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Three days later, Yun Shen didn't know where to go.

Among the many floating islands, the largest trial platform has been cleaned up, and the yin-yang and gossip patterns on the platform stand in the bleak wind. Shangguan Yu Ningfei was on top, and the blue pattern on the Jinghua sword blade in his hand loomed.

Just below her, Jiang Ling, with a long sword on her back, stood in the center of the gossip formation, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the magic symbol in front of her, which represented the prison of inner demons.

In the past three days, Wei Ze has been uniting the two saints to send her spiritual power, and Yan Ruyu's Heart Sutra has assisted in strengthening the primordial spirit. Although the damage accumulated over the past few decades cannot be repaired overnight, it is always Barely stabilized the situation.

Of course, this is just a physical condition. Physical illness is easy to cure, but heart disease is difficult to cure.

During the recuperation period, Jiang Ling was always very cooperative, but she seldom spoke during the period. After her spiritual strength and body recovered to normal levels, and she could barely move independently, Wei Ze handed her the spirit sword in Wenyun Tower and let her play again.

The matter about the Heart Demon Tribulation was kept strictly confidential, and only the three teachers including Wei Ze and Yuan Qingqing, who knew a little about Jiang Ling, knew about Jiang Ling's situation.

Fortunately, the other students also spent a lot of energy on Crossing the Heart Tribulation and needed time to recuperate. Therefore, the whole school has been suspended for the past few days, which instead covered up her absence.

—That being said, this is also the last chance.

A few steps away from Jiang Ling, Wei Ze also stood on the platform, silently watching the girl's back, her shawl hair dancing in the wind.

Maybe a few seconds later, maybe tens of seconds later, she suddenly turned around and smiled brightly at Wei Ze as if out of habit.

"Teacher, I'm ready."

Looking at the smiling face, Wei Ze felt a little uncomfortable: "The essence of Xinmojie is to overcome oneself and accept the past. In any case, only one's own heart cannot be deceived. So, stop pretending to show that expression, this It is harmful and not beneficial to Transcending Tribulation."

As if reminded by him, Jiang Ling's smile subsided.

"...I see, Teacher Wei." She whispered, "During this time...thank you."

At this point, both the teacher and the student stopped talking. Wei Ze also floated up and jumped into the air to be side by side with Shangguan Yuning. The latter activated the dojo technique at the same time. Under their gaze, the prison of spiritual light rose from under their feet again, enveloping Jiang Ling in the center.

The spiritual power was surging and steaming, and Jiang Ling in the prison showed a slightly painful expression. Waves of black breath seeped out of her body, gradually permeating the entire platform, a huge black monster was pulled out from it, and the eyes and mouth on that body were wriggling strangely.

It seemed bigger and clearer than it had been three days ago. In front of it, the leaning Jiang Ling looked so small, like a chick facing a full-winged goshawk.

Wei Ze frowned in the air and watched. The moment the monster appeared, Jiang Ling, who was standing in the prison, began to tremble. In the dark whirlwind, she slowly took off the long sword behind her back, pulled it out of the sheath and held it tightly in her hand, then suddenly raised her face, her cheeks flushed red.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Trembling, she yelled at the monster. Like naive children.

"You can't beat me!"

"I want to live!"

"Because now I... am a student of Kunlun University!"

She raised her long sword towards the huge monster, and the cold light reflected on the blade. The next moment she jumped up, the surging spiritual power wrapped around her body, and the soaring shadow was reflected in the countless pairs of big eyes in front of her, like a pouncing hawk descending from the sky!

Facing her inner demons, this time she didn't wait any longer, but chose to take the initiative!

"bring it on!!!"

With full spiritual power, the dazzling sword light streaked across the air, as if even the surrounding fog was cut off. The huge monster raised its body, and then the ray of light suddenly fell, hitting its huge head squarely!

Even Shangguan Yuning couldn't help but look sideways.

This is the first lecture of Yujian class - straight chopping, which is the most basic movement, but now in Jiang Ling's hands, it has exerted a supernatural effect: the blade cuts through the air, draws a huge arc like a half moon, Swipe down from it like a rabbit rising and falling!

This is her demon, only in front of her is this thing real. It can actually hurt her now, and only her own attack can really hit the demon!

In an instant, the black mist exploded, and the pitch-black monster trembled violently. Hundreds of mouths on its body screamed horribly at the same time, causing sand and stones to rise up, as if a small black tornado blew up on the platform!

The strong wind blocked people's vision, and Jiang Ling, who was in the center, had to squint her eyes. But at that moment, several black arms suddenly pierced out from the strong wind, with a merciless offensive, several huge forces from up, down, left, and right simultaneously slammed on her body!

There was no sound, and there was no real sense of shock to others, only to see Jiang Ling's body flying upside down from it, thrown on the ground like a broken rag doll, rolling for more than ten steps before stopping.

The storm dissipated, and the huge figure reappeared, but more than a dozen tentacles-like long arms suddenly grew out of the part where it was cut by the sword, and they were dancing twistedly on the spot. After being hit hard by Jiang Ling, it didn't get weakened, instead it seemed to get bigger!

