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Under the weak and calm gaze of the Venerable Master of Xianfeng, Feng walked over tremblingly, his hands outstretched.

The embryo of the knife condensed from the soul was placed in her hand.

The fluorescent blade is light, like cotton.

But Kaede, who was holding the knife, seemed to be too heavy to move, and even his arms were trembling uncontrollably.

That's the weight of hundreds of thousands of reeds' souls.

It was also the weight of her own life.

No one can face death so easily.

This is true even for those who were created.

Kaede had always thought she was brave, she had seen dozens of her brothers and sisters die by the invisible dragon Yin Shengsheng life.

I have seen the undead wandering in the Xianfeng Temple, as well as the corpses thrown into the valley by the undead.

I have seen scenes where the memorial gang digs people's hearts, binds corpses under persimmon trees, and provides them with food for those Taro soldiers, and pretends to call them 'persimmons'.

She had seen too much, too much of the viciousness of the human heart.

Regarding her death date and method of death, the Venerable Immortal Peak has never hidden it from them.

From the beginning, she knew that she was a human being created for the sake of death.

She's just a drop of Miko's blood.

Not only her, but all of her siblings are just a drop of Miko's blood.

It's just that she's the only one who has survived until now.

Kaede had always thought that since he had seen so many deaths, he would be able to face it naturally.

Just like before she met that ninja,

Sitting, pondering, meditating.

As long as you don't think about it, you won't have the slightest nostalgia for this world.

That's what she thought.

However, she seems to be thinking wrong.

Kaede opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he bit his lower lip and walked slowly in the direction of the remnant dragon's body.

The eyes of the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak were fixed on her, his face calm and cold.

The naked snow tender little feet stepped on the rolling clouds, holding a long knife in both hands.

The little skirt torn by Han Baiyi into strips of cloth fluttered and rolled in the wind and waves, and her long black and white hair fluttered with it, and her robe made the sound of hunting.

The clouds caressed a pair of long legs, and the moonlight of the eternal night reflected on her through the clouds, and the whole person seemed to glow under the night sky.

With a look of tears on his face.

Kaede understood at this moment that she was far from being as strong as she thought.

But so what?

In the face of death, who can she rely on?

Even the people who created her were only for her to die, so how could she be saved by others?

A person's thinking is inevitably influenced by the environment in which he lives.

Even if he received the memories of Kurou before he was nine years old, but in the memories since he was born, the scenery he saw in the eyes of the fake Miko Kaede was still death in addition to death.

Even the living are dead.

In this environment, to be able to maintain a conscience and thinking that belongs to the level of a normal person, in addition to thanking Jiurou for the happy memories of those nine years, I also want to thank her for sealing herself in the inner hall of Xianfeng, never communicating with the immortals, and hating the Venerable of Xianfeng extremely much.

She refused to go along with the entire Xianfeng Temple.

She also refused to accept the filthy environment she was in, but only closed herself in the inner sanctum, recalling the beauty of the nine years of memories that had been passed down.

She was very envious of Miko.

Envy that she once had a pair of adoptive parents who loved her, envy her freedom to come and go at will, envy that she can see the snow in the yard, and envy that she can change into her favorite clothes during the holidays......

But she could only walk in front of the black dragon dragon, raise the long knife, and point straight ahead.

"Roar—"

The almost rotten body of the remnant dragon let out a furious roar, but Kaede, who was standing in front of it, turned a deaf ear and silently closed his eyes.

The dragon yin in his body surged with his thoughts, and slowly poured into the illusory knife embryo in his hand that was made up of hundreds of thousands of souls.

With the infusion of Long Yin's power, the entire knife embryo was penetrated by a thin parallel interspersed blood line, and Kaede's face became more and more pale.

After the blood line was poured into the knife embryo, the entire long knife seemed to be condensed a little, as if under the infusion of the power of Long Yin, it slowly turned from virtual to real.

Faintly, you can even feel the sharpness on the blade.

The 100,000 Soul Sword was getting closer and closer to the essence under the infusion of the power of the fake Imperial Dragon Yin, and the roar and fear of the black dragon in front of him became more and more intense.

As Long Yin burned at the same time as his life, the glowing 100,000 Soul Knife was also burning, as if the blade was pouring oil on it and igniting a flame, a raging flame rose into the sky.

Hold the sword in front of the other in both hands, facing the dragon's head.

