Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The net carried a scorching force that imprisoned her soul and spirit, instantly binding her tightly and making her unable to move.

"Capture the witch!" Master Shui Yao shouted.

"The holy body of the Buddha must not be lost, bring it back to the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect immediately!"

Qianye Ancient Buddha gave the order in a deep voice, and when his eyes swept over the unconscious Su Chen, an imperceptible strange light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The pure heart and the origin of the dark moon will eventually be his!

The disciples of the Immortal Sect rushed forward and roughly dragged up Nan Xiang, who was tied up like a cocoon in the God Binding Net.

The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect carefully lifted the unconscious Su Chen.

The two men, one was dragged to the prison of the Immortal Sect like a serious criminal, and the other was "respectfully" carried back to the holy land of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, but they were heading to completely different beginnings of purgatory.

"Don't look!"

Nan Xiang outside the mirror suddenly stretched out her hand, and with a slight tremor in her blood-stained fingertips, she covered the image of the Mirror of Time and Space, and also tried to block Su Chen's eyes that were almost dripping with blood.

Her voice was choked with a hint of imperceptible choking and urgency.

"Su Chen, don't look at the back...it's all in the past. We are together now, aren't we?"

She knew that what would be played out in the mirror next was the torture she endured in the dark prison until... her death.

She didn't want him to witness her pain and death again, that would be too cruel for him.

Su Chen's body was as tense as a rock, and veins bulged on the back of his hand that was covering the mirror.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, whose eyes were trying to force a smile but could not hide her heartache. His hideous and painful face was reflected in her eyes.

The gears of fate seemed to let out a heavy sigh at this moment. Fifty years of blood and tears and the reunion at this moment, the love and hatred, burned and entangled silently in the body temperature of the two people hugging each other tightly.

He leaned over suddenly, and kissed her lips fiercely with an almost desperate plunder and confirmation.

This kiss, mixed with the smell of bloody rust and the ecstasy of recovery, was hot and intense, as if it wanted to crush and devour each other's souls, and then merge them into one again, in order to fight against the cruel fate that kept haunting them like reincarnation.

Although Nan Xiang stopped Su Chen from looking at the Mirror of Time and Space, the details of that day fifty years ago are still deeply engraved in his mind, and everything is still vivid in his mind.

Now she is the only one who is real and alive. Thinking of this, he hugged Nan Xiang tighter.

＊Inside the space-time mirror.＊

Fifty years ago, inside the forbidden demon-killing formation, the wind howled and evil spirits rose to the sky.

A female cultivator wearing a gray and white Taoist robe and looking to be around 30 or 40 years old, was none other than the junior sister of Luoshui Sect's Grandmaster Shui Yao Zhenren - Ancestor Qiu Tong.

I came out of retreat a few days ago and consumed a lot of my energy to deal with those trash from Luoshui Sect, especially that trash Lu Mingxuan!

Thinking of the defeat in the City of No Return a few days ago, although she rescued Lu Mingxuan, she injured her origin.

Now, he can use the pure Millennium Demon Pill to improve his cultivation and make further progress.

Her well-maintained face was now filled with sinisterness, and her icy-gray eyes seemed to be covered with ten-thousand-year-old ice, flashing with naked greed for the demon pill.

The skinny fingers that contained cold power were wrapped in eerie ghost energy and were grabbing towards Nan Xiang's Qi Sea with a grim smile - that was where the demon pill that depended on the Ginkgo Tree Demon's life was located!

Nan Xiang had already been tortured for seven days to the point of being emaciated, his spiritual power was exhausted, his consciousness was floating in pain and coldness, and he had even lost the strength to struggle.

She closed her eyes and waited for the final end.

Just when the ghost claw was about to touch——

"stop!!!"

A roar filled with endless grief, anger and heartbreak, like a thunder that tore through the haze of the forbidden formation.

A bloodstained figure, like a moth to a flame, crashed into the formation at a speed beyond its limit! It was Su Chen!

