Ah Bi's divine soul power had not fully recovered, and Chang Ling was embarrassed to speak when he looked at his weak appearance, and after Ah Bi finished probing the remnant soul light cluster, he nodded lightly at Chang Ling.

Previously, it had almost cleaned up the residual consciousness of the Demon Cultivator of the Mystic Law Realm, but now it had just absorbed some resentful souls, and there were more residual consciousness and resentment of resentful souls in it.

After being refined for so long and fighting with that evil cultivator for so long, these resentful spirits have long been riddled with karma, and their own consciousness has almost disappeared, and they are only fighting instinctively under the command of resentment.

If Chang Ling absorbs this light cluster, at most, he only needs to solve the remnants of those resentful souls, insignificant consciousness, as for the resentment, can Chang Ling, who is in it every day, be handy?

A large part of the karma in Chang Ling's sea of consciousness is the resentment that remains after the disappearance of the soul of those mortals.

After listening to Ah Bi's words, Chang Ling nodded solemnly.

In the future, she will be alone in Youzhou, and the importance of the soul is self-evident.

The necklace that Gu Yunxi left behind to cover her aura could barely hide from the Jindan Realm monks' detection, although there weren't many Yuan Infant Realm monks in Youzhou, she didn't dare to guarantee that she wouldn't encounter it.

Whether it was in battle or in terms of concealing his aura in daily life, a strong divine soul was too important for Chang Ling.

Although the strength of the main divine soul after she had experienced the soul splitting was still far greater than that of ordinary monks, she knew that this was not enough.

In the short term, she is not ready to divide the soul again, and all the energy absorbed will be used to enhance the main divine soul, in addition to the soul division that is fused with the Tongyuan Sacrifice Sword, she also has two soul splitting souls that can be used now, Gu Yunxi gave her two long swords when he left, both of which are high-grade magic weapons, although there is no collateral effect against the sky, but they are also extremely sharp.

There's nothing wrong with fighting.

But the dangers she faced in the future did not come from fighting alone.

The monks who entered the Condensing Realm, the three souls and seven spirits condensed into divine souls, it was too easy to annihilate the consciousness of mortals, although Chang Ling already knew that there was no possibility of resurrection for these remnant souls, and these consciousnesses would also disappear in endless pain over time.

But after all, it is human consciousness, full of their expectations for life and beautiful yearning, with memories of the past and attachment to the world.

It was the last vestiges of their tiny lives in this world.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth, sat down cross-legged, and the spirit in the sea reached out and picked up the light cluster.

After taking it for a while, neither she nor the light group changed.

Chang Ling asked with some confusion, "How should I absorb the energy of this remnant soul light cluster?"

Abi replied, "Eat it." ”

The corners of Chang Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and it took a lot of mental work before he reached out and pinched the corner of the light ball, and with great ease, he tore off a small piece.

She raised her hand and handed the piece of light to her mouth, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the piece of light went straight into her mouth.

She couldn't help but close her eyes.

It doesn't smell good.

Before he could make this exclamation, Chang Ling's consciousness was a little trance.

It's another layer of illusion, more precisely, it's an illusion for her, but for those resentful souls, it's their life.

This time, Chang Ling only felt that she had become the little girl in the story, except for some autonomous consciousness, she was pushed forward by invisible forces.

She used to be a disciple of Yuanhuamen.

If Chang Ling had started earlier, he would have heard her name.

It was the number one existence among the cultivators of the Heavenly Xuan List Condensing Realm.

Such a talented girl, in the surprised eyes of everyone and the dissuasion of the teacher, still resolutely participated in the demon punishment operation and came to Youzhou.

Her magic weapon is a double sword, but she is a complete magic cultivator.

The sword was applied to the spell, and Chang Ling was also the first time he had seen it.

The two long knives glowing with flame light continued to swirl between the necks of the demon cultivators, igniting the bright red flames as the blood splattered in all directions.

It's terrifying.

Chang Ling only felt that he was also a leader in the same realm, but if he faced this female cultivator, if he didn't rely on Ah Bi's strength, he could be said to have no chance of winning.

Such a warm and bright double knife had once cut off the heads of many Jindan Realm demon cultivators.

A genius who is too dazzling is regarded as a treasure on the side of the righteous path, but in the eyes of demon cultivators, he is a nail in his flesh and a thorn in his flesh.

The Yuanying Realm cultivators couldn't make easy moves in Youzhou, but the Jindan Realm Demon Cultivators kept rushing towards her.

Without exception, they were all beheaded by her.

Although Chang Ling couldn't see the appearance of 'herself', she could really feel what kind of spirit she was.

Young Tianjiao.

Later, the picture in front of me was a little messy and trembling, and frame by frame flew by.

Once again, it was clear to her that there was a village on the desolate land.

The scale of this village is not small, and it is inhabited by mortals, and it does not look like it is enslaved by demon cultivators, and it can really be called 'paradise on earth' in Youzhou.

'She' walked into the village, and everyone here had a smile on their faces, and they were genuine and welcoming.

As a monk who grew up in the sect since she was a child, she still has a faint curiosity about such fireworks in the world.

Here she tasted the freshly baked, hot food, and gulped for it because it was too hot.

She sat quietly in the treetops, watching the boys and girls exchange tokens with each other, promising for life.

She watched the big yellow dog next door bark day and night, and looked at the most trivial things in mortal life.

Although everyone in Xianmen is very good to her, they are seeking the avenue, coupled with the deliberate 'desperate love', these small cares and loves, sincere and warm smiles, are all things she has never seen.

But such a village in Youzhou is not a long-term solution after all.

Maybe there have been no demonic cultivators in ten years, but what about twenty years, a hundred years?

She chose to take them out of Youzhou, unlike Chang Ling, this Tianjiao, who can be called the power of the sect to cultivate, has mustard seed space in his hands.

