The rag picking sister turned out to be a weapon refiner

"Stop fighting, this is her fate! She is destined to suffer a disaster..." An illusory figure appeared beside Gu Sihe, gradually solidifying and turning into a majestic and indifferent figure.

"Si He, she will have to go through this ordeal sooner or later, and will have to face pain sooner or later. It's better to do it now..."

"I don't want it. All of us are trying to find a way for her to survive. My aunt, senior sister and master are all trying to find a way to prolong her life. Her fellow disciples and her master, each one of them is working hard to repair her heart of Tao. She doesn't know, but I know. Why should she stay here just because you say her life is at stake?" Gu Sihe's body trembled, and she picked up the spear in her hand and pointed it directly at the person opposite.

The man was dressed in a black robe with golden patterns, two long golden horns stood upright on his forehead, his loose black hair danced in the wind, and his handsome face had an awe-inspiring temperament and an indifferent expression.

The blood in his body was roaring and boiling in front of this man. All signs indicated that this man was one of his own people, the one he had been searching for for many days.

But despite this, Gu Sihe still refused to accept what he said. Even if what he said was the truth, he would not allow him to speak so bluntly in front of him.

"Si He, I'm not wrong. Even if I let you out now, you can't save her. She's already at the end of her rope. Even if you get out, she won't be able to hold on."

These words seemed to shatter all of Gu Sihe's beliefs. She had seen Hu Xingtong's condition in the past few days. Her spiritual power could not be replenished at all. Just as Ling Xian said, she had only temporarily returned to her peak state, not recovered. Therefore, the sequelae of her shattered heart of Taoism were still there, and the situation was getting worse day by day.

"Help me, I want to see her current condition..." A trace of warmth passed across Gu Sihe's face, and she looked up at the man and begged.

A trace of heartache and pity flashed across the man's eyes. He didn't want her to see those things.

"What should I call you?" Gu Sihe continued to ask.

"Uncle, your father is my eldest brother, and my name is Gu Qingzhe." The man's clear voice carried a hint of helplessness and ethereality. Gu Sihe listened and felt that the name was familiar, as if he had called it when he was a child.

"Uncle, little uncle... I beg you, let me see her. Even if she is really dying, I still want to try. She is my good friend, and I don't want... I don't want anything to happen to her in front of me..." The distant memories seemed to be engraved in her flesh and blood. Gu Sihe subconsciously called out to Gu Qingzhe. The pleading look in her eyes softened Gu Qingzhe's heart.

Golden demonic power emanated from his hands, and the barrier in front of them became transparent, revealing Hu Xingtong's current appearance to the two of them.

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A handsome young man with a green face walked out of the fog. His lips were blue and purple, and his face was pale. He was obviously a living corpse. The aura that he unintentionally exuded from his body showed how powerful he was.

However, Hu Xingtong had seen this face before. To be more precise, it was a picture that suddenly appeared in his mind. The picture showed the person who was collecting the bodies and souls of the disciples of Tianhun Sect in the secret room. That person was the person in front of him - Ji Changfeng, Mu Yingsheng's junior brother.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It was you who asked me to come out." The young man had a tall and straight figure. Although he looked like a zombie, he still had a handsome face.

"Are you Ji Changfeng, Senior Mu's junior fellow apprentice?" Hu Xingtong asked tentatively.

Ji Changfeng smiled kindly, "It seems you have seen him. The Heavenly Soul Sect should have made a comeback, right?"

"Yes, do you... want to go back and take a look?" For some reason, the moment Ji Changfeng appeared, Xing Hui in the spirit pet space began to feel uneasy, as if Ji Changfeng was some dangerous person.

Of course, Hu Xingtong was also willing to believe Xinghui's judgment, because she didn't think that an old monster who had lived for so long could have a normal mind.

Ji Changfeng tilted his head and smiled softly: "Of course I have to go back, but since you let me out, I have to... complete my mission."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Xingtong felt her scalp tingling, her shoulders freezing cold, and the hairs on her body standing up, all of which told her that danger was coming.

Sure enough, the next moment, a sharp air blade suddenly appeared. Hu Xingtong's pupils widened instantly, and he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow. However, he was unable to dodge in time, and a deep bloody mark was still left on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, countless air blades flew over, and Hu Xingtong could only summon Qing Huanjian to deal with them.

This is, every blow from Ji Changfeng brought her a fatal threat, as if he must kill her, so his mission was to kill himself.

"Why are you like this, Senior? I have no grudge against you!"

Ji Changfeng still had a harmless smile on his face, but his hands were making the most deadly attack. "There is no grudge, but there is a favor. I must be loyal to the person who entrusted me with the task. My mission is to help you put an end to this!"

The attack of the air blade was like an appetizer, insignificant, while the killing formation under his feet was the most important thing. Countless miasma suddenly spread out from under Hu Xingtong's feet, filled with a strange purple breath, and rushed into his body with a strong sense of resentment and unwillingness.

The severe swelling and sudden pain in his body made Hu Xingtong unable to cope. He could only stand up with the support of Qing Huanjian.

"Are you practicing the Guizhen Dao?" Ji Changfeng's sudden question made Hu Xingtong raise his head. The man had appeared in front of him at some point and lifted Hu Xingtong's chin to ask.

"Do you know what the Return to Truth Way is?" Ji Changfeng seemed to need no answer from Hu Xingtong. He asked and answered himself, "Return to the truth, return to the truth. Heaven and earth return to their true nature. Return to simplicity and return to nature. Haha, who knows? This world is a fake, incomplete world created by humans."

"Buzz——" Hu Xingtong felt something explode in his brain.

How did he know? This world is indeed not real, but how did he, a game NPC, know that? Could it be that his consciousness has awakened?

"You're curious, how do I know that? Because... I'm no longer from this world. You know, this world is really disgusting. The Heavenly Dao controls the cultivators' cultivation, forcing them to enter the Central Realm to resist foreign enemies when they reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Some of them may have died during the process of self-examination."

"The creator of this world died long ago. This world has no complete trajectory, and it's impossible for it to form a path to ascension. Everyone will eventually die like mortals. So, what are we cultivating for? Returning to the true self? How can we return to the true self if even we ourselves are fake?"

"So, I don't cultivate immortality or demons. I don't want to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and I don't want to be a servant of all living beings. I would rather be a monster that doesn't enter the cycle of reincarnation and is not part of the five elements. I, the disciple of the Tianhun Sect, observe the secrets of heaven and enter the Tao, and I want to be the one who breaks the secrets of heaven. Hahahahahahaha——"

Ji Changfeng's madness also made Hu Xingtong understand a lot of things. She always felt that what Ji Changfeng said made sense. If the heaven and earth are not real, how can one return to the truth?

Many images appeared in front of Hu Xingtong's eyes, all of which were condensed when Ji Changfeng was crazy. Because of these images, Hu Xingtong only felt his ears buzzing, and there seemed to be stars scattered in front of his eyes. After the sound of shattering in his body, the spiritual power around him dissipated rapidly, and it dissipated completely in a breath.