Chapter 2909
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These broken souls can't be resurrected, and they can't regain their consciousness.
But it can ignite the deepest obsession in their hearts – revenge!
Why did they do nothing wrong, yet they were abandoned in the Unclean Abyss, suffering all kinds of torture, dying in a state that's neither human nor ghost?!
Why did the people they trusted and respected so piously use them, and then kick them away after using them?!
They were supposed to be ordinary cultivators, with happy families, wives, children, and parents.
But because of the word "blasphemer", their lives were ruined, and they were sent to the endless abyss of hell?
But what about these high and mighty culprits?
They had high beds, soft pillows, and great power in their hands. Stepping on their piles of corpses to reach the pinnacle of power?
Why?! Why?! Why?!
They want revenge!
Even if they're already beyond redemption, they still want to drag these beasts who killed them into the bottomless abyss!!
"Ah ah ah … let me go, don't bite me!!"
"Don't, don't come over … I, I don't want to become a blasphemer, I beg you to let me go … ah ah –!!"
Ya Yun's complexion is deathly pale, forcing back the living corpses again and again, but more and more of them come pouring in.
She grits her teeth and raises her hand to throw out a Talisman.
The Talisman burns in the air, disappearing in a flash, not attracting anyone's attention.
Being surrounded by the living corpses, Hong Lan is also in a difficult situation.
She's a powerful auxiliary cultivator, but she's not good at fighting.
Hong Lan angrily says: "Jun Muyan, you used the living corpses to kill people, how is this any different from evil? The people here are all innocent deacons of Mu Le Pavilion. Like me, they don't know the truth about blasphemers. Can your conscience be at ease if you kill them? "
Muyan looks at her mockingly: "The villagers of Yuan Wu Village are innocent, the Holy Maiden wants to kill them, can your conscience be at ease?"
Hong Lan grits her teeth: "I didn't use the living corpses, nor did I practice that evil path."
"Heh …" Muyan sneers, "Unfortunately, in my eyes, the human heart is much uglier than the living corpses and evil."
Hong Lan stares blankly, the expression in her eyes fluctuating.
But before she can speak, a sword light flies over like a meteor from the horizon.
Sensing the frightening Spiritual Power surging in the air, Muyan's complexion sinks, and her fingers slowly press down on the Tian Mo Qin.
Ning Xu slowly descends in front of Mu Yan, his gaze unblinkingly falling on her.
The stagnant and gloomy atmosphere between the two slowly changed, as if the sea had turned into mulberry fields.
A few months ago, this person was still her Big Brother Ning, who she had a good impression of. Although they had met by chance, they had become good friends at first sight.
Now, they were in a situation where they couldn't coexist.
"Mu Yan." Ning Xu looked at the black fog surrounding them and slowly closed his eyes. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Answer a question for me. What's your relationship with Jun Xiyuan? "
Muyan curls her lips into a smile, and with a clear voice, she enunciates each word: "Jun Xiyuan is my father, and Ning Yanxin is my mother. Didn't you already know this, Ning Xu? "
Ning Xu's pupils suddenly contracted. He tightened his grip on the Demon-slaying Sword.
"Young Master Suicide." A deep voice rang out beside Ning Xu, "I really didn't expect that the little demoness that Jun Xiyuan and Miss Ning were under all those years ago would really survive. Twenty years later, she actually still came to harm my Northern Continent. "
Muyan's gaze turns to the side.
She sees a tall and thin man with a refined face standing beside Ning Xu.
This person's cultivation is profound, far surpassing Xuan Yuan's.
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