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In the middle of the Sacrifice Spell Formation.

Standard and stiff electronic voice exploded crazily in Lin Ling's mind, countless blood vines tightly wrapped around her body, leaving her unable to escape.

Her Gold Internal Alchemy had shattered and her bones had burst.

The last scene she saw before she died- It was Xie Hanzhou holding Lu Chaoyan lovingly with a gentle and affectionate expression.

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Three hundred years later.

In the Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest in the southwest of the Kunlun Continent.

The night was bright and the stars were scarce. Sang Ling and several wild mountain spirits crouched on a tree, reading scripts.

Since ancient times, there had been a tradition in the Cultivation World that talented disciples would be written in the scripts. now they were reading about was Xie Hanzhou from the Tiandao Sect.

[Xie Hanzhou was now the number one rose star in the Cultivation World. He was extremely talented. His entire family was wiped out by the Witchcraft Cultivator Sect since he was a child. Fortunately, Lu Chaoyan, the eldest senior sister of the Tiandao Sect, saved him. Later, he joined the Tiandao Sect and became the personal disciple of the sect master... He sealed the Witchcraft Cultivator Sect with his own hands. Junior Sister Lin Ling was willing to be a sacrifice to the human pillar. Xie Hanzhou and Lu Chaoyan would live forever together.]

"Being a bootlicker till the end, left with nothing." Sang Ling threw away the script sourly.

Next to her, the ginseng elf covered its mouth and laughed with its leaves trembling. "Ling, this Lin Ling who became the human pillar and had her essence drained, is also called Ling like you."

Sang Ling glared at it, and a flower elf next to her chipped in, "Ling is a memory lost puppet controlled by an Witchcraft Cultivator. She killed and robbed people. How can she has good fate to be a human cultivator. Look at her. Wasn't she sent here by the Witchcraft Cultivator now to wait for Xie Hanzhou of the Tiandao Sect to fall into her trap?"

Sang Ling suddenly felt a heavy blow to her heart, but she still insisted. "At least as a puppet, I am cold-hearted and do not have to suffer the bitterness of love! Besides, with my ability and charm, as long as I hook my finger at Xie Hanzhou, the child of us could buy soy sauce!"

"What can you do? Can you give birth to a child for me?" What interrupted Sang Ling was another clear and cold male voice from beneath the tree. She was slapped in the face on the spot when she bragged! Sang Ling's expression froze, and she stared blankly at the figure below the tree.

A man with a frosty temperament was standing there with a sword in his hand. When he saw Sang Ling looking at him, he glanced at her indifferently with his sharp eyes.

The surrounding wild mountain spirits were shocked by the handsome appearance of the real-life version of Xie Hanzhou. They shouted and quarreled with each other.

The man furrowed his brows.

In an instant, a burst of sword energy was unleashed, causing Sang Ling, who was on the tree, to fall with a "thump," while the wild mountain spirits were startled and ran away in panic.

At this time, only Sang Ling fell over the foot of Xie Hanzhou.

Xie Hanzhou's tone was cold as he went straight to the point. "Did you kill the dozen or so male cultivators in the Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest? Who is behind the Witchcraft Cultivator you are working for?"

Sang Ling felt she was completely enveloped by a murderous aura, causing her limbs to go weak and collapse to the ground.

"I am just an ordinary wild mountain Spirit. I just happened to be passing by today." There was no evidence. She had to deny it first!

Tears like pearls, fell gradually, sticking to her eyelashes.

Because she was crying pitifully, the corners of her eyes turned red, and they added a stunning beauty to her fair and delicate face.

Xie Hanzhou looked indifferent and disgusted when he saw Sang Ling play her honey trap on him. "You are stained with blood and evil qi and still try to argue. If you don't confess honestly, I will kill you in the name of justice. It won't take much effort to find your master afterward."

Sang Ling suddenly stopped wiping her tears. If one killed too many people, it would be infected with karma. Cultivators were even much more serious than ordinary people.

It was well-known that cultivators or spirits who were tainted by sinful blood and evil qi would not have a good ending.

Sang Ling was speechless.

It was a painful ending. She always felt that she was going to die without an intact corpse, she would have a miserable death.

However, ordinary cultivators would not be able to detect this unless they had profound cultivation. Xie Hanzhou was indeed extremely talented and had extraordinary spiritual power.

At this time, a gust of sword wind came from mid-air. With a gentle blow, a bloody wound appeared on her face.

Sang Ling suddenly came to her senses and looked up. It turned out that when Xie Hanzhou saw that she did not respond, he thought that she was going to deny it, so he wanted to kill her.

Seeing this, Sang Ling immediately pretended to cry with grievance. "I was just thinking about how should I say. I squatted here in the middle of the night. As the Immortal Lord said, I was ordered by someone. I used to be a carefree little mountain spirit..."

Sang Ling was full of nonsense, but she had already secretly made an incantation gesture within her sleeve.

