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The woman's belly became more transparent, as if she was holding an amber-like dead tree standing on the stage with its roots.

The wolf's exposed fangs reflected the light as the red mist turned into reality.

Wen Yinzhi seemed to be unable to hear or see the excited cries of the falcons nearby.

This is obviously a very dangerous scene.

But Wen Yinzhi, who was drowned up to his neck, only looked at the eyes on the stage.

In her mind was the last moment before the sword formation was launched. The woman asked herself softly in tears: "It is said in the world that all things are sentient beings... Do I have to die because I am a demon?"

The red light and the light of the sword array activation in the memory intertwined in Wen Yinzhi's eyes.

In the end, it turned into purple light and lingered in his eyes.

It belongs only to the young man wielding a sword in the Kunlun Mountains day after day, and to himself alone, Tao.

All things have animism, and Wen Yinzhi, who used to be jealous of evil, would never have given that woman a way to survive. But now that he has seen a lot, he naturally knows how biased he was when he was clearly black and white.

He shouldn't bite off all the faults of existence.

The women on the stage were looking forward to the giant wolf biting off Wen Yinzhi's head, and the falcons were looking forward to the delicious food they would bring by killing each other among the tributes.

The giant wolf pounced on Wen Yinzhi, but it took a long time and still did not bite off Wen Yinzhi's head.

The transparent saliva hanging on the fangs dripped into the blood pool on the ground, trailing long threads and creating a circle of ripples.

"How is that possible!" The smile on the woman's face froze, and her originally gentle look felt split for a moment, "You should just die with guilt like this! You should...!"

The woman paused and looked down at her crystal-like belly in front of her in disbelief.

Everything went smoothly according to her ideas, and the last step should be Wen Yinzhi watching the people she had killed killed by her with guilt.

All steps are correct.

"It's you!" The woman bent down and looked at the person in her belly in an extremely weird posture, "It's you. He killed you, but you still want to forgive him!"

The angry woman no longer looked human. Her mouth and nose became sharp, black hair grew on the skin around her eyes, and her curved upper body turned into a slender neck.

The body is like a cloud, but many scenes flash across each feather.

"He obviously killed you!"

At the last question, it has transformed into a black bird standing on one leg. The crystal is on its chest. Its slender neck is like a black coiled python, hanging on the crystal. Finally, there is a pointed beak. bird head.

The tribute is never the people who sing on the stage and listen to the music off the stage.

The male corpse, or the one chosen by the mirage, is Wen Yinzhi and the wronged soul of the person he once killed.

It wants them to kill each other.

This was all supposed to go perfectly!

When Mirage questioned the woman in his arms, Wen Yinzhi had already closed his eyes again.

He was not used to the temporary regain of light, and when he closed his eyes, he saw black and red in front of him, not the nothingness when his eyes could not see.

The warm liquid flowed down his face when he closed his eyes, and Wen Yinzhi heard the sound of water falling into the blood pool.

A sigh sounded at the back of Wen Yinzhi's neck, and his breath blew the hair on the back of his neck.

"I don't hate you." The voice was tired, but not resentful as expected. "The moment your eyes are broken, I won't hate you."

Purple flames ignited all over Wen Yinzhi, but they did not burn his skin. Instead, they boiled the blood pool in front of him.

The woman's voice continued: "I am different from you practitioners. I am a mortal."

Cultivators naturally change their destiny against nature and naturally do not enter reincarnation after death.

But mortals are different. They will be reincarnated after death.

The unknown woman who was mistakenly killed by Wen Yinzhi was originally an innocent mortal.

A trace of her soul remained after her death, and it was quietly sealed around Wen Yinzhi.

I originally thought this was an evil fate, just to get her revenge.

But when she saw the boy frantically searching from room to room, and finally scratching his own eye after learning the truth, she suddenly felt relieved.

This young man is very reckless.

Do you think he can revive her by gouging out her eyes?

It was so infuriating and funny.

They are just two poor people who were deceived.

