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"It doesn't hurt."

The Mad Pope pulled at the chains that ran through his body and replied with a smile.

She really didn't feel any pain... As long as she could see her master, this kind of punishment was enough for her.

It's a gift.

......

The Mad Pope didn't know when he fainted again.

I opened my eyes, but didn't see my master.

Only see "myself".

That is Wen Youqing.

At this moment, she had grown into a big girl, wearing a light blue dress, sitting upright on her bed.

In front of her, there was a martial arts manual that exuded demonic energy.

She just felt that this technique was extremely suitable for her, but she felt that there was something dangerous and unorthodox in it.

But in the world of cultivating immortals, success or failure is determined only by one’s cultivation level, no matter what technique one is practicing.

The Mad Pope's pupils shrank slightly. She could tell at a glance that this technique was the one she practiced in her previous life.

Why, why could she find this thing?!

Isn’t it good to be at Master’s side peacefully?

This skill is ominous, it is a forbidden number handed down from generation to generation in the Demon Palace. It is so powerful that it is enough to change a person's fate!

"Don't... go practice."

The Mad Pope gritted his teeth and squeezed out these few words with all his strength.

The chains on his body suddenly contracted and became even more painful.

But...it's good to say it out loud.

Wen Youqing, you should be able to hear it, right?

just.

Wen Youqing, who was sitting in front of the technique, just frowned slightly.

"Did I hear it? What did he say?"

She thought doubtfully and took the technique in front of her into her arms.

She decided to practice.

216. Past Events (II)

Wen Youqing has a high talent for cultivation.

Especially when she was practicing this magic technique of the gods and demons, her practice speed increased by leaps and bounds.

It only took him three short months to advance from the early stage of Golden Elixir to the middle stage.

The girl was very happy, but she thought that her master would not allow her to get close to the magic and killing techniques, so she simply hid it from her master and practiced secretly.

This skill was very concealed, and even her master couldn't see through it.

For Wen Youqing, her behavior was nothing special, and she did not think she had done anything wrong. After all, by the time her cultivation was so high, her master would not have time to praise her.

The Mad Pope looked at her, his eyes mixed with light and dark.

This technique has been passed down in the ancient times of the Demon Cult and was deduced by the original Pope. A decision was made when she ascended the throne.

The decision is also simple.

Do you want to practice this technique?

This technique can be practiced very quickly. The stronger the demonic blood of a cultivator is, the faster they can understand the mysteries contained therein, and thus their cultivation level will improve by leaps and bounds, far surpassing that of ordinary people.

This is why every Pope has a very high level of cultivation.

But everything has its ups and downs, and every advantage is accompanied by disadvantages.

And its flaw is simple.

Once this technique is practiced, the evil energy that seeps out of it will gradually change the practitioner's fate, making him or her a lonely and helpless person throughout his or her life.

But for the Pope, this is not a defect at all.

Because the life of the Pope is lonely. They are crowned in lies that cannot distinguish between black and white and truth, and everything around them, big or small, may be the plan of someone with ulterior motives.

The supreme status brings unimaginable power, but it is just like the pine and cypress on the top of a mountain. Although it is located on the top of the mountains, it is lonely, with only the sun, moon, stars and rivers for company.

To be Pope is to endure such loneliness.

This is their destiny.

Therefore, this technique is tailor-made for the "Pope". No matter how you try to escape, when you practice this technique, everything in the future has already been planned by fate.

In the end, love cannot be obtained.

The Mad Pope did not believe this in her previous life. She felt that she could break this fate when her cultivation was high enough to change her destiny.

She did reach that level of cultivation, trying to gamble with fate and prevent the changes.

But what was her ending?

Destiny is something that cannot be seen or touched. It can only be felt but cannot be changed.

After all, the Mad Pope's life was just a joke of fate.

This was her punishment for her disobedience.

Until the moment she closed her eyes, the Mad Pope did not understand whether her fate was really changed by the martial arts she practiced. Her fate was destined to be alone, but she longed for warmth and wanted to seek a hot embrace. The two were contradictory, but she tried her best to hold everything tightly in her hands.

Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

If I didn't want to have both so badly, then my master wouldn't have died, right?

The Crazy Pope thought about this question for a long time, but in the end he came to no conclusion.

So, when Wen Youqing wanted to practice this technique, she tried her best to stop him - she didn't want to take the gamble, and didn't want to become lonely and helpless in this life.

pity.

The chains behind her bound her tightly. Every struggle was bone-gnawing and heart-searing pain. She couldn't move even a step, nor could she issue any warning.

There is nothing she can do.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of the Mad Pope's eyes. He silently prayed for fate's forgiveness in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

Sincerely praying for the girl in front of me.

......

just.

Fate finally caught up with Wen Youqing.

When he woke up again, all the Mad Pope saw was a scene of broken limbs and blood.

She lowered her head, looked at her tattered dress and the long sword with curled teeth tightly held in her hand, and seemed to understand something.

She raised her eyes and looked forward.

In front of Wen Youqing, hundreds of monks looked at her warily and did not dare to approach her.

They stared at the notorious witch in the sea of blood, swallowed their saliva, and approached her nervously.

"Witch Wen Youqing, you have lost all conscience and slaughtered monks. Why don't you just accept your death!"

The Mad Pope's heart suddenly stopped. Although she had some guesses, when the answer came out of someone else's mouth, she still felt...

Feeling endless sadness.

This is the price of going against fate - as the Mad Pope understands it.

To practice such a technique, one must abandon all seven emotions and six desires, as birth, aging, sickness and death are all God’s will, and love, hate, resentment and separation cannot be obtained.

She must have done something against her destiny.

Wen Youqing, standing in the sea of blood, smiled.

She was dressed in a red dress, stained with the blood of the dead, just like the Pope who stood in a red dress in Nanposazhou.

The tone, expression, and movements are all so similar, so...disdainful.

Her sword was still dripping with blood, and splatters of blood dotted her face. A flickering flame burned in her dark eyes, making her look extremely seductive.

"Witch?"

She said this coldly, and laughed as if she had heard some huge joke.

"Then I will become what you call a witch."

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her extremely beautiful face was full of indifference.

"You will regret this!"

someone shouted.

"regret?"

Wen Youqing smiled.

"I, Wen Youqing, will never regret it!"

......

How resolute Wen Youqing was at that time.

How she regretted it later.

When the girl said this, the Mad Pope knew that what she said was not counted.

after all.

As long as one is human, how can he not regret it?

For example, she herself is so regretful now.

There was no color on the face of the Mad Pope. She had become accustomed to being tied up with chains. The pain that was once excruciating became commonplace after a long time. Except for losing consciousness from time to time, she even slowly got used to the scene in purgatory.

Wen Youqing later became a notorious witch and never saw her master again.

The Mad Pope never saw his master again.

She was used to being alone, and her favorite thing was to sit on the top of a tall tree and look at the stars in the distance like a little girl.

The Mad Pope would watch with her, gazing at the stars of the past dynasties.

Spring goes and autumn comes, time passes by little by little.

As she grew up, her cultivation became higher and higher.

Wen Youqing misses the past all the time.

Until one day, she made up her mind to return to her hometown, meet her master, and explain the misunderstanding.

She mustered up her courage and planned for a long time.

Until the day before she was about to go down the mountain.

Her junior sister found her residence.

She was a black-haired girl, wearing the luxurious attire of a weapon refiner.