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

"Won't die? How is that possible?" Si Renxuan said in a lost voice.

"This Meng Yunhan is simply a lunatic. He even cruelly killed a little demon and made her bleed so much. How could she not die if he wanted to kill her... It's really disgusting. He used demons to kill and vent his anger..."

Si Renxuan felt that Meng Yunhan was so angry that he wanted to kill the demon to vent his anger because he had an argument with his mother and was slapped in the face. Killing a beautiful little demon who always said she loved him without blinking an eye was so cruel that it was outrageous.

"No."

"what?"

"The core of the Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon was damaged because someone used extremely strong spiritual power to imprint it in her consciousness, making her extremely submissive and obedient. As a result, the Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon transformed into someone who deeply loved Meng Yunhan. This powerful imprinting spell is extremely complex and dangerous, and may cause extremely strong backlash from the soul. Therefore, the person who cast the spell will not kill her easily, otherwise he will suffer a great loss."

After Li Mo finished speaking, all the blood flying into the air stopped in midair. Each drop of blood shone brightly and collided with the golden light array floating in the air, generating spiritual power agitation with the blood fusion array. Its eight directional patterns appeared as the eight trigrams. In the center of the array was a huge golden light ball. The light ball contained powerful power, slowly rotating in the air and generating a strong suction force. This suction force sucked in every drop of the butterfly-winged purple demon's blood.

Then, as the blood flowed in, the golden light array began to change. The array diagram became radiant, and strong purple light burst out from every array eye, like a thousand-foot-long light breaking through the darkness, dazzling people. This purple light spread in all directions with irresistible power, making the entire valley extremely bright. The entire valley seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious purple light curtain. In this light curtain, a butterfly shadow appeared in the center. This butterfly shape exuded a powerful and strange aura, carrying the pressure of an ancient monster beast, almost at the level of Mahayana...

Li Mo frowned: Ancient mythical beast, there is actually an ancient mythical beast in the Hundred Flowers Divine Abyss?

In today's world of cultivation, the ancient mythical beasts are basically no longer seen. Those ancient mythical beasts and the former demons and saints have all disappeared in the long river of history. Only some legends remain in books and allusions. It is rumored that those ancient mythical beasts possess enormous magical powers that can easily subvert the world, cause mountains and rivers to collapse, and cause chaos in the universe... but now they have appeared in Baihua Divine Abyss.

Si Renxuan beside him also gasped.

"The ancient butterfly demon, he used the blood of the butterfly-winged purple demon... is..."

"He used the blood of the Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon to sacrifice to the ancient beast that might be the ancestor of the Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon. It doesn't look like he wants to awaken it, because although the aura is strong, it is very weak, probably less than one ten-thousandth of that of the ancient butterfly beast. Naturally, he can't have such a powerful ability to awaken the ancient beast, and the most likely possibility is that he will be devoured by the ancient beast. But if he becomes the master of the ancient beast, then he will be the number one in the world."

Considering that Meng Yunhan did not practice the wood-related magic passed down from his ancestors at Baihua Shenyuan, but practiced beast taming, it is possible that this kid does not have such ambitions.

"Then what is he going to do..." After Si Renxuan asked, he saw Meng Yunhan draw the magic power of the ancient beast that appeared above the magic circle into his own body, turning his body into the center of purple light. The purple light circulated around him, emitting waves of light, and finally turned into a spirit ball and entered his forehead. Once it entered his body, a red glow appeared on his face and his eyes became brighter. It can be seen that the magic power of this formation is extremely beneficial to his body.

The Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon on the side was losing blood rapidly, her face turned as pale as snow, and finally her body even began to twitch from the blood loss. Meng Yunhan then pinched his fingers to stop the magic circle from sucking blood, and shot a spiritual medicine into the Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon's mouth. Only then did the Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon stop twitching and the wound closed, but her body was covered in blood, her eyes were dazed, and she looked very scary.

Meng Yunhan practiced the magic power gained from the magic circle for a while before he slowly walked to the side of the butterfly-winged purple demon. He looked down at her with cold eyes, but his voice was extremely doting and gentle: "Do you still love me?"

The Butterfly-Winged Purple Demon breathed rapidly for a long time before she slowed down her breathing with her chest rising and falling, and said with a hoarse and dry throat: "Love..." Her voice was like a traveler who had walked in the desert for ten days and ten nights, walking in the endless desert, walking in despair, and Meng Yunhan was the only water she saw, the only chance of survival... She was extremely pious and extremely submissive, as if he was her God.

"No, you don't love me..." Meng Yunhan's eyes were cold. "You should hate me. Because every time I used you to practice martial arts, you were almost on the verge of death. Everyone's survival instinct would make him hate the enemy who killed him, but you didn't. Because I need your absolutely calm, peaceful, happy and joyful blood, not hatred, resentment, and anger. Only in this way can your ancient ancestors get strength from your blood."

He squatted down and stroked her cheek. The blood on her face stained his hands, which was dazzling red, but he didn't care. He looked at the butterfly-winged purple demon like looking at a fine antique. The butterfly-winged purple demon looked at him calmly, as if he had completely forgotten that he had just cut her throat and almost took her life. "You are just my tool. Tools don't need to love. You can only retain a little bit of the ability to love and absolutely submit to me. I will erase all your memories and you will only remember that you love me and absolutely submit to me. I don't like accidents, so every time I use the soul-sucking magic circle, I have to erase your memory. The last one of your kind blew himself up because I wiped out his consciousness again and again. You are very sensible and will not resist, but... you are almost a fool."

"Tell me... is it better for you to recover your consciousness and self-destruct, or is it better for you to have your consciousness destroyed by me again and again and become nothing?" His voice was as sweet as if he was talking to a lover, but what he said was creepy.

His words made Si Renxuan, who was observing the two of them, feel his hair stand on end. He crossed his arms, rubbed his arms with his fingers, and shouted, "My God, there are so many psychopaths in the Hundred Flowers Divine Abyss. There's the old Abyss Lord who has a hundred wives, and the young Abyss Lord who keeps killing demon pets. I want to stay away from these perverts."

Li Mo looked thoughtful and did not respond to Si Renxuan's words.

So Si Renxuan asked her, "What are you thinking about?" He rarely saw her like this. Usually at this time she would say some pretentious words that would arouse hatred in a nonchalant manner, and then end with a laugh at the vulgarity and deformity of the world, making her whole person exude a unique aura of a madman.

But she didn't. Instead, she frowned and thought about something.

"I was wondering..." After a moment of silence, Li Mo slowly answered him, "Does the butterfly-winged purple demon really not know Meng Yunhan's cruel annihilation and calmly accepts his blood being peeled off again and again, or does it clearly know everything in its subconscious, but in order to survive, it pretends to know nothing and keeps saying it loves him, while being sober and having its throat cut by him again and again..."