Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

……

My heart is beating.

Wang Xiaomo could clearly feel that his heart, which should have been rotting away, was slowly reviving—no, using the word reviving would be too strange; it should be said that… this was a strange emotion in itself, so strange that even his dead heart began to tremble.

This was an emotion she had never known before—complex, strange, unbearable, and somewhat sorrowful.

The demon general was momentarily confused.

She didn't know what to do. Logically, she should kill the human in front of her—just like the villages she had slaughtered and the towns she had burned.

But for some reason, she just couldn't muster any murderous intent towards Gu Xingzhuo; she simply didn't want to kill him.

It's very simple, yet very complex.

"do you remember me?"

Unsurprisingly, it was Gu Xingzhuo who broke the silence.

Completely different from before—although there was a hint of fear in Gu Xingzhuo's eyes at this moment, unlike during the last battle, he seemed to have made up his mind.

He was waiting, waiting for Wang Xiaomo's answer.

It's colder inside an enclosed space than outside.

But neither of them could feel any coldness; one was a rebirth after death, and the other was a walking corpse.

Her chapped lips parted slightly, and Wang Xiaomo stared at Gu Xingzhuo. She spoke tentatively, as if after a long time, and then spoke:

"antiquity……"

She didn't have time to say the rest.

Because an extremely evil thought emerged from the depths of her soul and body, it invaded her entire body in the blink of an eye, causing her physical body to directly transcend the limitations of thought.

Boom!

After its heart swelled violently, it suddenly stopped.

Wang Xiaomo's body trembled, and then the demonic energy within her surged from her orifices, her entire body filled with yin energy that swept around. Her fair and slender right hand suddenly flicked, and the black demonic energy in her palm condensed into a giant black axe, with several demonic incantations engraved on the sharp blade.

【kill!】

There were no other thoughts or desires.

Without a word, Wang Xiaomo charged forward, his axe blade aimed from the very beginning at severing Gu Xingzhuo's head.

"Mo'er?!"

Gu Xingzhuo's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he have imagined that Wang Xiaomo, who seemed to have just remembered him, would suddenly launch an attack?

He dared not be negligent, for his cultivation level was already inferior to Wang Xiaomo's, not to mention that Wang Xiaomo had already fallen into demonic possession. In terms of destructive power, he was no match for Wang Xiaomo at all.

A jet-black arc of light struck, and Gu Xingzhuo had no choice but to crouch down, landing on all fours like a wild beast. He circulated his cultivation technique at top speed, activating his spiritual root. With the help of his spiritual energy, he used his legs to roll rapidly.

Despite his clumsy movements, he did manage to dodge the sudden attack.

As he tumbled, Gu Xingzhuo summoned his ink brush. He swung it forward with all his might, and the ink flew up and quickly formed an ink shield in front of him.

He leaped backward again, creating a distance of several meters. His brush flew through the air, writing rapidly, and ink splashed everywhere like a torrential downpour. In the blink of an eye, a five-character quatrain was formed.

Gu Xingzhuo gave a light shout, put down his brush with his right hand, and slapped his left hand forward with a powerful palm strike. The half of the poem, overflowing with literary elegance, was shattered into five ink characters, which attacked Wang Xiaomo from all directions.

Wang Xiaomo seemed completely unconcerned about this.

Because this poem is not a poem about killing, nor does it evoke Emperor Wen's great ambition; when it comes to killing intent, it does not extend to the poet himself.

"Humph."

Wang Xiaomo snorted coldly, her lifeless eyes devoid of any emotion.

The jet-black giant axe danced around her at incredible speed, like a whirlwind, creating shockwaves and air bursts that mercilessly sliced ​​through the flying ink.

More than a dozen axe-bladed air blades flew towards Gu Xingzhuo, but ultimately disappeared into the ink barrier in front of him.

Is this all the quality you've got?

Wang Xiaomo's tone was unusually cold, as if he looked down on Gu Xingzhuo. He stomped his foot on the ground and shot out like a cannonball.

The sharp, giant axe loomed infinitely large before them.

But Gu Xingzhuo certainly couldn't be limited to this level.

A surge of powerful spiritual energy suddenly erupted from his left palm, which he twisted violently into the void before him.

The next instant, the ink that Wang Xiaomo had cut open and scattered all over the ground transformed into sharp ink spikes from countless angles, manipulated by fine lines formed from condensed spiritual energy.

Gu Xingzhuo gripped the handle tightly, and the ink thorn, drawn by the spiritual energy, attacked Wang Xiaomo in the blink of an eye.

Sensing the hostility emanating from all around, Wang Xiaomo had no choice but to stop and quickly scan his surroundings.

She sneered, then gripped the giant axe tightly with both hands and suddenly chopped it down forcefully.

boom!

A surging wave swept across the entire area, and the ink spikes were crushed by the burst of demonic energy in the blink of an eye. The enormous impact shattered the ink shield in front of Gu Xingzhuo in the next instant. The frail white-haired youth groaned and flew backward for nearly a hundred meters before barely managing to regain his footing.

The intense dust slowly settled...

