The next second, Changle felt his shoulders being grasped by a strong pair of hands, which even caused some pain.
"Ale, how could you..." Her eyes were wet, and the movements in her hands became more and more insane, "Sister, I will help you get rid of the evil spirit..."
Changle felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and he felt that the last trace of his own warmth in his body had disappeared. He reluctantly rejected her: "Sister, you don't have to help me, I have my own sense of discretion."
Yong'an took action and tested her with his immortal power, but he couldn't get an answer that reassured her.
Changle seemed to be in an ice cave, even her breathing was cold. She raised her eyes with difficulty and said, "Sister, have you tried it? It's useless."
The wind blowing in the face of the valley mouth actually had a chilly feeling, which made people feel goosebumps all over.
The two people's eyes met, and there was indescribable sadness in each other's eyes.
Yong'an buried his head deeply, his throat hoarse horribly: "Ale, you shouldn't be like this. Even if you have no supernatural power, lost the elixir, and have been ordinary and accomplished nothing in this life, you definitely don't deserve to be subject to such evil spirits.
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"Young Highness, you... the evil energy has invaded your fairy spirit, and there is no way to save it. I just hope that you will be firm-minded and not be deceived." Xi Heng's tone was calm, with a subtle tremor.
Changle was speechless.
Yong'an stood in front of her, clearly looking the same as usual, but he still vaguely saw unusual emotions in her eyes. It was also helplessness, despair, and despair. No matter what it was, it was heartbreaking.
She let go.
"Sister, perhaps, the fate of the goddess is not determined by myself since she was born. My identity does not allow me to be comfortable for the rest of my life, or in other words, with my temperament, I don't want to be comfortable."
She straightened up, and the wound on her abdomen quickly improved under the influence of the demonic energy. She pushed Yong'an to the entrance of the valley, pointed to the hazy night outside, and said: "Sister,
There are many kinds of beauty in the world, and everyone has his or her own beauty."
"Ale, you shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't have to suffer this," Yongan looked into the distance, tears welling up in his eyes, "Ale, you should have been worry-free...it's my sister who is incompetent..."
"But sister, I feel that there is no such thing as absolute justice in the world. It's just that there are so many groups of people that there is such a thing. To me, the right way is just a word," Chang Le said.
With a faint smile, he added, "It's like you all think that the evil god Lian Xun is a heinous bad guy, but I still stick to my heart."
She turned around and looked at the group of heavenly soldiers behind her. They all had extremely shocked looks on their faces. She turned around, raised her foot and took a step, and this step made the person who was pressed like a jack unable to breathe.
.Step by step it felt like walking on a sword, the pain was unbearable.
At night when she couldn't see her fingers, a flame suddenly lit up in her hand, as hot as her own body. The firelight illuminated a face like white jade, making it look both beautiful and pitiful.
She said softly: "Sister, please follow me out. I can control this demonic energy."
Yong'an and Xiheng looked at each other, and immediately felt a deep helplessness in their eyes, but they did not dare to delay, and hurriedly called the immortal soldiers to escape.
While walking in front, I heard the whispers of a group of heavenly soldiers not far behind me.
"This little Highness is so bold. He dares to absorb demonic energy and practice evil arts. Doesn't this mean that the Demon Emperor will be despised by everyone in the world?"
"You're stupid, didn't you hear? She is Princess Yongle, the princess of the demon world, and a traitor to the gods!"
"She is the only person I have ever seen who has not absorbed the demonic energy. Look, she is still under the influence of the demonic energy!"
"You don't know, she just practiced evil skills in the devil's aura, which is simply destroying her own future. She's destroying her own future. How can we not take advantage of it?!"
Changle's lips curled up slightly, he looked at the heavenly soldiers and generals in front of him, and said: "I know what you all think of me, but I have not violated my true intentions. I just want to have a clear conscience."
After she finished speaking, she lifted her feet and walked out of the cave. There was a sigh behind her, and Yongan hurriedly called: "Ale!"
But she turned a deaf ear and walked out.
Outside the cave, the moonlight poured down, and her shadow was stretched so long, as if she were a lonely bamboo that would be blown down by the wind at any time.
All the heavenly soldiers and generals at the foot of the mountain looked at that thin and tall figure, and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in their hearts. She was indeed brave.
Xi Heng clenched his fists tightly, with complex and contradictory emotions flashing in his eyes.
On the edge of the cliff, Yongan looked at that slender figure and couldn't help crying.
This time, no one could stop her.
...
The moon in the sky is full and the stars are shining brightly.
