The blood-colored dark room was already a mess. The green flame was extinguished, and the black cauldron was shattered, and a few arrows were scattered on the ground—they were dark red instead of the green flames. The orb rolled around on the ground, banishing the evil energy in the dark room with a colorful light.

The Sword of Faith was stuck in the wall, most of it sinking into the rock, only the melted hilt still dangling from the red glow of molten iron. A large crack appeared in the stone wall around the Holy Sword, extending up and down, as if it was about to split the entire dark room in half. Needless to say, Qi Lang's sword must have pierced through the mysterious void directly, bringing a huge disaster to this dark room.

In the corner, there was a figure huddled.

Viewed from the back, it was an extremely thin figure, like a lamb abandoned by its owner, hiding in a no-man's corner and trembling, as if complaining about the injustice of fate.

She was scared.

The female demon who used to be so domineering was now swept away by the divine light of the holy sword, and she couldn't even muster the courage to turn her head and face the enemy. Or, the moment the Holy Sword sliced through the void, she felt the extremely familiar aura, and she collapsed......

About half an hour ago, Qi Lang was still under the pressure of those tragic situations, and he had been angrily trying to shoot a sharp arrow into the witch's heart. But now, he suddenly found that it was so difficult for him to raise the holy sword in his hand. It wasn't because the Sword of Honor was fading away, but because he was starting to think that the woman named Man'er was just a wretched creature. For the sake of the so-called infatuation, she opened the door to bloody revenge. A man with an immense honor hurt her feelings, and she projected all the hatred in her heart on the equally stupid believers.

She was a damned demon, but it was likely that she had been a simple woman, and that there must have been tenderness and kindness in her eyes, and that wickedness and gore had never stained her hands. The transformation from human to demon is only in a single thought—that is the credit of hatred.

Qi Lang hesitated. He was a little overwhelmed by the current situation, and the original anger seemed to leave him in an instant, if it weren't for the blood coagulated on the walls around this dark room, and the bloody aura that emanated from it kept reminding him of the demon in front of him, he would have almost forgiven her.

"You see him......" At last, she spoke, her voice trembling at first, but then calming down. However, Qi Lang couldn't tell whether the words in her mouth were a question, or just a self-talking exclamation.

In silence, Qi Lang slowly raised his left hand. Lying flat in the palm of his hand, is a heart-shaped jasper, not very big, the head of the water is not very long, if you guess according to the professional judgment of Atcha and Wang, it is not a valuable treasure at all. But the residual warmth of the jade is still there, and of course the emotions in it are still there......

Qi Lang hesitated for a moment, but finally took two steps forward, leaned down gently, and put the piece of jade beside her: "He wants me to tell you that he has been waiting for you to turn back......"

She still sat there motionless, but Qi Lang could tell that she had been trying her best to control herself and not let the heart-shaped jasper take all the worries.

There was a tick, as if the condensed water droplets at the sharp corners of the rock had fallen to the ground. A small piece of bluestone was wet, just at the edge of the corner of her clothes.

She slowly lifted her head. Qi Lang was so shocked that he took two steps back: her originally soft and white face was already crawling with wrinkles, and at the same moment, the last half of her black hair was pulling off the black strands one by one.

"Turn back?" her voice grew old, "the sea of blood is so vast that even if you turn back, you won't be able to see the shore." ”

She laughed. The sound of madness echoed through the dark room, and it seemed unusually sharp and harsh. The bitter laughter made Qi Lang frown involuntarily. She coughed twice, spat out a mouthful of blood from the corner of her mouth, and slowly stood up, walking towards the stone wall in the depths of the dark room.

"Stop!" Qi Lang turned to the side vigilantly, and subconsciously touched his quiver with his right hand, only then did he remember that his arrows had already been shot completely. But even if he was unarmed, he still had absolute confidence to defeat the female demon: "You should turn back, did you hear clearly, otherwise you will kill yourself!"

She snorted softly, "Perish? I'm already perished." And, I don't think I'll ever look back......"

She didn't look back, but still resolutely walked forward. And just as she was about to hit the wall, the dark red and hard rock disappeared like an illusion. What appeared in front of her was an abyss beyond the mountain!

"Wait...... No, you don't!" Qi Lang finally realized the true purpose of all her actions, and was about to jump over to stop it, but it was too late.

She jumped down like a light fallen leaf, fluttering in the wind and rising and falling in the clouds and mist in the middle of the mountain.

