manynovel Chapter 3293 Lesser Fullness (Even in Death, No Regrets)
Chapter 3293 Lesser Fullness (Even in Death, No Regrets)
Xie Ze opened his mouth with difficulty and silently uttered two words.
Although there was no sound, Zhou Wenlun understood.
That is—"waste".
"court death!"
Zhou Wenlun was furious. He pointed his right hand like a knife, and a dazzling golden light condensed at his fingertips.
Just as he was about to deliver a fatal blow, he seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.
The anger on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by an extremely cold and cruel smile.
He released his grip on Xie Ze's neck, letting Xie Ze slam against the stone wall like a tattered sack.
"No, killing you would be too easy for you."
Zhou Wenlun clapped his hands gracefully and turned to look at Yang Rui below.
"Yang Rui, do you know? Xiaoman has already changed into the wedding dress I prepared for her."
Upon hearing this, Yang Rui's body stiffened abruptly, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
"She...she wore it?"
"of course."
Zhou Wenlun admired the look of utter despair on Yang Rui's face, and his tone became unusually gentle.
"She looked really beautiful in that dress."
"Although she kept crying and calling your names, she eventually obediently tied the belt."
He walked up to Yang Rui, squatted down, and looked directly into Yang Rui's empty eyes.
"Thanks to you all, Xiaoman is so obedient."
"She said she would do anything to save your lives."
"So, Yang Rui, you have to live well."
"If you die, all her efforts will have been in vain."
"When the time comes, I'll make her chop your corpse up and feed it to the fish. Guess what her expression will be?"
Yang Rui's body trembled violently, and a desperate hoarse sound came from his throat.
That was the news he feared most.
For their sake, the junior sister ultimately chose that path of no return.
That sense of guilt, that feeling of helplessness and frustration, transformed into an invisible hand, completely crushing the last line of defense in his heart.
"Junior Sister..."
Yang Rui's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"Hahahaha!"
Zhou Wenlun laughed loudly, his laughter filled with madness and joy.
"Is this what they call camaraderie among fellow disciples? It's ridiculously fragile!"
He turned around and coldly glanced at Xie Ze, whose face was also deathly pale, on the stone wall.
"Enjoy your last moments."
"I will take you to the wedding in two days."
"When the time comes, remember to smile brightly."
After saying that, Zhou Wenlun waved his sleeve, and his figure transformed into a golden light, instantly disappearing into the death row.
Xie Ze looked in the direction Zhou Wenlun had left, then glanced at the unconscious Yang Rui and Hua Nian, and a single, cloudy tear slid down his cheek.
"Junior Sister...I'm sorry..."
The power he had just suppressed, the force that had tried to control him, broke through his restraints once again and swept over his entire body...
Inside the crimson palace, Hu Xiaoman, who had been sitting cross-legged, her soul constantly studying the Azure Void Plate within the vast expanse of the world, trying to turn the power of the angel fragments into her own, suddenly opened her eyes at this moment.
The air seemed to freeze.
Although she is imprisoned here, his soul has been restored.
Even now, his divine soul is more powerful than before!
Just a moment ago, she clearly sensed the eruption of that evil aura from deep underground.
That's the resentment of ten thousand ghosts.
It's so rich!
And then there's Zhou Wenlun's undisguised, manic killing intent.
"Senior brother..."
Hu Xiaoman murmured softly, her eyes turning a pure purple-gold color at that moment.
She wanted to use her divine sense to penetrate the palace's array restrictions and use her golden eyes to investigate the situation underground.
However, the restrictions set up by Zhou Wenlun were extremely insidious.
Each layer of golden light screen was imbued with the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and as soon as her divine sense touched it, she would feel an excruciating pain as if a thousand arrows were piercing her heart.
"Damn it!"
Hu Xiaoman withdrew her divine sense.
She could sense that Zhou Wenlun's aura had changed.
It became colder, more twisted, and even carried a ghostly aura that felt somewhat familiar and nauseating to her.
"The Blue Demon God?"
"Ghost Lord?"
Hu Xiaoman's eyes were icy cold.
Before regaining her memories, Hu Xiaoman only knew about the Green Ghost God.
After regaining her memories, Hu Xiaoman learned everything, including about the Ghost Lord!
Naturally, she also learned that the so-called Blue Ghost God was actually the Ghost Lord who was almost destroyed by the Father God and Mother God.
Unexpectedly, he also hid in this extreme cultivation world.
Since the Father God and Mother God didn't completely kill this cunning demon lord back then!
Then let her do the killing!
Hu Xiaoman's gaze was as cold as ice in February.
Just now, the Ghost Lord's aura was together with Zhou Wenlun's.
It seems that Zhou Wenlun has finally come to this.
"Two more days."
Hu Xiaoman took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anxiety in her heart.
She has repaired her soul, and her demonic root has reached the Heavenly level.
But this is not enough.
Facing Zhou Wenlun, who has merged with the power of the Ghost Lord and has the advantage of terrain, her chances of winning are still less than 30%.
She must make another breakthrough in the remaining two days.
Hu Xiaoman closed her eyes, and her consciousness once again entered Man Zhou Shikong, where she sat down on the Bixu Pan.
At the edge of Bixu Rock is another hundred-day formation set up by Xiaotaozi!
One hundred days inside the formation is equivalent to one day outside!
Meanwhile, in the underground death cell.
After Zhou Wenlun left, the atmosphere here became even more oppressive.
The resentment of countless ghosts within Xie Ze's body was frantically devouring his sea of consciousness.
By chance, he practiced the Heart-Cleansing Mantra for a period of time.
Just now, he used the Heart-Cleansing Mantra to wake himself up, and then used his remaining spiritual power to gather the resentment of all the ghosts together and set up a thin barrier.
But at this moment, the stillness had been broken, and the resentment of countless ghosts gradually took over his consciousness.
His consciousness became blurred, and images of the Kunlun Sect in the past kept flashing before his eyes.
"Eldest brother...Third brother...Master..."
He muttered to himself.
In the black water below him, Hua Nian had also reached his limit.
Her face grew paler and paler, but she still held tightly to the two faint orbs of light in her arms.
"We can't...we can't disperse..."
Just then, Chen Heng, the senior disciple who had been unconscious, suddenly trembled slightly on his eyelashes.
Deep within his consciousness, that resilient soul that Zhou Wenlun had praised miraculously ignited a spark amidst the surrounding resentment of countless ghosts.
Chen Heng did not open his eyes, but he could sense everything happening around him.
He heard Yang Rui's angry curses, Xie Ze's teasing, and Zhou Wenlun's plan.
He was extremely anxious, yet his mind was clearer than ever before.
Junior sister... don't be afraid.
Your senior brothers... will definitely save you!
He began to guide the resentful spirits of the myriad ghosts that were gnawing at his soul—no, not to expel them, but to devour them.
He wanted to use his own soul as a vessel to forcibly contain these resentful spirits.
Although doing so will eventually turn him into a completely irrational monster.
But as long as we can give our junior sister a glimmer of hope, as long as we can deliver a fatal blow to Zhou Wenlun at that wedding...
Even if I die, I will have no regrets.
The black patterns inside the death row cell began to converge eerily toward Chen Heng.