After my junior brother lost his spouse, the whole cultivation world came to smell the smell

Lin Songyan's eyes widened, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Bai Yinchen is... already close to becoming a demon.

If he were to become a demon, no one in this world would be able to match him, and he would have the ability to bring disaster to the entire world of cultivation.

He could obviously kill everyone and then take possession of Lin Songyan wholeheartedly without having to share her with Mo Cangming.

However, he did not want to become a demon and would rather die than bring harm to the people.

I only wish that before I die, I can be reborn as a lotus together with my Taoist companion, floating together in the pond, collecting the essence of the sun and the moon and being in love with each other.

Three hundred years of obsession, only to be exchanged for a soul that cannot speak, move, or recognize people.

Such a last wish is really not excessive and not selfish at all.

He just felt pity for his master.

Po is the thing that connects a person's spirit and soul, and it controls a person's language of action.

Without a soul, Lin Songyan might not be able to jump around as usual.

He will live out his life with Mo Cangming in a daze and confusion, which is not too bad.

"I promise you, Master."

It’s okay to be a little stupid, but Mo Cangming will have less fun in the future.

Lin Songyan is no longer the lively Lin Songyan.

"You...you promised me?" Bai Yinchen raised his eyebrows, but then quickly dropped them. "You...are you pitying me, or do you at least have a soul that...loves me?"

Bai Yinchen stood up slowly, his posture hovering in the wind. In the magnificent starry sky beside the Magic Lotus Pond, he seemed like a banished immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.

He was a little bit unconscious and stretched out a hand to touch the fine hairs on Lin Songyan's cheek.

And those soft lips that I kissed countless times three hundred years ago.

However, when he was about to move his finger, he retracted his white jade-like finger, hid it in his palm, and restrained his aroused expression.

"You pity me? You never have a trace of his memory or emotions, right?"

Lin Songyan lowered her eyes and looked at her toes. Finally, she mustered up the courage, lifted her eyelashes, and looked directly into Bai Yinchen's eyes.

"Master, my three souls and seven spirits, every strand of hair, every strand of nerve, belong only to Mo Cangming. I'm sorry."

"But I will never forget your kindness in feeding me porridge and rice, teaching me and taking care of me when I was sick."

"Go ahead, take a wisp of my soul."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yinchen raised a white hand and pointed it at the top of Lin Songyan's head.

The pupils in the phoenix eyes were blurred by tears, and the lips that were suppressed were trembling.

This person is his Xiaoyan.

Many times, he treated Xiaoyan as his own child.

Now, he wanted to extract the soul of this innocent man for his own selfish desires.

"… just bear with it, it will hurt."

Lin Songyan closed his eyes tightly and frowned slightly, "Okay, it's okay, I'm fine."

For a long time, the subtle fragrance of the magic lotus froze time, Lin Songyan clenched his fists, and his whole body was as tense as cold and hard jade.

But Bai Yinchen is becoming increasingly difficult to deal with.

Suddenly, three thousand lotus petals were splashed into the pond, shattering the bright moonlight.

Lin Songyan looked in disbelief at the dark demonic aura that was approaching like a tsunami.

In an instant, the demonic aura crushed all the demonic lotuses in the pond, leaving the ground covered with broken blue petals, without a single intact flower left.

Lian Lingyu and Fei Wu, carrying a cage, suddenly rushed in front of Lin Songyan.

When the two men fell, they both knelt on the ground.

Fei Wu even reached out to support Lian Lingyu's knee, leaving his hands covered in blood.

The jade-like knuckles were worn out to the bones.

Lian Lingyu heard the sound of bones rubbing against the ground and asked impatiently: "Are you sick?"

As he said that, he took Fei Wu's hand and roughly rubbed and scraped the other person's wounds with water.

Fei Wu stretched out his hands and let him scrub them, his eyes filled with honey wine.

Changli followed closely behind, riding on the black demonic breath.

"You two, locked in the same cage, are you supposed to develop feelings for each other? I really want to vomit, Yue..."