In front of it, the girl covered in dirt slowly got up, supported the long sword in her hand, and stood up again with some difficulty.

"It's not over yet."

"I don't want to lose."

"I want...to become an immortal cultivator!"

Jiang Ling ran again, and extended the long sword like lightning - this time it was a straight stab, the forward blade pierced the big eye in the monster's belly, and then penetrated deeply into the black body.

Suddenly, the shrill scream pierced the eardrums, and the monster raised its body again, waving its dozens of arms, pointing at her in all directions from top to bottom. She jumped up and seemed to want to avoid it, but there were too many arms, and there was no dead angle at all, so the ferocious gravity passed through again, and she was thrown to the ground again, the blade fell out of her hand, and the corners of her mouth oozed Strands of blood.

Wei Ze in the air had already turned his head and couldn't bear to take a closer look, while Shangguan Yuning put his hand on the hilt of the sword beside him, his fingertips were cold.

Under the gaze from the sky, Jiang Ling climbed up again. Instead of picking up her sword, she took out a Spirit Fire Charm. She held the talisman paper between her fingertips and chanted in a low voice.

"Lead the fire generals, kill the demon atmosphere... under Yuqing's order, Wu Leijie generals, Marshal Zhenjun—— hurry like a law!"

A strange pale flame ignited in her hand, it was a spiritual flame ignited purely with spiritual power, and it was designed to subdue all spirits and monsters. Jiang Ling threw it out with gravity, and the spell fell on the monster's body, just like sparks falling on kerosene, the huge body was completely ignited, and instantly turned into a huge pale fireball!

As if screams from hell sounded, the monster in the spiritual flame struggled, and its figure swelled again in the flames. The new long arms slapped the ground like an earthquake, and the deadly momentum caged the girl in the center.

She moved forward with difficulty, and was knocked to the ground several times, but in the end she still touched the long sword that was out of her hand, held it in her hand, poured spiritual power into it, and rushed towards the monster, slashing and cutting. All the stabs!

"You give me - go to hell!!!"

Jian Feng was mad like crazy, she didn't care about the burning spiritual flame in front of her, and her violent attack fell on the black giant shadow like a storm. Every move creates hideous damage on the monster, but the increased damage will only make it bigger, and the counterattack will be more ferocious. Every attack made seemed to interrupt the girl in the middle.

Jiang Ling was thrown out again, and it took twice as long to get up this time. Her left arm was hanging down weakly, and there seemed to be something wrong with her leg. Her steps were limping, and she seemed to be struggling even to walk. But she still gritted her teeth and picked up the long sword, tremblingly pointing at the bruised monster in front of her. At this time, its figure had swelled to cover the entire platform.

"I won't let you kill me."

"Someone didn't want me to die like this."

"I am an immortal cultivator! An immortal cultivator from Kunlun University!"

"So you... go to hell!"

She rushed forward again, her body shaking and her arms trembling, but the attack still landed on the monster. The sword edge fell on Heiying's body rustlingly, but the blade had no moves at all, it was completely chaotic and hacking.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

She yelled, screaming along with the horrific inner monster. The frenzied blade slashed at the black shadow, creating messy scars like ghostly symbols.

Eyes were stabbed blind, and then more ghost eyes were born; mouths and tongues were smashed, and then more mouths opened in place. The pitch-black monster swelled under her attack, getting bigger and bigger, and the platform under her feet could hardly bear it.

"Closer! Hold your mind!" Wei Ze in the air finally couldn't help shouting, "If you do this, you will only make your demons stronger and stronger!"

But Jiang Ling seemed unable to hear what he said. The disordered swords fell on the monster one after another, and at the same time, she herself was counterattacked by gravity again and again. Soon her whole body was covered with large and small scars, and all visible parts were bruises.

But she was still slashing crazily until the last bit of strength was exhausted, until she could no longer hold the blade and let it fall to the ground, she fell to the ground as if she was exhausted, crying heart-piercingly stand up.

In front of her, the figure of that monster already covered the sky and the sun. Dark shadows hung over the wailing girl, as if in eternal night.

For a moment, the entire blessed land became silent, and even the girl's crying was dimmed. In the deadly silence, only the crisp sound of the long sword being unsheathed pierced the peace.

"Master Wei, it is irreparable."

Shangguan Yuning held the sword in her hand, her eyes seemed to be frozen: "People who have entered the way of magic will never be able to escape from the abyss. The matter has come to this point, and the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain."

Wei Ze didn't respond, but just lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.

Just below him, the bruised girl was crying, her whole body trembling violently as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Why? How did this happen?"

Jiang Ling muttered, the wounds all over her body ached like crazy, which made her feel fatally dizzy.

She felt very tired, so tired that she could no longer hold a weapon, and she was so tired that she wanted to just go to sleep and never wake up again. So she bent down under the shadow, just like a death row prisoner on the guillotine, she was about to kill her neck.

"I'm sorry, I still haven't made it..." she repeated, weeping low, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

It started to get dark in front of her eyes, and Jiang Ling slowly closed her eyes. The imaginable blow that penetrated the body did not appear, and even the pain of that heavy blow never came.