His snow-white cassock had long been soaked with blood, with countless beautiful blood flowers blooming on it. The corners of his mouth kept overflowing with glaring red. It was obvious that he was already at the end of his strength after forcibly breaking through the prohibitions of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and resisting countless attacks.

Without hesitation, he placed his wounded body between Nan Xiang and Patriarch Qiu Tong!

Thousands of immortal spells, Buddhist seals, forbidden formations and murderous intent all bombarded his back.

His body shook violently, and another large mouthful of blood spurted out, staining Nan Xiang's paper-pale cheeks red.

But he staggered and actually managed to withstand the combined force of the attack that was enough to destroy a mountain!

He lowered his head, his bloodstained fingers trembling, but he very gently brushed away the dust mixed with blood on Nan Xiang's face, and tidied up the messy hair that stuck to her forehead.

The eyes that were once as clear as glass were now bloodshot, yet still filled with heartbreaking tenderness and attachment, as if the world had collapsed and she was the only one left in his eyes.

"Su Chen..."

Nan Xiang opened her eyes with difficulty and saw his bloody figure and the deep affection in his eyes that was desperate to protect her for a moment. Her heart was filled with great sadness and a sense of relief.

He came, finally came...that was enough.

However, this moment of tenderness, in the eyes of Qianye Ancient Buddha, is the biggest "obstacle".

Beneath his compassionate face, he hid his extreme greed for Su Chen's pure heart and the origin of Youyue.

Seeing that Su Chen is so seriously injured and Nan Xiang's life is also hanging by a thread, this is the perfect opportunity to seize Su Chen's power and eliminate the trouble forever!

The pretended compassion in his eyes faded away in an instant, turning into the coldest calculation.

"Foolish boy! You are so stubborn that you deserve to be destroyed!"

Qianye Ancient Buddha shouted, and the Buddha light around him suddenly became sharp and piercing! He had been brewing a secret method for a hundred years, specially prepared for stripping the Pure Heart - a gray-white light blade that was condensed to the extreme and flashed with strange swastika gold patterns. It was silent, but it carried a terrifying power to annihilate life, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and suddenly shot towards Su Chen's unprepared back.

"Do not--!!!"

Nan Xiang's pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme! Huge fear and despair instantly overwhelmed her!

She didn't even have time to think, the last remaining demonic power in her body, along with the unswerving desire to protect her until death, exploded!

She used up her last bit of strength and pushed Su Chen away.

puff!

The extremely vicious gray-white blade of light pierced through Nan Xiang's thin body without any hindrance.

The target was directly aimed at the ginkgo demon pill deep in her qi sea that sustained her life.

"Ugh—!"

Nan Xiang let out a short cry of pain.

The demon pill was like fragile glass under the light blade, and was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks. Then, in front of everyone's horrified gaze, it shattered with a loud bang!

It turned into dots of emerald green fluorescence, like the last ginkgo leaves in autumn, scattering sadly.

The breath of life quickly drained away from her like the ebbing tide.

She fell limply into Su Chen's arms, large mouthfuls of blood gushing out of her mouth, staining his snow-white robes red, as well as her own lapels.

Her vision began to blur, and she tried hard and tremblingly to raise her bloodstained hand, trying to smooth his furrowed brows that were filled with endless grief and despair.

"Don't...cry..."

She was barely breathing, and every word she said was tinged with blood.

"Su Chen... remember... next autumn... when the ginkgo leaves turn yellow... we... will... eventually... see... each other... again..."

The final note was like a sigh, carrying with it a faint but persistent hope for a reunion, and completely dissipated in the cold air.

The raised hand eventually fell down weakly.

“Ah—Nan—!!!”

Su Chen hugged her still warm but lifeless body tightly and let out a heart-wrenching roar that was enough to make the heavens and the earth mourn!

Two lines of blood and tears, like the most desperate accusation, rolled down from his scarlet eyes, across his handsome face that was distorted with pain.

At the moment when Nan Xiang died, something strange happened!

