(Huashan Sword Sect, in front of Jishitang)

The girl's hand, which was about to fall, hung in the air, because of the boy who appeared on the mountain road.

"You... Be... White... ”

Looking at the boy's face, the girl fell into deep thought. She seemed to have seen the boy somewhere, but her memory seemed to be clouded and blurred.

"White falling into the sea. ”

Bai Luohai looked at the girl in contemplation, and filled in the names she couldn't remember.

"Your third senior brother, Mu Furong. ”

"Three... Brother... No, no, I'm not Mu Furong, I am... Feast... ”

The girl's expression grew more and more confused, but, after a moment, she gave up on pursuing her vague memories—now, she just wanted to do one thing according to her instincts—and devoured everyone here.

"Demon Seed, is the erosion still successful? ”

Bai Luohai shook his head and whispered to himself. He raised his sword, and the golden light flashed and wrapped it.

"In that case, it can only be a battle. ”

“。。。 ”

The girl frowned, and black shadows enveloped her body, forming a robe that encased her carcass. Even if she didn't fight, the girl still knew that the enemy in front of her was several times stronger than Chen Moyu, who had been blessed by mysterious powers.

"Senior sister, do you remember the swordsmanship taught by the second uncle? ”

The sword slashed through the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. This is the spiritual power sword, the second elder of the Huashan Sword Sect, Hua Qianfeng's special move. It's just that these long swords condensed by spiritual power are dyed with gold like Bai Luohai.

"That time, all the disciples who participated were successful, only you, after trying for more than an hour, the spiritual power sword in your hand was still just taking shape. ”

Bai Luohai said this, manipulating the several spiritual power swords to slash at the girl.

"The Cave of the Soul Swallower. ”

In the face of these golden spiritual power swords, the girl instinctively resisted - just as the sword was about to pierce the girl's icy jade skin, a black hole appeared out of thin air in front of the flying sword, swallowing them into it.

"When they see you trying hard but not making progress, some people laugh at you for being stupid and show off to you, and some people draw a line with you so that you don't fall into the category of waste. ”

Bai Luohai said to himself, dodging the counterattack of the feast. He wanted to evoke the girl's memory, if not, at least, it would be the last memory before the funeral.

"At that time, as a senior brother, I really didn't talk like it, and I didn't dare to teach them a lesson. ”

“。。。。 You, shut up... ”

The girl had a pained expression on her face—a hideous face appeared in her mind. The men, laughing and disdainful, their faces contorted and the raspy laughter piercing.

"Die, die, die!!"

The girl, covering her ears and trembling, closed her eyes. She didn't want to see these people, she didn't want to hear those harsh ridicules. A black shadow spilled out of the girl's body, just like the negative emotions in her mind. Black shadows intertwined in the air, forming claws and rushing in all directions, trying to slaughter all the creatures in the vicinity.

"But, there are still people who fight with them in order to get ahead of you. ”

Bai Luohai inserted his hand into the ground, and the golden light spread everywhere along the cracks in the ground, and then gushed out, cutting off those black claws in an instant.

"Ye Qing, he's not here... Alas, until the end, he still didn't say the sentence that likes you... ”

The spirit swept over everyone present, and he understood that the young man, fearing that before he arrived, would be dead, at the hands of his beloved.

"Ye... Ye Qing... He... ”

The black shadow stopped the riot, and the girl opened her eyes. Her mind, her vision, was suddenly soaked in blood, and then frozen in a scene.

It was a blood-colored shadow, roaring at her, and the girl looked at the blood-colored shadow, so frightened, that she smashed her palm.

"This, it's Ye Qing... ”

The blood color suddenly faded, and the blood-colored shadow turned into the appearance of the young man, and the palm that belonged to the girl turned into a black claw.

"No, stop, no, no, no!!!"

The girl shouted hoarsely. She looked at the boy's frightened expression, and tears welled up in her eyes.

No matter how much the girl tried to stop the claw, it still slapped it, and the next moment, the boy was crushed into bloody mud.

All this was gone, and what appeared in the girl's eyes was her palms, but these hands seemed to be as black as the claws, as if they were still stained with the blood of the boy.

"No, no, no, it's me, kill him, Ye Qing, I'm sorry, ahh!!h

Mu Furong knelt on the ground, holding her head with trembling hands. She killed the person who loved her the most with her own hands, and she was also the person she loved the most.

The memories that had been blocked by the demon seed gradually recovered in Mu Furong's mind, and she saw the way her fellow disciples wailed before death, the hands that she had turned into demon claws, and the blood stained with her "body".

