When Lin Fei first met Wu Moling, he talked about what the multiverse calls him.
Heavenly Emperor Lin, Celestial Venerable of Ten Thousand Sages, Chaos Emperor Lord.
And the name "Chaos Emperor Lord" made Hong Xiaowei secretly frightened when he saw it.
There is a spiritual imprint on the stone tablet he left behind, which can be left for future generations to study and study, and even allowed Sword Demon to realize the supreme Demon Path sword technique!
Sword Demon Duan Canghai, lost to the terrifying strongman Sword Emperor Jiang Liuyun in only half a move!
For Hong Xiaowei, this is an unimaginably terrifying technique.
The most crucial thing is the two sentences on the first page of its opening chapter.
"The sword hits the waste point, breaks it and then stands up!"
"Heartless, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
Hong Xiaowei has read this book "Blood Prison Sword Art" a long time ago, but he has always lacked the courage to abandon it. In addition, Douque Palace's immortal magic may not be that bad, so he shelved it.
"With this supreme sword technique, I will be able to break through and stand up again, and move forward indomitably!" He clenched his fists tightly, as if grasping the last straw.
The woman who looked exactly like Su Caiwei was silently watching the scene behind him, and gently lifted Hong Xiaowei's shoulders. "I've never seen you practice this sword art before. Where did it come from?"
Hong Xiaowei sneered and said, "Do you know where my reputation, Loyalty Reaching Yuntian, comes from?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then hugged him tenderly from behind. "Of course I know that in order to save a group of innocent women, you fought to the end and wiped out an ancient martial arts family."
Hong Xiaowei took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I didn't do it to save people. I just learned that their family had obtained "Blood Prison Sword Art", so I killed them all. Those women... haha, but they can just cover up my purpose. By some mistake, they gave me the reputation of Loyalty Reaching Yuntian."
When the woman heard this, she suddenly trembled and her face turned pale.
"Of course, it goes without saying that such a reputation has brought me benefits in my actions. So I act according to this persona and give the world of ancient martial arts and my master a trustworthy image. Even if I do something bad, as long as I handle it carefully, no one will doubt me."
"Haha, even Lin Fei doubted me, but in the end he was concerned about Ji Yaoguang's emotions and did not kill me... Should I feel lucky?" His expression became colder and colder, making the woman feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling a panic.
"Why are you telling me?" The woman's voice began to tremble, she loosened her arms and took a step back.
Hong Xiaowei turned around, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"Xiaoqing, I must admit. At first, I just regarded you as a substitute for the palace master. But you have been with me for so long. If I say that I am not tempted at all, it would be a lie."
He stood up and approached the woman named Xiaoqing step by step.
In the woman's sixth sense, Xiaoqing subconsciously felt the danger, stepped backward step by step, her heart was beating wildly, and she was frightened and inexplicable. "What do you want to do?"
Hong Xiaowei suddenly grabbed her slender white neck, pushed her to the wall, and said with a ruthless expression, "I shouldn't, I shouldn't, you shouldn't let me be tempted!"
"Heartless, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
"Xiaoqing, you are a stumbling block on my way forward!"
Xiaoqing tried hard to open Hong Xiaowei's arms with both hands, her face turned purple and red, and her lotus feet wearing white embroidered shoes were kicking desperately in the air. Her eyes were red, tears welled up, and she said with difficulty, "Xiaowei! Cough cough... let me go..."
"I don't... care whether you are a hypocrite or not. Since you... your cultivation is completely useless, then let's just stay together and go to a place where there is no one... to live... okay?"
Hong Xiaowei showed a hint of emotion on his face, and the strength in his hand became two points lighter.
Xiaoqing immediately tried his best to breathe in the fresh air, and his chest kept rising and falling.
"You don't care?" Hong Xiaowei said in a stiff voice, with a bit of disbelief.
Xiaoqing's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked like a pear blossom with rain in his eyes. He said with a cry, "Yes, I don't care! I don't care if you are a hypocrite or not. You saved me bravely just to maintain your image of Loyalty Reaching Yuntian..."
"No matter how others think of you, in my heart, you will always be the hero who saved me from the darkness! Even if you treat me well, you just think that I am Su Caiwei, but I just remember your kindness..."
"Xiaowei, forget Su Caiwei, forget the hatred between you and Lin Fei, forget your power and reputation, let's just happily be an ordinary couple together, okay?"
Hong Xiaowei's heart was severely shaken, and the wavering look on his face became more obvious.
"No!" He suddenly felt excited, with a look of fear on his face, "You must be lying to me! Yes, you are lying to me! You are just trying to survive, so you tell me these false words, right?"
"Hahaha, okay. I thought my acting skills have always been superb, but I didn't expect you to be better than me and almost deceived me."
After the words fell, Hong Xiaowei exerted force in his hands again, tightening his grip on Xiaoqing's neck.
Xiaoqing looked pleading and said with difficulty, "Stop fighting..."
"Even if I... die, I still hope you will be well..."
Hong Xiaowei suddenly roared and exerted force on his hands, "Shut up! Shut up! Stop talking, I won't be confused by you!"
There was a crisp "click" sound.
Xiaoqing's neck was broken by him.
Although Hong Xiaowei's cultivation is completely useless, it is still easy for Grandmaster Twelfth Layer's physique to reach this level.
He didn't dare delay any longer for fear that he would change his mind.
Hong Xiaowei let go of his hand and suddenly found that his arms were shaking.
"Plop--"
He suddenly knelt down on the ground, hugged Xiaoqing, cried and laughed, his nose ran out, and pressed his face against hers, as if he was crazy.
Hong Xiaowei got rid of the stumbling block, but he was not as excited as he imagined. Instead, he felt an indescribable sadness that hit him overwhelmingly and almost defeated him.
But if it happened again... he would still make such a choice.
This is Hong Xiaowei's choice between the dilemma.
"I want to become stronger!"
"I want to become stronger!!" He roared with a cry, shaking his head, "You know my family has been killed by strong men from the ancient martial arts world with unknown origins since I was a child. I grew up alone in an orphanage and suffered enough bullying!"
"From the moment I was favored by the Douque Palace, I vowed that I would reach the top... I no longer want to be a subordinate, and I don't want to be controlled by others in life and death. I want to control my own destiny!"
"I want to possess Su Caiwei, who is as noble as a fairy but treats me as my own. I want to control the life and death of others! Even if I use all means, I don't care!"
"Xiaoqing... Can you understand?"
Hong Xiaowei hugged the cold corpse in his arms tighter, and the moment he saw her eyes still open, his whole body suddenly stiffened.
There is regret in Xiaoqing's eyes.
More sympathetic.