Memories are like smoke, and all happy or sad emotions rise and fall. Scenes from the past flashed in the demon's mind, and at the end of the picture, she raised the Immortal Killing Blade and pierced Pu Jia's chest without hesitation.

Blood overflowed the memories, and the Immortal Killing Blade appeared in the demon's hand again, to be precise, in Liu Yang's hand.

Her gaze crossed the cheering Zhongzhou army, the defenders of Jiangzhou City who had laid down their swords, and finally fell on Pu Jia, who didn't know when to walk up to the main city tower.

The demon looked at the Killing Immortal Blade in her hand again, and a mysterious voice faintly came from the unknown void, and that voice told the demon that as long as she stabbed the Killing Immortal Blade into Pu Jia's chest again, she could end this test.

But even though the demon knew that the decisions made during the test would not affect everything in reality, she still didn't want to see Pujia's blood-stained chest again.

However, the demon suddenly lost control of Yang Liu's body.

He pushed aside the crowd and walked step by step towards the castle tower where Pu Jia was.

The demon wanted to stop, wanting to throw away the Immortal Killing Blade in her hand, but she still walked up the spiral steps of the city tower step by step uncontrollably, and finally came to Pu Jia.

Pu Jia's eyes were still full of victory when she looked at Yang Liu, but the next moment, she was replaced by shock and confusion.

He looked down in disbelief to see the hilt of his sword engraved with ancient runes, and a blood-red rose flower slowly blooming on his chest.

He once again looked at this robed brother who had been fighting side by side with him for many years, but the person in front of him was clearly a woman with a picturesque face.

"You ......"

The word who is it, after all, did not spit out with the last breath, and when Pu Jia fell, there was still a trace of doubt in his empty eyes.

The scene in front of him was shattered, and the demon once again returned to the end of the road to ascending immortals.

Seeing the opportunity, she stretched out her hand with difficulty, inch after inch slowly stretched forward in the air, the cry choked in her throat, and the sky and the earth were silent.

The breeze blows the rocks and makes a bleak echo.

Flowing clouds crawled slowly under the dome, casting desolate shadows.

Slowly, the demon's fingers touched the last stone step.

At that moment, the wind stopped and the clouds stopped.

The demon laughed softly as she saw Mu Yu standing at the end of the Ascending Immortal Road and smiled and stretched out her hand.

The two hands were clasped together, and the demon seemed to feel infinite strength and warmth.

The other hand also climbed the last step.

Then the body, and finally the feet.

She climbed up.

She finished the path to ascending to the immortals.

The demon eagerly went to find Mu Yu's figure, but there was no one here except for the endless rocks and trees on the top of Yunmeng Mountain.

The demon crawled on the cold ground in a daze, not noticing the colorful clouds that gradually gathered above her head.

By the time the first colorful streamer fell, the demon had already fallen asleep.

The colorful brilliance moistened the demon's body, and her broken palm began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The demon felt as if she had fallen into a warm and soft net, and it was like falling into the arms of her mother, who had never experienced it, and she was extremely greedy for the warmth of the moment, and she did not want to wake up for a long time.

She didn't want to, but she couldn't, because Pujia was still waiting for her.

The demon opened her eyes, and the mountain wind hit her face through the veil, making her sober in an instant.

The demon tried to stand up, but her body had recovered a lot under the nourishment of the colorful brilliance, so even if she still had to carry the pampa on her back, she still stood up easily.

At this moment, among the trees in front of the demon, an old man with white hair and white beard slowly walked out, and he smiled at the demon with a kind face: "Congratulations, you have passed all my tests." ”

"The predecessor is the Mengze Immortal?"

The old man said: "Yes, it is not right. ”

"I have already become an immortal, and what you see now is just a memory I left in the world." Meng Ze Immortal said slowly.

"Now that I have completed the test of my seniors, I ask my seniors to help me heal him." Demon Dao.

"I only allow you a chance, and as for how you use it, that's your own business." The old man said, slowly raising his head and looking at the sky.

Only then did the demon notice the colorful clouds above his head.

"This is the Colorful Dao Cloud, which contains the supreme avenue of the way of my spirit. As for how much you can comprehend, that's up to you. The old man said this, and turned to leave.

"Seniors, juniors still have two questions." Seeing that the old man wanted to leave, the demon hurriedly said.

Seeing that the Mengze Immortal stopped, the demon hurriedly continued to ask: "As the predecessor said, this Colorful Dao Cloud may help people become immortals?" ”

"Heaven and earth, all laws and ten thousand ways, can be ascended to immortals." The old man said.

"Then can I give this opportunity to others?"

"This is your chance, and it's up to you how you use nature."

"Thank you, senior." The demon bowed slightly to the Mengze Immortal, and slowly took out a dark blue bead from his arms.

When the Meng Ze Immortal saw the beads in the demon's hand, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. He shook his head slightly, turned and walked away slowly.

The demon held the dream bead, and a pair of dark blue butterfly wings were born behind him.

The butterfly wings wrapped Pujia like flowing water, and the demon turned his face sideways and whispered to Pujia, who was still unconscious: "Let's go, Pujia." ”

The butterfly wings flapped slowly, and the two people slowly flew towards the colorful Dao Cloud in the air.

Coming to Dao Yun, the demon slowly untied the knot that tied the two people together, leaving only the two ends tied to the wrists of the two people, she twisted a ghost technique, and a black ghost qi slowly lifted Pu Jia to the height of Dao Yun, and then the colorful streamer gushed out, and Pu Jia was wrapped in the streamer and swallowed into Dao Yun.

The demon didn't know what was going on in Daoyun, but silently rubbed the knot tied to his wrist, and it seemed that through this rope, he could feel Pujia's pulse.

Time passed bit by bit, and the demon waited quietly, waiting for the clouds to disperse, waiting for a result.

Suddenly, a frenzied spiritual power fluctuation burst out from the Dao cloud, and the demon was powerless to resist and was directly slapped down the cloud.

The knot of fate in his hand was broken in response, and before the demon had time to regret, Dao Yun suddenly exploded.

The colorful brilliance wrapped around Pujia like a huge cocoon, and Pujia still had her eyes closed, her face pale, and she had no intention of waking up.

Now that Pujia is wrapped in the supreme rhyme but cannot further feather and ascend to the immortal, there must still be a necessary link missing.

The demon lowered his head, looked at his hands, and then at the strangulation marks on his wrists that had been imprinted by the knot of fate. In her chest, the heart formed by the condensed spiritual power was beating vigorously, and she smiled with a little relief

She knew that this moment was coming after all.