She smoothly put the village into the mustard seed space and chose to return.

Where there is her, it will naturally not be calm.

At first, the sect also sent four or five Jindan Realm monks to follow her to play a protective role, but the battles she faced were often extremely tricky for those people, and they were inevitably injured, after all, they were not sure to defeat her in actual combat.

She also felt sorry for her own classmates, and she found a lot of reasons along the way and drove them back to the station, and she insisted on following her, but she was also thrown away by her fast flight into the air.

Of course, this is not a simple distress, as a young man, winning again and again makes her eyes extraordinarily bright, and pride unconsciously fills her heart.

She had long wanted to wander alone in this strange and vicious land, which would be an extremely valuable experience and a rich stroke in her life.

On the way back, many demonic cultivators from the Jindan Realm came to intercept and kill her.

She also slashed them one by one without exception.

Accidents happen in the last battle of her life.

As she struggled with several flying zombies, one of them suddenly pulled away the mustard seed space wrapped around her waist.

Her mustard seed space was a white jade belt, and in the hands of that huge flying zombie, it only took a little effort to crush it at once.

The fine powder bloomed before her eyes, and it was one of the living beings.

Chang Ling, who was attached to her body, clearly experienced her panic and despair.

Whether it's a storage vessel or a mustard seed space, if it is destroyed on the outside, everything inside will also be annihilated.

In the scattered powder, there are those who have accompanied her and given her countless warmth and hard work.

She didn't know if the exposed mustard seed space could be destroyed.

She knows.

But the battles again and again made her too complacent, after all, she had not failed to 'not touch a leaf'.

The only accident happened after she took the village into the mustard seed space.

As a person who has been smooth sailing since she was a child, whether in her cultivation or in other aspects, she has never been hit so hard, even in the midst of a dangerous battle, she still can't help but be distracted, tears constantly sliding down her cheeks.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

In the end, what continues to be amplified is a deep sense of self-blame and sorrow, and she should pay for these people's lives.

It was she who swore to describe the scene to them, and then she put the whole village into the mustard seed space, telling them that soon they would see the bright sun.

Of course, there is no lack of influence from the methods of those cults.

The change in her mood will naturally not be missed by these opponents in front of her.

No matter what, this talented monk, the fighting movements involuntarily slowed down, and the fighting spirit also dissipated most of it unconsciously.

First she received the stiff blow to her abdomen, and then the fist hit her head mercilessly, blood staining her entire vision red......

She didn't even have time to use the life-saving talisman that her master had left for her, and those bright eyes closed forever.

It seems that those evil cultivators did not expect that such a battle would be won in such an easy way.

After the war, they looked at the man's corpse with some embarrassment, and the ridicule at the corners of their mouths was so obvious.

Kindness and compassion are too weak in front of everything, so weak that they can easily pinch her to death if they defend them to death.

Then, her body was refined into a flying zombie, and her spirit was extracted and condensed into a resentful spirit.

She killed so many lives along with those she once hated the most.

............

Chang Ling's eyes suddenly darkened, and all the previous scenes disappeared.

At the end of that 'illusion', it was she who was constantly tormented by the yin and evil formations, and it was she who saw her divine soul's body and hands stained with blood in the occasional moment of sobriety.

She couldn't get rid of it.

Chang Ling's mood was also a little low.

The life of such an upright and prosperous Tianjiao ended in a hurry.

"You don't have to pity me, the path was chosen by me, and I did it wrong after all. A faint voice rang out.

No matter how hard she tried, the faint tremor in her voice still couldn't be suppressed.

A kind and soft person will be a good person, but a 'pure' good person will not survive in this world.

A qualified and powerful monk should be calm and compassionate, kind and righteous but not lose his edge.

She still couldn't make it after all.

lost so many lives, lost his own life, and the cultivation of the sect for several years.

She had finally finished this lesson, at such a tragic cost.

"Thank you. The voice rang out again.

Regardless of whether Chang Ling replied or not, he said to himself: "Although your cultivation talent is not obvious, you still have to learn lessons, don't be too yourself, everything in the world is never black and white, and the same is true of good and evil." ”

"If I had been ruthless at that time, and I had lived in the future, I would have been able to kill more demons and save more people from fire and water under the double sword......"

There was a long silence.

"Let's do it. It's a relief for me to really lose my soul, all these years my consciousness has been muddy, attached to the black flag, I don't know how many lives have been mutilated, I claimed to be righteous in life, but after death I still became an executioner. ”

"A day like this is better for me than forging a resentful soul in that evil array. ”

Her tone couldn't help but rise slightly.

Chang Ling gritted her teeth, and the power of her divine soul instantly enveloped the light cluster that was about to melt into her divine soul.

Finally, she faintly heard a long sigh.

"I'm not reconciled. ”

The pure power instantly melted into Chang Ling's soul, and a warmth swept through her body, and she could clearly feel that the power of her soul was climbing little by little.

The remnant soul from that Mystic Law Realm cultivator also came from this young Tianjiao.

There is no way for goodness and justice to defeat evil through themselves, and if killing is evil, it is even greater evil to let go of the bloody demonic cultivators.

It is good to pay for people's lives, but paying for this life will not change anything in the world, and even more lives will be filled in the future.

There has never been pure kindness and justice, and the only thing she can do is to always be a defender, never go against her heart, treat evil demons with no mercy, and never kill innocents indiscriminately.

After seeing this illusion, Chang Ling's breathing couldn't help but feel a little heavier, and the intense sadness still surrounded her whole person.

She is lucky, there are a lot of hardships along the way, too often she can't be 'kind', plus there is Abi by her side, teaching her, and she has not waited until she is forced into such a tragic situation to be able to have an epiphany.