Chapter 1297
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"Young Master Lian was really wrong about you!"
Realizing that Zhen Xiaoxiao did not stop despite her warning, Wan Shuirong's disappointment was written all over her face. She dropped the stone city and pointed at Zhen Xiaoxiao's back.
"No!"
Between Xiaoxiao and Wan Shuirong, she chose the former without hesitation.
"Scoundrel, how dare you!" he roared.
Even more ruthless than Violet Ring, ice butterflies flew out of Small Gruel's body. If Wan Shuirong dared to move, he would shoot an arrow into her heart!
"See for yourself!"
Zhen Xiaoxiao struggled with the dilemma of whether to take the sword or not. No one knew how difficult a choice she had made in these few breaths!
Just as Small Gruel and Violet Ring were about to attack, Zhen Xiaoxiao's body shook. She reached out and slapped the Holy Sword back into Zhuo Yongsi's head. At the same time, she flicked her finger and sent a Mirror Image Crystal in Wan Shuirong's direction.
She was sweating profusely!
Without the energy to look at Wan Shuirong's expression, Zhen Xiaoxiao's legs turned to jelly. She felt like all the energy in her body had been used up in that instant!
The Holy Sword did not want Zhuo Yongsi's brow as a vessel.
The demon blade in her left eye seemed to welcome its arrival.
Only the Old Devil under his right eye suddenly had blue veins popping out on his bare right arm!
He was resisting!
Although the old man sitting in the snow did not respond to her repeated questions, Zhen Xiaoxiao could clearly feel the strong resistance from him!
He was rejecting the Holy Sword.
It was as if its arrival would completely extinguish his last breath of life!
Fiendgod inheritance …
Something was wrong!
Zhen Xiaoxiao took a deep breath. She was once again acutely aware of this, but she still couldn't figure out what the problem was.
She could only be sure of one thing.
The Old Demon was not dead!
The other inheritors of blade intent had no demon in their eyes, but she had one in her eyes. That was because he was not an illusion, he was … a remnant soul!
He had promised to sacrifice all of his flesh and blood to the God Slaying Blade and exchange all of his life force for victory in the Realm War. However, Mo Lixue did not die completely.
Could it be …
At the last moment of condensing the weapon, Mo Lixue was afraid of death. In the last second before he died, he selfishly preserved a remnant of his soul?
Was this the real reason why the Godslaying Blade was broken into ten pieces due to the uneven distribution of power between the gods and demons at Mount Huan?
When he understood this point just now, Zhen Xiaoxiao had a difficult struggle in his heart. Perhaps only by accepting the Holy Sword could he eliminate the final flaw of the Blood Sacrifice of the Gods and Demons. In the upcoming war, he could reform it into a God Slaying Weapon that lived up to his expectations.
Perhaps the old monster only appeared in his body because he fancied his special physique. He wanted to wait for his soul breath to grow stronger so that he could seize his body and be reborn!
However, even though he clearly had many considerations, even the danger of his own life and death, towards the old man sitting in the wind and snow …
Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't do it!
He would rather not kill Zhuo Yongsi and let him continue to be the holy sword's vessel.
He would rather gamble with his life and take the risk out of desperation!
He would rather preserve this flaw until Lian Zizhuo summoned the eight blades and really give it a try …
Anyway, now, she would definitely not let the holy sword kill the last remnant soul of the old monster!
He could not speak, and he could not even move.
Although he could not use words or movements to communicate, he still had the heart to sense.
Zhen Xiaoxiao swallowed her saliva.
Her master's body was lonely and bleak, but he gave her a sense of warmth.
Therefore, she had to find the reason for his existence herself!
Previously, when she pushed the holy sword away, her emotions were still very complicated. But now, Zhen Xiaoxiao had completely thrown away those distracting thoughts. A tinge of red appeared on her pale face.
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