Chapter 103 Sacrifice
"Let's go, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time." Ni Hua said softly, and she supported Director Yun on his way back home.
He followed them leisurely. He glanced at Nihua from time to time, seeming to recognize her but not seeming to recognize her.
After Director Yun gave up all his cultivation, he did not lift the curse of Yimeng Fusheng. However, after losing his cultivation, he saved his life and got rid of the control after Ren Yiqiu's death. Before joining the Demon Sect, Director Yun had already practiced with Demon Qi, and now he was suddenly facing the death Qi all over the sky without too much discomfort.
Ni Hua helped Director Yun to his residence, and he coughed up blood against the wind. Fortunately, Xu Changye's medical skills were excellent.
At night, Nihua held up a lamp to illuminate the shadows outside, and her eyelids began to twitch.
In order to find refuge in the demon world, Director Yun and the others dedicated their precious spiritual weapons to the demon world in order to gain temporary peace. But after all, Director Yun is a righteous person and still enjoys the same treatment as Ni Hua. His every move is under strict surveillance 24 hours a day, as if it is a sword hanging above his head and may fall at any time.
What makes Ni Hua most uneasy is the "poisonous snake" hiding in the dark, the unknown enemy or the friend who has not shown up.
This uncertainty, like an invisible knife, also prevents Nihua from truly letting down his guard. But at this moment, she once again remembered Xi Yan's promise after the confession. He said that he would always stand by her side.
But when she thought about how much Xi Yan promised, Ni Hua thought that she was at best a little clever at playing with people's hearts, which was different from a real ruthless person crawling out of the dark abyss. She felt that she really believed in him, and she didn't know how she would be killed if she was not careful one day.
After Director Yun fainted, she stared at him faintly. After seeing his eyelids move, she immediately held his hand.
Si Chang Yun opened his eyes, and Ni Hua suddenly jumped when he saw the dull heartbeat on Si Chang Yun's head, jumping to 80. She had mixed feelings in her heart. Looking at her sickly and frail senior brother, she couldn't help but feel that he really liked this.
If she hadn't known that his heart rate had an upper limit, and if her thoughts were darker, she wouldn't have been able to help but resort to some tricks to keep him injured, and then she would have been taking care of him.
The two of them had not seen each other for a long time, and each had experienced many bad things. They were speechless for a while, and then Nihua asked worriedly: "Brother, are you feeling better?"
Director Zhang Yun had a good psychological quality and accepted the current situation. He stared at a string of clear beads on Ni Hua's wrist. He smiled and said, "Junior sister, there is good news and bad news."
Ni Hua saw that Director Yun Du was thoughtful and smiled. She touched the empty spiritual palace in his body. She took back her words of comfort and felt that nothing serious happened.
"Both of us have been expelled from the school by the master." Director Yun said calmly.
Ni Hua raised her eyelids and glanced at him. Her senior brother, Director Yun, was different from her. He was the next inheritor of the sect appointed by his master. He was once the pride of the sect, but now due to an accident The choice of self-sacrifice abandoned all cultivation just to escape the invisible shackles. This was an all-or-nothing gamble, the bet was all his power and future, and what he won was only temporary continuation of life and freedom.
Calculated in this way, Director Yun Ding has really made a lot of sacrifices. But as the protagonist, she believes that misfortune is the norm. After all, whose protagonist is mediocre and has a smooth journey.
Ni Hua used a joking attitude to suppress Xin Xin's uneasiness. Director Yun must be the protagonist.
After all, she had a vague hunch that the relationship between the system and the way of heaven was that the system wanted to seize the luck of the way of heaven. If Director Yun loses her identity as the Son of Heaven, what will happen to her mission and whether the system can still take her back will become unknown. And what she dislikes the most is the unknown.
At the same time, Director Yun slowly talked to Nihua about the situation in the world of immortality as if nothing had happened.
After the death of Ren Yiqiu, the great masters in the world of immortality seemed to smell the coming storm during the review of the Holy Realm. They closed the gates tightly and carried out a silent cleansing. Those dark corners that were once hidden behind the light were ruthlessly exposed at this moment. Former classmates and close friends, driven by power and survival, suddenly became each other's enemies. This is a war without gunpowder, and everyone is forced to take sides, openly or covertly, outlining a complex and changeable picture of all living beings in the world of cultivation.
