Each disciple is not simple

Chi Yan's heart was inexplicably filled with anger. Perhaps it was because he and Shen Wuzhi had been together for some time that they had resonated with each other, and he was unable to understand Shen Xuanzhi's actions.

"There are many ways to resist a strong enemy, such as the Five Swords Death Formation of our sword cultivators! Although it is a fight to the death, it is not completely hopeless. Why do you have to sacrifice yourself?"

"Ignorance!" Shen Xuanzhi grabbed Chiyan's shoulders, his eyes sad, "Don't you understand yet? Daddy won't come back..."

Chi Yan's body stiffened, and inexplicable emotions swept through his heart.

"Now, the frontal battlefield is just a life for a life. Now there are no five sword cultivators in the entire Taishang Sect who can use the sword formation. What can we use to resist Meng Hui?"

"But it can also not be you..." Chiyan murmured in a low voice.

"Shut up!" Shen Xuanzhi's eyes shone. "Why can't it be me? My fellow apprentices can sacrifice, my father can sacrifice, even ordinary people can sacrifice, why can't it be me?"

Suddenly, Chi Yan looked at his face, but it was more like he saw Ming Jia through him.

"What about Mingjia?" Chiyan's eyes suddenly became sharp. "Why can't Mingjia sacrifice herself for the sword?"

A famous sword is spiritual and can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Since Shen Xuanzhi mentioned the method of sword sacrifice, it means that he is sure that Mingjia can defeat Meng Hui.

Shen Xuanzhi didn't expect that he would say it so bluntly.

Instantly, his pupils showed a bit of disappointment, "She is my lover, and also our junior sister from Zhijian Peak. Ignorant."

"Junior sister? Lover? Is this the golden ticket to immunity?" Chi Yan said with a sarcastic tone.

"No. At the critical moment of life and death in the cultivation world, anyone can sacrifice, including her." Shen Xuanzhi sighed, "Ignorance, Zhuo Qing is the most suitable one to kill Meng Hui. Besides, I also have selfish motives..."

"Not long ago, I went to a secret realm and used a forbidden technique to seal my soul onto the Bright Moon Sword. Therefore, only I can forge the sword with my body."

Yes, he had long anticipated that such a day would come. Under the circumstances of the demon invasion, he hoped that Mingjia could survive in the end!

"Okay, time is running out. Meng Hui is a suspicious person." Shen Xuanzhi's attitude was very tough. "After the sword is completed, don't say anything. Just give the sword to Zhuo Qing and let her kill Meng Hui."

After saying that, Shen Xuanzhi went to exchange swords with Mingjia in preparation for forging the sword with his own body.

Mingjia had always trusted Shen Xuanzhi and had no doubts about him. Without any doubt, she gave the sword to Shen Xuanzhi.

Shen Xuanzhi took the Langyue Sword and went to the forbidden area of ​​Chijian Peak with Chiyan.

To forge a sword with one's body, one only needs the water from the cold pond, and to integrate one's bones, blood and soul into the sword.

Chi Yan watched Shen Xuanzhi remove bones and refine flesh, refining the Lang Yue Sword bit by bit.

In the face of tremendous pain, Shen Xuanzhi had been enduring the pain with a blank expression.

Even Chi Yan felt that Shen Xuanzhi was a cruel person who was cruel to others and even crueler to himself.

He even wondered, is the stability of the cultivation world really that important? So many people have come forward one after another, so many people have generously died, and they are happy to do so.

The master of Lingtian Sword dies, and all the swords wail in grief! Heaven and earth mourn together!

Shen Xuanzhi finally couldn't help it and his face was filled with sorrow.

"...Brother! Where are you?"

Mingjia suddenly rushed in, covered in blood, her voice trembling and even with obvious crying tone.

Chi Yan's expression froze and he was about to stand up to stop Ming Jia.

But Shen Wuzhi's body was no match for Mingjia!

He saw a gust of sword wind coming and knocked off balance.

Mingjia looked at the scene in front of her and suddenly let out a cry of grief, "Shen Wuzhi!"

She could never have imagined that just after receiving the news of her master's death, she would see Shen Xuanzhi actually forging a sword with his own body!

She held the Qingfeng Sword and tried desperately to step forward to interrupt, but Shen Xuanzhi had already set up a barrier and she couldn't get close at all!

Mingjia fell to the ground, "Why did you lie to me? Why did you do this?"

It was clearly agreed that they would split into three groups to defeat the group of assassins under Meng Hui, and she had been using the Qingfeng Sword to act according to the plan.

However, the sudden feeling of panic made her body tremble!

After she cleared out the assassins along the way, she searched for Shen Xuanzhi based on the aura of the Langyue Sword.

But just as they arrived at the forbidden area, the Qingfeng Sword let out a mournful cry, and the master had died!

Shen Xuanzhi's ability to conceal his breath was thus weakened, so she came over.

But...but why is this the result?

Why use forbidden techniques to forge a sword with your own body!

At this time, Shen Xuanzhi's flesh, blood, and bones had all been absorbed by the Langyue Sword, leaving only his soul.

Shen Xuanzhi's soul was also merging into the Langyue Sword bit by bit, and it could not be interrupted at all.

"Zhuo Qing, the Langyue Sword with the sword spirit is enough to kill Meng Hui."

Even now, Shen Xuanzhi still tried his best to give Mingjia a gentle and soothing smile.

"…But you only have one chance to strike. Meng Hui is cunning and sinister, so you have to be careful…"

Half of his body was gone.

"Shen Xunzhi!"

Mingjia's bloodstained face showed a rare look of pain and fragility, "I have already lost my master... why do you want to leave me too! We obviously have other options..."

"You and I both know that the cultivation world is now seriously damaged and the population is dwindling. Only this method has the lowest cost..." Shen Xuanzhi's eyes also showed reluctance and doting on Mingjia, "Zhuo Qing, I'm sorry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Xuanzhi's soul completely dissipated, and the barrier was shattered due to the disappearance of its master.

Mingjia held the warm Langyue Sword in her hand, as if she was hugging Shen Xuanzhi.

"Senior brother..."

Drops of tears fell on the Langyue Sword, burning hot.

The blade of the Langyue Sword trembled as if it sensed something.

Mingjia sniffed, but the sadness in her eyes disappeared, and instead there was a toughness and depth in her eyes.

She stood up, holding the Langyue Sword and left the forbidden area.

Chi Yan, who had been ignored, kept looking at the place where Shen Xuanzhi's soul disappeared.

He was created by man, without father or mother, without relatives or friends.

But in this realistic formation, he had a father, a brother, and fellow disciples.

How come all this disappeared before he could even react?

He placed his hand on his chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat, but his face showed a pathetic daze.

"Why...it hurts here..."

He is Chi Yan, not Shen Wuzhi, why is he heartbroken...

Mingjia and Menghui fought very fiercely.

Just as Shen Xuanzhi said, she only had one chance to kill Meng Hui.

And Meng Hui was several levels higher than Ming Jia, so Ming Jia was almost fighting a desperate battle.

Mingjia was like an indestructible cockroach. He was knocked down by Meng Hui again and again, and stood up again and again.

She felt neither sad nor happy, and had only one belief in victory in her heart.