A chill grows from the roots.

Mu Shijing looked back, and his back couldn't help but straighten inch by inch.

She was sure that there was a person standing behind her, and she could not see the other's presence, but she could hear her voice.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm your sister...... The only sister."

"Sister?"

"Well, my dear sister."

Mu Shijing involuntarily recalled the nightmare in which a man who claimed to be her sister slaughtered the whole world, leaving the two of them silently staring at each other in the torrential rain.

"What do you want to do?" Mu Shijing asked.

The voice wanted to answer, but when it came to his lips, he said, "Shhhh

Really.

Behind Mu Shijing, several figures swept from the darkness, they were extremely fast, completely ignoring Mu Shijing's existence, and flew directly towards Xiao He's location.

Mu Shijing thought that these were the enemies who came to help, but she didn't expect that these people would drive away those purple spheres and help Xiao He solve the crisis.

The people who came were one woman after another.

They have different hair colors and different appearances, but they are all strong and terrifying. If the pale bodies are compared to a sect, then they are the hall masters of one palace after another, and no matter how powerful these white or purple orbs are, they must obey their orders.

"Who are you?"

Xiao He looked at the girls who surrounded her, holding the broken death certificate, and posing to meet the enemy.

"You're Your Majesty Wu Youhe, right? It was Lin Shouxi who asked us to come, and he had more important things to do, so he sent us to help first."

A brown-haired girl walked out of the crowd, her human form had become weird and twisted because she had just been flying too fast before, and she smiled at Xiao He while adjusting the shape of her body.

"Lin Shouxi?"

Xiao He looked at the people around him in shock.

One, two, three.....

She couldn't count how many women there were for a while, each of them was a peerless beauty, but it seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

Xiao He couldn't imagine that he had gathered so many seemingly loyal beauties just by leaving him for a few days...... Usually keeping him by his side, is it such a big restriction on him?

This scene was too exaggerated, and she couldn't have any other emotions for a while except for the shock.

"Well, we're all traitors."

The Wood Clan's holy woman briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter, saying, "Now, Lin Shouxi has to convince a most stubborn enemy, Brain. In the dragon's body, it's second only to the heart and bones, and if you can convince the brain, the odds of winning this battle are much higher."

"Why are you doing this?" Xiao He was puzzled.

"If Pale dies, each of us will be an ancient god, holding authority and being free, if Pale is born, each of us will fall under its control, and we will never be able to leave this body, you say, what will we choose?" The Wood Clan Saintess asked with a smile.

After the pale is revived, the heart will dominate everything, and their will will will be crushed in an instant, no matter how strong the newborn pale is, what does it have to do with these victims?

To live is to make sense of everything.

Xiao He looked at his right arm and was silent.

"By the way, what about the Momoyama Mountain Lord? Where did she go? Shouldn't she come out hysterically and accuse us of our crimes when she sees us rebelling? Why is it so quiet......" The Wood Clan Holy Maiden looked around, puzzled.

"You mean..... She?"

Xiao He pointed to the flesh fragments on the ground and asked.

Not only the holy daughter of the Mu Clan, but everyone's expressions changed, they all looked up at this heart, and they found that the surface of this heart actually had a flat scar that was still oozing blood!

"You killed her

？」

The Wood Clan's holy maiden asked in a trembling voice, "How is it possible? She relied on a great heart, how could she be killed?

The strength of the Nine Ming Saint King is beyond imagination, and His Majesty the Emperor is even more incredible?

"She died of illness."

When Xiao He spoke, her gaze fell on the broken blade, and her gaze was gloomy, as if she was mourning the corpse of her deceased friend.

She wiped the blood from the death certificate, tore a strap from her robe, and wrapped it around the sword, as if to bandage it.

"Sick and ...... Dead"

The Wood Clan Holy Maiden stared at the sword, vaguely guessed something, and subconsciously stayed away from it.

For a moment, all the traitors present fell silent.

It's an eerie silence.

Xiao He bandaged the broken death certificate, and when he raised his head again, he found that the women around him were looking up in unison, staring at the "Peach Mountain", their eyes were all blazing.

For a moment, they even forgot to maintain their beautiful shapes, and became wriggling lumps of flesh under their hearts.

The heart above began to beat, and with each beat, a huge amount of blood burst out. The sound of a phantom bell ringing with the beating of the heart, as if someone was counting down the time.

"What do you want to do?" Xiao He asked vigilantly.

"Didn't you hear?"

The deformed Wood Clan's holy maiden asked, "The heart is talking, can't you hear?"

Xiao He frowned.

