The demon witch is her white moonlight

Like being pulled down by a viscous swamp, Le Xiaoyi fell into the darkness where she could not see her fingers. She was suspended in the air below. The black space was bottomless. The feeling of weightlessness lasted for an unknown period of time, and she was still falling at an accelerated rate.

Struggling out of the instinct of life, she stretched out her hand to grab something from her side, but all her fingers could touch was nothingness, wisps of black air passed through her fingertips, entangled like vines, and disappeared in an instant. Be a handful of fine sand, slipping away from the clenched fingers.

Her throat was strangled by an invisible rope, and the pain of suffocation caused her wide-open eyes to be covered with cobweb-like lines.

Can't resist, will die like this?

In this desperate predicament, the zhenqi in her body was firmly suppressed and could not be mobilized at all. Hongmeng Jianxin also lost contact with her. All her efforts were in vain, and she could only watch herself sinking deeper and deeper quagmire.

This powerlessness has been happening all the time for the past twenty years.

She has never been really free and easy, and every time she was in a death situation, she escaped under the protection of Ji Yuxuan. Now, Ji Yuxuan is thousands of miles away, who can she expect to rescue her?

Just any twists and turns can destroy her, so how can she stand shoulder to shoulder with Ji Yuxuan and resist Qingdi's bold words?

Despair piled up bit by bit, thicker than the black air in the abyss, a pair of hands stretched out from behind her, and put their arms around her shoulders. In the darkness, the only thing she could see clearly was her own face.

There was no expression on that face, only a pair of empty eyes stared at him, the crossed arms gently pinched her throat, and asked her calmly and softly, "Are you really willing?"

But what if you are not reconciled?

"You are not without support." On that face, the lips opened and closed, and a sentence came out, "Do you still remember what Venerable Que Lin said to you?"

——This seat wants you to become the successor of the Pagoda Palace.

"As long as you nod your head, there will be the entire Futu Palace standing behind you." That "self" whispered in her ear, "You will have a complete inheritance of the Futu Palace, and there will be three venerables who have passed away to provide you with shelter. By inheriting their will, you can become the savior of the world, the king of the sword."

"Your talent is not inferior to anyone else, even your ancestor Le Jianlan, at your age, never had such achievements as you."

That face changed unconsciously, against Ji Yuxuan's appearance, Ji Yuxuan's eyes, said these words to her tenderly.

"As long as you are willing, this so-called predicament is nothing more than a moon in the water. You only need to step forward to break free from the shackles."

The thick swamp almost covered her nose and mouth, and that face forced her to make a decision in such a situation.

She didn't know when a demon had been born in her heart. When she was desperate and powerless, it would appear in front of her eyes, criticizing her weaknesses over and over again, and shaking her belief.

As long as she agrees, she will sell her soul to the Futu Palace, tie her future with the Futu Palace, and violate the original agreement with Le Jianlan.

The most frightening thing is that even if she knows that there is an endless abyss ahead, she will still walk in the established direction step by step, just like the dream in the long night before, when she was stared at by the pair of blood-red pupils in the sky , not giving her the slightest chance to breathe.

When a person is about to die, why not give it a go?

She closed her eyes, and the face disappeared before her eyes.

The gurgling water flowed through her mouth and nose, and she finally regained a little consciousness. Then she opened her eyes, and her vision gradually became clear.

There was no longer the endless darkness in front of her. A black-robed figure stood beside her, and under the hood was an old face that had experienced many vicissitudes.

Le Xiaoyi raised his hand to block the glare of the sun, feeling as if he had a long dream.

But soon she discovered that everything she experienced before she fell into a coma was not a dream. Although the dark clouds dispersed and the bright sky was visible, the ground was still full of devastation, and the crack in the void between the mountains was still roaring ferociously, telling her All this is extraordinary.

The old man raised the hood on his head, stared at her with a pair of deep and silent eyes, but did not speak for a long time.

Le Xiaoyi couldn't understand the emotions hidden in his eyes. When he turned over and sat up, he raised his numb arms, gently rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Senior, are you all right?"

