After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

"This is a spiritual sword that I condensed with my true energy. Apart from me, only the Demon Lord can condense it under the sky."

Zhao Lingyun looked serious and said to Han Youjin seriously.

Everyone can suspect that the mysterious person is not Chen Zun, but she can't, because only by practicing the Bixue Sword Art can one condense the true spirit sword that is nourished in the soul.

However, on the other hand, her spiritual pattern inheritance is indeed closely related to Chen Zun.

At this point, no matter how much Han Youjin didn't want to admit it, he could only accept the result.

It's a twist of fate that he tried every possible means to find his benefactor for many years, but in the end, it turned out to be Chen Zun, his enemy with whom he had a blood feud. How ridiculous.

Ling Tian sneered and said: "What's the point of worrying about the authenticity of the pictures shown by Shuiyue Mirror now? No matter how many good things the Demon Lord did in the past, it's useless. He has committed so many crimes and he has already died."

Han Youjin, who had been feeling depressed, raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He was about to curse, but Ji Yanwu spoke in advance.

"No matter whether the Demon Lord deserves to die, it should be decided by the people of the world. Now that he is seriously injured and dying, why rush to kill him immediately? However, Alliance Leader Ling, who seems to have no enmity with the Demon Lord, is everywhere. It’s puzzling to think that he wants to kill him more than me and other people who have a grudge against him.”

There was something in these words, just as Shen Ruoyan said, Ling Tian had another purpose in wanting to kill Chen Zun, and Ji Yanwu began to doubt it.

Ling Tian did not panic at all, and said with a serious face: "Although I have no enmity with the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord has enmity with many people. I stand up for the thousands of victims who have no ability to take revenge, and slay the demons." Demon, I, Ling Mouwan, will not give up until I die to correct the evil."

"Leader Ling is a righteous man, and we only have to follow the leader's lead."

As soon as this statement came out, Ling Tian's official image skyrocketed and was recognized by many people.

"No!"

"Who dares!"

Zhao Lingyun and Han Youjin spoke at the same time, and the surrounding voices suddenly became weaker.

What Han Youjin was thinking was that since Chen Zun was the mysterious person who saved her, no matter how unwilling she was, she thought of saving Chen Zun once as a favor to him.

Zhao Lingyun is different. She still wants to kill Chen Zun, but since she has no memory before the age of ten, she needs to find out when this memory disappeared.

Therefore, in order to find the truth, Chen Zun's memory must be released to find out what the problem is. Before that, no one can do anything.

Ling Tian knew that his repeated suggestions to kill Chen Zun had aroused Ji Yanwu's suspicion, so when he could not kill Chen Zun, he stopped continuing to avoid attracting more people's suspicions.

He was frightened and said slowly: "In that case, let the decisions be made by the fairies."

At this time, he already understood that the power of life and death to deal with Chen Zun had fallen into the hands of these women. To achieve his goal, he had to rely on another method.

Now the two Mahayana monks are protecting the demon lord, and no one dares to say anything.

Moreover, many of them are just here to eat melons. The demon lord has fallen into such a situation. Even if he does not die, he is completely incapable of being a demon and cannot make big waves. It is still comfortable to watch the memory replay.

Everyone turned their attention back to the picture displayed by Shuiyue Mirror.

……

Inside the mirror.

Less than half a day after Chen Zun left, when it came to the issue of monks trying to massacre the city, a Nascent Soul monk arrived quickly and began to investigate the identities of the three foundation-building monks. In the end, due to very few clues, the matter was dropped.

The royal family of Daqi also sent people to investigate the fact that someone was pretending to be the princess of Daqi. The whereabouts of the mysterious alchemy monk and the fake princess were also handed over to the special officials, and the special officials intentionally or unintentionally leaked some key information, hinting at Daqi. Emperor Han Jinlong did have an illegitimate daughter and so on.

Soon, the Daqi royal family found Han Youjin, and the matter was settled.

These images are fleeting and not very important.

There is only one special thing, and that is three days later.

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

A shadow fell from the sky, floating in the air, overlooking the entire city.

But the Yuanying monks in the city did not notice anyone above their heads.

The phantom held a slowly squirming ball of blood in its hand, emitting a faint blood light.

I looked at the squirming blood, and saw a wisp of blood floating out of the blood, extending in the direction where Chen Zun escaped that night.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

The shadow let out a strange laugh and looked up in that direction.

"The success of these two losers is more than enough to expose them. They actually let that little remnant run away with Lingxi Pair. However, with the blood tracing method, I will see how long she can run away."

After muttering something to himself, the shadow was blown away by the wind, condensed into a black line, and floated into the distance.

From the beginning to the end, the Nascent Soul cultivator sitting in the city did not notice the shadow.

This strength is truly terrifying.

……

Outside the mirror.

"Who is this?"

"Bloodline tracing method, who are you chasing?"

"The direction he went is the route the Demon Lord took to escape. I guess he should be the enemy who is chasing the Saint of Tianyuan."

Everyone looked at the phantom that appeared and started talking.

And Zhao Lingyun felt a little uneasy when she looked at the squirming blood in the hands of the phantom.

Blood tracing is one of the most common methods used by evil spirits. It uses the essence and blood of blood relatives to find the location of close relatives for the purpose of tracking.

If that was the case, then this mass of blood was extracted from her flesh and blood body when she was young.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingyun's eyes gradually turned cold, and a cloud of frost formed on his face.

……

Inside the mirror.

Chen Zun is riding the escaping light, facing the bright sunshine, passing through the heavy white clouds, and dancing in the clouds.

After four days of flying, he had now entered the edge of the Central Plains.

Although it was still far away from the Central Plains, Chen Zun felt what a place of enlightenment was.

The aura here is much richer than that in Little Wei. The mountains are high and the lakes are deep. More and more monks are encountered, almost everywhere.

When he was flying in the sky, he met several monks in the Dan Formation stage. Once, he even encountered a Nascent Soul stage monk passing by him with a sword, and the whirlwind he brought up almost made him fall from the sky.

This frightened Chen Zun, and he decided that if he flew a certain distance, he would no longer be able to fly so arrogantly.

In view of the encounter with the Nascent Soul Stage monk the day before yesterday, Chen Zun carefully chose to fly in a relatively remote mountainous area. There are fewer people here and there is no need to worry about whether there is a no-fly formation set up by the sect below.

As for some small monsters, he didn't take them seriously at all.

At this time, Chen Zun was thinking about how he planned to quickly reach Tianyuan Sect after he stopped flying in the air.

While Chen Zun was deep in thought, he didn't notice at all that a black shadow gradually formed ten miles behind him.

In Xuying's hand, he held a ball of boiling blood. The blood glowed brightly, and a wisp of blood pointed directly at Zhao Lingyun who was lying behind Chen Zun.

Finally found!

The shadow's eyes were filled with fierce light.