Until one day, the enemy arrived and the sect was destroyed.
It rained very hard that day, and all the disciples of the sect went to fight the enemy. Mo Zunyue took her sword and went out in a panic.
Sang Qi blocked her, "Don't go!"
Mo Zunyue's face was full of determination, "I will live and die with the sect."
Sang Qi couldn't compete with her and silently let go.
Among the enemies was a powerful man in the Mahayana stage. He broke through the Xuantian Sect's mountain-protecting formation, and the elders of the sect joined forces to hold him back.
The disciples met the enemy angrily and fought all night.
Mo Zunyue watched helplessly as the elders fell, her parents fell, and the disciples fell, but there was nothing she could do.
She screamed in the rain of blood and went crazy, but her strength was still too low.
Sang Qi grabbed her and said, "Let's go. I'll take revenge on them someday."
Mo Zunyue was so angry that she lost her mind and broke away from Sang Qi's hand, "I won't leave, I want them to die now."
Sang Qi grabbed Mo Zunyue, put his hands on Mo Zunyue's shoulders, and looked directly into her eyes, "Zunyue, stay alive. Only by living can you have a chance to pay for their blood debt."
Mo Zunyue slowly calmed down and looked at the broken Xuantian Sect, with the corpses of her fellow disciples lying on the ground. Under the heavy rain, she didn't know whether it was tears or rain on her face.
She helplessly got into Sang Qi's arms, "What should I do, what should I do? My father is dead, my mother is dead, the elders and my classmates are all dead."
Sang Qi hugged the soft body in his arms tightly. At this moment, he felt that he would have no regrets in dying for her.
He carefully pushed away the person in his arms, held Mo Zunyue's little face, and said seriously every word, "I'll drag them, you go first."
"What about you? What should you do?"
"You find a safe place to hide. I will find you alive. Don't worry. You just need to wait for me. Just wait for me. I will definitely find you alive."
After saying that, he turned around decisively and led the person away alone.
Mo Zunyue fled down the mountain, and she looked back.
On the top of the mountain, there was a thunderstorm, and the young man who said he would live to see her fell to the ground with thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
Mo Zunyue hid at the foot of the mountain for two days until her enemy left for a long time.
She climbed up the mountain in panic.
On the top of the mountain where corpses lay scattered everywhere, she could see Sang Qi tied into a sieve at a glance.
She didn't care about anything, not even the bones of her parents, and rushed in front of Sang Qi.
The blood on the ground dyed her light-colored dress red. It dried and then dyed wet. The dark red blood made her face look increasingly pale.
Just like the magical and gorgeous mandala flowers blooming under the netherworld.
She hugged Sang Qi's head in panic, her fingers and even her hair were trembling.
"Don't die. You said you would come to me alive. You can't break your promise. You are the only family I have. You must not die."
Mo Zunyue's voice was filled with sadness, like a cry in the dark night.
She reached out tremblingly to explore Sang Qi's consciousness.
His consciousness was still there.
His consciousness is still there!
Mo Zunyue's body tensed up, fearing that it was just her illusion, she quickly went to explore his Dantian.
The spiritual power of Dantian dried up, and Nascent Soul fell into a deep sleep.
If the Nascent Soul is here, there is still hope.
Mo Zunyue seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw. She gave all her spiritual power to Sang Qi, trying to save his last breath.
A few years ago, the world of cultivation held a competition for the younger generation, and the first place reward was a Nirvana Pill.
Taking the Nirvana Pill, as long as the soul is not completely destroyed, the effect of the medicine can keep the body alive.
But Sang Qi was injured too seriously and was on the verge of death. This kind of injury could not be cured by ordinary elixirs.
She needs to take him to find a famous alchemy cultivator. That alchemy cultivator is now in the integration stage. He refined the Nirvana Pill. He must have a way to save people.
Mo Zunyue collected the corpses of his sect members, arranged the funeral arrangements for his parents, put on a pair of coarse clothes and linen, and carried Sang Qi on his back to Yao Valley.
She didn't dare to fly with her sword, and she didn't dare to go to crowded places, so she could only walk in the wilderness and forests.
The monsters in the forest roared continuously, and for the first time, Mo Zunyue felt that these monsters were so terrifying.
Her spiritual energy had almost given Sang Qi his life, and now even if she encountered a mid-level monster, it could kill her, and both of them were buried in the monster's mouth.
Fortunately, she was very lucky and had no accidents along the way.
But how can powerful alchemists be so easy to meet? Their elixirs are hard to come by, and even rich and powerful people may not be able to meet them if they come to ask for them.
Mo Zunyue couldn't even enter the valley.
At that moment, Mo Zunyue threw away all her previous pride, knelt in front of the valley, kowtowed repeatedly, and begged the other party to save Sang Qi.
That kneeling lasted for three months.
In the past three months, her forehead was bruised, scabbed, and bruised again...
The little spiritual energy he accumulated in his body was given to Sang Qi to hang on to his life.
The power of the Nirvana Pill is limited. When the power of the medicine is exhausted, Sang Qi may die.
Mo Zunyue became more and more frightened.
That day, she was extremely pious, "I am willing to use my life in exchange for his life, and I hope the alchemist will make it happen."
"really?"
The alchemist was a boy-faced man with white hair. He looked at Mo Zunyue who had smashed his head and asked her calmly.
Mo Zunyue, however, was grasping at straws. She knelt forward and grabbed the alchemist's clothes tightly, fearing that he would run away. "Seriously, please save him."
"No regrets?"
"No regrets!"
The alchemist gave an indifferent smile and said, "Follow me."
There are large medicinal fields in the valley, with several thatched huts on the edge.
The alchemist checked Sang Qi up and down, "It's not difficult to revive him, but if you want to prevent his foundation from being damaged and he can go far in his practice in the future, he needs some medicine."
"What medicine? I'll find it."
"Soul Yuan."
Mo Zunyue clenched her hands tightly.
Soul Yuan is extracted and refined from a person's soul. This method is generally used by evil cultivators.
He is also shameless. Once people in the world of cultivation find out, he will become the enemy of all monks and attack him in groups.
Mo Zunyue gritted her teeth and said, "I'll find it."
The alchemist raised his eyes and looked at her, "Why harm others when you save your friend? Aren't you willing to trade one life for another? Then...
Use your soul energy. "
Mo Zunyue's body froze suddenly, and she looked at Sang Qi, who looked defeated.
A face that was too beautiful to look at was now crumbling like a flower that was about to wither.
After a long while, she said, "Okay."
The alchemist chuckled lightly, "In the world of cultivation where everyone pursues strength, there are really not many people as stupid as you. Don't worry, I just want the soul element, not your death."
Mo Zunyue breathed a sigh of relief.
For a long time afterwards, Mo Zunyue thought that it would be better to just die.
I want her soul essence, but I don't want her to die.
Then there is only one way.
Tear off half of her soul and refine it into soul essence, so she doesn't have to die.
But it hurts.
It is more painful than the punishment of thousands of arrows piercing the heart, thousands of knives and Lingchi's punishment.