"I am a mortal, and your demon-slaying array is killing my unborn child." The woman seemed to sigh again, "That is the real demon. After so many years, and I have watched you for so many years, I have I don’t hate you anymore.”

Watching the blind boy bumping around at first, then walking calmly; watching the boy's spiritual energy rioting every time he thought of himself, and watching the boy's aloof figure every day and night when he was imprisoned on the cold cliff of Kunlun Mountain.

After so many years, it's like watching a young boy grow up.

It's like watching your own child grow up.

The woman felt in a daze that her unborn child would be pitiful if she grew up resenting her like Wen Yinzhi.

So why should she hate a boy who was used as a sword to stab her? What she should hate was the group of villagers who constantly violated her and even borrowed knives to kill people.

Those villagers are the culprits.

A woman who wants to understand all this will start to subconsciously reach out to help Wen Yinzhi when he falls down while groping while walking. She will smile calmly when she sees Wen Yinzhi's many achievements.

But she was just a remnant soul and could not touch Wen Yinzhi. Of course, Wen Yinzhi was not aware of her existence.

But aura is really a good thing to nourish people.

I don't know if it was because her death was caused by Wen Yinzhi, but there was a vague connection between them. When Wen Yinzhi practiced, some spiritual energy would also be released into her body.

To make up for her incomplete soul, she could even help Wen Yinzhi later when he was in danger.

"Wen Yinzhi, you are the only one trapped in the snow."

A slender hand gently covered Wen Yinzhi's closed eyes.

The gray soul collided with the purple flame, instantly creating countless brilliant brilliance.

The flames boiled the blood pool, and the hot mist rose into the sky, dispersing the red mist in the mirage.

Wen Yinzhi silently raised his sword from the blood pool and stretched out a hand from behind to cover the back of his blood-stained hand.

"I seem..." Wen Yinzhi said in a hoarse voice, "I seem to have never asked your name."

A chuckle rang in Wen Yinzhi's ears: "I didn't have a name before. If you had asked me back then, I wouldn't have been able to answer it."

She has been regarded as a saint for as long as she can remember. She traveled to every village, ostensibly to give blessings, but secretly she was forced to do many things.

"But now, if you ask me what my name is again, I seem to have a name to answer you."

The encouragement in the woman's tone was obvious.

With some unknown mood, Wen Yinzhi asked: "Then what is your name now?"

The soul gradually solidified, and the warmth coming from the back of his hand made Wen Yinzhi's eyelashes tremble slightly, and he also felt the warmth of the palm of his hand that was covering his eyes.

The woman held the Wangchuan Sword tightly with Wen Yinzhi's hand, and the purple sword energy turned into a giant dragon and flew out of their hands, whistling and rolling up the blood in the entire blood pool. The sword light was clear, like a dragon in the sky, and countless thunder and lightning resounded throughout this world.

The red moon in the sky has been covered by the dragon transformed from the sword energy. The woman raised her head and glanced at the mirage on the stage, her golden eyes filled with a little mockery.

But more importantly, it is the solemnity that cannot be ignored.

She moved Wen Yinzhi's hand and waved it towards the mirage.

The dragon turned the blood water into huge waves, and along with the thunder and lightning, it followed the sword energy and slashed towards the mirage.

Amidst the huge waves and thunder and lightning, Wen Yinzhi heard the woman behind him say in a cold tone: "Wen Yinzhi, you must remember, my name is Wangchuan."

The Forgotten Sword, which had dimmed in the swamp formed by the blood pool, now shines with dazzling light again.

Purple electricity flashed in it, and finally the word Wangchuan on the spine of the sword was painted with a touch of red like ink.

Kunlun Mountain's sword intent broke through all kinds of magic with one sword, breaking the formation that bound Wen Yinzhi and Xiao Wenshu, and killed all the falcons surrounding them. The sword energy moved forward indomitably, smashing the mirage and then rushed forward. Sang Shi was hiding behind and peeking, and the dragon transformed into sword energy surrounded him.

Then the sword energy that was raised again passed through his chest with vast spiritual energy, killing him along with his soul.

