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From the moment Duan Shanhe followed An Yao to practice, it was impossible for Qi Ye Songyuan and Duan Shanhe to be together.

Qi Ye Songyuan said to Duan Shanhe again: "If you give up practicing evil magic, I will accompany you to face everything together."

"It's too late." An Yao would not give the couple any time. "If he doesn't devour it, he will die. He will be devoured by the ghost."

Qi Ye Songyuan glared at An Yao fiercely, "Shut up."

An Yao said in a cold tone, "He practices evil magic for you."

Upon hearing this, Qi Ye Songyuan paused his fingers and the formation was broken.

This was the first time in history that she failed to complete the formation.

She asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

She knew that An Yao had bad intentions, but she still wanted to know why Duan Shanhe practiced evil magic.

An Yao smiled sinisterly and said, "Because..."

"Shut up." Duan Shanhe interrupted An Yao anxiously, not letting him say you.

An Yao shrugged his shoulders and said, "He won't let me tell you, so ask him yourself."

Qi Yesongyuan opened his mouth and was about to ask Duan Shanhe.

Duan Shanhe grabbed An Yao's collar and ran away quickly.

The night was as dark as ink, silent and hushed, exuding a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Qi Yesongyuan was the only one left in the dark night. She stood there from darkness till dawn, her eyes looking in the direction where Duan Shanhe left.

after a while.

Su Ning watched with his own eyes as Qi Ye Songyuan desperately searched for the evil cultivators, killing each one he saw.

No one in the Xuanmen noticed anything unusual about Qi Ye Songyuan.

No one noticed that Duan Shanhe had not appeared in front of the public for a long time.

Including Duan Shanhe's parents, they didn't notice that Duan Shanhe hadn't contacted them for a long time.

Evil cultivators have been appearing frequently lately, killing people and devouring ghosts with impunity.

The people in Xuanmen were busy dealing with various problems caused by the evil cultivators and did not notice that Qi Ye Songyuan's nineteenth birthday had arrived.

Qi Ye Songyuan and Duan Shanhe met again on Qi Ye Songyuan's nineteenth birthday.

"Happy birthday." Duan Shanhe was wearing a black robe, and the evil aura on his body was ethereal. If you didn't feel it carefully, you couldn't feel it.

With the help of the Duan family's talismans that conceal their aura, the people in the Xuanmen sect could no longer detect that Duan Shanhe had practiced evil magic.

Qi Yesongyuan looked down at the gift in Duan Shanhe's hand, then turned his head away and didn't look at the gift.

"Do you want to die?"

An evil cultivator dares to come to Qi Ye’s house.

Duan Shanhe's eyes were smiling, filled with deep love and longing.

"I don't want to die. I want to stay with Chang Xiang."

"Humph." Qi Ye Songyuan knocked down Duan Shanhe's gift and snorted coldly, "Stay together forever? Ridiculous."

"Because of our previous friendship, I didn't tell anyone in the Xuanmen that you were practicing evil magic. Get out of here right now, or I'll call for help."

Duan Shanhe took off his black robe. His skin had not seen the sun for a long time, and blue and red blood vessels appeared on his fair face.

He picked up the gift and placed it on the table. "I'm leaving now. An Yao's people have been very active recently. I'm afraid there will be big moves."

Qi Ye Songyuan: "You are also his."

Duan Shanhe followed up by saying, "I am yours."

There was a knock on the door, and Duan Shanhe looked at Qi Yesongyuan reluctantly.

"Take care of yourself."

He left a word and left through the window.

As Duan Shanhe said, An Yao indeed had a big conspiracy, which was to distract Xuanmen's attention and set up soul-devouring formations all over the country.

Anyone inside the Soul Devouring Formation will die suddenly in an accident, and their souls will be used by the person who set up the formation for cultivation.

Another year passed, and Qi Ye Songyuan often went out to catch evil practitioners and did not go home.

