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

There are some things that she must personally bring to a close.

only……

Gu Xingzhuo looked worriedly at Zhang Ruoxue, who was covered in wounds and blood, and a huge weight was lifted from his heart.

Is she... really capable?

Under the moonlight, she silently raised her left hand, its bones shattered, completely ignoring the excruciating pain of her twisted muscles, and pointed it directly at Qu Wuxin in front of her.

There was only one sentence she wanted to say.

It has nothing to do with the past, nothing to do with the future, nothing to do with family, nothing to do with memories.

It was a statement that sounded like a command.

"My rain cicada..."

"Give it back!"

38. Crossing the Sacred Gate

Zhang Ruoxue's words were sharp and imposing, her blue flames growing even stronger under the bright moonlight overhead.

Those deep blue eyes held only a resolute determination that had abandoned all thought; from the moment she broke free of the tombstone's prison, her resolve had remained unwavering.

Forget about her background and past traumas; all she wants now is for that idiot to return to her side unharmed.

That's it.

Of course.

This small wish was exactly what Qu Wuxin loathed.

Qu Wuxin's gaze swept back and forth over Zhang Ruoxue. He could see the shattered bones in her hands and the twisted tendons. He could imagine that Zhang Ruoxue had exerted almost all her strength to escape the prison he had set up. Even though she was standing in front of him now, uttering such fierce words, her body was already badly damaged.

To use such a physical body to fight against oneself is undoubtedly courting death.

But she remained standing there, still like a general standing at the front of the battle, full of ambition and high spirits, showing no intention of retreating.

"Things have come to this... and now it's turned out like this—"

Qu Wuxin felt a surge of nameless anger. Looking at Zhang Ruoxue's resolute attitude in wanting to rescue Ye Yuchan, he couldn't help but feel hatred and disgust for her.

To this day, he still vividly remembers how this woman abandoned him and fled without looking back when he was crying out for help amidst the raging flames.

This woman who's afraid of death... now she's putting on a fearless act for the sake of others!

"Very well! Then I will grant your wish and send you and that woman to be refined into my Asura Blood Pill!"

Qu, lacking confidence, harbored endless evil thoughts, and immediately formed a series of hand seals with his right hand.

He stared intently at Zhang Ruoxue with murderous intent, his demonic energy surging within him. The sky above his head suddenly turned dark, and dark purple-black runes appeared one after another in the void behind him!

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of talismans rose with the yin wind, and the incantations engraved on them suddenly flashed, then combined with the demonic energy in Qu Wuxin's body, and a raging black fire suddenly rose up.

"go."

Qu Wuxin gave a cold, light shout and waved his hand.

Hundreds of thousands of ghost fires behind them attacked like a storm!

In an instant, the wind and clouds shook, and Zhang Ruoxue felt a blankness before her eyes, filled with the light of fire that seemed to reach the sky, just like the scene she had seen when she returned to Jinglin Village that day.

She clenched her fists, channeled her limited spiritual energy, and suddenly tilted her head back, propelling herself forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Faced with the oncoming wave of ghost fire, her figure transformed into lightning. Despite the towering flames, there were still gaps between the talismans. Zhang Ruoxue's steps were so fast that it seemed as if she had vanished into nothingness. Even in the fleeting gaps, she could still pass through them.

She has no ranged combat ability. If she wants to win, she can only try to get close to Qu Wuxin and then smash his head with her fists!

The talisman can be curved without faith.

With his hands crackling like thunder, Qu Wuxin unleashed hundreds of spells in a short time. His gaze was fixed on Zhang Ruoxue, whose speed far surpassed that of a Void Transformation cultivator, but his expression remained unchanged.

The incantation was completed, and the evil formation appeared!

A sudden, sharp pain shot through Zhang Ruoxue's calf, and at the same time, a tremendous force struck her ankle, forcing her to stop her running.

She turned around in astonishment and found that the cemetery was covered with a dense array of dark formations, and within the formations were Qu Wuxin's demonic energy. The dark evil energy condensed into withered, grayish-white arms, which were now tightly gripping her ankles, and the sharp claws were mercilessly piercing her skin.

Before Zhang Ruoxue could react, the endless will-o'-the-wisps arrived as expected. Those whose steps were temporarily bound would certainly not be able to escape from this vast sea of ​​fire.

With a sharp shout, she suddenly exerted force in her left hand, transmitting spiritual energy to her left palm, which had softened due to the shattered bones, giving it the ability to move freely for a short period of time.

With her left hand clenched into a fist, Zhang Ruoxue's breath slightly concentrated. She planted her feet on the ground and slammed her left fist down.

--roar!

Dust flew everywhere, and shockwaves swept across the ground.

Amidst the blurred dust and fragments of soil, the will-o'-the-wisp was extinguished, while a figure raced towards Qu Wuxin, who was not far away.