When the mirage dissipated, the red seal between Wangchuan's eyebrows and the dharma seal between Wen Yinzhi's forehead lit up.

"Wen Yinzhi." Wangchuan withdrew her hand. Now she was finally able to do what she had always wanted to do. Her hand fell on Wen Yinzhi's head and rubbed it, then she kissed the back of her hand, "Sword Master , look forward. From now on, we will all look forward."

After Wen Yinzhi heard this, his eyelids trembled but he did not dare to open them.

Wangchuan retracted his hand and looked at the crystal-like object that had been split open on the stage.

The person in Mirage's arms is Wangchuan's original body.

I don’t know where it came from. After so many years, even Wangchuan has forgotten what he originally looked like.

She opened her hand, and a pair of golden eyes flew out and landed on the palm of her hand. It was strange for two pairs of eyes belonging to the same person to look at each other like this, Wangchuan thought amusedly.

Then a light lit up in her hand, and her pupils turned into two blue lights that melted into Wen Yinzhi's closed eyes.

"As a sword spirit." Wangchuan said with a smile before flying into Wangchuan Sword, "When we meet for the first time, let's give the sword master a special gift."

Silence returned to the surroundings, and the purple flame returned to the seal on Wen Yinzhi's forehead.

Wen Yinzhi still didn't open his eyes.

His eyes, which had been forced open by the mirage before, were stinging extremely. Now he didn't know where he was and whether what he just heard was the fantasy of the mirage.

If this is fake...

Wen Yinzhi suddenly wanted to open his eyes and see the appearance of his companion.

Even if you regain your sight temporarily, take this opportunity to see them.

Thinking like this, he finally opened his eyes.

Tears overflowing from the pain of regaining the light fell from his eyes and fell on the back of his sword hand.

Everywhere you look, there is white mist.

It turned out to be a lie. Wen Yin lowered his eyelids knowingly.

But suddenly he saw two figures with a touch of green and a body of green walking through the clouds in front of him.

The clouds and mist that spread out during the movement caught Wen Yinzhi's eyelids like hooks.

He raised his eyes, and the white mist in front of him slowly dispersed.

A young man with handsome features pulled a female cultivator with cold features and rushed towards him.

"Although monks are not allowed to eat meat, looking at so many waterfowl, roasting them with salt will definitely frighten my group of senior brothers... It's a pity that they disappeared so quickly, even my love seemed to disappear with me. In front of you." The young man had already rushed in front of him, and suddenly got stuck when he saw himself.

Wen Yinzhi blinked slowly.

"I was accidentally stung by a bee just now. Half of my face was swollen and a little purple. I looked through the jade slips for a long time to find out what kind of bee it was, and then I realized that it was because I saw your beauty and bowed to the bee. I can't quite do it. I understand why they say the moonlight is beautiful tonight is an implicit confession. Until I saw the golden scales rising from the river under the morning sun and the orange clouds unwilling to disperse in the dark night sky, I subconsciously wanted to share it with you. Understand that this is the meaning of love... Uh-huh!"

Angry Zen was manually closed.

The voice was familiar enough, and only the little girl Jingliu could speak a lot of words.

Wen Yinzhi raised his eyes to look at the female cultivator who was covering Jing Liu's mouth. She was as cold as frost, and her green robe was still stained with brown blood.

Yun Ci was also looking at Wen Yinzhi.

Yun Ci was stunned for a moment when he met those blue eyes.

"Yun Ci?" Although Wen Yinzhi's tone was questioning, he knew the answer when he asked.

Because Wen Yin knew that the mist burned by the sword had dissipated, revealing the original mountains.

Wen Yinzhi, who had adapted to the light, no longer shed tears. He just looked greedily at the colors in front of him that he didn't know when they would disappear.

After Xi Xingyuan and Jipeng settled the group of disciples, they all came over.

Ji Peng saw those eyes first.

Those blue eyes that he remembered so deeply were as bright as stars. Just looking into those eyes made him seem to forget all his troubles.

"Your eyes?!" Ji Peng came forward, cheek to cheek with Wen Yinzhi, "Can you see?"

