"Bang--"
The demonic energy crashed into the defensive wall created by the jade seal, causing her to fall to the ground, her hand holding the seal radiating golden light.
at the same time.
Song Tingwan lowered her eyes, and a golden pill suddenly appeared in her palm.
Her eyes flashed, and a wisp of ordinary sixth-grade healing pill mist landed on her.
The sudden fragrance of the pill made the Demon Lord narrow his eyes, sneer, and mock: "So early in this life, that white dragon is quite willing to give you a divine artifact."
The artifact withstood the attack, giving Song Tingwan time to ponder the meaning behind his words.
"You...have memories of your past life?"
Blood kept dripping from the corner of her lips, and her voice trembled slightly.
How could the Demon Lord... possess those memories?
The Demon Lord Cang Jin swung the chains in his hand, his pupils glowing with eerie demonic fire, and his voice was cold: "You are favored by the heavens, but there are also some beings who can see my suffering."
Have some pity on him.
Why not?
These words made Song Tingwan burst out laughing.
"Is your suffering simply taking countless lives without distinguishing between good and evil?"
If this is considered suffering, then what about those who truly suffer?
The demonic fire coiled around the chains and crashed against the golden wall again and again.
Cang Jin looked at her expressionlessly, "There is too much prejudice against demons in this world. Only those with supreme divine power can reverse the status of demons. Righteous cultivators like you would never understand."
The impact of the magic chains made her hands numb, but after hearing his words, she looked at him with a hint of mockery.
"If I were to grant you unparalleled divine power and rule over the six realms, this world would likely become a living hell."
"You say that people have too much prejudice against demons, but Lin Kong and Liu Muyu are also demons, yet the cultivation world has no prejudice against them."
Cang Jin's lifeless eyes stared at her, dark and empty.
He twisted his neck, and with another heavy blow, the entire palace and the imperial seal collapsed together.
At the moment of collapse, amidst the scattered ruins, a dark and ominous magic chain coiled around her neck.
"Cough cough—"
His pale face instantly turned red with suffocation, and the spirit jade tablets in his hand flew out one by one. The miniature dragon in the altar seemed about to rush out.
Song Tingwan's divine sense, as swift as the wind, blocked it. As Cang Jin coldly approached, passing through everything, countless drops of bright red blood gradually flowed from its seven orifices.
Cang Jin stood before her, looking down at her with cold eyes as her life force gradually weakened.
The woman's hand, which had been covering the magic chain, gradually fell limply to her sides.
Her eyes, which had been dazzling like a starry river, gradually dimmed.
until--
Those beautiful eyes sparkled, then closed.
The irresistible magic chains tightened once more.
The person on the ground stopped struggling altogether.
Cang Jin then half-squatted down, casually dragged her in front of him, and confirmed that she was dead.
A pale, bloodless hand gripped the slender neck, half-lifting the lifeless person.
Cang Jin tilted his head and stared at her blood-covered face, muttering hoarsely, "Why didn't you use the divine pill... Did you think it was pointless since you were going to die anyway, or did you have another trick up your sleeve?"
The hoarse voice paused, then he chuckled, before throwing the female corpse heavily to the ground in a somewhat frenzied manner.
The chains wrapped around his hands transformed into a pitch-black blade.
So what if I have a backup plan? I'll just dismember her and crush her into dust.
The spiritual platform and dantian are gone.
Let's see how she manages to run out and ruin his plans again.
Cang Jin lowered his eyes and casually and elegantly drew his sword to wipe it clean.
The demonic energy grabbed the corpse again, choked it, and held it high. It held the knife in a sinister gesture, as if pondering where to strike.
But just as he raised his knife to strike, he suddenly sensed the barrier of the domain being shaken. The gloomy man abruptly threw the limp corpse in his hand to the ground and vanished instantly.
The lifeless figure in the red cloak was like a rag thrown on the ground.
The lingering aura of the Tribulation Transcending stage sent the lesser demons fleeing tens of thousands of miles away.
Amidst the ruins, a demon approached with a gleeful laugh.
The road was stained with blood; no one knew how many people had been killed along the way.
He stopped in front of the still chained female corpse and slowly squatted down.
The young demon king bent down, intending to pat her face to make sure she was still alive.
The lurking creature, which had been lying in wait, suddenly changed its form. Its hairband, which had been invisible, also changed shape and suddenly stabbed towards the young demon king's heart.
"Hmm—"
The young demon king, once again struck by the shocking sight, lowered his head in confusion. The Demon Lord had been standing there for so long, yet this thing hadn't appeared.
Why does this thing prick him as soon as he arrives?
But he learned from his mistakes. After narrowly escaping death from having his heart pierced last time, he used a dark magic to coat his heart with a layer of defense.
He curled his lips into a wicked smile, "Your master is dead, yet you're still so protective of him."
After saying that, he reached into the injured area and pulled out the silkworm thread.
The sharp, blade-like silk threads strangled and severed his hand.
The young demon king laughed angrily, then lowered his head to entangle with Jinghong.
"Sink the border!"
Liu Muyu flew over in a hurry, and after touching the red spot on the ground, her eyes turned bloodshot as she stared straight at Shen Jiang in front of Sister Song.
Shen Jiang hissed, took two steps back, and glared at him angrily, "Liu Muyu, you're asking for death!"
"You! Killed Sister Song?!"
Ignoring him, Liu Muyu knelt before the lifeless, blood-soaked Song Tingwan, too distraught to speak.
"I wanted to kill it, but I didn't have time. This thing keeps stabbing me, my hand keeps growing back after it's been severed. Make it let go—"
Shen Jiang thrust his hand in front of Liu Muyu, his eyes blazing with demonic energy, clearly unable to suppress his violent temper.
Liu Muyu was kneeling, wanting to touch Sister Song but not daring to, so she couldn't care less about him.
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