Girl dies in her dream life every day

Ever since the ancient sect was destroyed in the ancient times, the art of sword cultivation has been lost for who knows how many years.

The world today has forgotten what significance a sword holds for a swordsman.

"...It's coming."

Nangong Ling had no time to hesitate any longer, as the evil demons from outside the domain would not give them time to continue reminiscing about the past.

The hideousness and stench filled the surroundings, shrouding all living beings in a nightmare that made them feel uncomfortable. The laws of restraint fell upon them, and they seemed to have fallen into a situation where they could not struggle any further.

In a split second, Nangong Ling gave up part of the control of his body and lent his right hand holding the sword to Luo Xue.

Luo Xue's consciousness overlapped with Nangong Ling's vision. It was no longer as if she was looking at the outside world through her eyes as before, but she truly controlled everything about Nangong Ling.

Now she is Nangong Ling, although she can only control her right hand.

"Is this... the power of the Jiexian Realm?"

Luo Xue tightened the sword in her hand slightly. Her perception and vision were synchronized with Nangong Ling.

Controlling the Immortal Realm with the consciousness of foundation building, countless mysterious insights emerge in Luo Xue's soul every minute and every second.

One second is equivalent to Luo Xue's decades of spiritual cultivation.

However...letting your soul and body be controlled by others is an extremely dangerous thing.

As long as Luo Xue has even a little bit of ill intention now, Nangong Ling will be seriously injured.

Moreover, without the protection of the Holy Soul, Luo Xue would not be able to do these things. It would be considered lucky if she ended up with her soul collapsing after rashly coming into contact with the power of the Tribulation Immortal at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Nangong Wan'er, who was not far away, watched this scene, but she did not speak out to remind people of the risks involved.

She didn't know when...she had inexplicably developed trust in Luo Xue.

Perhaps it was because this girl gave her a very familiar, yet indescribable feeling.

The hideous and twisted evil demon from outside the domain finally attacked, approaching Nangong Ling with a "devouring" posture. It intended to use the most violent and direct way to deal with these monks who disturbed its sleep - eating their flesh and blood until it was completely eaten.

"Actually," Nangong Ling's lips moved slightly, but it was Luo Xue's voice that came out, "I once killed what you call an extraterritorial evil demon..."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er's hearts.

The weakest evil demon from outside the domain is also at the Nascent Soul stage, Foundation Establishment stage... How is it possible to kill it?

But Luoxue's personality doesn't seem like that of an arrogant person, could it be true?

"That battle taught me that the Will of Withering... The Sword of Withering should be used in this way."

Luo Xue raised her right hand, the only part of her body she could control, slightly. The long sword hummed, and inky blackness spread.

——The purest despair and destruction.

This is not the first time that Luo Xue has used power far beyond her own ability. What's more, her consciousness is now within the soul of Lord Saint Soul, so she can unscrupulously control this power that far exceeds her own ability.

"This, this seems to be the true will of withering, different from us, and different from the withering shadow of Lord Saint Soul..."

Looking at the spreading darkness, even Nangong Ling instinctively felt a sense of fear.

The source of fear is not Luo Xue, nor the darkness, but the meaning behind the darkness.

The withering still exists.

The ferocious deep space monster became terrified as soon as it touched the spreading darkness.

All pupils closed at this moment, and the body retreated as if fleeing.

But...how can we make it in time?

How can it escape the will of withering?

"I have a sword."

This high-level magical sword, under the influence of the will of withering, showed signs of collapse, as if it would fall apart in the next moment.

But it doesn’t matter, because Luo Xue only needs one sword.

"——Everything withers."

The pitch-black sword light penetrated the indescribable twisted monster, silently dissolving its body.

"Om..."

The long-silent screams of pain reappeared, and the remaining body of the evil demon once again recalled that in the final battle of the ancient times, it had once faced such deadly terror.

Even after so many years, I can't forget it.

The sword light fell lightly, bringing death and destruction.

After the withering, even the life outside the domain cannot escape the fate of the end.

"Boom!"

The long sword shattered into pieces, and Luo Xue's consciousness faded from Nangong Ling's body. She was even so weak that she could no longer possess Nangong Ling and fell out.

The Holy Soul was extremely dim at this moment, without emitting any will of withering. The previous sword strike had almost exhausted the Holy Soul's power.

Nangong Ling regained control of his body, raised his hand to stop the vigilant Nangong Wan'er, and said,

"No need."

Nangong Ling knew that Nangong Wan'er was planning to reseal the Holy Soul, but it was no longer necessary now.

“But if that’s the case,” Nangong Wan’er frowned slightly, “the uncontrolled withering might spread…”

"No, you and I are both wrong. Lord Saint Soul chose her... not without reason." Nangong Ling whispered, "She may be the only one in this world who can truly control the withering."

Nangong Wan'er only witnessed it, but Nangong Ling personally felt how terrifying Luo Xue's control over withering was.

It's like... a magic technique that is used skillfully.

How is this possible?

The reason why Nangong Ling dared to let Luo Xue borrow her body to use the Will of Withering was because she herself controlled a part of the Immortal Will.

Immortality and withering are mutually reinforcing and counteracting, and she can resist the erosion of withering to a certain extent.

But...Nangong Ling didn't expect that such pure withering, under Luo Xue's control, didn't even corrode her body at all.

Moreover, when Luo Xue swung out the sword, Nangong Ling felt a power that only existed in legends.

Sword intent.

