"Ji Weiliang!" Ling Jinxi called her name with all her strength.

Ling Jinxi never thought that when he made the divine promise to restore the light, the first scene he saw would be the sacrifice of a golden elixir cultivator.

Under the dark cloud of hatred, behind him is a terrifying eighth-level monster.

In this dilapidated city and on the broken lake, Ji Weiliang's spiritual power was the only light, but that last light was being swallowed up little by little by the messy black and red threads.

Shocked, admired, or...hungry?

Black and red silk threads outline the figure of a top swordsman under the wide robe. In the gaps where the aura overflows, her flesh and blood also exudes a sweet and pure aura.

Eat her, eat her, as long as you eat her, you can survive, become the leader of Xizhou, and seek justice for your mother!

"Ji Weiliang!"

"Ji Weiliang!"

Ling Jinxi exhausted almost all her strength, whether to wake herself up or to wake up Ji Weiliang on the ice lake.

Stepping on the broken ice floe, Ling Jinxi fell again and again. His newly regained eyes were fixed on Ji Weiliang, who was bound by the hateful clouds and red silk.

He could feel the warm blood and sharp ice, but he still ran towards her desperately.

No one can rob it from him. It belongs to him, not the moon, nor the prey, nor those disgusting red and black threads - that is Ling Jinxi's only thought at the moment!

Even though Ji Weiliang's feet were covered with cracked thin ice, if he lost his footing, he might fall into the ice lake and be slowly frozen to death.

Even if what lingers around Ji Weiliang is the poisonous lovesickness, stepping into it will be the pain of lovesickness for the rest of his life.

Ling Jinxi didn't know this at this time, or even if he knew, he would still do it without hesitation!

Ling Jinxi is the son of God in Wanren Mountain. As a son of God, each one will have his own mark. When they make a decision, the power of God will grant them some special powers.

When Ling Jinxi pounced on Ji Weiliang without hesitation, the red thread instantly entangled the two of them completely.

The longing for love is endless, and the red line is naturally endless.

Changdaoliang whined slightly, using his own body to resonate with Ji Weiliang's golden elixir.

The blade began to shatter, and cracks appeared in the golden elixir.

Whether she was trying to grow the seedlings or at the end of the road, before she completely lost consciousness, Ji Weiliang completely gave up all hope of living. She burned her spiritual power, hoping to enter the Nascent Soul realm.

Ji Weiliang's idea is very simple. Since the golden elixir cultivation is not enough to deal with these things, she will become a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Moreover, when a golden elixir cultivator breaks through the Nascent Soul, he will absorb a large amount of spiritual energy from the surrounding world.

There is no spiritual energy here, only endless clouds of hatred. As long as she does not die, her body can trap these clouds of hatred for at least one more day.

At that time, the only thought in Ji Weiliang's mind was - Hengyun, I will take you away even if I die!

As Ji Weiliang's spiritual power burned, the bright red thread became entangled in the black cloud of hatred, and the scattered silver moonlight was also wrapped up.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!" Ji Weiliang was laughing. She was laughing very happily. As for what she was laughing about? Anyway, she just wanted to laugh.

Even though he lost consciousness, Ji Weiliang still instinctively found an opportunity to win. The entangled red thread tightened again, and more blood rushed into the cloud of hatred as the red thread rushed...

Above the mirror lake, the huge black and red blood cocoon began to fight back. The long sword Liangwei, who was on the verge of shattering, turned into a stream of light again and rushed into the depths of the hateful cloud. The golden sword domain took shape again.

Hengyun was sucked in instantly, and the blood cocoon was like a whirlpool, and began to devour Hengyun crazily.

The long knife in the cloud of hatred is like a shepherd dog driving away the sheep, driving the cloud of hatred that tries to escape back into the scope of the blood cocoon.

This is Ji Weiliang's last resort, entrusting his last sanity to Liang Wei.

As long as she can control the hate cloud, she will rely on the strength of the medicine to force a breakthrough, and then absorb the hate cloud with herself.

Although there were some changes in the plan, overall it went smoothly.

Especially the red thread, it was able to entangle Henyun, which greatly helped Ji Weiliang.

The red thread entangled the hateful cloud tightly, and the cool resonance shattered the golden elixir to break through forcefully, thereby restoring the sword domain.

As long as the sword domain takes shape, even if Ji Weiliang loses consciousness, he will instinctively absorb the hate clouds around him...

The only surprise was Ling Jinxi.

***

Outside Yucheng, Lin Xi looked at the shrinking cloud of hatred from a distance, feeling extremely agitated in his heart.

"As expected of Ji Weiliang, worthy of being the leader of Yuezhou, she actually controlled Hengyun." Although Lin Xi is not a cultivator, he is also a cultivator. No cultivator will not worship the strong.

"Ji Weiliang is indeed alive, and she has indeed lived up to her master's trust!" The servant in green was also happy.

"She is a genius, a real genius!" Lin Xi's eyes were fiery. No matter his family background or appearance, it didn't matter. Being able to marry such a powerful female cultivator would be the pride of the Dongzhou Lin family!

"Master, the Flame Dragon Transformation is still there."

"Yanlong transformation is nothing. Without Hengyun, Yanlong can't transform into a monster that can withstand fighting." Lin Xi didn't care. Without Hengyun, Yanlong's transformation into such a monster is nothing more than providing materials.

People are happy to clean it up.

No, Yanlong Transformation, from now on, belongs to Ji Weiliang and the Dongzhou Lin family!

It’s not that the world is without great power, and it’s not that it can’t kill Yan Longbian, but it is afraid of its cloud of hatred. If it fails to kill him, the cloud of hatred will spread instead. It’s a merit but also a fault.

Naturally, no one is willing to do something that is so thankless and may even bring infamy.

But if there is no Hengyun, Yanlongbian is just a thousand-year-old monster, and it is still immortal and a renewable material library of magic weapons. What an endless treasure for many families!

Ji Weiliang worked hard, but the result was nothing but profitable in the eyes of those people.

***

When the last cloud of hatred was swallowed, Ji Weiliang's heart became clear. She was a person who could communicate with the heaven and earth. When she lost consciousness, she would return to her true nature, heartless and heartless, without love and hatred, and with all the love and hatred in the world.

There is no entanglement in love or infatuation.

Because she is part of heaven and earth.

The tangled ball of black and red thread let go of Ji Weiliang, but took Ling Jinxi with it and fell into the lake full of broken ice. Endless lovesickness and resentment tightly entangled Ling Jinxi and dragged him into the depths of the Mirror Lake.

"Let's go." As if murmuring in a dream, Ji Weiliang followed the long knife into the shallow fish forest with a leisurely posture.

Under her feet, Ling Jinxi slowly sank.

She couldn't see Ling Jinxi at all, or in other words, she never really saw Ling Jinxi.

Because, from the moment when he was entangled with Hengyun, even as a golden elixir, he was already in a trance, and he accidentally chopped Ling Jinxi with a knife. He was thankful that the red silk tied her up.

In the shallow fish forest, Ji Weiliang looked at the monster in front of her. She was in a trance. She felt that her brain was still numb. Hengyun seemed to be gone. Her plan succeeded and she was still alive, so she should come to fight the Yanlong.
Chapter completed!