"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa Soul Splitting Reincarnation Divine Dao, up!" Her voice was soft, soft, soft, like a whisper, and she couldn't even be heard by anyone a foot away. Her tone was categorical and resolute, without hesitation, without fear, and of course extinguished all hope for life, ruthlessly transforming her soul into an immortal, immortal, and intolerable ghost.

There was no sound, no light, just a quiet fountain of blood, which erupted from Zhang Mengmeng's throat and eyes, and splashed all over the statue in her hand, and the statue emitted a burst of golden-red fluctuations, completely absorbing her blood, without letting a drop of blood flow elsewhere.

Zhang Mengmeng squirmed her vermilion lips and recited a large number of incantations, at this time she did not look like a monk, but a mage, a mage who was casting some secret spell. She chanted the incantation, her voice became weaker and weaker, and a blue-black wind gradually emerged from her body, and there was not the slightest power in these winds, but it exuded a faint divine majesty.

Gangfeng slowly condensed, and actually turned into another Zhang Mengmeng, a gray-blue, translucent, Zhang Mengmeng wearing a gorgeous long dress. It wasn't anything else, it was Zhang Mengmeng's soul, the three main souls of her three souls and seven spirits, and all his true spirits.

Her transparent soul exuded an ominous death, but there was not the slightest color of chaos and filth, and every skin, every hair, was so pure and transparent that it was frightening. Zhang Mengmeng's soul turned its head to look left and right, then moved its hands and feet slightly, and then slowly walked towards the small statue without hesitation.

The statue emitted a dark blue light, as if it had led her to heaven, sucking Zhang Mengmeng's soul into the statue.

Eventually, the statue emitted a burst of blue light, and then the entire statue turned into a pitch-black cast-iron statue.

Zhang Mengmeng's body held the statue, and he stood like a zombie for a quarter of an hour before he suddenly came back to his senses. Her pupils were slightly open, and her eyes were a little dilated, as if she was suffering from myopia. Her skin, pores, temperament and even clothes all over her body are no different from usual, as long as no one stares directly into her eyes carefully, she can't notice her changes at all.

"Once you've decided, don't look back. Zhang Mengmeng only asks for the blessing of the heavens, so that the humble us can get that one in 10,000 chance...... Bless the Demon Pavilion has not fallen into the hands of the traitor Feng Lieshan, bless the Great Protector for the sake of the dignity of the Demon Wei Pavilion sect, I will uphold justice, so that Zhang Mengmeng can recite the last soul rejuvenation spell, instantly return to the soul, revoke this method, and it is better than a parting of life and death...... It's just that, it's useless to think too much, in short, for the sake of the teacher's kindness, for Zhang Mengmeng's worry-free food and clothing in the past 20 years, this time, all the grace and all the karma must be returned. Thinking like this, Zhang Mengmeng silently put the pitch-black statue on Yinchen's chest, and the statue emitted bursts of bluish fluorescence, which automatically began to absorb the dark elements in the cave and convey them to Yinchen, silently warming his body and mind.

Zhang Mengmeng kissed his little face for the last time, and looked back for the last time at the boy who had only been with him for less than a month, but he knew and protected each other unforgettable, and may even have loved each other, silently wiped away his tears, turned around and flew out of the cave.

1,500 steps south of the cave is the camp of the Mowei Pavilion.

[After a quarter of an hour]

"It seems to be going well, phew, tomorrow, just chant the spell to return to the soul, "Reincarnation Shinto" supports three days at most, otherwise you will really die. Zhang Mengmeng knelt on the ground, her hands folded on the grass, her forehead resting on the back of her hand, thinking.

A quarter of an hour ago, she arrived at the gate of the camp of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and soon entered the camp after checking and reporting, she did not go directly to the Lord Wei Wuliang to protect the law, but first walked around the camp and did not find anything abnormal, only then did she find Liang Yunguang, carefully weave a reason, and then met Wei Wuliang.

“...... This is the case, the teacher died for the Demon Pavilion, the disciple did not dare to disobey the teacher's fate, and he came to give up his life to tell him, the disciple's life is not a pity, but this matter involves the law of the Demon Wei Pavilion sect, and the face is not trivial, and the Dharma Protector is asked to make a quick decision. Zhang Mengmengzai carefully reported to Wei Wuliang how Yun Wuyue was trapped in the Poison Dragon Sect, and he didn't miss anything at all. After saying this, she suddenly felt a burst of relief, from the time she had just entered the Demon Wei Pavilion camp to the present, everything seemed to be very smooth, very beautiful, she tried the temporary disciples under the sect twice, and there was no abnormality, the temporary disciples didn't even know that there were elders from their families mixed into the secret realm, and they were full of joy that the elders had returned to the headquarters, waiting for them to triumph. Zhang Mengmeng already had a certain degree of certainty at this time, and she felt that as long as Wei Wuliang's mind was still normal, she would definitely be vigilant.

"You said that this sect's disciple Yinchen escaped from the Poisonous Dragon Sect?" Wei Wuliang asked casually, his heart was also bitter at this time. If this Zhang Mengmeng could have arrived a few days earlier, if he had been able to get to know the silver-haired genius who had been rumored by the people below a few days earlier, I was afraid that he Wei Wuliang would not end up being poisoned and controlled by someone now!

Wei Wu's conscience was bitter, but his face was not leaking at all. He looked at Zhang Mengmeng who was kneeling on the ground, a vicious poisonous light flashed in his black eyes, he knew that it was too late to say anything, for his own life, for his future glory and wealth, he had to kill this loyal disciple with his own hands, and he had to find a way to pry her mouth open and ask for the whereabouts of that silver dust!

In the past few days, Wei Wuliang also knew some things about Du Chuanchang, at least he learned that the three people Du Chuanchang hated the most were Fang Tianhang, Wan Jianxin and Yinchen, as for Liang Yunguang, barely a quarter!

"Dedicate the silver dust to Du Chuanchang. This is Wei Wuliang's only choice at this moment.

"Yes! The Yinchen disciple was seriously injured and was still recuperating, but the matter was urgent, and the disciple could only report it first. Zhang Mengmeng still didn't suspect him at this time, because her report couldn't avoid the existence of Yinchen at all, and without Yinchen to pass news to her, how could Zhang Mengmeng, who was in the Holy Water Sect, know these things?

"Let's send a disciple to pick him up first!" Wei Wuliang waved his hand casually, as if he wanted Zhang Mengmeng to stand up and retreat, but the three flying needles that he had been holding in the palm of his hand as thin as a cow's hair shot into Zhang Mengmeng's back silently. Zhang Mengmeng's body spasmed, and then completely relaxed. Her mind suddenly mixed with countless chaotic scenes, countless chaotic sounds, and almost instantly she was taken away from her mind and fell into a coma. (To be continued.) )