One cultivator, overwhelmed with fear, collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably: "Give this demon whatever he wants! Why did he have to fight against the Demon Ancestor Ji Gui like an egg against a rock? Now all the Nascent Soul elders have perished! What are we going to do? What are we going to do!"
This voice expressed the sentiments of all the cultivators. Faced with true death, they didn't care whether the marriage between Demon Ancestor Ji Gui and Wind Evil True Lord was unacceptable to the world or to the heavens.
They just need to live.
A Core Formation cultivator with a face as pale as paper refused to self-destruct with his fellow disciples. He shoved one of his senior brothers aside and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Demon Ancestor! Demon Ancestor! Please don't kill me! True Monarch Feng Xie isn't dead! She's inside the Golden Light Sect! Please don't kill me—"
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Bi Xie frowned as he saw the devilishly handsome man in the picture, and said in a deep voice, "Ru Hua, he is seriously injured, isn't he? Otherwise, with his abilities, he would have finished off these Core Formation cultivators before they self-destructed."
"Oh, it hurts so much! The big boss is indeed badly injured. It will probably take at least a hundred years to fully recover. It's a pity that the host's spiritual power is locked up right now, so I can't help the big boss. Waaaaah..."
"What?" Shenxi Fairy's voice suddenly came from beside the bridal sedan chair, filled with shock.
"Master...she perished?"
Another female cultivator sobbed, "Senior Sister Chenxi, Master and the other Nascent Soul True Monarchs have all perished, but that Demon Ancestor Ji Gui seems unharmed and is heading towards the Golden Light Sect. Some Core Formation True Immortals are working together to self-destruct and delay his advance. Let's escape quickly, or it will be too late."
Fairy Chenxi seemed to still be reeling from the devastating news. The female cultivator tried to persuade her for a while, but seeing that she wouldn't budge, she had no choice but to flee with her fellow disciples.
Bi Xie waited in the bridal sedan chair for a while, but heard no sound.
Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open by a slender hand, and Fairy Chenxi glared at her angrily: "It's all your fault! You're such a scourge! True Lord Nian was right, you're a promiscuous woman. You not only seduced True Lord Wuzhan, but also bewitched Demon Ancestor Ji Gui. Now you've not only killed my master, but also True Lord Wuzhan. You deserve to die!"
"If you hadn't raised this demon, how could the Four Great Immortal Sects have suffered such a devastating calamity? I will kill you to avenge my master and to avenge True Monarch Wuzhan!"
Enraged, Fairy Chenxi thrust her spirit sword directly at Bi Xie.
The cold light emanating from the spirit sword caught Bi Xie's eye, and she was startled.
If she dies, Ji Gui will definitely keep his word and slaughter the four major immortal sects.
The mission wasn't finished yet; she couldn't die, and she didn't want to die.
Ru Hua was frantic: "Host, your spiritual power is locked, and you can't use any of your magical treasures. What should we do?"
Ru Hua's words were a revelation to Bi Xie.
At the critical moment, a Yin Refining Banner flew out of the storage bag.
A chilling ghostly aura, mixed with demonic energy, emanated from the Yin Refining Banner, gradually transforming into a beautiful face that snapped into the icy sword blade.
The beautiful woman gave a sinister laugh, "Husband, are you trying to kill me with that knife again? I'm in so much pain, why don't you have any pity for me?"
"Ah!" Fairy Chenxi screamed urgently, as if something had crawled up the spirit sword. Her fingertips felt as if they had touched ice from an extremely cold place, and the cold instantly chilled her to the bone.
"My husband, this knife seems different from the one you used to kill me. My husband, are you really me? Where has my husband gone..."
"Ah, ahhh, don't touch me, don't touch me!"
Fairy Chenxi felt as if two hands were touching her. In terror, she jumped up and dropped her spirit sword, looking at Bi Xie with anger and shock, "What the hell is this? Wasn't your spiritual power locked?"
Bi Xie looked at the beautiful face of the woman holding the spirit sword and muttering to herself, and uttered a single word indifferently, "Collect!"
The beautiful woman struggled for a moment: "I won't go back, I won't go back, I want to find my husband, find my little treasure, husband, little treasure, where are you, husband..."
Black energy surged on the Refining Yin Banner, and Bi Xie coldly glared at Fairy Chenxi: "I don't want to kill you, but if you stop me again, I will have no choice but to kill you!"
Fairy Chenxi stared blankly at the ugly woman in front of her, whose aura was fierce and arrogant, and suddenly lost the courage to continue fighting.
She glared at Bi Xie with resentment, her teeth clenched, tears streaming down her face, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. "What exactly did True Lord Wuzhan like about you? Look at the immense suffering the Immortal Sect has endured because of you! Perhaps you are unmoved by the death of my master, True Lord Luosheng, but what about your great-grandfather, True Lord Xieyang, and True Lord Wuzhan? They died because of you, and you feel no remorse whatsoever!"
"If you had any conscience at all, you should have killed that Demon Ancestor Ji Gui to avenge the Nascent Soul True Monarch and the other cultivators who died tragically!"
Bi Xie, his face tense, walked along, then suddenly ran towards the mountain gate.
The red dress traced a graceful arc in the air, like a blooming peony.
Looking at her host's serious expression, Ru Hua said worriedly, "Host, don't listen to that woman's nonsense. The big boss didn't kill anyone. It was those Nascent Soul cultivators who deliberately self-destructed to try and kill the big boss—"
Bi Xie pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "I know."
She knew that Ji Gui had already restrained himself a great deal for her sake.
If it were a thousand years ago, would Demon Ancestor Ji Gui have gone through so much trouble to get the four immortal sects to hand over their people?
He was afraid she would get angry.
He wanted to be a good person for her sake.
He wanted these righteous cultivators to stay and drink their wedding wine; he wanted to give her a grand wedding; he wanted a house full of guests to offer their blessings; he wanted everyone in the four great immortal sects and even the entire Floating Light Continent to know that Ji Gui had married her…
He clearly didn't want their wedding day to be stained with blood.
Tears welled up in his eyes. Just thinking about how he walked into the Golden Light Sect without regard for the pressure of a Core Formation cultivator's self-destruction made Bi Xie feel as if something was blocking his heart, causing his chest to ache and feel numb.
She bit her lip hard, perhaps because she was running too fast and felt a little suffocated.
Ru Hua asked, bewildered, "Host, why are you crying? What are you crying about? Don't cry, don't cry, isn't the big boss here to pick you up? Your hard days are about to end."
Upon hearing this, Bi Xie felt even more like crying. Because she couldn't breathe properly, she stopped biting her lip and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
Fortunately, because her face was covered in black bumps, the nuns who helped her change into her wedding dress were so disgusted that they didn't want to look at her directly, so they didn't put makeup on her.
Otherwise, a face that's already incredibly ugly would look even worse when it cries!
When he used to fly on moonlight or use the Water Ripple Step, he never realized how big the Golden Light Sect was. Now that he had to run on his own two legs, Bi Xie just wanted to curse.
Ru Hua cheered her on: "Go, host! You're the best! You're the light of salvation!"
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