The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

The night of Qingyuan Gate was a bit deserted today. When Mo Luofan came down from Qingyao Peak, he met nothing unusual among the patrolling disciples, except for some new faces. The leading disciple simply explained to him that there were suddenly a lot more monsters recently, so the number of patrolling disciples also increased a lot.

He was a little confused at first, but when he saw Zhu Fan, all his doubts disappeared. Zhu Fan put his hands behind his back and smiled at him: "Master, you are finally back. Master was very angry and would not listen to anyone's advice."

No one noticed that his nails had dug into the wrists that were behind his back.

"Brother?" Mo Luofan was a little confused. He had already discovered his identity as a demon. How could this happen? Could it be a dream? That was fine. After all, it couldn't explain why he appeared on the battlefield of the demon clan.

"Well, here we come."

Zhu Fan walked side by side with him, talking and laughing all the way. When they were about to leave Qingyao Peak, Zhu Fan suggested that he go to the bamboo forest first to catch a small spirit beast to appease Mo Xiaolan. Mo Luofan thought that this was the truth, so he followed him to the bamboo forest.

As soon as they entered the bamboo forest, the sound of soft bells rang out, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them.

"Luo Fan, run!" Zhu Ling's voice came from a distance. She ran towards them desperately, shouting, "Luo Fan, run, don't come over here. The cultivation world already knows that you are the Demon Lord. This is a trap, run!"

Before Mo Luofan could react, Zhu Fan behind him pushed him hard into the most open area in the bamboo forest, which was like a magic circle.

As soon as he entered the formation, the spell formation underground immediately showed its true form. The green formation formed a barrier and trapped the people inside.

"Zhu Ling, what are you doing? Our plan is almost done..."

Snapped--

A loud slap hit Zhu Fan's face, and a red palm mark immediately appeared on his face. He covered his face with his hands, his eyes dull: "He is a demon."

"But he is also our family. Can't the family relationship of more than ten years be more important than an identity?"

"Devil, you have nowhere to escape."

The three chiefs came out from the east, west and north, each holding their own sect's magic weapon in their hands. Mu Qingxue appeared from the south, floating in his hands were the peak master orders of Qingxuan and Qingling. The chief Shang Jun fell from the sky, and the golden chief order looked dazzling.

This shows how powerful this barrier is. Even he, the Demon Lord, may not be able to escape safely.

In the Qingling Water Pavilion, Hua Ruoruo and Mu Qingxue did not want to participate in the battle, so they stayed in Qingling Peak to take care of the unconscious Mo Xiaolan. The wounds on her face were almost healed, but the wounds on her body were getting worse.

"Cough cough." The person on the bed coughed twice before slowly opening his eyes.

"Blue girl, are you awake?"

"Xue girl? You're back?" Mo Xiaolan supported her injured body and sat up: "Why are you back? Did you find my brother?"

"Not only did we find our master, but Sect Leader Shangjun is back too." She held Mo Xiaolan's hand, tears streaming from her eyes as she smiled: "Don't worry, after today, we don't have to worry anymore, we can live well."

"What do you mean?"

"The headmaster has set up a trap in the Qingyuan Bamboo Forest, waiting for Mo Chu to fall into the trap himself." Hua Ruoruo said: "And today, he is here."

"No." Mo Xiaolan pulled Mu Qingxue's hand back and said, "It's not like that. Everything is different from the original. Mo Luofan is not bad. He is not bad at all. I was the one who conquered the cultivation world. My injuries have nothing to do with him. He originally wanted to return the position of the headmaster to his brother when he came back. He is not bad. He is not the person in the original book. He cannot die."

There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the black clouds slowly formed a vortex, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

"It's too late." Hua Ruoruo looked at the changes in the sky and said, "Master, use the Evil God Sword to deal with Mo Chu."

The Sword of the God of Death is a sword that can kill gods and demons. Once this sword is out, it will only return to the sheath after there are undead souls killed by it.

Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, Hua Ruoruo felt as if her soul had been sucked away, and she murmured, "When the sword of the evil spirit appears, there will be dead souls."

Mo Luofan was suppressed by everyone using all their spiritual power and was unable to break free. Seeing that Shang Jun's Evil Sword was about to be completed, he was helpless.

"You lied to me!" Zhu Fan was stopped outside the barrier by several disciples. He stared at the man in the air and shouted, "Master, you promised me that you would only capture him alive and would never hurt his life. Master, you lied to me, you lied to me!"

Shang Jun did not respond to him and concentrated on his sword. The Evil Sword required too much spiritual power and he could not be distracted to take care of others.