Nihua thought of the sight in the dark, so she put aside the major events in the world of immortality and brought the topic to him. She looked down at the scars crisscrossing his body and saw that he had already been seriously injured. She couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how did you... fall to such a state."
Recalling how she abolished her cultivation and how she narrowly escaped death in that tragic battlefield, the director felt a chill Flashing through his mind, he remembered the pain and despair that followed him every night. But when it was brought up, Director Yun explained it in a few words and brushed it off lightly.
In these few words, Nihua heard a thrilling scene, and she could feel the danger even outside the situation. She couldn't help but feel angry, but she couldn't help but think about how Xi Yan, who was isolated and helpless in the previous life, lived. Get through these dangers.
After coming to the Demon Cult, Director Yun's old injuries relapsed from time to time. When they occasionally talked, she could hear his suppressed coughs from time to time.
Ni Hua saw that Director Yun was like this. On the one hand, she was worried, but on the other hand, she also had the mentality to gain a good impression, so when she saw that he did not resist, she So she stayed with him and took care of him.
Once Ni Hua remembered that this was a mission, he never stopped asking for help. He took good care of him in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. He was so attentive that Director Yun Tao felt a little at a loss.
During this period, many people from the Demon Cult came to see the excitement, but they were all sent away by Xu Changye.
Director Yun asked Xi Yan, Ni Hua frowned, she opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment. Ever since Director Yun came to the Demon Sect, she hadn't seen Xi Yan for a long time.
Ni Hua thought for a while, but she still didn't think he was eating, so she found a reason, and then said, "I don't know, maybe junior brother is busy."
Subsequently. As Nihua's words fell, she stood on the roof The figure looking at the moon swayed slightly. Seeing the closeness between her and her senior brother, and listening to her calm tone when she mentioned herself as if she were mentioning a stranger, Xi Yan raised the corners of her mouth gently and mockingly, quietly The sound blended into the night.
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As the night falls, the moonlight shines through the window lattice and dapples in front of Nihua’s bed. In her dream, she accidentally stepped into the familiar misty underground palace again, surrounded by cold stone walls, and an indescribable depression filled the air.
The surrounding environment becomes increasingly strange. Ancient runes were carved on the stone wall, emitting a faint blue light that illuminated the winding passage ahead.
After the corpse-eater died, Nihua often felt a pair of invisible hands, pulling her step by step into illusion. Every time she stepped onto the long jade steps in the illusion, Her heart would be torn apart by endless fear and anxiety, but after Xi Yan gave her the Requiem Jade, she physically defeated these nightmares.
Seeing these scenes again, Ni Hua felt much calmer.
"I can't just passively accept all this." She thought silently in her heart, and then she summoned her Qingfeng Sword. She showed her will to fight in her dream. With the emergence of this power, the surrounding fog seemed to loosen a little, and the scenes in the illusion became less real. The air was filled with the smell of moisture and corruption, and occasionally there was a low echo, as if it was the whisper of some creature deep underground.
Nihua followed the guidance in the dream, her eyes passed through the deep underground palace corridors, and finally landed on the ancient and gloomy altar.
The altar is made of black stone of unknown age, and its surface is engraved with complex totems and incantations, as if every stroke carries heavy history and secrets. Above the altar, a faint phosphorus fire floated in the void, surrounding vague figures. They were countless resentful souls that could not rest in peace. They silently told the suffering and despair of the past.
In the center of all this, a high priest wearing a black robe stood. "He" seemed not to be a person, just a twisted figure. "He" looked particularly tall and mysterious in the dim light and shadow. .
The high priest did not speak, but slowly raised his arm and made a summoning gesture in the direction of Nihua. The gesture was simple and unsophisticated, but it seemed to contain irresistible power, directly touching the deepest fears in people's hearts.
When I struggled to wake up from my dream again. Nihua looked at the faint skylight, then she looked up at her surroundings. This time, the piece of jade did not appear on her bed.
It seemed that since Director Yun came to the Demon Realm, she had never seen Xi Yan again.
