For Wen Ren'e, exchange was impossible, not to mention this life, including the previous life and the next life. He just needed to make sure that "The Destroyer God (Volume 3)" was in the hands of Zi Ling Pavilion Master. As for where it was, whether it was true or false, and whether the other party was willing to take it out, it didn't matter. Anyway, he would definitely take it out.

So Wen Ren'e naturally spread his hands: "In that case, let me see the third volume."

"What? Hahahahaha, ridiculous!" Zi Ling Pavilion Master shook his head and said to Wen Ren'e, "Zhong Li Kuang, you really deserve this name! Do you know who you are facing!"

After that, the other party raised his hands, with a pair of golden bells tied on his wrists. Zi Ling Pavilion Master shook the bells slightly, and the crisp bell sound accompanied by terrible true essence and sound waves came. The surrounding formations also hummed. The spirit stones placed in the four corners of the room to maintain the formation were engraved with patterns unique to Zi Ling Pavilion. The patterns were stimulated by the sound waves to produce terrible power. Countless golden formation patterns appeared in the void and trapped Wen Ren'e in it.

The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master exerted a little force on his wrist, and the golden array pattern was tightly condensed, tightly entangling Wen Ren'e. This was a double attack on the body and soul. He had laid the array long before "Zhong Li Kuang" entered the door. Even if "Zhong Li Kuang" had used the first volume of the book to obtain the natural treasures of the cultivation world and promoted to the peak of the Mahayana period in the past few decades, it was only at the level of the cultivation world. The array he studied from the third volume was a divine array. Even if his skills could not fully exert the power of the divine array, as long as he was prepared, he could trap a celestial being!

"Zhong Li Kuang, there is no conflict of interest between you and me. I just want to take a look at the first volume of the book. Why bother to hold on?" Seeing that "Zhong Li Kuang" was completely trapped by the golden pattern, the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master dropped his sleeves to block the golden bell on his wrist, and said confidently.

"I'm not pretending," Wen Ren'e said leisurely in the center of the formation, "I'm thinking about something difficult."

"I'm the one?" Zi Ling Pavilion Master frowned. This self-proclaimed title reminded him of unpleasant memories, but it didn't matter. Even if he really met that person today, he would not be afraid anymore. "How dare you call yourself the one?"

Wen Ren'e put away the book and sighed, "Since you started, I've been thinking about how to make you surrender without alerting others. My skills are too powerful, which is really a troublesome thing." "

What a big tone!" Although Zi Ling Pavilion Master pretended to be strong, he still showed a golden bell and looked at "Zhongli Kuang" vigilantly, worried that he really got some secret skills from the first volume.

"I really don't want to reveal my whereabouts, but... since I know why you changed from a woman to a man, it probably doesn't matter if I reveal my identity."

Wen Ren'e slowly stood up, his robes moved without wind, and the elegant clothes of the scholar turned into his robes with black background and gold patterns, and at the same time, a war halberd of the same color appeared in his palm.

"You are not Zhongli Kuang, you are Wenren'e!" Zi Ling Pavilion Master said in surprise, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he remembered some painful experience.

"Forty-two years ago, I made a promise with you for a hundred years. I hope that you will have the strength to fight with me a hundred years later." Wenren'e laughed, "Now it seems that even if I give you another thousand years, it will be nothing more than this. I don't have the patience to wait."

After that, the Seven Killing Halberds burst into a dazzling light, and the power of the stars in the sky was attracted, and the entire Taiyin Mountain shook.

"What's going on?" The Shangqing Sect people who were surrounding Baili Qingmiao's room to discuss important matters felt the vibration under their feet and couldn't help asking.

"Is the underground fire going to erupt?" Yao Wendan asked in confusion.

At this time, Qiu Congxue's body reacted faster than her brain. She immediately picked up Su Huai in one hand and Baili Qingmiao in the other hand, and shouted: "Run, the farther away from Taiyin Mountain, the better!"

This sentence was not a reminder to the Shangqing Sect, but a reminder to Zhongli Qian.

Zhong Liqian had vaguely guessed what had happened since the earthquake. When he heard Qiu Congxue's voice, he did not hesitate and followed her decisively.

It was only a matter of a moment from the earthquake to Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian escaping from the room to the sudden shattering of the Fog Morning Bell of Ziling Pavilion. The Fog Morning Bell shattered, and the mountain protection formation of Ziling Pavilion was broken. Everyone was no longer suppressed by the formation and could fly. Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian did not hesitate any more and flew directly to a height of nearly a thousand meters before stopping.

"Master, what happened?" Su Huai, who had never seen Wen Ren'e, asked in a panic.

Qiu Congxue put Su Huai and Baili Qingmiao down and said coldly, "You can tell by looking at the sky. I only saw such a celestial phenomenon thirty-one years ago."

Su Huai looked up at the sky and felt that the sky was dark and the stars were dim. Only two stars were as bright as the moon, and they were the Qi Sha and Po Jun stars.

