The goddess is killing people in the world again

"No." Yan Ling said again, looking at Le Xian with eyes full of heartache.

Le Xian approached Yan Ling and asked, "What is your duty as a god?"

"Protect the six realms." Yan Ling answered word by word.

Le Xian: "Since you know, why are you trying to stop me? Yan Ling, once the Evil Moon Bow is out, we have no chance of winning. This is our last chance."

"Ninety thousand years ago, you died once. How can I watch you die again? I can't do it." Yan Ling turned his head and said.

"Who said taking blood from the heart will lead to death? I just want to try it." Le Xian did not tell Yan Ling the consequences of taking blood from the heart.

Yan Ling: "Do you know what the blood of the god's heart means? Even if you don't die, you will lose all your magic power."

Le Xian nodded and said, "Okay, since you don't want to, I won't force you."

Le Xian shrunk the Yiying sword in his hand and stabbed it straight towards his heart, but before it penetrated, the Yiying sword bounced away immediately.

"Yeying, even you won't help me?" Le Xian said sternly, looking at the Yeying sword in the distance.

The shadow made a loud noise and its mouth trembled violently, as if it was resisting.

Le Xian cast a spell to seal Yeying's sword spirit and picked up the sword again. This time without the sword spirit's obstruction, the Yeying sword pierced Le Xian's chest and blood flowed out. He quickly used the blood-drawing technique to collect the blood from his heart.

"Le Xian." Yan Ling screamed in shock. He didn't expect Le Xian to stab him directly with a sword, so he hurriedly activated the protective spell.

As the blood was lost, Le Xian could feel that the divine power in his body was also leaking out. Once the blood-drawing technique was activated, it began to continuously absorb Le Xian's heart blood. Le Xian's jet-black hair gradually turned snow-white.

"Le Xian." Yan Ling was shocked.

Le Xian: "For them, I will never give up."

After the blood from his heart was taken out, Le Xian also fainted.

Yan Ling caught her in time: "Le Xian."

He began to transfer spiritual power to Le Xian, but there was a level difference between the two of them. Le Xian's body was very repulsive to Yan Ling's spiritual power. Yan Ling felt that Le Xian's body, which he was holding in his arms, was gradually getting colder.

"No." Yan Ling continued to transport, but was still backfired and was seriously injured.

"You are the Lord of the Six Realms, you cannot die."

Yan Ling used the secret technique of the Red Dragon Clan, the Huanling Technique - which temporarily improved his cultivation, but he would also die from spiritual power exhaustion.

Seeing that his spiritual power was input into Le Xian's body and Le Xian's white hair turned back into black, Yan Ling's mouth curled up slightly.

Le Xian's soul drifted to an unknown place.

"Le Xian, Le Xian."

"Where is this?" Le Xian looked around warily. A breeze blew by, and petals fell in all directions, so beautiful. Wasn't she taking blood from her heart? How could she be here?

“This is Guixu.”

"Guixu." Le Xian asked doubtfully.

"Le Xian, get out quickly, this place doesn't belong to you."

As she spoke, Le Xian's soul was pushed out by an external force and returned to her body.

"You finally woke up."

At this time, Yan Ling's whole body underwent earth-shaking changes due to the exhaustion of spiritual power. After losing all the spiritual power, he stayed by Le Xian's side to guard him.

Le Xian heard the voice beside him and turned his head. When he saw Yan Ling in front of him, his pupils suddenly dilated: "Yan Ling, what's wrong with you? Your hair?"

Yan Ling's hair had turned completely white. Yan Ling took Le Xian's hand and placed it on his spiritual vein: "I used the Red Dragon Clan's Huanling Technique to transfer spiritual energy to you."

After saying that, he fell on Le Xian.

Le Xian felt that Yan Ling no longer had any spiritual power, and said in disbelief: "Huan Lingshu?"

"The Huanling Technique can improve one's own cultivation in a short period of time. You are a true god, and I am just a supreme god. There is a huge difference in spiritual power, and I cannot transfer the spiritual power to you directly. So I used the forbidden technique of my clan and used my own soul as collateral to activate the Huanling Technique." Yan Ling said with a smile.

"What are the consequences?" Le Xian asked tremblingly.

Yan Ling said word by word: "The soul flew away."

"No, no." Le Xian tried to input spiritual power into Yan Ling, but it didn't work.

Yan Ling stretched out his hand to stop her: "Don't waste your spiritual power, it's useless. You still have the task of saving the six realms. Don't waste time on me. You can't die, Le Xian. I should have died 90,000 years ago, right?"

"No, no." Le Xian held back tears and shook his head.

Yan Ling continued, "For so many years, I have been brooding over what happened ninety thousand years ago. Finally, I can die to save the six realms. I have no regrets."

While he was speaking, Yan Ling's body had already begun to dissipate.

"The Six Realms are in your hands. I'm sorry I can't accompany you to the end."

Deep in Yan Ling's memory, he always remembered the first time he met Le Xian. Le Xian saved her. When he woke up, Le Xian was looking at him with his head tilted. Thinking of this scene, Yan Ling smiled.

"Goodbye, Lexian."

After saying this, Yan Ling completely dissipated, and his soul turned into fragments that intertwined with the stars above the Qiongxiao Palace.

Le Xian's eyes were filled with tears. Looking at the disappearing Yan Ling, sadness shrouded her like a shadow, pressing heavily on her heart. She was a little breathless for a moment. She stretched out her hand to grab him, but it was all in vain. In a hurry, Le Xian took out the soul-locking bag and retained a part of Yan Ling's soul.

"Yanling."

Late evening

Qiang Yu was guarding the Heavenly Dao and ascending to the True God Realm at the Tribulation Place when he saw a star falling. Qiang Yu was shocked: "Isn't this the star of Yanling? Why did it fall? Could it be that Jinlun has attacked the God Realm?"

After saying that, he planned to go to Qiongxiao Palace to find out what was going on.

Le Xian put away her sadness. She didn't have much time left, so she buried the jade flute given to her by Yan Ling in the god's tomb in the Qiongxiao Palace.

"Yan Ling, wait for me, I will save you."

He turned and left the tomb, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Shenxiao Temple

Le Xian poured the blood she had just taken out of her heart from the jade dish into the weapon refining room, and practiced the magic weapon according to the method Xuan Nian taught her...