“No!” Zhu Fan was pressed to the ground by several disciples: “No, I’m sorry, Luo Fan, I’m sorry.”

Lightning took the shape of a sword, and a huge sword blade made of spiritual power appeared in the air. He shouted, and the giant sword turned into a powerful spiritual power and flew towards Mo Luofan.

boom--

A hole was cut in the weak spot of the barrier, and a beam of purple lightning rushed in.

"Your sect is really foolproof in what it does, and you always have a backup plan." The leader of Yutian Pavilion joked.

"Wait." Mu Qingfeng felt that the light was a little strange. She was heading towards the sword of the evil spirit! She shouted, "Xiao Lan, stop!"

A pair of ice-blue phoenix wings suddenly appeared in the sky, with the ends turning purple. The same was true for the phoenix's tail. The phoenix's body was not in the shape of an animal but a human.

Shang Jun's eyes had been half blinded by the spiritual power from summoning the Evil Sword. He vaguely felt that someone stood up to stop him, so he gathered all his remaining spiritual power to launch a final attack.

Mo Xiaolan was already seriously injured, and she forced herself into a fight, so her body could no longer support herself. At this moment, she summoned her true form of the Luan Feng at the cost of burning her life. In the end, her spiritual power was overdrawn, and even the body of the Xuan Tian Liu Guang Sword could not be maintained and returned to her body.

It is useless to confront the Evil God Sword head-on. When the Evil God Sword appears, there will be dead souls.

So, she opened her arms, and the sword spirit power passed through her body, eliminating the blood and destroying her life. The mark on her forehead was no longer the peak master's mark, but a five-petal flower mark. The petals disappeared and were imprinted on the feathers flying in the sky.

The phoenix's feathers scattered and were blown away by the wind, its wings disappeared, and only a person was left slowly falling from the sky.

Mo Luofan just watched her fall, just like before, whenever he was in danger, his master would descend from the sky like a god, so he wondered when he could also descend from the sky to protect her.

He stretched out his arms and embraced the god, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could not speak or even make a sound.

"Luo...Fan..." Mo Xiaolan tried to lean her head close to his ear and said with her last bit of strength, "I love you."

After he finished speaking, the breathing in his ear that disturbed his mind disappeared.

"Master!" Mo Luofan called her name softly: "Xiao Lan?"

The person in his arms never turned back to him.

The moment Mo Xiaolan blocked the sword, Mu Qingfeng withdrew his own barrier. He hoped that Mo Luofan could save her at the last moment, but he forgot that he only freed his hands, not everything.

“Master…” Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling were released. However, they no longer had the strength to fight and sat weakly on the ground.

Mu Qingxue and Hua Ruoruo, who rushed over in a hurry, had to stay where they were and watch everything. The lotus in Hua Ruoruo's hand was floating in the air, and a feather fell on it.

boom--

A bolt of lightning struck.

Mo Luofan hugged the person in his arms tightly, tears streaming down his eyes: "Master, it's thundering, I'm scared, can you talk to me?"

The rings on their ring fingers glowed slightly, peeled off their fingers, floated in the air, and turned into a marriage certificate.

On the marriage certificate, the three characters "Mo Xiaolan" standing next to "Mo Luofan" turned into dust and disappeared, and the marriage certificate also burned and disappeared completely.

"No!" Mo Luofan stretched out his hand to grab it, but he could not catch anything except some scattered dust, as if he had never been there.

He looked at the sky and smiled bitterly: "I lied to you at that time, how could I be separated? I wish you would be with me even when I die, but why did it become true?"

"Perhaps this marriage certificate is too simple. Let's go back and have a bigger wedding. I don't want to care about demons and humans anymore. I just want to be with you."

He wanted to get up, but there were too many things restraining him. Even when he used all his strength to break through, he also lost half of his true energy.

"While the demon is injured, let's attack him together and kill him!"

Phoenix wings suddenly appeared behind Mo Luofan, blowing away the people around him. He turned his head in surprise to look at the foreign object behind him, then turned to look at the person in his arms, put his forehead on hers and smiled bitterly.

The Tianyuan Zhuhun Sword was unsheathed, and the red light illuminated the profile of his face. His ears became long and thin, and his pupils became blood red. At that moment, he had almost broken through the seventh level of the Bafang Xuanmo Dao.

Corpses were strewn all over the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the smell of blood was everywhere. It was said that the bloody smell of that battle drifted far away, almost covering the entire world of cultivation.

At the top of Qingyao Mountain, the blood moon came. Behind Mo Luofan was blood, but the person in his arms was not stained with blood and lay quietly in his arms.

