Chapter 102 Farewell Don't be obsessed

This tomb can suppress the power of the devil, which is also the reason why Ziwei wants to end everything here.

Everything started with Qishan and him, and they should end it by their own hands.

At that time, the demonic energy of the Fumo Pass was attracted, and the demonic energy was raging at the exit.

Qi Wu was possessed by the devil, and when he escaped from Mengdie Manor, he took Ying Xiange's body and was chased to the Fumo Pass by a group of powerful people.

"Don't let him in!" The head of the Wuwei Sect at that time was still the master of Mu Yuan and others, Baoyun Zhenjun. He hurriedly ordered everyone to stop the possessed Qi Wu, "Once he goes in alive, he will absorb all the ancient demonic energy in it. At that time, you and I will not be able to compete!"

Among the chasing monks, Qishan was anxious and far ahead. Mu Yuan, who caught up with him, asked: "Brother! What happened in Mengdie Manor! What's wrong with you! Why don't you say a word!"

Qishan didn't answer, and his whole body was tense and pale. Mu Yuan had never seen him show such an expression. Just as he was about to ask again, Qishan had already forced his own life essence to chase him faster.

Just before Qiwu's shadow fell into the Demon Subduing Pass, Baoyun Zhenjun blocked him with a sword formation, and Qishan caught up with him.

He saw Ying Xian Ge in Qiwu's arms, and the arm that was supposed to hold the sword was hanging limply, lifeless.

Qiwu, who was holding her, had no clarity in his eyes, and was deeply possessed by the devil, and it was difficult to turn around.

"Let her go!" Qishan roared and drew his sword.

He was angry, and every sword was filled with great anger.

But he was angry at himself, because he knew that it was Qishan who should die. If it weren't for his one thought, things wouldn't have come to this. After he accidentally killed the envoy sent by Qiwu, everything was irreversible.

He knew he was despicable, and every sword he swung out wanted to hit himself.

"Brother!" Mu Yuan's worried voice came from behind.

His fellow disciples were all very familiar with his swordsmanship. Mu Yuan could see that he was using his spiritual energy excessively. Every strike was to his limit, which was no different from self-destruction.

Therefore, the sword wind he used made it difficult for others to get close.

Finally, Qi Wu was wounded by his sword and fell from midair.

Qi Shan flew over to take over Ying Xiange, and also spit out blood due to the backlash of spiritual energy.

The blood splashed on Ying Xiange's snow-white face. He wiped it with his hand in pain. Suddenly, Ying Xiange's long eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.

Qi Shan was overjoyed and held her: "You are not dead! Great! Xiange-Xiange!"

It turned out that Qi Wu's attack at Mengdie Manor was not strong enough to kill Ying Xiange.

Even so, Ying Xiange's face was terribly pale, and Qi Shan soon found something wrong.

"Xiange, how are you! Where does it hurt?"

Ying Xiange's lips trembled, and suddenly raised her hand, and a round object rose from her body.

Qishan was stunned. It was not until she forcefully stuffed it into his hand that he felt the life contained in this object. The weak beating of the heart, again and again, agitated the membrane.

"You..." Qishan couldn't believe it. The warmth in his palm was also disappearing at a very fast speed.

Ying Xiange used up her last bit of strength and said to him: "Brother Qishan, please help me take care of this child... Tell it that no matter what happens, it must move forward..."

But.

But it is a half-demon...

Qishan's lips trembled and he couldn't bear to say this in the end. He could only nod and say "I promise you".

He watched Ying Xiange's life completely dissipate between heaven and earth, and his heart died with it, but his eyes fell back on the weak life in his hand, like a continuation from one to another.

Qishan stood up and treasured it.

Qi Wu, who should have fallen to the ground, let out a shrill whimper at this time.

He rushed over, knocked Qishan away, and hugged Ying Xiange in his arms again, crying bitterly throughout the gate of Fumo Pass.

Qishan wanted to fight with him, but he saw a relieved smile on Yingxiange's face.

It is said that when a person dies, the sound is the last to leave. Did she hear Qiwu's cry... did she still love him?

Qiwu raised his face and said to Qishan: "Kill me!"

His eyes regained clarity for a moment, but the devil was struggling in them again, and Qishan's hand holding the sword hesitated.

Qiwu endured the pain of fighting for control with the devil and yelled at him: "Hurry up! I'm already possessed by the devil!" Qishan

no longer hesitated and hit his purple palace dantian with a sword.

