Su Qingyi looked at Ran Shu silently, with all the scenes in her mind.

Huge altar, monk in black robe and feather crown. Glancing slowly at a glance, these cultivators almost included the high-levels of the entire cultivation world. The elder Mingjue of Tianjianzong, the head of Yijianmen Banshenglian, the head of Hehuan Palace, Hua Xiangrong, and the young master of Huanyin Palace, Xiao Yunyun, even Penglai and Daozong have come. The ten major sects, except never Except for the Confucian sect that was born, all of them are actually there.

Shen Zhu blocked so many people alone, countless people chased her, and countless magic tricks flew towards her. She ran down the Xingyun Gate covered in blood, and saw Ran Mo waiting for her in front of her with two swords.

"Sister, run quickly." He said anxiously, and just after he finished speaking, Ran Mo was knocked away by Fa Jue, and her father fell in front of her and frowned, "Yan'er, go back."

"What are you going to do..." She looked at the parents and more and more people in front of her, thinking about Shen Zhu's words, and roared: "I am your daughter! What are you going to do!"

"Ran Yan," her mother said with tears in her eyes, "go back. For the sake of the cultivation world, your father and I are forced to do so."

"What the hell are you doing!" Su Qingyi collapsed, a fireball condensed in her hand, but she was too late to hit her parents.

She was always looking forward to some misunderstanding, always waiting for their explanation. However, the group of fathers in front of her looked at her coldly, and said hoarsely, "Yan'er, in the past, the five major sects used people to train their pulse, but now the world of self-cultivation is full of grievances and evil spirits. If this continues, the world of self-cultivation will cease to exist. You are a cultivator who cultivated the good way in the integration period, and you can sacrifice your blood and soul together with the ten disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Root to guarantee the peace of the real world for thousands of years!"

"Absurd!" Su Qingyi roared: "They caused a lot of resentment, but they asked me to sacrifice, what's the reason?"

"This world," Ran's father said lightly, hoarsely: "Where is there any reason? Yan'er, if you are obedient, you will be captured, and we will treat you as a daughter. If you force me to do it, the father-daughter friendship will be feared today. It's ruined."

Su Qingyi didn't speak, her eyes were red and her whole body was trembling.

Ran Mo crawled over from the side, hugged Father Ran's thigh, and said hoarsely, "Sister, run... run!"

"Father-daughter friendship..." Su Qingyi whispered, "Do you really think of me as your daughter?"

If she was really a daughter, how could she be helpless at this moment?

If she is really a daughter, how can she be willing to use her life to make up for other people's mistakes, and speak so confidently?

She cultivates good ways and does good deeds. Although she is unruly in her life, she has never let anyone down. How can these people make mistakes and ask her to make up for them? She is responsible for them?

When the father and daughter were arguing, the high-level monks finally completed the formation. Several pressures from the tribulation period were suddenly released, forcing Su Qingyi to kneel a little bit, but she stood under the pressure, insisted on standing, and refused to Head down.

The head of Yijianmen, Banshenglian, raised his sword and slashed straight at him. A sword intent in the transcendence period was completely beyond her ability to resist as a cultivator in the integration period. Ran Mo shouted: "Sister!"

Shen Zhu had been knocked unconscious and carried down, and Ran Mo was also dragged to the crowd. Everyone surrounded her and flew towards her without scriptures. She couldn't move, she was tied to a shelf, blood dripped from her fingers, and the monks sang and danced beside her.

Many familiar people stood by and looked at her, some with sympathy and some with contempt.

She vaguely heard someone worried and asked, "Aren't her parents going to take care of it?"

"Whatever, it was her parents who gave her to Xingyun Sect back then. I knew about it a long time ago."

"I heard that she cultivates the good way..."

"It's only the stupid people who practice this way."

"Evil will not appear again in the future, right? Four disciples have died on Penglai Island, but the head has been pressing..."

"No, she's dead, we'll be at peace."

She is dead and we are at peace.

But what did she do wrong?

Does she owe them? What did she do to bring her down to this point?

Su Qingyi struggled to open his eyes when he heard the screams of his disciples, and saw that the young faces were full of horror. They were tied to a cross like her, and blood fell into the carved stone crevices and poured in her direction.

She was in the center of the altar, watching the dance of the high-ranking monks beside the altar, listening to their chants, and laughing slowly.