The only thing that came to my ears was the crisp sound of a hard object falling to the ground.

"Patter."

There was very little movement, but it was like a starlight piercing the darkness in the dark night. She opened her eyes with all her strength, and saw that the peony mirror slipped out of her body and landed on the ground in front of her.

And on the mirror, drops of water are falling drop by drop.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta..."

Those are tears.

She saw her own face from the mirror, which was covered with dust, and her eyes had obviously been crying dry, but there were still constant tears dripping on the mirror, and the teardrops were pure black.

Jiang Ling froze suddenly, and looked up along the picture reflected in the mirror.

She saw the black figure's body full of scars, and saw countless pairs of bloodshot eyes on that body. Those eyes were blinking, and black tears rolled out of them.

——This huge, twisted monster is crying.

This demon born from the heart, the self she least wanted to face, and the heart demon who had suffered countless traumas were crying right now.

Jiang Ling no longer attacked frantically, but the monster also stopped its deadly counterattack. The two sides faced each other in extreme silence, as if this silence would last for a century.

In the midst of this silence, the kneeling girl stretched out her hand carefully, but this time she didn't take the sword again. She opened her bare hands towards the monster, as if she just wanted to try to touch the monster's body.

Fear made her fingertips tremble, but at the same time, the monster also trembled. During the tremor, it slowly and carefully stretched out a pitch-black arm, as if it wanted to touch the girl in front of it, but this time it didn't Terrible strength, that twisted arm just hung above her, gliding across her palm like a dragonfly on water.

It was so quiet all around, but she seemed to hear the voice of something, that thing was crying and moaning softly like a child.

"It's so painful..."

"I really want to cry..."

"This world is too bad..."

"Why do people like me live in this world..."

The strange picture was reflected in the eyes, and even the saints who protected the Dharma in the air showed suspicion. Jiang Ling on the ground also opened her eyes wide. At that moment, she thought of something.

"That's who you least want to be. But even then, it's still you."

She got up slowly. Until then she finally heard Wei Ze's words, those words came from the past time, ringing so clearly in her ears.

"Overcoming this calamity is to accept your true self. The past cannot be changed, but from now on, all that will not cause you the slightest disturbance."

"Because you deserve all the light in this world."

Jiang Ling struggled to straighten her body again, raised her head, her eyes were directly reflecting the huge, dark inner demon, and there seemed to be a faint light flashing in her pupils.

Looking at the distorted monster in front of her, she seemed to see scenes that passed through time in a trance: closed iron fences, long roads that seemed to have no end... Finally, there was a heavy downpour, and the single girl stood In the torrential rain: drops of water flowed over her face, and the shadow behind her merged into the darkness, projecting a huge nameless monster. In the dim light, both the girl and the monster were covered in bruises.

At that moment Jiang Ling suddenly felt very sad, sorry for this monster.

She suddenly didn't want to hurt it anymore.

—It must be painful. she thinks.

She walked towards the heart demon again, without making any offensive. The thin figure walked under the huge shadow, as if walking towards the abyss at the same time.

"What is this for?"

Even Shangguan Yuning in the air couldn't help being startled, and the long sword in his hand hesitated for a moment. While hesitating, she saw the monster that covered the sky and the sun slowly lowered its body—it lowered its huge twisted head towards the girl, and dozens of eyes on it were shedding black tears like raindrops fall.

In this heavy black rain, the blood-stained girl raised her face.

"It's all right now."

She spoke softly, bathed in black raindrops, slowly and tentatively stretched out her hand, caressing the bruised body, as if comforting a crying child.

The monster didn't fight back.

"You don't need fake smiles anymore."

She gently stroked the trembling eyes and mouth on the head, and touched the scars with her fingers, as if to smooth them out.

"Those things are in the past, and everything will be better in the future."

"Because you have found the real immortal way."

The huge monster shook, and the black rain became heavier.

"You are a student of Kunlun University now."

"You are now a real cultivator."

"Now you have, you can get happiness."

Jiang Ling let go of her arms, and looked at the black shadow in front of her with loving eyes: it hung down its huge body, its jet-black head was being stroked under her hands, and its squirming eyes and mouth closed one after another, like wax in a fire gradually melt.

The saints in the air were surprised. They saw that the spells on the ground were fading, and the fog covering the prison was dissipating. This was a sign that the demons were about to die.

[Student [Jiang Ling] improved her mood, spiritual power +30]

[Student [Jiang Ling] eradicates demons, spiritual power +60]

[Student [Jiang Ling]...]

Wei Ze waved away the reminders in front of him, and looked straight ahead.

On that platform, the girl faced the huge monster with a silent smile on her face.

Standing on tiptoe, she stretched her arms upwards in the shadows, hugging the monster's head tightly. Then, lightly kissed that forehead.

Under everyone's gaze, the huge, pitch-black demon stopped.

It shed tears, put away all movements, and its whole body began to dry up quickly. Distorted eyes and mouth fell from it in pieces, like burnt ashes dissipating into the air.

The body that could not be killed by fire, cut by sword, or killed by anything, quickly melted away in the girl's arms.

—it was defeated by that hug.