Thirty-one years ago, during the great war between good and evil, Wen Ren'e and twenty-one masters fought hard at the last moment, and the Qi Sha stars in the sky were extremely dazzling.

With a loud bang, all the pavilions of Ziling Pavilion collapsed on the top of Taiyin Mountain, and the underground fire erupted from the cenote. The temperature of the underground fire was extremely terrifying, and cultivators below the stage of transformation would be annihilated if they were touched. He Wenchao led several fellow disciples above the stage of transformation to rescue people in a panic, and rushed to meet Qiu Congxue and others before the underground fire hit.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the originally snow-capped top of Taiyin Mountain was covered with magma. The fiery red liquid and the terrifying high temperature that distorted the air instantly turned Ziling Pavilion into a purgatory on earth.

"What happened?" He Wenchao hugged the crying Liu Xinye with one hand, and asked in shock, "Why did the underground fire suddenly erupt? Where are the two Taoist friends Zhongli Wenzun and Zhongli Yinjiang?"

Qiu Congxue glanced at him coldly, raised her finger slightly, and pointed to the center of the magma.

He Wenchao looked over and saw a man in a black robe with gold patterns, holding a long halberd, standing on the lava, and behind him was a cold sword light.

At the moment when the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, everyone fled to the sky. Only Yin Hanjiang found the Lord in the gushing earth fire and confronted the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master.

"You, you guys, it turned out to be you guys, it really was you guys!" The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master pointed at the two of them, and the memory of being beaten to a pulp forty-two years came back to him again.

It was as if the scene was replayed, the ice and snow still turned into a hell of fire, the halberd and the sword were still used, and the defeat was still crushing.

"You guessed right, this book does belong to Zhong Li Kuang," Wen Ren'e said steadily, "Zhong Li Kuang was killed by this Lord, so his book naturally belongs to this Lord, and the same goes for you."

Wen Ren'e grabbed the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master's arm. Before he could resist, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It was not just physical pain, but the pain of his soul being torn and melted. He hurriedly cut off his arm with a burst of true energy, but failed to stop the erosion of his soul. He could only endure the severe pain and forcibly cut his soul apart. He gasped as he watched his arm and part of his soul turn into a stream of blood and fall into Wenren'e's hands.

A sweet smell of blood rushed into Wenren'e's nose. He stared at the blood floating on his palm, knowing that as long as he absorbed it, the true essence he had just consumed and the lost arm would be restored. After all, this was the soul of a scattered immortal.

Wenren'e looked at it for a while, smiled faintly, and loosened his hand slightly, and the blood fell down and disappeared into the lava.

The underground fire absorbed the soul of the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master, and gray smoke came out. The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master looked at the smoke in the lava. Although his body was no longer painful, his heart seemed to be burning. It seemed that he watched someone put his arm on the fire and roasted it, and it made a "hissing" and "hissing" sound of oil coming out.

"You are a blood cultivator, why are you a blood cultivator!" The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master asked.

He wanted to ask something else, but unfortunately Yin Hanjiang did not give him the opportunity to speak. The Pojun Sword was unstoppable, and it pierced through the throat of the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master.

"Your Excellency wants your book, and you only have the right to give it or not." Yin Hanjiang said coldly.

The emotionless gazes of the two demons made Zi Ling Pavilion Master deeply realize that he had no right to quibble in front of them. Handing over the book might save his life; not handing it over would mean death.

"You are very strong. There is probably no one stronger than Wen Ren'e in the entire cultivation world. I admit this," Zi Ling Pavilion Master laughed bitterly. His throat could no longer make any sound, so he could only speak to Wen Ren'e alone, "But Demon Lord, you will die in the end. Everyone will die. Only one person can survive. I still say the same thing, exchange the first volume for the third volume!"

"Do you think that as long as you don't hand it over, I will be cautious and dare not embarrass you?" Wen Ren'e said coldly, "You probably don't know what the devil's methods are. Soul capture, soul search, puppets, poisonous insects... everything is available. Master Yin, take him back to Xuanyuan Sect!"

Yin Hanjiang picked up the dying Zi Ling Pavilion Master and was about to leave, but He Wenchao rushed up and said without knowing his own limitations: "Who are you? What do you want to do to Zi Ling Pavilion Master? Today, I, He Wenchao of Shangqing Sect, am here, and I will never allow you to harm Zi Ling Pavilion!"

No matter how Wen Ren'e and the readers of "Sadomasochism" despise He Wenchao, as the male protagonist of the two novels, He Wenchao's appearance is almost impeccable. He is not as powerful as Wen Ren'e, who is hard to ignore, not as wise and humble as Zhong Liqian, not as silent and loyal as Yin Hanjiang, and even not as youthful as Su Huai, but he is handsome and full of righteousness.

The author gave him a flawless face, which makes people see him as an elite of the righteous path and a future pillar of the cultivation world. He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyebrows are full of grief for Ziling Pavilion. He looks like he will never let Wen Ren'e hurt the master of Ziling Pavilion even if he is strong.