Everything around becomes infinitely clear.

"In those days, the ancestors used people to practice the pulse to have the spiritual energy we have today. The ancestors are really meritorious..."

"These people can be considered dead in the ten thousand years of tranquility in the cultivation world..."

Is this the kindness she cultivates?

Is this the person she protects?

If the good way in this world is like this, if the way of heaven is destined to let the wicked do things, if there is no justice in this world, what would she do to cultivate goodness? What does being a good person do?

The voice of chanting became louder and louder, blood pooled under Su Qingyi's feet, green rays of light shot up into the sky, and the evil energy slammed into her body!

The world trembled, the sound of dragon roars roared out, Su Qingyi laughed loudly in the evil spirit, her black hair turned into silver threads, and her black eyes turned blood red.

The people next to him screamed in horror, and someone finally realized that something was wrong, and said in a trembling voice: "No! This is not the formation of mountain and river sacrifices!"

"Who! Who moved the formation?!"

"She's enchanted... Evil has become her cultivation base."

"Run, run!"

The surroundings became flustered, and the evil energy suddenly exploded from Su Qingyi's body. His strength instantly rushed away the monks standing around. The high-level monks who cast spells bore the brunt. Several high-level monks noticed that something was wrong and instantly used up all their spiritual energy to break through the void. ran away. Only the monks below the Mahayana period were present, and because they did not have the ability to teleport like this, they began to flee.

The evil qi chased the surrounding people, and the people who were infected with the evil qi immediately became mad, and began to slash and kill the people around them frantically. In the vortex of evil energy, Su Qingyi rushed up at a speed visible to the naked eye, directly breaking through Mahayana!

The golden light rose into the sky, and the monks above Nascent Soul opened the barrier and ran wildly. Su Qingyi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the running father and mother.

The surrounding evil spirits dispersed, Su Qingyi struggled hard and broke the black iron that bound her. She hunted in red, walked down the altar barefoot, and walked towards her parents step by step.

Ran's father and Ran's mother ran desperately, but they could only spin around inside the altar. Su Qingyi stepped through the slaughtering crowd and walked to Ran's father and mother.

The two of them were exhausted, watching Su Qingyi come over, slashing at her like crazy, Su Qingyi twisted the spells in his hand, those spells were useless, Ran's father and Ran's mother showed a desperate expression, but when they heard the man in front of him, it seemed It was the enchanted daughter who asked with a trembling voice, "Why?"

The two were stunned for a moment, and Su Qingyi roared, "I'm your daughter! Why, why did you treat me like this?!"

Why are you so cruel?

Why can you do such a thing?

As a parent, even if you have the slightest affection, you will protect your children. What kind of person can you sell a girl for glory?

Father Ran and Mother Ran went silent. After a long time, Father Ran finally said, "I'm sorry."

"From the moment I sent you away," he said hoarsely, "we didn't treat you as a daughter."

"Okay...Okay..." Su Qingyi laughed loudly and turned to look at the people who were running.

"What about you?! Are you also like this?!" She yelled, facing those who were running for their lives, and questioning: "In your hearts, am I a person? I am your friend, niece, junior sister, Sister?!"

No one answered her, but these people informed their decision with actions.

They fled desperately, or slashed at her. It seemed that as long as she died, this would all end.

Su Qingyi looked at the flying tricks and never felt that the world was so crazy.

She seems to know the world for the first time, it seems that she is here for the first time.

These people are so familiar and yet so unfamiliar. It turned out that her world was a game, her life was a game, and everything she thought was a game.

If that's the case, why not destroy it all!

If that's the case, why not kill them all!

A lightsaber condensed in her hand, pointed at the Ran family couple, and said indifferently: "Since you don't think I'm a daughter, then I naturally won't treat you as your parents."

After that, she raised her sword and slashed towards the Ran family couple. Ran Mo rushed over from the side and grabbed her hand, tears all over her face. He trembled and said with a crying voice: "Sister, don't... This is my mother and father..."

"This is your father and mother," Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing out loud, setting up a barrier on Ran Mo's body, and said gently, "But, it's not mine."

"Sister..." Ran Mo was trembling all over, and when Su Qingyi's sword tip was soaring, he shouted sharply, "Don't!!"

