I was tricked by the yandere villain Master all the way to my ascension

"Wuchen, you know, when everyone came here, they already planned not to go back."

"Most of the casualties in the world of cultivation are lost. If we don't find a way to force this divine sword back, not only will we die, but the young disciples outside the formation and even everyone in the world will be turned into ashes."

"As monks, we have no choice."

Yu Changxian's words made Ji Wuchen silent for a while, and then he suddenly smiled, "You are right, no matter what you want to do, I will fully support you, even if you die, I will have no regrets."

The two people's words about breaking the boat are all touching.

Jiang Lijiu finally got rid of the constraints and flew to Yu Changxian, who had injured his soul. "How is Master?"

"Don't worry, I can handle it as a teacher."

"Master is seriously injured right now. If you have any plans with your father, why don't you tell your disciple and let him go and withstand this disaster."

"No, you haven't reached the Mahayana stage yet, so you can't bear this important responsibility."

"But……"

Seeing Jiang Lijiu hesitate to speak, Yu Changxian raised his hand to smooth a strand of her hair, "I know it, and Xiao Lijiu definitely knows the danger, and wants to bear it for me."

"But you also have to understand that this is not the time to show off."

"Think about Mianmian, Yuehan, and Ajin, whom you have been waiting for for more than 100 years. Now that you are finally together, how can you fill this gap?"

"This matter concerns the common people and is not something to be trifled with. Xiao Lijiu, you have a heavy responsibility, but you are a teacher, but you have nothing to worry about. You are alone, and you can just die, and you can still have a smile on your face."

After he finished speaking, with a "zheng" sound, his whole body turned into a long sword.

The Purple Thunder Heaven Punishment Sword was held in the hand of Ji Wuchen, who was dressed in white and had white hair. The red silk covering his eyes was blown away by the wind, and the arc of the sword was reflected in a pair of pale pupils, and purple light suddenly appeared.

"Xiao Lijiu, summon the five deities to help us two."

The sword in Ji Wuchen's hand drew an elegant arc in mid-air, shot straight into the sky, and collided with the sword shadow in the sky.

Even though Jiang Lijiu felt so heavy in his heart, he could only endure it.

She clenched the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand, and then followed, "In the name of the leader of the First Immortal Palace, I summon all the immortals to come here!"

This sound carries the spiritual power of the clone stage and echoes between heaven and earth.

"The Lord of the Formation, Fengyun, is here!"

"The Medicine Lord Bai Mingwudu is here!"

"Sword Master Wei Qingfeng is here!"

"Ning Yi, the Master of Talismans, is here!"

The four of them shouted in unison, "I'll take the order!"

In the blink of an eye, they pushed back a vast force, rushed to Jiang Lijiu's side, and stood in position in the Five Elements Formation.

She raised her head and looked at the person who blocked her with the light screen, and said one word at a time, "Sword Master Jiang Lijiu is here, all five are here."

Ji Wuchen did not look back, "Please give me the spiritual power of the five deities. Within half an hour, I must break through the barrier of Guiyuan Continent and send the Lord Jun to ascend."

"Long string!"

Jun Heng, who was confronting Jian Ying in the distance, looked back when he heard the words, "We agreed, let me send you to ascend, why do you regret it before the battle?"

"As a ghost cultivator, once your soul is dispersed, you will definitely disappear into ashes."

"Let me come, do you hear me?!"

The calm person who had always kept his emotions and anger secretive turned red-eyed at this moment.

Next to him, Shen Yujin, who was fighting against the sword from outside the world, looked back and saw that Yu Changxian and Ji Wuchen were already showing no regard for life or death.

The same goes for the five deities.

There was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

A voice as clear as the wind came from the sea of ​​consciousness, "Take good care of Xiao Lijiu, otherwise I will turn into ashes. As long as there is a trace of spiritual thought left, I will not make it easy for you."

"She is more important than my life."

"it is good."

Yu Changxian withdrew his consciousness, and his voice resounded throughout the world, "This is the last resort. I will open the barrier in this world, and Brother Jun will use the power of ascension to go to the upper world."

"With the power of an immortal, if you can knock this sword away, the Guiyuan Continent can escape the disaster and ensure peace for thousands of years."

"One year in the upper world and ten years in the Three Thousand Small Worlds. Brother Jun wants to eliminate the crisis. He only has a short period of a hundred years. The journey is difficult. I hope everything goes well."