Su Chen's heart was broken by extreme grief. The pure and spotless Buddha's glass heart and the core of the Dark Moon Abyss that had just merged into his body suddenly exploded in a resonance of despair.

The two forces no longer repel each other, but blend perfectly and thoroughly.

The pure glazed light was swallowed and transformed by the deep blue and the inky-thick devilish energy of despair!

A "devil's heart" that exudes terrifying oppression, is as dark blue as ink, and is entangled with wisps of ominous black energy, appeared in his broken heart!

boom--!

An indescribable terrifying force, a mixture of divinity and devilishness, mercy and destruction, erupted with him as the center, like a tsunami that could destroy the world!

The runes of the demon-killing forbidden formation that had originally suppressed him broke apart inch by inch! All the immortals and Buddhist monks who were about to rush forward to grab the treasure, including Shui Yao Zhenren, Qiu Tong Patriarch in gray and white Taoist robes, and even Qianye Ancient Buddha, were pinned down by this sudden and terrifying pressure that was beyond imagination, like insects frozen in amber, unable to move even a finger.

There was only boundless fear in his eyes!

On Patriarch Qiu Tong's originally well-maintained face, there was now only horror distorted by the pressure, and his ice-gray eyes were wide open.

The prophecy came true!

Jiuyou appears and the Demon Lord comes out.

Everyone seemed to be strangled by fate. They thought of the previous prophecy and looked at Su Chen.

Su Chen slowly raised his head.

His blood-stained snow-white robes disintegrated bit by bit under the erosion of the demonic energy and turned into ashes. In its place, he wore a gorgeous robe with a black base and dark gold magic patterns. It was seductive and domineering, with the majesty of a demon lord who looked down on all living beings!

The cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is as red as crying blood and bright and vivid.

On his smooth head, his black hair grew wildly, but there were strange strands of dazzling silver in between his hair, as if all vitality had been taken away, and as if he was carrying the loneliness of eternity. The strange dark purple magic pattern spread from the corners of his scarlet eyes like a living thing, and instantly covered his handsome but cold face, interweaving into a face that was both strange and seductive, and gloomy and charming.

He slowly turned his eyes, and those eyes that were once clear and compassionate now only contained the abyss-like dead silence and raging hatred that could burn everything!

His eyes swept across the frozen crowd, and finally stopped at the hypocritical and horrified face of his former master, Qianye Ancient Buddha, and... the old man Qiutong, who was wearing a gray and white Taoist robe, with greed and fear still in his icy gray eyes!

No longer admiration, no longer awe, only deep-rooted, eternally frozen hatred!

"Ah……"

A low, hoarse laugh filled with endless irony and destructive meaning came out from Su Chen's bloodstained lips. He looked at these so-called immortals and Buddhas who were unable to move due to his power, with greed and fear written all over their faces, and he felt that it was extremely ironic and ridiculous.

"You... all deserve to die!"

The moment he finished speaking, the Buddha's Golden Lotus in his palm, which originally symbolized the supreme holiness of Buddhism, was now completely permeated with the destructive demonic energy as thick as substance, and transformed into a world-destroying black lotus emitting the breath of annihilation!

The black lotus spun lightly and floated out silently.

Target——Ancestor Qiutong.

The woman's ice-gray pupils reflected the approaching black lotus, and she was horrified!

She didn't even have time to mobilize the cold spiritual power in her body for defense, and was instantly pierced through the center of her eyebrows by the black lotus that seemed slow but actually contained the law of absolute destruction!

Without even a scream, her well-preserved body and soul were like ice and snow thrown into the scorching sun, silently annihilated and dissipated! Only a wisp of gray and white Taoist robe was left, which was quickly swallowed by the evil spirit.

The demon-killing forbidden formation, under the residual power of the world-destroying black lotus, was shattered like a fragile glass cover!

The fragments turned into a rain of light, reflecting the face below that was full of demonic charm and blood and tears, as well as the blood-stained body in his arms that was forever sleeping.