This type of law can only be mastered by sword cultivators from ancient times. It possesses the most terrifying and extreme killing power in the world. In terms of pure killing, nothing can compare to the sword intent.

Even in ancient times, sword cultivators were regarded as lunatics who must not be provoked because of the existence of sword intent.

"Now, I believe that she really killed the evil demon from outside the domain..."

Nangong Ling murmured softly.

The sword wielded by her hand was truly terrifying...

If Luo Xue was at the same level as her, Nangong Ling estimated that she might not even be able to survive this sword attack.

Not far away, the evil demon from outside the domain was still struggling. Countless sword intentions pierced its body, and the twisted flesh and blood had become fragmented.

But this is not the point. The real threat to this evil demon from outside the domain is the will of withering attached to the sword, which is like a cancer attached to the bone, eating away at its flesh and blood.

All filth is vulnerable to withering, and the indestructible resistance that it is proud of becomes a fatal curse in the face of withering.

"Did you make it?"

Nangong Wan'er said in a low voice.

Nangong Ling hesitated for a moment, but Luo Xue, who was in the Holy Soul Body next to him, spoke first.

"No, not yet..."

At this time, the body of the Holy Soul became very dim. Luo Xue's sword not only used Nangong Ling's power and her sword intent, but more importantly, it borrowed the withering shadow of the Holy Soul.

It’s a pity...after years of suppression, the Holy Soul has become extremely weak and is far from its peak in the past.

Even though Luo Xue's sword was brilliant enough, it was still not enough to kill the remaining body of the evil demon.

Sure enough, as the darkness and powerlessness receded, the evil demon's remains revived again after surviving the erosion of withering.

All the strange eyes opened, and all the hatred and malice were directed at Luo Xue.

"The vitality is so strong, what kind of existence is the evil demon from outside the domain..."

Nangong Ling was truly shocked. In front of this evil demon from outside the domain, all her past achievements seemed as powerless as a child playing house.

The foreign evil demon that she had used all her strength to kill before was nothing compared to the remains of the evil demon in front of her.

Even if it has declined... in essence, it is still the remains of an emperor-level extraterritorial evil demon.

"Otherwise, why would our ancestors spend so many years suppressing it?"

Nangong Wan'er sighed deeply, while Nangong Ling clenched his fists, his eyes fierce.

"No problem, I'll take care of it."

"But the Eternal Flame has no effect on it... Wait, do you want to..."

"It doesn't matter. Now is a good time to kill it once and for all. If we miss it, it will come back again." Nangong Ling shook his head. "It's just one life. There's no need to cherish it."

Before, the crisis could not be resolved even if one tried one's best. But now, the seriously injured evil demon from outside the domain revealed a flaw, allowing Nangong Ling to see the possibility of exchanging his life.

Nangong Wan'er clenched her fists. The scene she least wanted to see finally happened.

She knew very well that although Nangong Ling appeared gentle and easy-going, she was actually more stubborn than her sister. Once she made a decision, no one could dissuade her.

"Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble."

At this time, Luo Xue spoke out. She opened her eyes weakly, and only a faint shadow of the Holy Soul Body remained. "It only needs a little more withering will. It can't bear it."

"But now you have already..."

Nangong Ling looked at Luo Xue. She could see that Luo Xue had almost no strength left and was struggling to even maintain her soul.

"No, not yet." Luo Xue forced a smile, "I still have a backup hidden energy source - oh, you don't understand this, tut, what a pity."

"What do you mean?"

Nangong Ling's expression was slightly solemn. Although she didn't understand Luo Xue's new words, she vaguely guessed what Luo Xue wanted to do.

"In fact, you all know that the Holy Soul has long been infected by the Withering."

Luo Xue stretched out her hand, and a few dark wisps faintly flashed across her pure white and holy soul. "Withered Shadow... That's right, she is already a shadow left behind by the Withered Will."

This is Luo Xue’s last dying will and Nangong’s last bit of soul.

“I believe that the spirit of Nangong in heaven would be willing to use this bit of soul to kill the evil demons from outside the domain.” Luo Xue stood up and walked towards the final battlefield.

The evil demon from outside the domain, roaring at the top of its lungs, sensed Luo Xue's presence, and its deep-rooted hatred almost solidified into substance.

It waved the last of its body and attacked Luo Xue in a fighting posture. It had already sensed Luo Xue's current weakness and knew that she could not withstand a single blow.

"good."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in Luo Xue's mind, "She does have the grace of an ancient mythical beast. Are you a general of Huang Zun? I remember her aura very clearly."

When these words were spoken, Luo Xue discovered that she had lost control of the Holy Soul.

It seemed that another will appeared in the soul and replaced Luo Xue's position.

In the eyes of Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er, the Holy Soul's temperament suddenly changed, from being light and lively to emitting an irresistible majesty out of thin air.

It's not strength, but a mysterious feeling that comes from blood and is particularly strong.

This feeling can only be slightly sensed during the ceremony of ancestor worship.

"This, could it be..."

Nangong Ling widened his eyes. Could it be that before he died, Luo Xue actually awakened his ancestor?

At this time, Luo Xue was even more confused. She was ready to die with the Holy Soul, but was intercepted by another will.

"Watch out, little one," the cold voice sounded again, "This is how the Will of Withering should be used."

The dim soul raised its hand slightly, and with its slender fingertips lightly touched, a trace of darkness that was imperceptible to the naked eye instantly escaped.

The flying demon's remains froze in place. After a few breaths, the twisted and filthy flesh began to collapse uncontrollably, and a cold and dead silence enveloped the surroundings.

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