Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

At this moment, not only did Li Mo's eyes, ears, and mouth bleed, but her nose also bled. The severe pain all over her body aroused her former demonic nature. She sneered, "Demon Mist? You've run into your ancestor this time..."

She suddenly abandoned the Taoist skills she had learned from the Wentian Sect during this period of time, and used the highest magic skill of the Hehuan Sect in her previous life - "Tiankun Divine Art"

At the beginning of the universe, chaos was one, all things merged, Qian and Kun moved, accepting the spirit of the universe and dividing the purity of the universe. The universe opened and closed, Yin and Yang were transformed, Yang was taken back to Yin, Ning Kun was quiet and prosperous, the gods were bound, and finally all things wanted to return. The Three Pure Ones merged, and this was joy.

The Hehuan Sect is good at absorbing the energy of heaven and earth into itself, and is even better at absorbing the devil's energy and using it for its own benefit. Li Mo has not cultivated magic skills in this life, but she has used the true spirit of Taoism to temporarily condense a magic pill to absorb the powerful devil's energy. As a demon king in the transcendental realm in the previous life, she still has a way. She pinched her ten fingers together, and like a lotus flying, golden light wrapped in black devil silk rushed towards the devil's energy like a net -

"Bang-bang-bang--" The collision between the thick black magic liquid and the golden thread made a loud noise. The golden light bound the flow of the thick black magic liquid. The black thread slowly absorbed the power of the thick black magic liquid. For a moment, the thick black magic liquid that had been wriggling ferociously stopped... The black thread released by Li Mo suddenly gave rise to countless tiny black spider silks, which tightly bound the thick black magic liquid with a hissing sound and swallowed it up. The thick black magic liquid began to shrink slightly, and then wisps of black smoke came out. The speed of swallowing the mirror in the center instantly slowed down...

Li Mo squeezed into the black liquid and was immediately wrapped by it. She felt that her limbs were under strong pressure and that it was violently devouring her body. Her spiritual power and even her mind became chaotic and disordered...

This overwhelming magic liquid contained endless murderous intent, but it did not affect Li Mo at all. She rushed forward without hesitation and touched the handle of the mirror in an instant. The magic liquid churned violently, devouring her power even more.

Li Mo felt that the mirror in her hand had lost its vitality and there was almost no spiritual energy. A thought flashed through her mind: I am so stupid. I risked my life for a useless waste... Although she thought so, since she came here, she did not want to return empty-handed. Not only did she not retreat, but her whole body was filled with spiritual energy. She suppressed the swallowing of magic liquid, grabbed the withered mirror, tore apart the sticky magic liquid thread, and prepared to put it into the mustard ring on her wrist.

Suddenly, her soul roared violently, and her brain seemed to be pierced by the sharp impact and wailed. In an instant, everything went blank... Then, a faint voice that was almost inaudible sounded in her ears__"Everyone can kill him, the devil..."

Li Mo couldn't quite hear what was said, but she felt that the person who spoke was a majestic old man with great momentum and murderous intent. It was obvious from the tone that he was a righteous cultivator with a very high level of cultivation.

Demonic Path... I am the ancestor of your demonic path, come and kill me... Li Mo's lips curled up into a disdainful smile, her soul was damaged, and she forgot for a moment that she had reincarnated into a disciple of the Wentian Sect, and not the big boss of the demon world in her previous life.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise beside her ears. The sound of the strong beep kept echoing in her mind and ears. She couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood. Then she heard a very pleasant male voice: "I cultivate the righteous path of the world. I am willing to sacrifice myself in the world, to support the world and protect the life of all living beings..."

This voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember whose voice it was. Then, she heard a deep voice like the sound of a distant Zen Buddhist bell answering the man: "Amitabha..."

As soon as this voice entered his ears, it seemed to have the effect of purifying the wounded soul. The air was stained with the smell of otherworldliness. Li Mo immediately became clear-headed, and his eyes once again became brighter from the gloom...

But in a flash, those voices disappeared again, and the world fell into endless darkness again.

Li Mo wanted to move her fingers, but her head felt sharp pain. She felt like a useless person, unable to move her whole body. She could not imagine that the movement of holding the mirror would cause her to lose all the strength around her. In front of her, there was an endless amount of magic liquid ready to devour her...

Suddenly, a very thin and distant sound rang in Li Mo's ears again. At the same time as the sound rang in his ears, the small mirror in his hand made a crisp "bang" sound, and it began to crack from the center, breaking into tiny spider-like fragments, gray and dull, as if it was dead and could not die anymore.

Li Mo didn't care about the mirror, she could only carefully identify the voice that flashed through her mind. This time the voice belonged to a woman, and her tone was extremely sad and desperate, but her tone was very light, so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind in an instant__"If you die, what is the meaning of me living..." At the end of the voice, there was a hint of madness and distortion on the verge of despair. It was obvious that she was not a normal and gentle woman...

Li Mo, who was seriously injured, listened to this and had a thought: "This woman is too disgusting. She imitated the behavior of a love saint and committed suicide for love. It gives me goose bumps..."

Then, she discovered that the mirror had lost all its spiritual energy, like a piece of mortal rubbish. She cursed inwardly, took a deep breath, endured the extreme pain in her head, struggled to raise her hand, and threw it into her mustard seed ring.

Just this one action made her face paler and her breath even weaker...

The magic liquid rushed towards her with the sound of cracking wind, as if it was screaming and roaring, and the momentum seemed to tear her into thousands of pieces. Countless magic liquids turned into black sword blades and stabbed her, causing countless cuts on her body. Blood exploded in the air, and the black liquid immediately rushed up and sucked it. This scene was extremely terrifying and bloody...

Li Mo, who was in the magic liquid, wanted to move her fingers to release the magic spell, but she couldn't move at all. She felt endless pain all over her body. She couldn't even absorb the magic energy to replenish herself. She was like a rag doll that was about to lose its vitality, falling into the deepest darkness...

She felt that she had no chance of survival this time. She died for a broken mirror. Thinking of this, she felt really depressed.

She entered the Hehuan Sect at the age of five, stood out among the sect's top elite disciples at the age of one hundred and became the Saint of the Demon Sect, inherited the forbidden blood of the Heavenly Demon at the age of three hundred, and became one of the ten great demon lords of the Demon Sect at the age of five hundred. The righteous monks were terrified when they heard about her. She had lovers all over the six realms, taking Yang to replenish Yin, and many people were frightened when they heard about her. How many men were willing to be her furnace, just to have her pleasure, and she became the nightmare of many righteous teachers, who were afraid that their proud disciples would get involved with her.

She roamed the world. If it weren't for the final battle between the Dao and the Devil, where the damned Devil Lord issued a Devil Order and forced her to go to the battlefield, she might still have lived a carefree and evil life...