Crazy! The cold master fell in love with me, she ran away from him

Chapter 390 Heaven's Will

"Yuhua, I remember you still owe me a favor." He said

Venerable Yuhua turned his gaze to him and said calmly, "Yes."

Xuanhe chuckled, "Tell me how I can transfer my vitality to Yuxia."

Yuhua was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "You think too highly of me. If I knew, why would I watch so many people die miserably?"

"Rather than asking you, I'd rather ask Heaven, don't you think?" He sneered.

Venerable Yuhua stared at him for a few seconds, a hint of surprise in his eyes, "When did you know my identity?"

Xuanhe lowered his head and pursed his lips. "Tian Dao is the person playing chess. If you want to move the game forward, you must have a hand to push it forward, and you are the best choice."

Venerable Yuhua is the only person in the world who successfully overcame the tribulation but failed to ascend to the upper realm.

Venerable Yuhua lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the sky from afar, and said slowly and clearly:

"I am only the announcer of Heaven's will, not the executor. You are asking the wrong person."

"So, the will of Heaven is that the Lantern Festival in the New Year will end in death, right?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Venerable Yuhua did not answer this question, but just looked at him solemnly.

"Something went wrong with the Karma Disk, and it's out of the control of Heaven. What happens next depends on these few people."

As soon as these words were spoken, Suifeng already had the answer in his heart and remained silent for a long time.

"Will you help the Heavenly Dao and take action against them?"

Venerable Yuhua's expression froze for a moment, and gradually became complicated.

"I am just a reader of the way of heaven. I am still myself. You don't have to worry." He said

Xuanhe looked at him. His senior brother had told him that Yuhua was a trustworthy person.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt an itch in his throat and coughed violently a few times, with blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth again.

"Thank you."

Yuhua frowned slightly and handed the magic stone to him with a look of slight worry.

"Don't waste your time. The divine stone cannot replace the ancient fragments."

Xuanhe calmed down, but felt a little strange in his heart. If it was really useless, why would Yuhua, who had never had emotional fluctuations, be angry?

"Ah."

He responded with his mouth, but was secretly planning something in his heart.

At this time, inside the Demon Palace.

Qi An's white clothes were almost stained blood-red, his black hair was disheveled, there was blood on the bridge of his nose, and his cold white skin had lost its color and was almost transparent.

Yun'ai paced lightly, stepped casually on his blood-stained finger bones, and crushed them hard.

The boy's face suddenly twisted in pain. He opened his mouth, but only uttered hoarse and unpleasant single words.

His spiritual power was sealed, making him just like an ordinary person.

The torture has lasted for days and nights, with no end in sight.

Qi An always thought he was dead, but the next moment he woke up in pain, and this cycle repeated itself over and over again.

A huge water mirror projected the entire scene into Wangyou's eyes.

The once gentle Elder Wangyou finally lost his mind, his heart was tightly gripped, his eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty wolf.

"Let him go. If you have anything to say, come to me. He is Qian'er's child!" he roared.

But the sound could not be transmitted at all. Sikong Cangming watched with interest and a playful look in his eyes.

As if he already knew Qi An's life experience, he glanced at Yun'ai indifferently.

"You hid him very well, and you took great pains to break into my palace without alerting anyone and take away a baby."

"How on earth did you manage to bring a dead person back to life, and even openly keep a half-demon in the Tianyan Sect? Who is helping you?"

Wangyou's eyes were bloodshot, the true energy in his body was surging, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the binding formation was breaking inch by inch.

"It was you. You planned to have Yun'ai kill Qi'an. You are so vicious!"

Sikong Cangming stood up and approached him step by step, "Those who accomplish great things are indecisive and womanly. I am helping him."

"You clearly knew how much he cared about Qiqian, yet you let him kill his sister's child with his own hands without knowing it. You are truly heartless and ungrateful."

Sikong Cangming looked down at the man in the binding formation, "My bloodline shouldn't be like this. It's not about betraying me and falling in love with Ling Xiu."

"Do you know how Qiqian died?" he said lightly

Wangyou's breathing was stagnant. Even though the pain was piercing his heart and unspeakable, he still asked, "What did you do to her?"

"She is incredibly gifted. I wanted to spare her life, but she was determined to keep her love roots and protect the evil seed within her body."

Sikong Cangming said lightly, "For this reason, she dug out her demon core and tortured her for three days and three nights, nurturing the last trace of her demonic energy to nourish the fetus."

Words were like knives, each one cutting into blood. They pierced Wangyou's internal organs until they were covered in blood and the pain was unbearable.

My chest felt so suffocated that my voice almost rang with tears. "Qi Qian, why do you have to do this..."

In a trance, Wangyou seemed to see a woman smiling at him freely, so beautiful, but everything was ruined.

He shouldn't have left her and shouldn't have returned to the sect.

Sikong Cangming sneered, "Trapped by love, death is her end."

Wangyou supported himself and stood up. His gentle and elegant face was pale and his eyes were red as if they were almost bleeding.

"Oh, I will make you pay the price. Your wish for eternal life will never come true."

After he finished speaking, Wangyou's cultivation spontaneously ignited, and the strong airflow directly shattered the binding formation. Holding a long sword, he walked towards Sikong Cangming step by step.

Sikong Cangming sneered and uttered four words lightly, "You are overestimating your own abilities."

Two figures, one white and one black, entangled with each other, and spiritual power and magic power collided, making a deafening sound.

Sikong Cangming's cultivation is at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, while Wangyou is only at the early stage of Fusion, but he self-ignites his cultivation, gambles everything, and is barely able to fight him.

When masters fight, the outcome will be known in a moment.

The two streams of air collided in the air, sparks flew, and then exploded with a bang. No matter who it was, they were knocked to the ground.

Sikong Cangming's eyebrows curved, and his smile disappeared. "I really underestimated you."

Blood flowed from the corner of Wangyou's mouth. He raised his hand and wiped it away indifferently, with only endless hatred and murderous intent left in his eyes.

"You enjoy playing with others, but what will happen if you suffer the consequences?"

Sikong Cangming frowned immediately, feeling vaguely uneasy. Wangyou never tells lies and always leaves some room for retreat when doing things.

"What did you do?" he asked

Wangyou raised his eyelids slightly, the smile on his lips seemed to be mocking, but also disdainful, "Afraid? Are you afraid too, Sikong Cangming?"

Sikong Cangming's half-closed eyes opened instantly, revealing a fierce light, and his expression became even colder.

"You may have forgotten that Qi An is still in my hands."

He hooked his fingertips, and the water mirror immediately emitted the young man's hoarse and weak groan of pain.

Wangyou's expression paused, but he gripped the sword in his hand even tighter, bursting with murderous intent, but he did not stop.

"You won't cry until you see the coffin." Sikong Cangming said darkly. He sent a voice message, "Yun'ai, take Qi An to the Blood Demon Cave."