What Murong Yin wanted was Murong Jing's loyalty, not death.
After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand toward the altar, drawing an obscure aura to himself, which made Murong Jing feel much more relaxed in an instant.
Murong Jing raised her head and looked directly into his eyes and replied: "You said that when we put on this mask, we are not us. I can return this mask to you, or I can return this surname to you."
Murong Jing's voice was very calm, so calm that she didn't seem to be eroded by the hot pain. She said slowly: "I am so stupid. I was so stupid that I thought you would not hurt me despite doubting me several times. I was so stupid that I thought I could resist anything. Gotta come down.”
Murong Yin narrowed his eyes and said: "I have always treated you as my daughter, so I want to give you a better choice as much as possible. You should understand my mood and difficulties. Sometimes, we need to wear this mask. I can promise you that when a powerful mortal appears in the Murong family, even if you want to be with Mu Qing, I will not stop you."
Murong Jing's eyes dropped slightly. On the ground, a pool of blood spread from Murong Yin's feet. This stalemate seemed to be a kind of torture for both of them.
"good."
"What did you say?"
When he heard Murong Jing's answer, Murong Yin couldn't believe it and even took a step forward.
When he came to his senses, he said with relief in his eyes: "Don't worry, I just asked you to make a choice. I never wanted to hurt you."
"Now, just let go of your guard."
Murong Jing nodded calmly and closed her eyes. The next moment, a powerful force rushed towards Murong Yin.
Murong Yin staggered, the blood stains on his body became deeper, and he asked in shock: "What are you doing?"
Murong Jing's condition was no better than that of Murong Yin. She straightened her shoulders and back, forced to swallow the blood that surged into her mouth, and continuously sent the true energy in her body into the mask.
"You are crazy! You will definitely die if you do this!"
Murong Yin changed the seal on his hand, trying to block the connection between the two masks, but Murong Jing's prepared blow came extremely fiercely, and the transferred power had already come to him.
This influx of power brought Murong Yin's body to the limit of what it could bear in the blink of an eye. When he saw that Murong Jing had no intention of stopping, his eyes completely turned cold and he immediately mobilized his connection with the altar.
When all the obscure and majestic auras on the altar pressed against her, Murong Jing's shoulders finally fell off.
The blood was like tears, flowing from her slender neck into the collar, but she still did not stop injecting Qi into the mask.
One after another, as the true energy in her body rushed into the mask like a torrent, Murong Jing was completely at a disadvantage when facing the aura of the altar. After a few breaths, she tilted her body and fell directly. On the altar.
"Asshole!"
Murong Yin yelled angrily.
He could no longer care about whether Murong Jing was dead or alive, because until now, there was still a powerful force coming towards the mask on his face.
At the critical moment of life and death, he turned around and rushed towards the stone door covered with sealing runes, and slapped it heavily with his palm.
Amidst the ripples, the runes on the stone door immediately lit up, sending out a series of powerful and arrogant lights. Murong Yin's face was filled with joy. When the power in his body was released, he felt refreshed and refreshed like never before.
He finally had time to care about Murong Jing's life or death, and said in a deep voice: "Why are you so decisive? If this continues, we won't be able to accomplish anything."
Murong Jing lay on the altar, closed her eyes, and was silent for a while before asking: "You asked me to let go of my guard, do you want to replant the Taoist bond in me?"
"Yes!" Murong Yin warned with unprecedented simplicity, "I know you don't want to hear any reasons, but you have to understand that if you continue like this, you will definitely die!"
"Then you terminate the ceremony at the altar and let me go."
With cold snow in his eyes, Murong Yin replied: "Once the ceremony starts, I can no longer control it. You can only walk down by yourself, and all you need to do is to let go of your guard, and I will naturally help you simulate Murong's appearance." The breath of blood.”
Murong Jing suddenly chuckled, followed by several heartbreaking coughs. She asked: "How can you be so embarrassed to say that you treat me as your daughter? You gave me a choice, and I also gave it to you." You have a choice, but the choice you gave me does not have the answer I want."
"I have always just wanted to be myself. Can you give me such a choice?"
"Overflowing freedom means death. I called you to Hidden Valley to protect you."
Murong Jing suddenly became quiet.
A warning sign arose in Murong Yin's heart. He glanced towards the altar from the corner of his eye, and saw only a faint white light rushing towards him.
"boom!"
The Suzaku Thorn, which had been promoted to a Taoist soldier, was summoned by its master's mind and used its maximum speed. When Murong Yin discovered it, it had already crashed into Murong Yin's back.
Murong Yin was furious, and under the control of his will to survive, he unleashed the most extreme response.