"Take me with you, Your Highness the Demon Lord." Behind him, Hua Ruoruo, holding a blue lotus, walked forward step by step. Mo Luofan acquiesced to her request, jumped and entered the demon world.

After Hua Ruoruo entered the Demon Realm, the top of Qingyao Mountain was completely destroyed, and from then on Qingyuan Gate no longer had any way to the Demon Realm.

In the blood moon, there was a feather of a phoenix that stayed in the human world. There was a petal printed on it. The feather came into Mingfan's hands, and he looked up at the blood moon.

There was also a feather that broke through layers of clouds and came to the sky, and fell into her hand. Looking at the star-filled clouds, she threw the feather down.

Ghost World——

On the other side of the Naihe Bridge, many ghosts lined up to receive the medicine that could help them forget their past love, hatred, and grudges.

“Drink Meng Po soup, forget the past, and enter the six reincarnations.” Jun Guhong held the soup in his hand. The soup was very pure, so clear that you could see the pattern on the bottom of the bowl.

"Jun Guhong!" Xiaobai ran over from the other side of the Naihe Bridge, transforming from a beast into a human: "You want to leave?"

"Yes." Jun Guhong nodded and said, "I am originally a ghost, and my reincarnation is just a few years late."

He wanted to reach out and touch him again, but his hand stopped in mid-air and he retracted it: "Beilin, will we meet in the human world?"

"Maybe." Xiaobai touched the hair at his temples: "I will come to find you."

Jun Guhong smiled faintly: "In the next life, if I am a woman, will you marry me?"

Without waiting for Ming Beilin to speak, he drank the soup in his hand in one gulp. Perhaps because he was afraid of hearing his refusal, his eyes suddenly became confused, almost lifeless, floating like the ghost in front of him. Xiaobai came to his side and guided him forward.

"Send you into the reincarnation." Watching Jun Guhong disappear in the reincarnation, Ming Beilin smiled bitterly: "Forget it, don't meet me in the next life."

In the Imperial Palace——

"She has already stopped breathing, there is no way to save her." The Nightmare Clan leader shook his head: "This girl was already seriously injured before she died, and now she has been killed by this evil sword. There is nothing I can do."

"Seriously injured?" Mo Luofan frowned: "What do you mean seriously injured? What happened to her?"

"Your Majesty, don't you know?" Hua Ruoruo looked up at him and unwrapped the bandage on Mo Xiaolan's left arm, revealing the flesh and blood, as well as the eerie white bones. "Xiaolan was brought back to Qingyuan Gate by the immortal guest a few days before her death. At that time, she was covered in wounds, without a single healthy spot on her body. Your Majesty should be able to see that these are the scars of being eaten."

"So..." Hua Ruoruo stood up and asked, "Does what happened to her have anything to do with you?"

"What's that tone of voice?" The guard beside him half-pulled out the blade from his waist and said, "This person hurt the Demon Lord so badly. We are being kind to her by not taking her life."

"What did you say?" Mo Luofan grabbed his collar and said, "Say it again, what is going on?"

The guard was so frightened that he stammered, "Your Majesty, we are all doing this for you. That woman was the one who pushed you off the cliff and put your life in danger several times. Now she is trying to seduce you and make you obey her. She must have bad intentions, so we are..."

After hearing the guard's words, his hands trembled. After being released, the guard knelt on the ground and trembled all over.

"It's all my fault that she was harmed." Mo Luofan stumbled to her bedside and wanted to hold her hand, but he was covered in bandages and couldn't do it. He had to kneel down on one knee and pull her sleeve. There was a trace of blood on his mouth. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't make any sound.

“Your Majesty!” The Nightmare Clan leader held his body, turned his wrist, and checked his pulse. His face turned pale with fear: “Demon Lord, you, you.”

He immediately gave him an acupuncture injection to stop his cruel thoughts.

"It's useless even if you commit suicide!" Hua Ruoruo yelled, "Your life was no longer your own when she saved you. Do you think your death will change anything? It's just another life wasted!"

"She is the reason why I live in this world." Mo Luofan opened his eyes weakly: "If she is gone in this world, there is no meaning for me to live."

"Well, then you should live on in order to revive her."

"Miss Ruoruo." The Nightmare Clan leader said, "Miss Mo's soul has been dispersed. Even if she gives everything she has, she can only gather one soul, and this soul is useless."

"Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will try." Mo Luofan stood up and sat on the edge of the bed: "Doctor Ruoruo, tell me, how to gather souls?"