The sound was overwhelmed by the rumbling sound of the spell, and Hua Guang instantly swallowed the two people who were about to resist. They were swallowed up by the light and burned in the flames. Su Qingyi watched quietly, then turned her gaze to the shocked boy kneeling on the ground in the barrier.

"It's them who are sorry for me first." Su Qingyi said calmly, "You can hate me or kill me, I'll wait for you to take revenge."

Saying that, she walked to the side.

At that time, her mind was blank, surrounded by golden letters, and she would kill anyone she saw.

No one is clean here.

Of all the people standing here, who is not mocking her, waiting to use her life in exchange for their peace?

She once wanted to protect these people and thought that these people were this wonderful world. But now she feels, what's the point of living with such ants?

Kill, kill, kill them all.

She doesn't have Tao, she doesn't practice Tao, and her good Tao is destroyed, then it will be destroyed!

Those who rebel against me will be killed, those who hate me will be killed, those who will not be benevolent will be killed, and those who will be unrighteous will be killed.

Tonight is the night of my enchantment, where can there be longevity people?

It is better to hold the sword and clear the long road, and the blood lays down my bones and piles the graves.

She set up a barrier, leaving behind all the people who grew up with her, killing them one by one. The altar was covered with blood, and the people who had given her all the good things in the past fell all over the place. Ran Mo stood blankly in the barrier, looking at her covered in blood with a face like ice.

The sunset slowly rose, and she turned to look at the boy whose face was full of tears.

"I know..." Ran Mo trembled and said, "It's them who are sorry for you first."

"But..." He raised his sword and pointed at Su Qingyi tremblingly: "After all, they are my parents, my uncle, and my relatives! I will never forgive you in my life."

"Then," Su Qingyi smiled indifferently: "Don't forgive me, come and kill me."

Anyway, Ran Yan's past, she was all killed.

I'm sorry for her people, she killed them all.

If you come, if you want to kill me, then, kill me.

See whose sword is sharper, whose life is more desperate, who is obsessed with demons, and who becomes mad.

She laughed out loud and walked down the Nebula Gate step by step, stepping on the sticky blood.

The news that she had fallen into a demon had spread out last night. Disciples from all sects gathered here, and countless people came after them. She didn't care. The Mahayana cultivation base crushed the disciples who came up one after another. She couldn't remember them. The faces only remember are very young faces.

Their lives came to an abrupt end at this moment because of some inexplicable people and beliefs. As stupid as she was, back then.

She kills and walks, singing and mad. After going all the way out of the Nebula Gate and entering the place where the magic cultivator was, he finally stopped.

By now she was scarred and exhausted. She found a big tree, hid in the tree hole, hugged herself, and finally burst into tears.

The heart-piercing pain, the overwhelming despair, and the surging resentment, after a lapse of hundreds of years, finally swept over again.

She finally remembered, but would rather never remember.

Looking at the people around Lingtan with Ran Shu and listening to Su Qinglian's accusations, Su Qingyi laughed loudly: "When you were not at the altar, I thought that you and them were not the same."

"I let you go, but now that I think about it, this is a big mistake!"

As Su Qingyi spoke, the epidermis on her face peeled off a little, and her body gradually became slender, revealing Ran Yan's gorgeous face.

Everyone present gasped in breath, but Ran Shu didn't seem surprised at all. Su Qingyi noticed her change, turned her head to look at Lingtan, saw the change in her appearance in the reflection, and couldn't help frowning.

Ran Shu smiled: "Senior sister, Lingtan is to make a person reach her best in all aspects, whether it is aptitude or appearance. After you took the house, this body is really not very good."

"You figured that I would bring Zichen here, so you brought someone here to wait for me, didn't you?" Su Qingyi sneered: "It is indeed your trick."

"If you really aren't Demon Lord Ran Yan, what if I have more tricks?" Ran Shu raised the corner of her mouth: "Since Senior Sister remembers everything now, then you know that the word Demon Lord is really not that Junior Sister wronged you. "

"Yes yes yes," Su Qingyi laughed loudly: "I really deserve the word Demon Lord! You brought so many people here, don't you just want to kill me? If you want to kill, then kill! I killed everyone, I took it first, you don't need to bother!"

After finishing speaking, Su Qingyi slammed the Wudao sword on the ground, standing in front of it like a stele, thinking Qin Qingguang in her hand, and the astrolabe under her feet emitted bursts of light. Voice: "I'll take a look today, without Jingyan, what would you take to take this seat's life!"