The blazing flames extended the blade, and the more the power of the dragon was infused, the blade became longer, and the tip of the blade stretched straight.

Kaede's face grew paler.

Long Yin itself is a force at the cost of life force.

Compared to Miko, who can absorb life with dragon cough, the amount of life force and pain that a clone like Kaede needs to consume and endure is naturally much surpassed.

Kaede held the soul knife in her hand tightly, the pain of the passage of life made her tremble gradually stagnate, inhaled deeply, and carefully felt the subtle peeling feeling of life being extracted from her body, and her body was weak without a bottom line.

It's like cutting the skin little by little with a knife and actively peeling it off, the pain of exposing the muscles and actively exposing them to the air.

The blade was about to touch the black dragon's eyebrows.

The dragon's roar grew more painful and bitter.

However, at the moment when the blade was about to pierce into the center of the dragon's eyebrows, the weakened maple suddenly burst out with a cherry-colored life light, and the long hair that was originally mixed with silver and black quickly turned white, but the body movements changed from the initial weakness to extremely fast.

Twist step, turn, swing arm, swing knife.

The 100,000 Soul Knife that burst out with the flames of cherry life turned in an instant, and the blade embryo that stretched to more than four meters pulled out a long arc in midair.

The blade pointed directly at the Venerable Immortal Peak.

There was a touch of unprecedented ruthlessness in his gentle eyes.

- It was an awakening that put all one's life on the table.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

Kaede's pupils constricted like pinpoint tips.

"Can't even the Buddha's teachings make you understand the trade-offs of the world?"

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak, who was originally standing far away on the edge of the cherry tree, appeared behind Kaede at some point.

When Kaede swung his soul knife with lightning speed, he raised his hand like a ghost to intercept his wrist.

With just one hand, he blocked Kaede's knife with all his might.

"I didn't let you touch kendo, and it was right."

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak said indifferently.

The tone was as cold as an underground cold current.

Kaede clenched her teeth, her expression difficult and desperate.

There are some things that you don't have to bet on everything to succeed.

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng held Kaede's wrist, although his body was still weak, but with his ability to single-handedly slash the fake Sakura Dragon's arm, and accumulated eight hundred years of skills and strength, Kaede's so-called desperateness was as fragile as a naughty boy in front of him.

Just holding Feng's wrist with one hand, he twisted it, and with a twist, the soul knife that was originally in Feng's hand had already fallen into the hands of the Master of Immortal Peak.

Without the blessing of Long Yin and the power of life, the soul knife that was originally extended to four meters suddenly revealed its prototype and turned back into the original seemingly empty knife embryo.

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng held his left hand on Kaede's neck, and carried the soul knife in his right hand, and stabbed into Kaede's chest with a pop.

The soul knife was rapidly extended under the nourishment of life, and the Venerable Immortal Peak stepped forward and directly nailed Feng's entire person to the center of the black dragon's eyebrows.

The moonlight shone on Kaede's pale skin, reflecting a glowing light.

It was as if a small crystal was inlaid in the center of the black dragon's eyebrows.

At the moment when the soul knife penetrated Kaede's body and pierced into the center of the black dragon's eyebrows, the black dragon, who had been screaming incessantly, actually stopped struggling in an instant and stiffened himself in place.

Kaede's face grew paler and paler, like a stiff corpse.

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak didn't care at all, just stared at the soul knife in his hand.

Watching the dragon's blood and the power of the dragon yin soaked together, the blood-colored straight lines continued to spread on the soul knife, and I felt the terrible wail of hundreds of thousands of souls.

His face was calm, as if he had completely abandoned his humanity.

"It's a pity...... If you follow the route of the dragon's homecoming that I planned, and gather the power of the dragon, the grasp can be higher. ”

"It's still too hasty......"

'Poof-'

As he was muttering to himself, the body of the Venerable Immortal Peak suddenly paused.

Lowering his head, a crimson blade pierced through his heart and peeked out of his back.

A blade with blood was revealed.

Turning his head stiffly, the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak saw the familiar Dragon Yin guard appear behind him.

Han Baiyi looked up at him, and pushed the handle of the knife hard with his left hand, causing the tears to cut deeper into his body, and there was a hint of hysterical anger in his tone.

The voice is slightly hoarse.

"What are you doing to my captive?"