"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Meng, I'm doing this for your own good."
A chuckle came from under the mask: "Look, if I don't collect this undead spirit for you, you will never see her again in your life. As long as Liuhe reunites, the Netherworld and the Sea Source Shape are resurrected.
How difficult would it be for a mere Shang Ying to reshape her spiritual roots?"
Meng Zifei was breathing heavily, staring at the blood-red lake in front of him, and said with great difficulty: "In this world... there is no way of resurrection from the dead. You can't even think of lying to me."
The man in purple robe chuckled, and his tall and slender body slowly sank into the lake.
Until the mask was about to be submerged by the bright red lake water, his expectant voice echoed throughout the valley:
"Mr. Meng may wish to think carefully. Although it is difficult to find Liuhe's successor, there are thousands of mortals, and I can afford it.
The long river of blood in Kongcang Mountain has now fallen into the hands of that kid. Should he choose to kill people and seize treasures to renew his relationship with Shang Ying, or should he choose to continue cultivating the immortal path alone for thousands of years... This is your own destiny, Mr. Meng.
It’s over.”
Meng Zifei looked at the lake, which gradually became clear and returned to blue.
He was stunned and lost in thought for a long time.
With the departure of the man in purple robe, the matter in Kongcang Mountain has come to an end for the time being.
The two people from Baili'an Linyuan looked at the scattered monster corpses all over the mountains and plains with complicated expressions.
The entire earth was dyed red, and the wild grass on the mountain was soaked with red demon blood, with sticky blood beads falling down.
Within ten miles of this mountainous area, there is not a single piece of pure land to be found.
Only Bai Lian and Lin Yuan did not have any blood or flesh splashing into the ground five meters around them.
Balian looked at the figure with a complex expression who had gone through a deadly battle and was exhausted but still stubbornly kneeling in a pool of blood.
His neck was twisted, his knees were kneeling in the bloody mud, and his two arms were hanging on the ground helplessly.
The once bright eyes that were as bright as the sun can no longer find any light and shadow. The color of the pupils is no longer dark and bright, but has a deathly gray color.
The blood-stained robe was still silently slipping with tiny pieces of flesh.
He tilted his head, his deathly gray eyes filled with grief that penetrated deep into his soul.
He opened his mouth wide and made a hoarse and choked sound like "Ah...ah..." but could not speak.
It was like going back to the time when I was abandoned by my parents and brothers when I was young, feeling helpless and desperate.
Lin Yuan was almost unsteady on her feet, and her eyes were on the verge of collapse.
Bai Lian came in front of Lin Guiyuan with a single stride, not afraid that he would suddenly burst out and tear him into pieces like those monster beasts.
He held the other person's shoulders with his slightly trembling hands, and opened his lips lightly but couldn't say a word.
When his eyes turned to the black line on the broken neck of Lin Guiyuan, he seemed to understand something instantly.
He carefully stretched out his hand to straighten Lin Guiyuan's head, and the long black thread immediately grew into slender willow leaves. The willow leaves contained an extremely magical new power, seeping into Lin Guiyuan's already dead skin.
After his head was restored, Lin Guiyuan was finally able to utter a single sentence: "My... sin... deserves... ten thousand... death!"
Bai Lian looked at Lin Guiyuan's pale and blood-stained face, looking helpless and helpless, and a feeling of sadness suddenly surged in his chest.
He gritted his teeth and said: "It's not that you deserve death, but it doesn't mean that it has nothing to do with you. If you are guilty, then live a good life to atone for your sins. This must be the intention of Father Shan in giving this thread."
Lin Guiyuan kept repeating these two words, his deathly gray eyes shrinking violently.
Even though all the muscles on his face were dead, Balian could detect his extremely crazy mood at the moment through those eyes.
He took out the dim golden crow vine, pulled Lin Guiyuan's messy and blood-stained black hair into a high ponytail, and pinned the golden crow vine in his hair.
The moment the self-proclaimed Golden Crow Vine touched Lin Guiyuan's body and hair, it seemed to respond and emitted a faint golden light.
It was just like the light he saw from the old man when he was wrapped in death and darkness in the mountain forest.
His dead gray eyes stared at Balian blankly, with two lines of gray tears flowing from his dry eyes.
Having experienced death once, Bai Lian didn't find it difficult to accept Lin Guiyuan's current state of neither death nor life.
There are three thousand avenues. As long as you have both soul, body, and consciousness, you can always cultivate a path of your own.
On the other hand, Lin Yuan, Lin Guiyuan's current appearance was obviously a big shock to her, and she followed Bai Lian silently and in a daze all the way.
In this way, one fish and two corpses came to the upper reaches of the river along the road full of blood.
Huang Kang's body was shriveled, hanging on the river bank like a piece of dried bacon.
His eyes were wide open, and he was holding a small silver sword tightly in his hand.
Lin Yuan found it inconceivable that the two puppets, which Yuan Lu and the Heavenly Tribulation could not completely kill, actually died like this?
"How... did he die?" Lin Yuan knelt down very curiously and was about to take off the sword in his hand.
"Don't touch!" Balian quickly pulled Lin Yuan's wrist to stop him and said.
In order to prevent an accident, he took the first step to take off the small silver sword from Huang Kang's hand, and said: "This sword must not be touched by the living. Sister Lin Yuan, be careful..."
Halfway through his words, Balian's body was shaken, and the feeling in his right hand holding the silver sword was instantly deprived.
Lin Yuan even exclaimed, staring with wide eyes as Balian's entire arm was covered with blood-colored spider web-like veins.
The blood-colored silk thread pierced through Balian's skin, as if with some kind of breathing rhythm, and crazily poured streams of blood-red liquid into Balian's body.
The blood-red power in the silver sword is extremely majestic and evil, as if it is carried by a bottomless pit, and is endlessly and crazily poured into Balian's body.
What's even more strange is that with such majestic power being injected into it in an instant, Balian's arm did not change at all and remained pale and sickly.
It was as if the terrifying power intertwined with the auras of countless gods and demons poured into the soul.
Cold! Evil! Cruel! Mad! Mad!
The scarlet eyes flickered with thousands of negative and terrifying emotions.
Balian gritted his teeth, knowing in his heart that this must be the power of the river of blood.
He did not expect that this small sword did not directly seal the river of blood, but instead transferred half of the river's power into his body.
Balian only felt that all his bones, skin and even soul were immersed in the cold Styx under the Nine Netherworld. The alternative method of cleansing the marrow and forging the soul simply made him miserable, making him sick and nauseous.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Yuan looked anxious and was about to reach out to explore, but Lin Guiyuan grabbed his sleeve: "No...don't...touch him, it's...dangerous."
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