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No. 27 on the ninth floor, Ma Shaoyuan's room.

Ma Shaoyuan sat on the ground, holding a bundle of catheters with one hand, and a thin object that looked like a blade with the other.

Those catheters came from various instruments in the room, they were pulled out by external force, both ends were connected to the instruments, and the middle part was held by Ma Shaoyuan in his hand.

This pile of instruments all left traces of being operated in violation of regulations, humming, and were all moved, surrounding Ma Shaoyuan in a circle.

Bright arcs flickered like sparks between the conduits, created as spilled energy collided with each other.There is a berserk energy flow rushing through each duct, and only a very small part of it leaked, already shrouding the entire room in an ominous shadow.

The formation prohibition in the room has detected an abnormal situation and has been activated.Array pattern and spirit pattern are intertwined and superimposed, sealing the room into an airtight cage, and preparing to isolate possible accidents in the cage to avoid spreading to the outside world.

Looking at Ma Shaoyuan's actions, it's not hard to imagine what he's going to do.

Once the catheter ruptured, the entire room, including himself, would be wiped out.

Ma Shaoyuan pressed the blade-like thing against one of the catheters, and calmly said to the on-duty disciple in front of him:
"Go out."

The disciple was so nervous that he was sweating profusely, with several heads sticking out of the doorway behind him, he was just as flustered and worried as he was, and he was also full of fear.

At the entrance of the corridor on this floor, a group of on-duty officers huddled together and chatted anxiously, while other people came from other floors to join them.

"Have you notified Elder Wei?!"

"Someone has already gone to notify, and it should come soon."

"Who can tell me what happened?"

"Hey, whoever you are, don't run around, don't go there!"

"When did he regain consciousness, and why didn't anyone find out before?"

"Brother Zheng can do it alone?"

"No, there is no way. No one can enter the house anymore. If it irritates him, it will be over."

In the room, the disciple surnamed Zheng raised his hands to prove that he would not cast spells secretly.

"You, you calm down, please calm down."

He spoke soothing words, his eyes fixed on the catheter and blade in Ma Shaoyuan's hand.

As someone who knows those instruments, he knows very well that even if the blade only cuts a small hole in one of the conduits, the energy of the breach will detonate the other conduits, and then be involved in all the instruments in an instant, and no one can stop it.

The final result is comparable to Jindan's self-destruction power.With such a short distance, he couldn't survive with his cultivation base, and this was the reason why Ma Shaoyuan didn't make a move yet.

Ma Shaoyuan's face remained calm, and he repeated flatly:

"get out."

"But, but..."

"I don't want to hurt another person."

The disciple surnamed Zheng opened his mouth, and dryly squeezed out a sentence he had said before, trying to delay time:
"Everything can be discussed, Zongmen has no intention of blaming you, you, you don't have to do this."

But Marshall was far from unmoved.

His empty eyes paused on the other party, and said:

"The spiritual seal on the initiation ceremony, is it still there?"

The disciple surnamed Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the gatekeepers in the early days would be planted with a talisman that could resist one attack of Huashen in the initiation ceremony.

His spiritual seal hadn't been used yet, and after a few turns of his brain, he realized that he couldn't tell the truth.

However, his moment of hesitation has already shown the answer.

Ma Shaoyuan lowered his eyes.

"It's good to be here, it's good to be here..."

The fingers pinching the blade were determined to use force.

The disciple surnamed Zheng stared wide-eyed, and the pupils reflected the cut tube wall.

Time seemed to be slowed down, and he clearly saw the brilliant energy stream gushing out, smashing the other conduits, bursting into a sea of ​​energy, resonating with the aura of heaven and earth, and sweeping towards the surrounding instruments.

In the next step, the instrument will be damaged and more energy will be leaked, and the scene will be completely out of control. Everything in this room, except him who is protected by the sigil, will cease to exist.

The heart of the disciple surnamed Zheng was beating wildly, as if he had seen the remains of the ruins in an instant.

But that moment never came.

After Ma Shaoyuan cut the catheter, he didn't get the ending he wanted.

In a daze, he looked at the catheter in his hand that had returned to its original shape, then looked around at the safe and sound equipment, and finally looked at the disciple surnamed Zheng.

I saw the other party staring blankly behind me.

Turning around, a strange woman was standing behind at some point.

She was retracting her outstretched palm, and looked at Ma Shaoyuan with a pair of deep eyes.

The energy that had reacted violently with the aura of heaven and earth was stripped away by the invisible force and returned obediently to the conduit.

Jing Yingrong: "You can't die."

Ma Shaoyuan hadn't recovered yet, subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Jing Yingrong: "It is my duty to save the lives of everyone here."

"Everyone, including me?"

"Well, including you."

Ma Shaoyuan was stunned, and then, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly broke out.

He stood up, trembling all over, and shouted almost out of composure: "Is it okay for me to commit suicide? Is it okay if I don't want to live?!"

In stark contrast to him was the indifferent expression of Jing Yingrong.

"No."

She replied mildly.

Ma Shaoyuan panted heavily, staring at her with red eyes.

"Do you know what I did? I killed my niece, my apprentice, and my friends. I killed 230 people in the sect! !!!—cough cough cough cough!"

His weak body couldn't bear the overly strong emotion, so he coughed violently.

Jing Yingrong watched him quietly.

The cough subsided slightly, and Ma Shaoyuan bent his back, as if he had lost all his strength.

"... So what if the sect doesn't blame me, I killed the person, and I myself became a useless person. My cultivation is gone, my life's hard work is gone, I can't do anything, I have nothing. People like me , why are you still alive..."

He raised his head and looked at Jing Yingrong pleadingly.

"Do you have to stop me, please, leave me alone, let me die, please, please..."

The voice became lower and lower because of despair, and the despair was because the expression of the woman in front of him did not waver.

Jing Yingrong suddenly said something unexpected:
"You can do a lot."

Ma Shaoyuan was stunned.

Jing Yingrong's eyes lightly swept over those instruments.

"You don't have a cultivation level, but you can disguise your own state, avoid other people's eyes and ears, change equipment and tools, prepare a suicide plan, and almost succeed. It's not easy to do these things, so you can't do anything."

She said these words very sincerely, and even made people hear a kind of praise.

Ma Shaoyuan was stunned, he didn't know whether to refute or thank him.

The disciple surnamed Zheng was also dumbfounded, and then he noticed the movement outside the door, looked back, and felt relieved.

"Elder Wei, Elder Wei, you are finally here."