Xie Hanzhou was expressionless all year round, but at this time, he frowned in annoyance. Under the starlight, the handsome figure stood upright. The perfect image of him holding the sword was pulled back to the secular world by the abrupt pleat, and there was a trace of reality in it.

Xie Hanzhou shook the moon frost sword in his hand. Obviously, he was reminding she to say the key point. He pointed the tip of the sword at Sang Ling. Unexpectedly, before he could make the next move, a burst of fog suddenly appeared from the wet mud. Before Xie Hanzhou could react, he blacked out and suddenly fell to the ground, motionless.

The surrounding was already covered in dense fog, and there still had continuous white fog floating out of the wet mud.

Sang Ling stopped moving her incantation gesture fingers in her sleeves. After waiting for a while, she sneaked up to Xie Hanzhou and poked his sturdy chest carefully. "Mr. Xie? Xie Hanzhou, Xie Zhouzhou? You lost your money! Lu Chaoyan is here!"

Xie Hanzhou closed his eyes tightly and did not respond. The ape arms, wasp-waist and slender legs were wrapped in white robe.

It felt so good that Sang Ling kept poking it back and forth. There was no movement.

"Hehe, the underground fog of the Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest is the most confusing thing. Once you are hit by it, there is no cure. Since you are unconscious, I will do it! Don't worry, you are so good-looking. I will definitely be very gentle with you." Sang Ling said.

The Qiansi Ring transmitted the master's urging command. A scarlet red appeared in Sang Ling's eyes, and a cold smile formed at the corner of her mouth as her jade hand reached directly for Xie Hanzhou's Gold Internal Alchemy position.

Xie Hanzhou acted faster than her.

Before Sang Ling could touch him, her vision suddenly darkened, and she was pressed to the ground by a scorching and stiff body.

Xie Hanzhou had a clear look in his eyes and only felt that there was a soft and fragrant person under his body. His thoughts shifted for a moment, and the spiritual power on his hand circulated, accurately cutting off the control of the Qiansi Ring.

The scarlet red in the eyes of Sang Ling disappeared in an instant. Without control of the Qiansi Ring, she quickly regained her true self.

However, the next second, her face wrinkled in bitterness.

She had never been so close to a man before. Face to face, from top to bottom, their bodies completely chimed in without any gaps. She couldn't help pushing him away.

Although Xie Hanzhou barely regained his senses through his cultivation, the fog had caused a heat stream to run through his body. Now, with the girl struggling and pushing with her fingers, it was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Don't move!" Xie Hanzhou finally reached out and grabbed the wrists of Sang Ling, who was waving wildly, and tightly clasped them on the top of her head. Unconsciously, the girl's chest was pushed out by her posture, which made her look even more attractive.

When their eyes met, Xie Hanzhou's eyes were bloodshot and icy cold. "Playing wicked tricks, following evil paths! Is this your method and skill? This is how you are going to seduce them like this, so that those sect disciples are willing to have their Gold Internal Alchemy and heart blood taken away by you?"

"Ha."

Fog had the ability to draw out the deepest desires of the human heart. Some people would go crazy, some people would feel fear, but Sang Ling had never seen the situation like Xie Hanzhou.

It was like. It was like a shell of an iceberg that had lost its rationality, revealing its domineering attributes.

Sang Ling trembled, desperately trying to explain, but the man did not stop his sword-wielding actions. As the sword tip drew closer to her neck.

She was so scared that she burst into tears and cried out in pain that she would die!

"Hanzhou?" It was a soft voice.

Xie Hanzhou looked back and unconsciously loosened his grip. Sang Ling took the opportunity to withdraw her wrist, rolled on the ground, and immediately escaped from under Xie Hanzhou.

Xie Hanzhou turned to look at her with killing intent in his eyes. Obviously, he was looking at a dead person. "Your hands covered in the blood and sins of guilt, unforgivable crimes!"

The next second, a thicker and denser fog instantly rose, slightly slowing Xie Hanzhou's steps.

Sang Ling knew that she couldn't defeat him, so she pretended to launch an attack, but in fact, she slipped away and turned to run. "The heavens and the earth are vast, but my life is the most important!"

An ice-cold sword energy instantly penetrated the fog and attacked Sang Ling, who was outside it. She dodged sideways, and a large part of her clothes was cut off, revealing a small part of her left shoulder.

A birthmark shaped like a peach blossom flashed briefly on her fair and translucent skin, but it was clearly engraved in the eyes of Xie Hanzhou, who had just broken through the dense fog.

His pupils contracted, and his body, which was about to stab her with his sword, suddenly stiffened.

Intense pain flooded his chest, as if a sharp blade had once again cut open a bloody hole in his heart. The cold night breeze poured into his chest, causing him unbearable agony.

In the dark night, Xie Hanzhou's eyes, as deep as a tranquil lake, churned with immense waves. Instinctively, he tried to chase after her.