He Miaomiao's face loomed in He Yanxin's eyes, as if she was very close, and as if she was far away in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of sharp eyes changed from vague to real through a hundred years, and finally fully revealed, obviously now at the same level, but still forced her to retreat.

"Division... Master..."

He Chunyi is the person she fears and hates the most in her life.

She has cultivated so hard that she shouldn't be afraid of a dead person, but when she sees her eyes full of disdain, pickiness, and inexplicable hatred, she still can't help but feel a chill down her spine.

She seemed to see her childhood self, the glory and pride when she was accepted as an apprentice by the female fairy, and her yearning for the immortal cultivation world, her strength, and her endless longevity.

It was the happiest moment of her life.

But before she had time to feel it, a boy with delicate facial features was led to her by He Chunyi, she had never seen such a doting smile on the master's face, and the original face with calculation and pickiness could still be so gentle and loving.

He Yanxin's nails were broken at root, and the despair of her childhood reappeared, not at all diminished by half a point with the passage of time.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sadness of falling to the bottom, the master who regarded him as a celestial, and the fairy who flew away from the sky was just the most ordinary person in this world.

It turned out that with her qualifications, it was not enough for the master to value her, and she even had a reluctance to accept apprentices.

She cultivated desperately, even if it was the same evil skills as her master, she didn't care at all, and even had the pride of being honored. But seeing that He Yangui, who always had a gentle smile, could let the master go to find the highest level of Dao cultivation in Lingnan, she was still so jealous that she felt pain all over.

She knew that if Master wanted to use her, she would eventually only be reduced to a medicine that would absorb essence and blood, but she still continued to work hard and curry favor, always fantasizing that one day, Master would be able to see her standing on a high place and be proud of her.

It's a pity that her good master didn't even give her a chance to use her after getting the Bai family exercises.

All her exercises were passed down by her master, far less subtle than the Bai family's blood introduction exercises, she had fallen to the point where she was disgusted with evil spirit and impure essence and blood.

She finally realized that no matter how hard she tried, she was just a four-spirit root, a tasteless and discarded item in the eyes of her master, not a person of flesh and blood.

This is also why, she worked hard to cultivate to build the foundation, but she still couldn't escape the fate of being gifted to a high-level monk.

He Yanxin looked at He Chunyi's phantom, holding the well-behaved and delicate boy, and the appearance of looking at each other and smiling made her eyes red with hatred.

With a wave of her sleeves, she pinched the trick and sacrificed her natal magic weapon, and the black mist formed by the pure evil qi turned into two long silks, and she attacked He Chunyi desperately like a water curtain in front of her, but no matter what, the figure just couldn't disperse or destroy, but was getting closer and closer to her.

"He Chunyi! You're dead! Wei Changfeng has already killed you! You can't hurt me anymore!!Hahahahaha! I'm the last one to survive!!"

A black spirit snake sword rose from behind He Yanxin, and the rising mist swirled in the air, revealing the shape of a big python in the blink of an eye, screaming and screaming and rushing straight at the phantom He Chunyi.

Under the entanglement of the spiritual power of the two parties, He Yanxin finally heard a click, and the phantom shattered into pieces like a spar, and He Chunyi, who had hated him all his life, finally turned into spiritual light and dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, He Yangui, Wei Changfeng, Wu Tianlin and Nian Youlan appeared in front of her with a condescending attitude.

Those past events that she tried to bury, those shames, failures, and the resentment of being trampled under her feet finally hit like a tide, making her already bloodshot eyes slowly flow two strands of blood and tears.

She sacrificed the Spirit Snake Sword like crazy, and increased the injection of spiritual power, so that the natal magic weapon Mist Aya shrouded the four people with killing intent.

She knew that it was just an illusion, an illusion that would not fight back, and that it would not move, and that it was the deepest obstacle in her heart.

But she just couldn't help but feel churning, the evil qi occupied the meridians, occupied the sea of knowledge, and even her state of mind had completely fallen into the abyss, wrapped in black, and she could no longer see half of the beauty in the world.

In addition to the blood red, there is a thick black.

He Yanxin could hear her violent heartbeat and rapid breathing, and she felt that her dilapidated body was getting weaker and weaker in this consumption, and the already unstable Jin Dan was also on the verge of collapse.

She even felt the loss of vitality, like a spring that was about to dry up, and the last wisp of clear water gushed out, and it was about to run towards an unknown place.

"He Miaomiao... It's you. ”

She stopped her attack abruptly, letting the phantoms wreak havoc in front of her, laughing at her pathetic from above.

"I should have known... You're the viper that hides in the grass... I should have known..."

The dark blood completely filled her eyes, and everything around her could no longer be seen clearly, but vaguely, she seemed to see two purple lights, holy and majestic, and slashed straight at her Zhihai Dantian.

"Finally... It's over. ”

He Yanxin's bloodstained face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness, and the voice of slight relief also drifted away with the wind.

Her red eyes stared at He Miaomiao's direction, only for a moment, but then turned upward, looking at the rising sun, facing the east dyed with a red light, and fell softly.

......

"Miao Miao, your array is much more powerful than before!" Li Xiaojiang picked up a page of yellow paper that fell to the ground, and the light and translucent array diagram, even if it was missing a corner, the power made people feel palpitations.

"It's not that the formation diagram has become powerful! It's that He Yanxin is too weak! Wei Changfeng and Yao Lao are both late and consummating, and it's normal not to be affected by the formation diagram too much. ”

Bai Muhe took the array diagram and looked at it carefully for a moment, only to feel dizzy and dazzled, and there was no way to study it carefully. When she was about to hand it back to He Miaomiao, she saw Wei Changle stretch out her hand, she turned around again, and floated over the formation diagram.

"Miao Miao?" Seeing that He Miaomiao had been standing still, looking at He Yanxin's corpse in a daze, Bai Muhe approached and nudged her, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. She picked up He Yanxin's storage bag with her divine sense, popped out a small yellow firework, and completely turned it into ashes, before turning her head to Bai Muhe, who was worried, and said, "It's just that I didn't expect me to be so calm." ”

"You no longer regard her as an opponent you value, and the hatred in the past will not affect you, and there is no difference between killing and not killing. Bai Muhe gently put his arm around her shoulders, turned his back to the lake, and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the pile of black ash drift around.

Without He Yanxin's Lingnan, it can always be calmer.

Wei Changle was immersed in the formation, threw out the flying sword in an orderly manner, motioned for a few people to jump up, and then staggered to the ground and left the depths of the jade mountain.