In Yunzhou, after Gong Shiyu recovered his spiritual power, he sent a jellyfish back to Dingfeng Sect to quietly inquire about the news.

The rumors are true.

The Dingfeng Sect was really burned down, and the two masters were both feathered, and Wei Lin and Li Xuanling were also sacrificed on the spot.

After Zhou Meng heard the news of Wei Lian's death, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"You take care of your injuries first, and I'll go out and have a look."

When he went out, Zhou Meng beat his chest and paused: "Wei Meng is dead!" Wei Lin is dead! The heroine is dead. Isn't the plot going to be randomly generated?"

Mo Long: "It's not necessarily a bad thing. The heroine is dead, and you are not punished, which shows that you will not be punished by the system if you change the plot."

Zhou Meng: "Do you still need to say it? It's all now, and I still need to say it! I don't know how much the plot has changed, but you're still here with hindsight! Now what? Meizu can't go back now, and the blade grass has blocked the frontier to death. The Falling Sky Mirror is now in the capital again, and the demon god still has four godheads that have not been resolved, what should I do?"

Mo Long: "It may take ten years for the blade grass to grow and wither. So, if you want to return to Meizu, it may take ten years. In addition, if you go to the capital, take a photo directly on the falling mirror, and maybe, the soul of the demon god can be sucked away. So, for now, going to Lidu to find the Falling Sky Mirror is a more efficient choice."

Zhou Meng: "In this way, King Li can be regarded as helping us get together the Falling Sky Mirror, saving us from piecing together everywhere!"

Mo Long: "Yes!"

In a trance, Zhou Meng felt stunned: "Then, what about the Dingfeng Sect?"

Mo Long: "What Wind Determination Sect? The Wind Determination Sect has now been destroyed."

Zhou Meng: "No, Gong Shiyu said that the people of the Dingfeng Sect have already been shipped out. Now it is scattered in all directions. Now that Wei Lin is dead, and the two masters are also dead, am I not the only hope for the Dingfeng Sect?"

Mo Long: "How could you be? This sect is just one sect in the book. Do you really think of you as Zhou Meng of the Dingfeng Sect? She was dead when you took it."

Zhou Meng: "But Mo Long, if I seal the Demon God from my mind into the Falling Sky Mirror, where will I go?"

Mo Long: "What are you asking?"

Zhou Meng: "In the Shangqing Realm, the resentful immortal said it. I've long since lost what I thought I still had, which was the real world. I can't go back, my body has been destroyed by Luo Yong. Can't I be a paper man here?"

Mo Long: "Don't you want to complete your mission? You have to remember that if you don't continue to complete the task, I will leave your sanity, and by that time, you will be a complete scholar, and with your spiritual power and cultivation, I am afraid that you will not be able to deal with the difficulties you are about to encounter."

Zhou Meng: "I know. So, let's make a deal."

Mo Long: "What?"

Zhou Meng: "I'll help you solve the matter of the demon god, and you will help me protect the people I want to protect."

Mo Long: "It's not a conflict, Zhou Meng. As long as you get to the capital and throw the demon god into the Falling Sky Mirror, and then take the Falling Sky Mirror for your own use, the Falling Sky Mirror will lose its greatest reliance, and the whole world will be safe, and whoever you want to protect, whether it is Twilight Chengxue or anyone else, you can protect it."

Mo Long's tone became much more indifferent, and it had realized that Zhou Meng was not the host who obeyed it.

Zhou Meng: "So, I still want to go to the capital?"

Mo Long: "The root of the problem is in the Falling Sky Mirror. I know you want to gather the people of the Wind-Setting Sect now and make sure they are safe. But these are palliative, not cure, and what you really need to do is eliminate the hidden dangers that threaten their safety. And this hidden danger is the capital of the thunderbolt."

Zhou Meng asked stupidly, "I have one more question, Mo Long, I hope you will answer me sincerely."

Mo Long: "Just ask."

Zhou Meng: "In my mind, you are embedded, and in your system, there is a demon god stored. If I'm going to throw the Demon God into the Falling Sky Mirror, how will I strip the Demon God from your system?

And I will strip you from my sanity? When the time comes, will I become a victim too?"

Mo Long didn't expect Zhou Meng to be so direct: "I will try to let you survive. And, now that you're willing to stay in the book, the problem is pretty well solved."

Zhou Meng: "So, from the beginning, you didn't plan to take me back to the real world after completing the task?"

Facing Zhou Meng's questioning, Mo Long was silent for a while: "You alone, and tens of billions of people in the real world, I will choose to let more people live."

Zhou Meng: "So now, if I split the demon god and throw it into the Falling Sky Mirror, what is the probability that I can still survive in the book?"

Mo Long: "According to the probability calculation, the probability of you surviving is 10%, which is a big probability. During the time we've been together, I've been working hard to expand my features to increase your chances of survival."

Zhou Meng: "Ten percent of the time, you start urging me to destroy the Demon God."

Mo Long: "I detected that you have a tendency to change your character's intentions in the middle of the process, so my algorithm prompted me that I need to urge you to carry out the mission. However, if you sign a contract with me to destroy the Demon God when the chance of survival is between 90% and 100%, I will still be there for you and help you achieve your goal."

Zhou Meng: "Why not 100% after?"

