Chapter 67: Heaven and Earth Sword, the Youth's Death (Ten) He was in that abyss...

"Why are you here?"

Disguise spells have a time limit, and Wen Gu and Ye Qingzhan's appearances had long since returned to normal. Since they entered the academy that day, the flow of time in the illusion had suddenly accelerated. Five years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Of the gathered, poisoned jianghu strangers, only a few faces remained familiar. The

one shouting at them was the former second-in-command, Inuye. Inuye held two meteor hammers together, a bent-backed monk between them. "What are you waiting for? If we lose again today, you and I will surely die!"

He raised the monk between the two hammers and threw him aside. He turned and struck the people rushing into the library.

When Qinghuai entered, he was holding a girl bleeding from all seven orifices. He leaned slightly, brushing past Inuye's scattered meteor hammers and throwing her next to Tianxue, who was leaning against the gate wall.

Ye Qingzhan recognized the blood-soaked woman. It was Zi Yuan, who had defended her so often not long ago. His heart sank.

"Don't go over there." Wen Gu, sensing the grief in the eyes of the person beside him, tightened his grip on her waist. "She's alive."

Besides human resentment, Wen Gu was also familiar with the aura of death.

He had come from the Boundless and Mysterious Realm, a place teeming with resentment and hatred, the air thick with the aura of death.

Souls cried, vengeful spirits sprang to life, and corpses lay strewn everywhere.

This was the Boundless and Mysterious Realm.

He was the only living being in that abyss.

Previously, he had only wanted to escape that dark, gloomy hell, but now, a secret sense of relief welled up within him.

He was thankful that he could sense sin and resentment in advance, remaining unmoved by life and death amidst a sea of corpses and blood.

Amidst the rising blood, Tian Jin's eyes lost their luster, becoming dark and hollow. He swung his sword again, striking at his fellow disciples.

The night spirits unleashed by that man last night permeated the surroundings, and cultivators perished in waves.

The screams of pain from all around paralyzed her meridians. Amidst the smell of blood, Wen Gu unexpectedly felt a sense of relief. Her eyes grew darker, and a fire burned in her heart. The evil within her body was like weeds in the wilderness. Just a tiny spark was needed to burn the long grass to ashes.

"Wen Gu!"

With her body restrained, Ye Qingzhan was powerless to help, and even more puzzled by his indifference, so she called out to him. Turning around, she was met with his deep, unfathomable gaze, and was stunned.

The present overlapped with the past. He seemed to be tainted by the desire of that night.

Perhaps because they had been together for so long, Ye Qingzhan was keenly aware of the changes in his expression.

...But why did he lose control so easily?

"Wen Gu?" She called him again.

His dark pupils blurred like ink, and finally there was a luster in his eyes. Wen Gu blinked and shook his head.

"Be careful!"

A cultivator came flying over with a long sword in hand. Ye Qingzhan broke free from Wen Gu's arms and pushed him away.

The sword pierced her shoulder.

The white blade was pulled out of the flesh and blood. The blood on Ye Qingzhan's shoulder soaked half of the sleeve. Her body was shaky, as if she would fall to the ground in the next moment.

"You witch, you have harmed countless people in my sect. Today, I will enforce justice on the behalf of heaven and take your life!"

With the silver sword in hand, the cultivator was full of energy and looked at the young man with his head down on the side.

"And you, with a heart of a snake and a scorpion, you have hurt so many of my fellow disciples with poison! Today--" Before he could finish his words, the cultivator's neck was strangled fiercely.

"Cough, you, you..."

He could hardly believe what happened in an instant-the Miao domain boy with a gloomy face supported the injured girl with one hand in the blink of an eye, and strangled his throat when he raised his eyes.

In a split second, the monk's face flushed purple, his feet forced off the ground, the sword in his hand clanging to the ground. With difficulty, he raised his hands and clawed at the hand that gripped his neck.

The young man, shrouded in black mist, had veins bulging on the backs of his hands, his knuckles clenched.

"You, you're looking for death."

The scattered black mist resembled a swirling dust. The monk, breathless, slowly lowered his hands. Before he breathed his last, a whisper was heard.

"Wen Gu, let him go, let him go."

Ye Qingzhan leaned into his arms, raising his uninjured arm to calm his rage.

In Qinghuai and Chu Mozhi's illusion, Wen Gu had been able to control himself, but since that night in the realm, his temper had become increasingly unpredictable. Now, he was on the verge of losing control.

A warm hand grasped his arm, the familiar feeling soothing the frenzy within him. He lowered his eyes, looking at the person in his arms, his gaze suddenly clear.

"Don't kill him." Ye Qingzhan's face was as pale as snow, but his voice was clear and firm. "These people were forced. Wen Gu, Wen Gu! Wake up, don't let them control your heart."

Blood stained a large area of his shoulder, and Ye Qingzhan held Wen Gu's face with one hand. "I can protect myself, you save them quickly, don't let them massacre the academy."

"This may be Mingche's heart knot."

The scattered mist was too turbulent, and the people in the pavilion did not dare to get close. After Ye Qingzhan finished speaking, he glanced outside, pushed Wen Gu away, cast a spell with one hand, set up a movable barrier, and came to Mingche who was protecting Tianxue and Ziyuan at the door.

