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Chapter 565: Yellow Spring Collapse

"Don't you want to know where my soul was hiding when I was possessed by the Demon Lord's Dharmakaya?" Bai Mengjin said coldly, "It's right here!"

The Mirror of Samsara was a secret treasure obtained from the ruins of the Immortal Palace. In her previous life, she was besieged and trapped in a desperate situation. Without fully understanding its function, she hurriedly took it out, and it ended up bringing her back to her youth.

Over the years, it had been kept in the inner palace for warming. Until it was parasitized by the Demon Lord's Dharmakaya, her soul hid in it.

During those thirty years, Bai Mengjin used the protection of this item to repair and strengthen his soul bit by bit, and slowly erode the Demon Lord's will, before he could wait for rescue.

What would be the effect of using this thing again? Would it turn back time again? Or would it return to the original time point? She didn't know. But what was certain was that this kind of secret treasure was linked to the laws of heaven and earth, and the result was unpredictable.

But she had no choice. Ling Bufei was being possessed by a demon. Once he was possessed, he would become the Seven Killing Sword Lord's possession, just like Cen Muliang, alive but dead.

No matter what, she was going to give it a try!
The Samsara Mirror flew out, a glimmer of light appeared, and then suddenly enlarged, and everything around it was frozen in an instant.

The swirling dark wind, the howling ghosts, and the half-cast demonic energy and aura, all of them unexpectedly stopped, contrary to common sense.

The Seven Killing Sword Lord was shocked for a moment: "What is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he paused.

With his eyes open, he watched the mountains and rivers turn upside down, the sky and earth collapse, the weak and exhausted people revive, and the magic weapons that had turned into essence condense again and return to their original state.

Finally, he lowered his head with difficulty and looked at himself. This body belonging to Cen Muliang had become a true demonic body after being corroded by the demonic energy. At this moment, the flesh and blood in his body were rapidly regenerating, and the foreign matter that did not belong to him was expelled.

The ghost king's yin energy, his evil energy...

Even his demon soul received a huge push.

Wait, the Seven Killing Sword Lord discovered that there were many more memories in his mind.

The story begins when Bai Mengjin leaves Qingyun City, enters Danxia Palace, practices swordsmanship, betrays the sect, and falls into the devil's way...

He watched calmly all the time, arranged everything in Cen Muliang's body, and then left calmly.

At this time, Ning Yanzhi had already been parasitized by him.

Bai Mengjin never really became a demon, but that didn't matter. The faceless man had never been exposed, so he could patiently lay out his plans behind the scenes, watching the demon path gradually prosper and the Immortal Alliance disintegrate bit by bit. It was conceivable that in a few dozen or even a hundred years, the Demon Sect would show up and expel the Immortal Alliance in one fell swoop.

Then it stopped.

Memories flowed through his mind, and the Seven Killing Sword Lord suddenly realized: "No wonder, it turns out that you..."

Wherever he looked, some were shocked, some were confused. It was obvious that they had all regained their memories, but they didn't know what their lives would be like.

Huo Chongxiao rushed back to the flying boat immediately, and when he saw the living Yue Yunqiao, he was inexplicably excited: "Junior sister!"

Cui Xinbi looked at Leng Qiufeng in surprise: "Senior Brother Leng!" In her previous life, she was involved in his betrayal and died early.

Di Yuming touched his face, thoughtfully.

Ye Hanyu was shocked, but looked at Bai Mengjin.

Wen Rujin was shocked and looked at his disciple: "Youyan, the master is still alive!"

A thousand years later, with Wen Rujin's lifespan, he naturally wouldn't live to that time.

Of all the people present, how many would live to see that day? They would be the best of the new generation who had achieved the state of incarnation.

Some lived to the end of their lifespan and passed away, some died midway, and some even fell into the devil's way due to an accident... It was as if they had a dream, and they didn't know which was real and which was fake, their past life or this life.

The Seven Killing Sword Lord was upset and said, "No wonder you escaped my plan. It turns out that you were..."

Before he could finish his words, a sword came suddenly.

It was Ning Yanzhi, his sword returned to his hand, and his originally exhausted Dantian was full of mana. In this life, the Killing Sword no longer belonged to him, and he did not have to be affected by the parasite.

