Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

Yu Feng's expression became increasingly serious, his brows furrowed as he stared at Qinghui in her hand.

At this moment, he began to feel a little confused. A long sigh came out of his throat, and his eyes looked at Yan Yun like the sharpest blade. "If I destroy my own meridians, will you really let her go?"

Hearing this, Yan Yun gently shook his head, "No, I just want to see you in pain."

At this time, Duocai's voice sounded, with a hint of indifference, "His formation can trap the souls of the dead here to generate Yin spirit energy, so he chose to set up the formation here."

No wonder the host can gain merit.

Yan Yun sneered. She thought of those people. They died because of him while they were alive, and even after death they were used as tools by him and trapped here without peace.

Qinghui was tied up by her spiritual power and could not move. She looked at Yu Feng with a confused look in her eyes, but she became firm in an instant, "Master, there is no need to save me. I don't want to be a tool used by the bad guys to threaten you."

Her words made Yu Feng feel helpless and desolate. "She doesn't have Qinghui's memory. She is a completely new person. Everything that happened before was my fault. If you are willing to let her go, I will atone for all this."

"Because of the wrong things she did in the past, I have sealed her away for a hundred years as punishment. Now she has done nothing."

"Is there any meaning in what you say?"

Yan Yun interrupted him and couldn't help but sneered, "Isn't she the beneficiary? Should all of us suffer this for her resurrection?"

"Her existence is a mistake."

Her words left Yu Feng speechless, and then his face was filled with gloom and a look of paranoia appeared in his eyes.

Yan Yun looked at him quietly, neither rushing to take action nor urging him, as if he was waiting for something.

Of course he would not watch her die, so if that was the case, let him kill her with his own hands!

He was seen muttering some spell, which Yan Yun could not hear. However, Qinghui, who was imprisoned by her, suddenly knelt on the ground, with pain all over his pretty and smart face.

Qinghui felt as if countless creatures had drilled into her brain and were gnawing at her flesh and blood. Even her soul seemed to be forcibly pulled out. She couldn't help but cry out in a low voice.

Qinghui looked at Yu Feng, with a look of pleading and unspeakable sadness in his eyes.

Looking into her eyes, Yu Feng silently lowered his head, unable to bear to look any longer.

The whole process took only a few seconds, and the little girl beside her became silent and collapsed limply on the ground. He suffered the backlash, and the blood rushed up from his chest, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the silent Qinghui, he felt cold, cold to the bone.

When Yu Feng's cold gaze fell on Yan Yun, who seemed to be smiling, he looked into her eyes and suddenly understood why she said so much nonsense to him.

Yan Yun has been forcing him, forcing him to choose the most extreme method in this desperate situation.

She wanted to see him suffer, see his hopes dashed, and see Qinghui, the person he had spent so much effort to save, being killed by his own hands.

Yu Feng's palms suddenly clenched, his face full of anger. He wanted to kill her and trap her soul here forever to atone for Qinghui's sins!

In extreme sorrow, Yu Feng's power was even more ferocious than before. He dug up the ground into a deep gully. She jumped lightly and avoided the dust and black soil in the sky.

There was a faint black air in Yu Feng's spiritual energy, and the sword energy that swept over was also extremely ferocious.

His faith in the Tao was completely broken.

Noticing this change, Yan Yun really wanted to cast another demon-transforming talisman to turn this venerable man, who claimed that he had saved the world since he was young, into the demon he hated the most.

Her sword was like a swimming dragon, transforming into thousands of invisible swords as she wished, trapping the murderous Yu Feng.

The wisps of golden light lingered in it, trapping Yu Feng, who was about to be possessed by the devil, tightly inside, and no matter how he attacked, he could not break through.

He began to become impatient, with a faint red light in his eyes, and Yan Yun saw it all.

She understood that she was not the only one feeling the anger and resentment at this moment, but that of all the souls trapped here by him.

In a trance, Yu Feng seemed to see familiar faces one after another, and they were asking him why.

He suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, then knelt on the ground in a mess with his sword in his hand.

Where they couldn't see, Qinghui, who had already lost her life, moved her fingers slightly. She forced herself to open her eyes, stood up tremblingly, and faced Yu Feng who was in the storm.

Yu Feng steadied himself and waved his sleeves to sweep away everything, but the next second, he was trapped again. The questions in his ears were like the sound of Sanskrit, making him confused and depressed.

"The energy in Qinghui's body is formed by the energy of these Yin spirits. When Yu Feng killed her, he extracted the energy of these Yin spirits and broke his own formation with his own hands. Once this forbidden technique is broken, it will suffer a great backlash."

Duocai explained.

Yan Yun came in front of Yu Feng in a flash.

This time, it was she who looked down at him.

The sharp sword was wrapped with strands of faint blue light, pointing directly at the opponent's throat, and the faint blue light then wrapped around his neck.

Yu Feng laughed at herself and looked up at Yan Yun. Her hair was flying arrogantly. Although her face was pale, her eyes were as firm and powerful as a rock.

Her spiritual power tightened inch by inch. Seeing his eyes stagnate slightly, she smiled and said, "My Lord, you never thought that you would be stepped on by an ant like me."

When he was sitting under the podium and treating her as a pet that he could kill at will, would he have thought of today?

Her smile was filled with the same contempt he had when he first looked at her. Her eyes seemed to hide a knife, forcing him to recall the past.

"In that case, you will go to hell with me!"

Yu Feng said this reluctantly, with deep disgust and madness in his eyes.

He wanted to self-destruct and drag Yan Yun to death with him.

"No, you don't stand a chance."

Yan Yun chuckled, and the next second, with a "puff" sound, a sharp sword transformed from demonic energy pierced through his dantian.

Pain filled Yu Feng's face, but he ignored the pain in his body and turned around to look behind him in disbelief.

Qinghui looked at him expressionlessly, with the devilish energy still in his hands.

All the pains just now were not as intense as the pains at this moment. His heart seemed to be squeezed tightly, making it hard for him to breathe. He could not believe what he saw, "How could you..." Kill me.

What's the difference between destroying his Dantian and killing him?

"You killed my entire clan, why do you think I won't kill you?"

Qinghui concealed the emotions in his eyes and sneered.

She had recovered her memory long ago, but how could she kill Yu Feng with her current body?

Yu Feng was not a demon, so how could he know that even if the demonic energy in her body was purified, she would still be a demon. Once the evil spirit energy was extracted, that would be the time for her to return.

Likewise, she wouldn't be able to live long without the Yin spirit energy.

So, the moment she was caught by Yan Yun, she took the risk of sending a message to her and told Yan Yun the method to break the formation.

The way to break the formation is to extract the Yin spirit energy from her body and let Yu Feng kill herself with his own hands, and Yu Feng will definitely suffer a huge backlash.

Yan Yun would naturally be happy to see him killed by the hands of the person he loved.