Since the melee began, Mingche held the scattered sword tassel, crossed many obstacles, and came to Tianxue's side.

He was dull by nature, his foundation was unstable, and he could not kill anyone. He thought about not holding back the two ghost crossers, and just wanted to do his best to protect the people he wanted to protect.

Ming Che put the ginkgo tree that the exiled immortal had given him when he was at the gate of hell on his head, and after reciting a mantra, the ginkgo tree grew bigger, protecting the three of them like a wall.

When Ye Qingzhan came over, Ming Che asked, "How are you injured?"

It was strange to say, the last time they were in danger in the illusion, the red flower silver bracelet protected her and Wen Gu. This time she was not wearing the bracelet, and she was hit by a sword on the shoulder, but it only hurt for a while. Now she just felt a heaviness on her shoulder, and the pain was much relieved.

She said, "It's okay, I'll go see Zi Yuan and Tian Xue first." In the past, in Camellia Village, she learned medical skills from her adoptive mother Li Ying, so she could still cure some of the mortal diseases.

Ye Qingzhan checked the injuries of the two. Zi Yuan's injuries were serious, but not life-threatening. Tian Xue was a cultivator, and her bones were tough, but after the marrow washing by Ye Mei, her body was a little weak.

Fortunately, they were all alive.

After checking her breath and pulse, Ye Qingzhan told Mingche that Tianxue was fine and asked him to take good care of her and Ziyuan. After tucking the sleeves of the two girls, Ye Qingzhan turned and looked at Wen Gu outside the barrier.

The evil spirits that had just poured out of his body and enveloped the library were now all drilling back, almost swallowing him. Wen Gu, who was in the center of the vortex, lowered his head and stood still.

Anxious, Ye Qingzhan left the barrier to Mingche and walked out of the black fog. The black air was everywhere, and the monks' eyesight was damaged in this overwhelming resentment. They felt as if their bodies were being cut by knives and could not move. But Ye Qingzhan's eyesight was not affected, and relying on her nimble body and light steps, she quickly reached Wen Gu's side.

At some point, Wen Gu closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks. Clusters of evil spirits drilled into his heart.

The black fog dissipated, and amidst the clanging sounds, the monks' swords fell to the ground, and the strange men who besieged the academy also threw away their weapons. Everyone knelt on the ground in pain, and bowed their heads towards where Wen Gu was.

After the last ray of Yin Sha returned to Wen Gu's body, Ye Qingzhan hugged him.

"Are you okay?"

Wen Gu still closed his eyes, "Stay away from me."

The voice that came out was so cold and lonely that he had never heard before, as if it had been soaked by the snowy glaciers, and the coldness was scorching. Ye Qingzhan's heart felt like it was pierced by an ice spike, and as if it was rolled by boiling water. For a moment, she was stunned and filled with loss.

The hand holding his wrist dropped down.

After a moment, she asked, "Why don't you open your eyes?"

"It's terrible."

Wen Gu answered simply. Ye Qingzhan said, "I'm not afraid."

The voice was firm and warm, and Wen Gu's body was obviously stiff.

"Open your eyes, please." Ye Qingzhan deliberately softened her tone, hugged his arms again with both hands and shook them, "I'm really not afraid."

What was wrong with her? Her words seemed to have soft hooks, and they sounded soft and gentle in her ears, like a light cloud that was blown away by her ears.

Wen Gu leaned sideways and stood with his back to her.

"No."

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Ye Qingzhan said no more. After putting down his arms around him, he ran to check the breath of the people kneeling on the ground around him.

These people knelt on the ground with their heads down, their eyes closed like Wen Gu, and their waists slightly bent.

There was still breath in their noses, and their bodies were hot.

Ye Qingzhan turned around and asked, "Wen Gu, what did the Yin Sha in your body do to them?"

Wen Gu didn't move his body, closed his eyes and said, "Sleeping." She didn't question him, asking him what he had done to these people, but attributed it to the Yin Sha in his body. Is she…

Ye Qingzhan murmured, "Oh," "That's good. No more deaths here."

Mingche, who had been inside the barrier for a long time, stepped out and joined the two men, tears of gratitude streaming down his face. "Thank you, my heart knot is halfway resolved, and there's still a little to go."

The blood in the library lingered for a long time, flowing down the wooden steps. Mingche couldn't hide the pain in his eyes as he looked at the bodies scattered across the room. He then looked back at himself

, his eyes wide open. Qinghuai froze behind him, crouching down, his hands reaching to cover his eyes.

Death is an extremely painful experience for most people, and Mingche was no exception.

He died at the hands of the first sword he forged.

At the hands of his most beloved senior brother.

However, this was not his greatest pain.

His spirit, after his death, witnessed the carnage that engulfed the academy.

Rivers of blood, mountains of bones.

And then, after a devastating fire, it was reduced to ashes.

"Can you send me into a dream?" Mingche asked.

Ye Qingzhan looked at Wen Gu. He was the only one here who could penetrate spirits and enter dreams.

Wen Gu nodded and asked, "Whose dream?"

"My senior brother, Tian Jin's dream." Mingche looked at the young man struggling with Inouye. "I haven't done what I promised him yet."

"My senior brother once told me that he had a beautiful dream." It was a dream

more brilliant than spring.