Changle raised her eyes and stared at the crescent moon. The familiar face seemed to appear in front of her eyes again, but this time, she could no longer see it clearly.
Who is he? Where is he?
She slowly closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with darkness...
...
On the other side of the cliff, there is a deep path leading to the top of the mountain, and there is a faint light coming from there.
A gust of wind blew by, raising dust from the ground and blowing away the surrounding darkness.
Changle opened his eyes and stood up.
This road does not lead to the top of the mountain, but goes down. However, in such a late night, there are no street lights and no one stops here.
It was very quiet in the cave, except for the sound of her footsteps and her own beating heart.
Chang Le walked up step by step. The blood on her body had dried up, and her clothes had been torn in many tears. She was completely unaware of this. She didn't stop until she was halfway up the waist.
The wind outside the cave blew a few leaves, which hit her face, like sharp needles piercing her skin, causing unbearable pain.
She lowered her head and saw the blood on her palm, falling drop by drop to the ground, forming small blood beads, and a blood flower blooming in the air.
Changle stepped up the stone steps and finally saw the scene below the cliff.
The ground below the cliff has turned into a scorched place, with thick smoke billowing and flames soaring into the sky. The thick smoke shrouded everything, and even Chang Le's vision was mostly blocked.
There was a vague smell of blood in the thick smoke, and she couldn't help but frown, raised her feet and continued walking down.
"Ah..." A scream suddenly sounded, echoing in the silent mountains and fields. Changle was stunned and stopped.
No matter how you listen to this sound, you always think it is the sound coming from a corpse.
She frowned and thought for a while, but suddenly thought of something, turned around and ran into the cave. Sure enough, after she left, blood dripped from the cracks in the mountain wall and dripped on the stone slabs.
Looking at the blood, she suddenly became clear in her heart. This blood was used in blood sacrifices that day. From this point of view, the demonic energy in the cave began to seep in from that time.
Changle walked forward step by step. At the end of the cliff was a mountain with a huge cave on it. The door of the cave was open. She looked through the crack in the door and could vaguely see what was going on inside.
It was pitch dark inside and she couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
She felt a strong smell of blood filling the air, making her feel cold in her heart.
She gritted her teeth and continued walking forward.
"Ale, don't trespass, this is the territory of evil cultivators." Yong'an shouted behind her.
Changle didn't look back, his feet moved faster, and he quickly reached the door.
She gently pushed open the wooden door, and was immediately hit by the strong and pungent rotten smell inside.
It was a withered skeleton, covered with a thick straw mat, and the whole body could not be seen, but it was certain that it was definitely not a human being.
What is this?
Changle frowned in confusion. She walked into the cave, opened the straw mat, and saw the scene inside, which made her pupils shrink immediately.
"What, what is this?!"
Inside lay a man in a white robe. His hair was scattered on the bed. The flesh on his face had rotted away, leaving only a white skeleton and some pieces of meat. There were two broken arrows stuck in his chest.
The arrow was sharp and sharp, and the arrow had penetrated his heart, which was badly damaged.
His eyes were closed tightly, and his eyes were deathly gray.
Chang Le was startled and hurriedly retreated.
"Ale..." Yongan looked at the man's body and felt an extremely ominous premonition in his heart, "Ale, what's wrong with you?"
Changle kept staring at the corpse. A flash of doubt flashed in her eyes, who was that person?
She doesn't know him.
But why is her heart so flustered?
"Ale, let's go back."
"Um."
Changle nodded, turned around and walked out of the cave.
"Go and see who this person is first. It's so late. I'm afraid some monster will attack." Yong'an said.
"Okay." Changle responded, turned around and walked forward.
Chang Le approached the corpse step by step. The closer he got, the more panicked he felt, and his heart beat more violently.
She approached the man, squatted down, and stretched out her hand to feel for the man's pulse.
"He is dead, his heart is broken!"
Changle stood up suddenly, his face suddenly darkened.
This man's pulse is so weak!
She didn't know what to do, and the panic and worry in her heart were even worse, but she had to save him.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white arms, clenched her fingers into a fist, and struck hard somewhere on the man's chest.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the man's chest suddenly sunk, and he was bleeding.
Chang Le retracted his arm, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and then turned the man over.
The man's back was turned to her, and his silky black hair hung down, covering his face.
Changle's fingers curled up slightly, and his nails dug into the flesh of his palms. The bright red blood spread along his wrists, dyeing the white palms bright red.
She raised her hand and grabbed the man's shoulder.
The man's shoulders were so thin that they looked like they would break if the wind blew.