"Five Lords, what are you waiting for?"

"We are willing to lend a helping hand to His Holiness!"

The five people below each held their own divine weapons and injected spiritual power, and the light curtain in front of them became thicker and thicker.

Everyone relaxed from the pressure, and under the leadership of each sect leader, they flew behind the five immortals and raised their hands to pass on their spiritual power to them.

This is the only chance for Guiyuan Continent.

Life or death all depends on whether he can successfully force Jian Ying back to the fairy world.

"Rumble..."

Purple lightning intertwined with the calamity thunder generated by the heaven, bursting out into bursts of loud noises.

Jiang Lijiu's gaze was always focused on the person who was constantly impacting the sky in the storm.

With each collision, the light of the Purple Thunder Sky Punishment Sword dims a little, but it still absorbs the endless spiritual power behind it and meets it again.

"puff……"

Ji Wuchen spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling pain as if his internal organs were being torn apart.

Yu Changxian's voice sighed softly in the mourning platform, "You go back, I'll be fine here alone."

"When I disappear from heaven and earth, you can keep this sword as a souvenir. You can also find a quiet place to bury it. Don't throw it into the sea. It's too dark and too cold."

He spoke calmly and could still laugh!

Ji Wuchen, who was so angry and calm-tempered, almost spit out another mouthful of blood, "Shut up and concentrate."

"Dust free..."

"Forgot what I said when we became sworn brothers? You want me to break my oath and run away from the battlefield?"

Yu Changxian made no sound again.

Thousands of sharp blades cut through Ji Wuchen's white clothes.

The bright red color smeared on his clothes, falling drop by drop, and was burned to ashes by the torrent.

It is clearly invisible to the eyes, but every time it strikes, it can accurately hit the weakest point.

Thinking of this, he was startled, "Wuchen, you are still deducing the secrets of heaven, are you crazy?"

"Even after exhausting all the mechanisms in my life, I still can't avoid one disaster after another. Chang Xian has to sacrifice himself for the sake of the world. In order to fulfill you, so what if I'm crazy?"

Ji Wuchen swung his sword again, "How can you monopolize the name of saving the world?"

"click~"

A gap opened in the deep and boundless sky.

A sword.

Another sword.

The bleeding marks on his hands have not stopped yet.

The gradually weakening spiritual power behind him told him that people in the world of cultivation could not hold on for much longer.

This is still the result of a clan of monsters working together to resist the Great Desolate Flowing Blade. Otherwise, the Guiyuan Continent would have been completely changed beyond recognition, and the mountains and rivers would be shattered.

"The world of cultivation will do its best to help Master Jade. This crack in the sky will be topped by our demon clan."

Demon Lord Lin Wuxiang shouted, and the monks did not hesitate. One by one, they shuttled behind the five statues with their swords, and held their finger tips to gather spiritual energy.

Some people fill the vacancies, and some people fall from the sky when their spiritual power is exhausted.

Jun Heng and Shen Yujin worked together to push the sword shadow back a few points, and then another wave of fairy pressure came, and the ground not far away shook with a "boom".

The trapping formation wrapped in immortal power burst, and the light of guidance shone on Jun Heng.

Ji Wuchen's figure shook.

Above, the Purple Thunder Sky Punishment Sword blasted out a dazzling stream of light, falling like a gentle spring drizzle on his face, caressing a slight coolness.

Yu Changxian's clear voice was as ethereal as mist, "Congratulations to Brother Jun for your ascension. Changxian will rest in peace with countless fellow Taoists and return to the Yuan Continent. I hope Brother Jun will take care of you..."

"Long string!"

Jun Heng was pulled by an irresistible force. He couldn't help himself and was about to leave this world.

He suppressed his grief and released his life vines to tightly wrap around the world-destroying sword, losing sight of it in the blink of an eye.

"Long...Xian..." Ji Wuchen's lips moved and he whispered a name.

His last trace seemed to disappear along with the owner of this name, and the sword in his arms fell into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

It was dawn, and the dazzling light shone all around him, but it could not dispel the slightest chill and the feeling of death in his heart.

Jiang Lijiu also exhausted all his spiritual power and rushed over with all his strength. His voice was rough and hoarse, squeezed out of his throat.

"Master—"