Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

Yingzhao suddenly stepped back and said, "You say I'm slandering you, but I have evidence." She suddenly took out something, held it in front of everyone, and threw it upwards - a golden light shone brightly, and people saw Meng Yunhan in the air. He was still talking. At this time, even if the Abyss Lord tried to kill Yingzhao, it would be useless...

This was a conversation, like a memory, a memory from a single person’s perspective—this person was looking at Meng Yunhan, so the entire image was of Meng Yunhan’s face. The woman groaned in pain and said to Meng Yunhan, “Young Master, please let me go. Don’t let my blood flow anymore. Don’t wash my soul anymore. I’m about to die… I don’t want to die yet…”

However, Meng Yunhan turned a blind eye to his pain. He smiled coldly, looking at the man's eyes without a trace of warmth. He said indifferently: "Then go to hell. Do you think I care? I need your blood and soul power. How you live well has nothing to do with me. You are just a tool. Who cares about the feelings of a tool... You are living a life worse than death. This is your fate. Who told you to become a demon? I am a human being, and the young master of the high and mighty Baihua Shenyuan. I am born to be superior to you. You are nothing and can only be used by me."

Silence, everyone was silent.

A person's madness and cold-blooded arrogance were fully displayed at this moment.

Any normal person would feel unhappy when seeing this scene.

High and mighty, huh, what a high and mighty one.

Yingzhao said, "This is the memory of the soul of the bone that Shaoyuan Lord placed in the divine beast spirit formation. It was my last butterfly-winged purple demon that he used to peel blood for the sacrifice formation. After her death, Meng Yunhan used her bones to continue practicing the formation. It is still buried there. You can go and see it. Maybe you can see other memories."

Anything can be faked, but the soul imprint on the bones cannot be faked. Moreover, the refining formation where the Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon's corpse is located is the biggest evidence and is irrefutable.

Meng Yunhan's face changed drastically - he had originally intended to use the corpse of the butterfly-winged purple demon from before the photo to strengthen the sacrificial formation, hoping to squeeze out the last bit of value from her, but he had never expected that it would become the most fatal evidence to bring him down...

Suddenly, a sense of fate and reincarnation suddenly arose in my heart...

Not far away, Yingzhao was also watching coldly, with the same thought in his mind - fate turns on its head, life and death are intertwined.

Li Mo originally wanted to let her go, but Yingzhao ran back halfway through her walk. She looked at Li Mo seriously. Although her soul had just been restored, she had only one thought in her mind - she wanted revenge.

So she said to Limo: She wanted revenge and asked if Limo could help her.

For this, she could sell her life to Limo.

Li Mo did not take her life, nor did he accept her as his contracted beast. Instead, he taught her the steps of the plan and what to say, word by word. He also gave her the purpose of her coming here despite being injured - the soul memory of the butterfly-winged purple demon, and told her that this was the most important tool to bring down Meng Yunhan.

She had been holding the shadow stone tightly, as if she had traveled through time and space, and the two butterfly-winged purple demons joined forces to take revenge on the person they hated the most... In some mysterious way, the stone in her hand seemed to bring her endless power...

“Waste—” Lord of the Hundred Flowers God shouted, and slapped Meng Yunhan. His already pale face turned pale like gold paper, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood into the sky, and fainted on the ground, unconscious...

The wife of the Master of the Abyss screamed, "Son, my son..." and rushed over to hug Meng Yunhan. She ran with great speed, no longer caring about elegance. The wind ruffled her hair, making her look a little crazy. She hugged Meng Yunhan tightly, as if her only hope in this life was disappearing... The two of them hugged each other very miserably, while the Master of the Abyss stood aside. His face was also gloomy, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

What no one noticed was that the little monk who had just been in the crowd had disappeared.

On a tall tree far away, there was a little novice monk with his hands and feet tied and his mouth blocked by a cloth. His face was flushed and he was looking at the distance breathlessly. He couldn't spit out the cloth in his mouth, nor could he untie the acupuncture points. He could only whimper in his mouth, feeling very uncomfortable.

He thought helplessly in his heart - he sneaked out of the temple for fun and came to Baihua Shenyuan, obviously just because he wanted to taste the delicious food and try the world-famous Baihua Fairy Wine. He was just an ordinary passerby and no one cared about him. Who knew that he would encounter a bunch of strange things.

He watched a moonlit night competition without any special events. He said something too much and was looked at by the beautiful female cultivator named Li Mo. It was a trivial matter, but today was the birthday banquet he had been looking forward to the most. He could eat countless Hundred Flowers Fairy Wines that he wanted to drink, but he was knocked unconscious as soon as he left the house early in the morning...

When he woke up, he found himself tied to a tree far away from the birthday party. His acupuncture points were sealed, so no one could find him. He was originally very angry. Why was he tied to a place where he could see everything about the birthday party but he couldn't eat anything? It was so immoral. He then saw a farce -

The most terrifying thing was that he was also watching himself stirring up trouble and being very active in it - he felt very scared -

That person had the same face as him, but he did something among the crowd that he would never do under normal circumstances. It was as if his soul had been taken away and he was possessed by someone else. He was seeing himself from a third-person perspective - this was too terrifying.

Who is it? Who replaced his face with his. Then he made a very bold move inside - just watching him speak, the little monk was afraid that he would be slapped to death by the Lord of the Hundred Flowers Abyss, his wife, or the Young Lord of the Abyss, and slapped to death this nosy "self", but "self" was not afraid at all, and put on that innocent look that made people spit blood, offending the dead without knowing it, which made the little monk reflect on himself - did he usually give people this impression, so he was targeted by someone and borrowed his identity.

However, no matter what, that person is extremely hateful. He did not step forward himself, but used this little monk who has no status and no position as a shield. It is really hateful...

And that extremely hateful person was walking slowly on the road as if nothing had happened, passing through the crowd, and slowly came to Su Xun's side. She said to Su Xun in surprise: "Oh, what happened? I just slept in, but it seemed like a lot of things happened. It feels quite scary. I'm a little scared..." She approached Su Xun and Si Renxuan with a weak and fearful look on her face.

Su Xun looked at Li Mo speechlessly - thinking: I hope you really just slept in and missed it.

Su Xun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but said nothing.

Si Renxuan was very anxious and pulled Li Mo to say, "Hey, you finally showed up. Do you know what happened just now? Oh, you suddenly reached a higher realm, but you said you were sleeping in. Where were you sleeping in? We couldn't find you anywhere. Oh my God, sleeping in can also lead to a higher realm? I didn't get such a good thing?"

Li Mo asked with a smile: "What happened just now?"