Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 67 Sacrifice one’s life
Song Xinci, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, is a prodigy among the new generation of disciples.

He entered the Qi Refining Realm at the age of seven, the Spirit Transformation Realm at the age of nine, the Return to Void Realm at the age of sixteen, and the He Dao Realm at the age of twenty.

Such achievements are rarely matched in the world.

Therefore, Song Xinci has always been extremely proud and rarely looked down upon others. But now, she has been forced into a dead end and can't even find a glimmer of hope.

Because the person standing on the opposite side is Lingyun, who appeared out of nowhere together with Nangong Feitian a thousand years ago, and was the one who laid the foundation for victory for the righteous side in the battle between good and evil!

Song Xinci had never expected that the Fuyao Sect actually had an Ascending Realm cultivator who had not yet gone to the Heaven Realm, and she had never expected that the Futian Pavilion's actions would just awaken this being who must not be provoked.

At this moment, even if Zhuque, who is good at escape, is here, there is no possibility of escaping.

The huge gap in realm is like a chasm that cannot be crossed.

But Song Xinci did not lose her will or run away recklessly. She chose to face Lingyun's swordsmanship head-on, intending to witness the terrifying power of an Ascended Realm cultivator firsthand.

This is the extraordinary determination of her, she always has the courage to draw her sword against the strong.

As if they felt the gaze from Lingxiaotai, the Fuyao Sect disciples near Song Xinci retreated one after another. Some of those who were slow to react were pulled away by their elders with magic weapons, for fear that they would be implicated later.

Yun Yi was also brought to Qingwei's side by magic, leaving Song Xinci alone there.

In fact, Elder Qingwei was also feeling uncomfortable. In his heart, he had already regarded Shi Yucheng as his disciple. Even if he was Song Xinci in disguise, it was still difficult for him to accept watching her die in front of him.

The same was true for Qi Ling'er and Xun Ziyu. Shi Yucheng was generous and amiable, but the fact that he was grateful for the favors he received was enough to make them feel sad.

"Master, can we ask the Master to let her go?" Qi Ling'er asked softly.

Xun Ziyu immediately said, "Be quiet and don't embarrass Master."

Qing Wei naturally noticed that the two disciples were singing the same tune, so he shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Didn't you see that the Sect Master didn't dare to speak? How could I beg for mercy?"

Qi Linger secretly glanced at Yun Yi and whispered, "Junior Brother Yun looks so unhappy. Could it be that he is the one who is most reluctant to leave? That woman just whispered something to Junior Brother. After all, they have been practicing together for so long..."

Although Xun Ziyu didn't respond, he agreed with his junior sister's opinion. He recalled the inspection of Shenmu Forest. Although he and his two "junior brothers" were not together, they had experienced that life-and-death crisis together, and it was inevitable that they would develop feelings for each other.

Elder Qingwei sighed and said, "Don't overthink it. After all, that person is not your junior fellow apprentice Shi Yucheng. Besides, she has already reached the Hedao realm at such a young age. She doesn't need our sympathy."

Yun Yi stared at Song Xinci and felt that she was lonelier than ever before.

In her previous life, she had this kind of personality. No matter how powerful the enemy was, she never bowed her head.

I remember that she once fought against the Demon Lord Yi Tianxing. She used her cultivation level of the Hedao Realm to fight against the Feisheng Realm, and she survived at the cost of being seriously injured.

Maybe she could get away alive this time?

Yun Yi couldn't be sure, and he thought about how he had never heard of Song Xinci encountering such a desperate situation in Fuyao Sect in his previous life.

That time, Song Xinci should have left Fuyao Sect before Lingyun took action.

But what went wrong?

Yun Yi suddenly realized that the problem was with himself.

Song Xinci could have just left, but she insisted on asking if he wanted to go with her, which delayed him for a moment. Furthermore, in his previous life, he had never come to the Fuyao Sect, so Song Xinci had been free to come and go without any worries, and naturally, he would not have ended up in this situation.

So, I was the one who harmed her?!
The color of the pillar gradually dimmed, and Lingyun no longer wasted time and waved a ray of moonlight towards Song Xinci.

This strike was identical to the one that had killed Master Mando. Once this strike was struck, cause and effect were established.

Song Xinci had no power to dodge, nor did she need to, because the sword was bound to fall on her. She had no other choice but to withstand it head-on.

But at this moment, she was full of fighting spirit and showed no sign of defeat. She took out the Xisheng Sword and many protective magic weapons, intending to fight to the death.

Seeing the snow-white moonlight instantly submerging Song Xinci, the light was so dazzling that the people around him used their hands to block it.

Yun Yi did not do so. He just looked at Song Xinci in the moonlight and saw that her expression remained unchanged and calm, as if death was just a trivial matter to her.

She has always been like this, as if nothing in the world can move her.

Yun Yi knew that she was very lonely.

His mother was possessed by a demon, his father was devoted to spiritual practice, and although his grandfather was a good person, he was exploitative. However, his own spiritual practice progressed too quickly, so the few good friends he knew were soon left behind and gradually disappeared.

That's why her mind-refining strategy is about "blood ties". Only by forgetting them can she achieve "the highest forgetfulness of emotions".

Isn’t this a kind of sadness?

The Xisheng Sword did not fall into the valley during a great battle as remembered, but gradually turned into particles under the erosion of the moonlight, and disappeared bit by bit accompanied by the wailing of dragons and phoenixes.

It was once Song Xinci's most beloved magic weapon. In countless sleepless nights, the girl would gently stroke the dagger and even say a few words to it from her heart.

Song Xinci had a blank expression on her face as she watched one magic weapon after another being destroyed. All she wanted now was to remember this astonishing sword strike.

It was a worthwhile trip.

Finally, all her defenses were shattered, and the moon-like sword energy was about to tear her body apart and end her life.

At this moment, Song Xinci couldn't help but want to close her eyes gently, but in the blink of an eye, a figure suddenly rushed into the battle and blocked the way ahead regardless of anything.

He was not tall, and the sword in his hand was as clumsy as a large piece of iron.

But to Song Dynasty's new porcelain, it looks like a towering mountain.

The sword moves that even the Hedao realm cannot block, naturally the Lianqi realm is also helpless. Even the slightest contact can cause unbearable pain, and both the person and the sword will be defeated.

"Huh?" On the Lingxiao stage, Lingyun actually recognized the unrecognizable Fangyuan Sword and immediately took the initiative to retract his attack and disperse the Yuehua Sword Qi.

However, once the sword move is launched, there is still some force left even if it is retracted.

This was a devastating disaster for Yun Yi, who was in the Qi Refining Realm.

But Yun Yi didn't retreat even a single step. He let out a long roar and actually risked his life to perform a move -

"The world is full of square and circle!"

The square and round sword in his hand was still in the shape of an iron sheet, not the one in Nangong Feitian's hand; the sword moves he performed could only transform the square and round sword into a handful of flying swords, unlike the one performed by Nangong Feitian that covered the sky and the sun.

But at this moment, Yun Yi has completely grasped the essence of the sword moves!
The whole world is within my sight, and where my heart is at peace, it becomes a square!
As the moonlight in the sky suddenly faded away, Song Xinci stared straight at the figure in front of him, watching him finally collapse and kneel on the ground leaning on the Fangyuan sword.

Song Xinci rushed forward and saw that Yun Yi was dying. She hugged him regardless and found that Yun Yi's meridians were broken. A large amount of blood seeped out from his facial features and pores all over his body. In the blink of an eye, he became a bloody man.

"Yun Yi? Yun Yi!" Song Xinci had no choice but to call his name.

(End of this chapter)