Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

The light of enlightenment came in the long dark night, and Mu Qingge made a breakthrough.

"It seems that Miss Mu's heart is clear."

The man's voice came from all directions, but Mu Qingge did not open his eyes immediately.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir."

The man said: "I just chatted with you for a while. The one who can really solve the problem in your heart is you, the girl."

Mu Qingge pursed her lips slightly. Without him asking, she took the initiative to say, "Just now I was struggling with my thoughts and remembered what an uncle once taught me."

The man also naturally said, "What are you talking about?"

Mu Qingge: "She told me that everything starts with one's heart. When the heart moves, the action moves, and when the action moves, the gods are in harmony. When doing things, the most important thing is the choice you make. As long as it is out of good intentions, there is nothing wrong."

"Your uncle does have some insights, but he added two more words." After thinking about it, the man had his own insights.

"what?"

The conversation between the two was so natural that it did not seem strange at all that Mu Qingge still kept her eyes closed after breaking the blinding spell cast by Xu Yushan.

"The world is so big that good and evil may not be clearly distinguished. So, in my opinion, as long as you follow your heart, Miss Mu, whatever you choose is right."

The man's words sounded like encouragement, but also like a prelude to farewell, and were followed by a long, tacit silence.

Everything around them was so quiet, so quiet that only the sound of a beating heart reminded them that the time had come.

"Now that you have made a breakthrough, it is time for me to go. Miss Mu, open your eyes and move forward."

“You must believe that a hundred years is just a dream, the world is vast, so just wander around…”

Lang Lang's voice dissipated into the vast universe, without any echo, only fading away.

Mu Qingge opened her eyes and looked down sadly. There was nothing left except the fire in front of her and the yellow sand under her feet...

"Thank you."

"Luo Xingnan."

Her voice rises with her heart and falls with the wind.

The next moment, she formed seals with her hands and crossed her fingers in front of her chest. With her as the center, two green and purple spiritual light circles spread out from the ground. The next moment, another red light that had never appeared before suddenly appeared.

That is the last star in the Xuanji constellation - Yuheng.

Seven stars connected into a bucket were twinkling in the sky, and Mu Qingge's eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

The place of awakening.

The Xuanji constellations in the sky all appeared, and with them as the center, circle after circle of runes expanded out. Finally, with the Yuheng star as the breakthrough, a ray of light with blue, purple, white and red as the main tones shot down from the sky, directly connecting to the ground.

The passage has been completed. The seven stars connected into a bowl have torn a crack in the black night sky in the shape of a star, connecting to the vitality of the outside world.

In an instant, several rays of light appeared on the outskirts of the silent and deserted wilderness. Some people came with swords, some grew wings, and some walked in the air.

Excited, thrilled, crazy, and even in tears.

Wen Bushian’s Ten Thousand Souls Banner was shaking violently, and the sounds inside were rising and falling.

Before Jiang Tingwan had time to be shocked by the strength of these people who were hiding in the surroundings without being discovered at all, Sui Jiu's voice came from the front.

"You only have thirty breaths to leave. After thirty breaths, you will never be able to leave again."

This was Suijiu's most accurate reminder, accurate to the number 30.

"one."

Suijiu started counting.

People from all directions were rushing up. Mu Yunzhong grabbed Jiang Tingwan's hand with one hand and Meng Ziyuan's shoulder with the other, and flew into the air.

"two."

The dark red flag also flew into the air under Wen Bumian's control, changing from one flag to multiple flags, spinning rapidly.

Thousands of twisted souls burst out from it and flew into the air.

"three."

“Sacrifice yourself to the banner, thousands of souls gather into one, as long as one soul leaves, the owner of the banner can leave.” In the long night, a blind monk in white clothes clearly saw nothing, but was narrating what was happening under the moon.

The red eyeliner curved into a beautiful arc, which was extremely charming. "Interesting."

A mature and elegant woman came up to him, holding a lantern and shining it forward, as if to confirm whether there was anything in the direction Wuxiang was facing.

Lingyu raised the lamp a little higher, and there was nothing but rocks and black soil.

"Is your eyes blind because you're always peeping into other people's homes?" Lingyu sat down on a stone beside him and looked in the direction of the full moon.

Wu Xiang did not get angry but laughed, "You guessed it right, so don't learn from me, the little monk, who is blind to his small eyes."

Lingyu put down the lantern in his hand and said, "Hey, I didn't see it. I just came to listen to your retelling. Can you help me see if my baby can get out?"

"Since you are a guest, you will have to leave one day."

Ling Yu got the answer, but did not show disappointment. Instead, he lowered his eyes and thought of the two people, "What about the master?"

Wuxiang answers all questions without hiding anything.

"For order, host and guest, leaving and staying, life and death, are the same."

"You're talking nonsense again." Although it was a teasing remark, Lingyu's expression became solemn. After a long silence, he asked something he had suspected in his heart for a long time, "Stinky monk, are you the same kind of person as us?"

Wu Xi smiled, turned to her, and replied: "Of course!"

Lingyu's expression was a little stiff, but he finally curled the corners of his mouth, faced the full moon, and didn't delve into it any further.

"This passage seems to have a spiritual consciousness that intercepts people who shouldn't leave. Youming wants to find a way out in the chaos. I can see that, but what is Lin Fan standing there waiting for?"

Wu Xiang raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you didn't see it?"

Lingyu: "Turning your ears and eyes into the wind, you can only see the external scene. If you dare not see the internal scene, you can only ask for help."

Wu Xiang faced forward, not hiding, "Reaching the exit is not difficult, the difficult part is how to step through that door?"

When Lingyu heard this, his eyes flashed, as if he understood, and he smiled with his hands covering his lips, "It seems that I inspired him."

Wu Xiang: "I don't think so."

Lingyu rolled her eyes at him, put her hands behind her back, and sat in a comfortable position.

He let out a long sigh, "Ah... Looks like this place is going to be boring for a while."

"Why don't we go to the scene and take a look." Lingyu suggested with her eyes lighting up. This way she could see her baby for the last time. But as soon as she asked the question, she was dampened by Wuxiang's cold tone.

"I'm afraid it's a little late."

As the two talked, the escape was coming to an end.

This is the escape route exclusively for Jiang Tingwan and three others. Everyone else is subject to unlimited restrictions.

The constantly splitting power of thunder and lightning struck the people who were rushing up, and the invisible souls were also imprisoned by the power in the passage. Wen Bumian could only constantly use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to absorb new souls, and the endless stream of dark red souls rushed towards the end of the passage like a stack of monks.

Behind them was Youming, who was constantly dodging and not bound by any force. The evil spirit in him was released to the maximum at this moment, like a ball of black fog that was constantly approaching. The lightning in the passage could not strike his real body, nor could it restrict his progress.

Jiang Tingwan was led forward by Mu Yunzhong and Sui Jiu at the same time, allowing her to turn around and look at the situation behind her. The people who were struck by the purple lightning turned into supplies of Wen Bushian's power after screaming, strengthening the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Those who did not die became bait for the Netherworld's sacrifice. One of them used life, and the other used death, and they ran towards their destination with all their might on the road of escape.

Beyond this dispute, there is a pair of terrifying eyes.

Lin Fan, who was standing below, did not move at all, but stared at the four of them intently, with the same eager look as Youming and Wen Bumian.

Eager and determined to fight to the death.

He really wanted to go out...