Qiwu breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

After his body died, it was useless to the monster. The big devil in his body rose up in anger and rushed straight to Qishan. At this time, Baoyun Zhenjun and a group of monks rushed in, worked together to resist the big devil, sealed it on the spot, and drove it back to Fumo Pass.

Looking forward, Qi Wu and Ying Xiange's bodies had both sunk into Guanzhong. Qi Shan could no longer hold himself together and broke down crying.

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Great Demon said unwillingly: "Why! Is your mind really that strong? At this point, can you still resist me?"

Qi Shan was covered in blood, and his own aura had cut countless wounds.

"Because I don't need you." He said to the Great Demon, "I will take responsibility for my sins, so I don't need you."

"What about you!" The Great Demon turned to attack Ziwei Yuanjun, "You are willing to turn from a demon into a human, don't you hate it? If you hate it, there will be a place for me to stay!"

Ziwei Yuanjun sneered disdainfully: "Of course I hate it, so I will end everything with my own hands, without your participation."

The Great Demon couldn't understand why these people in front of him were invulnerable, and they were clearly fighting before.

It turned its target to the jade-white figure that had been silent all the time, as if it had discovered a chance of life, and said excitedly: "What about you? What are you afraid of..."

Yu Weiyi frowned, Chao Jianxue had already blocked in front of him, snorting coldly: "With me here, he won't be afraid of anything! Die!"

"Get out of the way, kid!" Ziwei Yuanjun said, chanting the spell and making a move, fixing the big demon in place.

Chao Jianxue wanted to say that he was not a child, although to Ziwei, he was indeed a junior.

Qishan also drew his sword, and the powerful sword formation closed. Seeing this, Chao Jianxue remembered the spell he had asked him to read carefully before.

He wanted to give it a try.

He had never killed a demon with Qishan.

When he was a teenager, Chao Jianxue heard that a disciple met Qishan Zhenjun on the road and helped Zhenjun to kill demons together, and he was very envious.

At that time, he thought he had very poor talent and never thought that he would really have the opportunity to fight side by side with him.

On top of the sword formation, another sword formation was added.

Qishan was startled, and then he showed a relieved smile.

"No!" "Mo Tanzhou" resisted with all his strength. Seeing that the sword formation was about to fall and kill it, it rushed out of Mo Tanzhou's body and fled straight out, but the two large sword formations followed closely behind. A burst of white light was turbulent, and the big demon kept howling.

Chao Jianxue said to Yu Wei: "Help me!"

Yu Wei didn't think twice, and only opened the formation with one sword. The blue spiritual lotus opened instantly and pressed hard against the sword formation.

Finally, there was a cracking sound in the sky, the wailing of the great demon who was completely slain.

Qishan's sword fell to the ground, and he vomited blood.

Chao Jianxue rushed forward, but was stopped by him.

Qishan said, "I am willing to die."

Ziwei Yuanjun approached with the sword.

The great demon had been eliminated, and everything was going as she hoped. She thought that killing Qishan would give her the pleasure of revenge, but now, she put the sword against Qishan's neck, but she felt nothing.

It was empty and the wind here also stopped, and a shadow fell on Qi Wu's bones.

Seeing Qishan close his eyes in relief, she was not happy at all.

She was too tired. They were all too tired.

Chao Jianxue wanted to say something to save the situation, but she couldn't say anything. Yu Wei took his hand and felt a coldness.

At this time, there was a movement behind him.

Mo Tanzhou woke up, and his breath was about to die.

The body that had been occupied by the great demon had been torn into pieces, and it would really break if he used a little more spiritual power.

But he managed to hold on to his last breath and crawled to the side of Mo Zezhi's body.

He grabbed Mo Zezhi's neck with both hands. Even though the other party could no longer feel the pain, he still used force, crying and laughing: "Brother... Brother, even if you die, you can't get rid of me..."

Yu Wei walked in front of him.

Mo Tanzhou lost his strength and collapsed on Mo Zezhi, stammering: "Master Yuzhou, do you know how it feels to be weak?"

Yu Wei looked coldly.

"Do you know how it feels to want to keep someone when you clearly hate him? I can't get anything, even his body... He humiliated me like that before, but I still do this, I'm really a lunatic."

"I put in a lot of effort, just because he is an illegitimate child, everything he can get at his fingertips is what I desire but cannot reach. I made Tianyao Sect the number one immortal sect, so what? The leader still cares more about his Zezhi... Hahahaha... He destroyed me, so I will destroy him!" "

I know." Yu Wei suddenly spoke.

Mo Tanzhou closed his mouth, his eyes empty, not knowing what he meant.

