Chapter 686: I Would Be Willing to Die in the Evening if I Heard the Truth in the Morning

Although Qin Ruyan is a living soul, the body in which he resides is dead and his soul cannot pass through the space channel.

So Luo Xue tried to use the evil spirit refining formation to turn Qin Ruyan into the weapon spirit of the Wind and Thunder Sword, so that she could travel through the space channel.

However, this kind of evil spell not only damages longevity, but also has a low success rate, and is also very demanding on the soul.

It not only requires the soul to be in harmony with the magical weapon, but also the willingness to transform into the spirit of the weapon.

Now Lin Fengmian couldn't care more and could only act as a doctor.

Lin Fengmian looked at Lu Letian and the two outside the formation and asked, "Luo Xue, is this technique effective on ghosts?"

If possible, he wouldn't mind spending his lifespan to take away two more people.

He was not so compassionate, but wanted to make Luo Xue feel better.

Although Luo Xue never said anything, she felt uncomfortable looking at these Qionghua disciples who had fallen into such a state under her leadership.

Therefore, if we can, even if we save one more Qionghua disciple, we can reduce Luo Xue's guilt.

Of course, he doesn't dislike Sun Yanghua or the other two, especially Lu Letian.

Luo Xue sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "They are ghosts and cannot be turned into artifact spirits, unless they use specific ghost artifacts, such as soul-suppressing flags."

Lin Fengmian couldn't help but sigh, and then temporarily suppressed the disappointment in his heart and concentrated on refining his spirit.

As the spirit refining array was refined, the threads between Qin Ruyan and the sacred tree decreased, and her soul became weaker and weaker.

But the sacred tree suddenly began to sway, and its hanging aerial roots suddenly stretched, flying towards Lin Fengmian like giant dragons.

Lin Fengmian never expected that this sacred tree that had been silent would suddenly launch an attack.

He was at a loss for what to do at the moment and could only watch the air roots approaching.

Lu Letian's expression changed slightly, but at this moment the illusion was shattered and he was defenseless.

The sword of his storage ring had been used up long ago, so he could only cut off the Qi roots with his sword.

"Just tie us up, she doesn't belong here, just let her live!"

Sun Yanghua's heart was filled with guilt and remorse, and he bowed respectfully to the sacred tree.

"Back then, when I was at the end of my rope, I made the promise without the consent of other disciples due to my own selfish interests."

"Every mistake is my fault. Please let the tree spirit free those disciples who want to die."

But the sacred tree remained unmoved, its branches kept swaying, and more and more air roots flew in like giant dragons.

It seemed to be angry, as if it was saying: "I've raised you for so long, and you're not grateful, but you're still betraying me?"

Lu Letian used his hand as a sword and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, this tree has been transformed into a demon, so why bother talking about it."

Fortunately, the suppression of power here has the same effect on the Mitian Sacred Tree, otherwise Lu Letian would not be its opponent at all.

However, each Qi root is equivalent to a Nascent Soul Dzogchen, which still makes him embarrassed.

Sun Yanghua looked down at the Mitian Peak with black smoke rising everywhere. Hearing the painful wails of his disciples, he felt a sense of determination in his heart.

He used his remaining left arm to form a sword, and struck out with one sword after another frantically, cutting off the energy root.

He carried the giant dragon-like air roots and walked step by step towards the sacred tree.

Lu Letian was stunned and said, "Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Sun Yanghua looked forward firmly: "Since it was me who made the big mistake, I should end it."

"I want to cut off the shackles of this sacred tree and give Qionghua disciples a chance to escape!"

He strode forward, and the aura roots and illusions emitted by the sacred tree could not stop him at all.

"He can't kill the Demon Tree, but you can give him a drop of my blood!" Luo Xue said.

Lin Fengmian was stunned for a moment, then opened the storage ring, carefully took out a drop of Luo Xue's blood essence and flicked it towards Sun Yanghua.

"Senior Brother Sun, this blood has the effect of destroying evil, you put it into the body!"

Sun Yanghua was burned by Luo Xue's blood, feeling the terrifying power contained in the blood, and looked at him in shock.

"I guess you have some conscience!"

He was not only referring to Lin Fengmian's sending of blood, but also to the fact that he did not use the blood to hurt them.

But he didn't know that Lin Fengmian couldn't use Luo Xue's blood at all, let alone hurt them.

Sun Yanghua condensed the blood on his fingertips and suddenly laughed.

"I finally understand. It turns out that this is what the heart wants and what the sword means. I am the sword, and the sword is me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Yanghua suddenly turned into a giant thunder sword and headed straight for the sacred tree.

The sacred tree swayed its branches and leaves crazily, and countless air roots came in, trying to stop Sun Yanghua, but to no avail.

Those blocking Qi roots were broken under the strikes of the Thunder Giant Sword, unable to cause any hindrance to him.

Finally, the giant thunder sword was inserted into the sacred tree with a bang, and the sacred tree suddenly trembled violently.

The drop of Luo Xue's blood was injected into the sacred tree, and the sacred tree suddenly shone brightly with lightning and filled with cold air.

The entire sacred tree seemed to be suppressed by this force, and suddenly became sluggish.

After the thunder sword dissipated, Sun Yanghua stood under the tree, his body quickly turning into ashes, and he was also purified by the power in his blood.

His voice echoed throughout Mitian Peak: "Within half an hour, all disciples who do not want to be trapped in reincarnation can disperse their souls on their own."

Their zombie souls were trapped by the Heavenly Sacred Tree. Before their souls collapsed, they could not commit suicide or harm each other's souls.

Now the sacred tree was immobilized by Luo Xue's essence and blood, giving everyone a chance to commit suicide in a split second.

After hearing Sun Yanghua's words, the disciples on Chaotian Peak made their choices.

Many disciples chose to return to heaven and earth, to end this day-to-day cycle, and were unwilling to become puppets again.

They laughed and dispersed their souls, or helped each other to be free.

But there were also disciples who feared death and were willing to continue to survive in this way and continue to live forever.

Some Taoist couples looked at each other affectionately and chose to continue to accompany each other here.

Even if it was the same day, it was enough for them.

Lin Fengmian looked at the soul power rising everywhere, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Luo Xue, if they die here, will they have a chance to enter reincarnation?"

Luo Xue was a little sad and said in a lost state: "If they are outside, there is still a possibility, but here, there is not much hope!"

Lin Fengmian couldn't help but sigh, and turned to look at Sun Yanghua who was dissipating.

Sun Yanghua was injured by Luo Xue's blood and was bitten back by the sacred tree. At this moment, he was scattered, but there was a smile on his face.

"If I can hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening, Junior Brother Lu..."

He hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Qin Ruyan and smiled: "And Junior Sister Qin, I have no regrets in my life."

Lu Letian's eyes were extremely sad, but he forced a smile and said: "Farewell, Senior Brother!"

In the soul refining array, Qin Ruyan's soul was semi-transparent, and he also murmured: "Farewell, Senior Brother!"

Sun Yanghua's soul was gradually dissipating, his consciousness was blurred, and he was about to be swallowed by the endless darkness.

At this moment, Lin Fengmian suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted: "Capture the soul and send the spirit!"

Sun Yanghua's soul was pulled by an invisible force, uncontrollably turning into black smoke, gradually condensing in Lin Fengmian's hand.