She lowered her head and stared at the cold light shining blade of the Qingfeng Sword. Recalling the scene in the fantasy, Ni Hua's face instantly turned pale, and an unprecedented chill shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
All the dreams, prophecies, altars, and priests' words converged into a fact that cannot be ignored at this moment - she, Nihua, is an indispensable sacrifice in this ancient ritual.
She closed her eyes.
It turns out that the altar set up by the demon sect is actually located under the underground palace of the corpse-eating demon. This is why the corpse-eating demon, one of the four powerful demon kings, died so carelessly. Because all this was planned in advance.
The corpse eater has a characteristic. After it dies, the place where it was during its lifetime will be filled with a large amount of death and resentment that is harmful to the demon world, eating away at people's hearts and keeping people away.
From the moment Nihua said the "prophecy", it has become a thorn in their flesh and a thorn in their side. The reason Situ Qianxun didn't kill her was not because he was interested in Ni Hua, but because the female devil wanted to fish out the person behind Ni Hua. The Demon Lord wants to win over Ni Hua because he believes that he and the people behind Ni Hua have a common goal, so he will protect himself. At the same time, when Situ Qianxun and the others saw the Demon Lord's behavior, they mistakenly believed that the Demon Lord was also involved in this matter.
Thinking about it carefully, Ni Hua slowly came back to her senses. She found that she had made a mistake and made the forces from all sides avoid touching her.
As for the so-called "sacrifice", it seems that she has to prepare to find out.
Hearing the fluctuation of Qingfeng Sword's spiritual power, Director Yun hurried over to Ni Hua's house. When he stepped in, he saw someone already standing at the door. He had not seen him for a long time. Junior brother.
Director Yun was stunned for a while and looked at Xi Yan carefully. Seeing that his expression was strange, it diluted the strangeness that he had not seen for a long time, and he couldn't help but ask. "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm reflecting." Xi Yan replied smoothly. He left in a hurry last night, and was dragged to do a task by Situ Qianxun in the middle of the night. I forgot to give the jade to my senior sister. She must have fallen into another nightmare last night.
However, when he rushed over early in the morning, he found that his senior sister was awake.
After hearing the footsteps, the two looked at each other, and they both made a tacit understanding not to knock on the door, but took a step back.
A ray of light from the morning sun shines on the simple wooden door. The golden brilliance and mottled wood grain interweave a kind of tranquility that has passed through time.
Nihua felt the unusual atmosphere outside, and she gently opened the door.
Outside the door, she saw her senior brothers and junior brothers standing in front of her threshold, their figures elongated in the light and shadow of the morning sun. Nihua didn't know why, her heart tightened, and she involuntarily quickened her pace and approached them.
"Are you okay?" Almost in unison, the senior and junior brothers cast inquiring glances at her. There were both incomprehensible emotions and unconcealable anxiety in their gazes.
Ni Hua was stunned. This coincidental and tacit understanding seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.
Just when Ni Hua was confused, the two of them stretched out their hands almost at the same time and handed over the objects in their hands.
Senior Brother Director Yun held a yellowed letter in his hand, with the edges slightly rolled up. He looked at the bloody Qingfeng Sword in Ni Hua's hand with burning eyes.
The junior brother is holding the jade he did not give away yesterday, but this one is more delicate than usual. The surface of the jade is carved with complex patterns, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
The two items lay quietly in their palms, like two unknown multiple-choice questions, waiting for Nihua's decision.
Ni Hua hesitated, her eyes wandering between her senior brother and her junior brother. She didn’t know where they were playing so early in the morning, and tried to find the answer in their eyes.
The senior brother's eyes were deep, as if hiding endless stories; the junior brother was slightly nervous, and his lips pursed slightly, revealing his inner struggle.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze. Ni Hua glanced at his senior brother first, and then when he was about to take it, he looked at Xi Yan cautiously for some reason, and she withdrew her hand with some guilt for some reason.
Ni Hua had just escaped from the nightmare, her head still hurt a little, and she couldn't understand the situation at the moment, so she invited them into the house to make a long story short.
"You already knew that, right?" Nihua drank a cup of cooled tea. She glanced at Xi Yan, pursed her lips slightly, and asked straight to the point.
Xi Yan noticed the fresh scars on Ni Hua’s hands. He silently put the medicine in front of her and said calmly. "They won't succeed. It doesn't matter whether the senior sister is a sacrifice."