Xiao Yifeng stood there, feeling a little confused, as if he was still hungover.
He shook his head vigorously to hold back the splitting headache.
After using the Hand of Destiny for a long time, the backlash of this destiny technique made his mind a little unclear.
In the current situation, even if I use the power of reincarnation to increase my body, I can't do anything to anyone in this state.
Looking at the Hanshui Heavenly Corpse charging toward him, Xiao Yifeng gritted his teeth and held on, gathering energy in his dantian.
It seems that he has to use his strongest trick after all.
He shouted: "He Xuanmiao, you are still working for the tiger! Do you know that Zhao Zhihan was killed by this bastard Zao Wuji!"
After his real name was revealed, Hanshui Tianzhi moved his hands and said hoarsely: "What are you talking about?"
"I said, Zhao Wuji killed Zhao Zhihan with his own hands!" Xiao Yifeng said word by word.
Now that he knew the whole story and was feeling unwell, he decided to use his most powerful mouth-escape technique to instigate rebellion against the enemy.
If the instigation of rebellion fails, the power of reincarnation can only be in this state and burn one's life.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhao Wuji said in shock.
Now He Xuanmiao was his last trump card, and he couldn't let him be won over.
Xiao Yifeng cursed angrily: "Zhao Wuji, in order to compete for the position of palace master, you asked Luo Hu to help you, ruthlessly killed your own daughter and framed the Han family. Are you still a human being?"
"I didn't! Zhihan died, and I was sadder than anyone else!"
Zhao Wuji said as if he was slandered and extremely angry.
Xiao Yifeng said coldly: "Zhao Zhihan told me personally that you suppressed her soul with the soul-suppressing needle that day, trapped her alive in your body, and refined her into the Jimu Heavenly Corpse!"
"Her soul is trapped in her body and keeps begging you for mercy, but you just let all the ghosts eat her and turn her into a living corpse with your own hands!"
Zhao Wuji's face turned pale, and he looked back blankly at the blood coffin, feeling a little confused.
This is the most secret thing in his heart. No one knows it except himself. How could he know about Qisha?
Was it really Zhihan who told him?
But when he saw He Xuanmiao, he frowned and said, "You're talking nonsense. Do you have any evidence?"
Xiao Yifeng sneered and said: "I have no evidence, but I saw it with my own eyes and I know how you deceived He Xuanmiao at that time!"
"Uncle Zhao, I have a body of water and cold. I am more suitable to be a corpse than you. Zhihan is gone, and I don't want to live anymore."
"How is this possible? You are still young and have a bright future. I..."
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Xiao Yifeng vividly recounted the natural conversation between the two, making Zhao Wuji's heart sink.
Finally, he looked at He Xuanmiao and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Wuji has been a beast from beginning to end. Are you still going to help him?"
He Xuanmiao fell silent, and the corpse aura around him dissipated, revealing that heroic but pale face.
"Uncle Zhao, is this true?"
Zhao Wuji broke the jar and said angrily: "Luo Hu forced me to do it. Do you think I want to kill her? I regret it all the time, that is my daughter!"
Seeing that the old bastard was still acting, Qin Miaomiao chuckled and said, "Palace Master Zhao, can you stop pretending? I didn't expect you to be more cruel than me."
Zhao Wuji roared ferociously: "Shut up, if you hadn't forced me, how could I have killed Zhihan? It was all you!"
He stopped, and Xiao Yifeng, who was both strong on the outside and strong on the other, was happy to stop and seize the time to restore the spiritual power in his body.
Zhao Wuji looked like he was in an emotional breakdown, crying bitterly: "Luo Hu said that Zhihan has the body of Jimu and asked me to sacrifice her. I was afraid of death at that time, so..."
He slapped himself one hand after another, and said with tears streaming down his face: "I'm not a human, I'm a beast."
"I have been repenting all the time these years and wanted to resurrect Zhihan. For this, I have endured humiliation for hundreds of years."
He looked at the blood coffin and said with an affectionate expression: "Do you know how painful it is for me every time the so-called Immortal Liquid is extracted from her body?"
Xiao Yifeng sneered and said: "Painful? Then why don't you just go with her and commit suicide? If you can't do it, I will help you!"
Zhao Wuji's tone was choked, and he looked anxiously as he looked at the formation that was gradually dimming due to the loss of subsequent sacrifices.
The formation at this moment was because Xiao Yifeng was competing for food, so even if the sacrifices of Xiao Yifeng and others were included, the total amount would only be about one and a half Mahayana.
There is still one and a half Mahayana left.
But how can there be one and a half Mahayana monks?
"There's no time. If the blood sacrifice doesn't continue, it will fail!"
Zhao Wuji anxiously said to He Xuanmiao: "Yes, I deserve death, but now the resurrection of Zhihan is right in front of me."
He Xuanmiao was obviously a little anxious when he looked at the dim blood sacrifice formation, but he looked at Zhao Wuji with uncertain eyes.
Zhao Wuji begged, "Xuan Miao, help me!"
Xiao Yifeng said coldly: "Do you think anyone will believe your lies? I think you are clearly doing it for your own immortality plan!"
Qin Miaomiao also spoke up: "That's right, with such a deep love between father and daughter, why don't you sacrifice yourself with blood?"
At this critical moment, Zhao Wuji laughed crazily and said, "Do you think I don't dare?"
He looked at He Xuan Miao, his eyes full of determination, and said in a deep voice: "Xuan Miao, there is no time, I will atone for my sins first!"
"When Zhihan comes back to life, say sorry to her for me. It's dad who is sorry for her!"
Immediately, he swayed and rushed towards the Corpse Divine Tree like lightning, and a majestic blood energy suddenly burst out.
This blood energy surged out like a tidal wave and was instantly absorbed by the Corpse Divine Tree.
Without hesitation, he took the initiative to sacrifice himself.
Blood energy and cultivation are like rushing rivers, continuously flowing towards the sacred tree.
Zhao Wuji's body began to wither and age rapidly, but there was no hesitation on his resolute expression.
He knelt down in front of the Divine Corpse Tree, and all his blood and cultivation were sucked away.
The light in his eyes dimmed and he murmured in a low voice: "Zhihan..."
The roots of the corpse tree did not touch his withered corpse, allowing him to kneel in front of the blood sacrifice formation.
Because this body is just like the rest of the Xuanyin Palace, it is just a pile of dregs with no nutrition.
This scene shocked everyone present.
Zhao Wuji actually dedicated himself, dedicating all his cultivation and blood to the Corpse God Tree.
Is this the Weasel's sincere New Year greetings to the Rooster?
After the Corpse Divine Tree obtained Zhao Wuji's blood, it seemed that its desire was completely ignited.
The blood sacrifice formation once again shone with faint light, and only the last half of the Mahayana's power was needed to complete the ritual.
The Corpse Tree has fallen into madness. Its huge canopy expanded suddenly, like a blood-devouring monster, full of violence and greed.
The roots of the corpse tree were like poisonous snakes, frantically grabbing at Xiao Yifeng, Qin Miaomiao and other Mahayana, trying to suck them dry to complete the blood sacrifice ceremony.
"It's impossible, it's definitely a scam!" Xiao Yifeng said loudly.
He Xuanmiao looked at Zhao Wuji's withered corpse, and suddenly the corner of his mouth made a strange angle, and his eyes were unclear.
He slowly turned around, looked at Xiao Yifeng and the two of them, and said with an indifferent expression: "You guys die!"
He formed a knife with his hands and flew an extremely sharp water blade towards Xiao Yifeng.
