Cong Xin stood on the Tianli Sword Platform, looking at the bloody scene in front of her in horror.

The senior brother of Yutian Sword Sect——Yun Jianlai,

At this moment, it turned into a pile of minced meat.

he--

He was cut into pieces by his own magic sword.

Not long ago, Cong Xin, who had just returned to the sect, learned about the failure of the Sword Alliance. Considering that the senior brother had treated her well before, she planned to see Yun Jian and say goodbye before leaving. But.

Who would have thought that just as he stepped onto the sword platform...

He saw a dark magic sword hanging out of the air from the depths of the cliff, and released six ink-like black mist towards Yun Jianlai's body!!

The black mist turned into six ferocious-looking horned ghost heads, biting Yun Jianlai's body-protecting mask with a big, substantial mouth. In just a blink of an eye, his body-protecting technique turned into a

The fragments, together with their own bodies, were devoured in the sound of "clop, clatter, clatter" until only the remains of flesh and bones were left.

Even though Cong Xin had killed someone before, he was still horrified to see such a bloody scene.

"What... what kind of ghost is this!" He came back to his senses and without stopping, immediately turned around and ran down the mountain!

It was evening at this time, and the disciples within the Yutian Sword Sect had already withdrawn. There was almost no one in the mountains. His panicked footsteps echoed in the empty valley, which was very scary.

He was unable to fly with his sword in the Sword Sect's formation that had not yet stopped operating. He was not going down the mountain very fast. He stumbled along the way and almost fell off the cliff several times.

Fortunately, the magic sword did not seem to follow him immediately, which temporarily relieved his heart that was about to hang over his head. His breathing, which had become disordered due to fear before, also became much calmer. However, just when he saw the platform at the bottom of the mountain

, when he felt that he was safe, a sharp and rough voice suddenly exploded next to his eardrums!

"Cong Xin, are you afraid of me?"

"ah!!!!!"

The sudden sound shocked him so much that he lost his footing and rolled down the stone steps towards the ground platform. He suffered countless scratches on his body.

But during this process, the demonic sound still did not stop

"Cong Xin, don't you want to gain power?"

"Cong Xin, why not cooperate with me? I can give you the power you want."

"Who... who is it!? You... who are you!?"

Cong Xin held her head with both hands and kept rolling left and right on the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, trying to relieve the pain in her body and the buzzing in her head. However, the magic sound was not an illusion.

"Cong Xin, come. Come back to the mountain. Take the holy body of this king and leave here. I will let you get everything."

The demonic voice kept whispering in his ears, and in a daze, Cong Xin even had the urge to go back to the mountain and draw the sword, but he was not stupid and knew that this was the demonic voice causing trouble.

Having seen Yun Jianlai's miserable state with his own eyes, how could he act like an inexperienced boy and then foolishly run back and have close contact with something that was obviously a great evil?

"You can't even try to deceive me!"

Cong Xin let out a low roar and used all his strength to get up from the ground.

The next breath, he immediately looked around, and after confirming again that the magic sword was true and had not followed him, he suddenly felt more confident.

His mind was racing and he quickly came to the conclusion

If that magic sword still had some remaining power, it would have been able to fly freely like it did just now. Why would I need to go up the mountain to help him! With this look, it must be that it doesn’t have enough remaining power, so it needs a Yunjian to be so stupid as to carry it like a tool.

Let it do evil everywhere, and once it loses its use value, it will turn into evil mist and swallow the sword owner like before!

Haha, Yun Jian died instantly when he came to the golden elixir stage and reached Dzogchen cultivation. With my strength in the early stage of foundation building, if I believed him and really went back, I would definitely have a narrow escape from death, and it is even more likely that I will never die from now on.

Become a puppet at his mercy!

Thinking of this, Cong Xin became more decisive and continued to run into the distance without looking back!

The demonic voice seemed to sigh softly and said slowly

"Cong Xin, I have cooperated with Yun Jianlai for a period of time before. As a disciple of the Yutian Sword Sect, you must be very familiar with his cultivation progress."

Cong Xin frowned, but kept walking.

Of course he knew.

In his impression, Yun Jianlai was a typical late bloomer. This senior brother's cultivation talent in the first half of his life was, in a sense, not even as good as his own.

What is the concept of being able to build a foundation at the age of twenty-five?

In Yutian Sword Sect, only disciples who have established foundations are qualified to be deacons. Among the disciples recruited by second-rate sects, if most swordsmen have practiced since childhood, they can basically achieve foundation building before they are in their twenties. Only in this way,

Only then will the path of spiritual practice in the future be easier.

However, Yun Jianlai, as the son of the head of the sect, enjoyed the best cultivation resources and took the most cultivation pills, and he barely entered the second realm at the end of his twenty-fifth year.

Until then, let alone "elder brother", he is not even qualified to be an inner "deacon".

But all this has undergone earth-shaking changes since the moment he obtained the magic sword eight years ago.

——It takes three years to achieve elixir formation and five years to achieve great perfection.

Although Cong Xin didn't read much, he also knew that this cultivation speed was unreasonable within Yutian Sword Sect.

Looking at Great Qin, the most powerful Lingyue Sect, the most typical example is Chief Morning Star Qin Shiyin.

She possesses the talent of a monster and a spiritual root at the level of a saint, but she only formed the elixir when she was twenty years old. If she wants to cultivate to the Great Perfection, she will have to cultivate for another ten or eight years.

But when Yun Jian came, his spiritual root was a tattered Changling root, that is, a messy three-attribute and five-element spiritual root. In the first twenty-five years, his cultivation progress was completely in line with his qualifications, and there was nothing wrong with it. But in the next eight years

, but he took off directly like a roller coaster!

The answer is obvious, the magic sword is helping him.

But Cong Xin did not stop.

He knew it very well.

Even if you can make your cultivation skyrocket, what can you do?

Is cultivation more important than life?

He would not do this kind of business if he gained cultivation but lost his freedom, or even his life.

Seemingly seeing through his inner thoughts, Moyin said again

"Cong Xin, I took away the life of Mr. Yun because he violated the promise he made with me.

He did not calm down and steadily improve his own cultivation. Instead, he couldn't wait to expand his territory as soon as he tasted some benefits, and later blamed me for the failure. Don't you think he asked for this?"

Cong Xin was slightly startled when he heard this.

During these days, he had a more or less understanding of Yun Jianlai's character.

Compared to practicing, Yun Jianlai seems to be more obsessed with running his own sect.

What the magic sword said does not seem to be a lie.

But I heard the other party say, "Cong Xin, I don't need you to do anything. Between you and me, it's very simple."

"As long as you promise me that after your cultivation reaches Nascent Soul, you will take me to the West Sea to complete an extremely simple task, I can guarantee that you will get what you want."

Hearing this, Cong Xin laughed loudly and asked loudly into the air behind her.

"You evil creature has such a loud tone, how can you be sure that what you say is what I want?

Do you know what I want?

Let me tell you! I don’t like those skills and secret books at all!

If you want to use your practice to confuse me, then I advise you to do it yourself!"

Cong Xin quickened his pace.

The mountain gate of Yutian Sword Sect is right in front of him. As long as he leaves here, he can escape and never come back.

"Heh." Moyin seemed to chuckle.

"I will not bother to tell lies to a junior like you."

He paused,

At the last moment when Cong Xin's feet were about to step out of the mountain gate,

Continue to spread the message

"I, the king, will let you see the girl named Mu again soon."

——

At this moment, Cong Xin stood blankly on the spot.

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Chapter completed!