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

"Master...what is it that makes you so deeply in love? It drives you crazy..."

Blood dripped drop by drop onto the snow, condensing into strands of blood, dyeing the snow-covered ground red...

The person who was speaking was covered in wounds, not an inch of intact skin, his breath was weak, and blood was constantly flowing from his body...

In an extremely cold and frozen cave, the chill enveloped the gentle voice, creating echoes...

There were two people lying in the cave, both of them were as handsome as gods, but they had their eyes closed and no breath, like a frozen corpse, but neither rotten nor decayed. However, their bodies were very clean and spotless, forming a sharp contrast with the woman next to them who looked like a bloody person.

The woman was half-kneeling, her expression was cold, her eyes were like black holes, she was indifferent and seemed to have no humanity, but in her eyes there was a flash of madness, distortion, even despair...

She looked so horrible, the blood had blurred her facial features beyond recognition, one of her eyes had been gouged out, forming a huge bloody hole, which was slowly bleeding, but a smile slowly formed at the corner of her mouth. This smile was absolutely horrifying to others, and a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts: "You can sacrifice everything for love, regardless of your reputation, your sect, the right path, human ethics, and the way of heaven. You gave up everything, and in the end your soul flew away. Is it worth it? Is it worth the price you paid? You abandoned everything, abandoned your brother, and abandoned me..."

There was silence in the snow cave and no one answered her.

"Is love so important? Is that woman so important? She made you and your senior brother..."

"Master, Ducang Peak is gone, Wentian Sect is gone, and except for Elder Zhao, almost everyone in the sect has disappeared... It's gone, so be it. I don't really care... As long as you can come back, the three of us can still live well... But when will you come back?"

Wake up quickly, if no one stops me, I might go crazy." The woman slowly fell to the ground. At this moment, she seemed to have lost all her strength and could no longer hold on. The life in her eyes slowly disappeared, and she murmured, "If I go crazy, I might kill someone, and let the whole world be buried with you and my brother. Won't you stop me? Even if you open your eyes, just for a moment. Tell me that you might wake up, otherwise, I might really become a demon... the demon you hate the most..."

At this point, the woman opened her eyes, sat up, and looked directly at her master, who was expressionless and motionless like a corpse. A twisted smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said, "No, it's your favorite demon..."

……

As the sky brightened, Li Mo woke up with a start. The fear, despair and sadness in her dream invaded her mind.

She hadn't had a dream for many years, especially since she was brought into the Heavenly Sword Sect by the Heavenly Sword God Mu Jianfei for 120 years. The cruel fighting and scrambling of the demons in her previous life, the struggle between life and death, were long gone. Her life could be considered peaceful and free of nightmares...

People who practice cultivation rarely dream...but when she tried hard to recall everything in her dream, she could not remember anything. She only remembered the suffocating emotion in the dream that she could not bear.

She thought slowly, recalled, and suddenly she felt something in her heart, and took out a mirror from the ring. The mirror lay quietly between her fingers, cracked all over, covered with fine cracks. She didn't know if it was her illusion, just now a trace of spiritual energy flashed by the mirror, and it could not be captured in an instant...

This thing was something she got by accident more than a hundred years ago. At that time, she almost died just for this broken mirror...

Is the dream just now related to it?

Why can't she remember anything? She always feels that she has forgotten some very important information, and some bad things happened in her dream.

After pondering for a long time, it seemed as if I said the word Zhao in a dream. Could it be the Zhao family of the Wentian Sect?

She sat on a tree on the top of a towering mountain, the corners of her robe blown by the whistling wind, and her powerful spiritual sense slowly spread within a hundred miles... The corners of her mouth suddenly curled up. Speaking of the Zhao family, isn't there a person from the Zhao family not far away?

……

The sky was as dark as ink. A thick demonic aura filled the entire night sky. The crescent moon in the distance was shrouded in thick fog, making it almost impossible to see any light. The sky here seemed to be cut in half by the demonic aura, isolating the world from all outside objects. In the end, it would devour everything… In the dense demonic aura, two blood-red demon pupils were like two red gems flashing with evil light, containing endless darkness. They stared coldly at the people underground, as if they were staring at ants. Hundreds of black tentacles on its body blew with the wind. The tentacles were like countless twisted black snakes, and each leg seemed to be wriggling as if it had life, bringing up waves of disgusting fishy smell. The fishy smell was inhaled into the human lungs, as if a hand had grabbed into their bodies, tearing at their internal organs, causing people to scream in pain, and they just wanted to hold their breath immediately and not touch them anymore…

Looking at this huge, towering, thousand-legged viper and its numerous poisonous tentacles, Shen Qinxian and her companions broke out in cold sweats, and their hands holding the swords seemed to be a little unsteady.

They wanted to retreat, but there was a big shot behind them...so, they couldn't retreat, even if they were about to be swallowed by the thousand-legged viper and die instantly, they couldn't retreat even a single step.

As servants of Zhao Pingshen, the master of the Weapon Refining Peak of the Wentian Sect, they have been screened and tested for their spiritual roots since birth. Those with good spiritual roots can get good resources, be cultivated by famous teachers since childhood, wear silk and satin, eat spiritual rice and spiritual meat, and everything they get and use is no worse than that of the young masters and young ladies of small families. How many people envy such a life.

Moreover, those with excellent qualifications can enter the Wentian Sect to study Taoism and become loyal guards of the masters of the Zhao family.

Wentian Sect is a place that many cultivators in the world desire but cannot reach.

They have such a shortcut because their master is one of the peak masters, which is something many outsiders envy them for.

The good treatment they received was precisely for the day when their master was in danger like now. They could not retreat even a single step and would die before their master. No matter how difficult the enemy was, they would have to step over their corpses before they could pass.

If they escape and abandon their master, they will be hunted down by the whole world by their master, and their families will also be abandoned by the world of cultivation and banished to the human world.

Shen Qin is also a servant of the Zhao family. She has had outstanding spiritual roots since she was a child, with the three spiritual roots of top-grade wood, fire and earth. Since she was tested to have excellent qualifications at the age of three, her parents have jumped from an ordinary servant to a rich servant with their own courtyard and exquisite and luxurious daily wear. Her parents don't even need to do some work of serving and watching the courtyard anymore, and they are dedicated to bringing her up. It is said that because she is beautiful, in two years, when she is fifteen years old, the mistress will consider letting her become the concubine of the third young master and become his roommate. In this way, their Shen family will jump from slaves to half masters.