Only then did she realize that this bell was a language, the language of this palace of flesh and blood.

But as soon as she had a question, the Guardian Inheritance gave her a response.

Soon, she discovered that she could understand her heart's words as well.

The dragon's word order is very strange, but Xiao He still understands the gist:

The end is coming, but the heart is destroyed by disease, and in such a short period of time, it cannot repair this huge gap, and it has to re-elect a consciousness as the new "Lord of Momoyama Mountain", which will directly replace the old master and become the new ruler of the heart.

Xiao He knew what that meant.

The heart is the core organ of the dragon, and if it becomes the owner of the heart, it will also become the pale deity when it wakes up in the future!

Just like the three-flowered cat and the special lady became blue and white.

For a moment, everyone's minds changed.

They had come to rebel, but at this moment, they all wanted to climb the "Peach Mountain", become its new master, and become the great Pale King!

In the center of the heart, a deep gully-like gap slowly cracked, and it was dozens of times larger than the deepest strait under the sea.

It is the open throne waiting for a new king.

The rebels were all strong contenders for the throne, and they had come together to quickly quarrel.

They all believe that they are the organ of this body second only to the heart, and now that the owner of the heart has died, they should take over the throne. These so-called holy women have their own opinions, and no one can convince anyone, if it weren't for the fact that they had made three chapters with Lin Shouxi in advance and were planted with the Dharma seal, I am afraid that they would have already fought a lot.

Each of them is an ancient-level powerhouse, and the throne of the Underworld is close at hand, which of them wants to retreat?

The intent of slaughter is getting heavier and heavier.

At the moment of tension, a loud shout sounded, interrupting all this:

"Enough!!"

The people followed the prestige.

I saw a girl in a black dress with a cloak slowly standing up from between the flesh and blood, she slowly raised her head and looked at the people who were arguing, and her scolding was a little violent.

"Who is she?"

"How can there be someone here? Did you just notice her?"

"No...... However, there seems to be a familiar smell on her body, the smell of the same kind? She's also an organ manifestation here? No, it can't be, how can there be such a weak spirit?"

"She's yelling at us? How dare she scold us?"

"The source is unknown, let's kill it."

Listening to their voices, Xiao He's face became more and more indifferent, she held the broken death certificate in her hand, and said coldly, "If any of you dare to move one more step, I will cut it off."

The quarrel stopped.

"It turned out to be a friend of His Majesty, you said earlier, we wouldn't be so noisy." The holy woman of the wood tribe sneered.

Others are also ready to speak.

Bang –

My heart pounded.

At the crack, countless slender threads of flesh and blood suddenly emerged from it, and they intertwined and drooped, forming a pink staircase.

Everyone held their breath.

Xiao He also immediately understood: the heart has to take the initiative to choose a new owner.

These rebels all looked forward to the ladder of flesh and blood coming before them, and they all believed that they were the only ones who had the qualifications to ascend.

Xiao He had come to kill Pale and she was secretly determined that whoever became the new Lord of Peach Mountain would kill her before she ascended the stairs. She will keep killing until no one dares to climb the stairs again. More than 300 Momoyama Mountain Lords were all beheaded to death, and she didn't mind causing more killings.

The ladder of flesh and blood fell silently.

Under the expectant and surprised gaze of everyone, it hung impartially in front of Mu Shijing.

"How is that possible?!"

The pupils of the Wood Clan's holy maiden vanished, leaving only a shocked white.

The other saints were also puzzled, and their language quickly crumbled in the confusion, and when they opened their mouths again, their voices were as unpleasant as the noise of a flock of crows.

Xiao He was also stunned.

The moment the stairs fell, she remembered in hindsight that Sister Mu was the owner of this heart.

It was she who brought her here.

The heart knows the old master and welcomes him personally.

Behind Mu Shijing, the voice sounded again, it was like the devil's whisper, and it carried a strong hope: "This is what my sister should be, you and they have never been the same kind ...... Go up, ascend to your throne, and awaken this great body."

Mu Shijing turned a deaf ear to her words.

She just walked up to Xiao He by herself and took the remnant blade of the death certificate from her hand.

The world is ridiculous, and the death certificate is a disease that tried to kill her in vain, but it has accompanied her for a hundred years as a saber.

Today, its end of life is also like a kind of foreshadowing.

"Don't stop me, my destiny has come, and any resistance will be futile."

Mu Shijing smiled at Xiao He, she held the death certificate against the palm of her hand, and drew a deep scar from left to right, she held the scar tightly, like holding a blade forged in blood, and calmly vowed: "I will fulfill the wish of the death certificate."