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

Si Renxuan and Si Xiaoxiao were stunned. Li Mo's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice, "It happened in Jiange, so you came to report it?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Yes."

Is there a demon in Jiange?

This news shocked everyone. When Li Mo arrived at Jiange, many people were gathered outside, talking about something. When they saw Li Mo and others coming, the noisy voices were instantly suppressed to silence. Everyone's eyes were on Li Mo, who had a cold face. This was a Li Mo that no one had seen before.

Senior Sister Mu, who was usually kind and cheerful, seemed like a completely different person, and it immediately became clear that the matter was very serious.

The Sword Pavilion of the Wentian Sect stands on the top of the mountains, majestic and magnificent. It is undoubtedly the most influential sect in the sect and represents the most supreme and powerful force, because its leader is the Heavenly Sword God Mu Jianfei, and the most powerful weapon in Mu Jianfei's hand is his sword.

Li Mo, who has now been promoted to the deputy pavilion master, led a group of people to the Qianjian Pavilion with a solemn look on his face. His momentum was amazing. When everyone entered the sword pavilion, the first thing that caught their eyes was the densely packed and dazzling array of swords. Some of these swords were three feet long, and some were as short as a hand. They were of different shapes and extremely sharp.

The space inside the Sword Pavilion was very spacious, enough to hold tens of thousands of swords. These swords were arranged in a certain pattern, like a sea of ​​swords, surging and spectacular. In the center of the Sword Pavilion was a chair made of swords, which was carefully assembled from hundreds of swords. The sword energy was crisscrossing around it, as if countless invisible swords were emitting extremely frightening cold air.

Behind the sword chair was a towering sword mountain. This sword mountain was made up of countless swords, forming a world of swords. On the top of the sword mountain, a huge sword stood in the air, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the huge golden and magnificent jade dome of the sword pavilion, as if declaring the power of the sword to the world.

Tong Xueming was injured in the side hall. He was surrounded by a circle of people, especially Lu Zhirui. She looked gloomy and desperate, her face as white as paper. She was bleeding heavily from her chest. Wisps of black demonic energy were emitting from the wound on her chest. Tong Xueming's face was as pale as gold, and he was almost out of breath...

He was now exhausted and his eyes were dim, but when he saw Li Mo coming, his body trembled slightly and the light in his eyes flashed. He moved his fingers lightly and a thought floated out silently from between his fingers and sank into Li Mo's consciousness. The thought was extremely weak, as if he had exhausted all his strength to barely convey this message to Li Mo.

At this time, he had been trying his best to maintain his life, and had been holding on until Li Mo arrived. The divine thought information penetrated into Li Mo's consciousness, which was - "There is a traitor... in the Sword... Pavilion..."

After conveying it, he seemed to let go of the last bit of obsession in his heart, his whole body relaxed, and he slowly closed his eyes...

“Xue Ming——” Lu Zhirui screamed, like a nightingale crying blood in the cold night, with a shrill and painful wail. She couldn’t imagine that Tong Xue Ming, who was smiling at her very gently and discussing the marriage matters the day before, was now a lifeless corpse...

She couldn't accept this fact.

"Senior Brother Tong——"

"Junior Brother Tong——"

Those monks who had a good relationship with Tong Xueming also looked sad, and even ignited a huge rage. They hated the person who did it very much, for attacking their comrades who had been with them day and night, and their hatred for the devil was burning to the extreme.

Those who didn't know Tong Xueming also looked sad and sorrowful, except for one person who had no expression on his face.

It was Li Mo.

Li Mo stared at Tong Xueming's body, recalling the several times she had met this person. Every time, he firmly believed in herself, stood by her side without hesitation, and led a group of Demon-Extermination Hall disciples to stand beside her to add to her momentum.

In the eyes of others, he was also a connection of their own, but it was not known whether it was because of this that he was targeted by those secret enemies, or there was another possibility that Tong Xueming went to investigate Mu Xuzhen's involvement in the devil for her without Li Mo's instructions, and he happened to find some secret traces along the way. He was killed by the other party to silence him.

No matter which one it is, Li Mo cannot escape blame.

The most important thing was that when he saw Li Mo again, he sent her the most crucial information. After doing this, he closed his eyes calmly as if he had unloaded all his burdens and beliefs... and this also gave Li Mo a greater shock.

Her first reaction was - is it worth it?

What on earth would make these righteous monks willing to die and pay the price of sacrificing their lives to defend the justice and truth in their hearts?

The battle between good and evil?

The morality of the world?

Li Mo was confused in her heart.

She couldn't understand why Tong Xueming, at the last moment of his life, was thinking about removing the traitor from the Wentian Sect, upholding justice, and dying for it.

Traitors, spies, and malicious intent always exist and can never be completely eliminated. Even Li Mo himself is half human and half demon. If we talk about the essence, he is also a traitor. However, before he died, he passed on the most important information to her who is essentially half demon...

Her heart was inexplicably heavy...

She didn't quite understand such emotions.

But she subconsciously pulled away everyone, even Lu Zhirui, and then pressed her fingertips hard on Tong Xueming's chest, letting his gushing blood splash on her face. The blood was warm and smelled fishy, ​​but she seemed to have no feeling, and her hand reached hard into the wound.

Lu Zhirui screamed: "Senior Sister Limo... it's useless... Tong Lang, he... has already..."

Li Mo did not respond, but kept moving his hands.

Si Renxuan rushed forward and shook her shoulders, and said loudly in her ear: "Limo, don't do anything rash. He, he is already dead. It's useless for you to do anything..."

Tong Xueming's body was indeed lifeless. The huge hole in his chest was completely shattered, and no matter how many elixirs and magic pills were put into his blood, there was no chance of recovery.

People looked at Tong Xueming's body and felt that Mu Limo's action was a little horrifying. She grabbed Tong Xueming's body expressionlessly, and her fingertips made a series of gestures, hitting the body again and again, like a fool struggling in vain.

People felt even more sad when they saw her like this, and some female cultivators couldn't even bear to look at her and turned their eyes away.

Lu Zhirui couldn't help crying and almost fainted. Si Xiaoxiao immediately reached out to support her and gave her strength to support her.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "The devil's energy is moving..."

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes instantly turned to Li Mo's hand. The hand was stained with blood, which was extremely eye-catching. However, the large wound on Tong Xueming's chest was stained with entangled demonic energy that was slowly twisting and retracting, as if it had received some kind of command, and was gathering into Tong Xueming's body.

"Demon...demon transformation?" Someone couldn't help but scream the next moment. As soon as the scream came out, the people who were originally surrounding them immediately retreated, and like a tide, they all moved away from the location where Li Mo Tong Xueming was.

The only ones who remained there were Lu Zhirui, Si Renxuan, Si Xiaoxiao, and a few disciples from the Demon-Exorcising Hall who had a very good relationship with Tong Xueming.