"Can't."
"Can't!"
Xiang An said in his mind, his eyes gradually turned red, and a violent aura rose from his mind, gradually infiltrating his reason.
His hands were on the ground, his fingertips dug deep into them, and the veins on his arms popped out, as if he was using all his strength to resist the will spreading in his mind.
"Remember what I told you?"
"Killing them just proves to me your determination to do things for Ganquan Peak."
"Their souls will not disperse. I will naturally resurrect them at the right time."
"And the more determination you prove, the more power I can give you."
"If I don't even have this courage and responsibility, how can I entrust Ganquan Peak and this ancestral sword to you?"
Ziyu was walking towards Xiang An, getting closer and closer.
The deep voice in Xiang An's mind also obviously became more and more impatient, even with a hint of urging.
But at this moment, Xiang An was unconscious and did not realize the change in the other party's tone.
"I……"
"I can't hurt Ling'er."
"She made me what I am today..." Xiang An was still trying to fight the madness in his mind with his remaining sanity.
He will never forget that when he was determined to practice seriously and become a master in the eyes of the world, he was often suppressed by his peers because of his past relationships.
One day Xiang An happened to be surrounded by a group of fellow students, but Zhou Ling'er who was passing by stopped them.
From that day on, Zhou Ling'er, who was only in her teens, would visit Xiang An from time to time, giving her many delicious foods, and even secretly gave him the pills he needed for cultivation that he stole from his grandfather's room.
For Xiang An to be where he is today, Zhou Linger's help is indispensable.
How could he bear to kill her!
That's the person he cares about most!
"If you don't kill her, you will die in Chu Qingxiao's hands!"
"Zhou Linger's cultivation is weak, how can she survive alone in this world?"
"Look at this Chu Qingxiao, there are countless warblers and swallows beside him. How could he let such an impatient person let you go?"
"Can you bear to see her being insulted and made worse than death?"
The voice in my head sounded again.
This time, the voice seemed to capture Xiang An's pain point.
Xiang An's expression suddenly changed, and his shaky reason showed signs of loosening at this moment.
"Think about it."
"If you die, there will be nothing left!"
"And as long as you can get all the power in the Ancestral Sword, you can not only revitalize Ganquan Peak and make him the leader of the Seven Peaks of the Sky, but you can also bring the dead back to life!"
The sound fell into Xiang An's ears, as if it had some kind of magic power.
The hesitation in Xiang An's head relaxed again, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious.
"right……"
"They're not dead."
"As long as I live, I can use the power of the ancestral sword to resurrect them."
"Ling'er... the same thing."
He murmured to himself like this, as if he wanted to convince himself through these words.
The effect of this approach was also obvious, and the look in his eyes gradually became crazy.
At this time, Ziyu finally came to him and stood still in front of him.
She lowered her head and looked down at Xiang An with disgust, as if she were looking at a puddle of foul-smelling mud.
"It's really disgusting." She muttered in a low voice, and then a purple power wrapped with huge divinity suddenly appeared in her hand, turning into a spiritual flame, beating in her palm.
But Xiang An, who was hunched over and lying on the ground, looked like an ant that had lost its fighting power and was being slaughtered by others.
Just like it was twelve years ago.
…
At this moment, Chu Qingxiao walked to the side of the prison car. He took action, and a wave of sword intent surged above his fingertips. With a slight wave of his hand, the iron lock on the prison car suddenly broke.
He opened the door of the prison van, entered it, and helped the dying Lu Qi out.
"Brother Lu! Brother Lu!"
He called Lu Qi's name loudly, trying to wake him up.
But there was no response for a while.
"His body has been eroded by the water of divine turbidity, and the power in his heart veins is thin. We need to inject spiritual power into him to restore his heart veins a little." Lu Sandao looked at it and then said to Chu Qingxiao. .
Chu Qingxiao naturally trusted Lu Sandao. After hearing this, he nodded and immediately injected the spiritual power in his body into Lu Qi's body.
Lu Qi's pale face gradually turned rosy with the injection of spiritual power. Finally, at a certain moment, his eyelids trembled slightly and then slowly opened.
"Brother Lu!" Chu Qingxiao was overjoyed when he saw this.
Lu Qi also saw Chu Qingxiao in front of him at this time. He slowly sat up and glanced around. The confusion on his face gradually faded, and he seemed to have remembered what happened.
"Brother Chu, you saved me again." He looked at Chu Qingxiao and said.
But there wasn't much joy in surviving the disaster on his face. After all, almost everyone on Ganquan Peak had died in Xiang An's hands. It was really hard for him to be happy about his survival.
Chu Qingxiao also understood this. He nodded and reached out to help Lu Qi.
…
Ziyu was not willing to stay with Xiang An for a moment longer.
As a god with pure blood, Xiang An's aura of alienness and desolation gave Ziyu a feeling of hatred from the depths of his soul.
She raised her eyebrows and flicked her fingers.
The spiritual flame in his hand suddenly jumped up from his hand and fell towards Xiang An.
The power wrapped in this spiritual flame is enough to burn out the divine turbid water in Xiang An's body in an instant, and Xiang An, who has been fused with it and is indistinguishable from each other, will also dissolve with the divine turbid water. Be nothing.
And at the moment when the spiritual flames were about to fall on Xiang An.
Xiang An's lowered head suddenly raised and looked at Ziyu.
There was a terrifying aura wrapped in his scarlet eyes, and even Ziyu was stunned at this moment.
Zheng!
The next moment, the sword blade of the Ganquan Ancestral Sword that she had snatched suddenly emitted a high-pitched sword sound, and a stream of divine turbid water rushed out from the sword body, coming between Xiang An and the purple spiritual flame. .
With just a slight touch, the turbid water quickly melted away.
But under the constant flow of divine turbid water, it was difficult for the purple spiritual flames to break through the divine turbid water in a short period of time and drip onto Xiang An's body.
"Huh?" Such a change made Ziyu frown. She looked at the sword in her hand and felt a little strange.
The evil spirit residing in Xiang An's body is now controlled by her and it is difficult to break free.
What it should do at this moment is to find a way to escape and find its next host.
But it chose to use its own power to protect Xiang An.
This is an incredible thing, especially for a cruel and evil alien god.
But at the stall where Ziyu said coldly, Xiang An suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand behind him. A stream of divine turbid water gushes out from his sleeves, like a black rope, and he is tied up. Not far behind him was Zhou Linger, who was stunned.
Immediately, the turbid water suddenly swirled, and with Zhou Linger's exclamation, he dragged it to Xiang An.
"Ling'er!" Lu Qi, who had just stood up, caught a glimpse of this scene, his heart tightened and he was about to step forward.
But his body was already extremely weak, and as soon as he took a step, the injuries in his body were affected, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he almost fell to the ground.
At this time, Zhou Ling'er had already arrived in front of Xiang An.
She looked at the familiar person in front of her with fear and asked in a trembling voice: "Xiang An, what are you going to do?"
"Don't be afraid, Ling'er." Xiang An said softly in a gentle tone.
"It won't hurt too much."
"When I get the approval of Zu Jian, I will resurrect you."
"Then we can be together forever."
As soon as he said these words, Zhou Ling'er's body suddenly trembled, and she let out a muffled groan. A sharp sword transformed from divine turbid water pierced her abdomen, and dripping blood rushed out, soaking the ground beneath her. Come on...