Wen Ren'e knows that He Wenchao is indeed such a person. No matter which novel it is, it has been admitted that He Wenchao is a man of great righteousness. He can stick his neck out for his brothers and even sacrifice his sweetheart to save his brothers and elders. In the book, he does bad things with good intentions, not because of his bad character, but because he is misled and deceived.

There have been some comments on "The Destroyer of the World", saying that this is a traditional routine of ancient novels. The male protagonist has a strong sense of justice and the brotherhood is well written, but he is very unfriendly to women, and his values ​​are a bit of the dregs of feudal society.

At this moment, He Wenchao really wants to protect Ziling Pavilion. It is also the first time he has seen the true appearance of Wen Ren'e and the first time he has faced the power of the Demon Lord. The master in his mind kept telling him to run away, saying that he couldn't beat Wen Ren'e at all now, but He Wenchao didn't retreat even a step. Even if he died today, he would save the Pavilion Master Zi Ling.

Baili Qingmiao and others followed him. She stared at her senior brother and the fierce Wen Ren senior in a daze, and opened her mouth to ask for mercy.

Wen Ren'e said: "Baili Qingmiao, if you dare to say a word, I will kill one person from your Shangqing Sect. I don't like people to talk too much. I want to see how many people in the Shangqing Sect are enough for you to ask for mercy."

Baili Qingmiao covered her mouth hurriedly, fearing that she would say one more word.

However, there was a fearless disciple of the Shangqing Sect who shouted: "Little Junior Sister, don't be afraid, we will go together. No matter how strong he is, he must not be allowed to take Zi Ling away..."

As he spoke, he leaned towards the strongest Qingxue Zhenren at the moment, hoping to get some support. Who knew that before he finished speaking, his chest was pierced by a hand with only white bones left. He turned back with difficulty and saw that the one who assassinated him was the Qingxue Zhenren he wanted to rely on.

"People from Xuanyuan Sect never turn their backs on their fellow disciples." Qiu Congxue retracted her hand, pulled out the disciple's soul, and said grimly, "You can only speak as much as you can. It's better to rely on yourself than on heaven and earth."

The heat wave blew up her black robe, revealing her body that was half flesh and half bone.

In the past thirty years, Qiu Congxue could actually practice to grow flesh, but she was very satisfied with her current state. She has been studying how to use half of her body to perform the power of a scattered immortal and the other half to practice ghost cultivation, firmly walking on the path of Shura Dao without wavering. This was the inspiration given to her by Su Huai. Su Huai was a very special cultivator. His soul was a ghost cultivation, but his flesh was practicing the skills of Shangqing Sect. If he didn't die in the original book, who knows what kind of Dao he would have cultivated.

Qiu Congxue threw the body of the Shangqing Sect disciple into the magma. He Wenchao hurriedly chased after him and snatched the disciple's body at the last moment. His arm was burned by the ground fire.

"Elder Qingxue, why did you do this?" He Wenchao said in surprise.

"I am the left guardian of Xuanyuan Sect, Qiu Congxue," Qiu Congxue's half face gradually turned into dry bones. She showed Baili Qingmiao a half-kind and half-horrified smile, "Thirty-one years ago, thanks to Miss Baili's rescue, otherwise this guardian would have entered reincarnation long ago."

"Master Qingxue, you..." Baili Qingmiao's tears flowed down, and she couldn't believe that her master was actually a member of the Demon Sect and was so ruthless.

"This thing is returned to you," Qiu Congxue threw the soul of the Shangqing Sect disciple to Baili Qingmiao, "This guardian owes you a life. If you need my help in the future, I will definitely help you."

Baili Qingmiao caught the soul of her senior brother, and her whole expression seemed to be struck by lightning. The person she desperately saved back then was actually a member of the Demon Sect who killed countless righteous monks back then. The master she had always admired would actually ruthlessly attack her senior brother.

Zhongli Qian felt her painful mood and sighed faintly. He has grown a little over the years and knows a lot of things. But he still couldn't guess the mind of this Venerable Master Wenren, and didn't understand what he was thinking.

He walked up to Pavilion Master Zi Ling and advised, "Pavilion Master, no matter what Mr. Wenren wants, I advise you to give it to him. Based on my understanding of Mr. Wenren, if he promises not to hurt you, he will never break his promise."

"What do you know?" Pavilion Master Zi Ling's throat was pierced, making a "ho ho" sound, but still insisted, "I don't want to live like that, even if I die now, I don't want to live like that."

After that, he grabbed the Pojun Sword and pulled the sword out with force, staring at Wen Ren'e with his eyes fixed, the true energy in his body reversed, and he was ready to self-destruct and die.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ren'e raised his hand, and a wisp of blood entered his body, instantly controlling Pavilion Master Zi Ling's body, making him unable to die even if he wanted to.

"Your behavior makes me curious, what exactly is written in the third volume? What makes you prefer to die than to hand over the book to me." Wen Ren'e secretly transmitted the message.