When the sound fell, Ran Shu raised her hand and waved, and countless people rushed over like ants. A cold light flashed in Su Qingyi's eyes, and her spiritual power was poured into Wudao. A huge barrier surrounded the cold pool. After setting up a formation to protect Qin Zichen, she jumped up, thinking of Qin Huaguang, and slashed directly at the densely packed crowd.

Looking from a height, saw countless people pouring up to the holy mountain.

"Destroy the devil and protect the road, protect me on the right path!"

Someone shouted loudly, and Su Qingyi laughed loudly: "The right way? Just you, can you still be called the right way?!"

"Practice the pulse with people, enter the Dao with evil, and now I still don't know how to repent, trying to suppress evil with human sacrifices. With such a righteous way, there is still a face called the righteous way?"

Her voice spread all over the holy mountain, and the monks who rushed up were slightly taken aback, and some people said blankly: "What is she talking about?"

"Slander! It must be slander!"

Someone shouted: "This is the devil Ran Yan! Think about how many brothers died in her hands!"

This shout immediately boosted the morale of countless people.

Back then, when Ran Yan was encircled and suppressed, how many disciples died from various sects and sects. Now that she has made a comeback, who doesn't want to kill the enemy with her hands?

How can there be any truth to what Ran Yan, the Demon Lord who killed so many people, said?

Everyone has their own beliefs, shouting and rushing up to the holy mountain. Su Qingyi laughed out loud, knowing that no matter how much she tried to explain, no one would believe her.

It's not that she didn't say it in those years.

But who believed her?

It's not that she hasn't been a good person in those years.

But who cares?

If that's the case, then use the sword here. Anyway, this world of comprehension is her enemy, and this world of comprehension is up and down, where is it not rotten? !

Some disciples rushed up, but there were also disciples who noticed something was wrong, and stopped by pulling their brothers and sisters.

Most of the disciples present were the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, and most of the disciples from other sects were sent by a certain elder, saying that the Demon Lord Ran Yan had appeared in this world and came here to help. Originally, I came here in the mood of onlookers, but now I don't want to, but Ran Yan really appeared.

This Demon Lord, who had been dead for hundreds of years, came back to life again.

All sects and sects could not help but report back to the sect master, and then waited quietly under the holy mountain to wait for the order of the sect.

The various sects and sects gave orders to fully assist Xingyun Sect elder Ran Shu to capture Ran Yan within half a day after receiving the information. Only the Xingyun Sect did not have a single disciple involved this time.

The holy mountain was surrounded by people, and Su Qingyi resisted the attacks of countless disciples alone. Xuanhua looked down and couldn't help but panic, Ninghua took the opportunity to stab him with a sword, Xuanhua turned around subconsciously, and dodged the sword a little awkwardly.

This action made Sublimation Hua's complexion change dramatically.

Xuan Hua's sword was taught by her. Many years ago, when he was still young, he couldn't dodge her sword, so he avoided it so clumsily. Ninghua hurriedly backed away and shouted angrily, "Who are you?!"

Xuan Hua raised his eyes slightly to look at her, but did not answer.

Numerous pictures flashed in Ninghua's mind, she looked at the dead face of the person in front of her, and said anxiously: "Who are you! Who is it!"

Hearing this, Xuan Hua couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"You ruined my life, but now, you turn around and ask me who I am?"

Saying that, Xuan Hua raised his hand and wrote two large characters in the air.

"Xuanhua"

"That year, you said you wanted to take me back to be your younger brother. Your name is Ninghua, and my name is Xuanhua."

"It's you..." Ning Hua stared blankly at Xuan Hua and trembled, but after a while, she seemed to feel a headache, covered her head, and said with difficulty: "No... no... you are not... "

"He's a dragon..."

"You're not," she said hoarsely, "no...you're not..."

"He's a dragon...he's mine..."

"Then, his friend was dug out of Yuandan and smoked dragon marrow by you. In order to atone for his sin, he dug up his Yuandan and smoked his own dragon marrow." Xuanhua smiled bitterly: "In order to ascend, you did it again with your own hands. Knocked out his keel."

"Everything he belongs to the dragon is gone."

Hearing this, Ninghua was stunned.

She looked up blankly and looked at Xuan Hua in front of her.

