"Boom!"
The pill furnace exploded loudly. Meng Qi and the others were shocked—the Demon Moon Furnace had actually exploded.
"How could this be?" Meng Qi and the others stared at Long Chen's clone, stunned.
Ling'er also looked shocked: "Senior Xieyue sent a soul fluctuation and interfered with me. It seems something has happened." "
Long Chen's avatar was originally controlled by Dragonbone Evil Moon, while Ling'er and Heaven-Flipping Seal managed blood and energy. Later, Long Chen left and took Dragonbone Evil Moon with him, leaving the soul power to Mengqi and the others to take turns in charge."
However, within this clone, there was still a portion of the Dragonbone Evil Moon's soul, which was necessary to maintain its stability.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the void split open, and the Dragonbone Evil Moon appeared. The Dragonbone Evil Moon merged into the clone and said to the women, "Trouble, Long Chen has fallen into a trap." "
What?" All the women were greatly astonished.
...
In the endless darkness, there was a prison, filled with chilling cold. The bone-chilling chill was eroding Ziyan's physical body.
Nearby, the sound of harsh, sinister laughter echoed, like the mockery of demons or the cries of vengeful spirits, piercing the eardrums.
This kind of sound causes great harm to the soul, can invade a person's sea of consciousness, cause hallucinations, and lead to the growth of inner demons.
As for Ziyan, as a music cultivator, she was the most sensitive to sound, and the pain was ten times worse than others'.
But whether it was physical pain or soul torment, she didn't care. Yet one thing was gnawing at her heart like a venomous snake.
"Long Chen, I ruined you, I ruined you..."
In the endless darkness, Ziyan's eyes were red from crying, her mind filled with the evil voice of Lord Le Si and his violent face.
She hated her so much—she had been used as a pawn to frame Long Chen. Unable to deal with him directly, they used her and used his trust in her.
Just thinking about Long Chen falling into the enemy's hands and living a life worse than death made her wish she could die right now.
Regret, unwillingness, anger, and murderous intent churned inside her, while the harsh demonic sounds outside echoed. She knew perfectly well this was Lord Lesi's scheme, to breed inner demons, weaken her will, and ultimately reduce her to a puppet.
What she needed to do was stay calm and composed, so she could resist the invasion of her inner demons. But whenever she thought of Long Chen, endless negative emotions surged in her heart like raging waves.
In front of Ziyan was the South Sea Zither, but unfortunately, its soul had been completely controlled, like a lifeless piece of wood.
"Senior, have you also met with misfortune? Am I really going to become their puppet like this?
When the time comes, will I use my own hands to slaughter all living beings on Tianwu Continent, to kill Long Chen's confidante, and to kill his passionate brothers? Ziyan looked at the Nanhai Qin, murmuring to herself. Unconsciously, tears began to flow down her face again.
She felt as if she had fallen into hell, powerless to resist, bound by formations and chains, unable even to die.
"Now you know the evil of human nature?" Suddenly, a voice echoed in Ziyan's mind.
Ziyan was both surprised and delighted: "Senior, are you right?" Is it really you? That
voice was indeed the Nanhai Zither. When Lord Le Si obtained the soul of the zither and gained absolute control, what was now before Ziyan should have been nothing but an empty shell.
This empty shell was meant to allow Ziyan to vent her frustration and play the Song of Slaughter to her heart's content, completely completing the tool of demonization. Now, the Nanhai Qin could actually speak with her, making her feel as if she had seen a glimmer of light amid endless darkness.
"Of course it's me. Now, I'll answer again—the question I asked you twenty years ago.
What should you do when you encounter an evil person? Nanhai Qin asked calmly.
Ziyan seemed to suddenly return to twenty years ago, back in her teenage days. She remembered Nanhai Qin asking her this question.
Her answer was to encourage evil toward good, helping them turn over a new leaf. When Nanhai Qin asked her this question again, she recalled how ridiculous her answer was back then.
"Kill, kill them all."
Ziyan's cherry lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with endless murderous intent. Thinking of Lord Lesi's hypocritical face and the evil faces of those older generations of strong warriors, her killing intent erupted like a volcano.
In that instant, Ziyan's expression began to change. Her face became resolute and cold. If Long Chen were here, he would surely notice that at this moment, Ziyan looked so much like Emperor Hanwei.
"Very well, now you finally have the right to recognize your master. I am the harp of slaughter, playing the sound of slaughter. Only those who are decisive in battle are worthy of being my masters.
Back in the great Immortal Ancient War, my master betrayed me, causing the leader of the Eastern Wilderness to nearly die. Since then, I have borne a lifelong shame that I can never erase.
Since then, I no longer believe in kindness; I only believe in killing. My previous master was Hanwei.
Now, you are going to become the second Hanwei Emperor. Come on, let's merge and kill it to turn the world upside down. Nanhai Qin said.
Within Ziyan's sea of consciousness, an ancient zither appeared—the soul of the South Sea Zither, completely merged with Ziyan's soul.
However, this zither soul was not very powerful. Just as Ziyan was about to speak, Nanhai Qin spoke first:
"My main soul is still in their hands. But it's okay. You just need to follow what I taught you, pretend to be possessed and become a puppet. When she controls you, we can reclaim the main soul in one fell swoop."
Moreover, once they become puppets, they will pile all their resources onto you, the killing tool. Becoming an emperor is impossible, but you will become an emperor. Then you will kill them and leave them in a bloody river. "
Ziyan nodded. In the endless darkness, her eyes shone with unprecedented determination:
Long Chen, if you survive then, I will fight alongside you in all directions; If you die, I'll kill all the enemies and then go underground to keep you company.
...
Pain surged all over his body. Long Chen felt like prey, trapped in a spider web. Every bone and vein in his body was hooked, and almost all the blood in his body had been drained dry. At this moment, he was extremely weak.
"Long Chen, I'll give you one more chance, and it's your last. If you want to live, hand over your secret."
Long Chen struggled to lift his head, feeling his neck cracking. He didn't know what someone had done to his neck bone. When he opened his eyes, he felt a burning pain in his eyeballs.
Long Chen opened his eyes, his vision shifting from blurry to clear. Only then did he realize he was in a strange world.
The place was desolate, filled with jagged and strange rocks. The spiritual energy in the world was almost completely depleted, with no signs of life.
Standing before him were two people: one was the Holy Lord, and the other was a man with a sinister face. He had long hands and held a very delicate but bloodstained small knife, watching Long Chen with great interest, a sinister smile appearing on his face:
"I never expected that after all these years, I could still operate on you again. It's truly an honor."