It’s a very funny scene to actually have to open your eyes to focus at such a close distance.

But neither the person involved nor the onlookers had the heart to laugh at this.

Wen Yinzhi had already identified the person in front of him from the voice. He leaned back slightly and said, "Jipeng, why are you so much darker than when you were a child?" Compared with when you were a child, your skin is much thicker.

The words Ji Peng wanted to ask were choked in his throat.

Xi Xingyuan laughed out loud, while Zhong Changxu pulled Jipeng away curiously and looked at Wen Yinzhi.

"I, Zhong Changxu." He pointed at himself and said, "Can you really see it?"

Except for Ji Peng, everyone else only recognized them after they were blind, but Wen Yinzhi was familiar with their spiritual energy, so he naturally recognized them.

After seeing his companion's appearance clearly, Wen Yinzhi rolled his eyes and smiled: "Yes, I saw it."

Jing Guan swung his long stick when they met, but was easily dodged as usual.

He put away his stick and saluted under Jing Liu's condemning gaze.

Wen Yinzhi also mastered the technique, and finally after countless discussions, the two of them looked at each other for the first time at the curtain call.

There was great joy among the disciples.

Hechi grabbed Xiao Wenshu with a look of surprise on his face: "What did you go through in the mirage? How come he can see again?"

Wen Yinzhi's eyes were scratched by his own spiritual energy, and it would be difficult to recover with elixirs. Even if it were a real person's eyes, he would not be able to last long because his body's spiritual energy would reject them.

Blind people are not supposed to see.

"Can mirages satisfy people's thoughts?" Hechi asked, if this is true, then his...

Xiao Wenshu was a little weak due to the mirage, so when he saw Hechi's appearance, he could naturally guess what he was thinking.

He interrupted Hechi's imagination and said: "Don't think about it. The mirage is not a wishing pool. There is no such thing as a wish that can fulfill someone's wishes. He really almost died in it."

Xiao Wenshu, who was sealed in the bird and watched the whole process, said in a cold tone: "Is the person you want to kill very strong? You actually want to borrow the power of evil things?" He leaned closer to Hechi's face, and the fragrance of crabapple flowers filled the air as he spoke. , "Why don't you beg me, maybe I can help you..."

"I'm from the fox tribe." He Chi said with an expressionless face. He lit up a fox fire in his hand to block the fragrance of flowers blowing to his mouth and nose. "Your illusions are useless to me. Don't even think about taking my words."

Xiao Wenshu, who was exposed, raised his eyebrows, then straightened up and returned to the half-dead state he had just emerged from the mirage: "The mirage almost killed me half of my life." He changed his words when Hechi's eyes were full of the fact that he was not a human in the first place. He said, "It's not a loss to exchange half a ghost life for seeing a mirage once."

"What have you experienced?" Hechi asked without giving up.

"It's just the inner demon. If you can't beat it, you will die." Xiao Wenshu held up the umbrella again to cover the sunlight that fell after the white mist dispersed. "Your inner demon is too big. If you go in, you will die faster, so I advise you not to Think about it again. If you really can’t make it through, you can beg me..."

Hechi raised his eyelids and looked at Xiao Wenshu, who was hiding in the shadow under the umbrella. Amidst the sound of gurgling water, Xiao Wenshu said slowly: "I'm much easier to use than Mirage. Maybe you can try to beg me."

Xiao Wenshu meant something in his words, and then he stopped caring about the pensive Hechi.

He raised his eyes and said to Yun Ci: "Yun Ci, your junior brothers are still in the secret realm whose life and death are unknown."

"Aren't you going to save them?"

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Do you still remember that Wen Yinzhi's sword flashed in the White Tiger Experiment? It was Wangchuan who did it. The hole I dug has been filled up quite unexpectedly!

Wen Yinzhi, who regained his light, opened his eyes: Is the famous love scene coming? I’m looking forward to it.

Jing Liuyi appears: Ah, it’s a love scene

No one can even think of finding love in my writing! !