The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

The biting cold climbed up his spine along the iron chain. Di Sizhen suddenly opened his eyes, and the sound of the chains rubbing against each other echoed throughout the room.

The silver chain around her wrist was stained with dark blue runes, and every notch was greedily sucking her blood. The scarlet blood flowed down the chain into the copper basin, making a teeth-grinding dripping sound.

Pain suddenly came, and Di Sizhen, who was originally in a trance, gradually became clear-eyed. Thinking of the figure he saw before he fell into a coma, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Drops of blood from the wrist oozed down and fell into the copper basin, creating ripples. In the haze, one could faintly see an unknown object in the copper basin sucking the blood.

A dark figure emerged from the darkness. The man stood with his hands behind his back, the sharp blade at his waist swaying slightly with his movements. His long hair, which should have been tied up, fell casually. The kind smile of the past was no longer on his pale face. There was only indifference in his eyes as he looked at Di Sizhen.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of Di Sizhen's mouth, and his nails dug deep into his palm, oozing blood, but it was far less than the pain in his heart, and the corners of his eyes gradually became red and wet.

"Master, why have you become like this? Don't you recognize me? I am your disciple, Master. Master, what's wrong with you?"

Listening to the heartfelt words, Daoqing's eyes remained unchanged. He slowly walked forward, took out the sharp blade from his waist and slashed it towards Di Sizhen's other wrist. Blood gushed out instantly, but under a black light mist, it turned into a slow seepage.

On the other side of the shadow, a dark figure slowly walked out. Di Sizhen heard the sound and looked up. The dark hem of the clothes carried a cold breath and passed through his sight. The man stopped three feet away with his wide sleeves fluttering.

After taking off the mask, Di Sizhen looked at the familiar face with several more burning marks for no reason. His pupils shrank suddenly and he spoke tremblingly, "You are Zhijiao..."

The young man who was once as gentle as jade, the junior brother who had always followed her and her senior sister, now had a cold aura lingering around him when he faced her.

His eyes were like a poisoned blade, cold and empty, without any trace of their former spirit. The eyes that were once filled with smiles were now filled with thick deathly silence, as if all emotions and reason had been drained away.

Daoqing looked at Zhijiao as if he had seen a superior and lowered his head. "We are almost ready. We only need the last three days."

"Ah."

After he finished speaking, Zhijiao threw something to Daoqing, but he took it with both hands and left excitedly.

Di Sizhen didn't know what she had noticed, hot tears fell from the corners of her eyes, she choked and called his name, but there was a flicker of pain and shock in her eyes.

"Master, is this what you did to make him look like now?"

But Zhijiao seemed oblivious to her words, his steps uninterrupted, his sleeve brushing against her trembling fingertips. His gaze swept across the tear marks on her face without pausing, as if gazing at nothingness, his indifference shuddering.

He waved his hand and set up a formation, and then the evil spirit around him became more and more violent, trying its best to enjoy gnawing at the source of magic power belonging to Di Sizhen.

At this moment, Di Sizhen was exhausted. She had a lot of magic power but couldn't use it. Even her life-saving artifact couldn't be used. The countless secret treasures in the space were blocked by an unknown force. She could only watch as the evil spirit gradually absorbed her power and became more and more powerful.

As she watched Zhiqiao's figure gradually disappear into the distance, her heart ached. No wonder her senior sister had news about Zhiqiao but chose to hide it from her.

She finally understood that the person in front of her was no longer the junior brother in her memory, but just a cold body controlled by drugs and without consciousness.

Perhaps, after that battle that destroyed the palace, my junior brother was no longer my junior brother.

other side

Ye Wanqing walked step by step to the high mountains outside Tianling City according to the location on the note.

She knew that this trip must be a trap, but she had no choice. She had already accepted losing her junior sister once, but she could never accept it a second time. Moreover, it was time for her to resolve the matter of her junior brother becoming a medicine man and saving her uncle.

Although Ye Wanqing had obtained a pendant from Fu Feng because of their previous cooperation, when her divine power penetrated the pendant, "the blood of Zhou Yan's flower snake appeared when she wanted to summon Zhijiao's consciousness."

Zhou Yan's flower snake was a beast that recognized its master and was closely connected to him. If she took it away forcibly, it would only be counterproductive. But she couldn't wait any longer. Besides, she had made preparations to restore Zhijiao's consciousness these days.

As soon as she stepped into this area, she felt endless death. Yes, it was the aura of death. That kind of turbidity, that kind of despair, was definitely not something that could be transformed from ordinary evil spirits. It was more like the evil spirits of countless wronged souls.

When the illusion reappeared, she was back to the good times in the temple.

The teachings of the master, the kindness of the uncle, the beauty of the younger sister, and the gentleness of the younger brother.

But this time, Ye Wanqing remained unmoved. Ning Yu transformed into a sharp blade and burst out at dawn. In an instant, the illusion disappeared.

"You lured me here, so why haven't you appeared yet?"

"Hahahahahahaha, Ye Wanqing really is you. I didn't expect you're not dead."

Bo Jin slowly walked out from the darkness, his brows filled with arrogance and determination. He looked Ye Wanqing up and down, his almond-shaped eyes narrowed into straight lines.

"I never thought that Ye Wanqing, the once most powerful Saint of the Three Realms, would end up in this state. What happened? Your master is missing, your junior brother is refining, your uncle has been captured, and now your beloved junior sister is in trouble too. This must be a tough feeling."

Seeing Bo Jin, Ye Wanqing's originally calm expression froze for a moment. She had not expected that Zhi Jiao would eventually cooperate with the Temple Master, and the information that Huai Zhi and Wan Qing had found out did not show any connection between the two.

"Do you know how the Lin family perished?"

Bo Jin, who was grinning wildly, suddenly stopped. An unbelievable idea suddenly emerged in his mind. He subconsciously took a half step back. After changing his mind, the fear on his face disappeared.

"I didn't know you could actually achieve this now, but you won't be so lucky today, haha~ I also found out today that the little sister Si Zhen from the Holy Temple is actually the Demon Realm Princess Di Si Zhen. Hehe, this orthodox royal blood of the Demon Clan is really a tonic."

The air suddenly froze, and the knuckles of Ye Wanqing's fingers hanging at her sides turned white in an instant. A cold light burst from the bottom of her eyes, and the divine power in her palms, like black ice, instantly condensed. Frost flowers spread from her cuffs to the ends of her hair, and even the dust within three feet around her body froze into crystals.

“If you let her bleed even a drop of blood…” Ye Wanqing’s murderous intent condensed into a solid cold mist, outlining the shadow of a giant dragon a hundred feet long behind her, its sharp claws seemed to be ready to penetrate the void and rush straight to Bo Jin’s throat at any time.

She slowly raised her head, her pupils no longer filled with the usual indifference, but with the unchanging depths of a glacier. "I will tear your entire temple apart, and use your blood to water every magic flower in the Demon Realm."