Sometimes Duan Shanhe would follow Qi Yesongyuan and show her the way.

With Duan Shanhe's guidance, the evil cultivator was beaten so hard that he dared not show his head.

Since all the evil cultivators who saw Duan Shanhe leading Qi Ye Songyuan died, Duan Shanhe was still safe and sound.

An Yao doesn't care about the life or death of the evil cultivator. Duan Shanhe is just a chess piece in his hands.

Duan Shanhe vaguely sensed that something was wrong with An Yao, until he saw the evil cultivators An Yao had distributed in various places, he realized that An Yao was setting up a soul-devouring formation.

Duan Shanhe was about to send a message to Qi Yesongyuan when he was noticed by An Yao.

Jie Jie Jie——

An Yao smiled darkly and said, "Don't worry, it's not time for Qi Ye Songyuan to know yet."

Duan Shanhe's mind raced, "You want her to activate the formation."

An Yao kept him to attract Qi Ye Songyuan.

"Tsk tsk." A trace of murderous intent flashed across An Yao's eyes. "You, as long as it involves Qi Ye Songyuan, you are so smart that it's terrifying."

"You're right. I was planning to let Qi Ye Songyuan activate the formation."

Qi Ye Songyuan comes from a family of formation masters and is the perfect candidate to activate the Soul Devouring Formation.

And Duan Shanhe is suitable for sacrifice.

A pair of lovers, one is used for sacrifice, the other is used to activate the formation.

There was a terrifying coldness in Duan Shanhe's eyes, and a strong sense of hostility erupted from his body.

"Don't you dare hurt her."

As long as he is alive, he will not let anyone hurt Qi Ye Songyuan.

Duan Shanhe was as fast as a swallow and kept attacking An Yao, determined to kill him.

An Yao dodged slowly and calmly, as he had indulged Duan Shanhe too much in the past two years.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You are overestimating your own abilities."

Let him see how strong Duan Shanhe is.

The two relied entirely on hand-to-hand combat, with each punch hitting the flesh and their movements being sharp and swift. For a moment, they were evenly matched.

An Yao's face changed. He took Duan Shanhe's attack and kept retreating.

"When did you become so powerful?"

He was indeed a promising talent that he had chosen. In just two years, Duan Shanhe had grown from a novice to an evil cultivator who could rival him.

There was madness in Duan Shanhe's eyes. He didn't listen to what An Yao said at all and only focused on the movements of his hands.

Suddenly, An Yao frowned and said in panic: "You actually burned your own soul."

An Yao didn't want to fight with a madman. No matter how powerful a person is, he would be afraid of someone who doesn't care about his life.

An Yao caught Duan Shanhe's fist with one hand, secretly gathered strength with the other hand, and hit Duan Shanhe's abdomen fiercely.

Duan Shanhe's throat was filled with the taste of blood, his eyes became more fierce, and the pain in his body and soul was unforgettable.

His body burst out with huge energy, which was burning his soul and emitting green light.

He wanted to die together with her.

An Yao's expression changed again and again, and he looked around, intending to run away first to show his respect.

Duan Shanhe would never let An Yao leave and chased after him.

An Yao was filled with evil energy, and Qi Ye Songyuan, who was dealing with the evil cultivator, felt An Yao's breath.

She followed the scent.

An Yao finally stopped in a rural courtyard.

A family of five was sitting in the yard. The grandfather was sitting on a recliner watching his grandchildren playing and joking, while the couple was cooking in the kitchen.

From time to time, the carefree sounds of children can be heard.

Duan Shanhe landed in the yard right after An Yao.

Facing the two people who suddenly appeared, the two children shouted happily: "Brother Fairy."

"Grandpa, there is a fairy brother."

The couple brought out the dishes, hurriedly hugged the two children, and looked at the two men in black robes warily.

Grandpa swayed his body and slowly stood up. "Who are you?"

An Yao's eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, as if he was a Shura from hell.

He showed a cruel smile, and the body was replenished.