Chapter 1858

"No matter, Miaozhantian's soul is exhausted and tottering; it's just the right time for me to pick up the scraps; if I don't go, everyone will die here." He Lingchuan pressed his lapels; the divine bone necklace was not only heating up but also jumping non-stop, more impatient than ever before. "But before that—"

He raised his wrist and suddenly shot a sleeve arrow toward the broken wood and branches on the side: "Come out."

The wind blew through the broken wood, and there was nothing else.

He Lingchuan said coldly: "Still want to hide? Your blood smell is too choking; I can smell it from however far away."

After saying this, he casually took down the Soul-Absorbing Mirror and shone it toward a waste forest not far away.

The mirror emitted a concentrated strong light, and everyone saw that, apart from a pile of messy withered branches and dead wood, a crow was standing there, tilting its head directly under the strong light.

Its eyes were dark red, reflecting agate-like light under the strong light.

It could change into thousands of forms, unlike these miserable humans who could only stay here and wait for death.

He Lingchuan, however, waved his hand: "No rush."

The crow jumped forward two steps: "Miaozhantian has won, you are all dead!"

Even Miaozhantian had to manually open the Eye of Truth to discover the Blood Demon's whereabouts; but in He Lingchuan's eyes, the blood light on its body shot straight into the sky, comparable to a moving lighthouse, and it was constantly flashing red light; it would be strange if he couldn't see it.

A bundle of spider silk shot over; Zhu Xiuer didn't like its tone.

He Lingchuan wasn't angry at all: "In other words, you actually have no certainty of deceiving Miaozhantian and leaving the Inverted Sea, right?"

Xiao Wencheng didn't make a sound, which counted as tacit agreement.

So, He Xiao should have watched the battle between the two great powerhouses from beginning to end, and also knew that Qianhuan had unfortunately died in battle in Panlong Isolated City.

Even Xiao Wencheng couldn't say clearly which one the Immortal Venerable hated more.

The Blood Demon was surprised: "You can see the karmic debt on my body?"

The crow blinked and didn't make a sound.

"Blood Demon!" When did this guy find them?

Both sides were at daggers drawn.

This crow mouth! Dong Rui was displeased: "Whose side are you on? If we are unlucky, you won't be any better off. You killed the Heavenly Demon by His side."

Zhu Xiuer said coldly: "Prey targeted by a great Heavenly Demon has only a dead end in such a closed space as the Inverted Sea, including you!"

Then, Xiao Wencheng stepped across the mirror.

This crow body had been slightly injured when fighting the Cave Infant King, and it wasn't as agile as before.

Xiao Wencheng raised his hand, and the golden sword hovered beside him, ready to strike at any time.

Dong Rui's Bat Demon Puppet suddenly jumped forward two steps, making a gesture to pounce.

"Island Master He, the Immortal Venerable has unfortunately fallen." Xiao Wencheng looked at He Lingchuan with eyes that were complex and hard to understand. "I think you already know."

Miaozhantian was dealt with by Qianhuan personally, and He Lingchuan was outside the sea of consciousness, beyond His reach, so He could only leave it to His disciples.

This wasn't a lie. The moment the Blood Demon approached, He Lingchuan knew, without needing the divine bone necklace to prompt him.

It brought credit to surrender, and Miaozhantian might not kill it.

"Just by you, you can't kill me anymore." He Lingchuan said concisely.

"You are covered in blood debts and evil karma; no matter how far away, I can see you at a glance." It saw that He Lingchuan wanted to borrow the Blood Demon's power.

Qianhuan died, and his and the Illusion Sect's sky collapsed.

He Lingchuan changed the subject directly: "When you were captured back then, it was also because True Person Qianhuan set up such an illusion, and you couldn't get out, right?"

The Blood Demon hummed: "I had no grievances with Miaozhantian in the past, and He didn't need to deliberately make things difficult for me. Hehe, I'll kill you all and then go find Miaozhantian, good!"

Everyone expressed understanding. If they were Xiao Wencheng, they wouldn't want to come over now either.

A few breaths later, there were ripples in the mirror.

He Lingchuan could not only discover it, but also knew when it came—probably when Miaozhantian in the Haoyuan Golden Mirror climbed out of the giant pit.

He seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, his calm and composed demeanor as Sect Master vanishing without a trace.

He Lingchuan stared at it and asked: "Then why are you looking for us?"

There was no response from the other side of the mirror.

The abacus beads were clicking so loudly, He Lingchuan heard them. He also smiled: "Did you forget one thing?"

Without waiting for the Blood Demon to answer, he patted the Haoyuan Golden Mirror: "Sect Master Xiao, please come over, there is something to discuss."

Even Qianhuan wouldn't be able to see it without running his cultivation technique.

Zhu Xiuer immediately stepped forward, blocking He Lingchuan's side front.

"You lurked near me, wanting to take advantage of my soul entering the mirror to occupy my skin?" He Lingchuan understood. On Shilong Peak, the moment Xiao Wencheng released the Blood Demon, this thing came to find He Lingchuan; it seemed it still hadn't given up.

The crow hurriedly dodged, but a strand of spider silk still stuck to its wing, sticking it to a piece of broken wood.

So it hid here, not only coveting He Lingchuan's body but also wanting to kill all these living people.

The Immortal Venerable pointed out that He Xiao was the mastermind; the last order given to Xiao Wencheng before self-detonating his soul was indeed to require the Illusion Sect to hunt down He Lingchuan! He had two great enemies, Miaozhantian and He Lingchuan.

The Blood Demon giggled: "Anyway, you'll die if you enter the sea of consciousness; it's a pity for this body to be ownerless, so why not give it to me."

"True Person Qianhuan couldn't do anything to me back then; now that Miaozhantian has occupied the Inverted Sea, what can He do to me?" The Blood Demon giggled. "As long as the clam shell opens, I can leave at the first moment."

"Crows like to circle around those who are about to die, don't you know?" The Blood Demon giggled. "I can smell the death aura on you!"

He Lingchuan, however, stood with his hands behind his back: "Before Qianhuan self-detonated, did He order you to kill me?"

His sand table couldn't display the battles in Qianhuan's sea of consciousness and Panlong Isolated City, but Qianhuan had told him that He Lingchuan's Haoyuan Golden Mirror could probably do it.

The Blood Demon's light flickered slightly, hesitating when to step forward.

The Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds specialized in catching those with deep evil karma; this wasn't a lie to deceive the world.

But the Blood Demon didn't care. How many people had died in the lower realm of the Inverted Sea? Changing bodies was like playing for it. It asked He Lingchuan: "How did you discover me?"

He Lingchuan added: "Sect Master Xiao, Miaozhantian is still alive. If you don't come again, the Heavenly Palace will occupy the Inverted Sea."

The Illusion Sect elders had almost all perished, and Xiao Wencheng came alone; He Lingchuan's side, however, had a full lineup. Fighting one against many, even as strong as Xiao Wencheng, didn't have the advantage.

Not to mention Xiao Wencheng had experienced a series of battles, his own consumption was great, unlike He Lingchuan and Dong Rui who were well-rested and prepared for the unexpected?

As for those few hundred people in the Illusion Sect, forget it, don't mention them.

Therefore, True Person Qianhuan was destined to have this hatred last forever.

He Lingchuan grabbed the opportunity before the Blood Demon could speak and continued: "Besides, look at who is in the mirror!"

The scene in the mirror was the figure in Panlong Isolated City:

Miaozhantian had already climbed out of the giant pit of Qianhuan's self-detonation, walking unsteadily for the first few steps, but the pace became firmer and firmer, and the wounds on His body were also slowly healing.