Yu Wei lowered his eyes, his sight like ice soaked in water, and raised his sword indifferently: "I know there is hatred in my heart, and I want to keep someone. But I know better than you how to love, to believe, and to embrace."

The tip of the sword fell, and Mo Tanzhou's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Ha..." He loosened his grip on Mo Zezhi's hand, but only for a moment, and immediately pinched him tightly again, twisting his voice, "He can't get rid of me..."

Such a deep obsession will never end until death.

Yu Wei drew his sword, and his spiritual light dissipated.

Mo Tanzhou's life was finally cut off, and he fell on Mo Zezhi.

The two bodies that had been eroded by the demonic energy also turned into black gas and dissipated under the sky.

Yu Wei helped them get rid of it as soon as possible.

On the other side, Ziwei's sword was slow to fall, and Qishan was still quietly waiting for death. Chao Jianxue couldn't help but step forward: "Yuanjun..."

"Shut up!" Ziwei said angrily, "I can't find the feel!"

"Why don't we go out first, Yuanjun!" Chao Jianxue begged.

She said, "Who said I want to go out? The only thing I need to complete is this last sword. Apart from this, I have no worries. I want to stay here to guard the tomb!"

Chao Jianxue advised her, "What will happen if you stay in the Hehuan Sect?"

Ziwei was stunned, and then showed anger again, scolding, "How can you be as cautious as Qi Wu and manage everything!"

Chao Jianxue said aggrievedly, "Yuanjun is completely different from before." In his impression, Ziwei Yuanjun was gentle and powerful, not irritable at all.

Her true face was hidden so deeply.

Ziwei Yuanjun was silent for a moment, and said, "Do you know the highest realm of disguise? It is to change your personality as well, so you will naturally be completely different."

"Then Yuanjun should think about the Hehuan Sect. How can you say you have no worries? The gentle and beautiful master suddenly disappeared. What do you want the disciples of the Hehuan Sect to do? What about fellow Daoist Huaze? They must be very sad!"

Ziwei Yuanjun said expressionlessly, "Hua Ze is me."

"..."

Chao Jianxue put the two together with great difficulty. With this said, many previous coincidences are completely reasonable!

"You..." Qishan, who had been ignored for a long time, raised his head and said, "Hurry up and do it."

"Don't talk!" Chao Jianxue glared at him. He was saving him.

"Shut up!" Ziwei Yuanjun turned his head viciously.

The two said in unison. Qishan was stunned, and the corners of his lips curved helplessly.

Ziwei Yuanjun, or rather Xuwei, she gritted her teeth in annoyance, revealing her demonic nature.

After all, Chao Jianxue was Qi Wu's child.

She finally softened her heart and said to Qishan for Chao Jianxue's sake: "No, I suddenly feel that since you are determined to die, I don't want you to die now. Otherwise, wouldn't it be your wish?"

Seeing Chao Jianxue's happy face, she said: "Don't be so proud, kid."

But before leaving, she asked Qishan to kowtow to Qi Wu and Ying Xiange.

Chao Jianxue also kowtowed several times. The blood relationship was indescribable.

When he bowed for the second time, Yu Wei knelt down beside him. Chao Jianxue understood his intention and whispered to Qi Wu and Ying Xiange in her heart: This is my Taoist partner.

Xu Wei opened the exit, and several people who did not belong here flew up uncontrollably and flew towards the light spot.

However, halfway through the flight, Qi Shan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly stopped.

Chao Jianxue looked back in astonishment. Qi Shan fell from the sky, like a bird that broke its wings voluntarily. The expression on his face was calm and expectant, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Xu Wei understood the situation and said angrily: "Don't chase him. He has already cut off his own tendons. If I had known this, I would rather let me kill him."

Chao Jianxue subconsciously stretched out his hand reluctantly, but a soft breeze took him up and pushed him into Yu Wei's arms. Are they his parents?

Yu Wei embraced him and whispered in his ear: "This is what the True Lord wants."

"I know." Chao Jianxue's eyes were stunned.

He lost another relative. Even if he was saved from Yuanjun, he still chose to commit suicide here. Therefore, Chao Jianxue felt melancholy.

But he realized that this was inevitable. Qishan was destined to stay here. This was the sin he had to atone for.

The wind blew, and the dark sword tassel ribbon flew out from the skeleton's arms, passing over Qishan's tiny figure, and flew in front of Chao Jianxue. He stretched

out his hand and hooked it. The ribbon wrapped around his wrist, reluctant to say goodbye, but in the end, it still flew into the deep twilight.

It was a farewell.

Chao Jianxue was no longer obsessed.