Then, the once number one swordsman in the world launched his most powerful sword strike.

In a hurry, the Seven Kill Sword Lord only had time to raise his hand to condense sword energy and block it instinctively.

Ning Yanzhi looked at him, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

"Master, I have finally waited for this day." He let out a miserable laugh, then gathered all his magic power and slashed out fiercely, "Go to hell!"

This move condensed all his cultivation and even used the method of burning blood. Perhaps after launching it, his meridians could not withstand the pressure and broke, his cultivation regressed, and he even became a cripple. However, he could not care less.

For a thousand years, he has regretted all the time. Why didn't he object when his master used justice to pressure him, why did he think it was worthwhile to sacrifice his junior sister, why didn't he have the courage to ask for help after being parasitized by the monster, why didn't he dare to find his junior sister to apologize and ask for an alliance to fight the enemy...

Everything was due to his cowardice and incompetence.

He is not worthy of being supported by Danxia Palace, not worthy of being the head of the sect, and even less worthy of leading the immortal sect.

Now that God has given him a chance, he may end it all with his own hands!
"Head!"

"Brother!"

Amidst the exclamation, Ning Yanzhi's sword fell.

Without the power of the Ghost King, the Seven Killing Sword Master could only deal with it the best he could.

One sword, two swords, three swords... gradually he fell into a disadvantage and suffered a serious blow.

The Seven Killing Sword Lord managed to steady himself and looked at him angrily: "I do not accept..."

Of course, he was not satisfied with such a result. If he had not been inexplicably dragged back a thousand years ago, his plan would have probably succeeded. As for this new life, if Bai Meng had not used this treasure again, how could he not have the power to fight back?
But on the other hand, Bai Mengjin endured for thousands of years without giving in, risking the world's infamy to go to the Immortal Palace to seize the treasure, and only then did he have the opportunity to survive. Isn't this the result of his own efforts? Even if there is no Samsara Mirror in this life, the plan of the Seven Killing Sword Lord has failed. In the end, destroying the world is just the unwillingness after losing.

The Seven Killing Sword Lord was severely injured and felt his magic power was rapidly draining away. His demonic soul was torn out of his body by an invisible force.

He struggled to hold on and uttered with difficulty: "Such a rare treasure will bring about so much karma. You will not have a good ending..."

When the last word was spoken, the demon soul was finally torn into pieces and dissipated in the breath of the underworld.

The empty bag closed its eyes and fell to the ground with a plop.

Ning Yanzhi's energy was exhausted at the same time, and his meridians were attacked by the backlash of the Blood Burning Technique, so he fell down.

His last glance was towards Bai Mengjin, and he murmured, "Junior sister... I'm sorry..."

"Senior Brother Ning!"

"Head!"

Everyone in Danxia Palace was horrified and rushed over to pick him up.

The next moment, more people exclaimed.

"Master Bai!"

"Junior Sister Bai!"

"White Fairy..."

The Samsara Mirror released its last bit of light and suddenly shattered.

Bai Mengjin was swept in, and his spiritual energy burst out like a river in the sky. His originally radiant skin lost its luster, his black hair quickly faded, and his whole body became exhausted, as if his vitality had been exhausted.

Many people instinctively moved closer, but a figure quickly approached and embraced her.

Wen Rujin was stunned for a moment: "Sect Master!"

Ling Bufei was full of demonic energy, and it seemed that the Samsara Mirror had not washed away the foreign matter, but his aura was completely different from before. Without waiting for others to see clearly, he embraced Bai Mengjin, used the escape technique instantly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Son!"

"metropolitan!"

Just as he was about to chase after him, the earth began to shake all around him, and Huangquan, which had been bearing the power of the Samsara Mirror, began to break apart at an accelerated rate.

Wen Rujin's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Hurry up and get on the flying boat! The Yellow Springs is collapsing, I'm afraid it has violated the laws of heaven and earth, let's go!"

The crowd no longer cared about the two people who were leaving, and hurriedly boarded the flying boat, using the power of the flying boat to speed up their departure from Huangquan.

When they came out, Huangquan had completely collapsed and closed.

There are still a few chapters to explain.