling was in a trance for a while. This sword was different after all.

She was forced to take two steps back by the sword energy that hit her face. Her dress was flying and torn by the sword blade. Even the white gauze covering her eyes was torn apart, and a strand of her black hair was flying with the sword wind.

Xiao Ling quickly reached out to cover her eyes. Her eyes were corroded by the miasma, and the skin around her eyes was as ugly as dead tree bark. Even though she couldn't see, her weak consciousness could feel countless eyes falling on her.

These eyes made her heart burn.

Someone grabbed her waist from behind, and Xiao Ling didn't fall off the platform.

A veil was immediately put over her face, easing her uneasiness. Jing Chongshan's voice came from behind her, "Are you injured?"

Xiao Ling turned to the source of the voice and smiled gratefully, "I'm fine."

As the Ruyi Sword was deployed, a piercing whistle came from the sword formation, completely covering the sound of the flute. The sound waves spread with visible waves, breaking through the sword formation, and several people on the high platform flew back at the same time and fell off the high platform.

The sound waves carried the piercing sword intent and cut off the corner of the eaves of the front hall.

Chang Xunchun, the young master of Chenyin Pavilion, groaned, and blood dripped, staining the white jade flute in his hand red.

Xiao Ling heard his heavy breathing, and hurriedly took a step forward, apologetically saying: "Master Chang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to abandon you..."

"It's OK, it's just a minor injury, Miss Xiao was forced by the situation." Chang Xunchun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned to look at the cut eaves of the palace. The smooth surface was infused with the sword spirit. "It seems that Gu Jiang has also practiced music."

The sword formation was broken, and the three supreme elders of the Yunji Sect were injured to varying degrees, and their faces were not very good.

Nie Yinzhi and Gu Jiang had a symbiotic curse in their bodies, and Nie Yinzhi became the only weakness of the demon. This time, the sudden attack was intended to cut off the Gordian knot and kill Nie Yinzhi, but it still alarmed the demon.

The three elders were defeated in an indirect confrontation with him, and it is unlikely that there will be such an opportunity again in the future.

Everyone was on high alert, observing the seal on Zhedan Peak.

After the turmoil of the sword formation subsided, only the Demon Sealing Inscription continued to flash, and finally returned to peace.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the demon can't break the Wuliang Sect

's Demon Sealing Cauldron for the time being." A Buddhist cultivator from the Wuliang Sect put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name: "Unlike the Ten Thousand Demon Cave that seals all the demons, Gu Jiang is just one person after all. As long as he is locked in there, the Demon Sealing Inscription will sooner or later consume his demonic energy."

The sword formation was damaged, and they had to cast a new barrier. The various factions gathered together to discuss.

The voice of the Grand Elder came from the other side of the platform, and he said in a cold tone: "Xiao Ling, you have worked hard, you should go down and rest." Xiao

Ling bit her lip, almost suffocating in the indifferent tone, she bowed and saluted, "Yes."

Jing Chongshan frowned, although he was dissatisfied with the attitude of the Grand Elder, he did not dare to act rashly. As a medical practitioner, he was here to take care of Xiao Ling, so he naturally left with her.

He pinched a strand of spiritual power in his hand, supported Xiao Ling to leave the platform, and walked towards the back hall of Mingxiao Peak.

Jing Chongshan saw that she was in a bad mood, and comforted her: "What you have to do is to lead Nie Yinzhi into the sword formation. You have completed this task, and you have done it very well."

Xiao Ling shook her head in silence.

The three supreme elders were dissatisfied with her, she knew.

She had retreated too quickly just now, too vulnerable, with the help of the flute and the backing of the Yunji Sect's thousands of sword lights, but she fled at the first moment of Nie Yin's counterattack.

But how could they have thought that her soul had been hurt by Nie Yin, and now her cultivation was far inferior to that of the other party. Even the Ruyi Sword in his hand still had some residual favor for her. If she retreated, the sword energy that attacked her face might not only cut her clothes.

They didn't even think about protecting her.

When Xiao Ling invaded Nie Yin's spirit platform, she saw the spell that connected her body and soul. The first moment she woke up, she endured the headache and drew the pattern and asked someone to send it to the supreme elders.

If she had not been somewhat useful, she would have been thrown into a corner and rotted.

But they still blamed her and put the blame on her for this disaster.

But was she wrong? Did she hope that the sect and the master she cared about so much would not come looking for her after she disappeared, but instead find someone who looked like her to replace her? Did she want to cut open her elixir and take out her eyes?

She had never shown any ill will towards the person who replaced her, and he was forced to occupy her spirit altar by the power of his master's consciousness.

Nie Yinzhi had obtained all this because of her, but he treated her like this.

Xiao Ling's body seemed to still be filled with the pain of being torn by the spider. Her soul was badly injured and now she was broken from the outside to the inside.

She seemed to be in pain all the time, falling from the cracks in the void into the abyss of death and being corroded bit by bit by the miasma. Why was she always the one covered with wounds?

She thought that after returning to the Yunji Sect, all her sufferings would end. Her master had promised her that he would do everything he could to heal her and give her a healthy body. She thought she could go back to the way she was before.

It turned out that there was no way back.

Xiao Ling felt a tightness in her chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Lingling." Jing Chongshan whispered, stretched out his hand to hold her pulse, intending to use his spiritual power to clear it for her.

Xiao Ling waved her hands, "Uncle Jing, no, don't waste your spiritual power."

"What are you talking about?" Jing Chongshan scolded. Seeing the girl he had raised so hopeless, he felt so sad that he could not explain it in words. He bent down and picked her up without saying anything, and walked quickly through the corridor, "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure you and make you recover."

Sang Wumian also said this to her. When

Xiao Ling thought of him, she no longer felt the pain in her heart.

When she was struggling in the abyss, she thought of him with all her heart, which made her willing to be invaded by the miasma, abandon Zhu Ni, leave its protection, and come out of the dead abyss.

The longing that had accumulated over time began to fade away when she knew about Nie Yinzhi's existence.

Sang Wumian was not worthy of her keeping him in her heart. Yunji Sect, the place she once regarded as her home, was not worthy of her now.

Xiao Ling raised the corners of her lips with a faint smile. She did not really believe it, but she still took his feelings into consideration and nodded, "Thank you, uncle."

Jing Zhongshan slowed down his tone, "Then you must cooperate with uncle's treatment and must not give up on yourself."

Xiao Ling nodded, "I understand."