The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

"Practice the Tao and cultivate the heart, but the Tao will be destroyed unintentionally." Jin Mang Qin Yuan closed his eyes when he saw Wen Ling being cut off from the River of Chaos. The moment the Taoist heart broke, the winner was decided.

Because when it is broken, it is almost like a dead person (Chapter 76).

"Chen Ming!" Qin Yuan gritted his teeth, wishing he could go in and tear the turtle grandson apart, but Jin Mang Qin Yuan said: "There is also King He."

"Huh? Prince He...appeared?"

Jin Mang Qin Yuan did not explain, but asked: "Do you think Master's state in the last battle is normal? Recalling the killing god at the critical moment?"

"It's normal. What's wrong?"

"???"

"Emperor Wen Tian has no fighting spirit..."

Before she finished speaking, Qin Yuan suddenly laughed: "No one is perfect, his heart is broken, he is unable to resist, he killed the person he cared about most with his own hands, and then he was splashed with dog things, and his master and his wife were stuffed into his mouth." …”

"If she is desperate and collapses, I just want to go over and protect her. I hate myself for not being born in the same era as her."

"And if she adjusts her mentality and fights back, shouldering the responsibility of her own coach and minimizing sacrifices, I will not applaud her, I will only feel sorry for her more."

Her voice was weak, but at this moment it sounded particularly gentle and powerful.

"Both results are distressing, and both want to protect her, so why should we define whether her state at that time was normal or abnormal? Just because she did not meet the ideal expectations, she is not my master, and she does not deserve to be called Wen Is he the Emperor of Heaven?"

Jin Mang Qin Yuan looked at her blankly, you have always been like this, forgiving everyone you love equally, but why didn't you forgive yourself in the end...

"Okay, now you can tell me what the Master's final state has to do with King He?" Qin Yuan put his arm around the former's shoulders, as if he was leaning on him without any bones.

"???"

"Didn't you just say you don't define the master's status?"

"Yes, but does this have anything to do with me seeking revenge from King He in the future? I only know that my master cried, and I want to use the same method to pay him back ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times. There is a problem. ?"

Qin Yuan straightened his back and tried to make his words sound as powerful as possible.

Qin Yuan, who has always seen all the faces in the world, smiled, although he was a little stiff:

"The thousand-year bloody battle was planned by Chen Ming after King He's banquet. He won over King He. In other words, if there was no King He in the bloody battle, the master would not necessarily be defeated by attacking the heart alone."

"What did King He do?"

"Desecrate the idols. (Chapter 253)"

"Ok?"

When she said this, Qin Yuan's golden light visibly trembled, and sporadic light spots entered her body before she continued to speak:

"The God of Blasphemy is an ability that King He realized after he failed to ascend for the first time. It is similar to Dao power but higher than Dao power. It is not a ban. The casting restrictions are similar to those of the Body of Deception, but it is despair."

"!!!"

Qin Yuan's eyes widened, and in the next second he changed into an expression showing that Maomao could have any bad intentions, and shook her arm: "Sister, how do you use blasphemy against the statue? I want to learn it~"

Jin Mang Qin Yuan: "..."

"The medium - the soul of the person you care about does not have to be complete, as long as it is intact, attach it to the statue of the god, attract everyone, vent negative emotions to it, and kill the incense."

"After the incense burns out, it will not stop and start to pour down. At this time, the owner of the statue will be affected. As long as you have a little negative emotion in your heart, it will be infinitely amplified and quickly turn into despair until death."

"I understand." Qin Yuan nodded, thinking of the unknown connection between the male protagonist Zhou Lu and King He.

It seems that I have to borrow some souls from him again, it will be useful in the future...

·

The scene of the River of Chaotic Sky continued, falling into the lower realm, Wen Ling fell into a deserted forest.

Dense raindrops fell, and she lay flat on the ground covered with filth, letting the rain wash away her.

"died…"

"They're all dead..."

Wen Ling looked at the sky with empty eyes, and what was flowing down her face was either rain or tears.

She wanted to stand up, but her legs were gone and her level had fallen to the level of transcending tribulation.

"I…"

"You are a useless person now..."

She smiled for a long time, feeling so desperate in the sad autumn rain. Fortunately, there was rain, so she didn't look too much like a lost dog.

·

Autumn passed and winter came, and everything was covered with snow. The man had endured countless days and months, just lying there quietly.

It wasn't until she fell down and became weak in practice that the blood contract in her body suddenly jumped.

"Um…"

The already empty and numb person suddenly had a glimmer of life. She seemed to hear Xiang He's voice?

"Qing Huan...save me..."

Wen Ling struggled to raise her head from the snow. There was only pale desolation in front of her eyes, but she struggled to get up as if she was grasping the last life-saving straw.

"Qing Huan...save me..."

"Xiang He, are you here?"

The Tao Heart is gone, the Gate of Death is gone, the Master is gone, the Master’s Wife is gone, and Wen Chui is gone.

She didn't know how many things she had to lose and how many people she cared about, so she had the idea that saving Xiang He was also saving herself.

"Ah..." Wen Ling held on to Bilu's real name and used it as his second leg, forcing himself to stand up from the ground.

But the snowy road was slippery, and she quickly fell back, but she didn't give up. She sensed the blood contract in her body over and over again and got up from the ground.

Is it strong?No, it's fear!

The journey to find Xianghe was not far, and normally only lasted an hour, but Wen Ling danced for a whole day and a night, and was injured all over her body before she reached the Nine Realms Tower.

Because she didn't dare to use her own cultivation for fear of wasting a little bit and causing mishaps in saving people.

"Xianghe..."

The sense of the blood contract was stronger than ever before. Wen Ling rushed into the tower resolutely regardless of whether Xiang He was plotting or not.

Fighting, never-ending fighting, the monsters inside were obviously not as strong as her, but she still had a hard time fighting. Even the monsters that were one level lower than her could hit her hard when they exploded.

"puff…"

I don't know how many mouthfuls of blood she spurted, but Wen Ling climbed up to the last floor of the Nine Realms Tower holding Bi Lu's real name.

"Xianghe..."

She raised her hand and pushed the last stone door, but even with all her strength, she couldn't push it open.

"Open it! Why not open it!"

Wen Ling exerted force over and over again, and the stone door remained motionless like a fake door, until the strings that were forcibly tightened broke again...

Fear, despair, and countless negative emotions enveloped her, and she spent the last time in her life like crazy.

"Pilu's real name...please...help me...I can't lose it anymore...please!"

She lay on the ground and raised her sword, a dazzling light shining on the sword.

"boom!"

There was a violent explosion, but it was not the stone door that was blown apart, but Bilu's real name!

How could Emperor Wen Tian, ​​who had no Taoist heart, be able to strike this heaven and earth sword?The strong backlash broke the sword, and she was violently blasted out of the tower.

"puff!"

With another mouthful of blood, Wen Ling looked at the disappearing Bilu's real name and the Nine Realms Tower. The less she wanted to lose it, the more she wanted to lose it?

She closed her eyes, slowly raised her right hand, and patted her divine sea...