But he was really unwilling to accept it.

Back then, Mo Ziyan could not get the love she wanted but finally got the happy ending. Who knows the pain in Qu Yun's heart now? Hundreds of years of love and admiration have long been more than just lusting after beauty, but Jiang Zhige's position in Mo Ziyan's heart cannot be compared.

In the center of the hall, although Jiang Zhige was dying, he could still hear Mo Ziyan's voice, but he could not speak directly.

Listening to her heart-wrenching cry, Jiang Zhige was a little at a loss.

At first, he just wanted to use the system to tamper with past memories in order to move the heroine to be rescued. He never thought that it would make Mo Ziyan so heartbroken.

Nangong Rou was fine. She still had the energy to ask Jiang Zhige why he didn't tell her the truth.

Mo Ziyan was even worse. If she hadn't been thinking about rescuing Jiang Zhige, she would probably have died on the spot in the Zhengyang Temple.

“Am I going too far?”

Mo Ziyan was moved by his success. Jiang Zhige should be happy about the increased chance of being rescued, but at this moment he felt upset for some reason.

Logically speaking, as a time traveler who had only read novels, he could at most feel sorry for Mo Ziyan's sadness, but he could feel that he had more emotions.

Sadness, guilt, and heartache, as if he was the Jiang Zhige in memory.

"System, are you too insane? You can even change the subconscious of a host like me?"

Jiang Zhige tried to ask the system, but unfortunately the system seemed to be a dead object. There was only a prompt sound at the beginning, and there was no sound after that, let alone responding to his questions.

"Jiang Zhige!!"

Before Jiang Zhige could think too much, a roar suddenly sounded in the hall, which scared him.

Qu Yun clenched his teeth, tears streaming down his face, and threw a broadsword at Jiang Zhige.

Clang! Without Mo Ziyan making a move, Nangong Rou raised her hand and knocked the broadsword away.

"Qu Yun! What are you doing?!"

Nangong Rou stood in front of Mo Ziyan and Jiang Zhige, looking at Qu Yun with vigilance in her eyes.

In the past, she had some good feelings towards Qu Yun. Even if they couldn't be Taoist companions, they could still be friends. But now that she saw that Qu Yun intended to hurt Jiang Zhige, all she had left was hostility.

"What are you doing? Jiang Zhige has committed many evil deeds and brought disaster to the people. Even if he is not a demon cultivator, he will die today!"

Qu Yun retracted his broadsword, slowly stood up, and walked towards Jiang Zhige step by step.

"Ridiculous! His memory hasn't fully appeared yet, how do you know he is evil or not good?"

Nangong Rou did not give in. She took out her magic sword and pointed it at Qu Yun.

At first, she also thought that Jiang Zhige had done a lot of bad things after he became emperor, but after witnessing the battle between Jiang Zhige and the green-robed old man and a group of powerful men, she felt that the world, including herself, had misunderstood Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige was extremely angry at the time, but he was unwilling to massacre innocent lives. If it wasn't for Mo Ziyan's life, he would probably not be willing to kill that group of righteous monks until his death.

Even though Mo Ziyan's life was at stake, Jiang Zhige had no choice but to summon Tiansha, which resulted in harm to innocent people.

If he were in control of the body, he would definitely escape if possible, and if fighting occurred, he would avoid hurting innocent lives around the battlefield.

The most important thing is that now Nangong Rou doesn’t care what Jiang Zhige does later. All she wants is to keep Jiang Zhige alive.

"Devil is devil after all!"

"Even if he declares himself an emperor and returns to the devil's way, he is still a devil!"

"Nangong Rou, you said this yourself!"

Qu Yun's voice was full of hysteria, and he had no intention of backing off.

Nangong Rou's heart trembled when she heard this, and her face turned pale as paper.

Yes, she was the one who had the strongest murderous intention towards Jiang Zhige at the beginning. What qualifications did she have to stand in front of Jiang Zhige at this time?

Just as Qu Yun was about to walk up to Nangong Rou, another powerful pressure erupted in the hall, instantly making his breathing stagnate and he could hardly move.

Mo Ziyan, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, walked to Nangong Rou and comforted her in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Rou, don't think too much. Rescuing Master is the most important thing."

"Thank you."

Nangong Rou's expression improved a little and she nodded heavily to Mo Ziyan.

She was right. No matter whether Jiang Zhige would forgive her or not, she had to ensure Jiang Zhige's life first.

"Zi Yan, you."

A great sadness suddenly surged in Qu Yun's heart and he looked at Mo Ziyan in disbelief.

Although he knew the answer very well, he still felt like he was going to collapse when he saw Mo Ziyan becoming his enemy for Jiang Zhige.

Mo Ziyan turned her head slightly and whispered, "Qu Yun, for the sake of our past friendship, I can tolerate you shouting and killing our master, but I will never allow you to really hurt him, not even a hair."

Qu Yun stood there in a daze, forgetting to break free from the shackles of the oppressive pressure.

The two who had hoped to become Taoist couples not long ago, suddenly became just a thing of the past? Mo Ziyan even only said the word "feelings" and didn't even want to mention "affection"?

“How ridiculous! How ridiculous!!”

“Coming to this Zhengyang Temple, I, Qu Yun, am actually the saddest person!”

Qu Yun suddenly broke free from the coercion and threw his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh.

He was laughing but crying at the same time.

Mo Ziyan did not allow Qu Yun to hurt Jiang Zhige, but how could she have imagined how deeply her words would hurt Qu Yun?

If he had known this, Qu Yun would rather have never come to the Xuancang Holy Land and lived a life of self-deception.

Now, he is even worse than a clown, pathetic and ridiculous.

Nangong Rou looked indifferent and said in a cold voice: "Qu Yun, you'd better retreat now. Zi Yan and I will join forces, and you are definitely not our opponent."

She said this not only to Qu Yun, but also to the hundreds of strong men in the hall.

All of the hundreds of strong men in the hall are experts in the Profound Questioning Realm, and Qu Yun is even a genius who can fight across levels. However, in the eyes of a Half-Emperor and a peak expert in the Profound Questioning Realm, he is just barely good enough.

After hundreds of years of contact, Qu Yun should know best that Nangong Rou and Mo Ziyan are extremely good at fighting and cannot be compared with cultivators of the same level at all.

Everyone in the hall looked at each other, all of them were somewhat panicked and helpless.

Fighting the two women prevented the Demon Emperor from being rescued, and they would most likely die in the battle.

But if they don't stop the two women from rescuing the Demon Emperor, they might also die when the Demon Emperor escapes.

Unless the Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige is really as merciful as he appears in the memory, everyone in the hall can only think about the most heroic way to die.

Qu Yun clenched his teeth and lowered his head.

"Yes, I am indeed no match for you."

"But that doesn't mean that no one in the universe can stop you."

The two women sighed inwardly upon hearing this. They naturally did not forget the biggest obstacle in rescuing Jiang Zhige.

Qu Yun stepped back and shouted to the sky, "Sister Qingqiu, are you going to sit back and do nothing?"