Gu Nu and Qing Zhu also landed on the ground stepping on the devilish breath.

Gu slave: "My young master is loved by someone, do you have any objection? If you are dissatisfied, just keep it to yourself."

Chang Li: "I don't dare, after all, I don't have an official partner. If the author doesn't give me a partner, then I don't deserve it!"

Then, hundreds and thousands of demons, ghosts, poisonous insects, and disciples of immortal sects all came into Bai Yinchen's inner demon fantasy world like gusts of strong wind, using the devil's aura.

Bai Yinchen stared at the broken petals all over the ground, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Songyan looked around for a long time, but the person he was waiting for didn't show up.

Chang Li saw what he was thinking and explained, "The master said that he went to rescue the Holy Lord. If anything happens to you, pull off my tail and make it into a soft butt pad for you to use when you kneel down to confess... hehe."

Lin Songyan: ...

Kneel down and confess? Why should he kneel down...

Just as he was thinking of this, Mo Cangming had already supported the dying Saint King and came to Lin Songyan in a threatening manner.

As his arms released Saint Lord, Chang Li had already opened his hands to take it, and smoothly wrapped his tail around Saint Lord.

Mo Cangming didn't stop for a moment and went straight up to pinch Lin Songyan's waist.

"Lin Songyan, you really have a kind heart. But you are generous to others and give away things that belong to me. Do you want me to stay with a fool for the rest of my life?"

There was a ferocious beast hidden in his eyes, and his sharp fangs almost protruded from his lips.

Lin Songyan had never seen him like this before, vicious, tyrannical, and irresistible.

"It hurts... Mo Cangming, it hurts so much."

Mo Cangming's pupils shrank slightly, the strength in his hands lightened slightly, and his fangs were retracted a little.

"Hurt? If I spank you, it would hurt more, a thousand times more than this. Why didn't I see you blink when you agreed to him?"

Lin Songyan was in the wrong, so he had to lower his eyelashes and hook Mo Cangming's little finger with his finger.

He only used a very slight force to hook the angry demon king's hand down from his waist.

"You heard me. I told you that everything I have belongs to you." He muttered in a soft voice, "What kind of trouble are you making?"

The anger in Mo Cangming's eyes diminished visibly.

Even the tone of voice changed from that of a big devil to a man with a youthful tone.

"Then I won't lend it to you! I won't lend you a cent, not even a leg hair, not even a piece of dandruff, not even a bit of belly button mud!"

……

Chang Li looked confused and frowned, "What are you doing? Ouch..."

Lin Songyan: "You crazy old man... I don't have those!"

Mo Cangming turned around and looked at Bai Yinchen with a dull gaze, as if he was looking at a broken lantern.

"Bai Yinchen, you clearly can't bring yourself to take his soul, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have waited until now."

"The demon in your heart has been there for three hundred years. I thought your obsession was so deep, but it seems that it is not as strong as the two years I have been with Lin Songyan."

He raised his eyebrows in contempt, tightened his grip on Lin Songyan's waist, and declared his sovereignty.

"I have broken your inner demon, what else do you want?"

Bai Yinchen gave a bitter smile, squatted on the ground, and looked at the lotus petals stained by the dust and mud.

The White-haired Immortal suddenly spat out a mouthful of Lingxiao blood.

Blood splattered on the petals. He bent down to pick up one, but fell to the ground and never got up again.

Lying on his side on the remaining petals, he curled up and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

It turns out that you have been in my dream for three hundred years. In the end, it is just an obsession to an obsession, and a demon to a demon.

In the end, even the soul was devoured by the devil, and the obsession turned into smoke.

At this moment, the long sword at Lin Songyan's waist trembled, making a slight knocking sound.

Lin Songyan looked at the sword which seemed to be weeping and as if it was eager to fly away.

He drew out the Cijun sword, and with a bang, the sword flew to Bai Yinchen's side, and like a person, it nestled on Bai Yinchen's chest.

The sword energy dissipated in an instant, and the sword became rusty like an abandoned sword, no longer usable.