A Great Dream!

Old Ancestor Yuanyang stared at the ground and saw that Shen Xiuyai's two halves of his body were slowly healing together, and he got up once again.

As Undead Creature without a soul, a zombie is still alive even if it has only one finger left after being cut off.

Therefore, the most important thing is the zombie's brain. Once you cut off its head, its body will act unconsciously.

As long as the head is not connected to the body, the physical body is just a Walking Corpses without the ability to think or have consciousness.

Zombies do not have the healing abilities of the Blood Clan, nor do they have the ability to regenerate after death; their immortality is literally meaning they cannot be killed.

He is not considered dead as long as he has one cell still alive.

Unfortunately, even if he only has one cell left, that cell will not die.

Furthermore, the new pills that Meng Xuan had given him earlier also granted Shen Xiuyai a degree of self-healing ability from the Blood Clan.

However, the cells in zombies have very low activity, to the point that they can be described as completely silent. They do not divide themselves and therefore cannot regenerate severed limbs.

However, after their bodies are cut open, they will try their best to split and reconnect the two bodies.

Therefore, Blood Clan and zombies are not very compatible in this respect.

Despite both being vampire races, their natures are completely opposite: one's cells are active and divide wildly, while the other's cells are dormant and lifeless.

The contrasting characteristics of hardness and softness, movement and stillness, result in poor compatibility of abilities.

The Jinghong Sword in Old Ancestor Yuanyang's hand gradually lost its luster. He turned to look at Li Chengyi, then flung the Jinghong Sword back with his backhand.

"Did you remember?"

Li Chengyi nodded.

Upon seeing this, Old Ancestor Yuanyang looked at Shen Xiuyai again, "I hadn't originally thought about when to use this move, but fortunately I used it just before I died."

"Now, let me fight you with my own sword."

"Qinggang".

Old Ancestor Yuanyang formed a hand seal, and his natal sword, Qinggang, appeared directly in his hands. "While Jinghong is excellent, it is ultimately not my way of swordsmanship. I will..."

Um?

Suddenly, the Old Ancestor Yuanyang saw a blue butterfly fly past him.

Immediately afterward, he sensed an aura. Old Ancestor Yuanyang turned his head sharply and saw a blue-haired man appear behind him at some point.

"Who are you, you scoundrel?!"

Meng Xuan pointed to herself with some surprise, "Me?"

"I'm just passing by to buy soy sauce, do you have any here?"

Upon hearing this, Old Ancestor Yuanyang immediately slashed out with his sword, heading straight for Meng Xuan. However, Meng Xuan managed to catch the tip of the Qinggang with just two fingers!

Block!

Upon hearing the sword's cry, Old Ancestor Yuanyang was stunned.

He tried to recall the Qinggang, but there was no response. Meng Xuan's two fingers gripped the tip of the sword tightly, and the Qinggang remained motionless as if it had been strangled.

How is that possible?

"He's so old and still so impulsive."

Meng Xuan spoke, he released his two fingers, then flicked his finger and shattered the Qinggang!

Click!

The Qinggang shattered, and the Old Ancestor Yuanyang instantly spat out a mouthful of blood!

As his natal magic weapon, the Qinggang would inevitably backfire if destroyed.

"Pfft, cough cough, how is that possible? Qinggang is forged from ten-thousand-year-old Jade Bamboo and refined black iron, how could it be so fragile... Who exactly are you?"

He can shatter Qinggang with a single finger; could he be Earth God immortal?

Meng Xuan gave a gentle and kind smile. "I already said, I'm just here for the ride."

"By the way, just a reminder, it's really impolite to turn your back to the enemy."

Pfft!

A sound of flesh being pierced rang out. Old Ancestor Yuanyang looked down and saw a sharp claw stabbing from behind, piercing straight through his chest!

Shen Xiuyai's eyes flashed with bloodlust. "You ignored me right after you finished speaking. Are you senile?"

"I didn't want to kill you either, but you insisted on standing in my way. As a fifth-generation disciple, Shen Xiuyai, I was forced to see you off to your death."

"Well..."

Old Ancestor Yuanyang let out a hoarse voice. He stiffly turned his head, and Shen Xiuyai's face suddenly overlapped with someone in his memory.

He is Hongyun's disciple...

Puff!

Shen Xiuyai suddenly pulled out his arm, blood spurting out, and a huge hole appeared in the chest of the Old Ancestor Yuanyang.

Shen Xiuyai grabbed his neck, about to strike, but Meng Xuan stopped him.

"Don't be so murderous. As a person, you should know how to leave yourself a way out."

Seeing Meng Xuan's smiling face, Shen Xiuyai silently lowered his hand.

Should we leave ourselves a way out?

If he wasn't mistaken, this person named Meng Xuan possessed the same vile nature as Chen Mo, and beneath that gentle exterior lay an even more insane soul.

Killing Old Ancestor Yuanyang like this was really boring; I wanted to find some fun.

His eyes said it all.

Meng Xuan looked at the Jinghong Sword Sect behind him, "What is most precious to you: your own life, the sect you protect, and the disciples you painstakingly guide?"

Old Ancestor Yuanyang closed his eyes. "I know I am no match for you, but I am not one to fear death."

"Kill me if you want, I don't care about the chance you're giving me."

Upon hearing this, Meng Xuan's smile faded, and she turned to look at the child on the distant mountain peak. "His name is Li Chengyi, isn't it?"

Old Ancestor Yuanyang opened his eyes, but did not speak.

Meng Xuan suddenly laughed, "There are some strange people in this world who are more distant from what they care about the most."

"You clearly care a lot, but you always pretend not to care. Since you don't want to live, then I'll ask him."

"Ask him if he wants to live or die. If he wants to die, you live; if he wants to live, you die. That will fulfill your wish, how about it?"

Old Ancestor Yuanyang did not speak.

Meng Xuan looked directly into his eyes. "I think if I tell him the truth, he will most likely choose to kill you."

"After all, it's human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm, don't you think?"

Old Ancestor Yuanyang bit his lip and swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat. "Hehe... I only believe that good and evil have their own cause and effect. Sow good seeds and reap good fruits."

"You kill me today, he'll kill you tomorrow. That day isn't too far off. I'll be waiting for you down there!"

After saying that, a terrifying burst of energy suddenly erupted from the body of the Old Ancestor Yuanyang!

Shen Xiuyai was stunned for a moment. Was he going to self-destruct?

Not good!

Boom!!!

A loud bang was heard, and all the blue butterflies in front of us vanished.

Old Ancestor Yuanyang opened his eyes and was immediately filled with doubt.

"I'm not dead?"

No, that's not right.

Old Ancestor Yuanyang looked at his chest. His body was unharmed, and the chest that Shen Xiuyai had pierced through had mysteriously healed.

Meng Xuan looked at the Old Ancestor Yuanyang, who had fully recovered, and shook his head helplessly, as if he had inadvertently revealed his secret.

Unexpectedly, this guy committed suicide while talking.

I can't take a joke.

"So everything just now was an illusion?" Old Ancestor Yuanyang said, looking at Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan stroked her chin. "Hmm... what if I said it was a dream?"

Old Ancestor Yuanyang extended two fingers, and the broken Qinggang was summoned by him. "A dream? Never mind, what it is is no longer important."

"The important thing is that your plans seem to have fallen through."

Meng Xuan gave a helpless smile. He reached out his hand, and a blue butterfly flew onto his finger.

"Who can be sure that everything we are experiencing now isn't just another dream?"