"It's all me ... It's all my fault ... ”

Between the girl's arms, there was a faint murmur, and she gradually became weak and even lost her vitality. Her heart seemed to have been cut by ten thousand long swords, bleeding and wailing, and her body became more and more cold at this moment.

"Mu Furong!!Ye Qing, he's not dead yet!!You cheer me up a little!!"

Suddenly, a hand grasped Mu Furong's gradually cold lotus arm and pulled her limp body up.

The palm is so warm, but it's so moist.

"Teacher, senior brother. Is what you're saying true!?"

Mu Furong opened her eyes and looked at Bai Luohai, and there was a trace of hope in her almost dead gaze.

"What am I lying to you about—but if you continue to be depressed like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to save his last spirit. ”

Bai Luohai pointed behind Mu Furong and frowned.

"That's ... ”

Looking at Bai Luohai's fingers, Mu Furong was stunned. She actually saw a person who was exactly like herself, and that person was still smiling at her.

"I really didn't expect that little brother, you are so capable, you can forcibly separate me from the personality of Mu Furong. ”

The other Mu Furong, smiling wickedly, slowly raised her head.

"However, even so, as Mu Furong's personality, it has been reproduced, even if you divide me, I can still exist as a spirit, and as a real feast!"

In the palm of another "Mu Furong", the black shadow condensed again, and the next moment, it would rage again.

"Since I split you, of course, I want to solve you without affecting my junior sister. ”

Bai Luohai laughed at this time, but a little reluctantly, after all, he was already at the end of his crossbow at this time.

"Senior sister, the next thing is up to you, now only you can destroy 'her', and then save Ye Qing's soul. ”

He said to Mu Furong in front of him, letting go of the hand he was shaking with her.

"Got it, but, what should I do?"

Mu Furong turned around and faced the "person" who was exactly the same as her. Even if she kept watching, she still felt very uncomfortable at this time - who could accept that there were people in the world who were exactly like herself.

"Do you still remember the scene when Ye Qing handed over your spiritual power to transform the sword?"

Bai Luohai's answer made Mu Furong's body tremble, and tears seemed to flow out of her ruddy eyes again.

"Of course, remember. ”

Mu Furong took a deep breath and calmed down. She, of course, can't forget all the spiritual skills that the man taught her that day, the mantra he said, and his smile.

"That's fine, think about it with all your might!"

Bai Luohai smiled and retracted the long sword he had been holding tightly into its sheath.

"The sword of the heart, the shape of the heart... ”

Hearing Bai Luohai's words, Mu Furong closed her eyes, she thought about the person she liked, thinking about the way he repeated the mantra over and over again, and actually smiled.

“。。。 In the form of a sword in his heart, he holds the sword of his heart. Spiritual power is iron, my heart is the furnace, forging the sword in my hand. ”

This sentence is the most impressive mantra in Mu Furong's mind. Reciting this mantra, in front of her eyes, it seemed that the scene of two people cultivating over and over again appeared.

A tear slipped down her cheek and landed on a long sword with a crisp sound.

She succeeded, she finally cultivated the spiritual power sword that she had not been able to use, and she seemed to let that person see the results of the joint efforts of the two of them, but that person couldn't see it now.

"I'll cover you for slaying the demon seed!"

Another "Mu Furong" named Yu Yan panicked, she looked at the spiritual power sword in Mu Furong's hand, and couldn't laugh anymore.

"You, don't come here... Don't, ahh

Her face was distorted with horror, she shouted, her body gradually pushed back, and the black shadow in her palm rushed towards Mu Furong, who was holding a long sword. However, the black shadow was torn apart by the golden sword qi, and even the pace of her movement was locked by the sword qi.

Bai Luohai breathed a sigh of relief, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, his body fell down exhaustively, and the sword qi also dissipated in the heaven and earth - in Mu Furong's hand, the long sword with a peach-colored texture passed through the body of the concubine.

A little light flashed from the wound caused by the long sword, and Mu Furong looked at the person in front of her who was exactly like herself, and her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"It's over. ”

To this "person" who is exactly the same as herself, Mu Furong said.

"In the end, you still gave up on me... ”

The spirit named Feast stroked Mu Furong's cheeks, and all the colors on her body were washed away at this moment, leaving only pure white, and then scattered.

At that last moment, Mu Furong was stunned, as if she saw that the long sword in her hand was not piercing through a spirit that was exactly the same as herself, but a girl in a cute dress. But in the blink of an eye, the spirit in front of her was gone, and she had not seen the girl's face.

"This... What the hell is going on ... ”

。。。

(To be continued)