"It looks like—"

Gu Xingzhuo, panting heavily, looked at Wang Xiaomo in the distance, who was holding a giant black axe and had a cold and evil look on his face. His expression darkened slightly.

"Making you remember me... won't be that easy."

31. It's snowing.

The clash between ink and axe blade.

This is a duel that nobody cares about.

From the moment they were imprisoned in this sealed space enclosed by the extreme darkness, their fate was solely in their own hands.

Whether they live or die, whether they are confused or resolute... it's all up to them to decide.

The axe blade could very well sever the head of the white-haired youth Gu Xingzhuo in the next second, or it could be engulfed and crushed by the ink that was attacking from all directions.

Gu Xingzhuo may die at the hands of Wang Xiaomo, or he may personally bring this farce to an end.

No.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Gu Xingzhuo had already figured out what to do.

He had already guessed the so-called ending.

"I've never felt that I was lucky to survive."

In the pitch-black space.

The ink swirled and danced in the air like a leaping, dark shadow, soaring rapidly from the ground and then circling quickly around Wang Xiaomo's lower body.

At this moment, Wang Xiaomo didn't care about what Gu Xingzhuo said at all. In her opinion, the white-haired boy in front of her was just deliberately talking nonsense to divert her attention.

As a warrior fighting for the Demon Dynasty and a Demon General with the cultivation of the Void Realm, Wang Xiaomo naturally could not be distracted by this. She immediately sensed that the low-altitude spiraling ink was trying to bind her legs, and at the same time, the spiritual energy of the array was faintly surging beneath her feet.

Wang Xiaomo flicked his hair, a hint of coldness appearing at the corner of his mouth. He gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands, and as he stomped forward with his right foot, a surge of energy rose up, unleashing a torrent of demonic energy that instantly shattered the surrounding ink.

She glared fiercely, then leaped into the air, unleashing her giant axe, which had been poised to strike. Its speed was like that of a swift sword, causing several flashes of light to appear before Gu Xingzhuo's eyes in an instant.

Like a storm of axe blades, Gu Xingzhuo was forced to swat his brush and disappear into the ink. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away.

However, Wang Xiaomo had seen this kind of escape method many times before. The moment Gu Xingzhuo wielded his brush, her right hand formed a series of complex demonic spells and struck out with a palm!

bang bang bang-

A dozen or so demonic waves of energy roared like thunder, their power causing the soil in this space to loosen and then suddenly explode. At the same time, the boundless demonic energy, using the dust as cover, snaked forward rapidly like a python.

"Because to me, death and life are too different, I dare not face the living with this body, let alone you."

A clear, cool voice, seemingly expressing some kind of lament, rang out.

Wang Xiaomo turned around in surprise and was astonished to find that Gu Xingzhuo had appeared behind him at some point.

Looking at the ink that had been kicked away and splashed on the ground behind him, Wang Xiaomo realized that Gu Xingzhuo had mixed a large amount of spiritual energy into the ink that he thought would definitely be scattered. He had a way to instantly enter the ink.

Wang Xiaomo gritted her teeth. At this moment, she had no mind to listen to Gu Xingzhuo's nonsense. From that moment on, her eyes were filled with endless killing intent.

The murderous intent of a demon general.

"Come here and prepare to die!!"

With a sharp shout, Wang Xiaomo swung his axe down.

However, this axe contained a great deal of profound techniques. Gu Xingzhuo originally wanted to escape directly, but his legs seemed to be completely frozen. The space was suddenly compressed at this moment, and it was as if there was a black hole in front of him, making it impossible to move even half a step.

Gu Xingzhuo's expression turned slightly cold. Without any hesitation, he took out a dull round pill from his storage ring and swallowed it in one gulp.

After that, he suddenly uttered a single word.

"retreat!"

This character is like a deep bell, its sound like thunder.

The golden-colored word "retreat" truly came out of Gu Xingzhuo's mouth, and in an instant it transformed into wisps of golden flames that exploded.

A series of booming sounds rose up!

With a single word, it was as if heaven and earth had granted a general amnesty. All the demons were shaken back. Even Wang Xiaomo's fierce attack, which seemed to be able to split the void in two, was frozen in time and then repelled by an indescribable force of backlash.

Wang Xiaomo felt a tingling pain in her hands. She was jolted back hundreds of meters, her body unsteady. She managed to stop herself by using the force of the axe blade hitting the ground.

She looked up and stared at Gu Xingzhuo in utter astonishment.

At this moment, Gu Xingzhuo's cultivation level remained unchanged, and his attack just now did not involve the use of spiritual energy—he simply uttered the word "retreat."

But it was that single, extremely brief word just now that Wang Xiaomo clearly sensed...

The aura of the Great Dao.

"That pill..."

She subconsciously thought of the pill that Gu Xingzhuo had swallowed.

Perhaps sensing Wang Xiaomo's doubts, Gu Xingzhuo made no attempt to hide anything and explained calmly, "These are pills that my teacher bestowed upon me before the war. He must have anticipated this situation, which is why he gave me these three Literary Dao Spirit Pills."

"Teacher?" Wang Xiaomo frowned. "You mean that Buddhist or Taoist saint?"