However, after Zhang Ruoxue burst out of the dust, Gu Xingzhuo, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

In order to break free from the tombstone prison, Zhang Ruoxue's left arm and Han Bing's right arm both suffered varying degrees of damage, especially her left hand, which should have been used to its limit.

But in that instant, Zhang Ruoxue used her spiritual energy to infuse her damaged meridians, forcing her left arm to move.

This is why Zhang Ruoxue's entire left arm now seems like a piece of flesh without bones, twisting irregularly as she runs at top speed.

This arm... is basically useless now!

"Qu Wuxin!!"

Zhang Ruoxue flashed in front of Qu Wuxin, her ice fist, which had been ready to strike, came at him with overwhelming force.

The gloomy youth didn't even flinch. Instead, he silently formed a hand seal with his fingertips, and the demonic energy surrounding him suddenly condensed into a seemingly thin, semi-transparent square black mirror in front of him.

hum~

This punch, which had been building up for a long time, collided violently with the black mirror.

However, the strength that Zhang Ruoxue had painstakingly accumulated seemed to have sunk into the sea, and apart from creating ripples, there was no sign of any breakthrough.

Zhang Ruoxue was about to throw a second punch when Qu Wuxin expressionlessly transformed the incantation.

The pitch-black color condensed in the center of the mirror, and just as Zhang Ruoxue was about to throw a punch, it transformed into a sharp, sword-like black thorn, emerging from the surface of the mirror, a cold light rapidly magnifying in front of her.

click-

At the critical moment.

Zhang Ruoxue changed her fist into a palm at the last minute. The eternal ice and the black energy collided fiercely in mid-air, and the sparks from the friction between spiritual energy and demonic energy illuminated the similar faces of the two.

Click, click...

The interior of the eternal ice suddenly cracked, and the inside of Zhang Ruoxue's icy right arm was covered with countless cracks, and even the outside had developed some fissures.

Qu Wuxin sneered. To him, Zhang Ruoxue was nothing more than a candle flickering in the wind.

next moment.

A whip kick swept through the air with the force of lightning, hurtling towards Qu Wuxin's head, who seemed to have already declared victory.

Qu Wuxin is a saint of the demonic path, so how could he not see through Zhang Ruoxue's intentions?

She let out a muffled groan as the demonic aura descended from the gloomy sky above, engulfing her. The surging demonic energy, amplified by the Great Dao, had taken on a physical form, instantly transforming into countless slender arms that bound Zhang Ruoxue's left leg.

The powerful whip strike stopped just five centimeters from Qu Wuxin's cheek.

"You have nowhere to run."

The demonic aura, now materialized, grew even more intense, and the several pitch-black arms tightened their grip on Zhang Ruoxue's left leg.

Qu Wuxin could even hear the sound of Zhang Ruoxue's leg muscles being torn apart and her bones creaking.

Even with this level of pain, Zhang Ruoxue still didn't cry out.

"I never intended to run away."

As soon as he finished speaking...

To Qu Wuxin's astonishment, Zhang Ruoxue's right arm exerted force once again.

The black spikes pierced through the palm of Hanbing's right hand. This eternal ice that had accompanied her for forty years had finally reached its limit.

Qu Wuxin stared at Zhang Ruoxue in astonishment—he couldn't imagine what she was doing.

As if she had completely lost her mind, she suddenly exerted force with her right foot, causing the black thorn to penetrate further into the ancient ice.

"What are you doing?!"

Qu Wuxin was stunned; he couldn't understand Zhang Ruoxue's behavior at all.

This makes no sense at all.

Zhang Ruoxue did not answer, but instead focused on taking her body to the next level.

Her left leg was still dangling next to Qu Wuxin's head. The closer she got to Qu Wuxin, the more pain she felt in her body. Her flexibility wasn't particularly good, and when she got close to Qu Wuxin, her legs were almost in a straight line.

She could feel the snapping sound of a string breaking in her legs; it was excruciating pain, but she didn't care.

Because the worst is yet to come.

Zhang Ruoxue took another big step forward, and the sharp black thorn pierced through the ancient ice completely. Scattered small ice crystals fell to the ground and disappeared.

The black thorn pressed against Zhang Ruoxue's right shoulder in the next instant, and in the next second—

puff.

—Pierce it through.

Blood splattered.

At this very moment.

Zhang Ruoxue then stood in front of Qu Wuxin, the two of them being so close for the first time.

"you--!"

Qu Wuxin stared at Zhang Ruoxue with a bewildered and panicked expression. Seeing her seemingly suicidal appearance, he was genuinely stunned for a moment.

The next instant, he saw wisps of red smoke rising from the arm that should have been discarded long ago, and at the same time, azure flames completely enveloped the entire left hand!

He originally thought Zhang Ruoxue intended to use her arm, made of ten-thousand-year-old ice, to settle the score... That's why he didn't use his right hand to defend himself when he was bound by the magic array earlier.

But he was wrong.