Memories flooded into her mind, and she opened her lips, but said nothing.

"Didn't you soar?" Xuan Hua walked towards her with a gentle smile on his face: "You've already ascended... What are you doing back here?"

"I...I..." Ninghua opened his mouth, and finally remembered the original picture in his mind.

She boarded the Dengxian Road and listened to the cry of the man. She walked all the way.

Then she walked into the darkness, and then, she went to the fairyland...

She finally got immortality, but she was always alone. One hundred years, two hundred years. for hundreds of years. She didn't know what she wanted, she didn't know what she wanted.

Back then, she asked for the avenue of longevity, but now she has it, and then what?

She is in the fairyland, drinking and watching flowers every day, practicing swordsmanship and reading. However, always felt empty inside.

She remembered that year when he asked her if she would be lonely after flying up.

At that time, she finally understood, what is loneliness.

She began to have what she wanted, she missed him, she waited for him, she wanted him to ascend and come to accompany him.

But she waited for so many years, and he never came. She couldn't help it... Missing became mad, obsession became mad, nothing in this world was more important than him. What kind of longevity, what avenue, she doesn't want it!

So she secretly went down to find him and turned into a woman named Xiao Su. But when she came, she found that she had forgotten too many things in such a long time.

She only remembered that person, only fragmentary fragments. She remembered that he was a dragon, but after so many years of searching, she could not find him.

Finally, she finally saw a dragon. Even if this dragon is different from the person in her memory, she recognizes it at a glance, this is his Yuan Dan, this is his dragon marrow.

This is him.

She thought about it day and night, thinking about the people who had been there for so many years.

The sky was pouring down the university, and Ninghua looked at the bitter smile of the person opposite, and remembered it very clearly.

That year she and him went to the snow, and the snow fell all over their hair. She told him that she was most afraid of not knowing where she was in love, and that the green hills would never grow old.

The shadow of the black-clothed youth overlapped so completely with the person in front of her that she couldn't help staggering a step.

What the hell happened.

Why... she doesn't remember.

She didn't remember what he said.

"I picked your... keel?" She said slowly, and after a while, she shook her head and stepped back: "No, it's impossible."

"You are my obsession and my way."

"Xuanhua, how could I treat you like this?!"

Saying that, she suddenly reacted to one thing: "No, it doesn't matter! That Yuan Dan is yours, that dragon marrow is yours, give it back to you, I want him to give it back to you!"

"Ninghua!" Xuanhua roared, raised his sword and pointed at her: "If you want to pay it back, then you, give me back my keel first."

"The keel?" Ninghua stared at him blankly. After a while, she shook her head and said, "No... I want you to ascend. I want him to return the Yuan Dan to you."

After speaking, she slashed towards Qin Zichen's barrier with a sword!

Xuan Hua's pupils shrank suddenly, and he blocked the Huaguang with a sword, but the sword was not completely stopped, and the remaining force hit the barrier, and Su Qingyi, who was supporting the barrier with spiritual power, spurted out a mouthful of blood. , was slapped on the back by Ran Shu's sword and pushed into the crowd!

Su Qingyi knelt on one knee on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and sneered as she looked at the people coming up next to her.

At the same time, not far from the holy mountain, the mountain shook, and the bell rang through the entire cultivation world. Birds and beasts jumped up from a distance, and everyone subconsciously looked in the direction where the ground was shaking.

As the earthquake started, the sound of chanting came from that direction, and with the sound of the bell, it spread throughout the cultivation world. Some monks in the cultivation world couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Confucianism is born."

Like a Confucian sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, the sect master of the Daoist sect looked into the distance and spoke indifferently.

The last time Confucianism was born was 5,000 years ago, when the world of self-cultivation suffered a catastrophe.

This time, when the Confucian Sect was born, what kind of catastrophe was the world of self-cultivation?

When the world of self-cultivation was in shock, in front of the gate of the Confucian Sect, the disciples were uniformly dressed in white shirts and large sleeved shirts with ink characters written on the outer cage.Dressed in a crane cloak, with a black straight ornament, a golden crown on his head, and a small phoenix on his shoulders, the handsome young man stepped into a rotating teleportation formation.

This is the first order since the succession of the new generation of Confucian sect leaders.

Go to the holy mountain, save the son of heaven, save this world from water and fire, and protect the heaven from Changheng!