He half-turned his body and grabbed the Suzaku Thorn with a big dry hand as fast as a hair.
In the ear-piercing sonic boom, the short thorn directly pierced the palm, and the flesh and blood melted rapidly, revealing the broken white bones.
At this moment, Murong Yin was extremely angry and asked loudly: "You want to kill me?"
Murong Jing, who was on the altar, had keenly noticed that the pressure of the altar was weakening. A trace of hatred flashed in her eyes. She stood up with support, looked down at Murong Yin from the altar and said, "You are still here until now. Lie to me. The more I attack you, the weaker the altar's suppression becomes."
Murong Yin was silent for a moment and replied: "It's just that we have different stances on many things. I didn't do anything wrong."
"On the way back, I once thought that if you could agree to my being with Mu Qing, it would be okay even if I don't leave Murong's house." Murong Jing's eyes looked sad as she continued: "He also said that here It’s my natal family, and if you can agree to us being together, he won’t leave Hidden Valley.”
Murong Yin's face became very ugly, and he didn't know if he regretted reaching this point, but in the end he just lowered his jaw slightly and said, "You really should know how difficult it is for the Murong family to train you."
"Ha~" All the sad and weak emotions in Murong Jing's eyes disappeared like smoke. When she spoke again, her voice was full of determination: "I will return all these things to you now!"
Murong Yin watched helplessly as Murong Jing reached for the mask, and his tone became colder than ever before: "You will die!"
Forcibly peeling off the mask will trigger the weapon soul attack. Murong Jing in this state is bound to die.
Murong Jing ignored him. When 70% of the energy in her body rushed towards the mask, she took off the mask without hesitation.
"Pfft——"
Finally, she couldn't hold it back and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the mask.
The mask trembled violently, and after flying into the air, a palm-sized fire bird spirit rushed out of the mask. When it flashed its wings, its lifelike eyes glanced at Murong Jing, and after a bird chirp, He rushed towards Murong Yin.
Murong Yin's eyes were full of shock and anger, he gathered the strength in his body and punched forward.
The pressure of the altar was a little weaker at this moment. Murong Jing didn't even bother to wipe the blood from her jaw, and rushed off the altar with just a tip of her toes.
She didn't look to see the effect of the blow, because her original intention was not to hurt anyone but to escape from trouble. She rushed towards the entrance of the passage calmly. When she heard the loud noise behind her, she suddenly realized that she had rushed out of the forbidden area. road.
Intense pain swept through her whole body like a wave. Murong Jing's knees weakened and she staggered to her knees on the ground, coughing up blood and gasping for air.
The reason why the weapon spirit turned around to attack Murong Yin was not due to spiritual knowledge.
After injuring Murong Yin, Murong Jing found that Murong Yin's control over the altar and the mask had weakened a bit. Fortunately, she had re-refined the mask when she released the Taoist deed, so she regained control just now. mask.
Although it was only for a moment, it gave him a chance to escape from the forbidden area.
Murong Jing stood up and looked a little dazed when she raised her head.
The moonlight flooded into the bottom of this deep pit at some point. Along with the moonlight, there was also the smell of rotten leaves unique to Nanluo Forest. Everything was so clear.
Tonight, she left two magic weapons, nearly 70% of her true energy, and a heart that was willing to believe in the forbidden area behind her. What she took away was only a tired body that had been injured.
But she has no regrets. She will not repay her kindness with freedom and love.
Murong Yin only mentioned one thing, and that was to open the stone chamber. In Murong Jing's view, she had done everything she could.
Breathing the free air at this moment, she jumped lightly, returned to the ground, and disappeared into the gentle forest in the blink of an eye.
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In the forbidden area, Murong Yin stood silently, with his head lowered.
The clothes on his body were torn into strands by the impact just now, and the two hands hanging by his side were still penetrated by short thorns in his left hand, while his right hand was firmly holding a dim mask.
He slowly raised his right hand and his eyes fell on the mask. When he saw the blood stains on it, his eyes suddenly jumped to other places. There was finally a trace of murderous intent deep in his eyes, and he whispered: " I fed you when you were little, and I taught you many things when you grew up."
Suddenly, he threw the mask to the ground, and his tone became fierce: "But you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, the fuck, you actually attacked me! You actually wanted to kill me!"
Murong Yin clutched his chest and gasped violently. In the end, he bent over and vomited a pool of blood.
A voice sounded in the gap between his breathing: "Brother?"
Murong Yin's expression suddenly changed, and he forcefully swallowed the blood in his mouth. When he looked sideways, the stone door that was originally sealed by runes seemed to have opened a gap.
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