She didn't ask why the depths of Tianshan became like this, and Zhihuai didn't choose to tell her the truth at this time.

"Yeah." The old man snorted, then turned around, "Get up, we should go."

Le Xiaoyi frowned, wondering: "Where are you going?"

The hem of the old man's clothes moved with the wind, and the circling wind blew away the magic cloud on the top of the mountain, and his voice also drifted to Le Xiaoyi's ears with the gust of wind: "Go to the place you have always wanted to go but have never been able to go."

"The land of red sand."

Le Xiaoyi's eyes showed hesitation: "But..."

The lives and deaths of the seniors of the Yunhai Alliance are uncertain, Ji Yuxuan and many of her peers are trapped in the Yunhai Association, and the Yu Dynasty has not resolved the chaos. Under such circumstances, how can she leave with peace of mind?

Before she could speak, Zhi Huai already understood her concerns.

"What Emperor Qing wants is nothing more than a seventh-rank sword." He said, "The natural disaster was born of the Heaven-swallowing Beast, and only the seventh-rank divine sword can compete with it."

"Before the seventh-grade sword came out, even if the world was in his hands, it would not be a waste of life, and everyone in the Yunhai Alliance knew the alliance seal best. Qingdi still wanted to learn the secret of the alliance seal from them. Take their lives."

"As for your classmates and close friends, the talents are not bad, but their cultivation bases are low, and they are nothing to fear for Emperor Qing. If he wants to conquer the world, he must first conquer the hearts of the people. Since they are self-reliant, why should they be intimidating? The younger generation will do it?"

A few words dispelled Le Xiaoyi's concerns one by one.

Le Xiaoyi was silent for a while, then lowered his head and responded: "Senior's words are very true."

Before leaving, she looked back at the crack in the mountain, could this thing be left alone?What she saw before must have been hallucinations caused by the magic energy escaping from the crack affecting her mind.

This crack is of the same type as what she saw in Qianzhou Lanjiang and Beiming Hanhai. Similar cracks appear in more and more places in the Shenhuang Buddha world. These countless cracks are connected to open the gate to the sky. Is it time for a natural disaster?

The barrier around the Tianshan Mountains must have been set up by Zhihuai, so if they left, would the devilish energy break through the barrier and escape to Dayu?

Le Xiaoyi was full of doubts, and unknowingly followed Zhihuai to the end of the path.

The small river appeared in front of her, and she heard Zhi Huai say to her: "I can answer your three questions, and then hurry on your way."

Le Xiaoyi's footsteps paused, his eyes flickered, and he said, "What is the relationship between Senior Le Jianlan and the three gods? There are so many talented people, why would they choose me? If I don't go with you , what are the consequences?"

After she finished asking, there was a laugh in front of her, and Zhihuai stood by the river and turned her head, her eyes seemed to be able to see through nothingness.

"Le Jianlan was once the successor of the Futu Palace just like you."

As soon as Zhi Huai opened his mouth, Le Xiaoyi was stunned and froze in place, unable to recover for a long time.

She was so shocked that she didn't even notice that Zhihuai said the words "Futu Palace" directly.

"The Futu Palace appeared as early as 10 years ago, when the gods and demons disappeared, and human civilization was sluggish." Zhihuai turned around and said as he walked, "Generation after generation of people has changed back and forth, and the Buddha Palace There is not only one successor in the palace, but throughout the ages, the successor can only be a member of the Le family."

Le Xiaoyi stared at Zhi Huai's back in a daze, and it took him a while to react, and he staggered to follow.

She didn't have time to think about the deep meaning of this sentence, her mind was empty, and she could barely listen to Zhi Huai's continued speech: "If there is no Yuchi's design to frame you, your father Le Junhao should become the new successor, so what?" Is it your turn?"

Then, Zhihuai stopped in his tracks: "If you don't want to be bound by this fate, just watch the sky collapse and the earth sink, and let the natural disaster swallow this world, but all the people of my clan can still live in the world, for a hundred thousand years or even ten thousand years Afterwards, there will inevitably be new members of the Le family who will inherit the wishes of their ancestors and embark on this path."

"This is the fate of the Le family."