Mo Long: "Because after achieving a 100% chance of survival, the Demon God's Divine Soul will be completely compatible with your Divine Soul. This is a loophole in my algorithm. Any goal has a price."

Zhou Meng: "I see. I am willing to make a pact with you."

Mo Long: "The current survival rate is 10 percent, and you can do what you want. If you have the idea of protecting the demon god, you will be punished by this system."

Zhou Meng: "Don't worry, I will do what I say."

Suddenly, Zhou Meng felt that he had seen the sun through the clouds, and he seemed to have a new goal and a new hope in his heart.

People who have hope are really happy.

It was the news of Wei Lian's death that made Zhou Meng realize that she had begun to be sad for the characters here.

She can no longer hide her care and care for the friends around her.

A living person, after a long absence, was rumored to be dead.

Zhou Meng actually felt a sense of falling and helplessness.

The first thing she thought of was that in the future, if she did something exaggerated on impulse, there would be no more silence to help her stop time.

They are comrades-in-arms, neighbors, and perhaps sisters long ago.

But now she is gone, in this world, never to be seen again.

and Li Xuanling.

He's a miserable character in his own right. z.br>

Unexpectedly, even if the story was mixed up by Zhou Meng, he would still fall in love with Wei Lin and die for Wei Lone.

Do the people in the book have fate?

Yunzhou was covered by dark clouds again.

People are starting to get anxious again.

Gong Shiyu said, "Don't worry, this is not the cloud it used to be, it's just that some people are unhappy."

Seeing Zhou Meng's fierce face, Gong Shiyu stepped forward and asked, "Senior Sister Zhou, mourn. As a cultivator, life and death are indefinite."

"Why do you all call me Senior Sister, no matter how old you are?" Zhou Meng's pen was sour, and he hurriedly changed the topic, "I think I may be younger than you."

"There is a precedence in hearing the word. Now, you are the most capable and qualified to keep the Dingfeng Sect."

"I see, I'll leave it to you from the Dingfeng Sect, my brain can only fight and kill. Now, I just want to go to the capital and avenge Wei Lian. It is estimated that I will die for a lifetime, and the will will will be directly explained to you, and in the future, you will be the leader of the Dingfeng Sect."

Gong Shiyu said unhurriedly, "The population of my sect is scattered all over the place, and now we urgently need you to gather and gather. Angry words of revenge, just talk about it, at a critical juncture, it is the person who will keep my sect."

Zhou Meng took the ink sword, stretched out his hand to twist a trick, and set off a big firework in the sky.

Each spark was not extinguished, but floated in all directions, turning into colorful dream clouds, floating in front of the eyes of the disciples of the Dingfeng Sect, guiding them to come to Yunzhou.

"Yunzhou is low, with the Central Plains hills in the north and the Jilan Mountains in the south, so it is convenient for the clouds to cover us, so we will settle debts in Yunzhou, and invite the disciples of the Jilan Sect to gather in the clouds, and then, wait for the opportunity to recapture the sect." Zhou Meng said, "Before everyone gathers, the two of us have to go back."

Gong Shiyu was surprised: "Go back?"

"If we don't go back, how do we know the current power of the capital? If we don't know whether it's clear or not, we should be defeated, but we can't, and the future battles will still be fought in such an unclear way. Now, let's both focus on recovering our spiritual powers."

The two meditated silently, and the people of Yunzhou were regarded as immortals and did not dare to disturb.

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On the side of the Guanghua Society, Cheng Xue heard about what happened to the Dingfeng Sect, and she was so anxious that she was going to return to the Dingfeng Sect by the dragon.

However, at this time, the candle dragon's addiction to eating souls has not yet been stopped, and it is still necessary to use the superimposed technique in Guanghua.

At the same time, Han Qi also repeatedly dissuaded that at this time, Cheng Xue could not return to the Dingfeng Sect alone.

The two masters plus Wei Lian, who had no way to resist the Lidu people, Cheng Xue went back alone, and it could only be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

After a few days of reluctance, Han Qi said to Cheng Xue earnestly: "After receiving the bad news from the Dingfeng Sect, the sects have begun to prepare to form an alliance, I believe that with the strength of the alliance, we will unite and will definitely be able to take the Dingfeng Sect back."

Cheng Xue obviously couldn't cheer up, "Senior Sister Meng is in Meizu, Senior Sister Lin is gone, and Senior Brother Ling and Senior Sister Yu are also gone. The Jicang Master and the Miao Master are gone. What is the difference between our Dingfeng Sect and the destruction of the sect?"

"And you're here. The disciples around the Dingfeng Sect are willing to obey you, even if you are a stranger in the world, they like you. Now, you are the hope of the Dingfeng Sect. Kang Kang is gathering the disciples of the Dingfeng Sect, you have to cheer up. If you don't cheer up, the Dingfeng Sect will really disperse."

"But I'm so young, I don't understand anything." "Fate can bully whoever it wants, and it doesn't matter how old you are. Chengxue, it's up to you. You can absolve yourself of responsibility, but you should know the consequences."

Han Qi patted Cheng Xue on the shoulder, waved at the candle dragon, and left.

Zeng Xue hugged the candle dragon's feet and whispered, "Senior Sister Meng, what should I do? Why don't you come to me in a dream."