The miserable wind roared, the clouds flew at the feet, and the people disappeared......

Her breath was gone.

She's dead. The demoness named Man'er ended her sinful life herself. I don't know if she was in a mood of remorse when she made that decision, but she is dead, and all love and hatred are annihilated with it. Going to the same fate as her was the archmage who had done her great harm. He was also dead, and there were no bones left—his love for her, and her hatred for him, were sealed in the black hole of that plane, and no one could really touch them.

The heart-shaped jade pendant was still on the ground, gradually cold, and the soft brilliance gradually dimmed.

Qi Lang's brow was still tightly locked. The love between men and women is still too profound for this young man who will turn seventeen. He just thought he and her were too crazy, or, a little pathetic.

The two weirdos are dead, and this mess has to be handed over to Qi Lang to clean up. According to the explanation of the Grand Mage of Wenchang, Qi Lang pulled out the sword body of the Sword of Faith, put the seven god-breaking arrow clusters and the beautiful spirit stone into his bag, walked to the corner of the wall and pressed the secret door, and walked back to the main hall with a confused face.

Owu was sitting on the jade steps next to the secret door, holding the heavy sword in one hand, his brow twisted into a dead pimple. It could be seen that his expression was extremely painful, and it was estimated that he was still regretting the loss of control for a short moment, and even the loud noise made when the secret door opened did not alarm him to turn his head to take a look.

The women, apparently regained their senses, and now they were all gathered on the other side of the hall, all clothed and panicked, and the more timid were holding each other up and weeping.

Seeing such a scene, Qi Lang completely fell to the ground with a stone, and he reached out and patted Ou Wu's shoulder: "Are you okay, brother?"

The strong man did not reply, neither shook his head nor nodded, only stunned there for a long time, and then suddenly buried his head between his knees: "Don't call me brother! I'm finished, I've become a devil!"

It was like an angry roar, but there was a little crying in it.

Qi Lang's face suddenly became bitter. That's what worries him the most - Ou Wu has a brain, he is prone to losing control, and he is prone to going to extremes. He probably killed seven or eight innocent women, and although he had no idea what he was doing at the time, when the sobriety finally got back, there was no doubt that he fell into deep self-reproach.

"You're not a devil, Aowu!" Qi Lang squatted down in front of Aowu, and struggled to stabilize his round and big head, "Look into my eyes, brother, don't run away! It's not your fault, you've just fallen for the witch's illusion, you're innocent like them!"

"No, I'm a sinner! I'm a damned sinner!" Ou Wu screamed, and suddenly broke free of Qi Lang's hands, jumped to the wall, and slammed his head against the wall. With a groan, blood quickly splattered on the broad forehead. No matter how Qi Lang persuaded him, he still used his brute strength to punish himself and the jade wall in this monotonous way.

"Bastard, you're giving up on yourself, Owu!" After being pushed twice by Owu, Qi Lang finally couldn't suppress his anger, "Don't tell me you want to die headfirst here, you bastard, that's your real sin!"

Qi Lang angrily walked down the steps, picked up the sword of victory with all his might, and raised it back in front of Ou Wu: "Tell me, is the fool with a bloody face in front of me the owner of this holy sword? If the answer is yes, why did the future victor give up? Has his confidence and responsibility to pursue victory been thrown into the Suril crater?"

Owu finally stopped his stupid self-harming behavior, but the apology and remorse in his eyes were even more obvious: "I shouldn't be its owner." That's the trick Leo told me - I cheated on it. I did my best to show my courage and responsibility, but in reality, the Holy Sword itself chose to close the resistance, and I had the opportunity to hold it in my hands. I'm a liar and I don't deserve it......"

"You deserve it!" Qi Lang raised his voice even further, "I've been convinced of this Sword of Victory since the first time I saw it. You are destined to be a victor because you are brave, jealous and hateful, and never give up in the face of your enemies. If you haven't fully proven yourself yet, one day, you will!"

Qi Lang noticed that Ouwu's gaze was no longer flickering, and his spirit was a little calmer. He knew that his persuasion had worked, and now that he had to work harder, his brother would have a good chance to completely untie the knot.

"Now, do what you want to do, Owu. Qi Lang's voice fell, but the firmness in it did not diminish in the slightest, "Face it." Face those who died. If you still have the courage, face it all like a real victor!"