Hell Emperor

Chapter 274 Ren Changhong-Heart knot

When Ye Jie took out two Nether Spirit magic weapons, the whole audience was in an uproar, with doubts and anxiety. Everyone was doubting the authenticity of the two Nether Spirit magic weapons in Ye Jie's hand.

However, the aura of the fourth-grade magic weapon could not be faked at all. Soon, the judgment of Di Ting completely dispelled the doubts in everyone's hearts, leaving only deep shock and confusion:

"Two fourth-grade magic weapons, the overall level is stronger than one fourth-grade and one fifth-grade of the Nether Spirit Hall! If the Nether Spirit Hall cannot produce a stronger Nether Spirit magic weapon, the winner of this competition will be the Demon Luo Hall."

The words of Di Ting represent the judgment of the Equal Hall, and there will never be any falsehood.

Knowing that the Nether Spirit Hall was about to lose, everyone was shocked:

"How could this happen... That Shura actually took out two fourth-grade magic weapons!"

"We are about to lose. Is the main account in the hall going to be lost from now on? We will all become lonely ghosts who have been removed from the list..."

"Wait! Those two are clearly cheating. They changed people to perform the Nether Spirit Divine Art in the middle of the game. Is this allowed?"

The endless discussions of the ghosts soon reached the ears of Di Ting. It immediately responded, and its voice as muffled as a bell spread throughout the venue: "Pingdeng Hall testifies that the rules of this competition do not restrict the replacement of people in the middle of the game. As long as the performer of the Nether Spirit Divine Art is one of the first few people on the stage."

Seeing the rules like this, the ghosts' discussions subsided. The prestige of Pingdeng Hall in the past was here. No one would be stupid enough to question what Di Ting said, which would undoubtedly offend the entire Pingdeng Hall.

This scene made Moruolang, who was sitting high in the main seat, laugh with arrogance, which made the surrounding ancestors of the Nether Spirit Hall look livid.

On the other side, Su Miao looked ugly. She didn't expect that the conditions she relaxed for the Nether Spirit Hall would be used by the enemy now. In this way, she fell into a disadvantage.

"Xura Jie... I underestimated you! Not long ago, after seeing the disintegration of the wound on Youdie's body, I thought you were no longer a threat. Unexpectedly, you found a way to make Youdie recover! It turns out that you are the backup plan prepared by the Moruo Hall..." Su Miao gritted her teeth and stared at Ye Jie, never leaving for a moment.

Beside her, Yao Yin sensed her impatience and took the initiative to hold her hand: "Don't worry, calm down. Even if we give them a temporary advantage, so what? The final victory must belong to us!"

Su Miao took a deep breath, calmed down, and regained her confidence: "That's right! The two of us working together are enough to evolve a real artifact! Does he think that he has won by taking out two fourth-grade magic weapons? Let us two crush their delusion! Sister Yao Yin, turn into my sword!"

After that, Su Miao stretched out her hand and condensed it, and Yao Yin moved in response, and her body turned into a series of white light spots, which were a few points larger than those of other people when they turned into objects, like round and white pills, which fit together and condensed, and finally turned into the white divine sword in Su Miao's hand!

As the magic sword came out, the mighty power suddenly spread, rolling up thousands of layers of air waves, and countless spectators who were close to it fell to the ground, but they had no complaints. Their eyes were all fixed on the magic sword that was as bright as the moon and as cold as snow, as if all the souls in their bodies were completely hooked away.

"Third-grade magic weapon, Miaoyin Soul-Captivating Sword! Let's see what you can do to beat me this time!"

Holding the magic sword tightly in his hand, Su Miao's mouth corners rose, and his whole body was filled with strong confidence, as if he had seen the victory coming.

Di Ting walked slowly over, and after completing the appraisal, he raised his head to prove to the audience that what Su Miao said was true, which immediately caused the whole audience to be shocked and cheered:

"Third-grade artifact! Fairy Miaorou is really great. Once the artifact is out, the result of the competition is already determined. We won!"

"Now let's see what those Shuras can use to fight us!"

"It's not that simple to use the Nether Spirit Divine Artifact to derive an artifact. It requires the will to burn the soul for the opponent and give up everything to do it! With those cold-blooded Shuras, it can't be transformed into an artifact anyway!"

Even the hall master, Ming Ji, couldn't help but smile at Su Miao when she saw the artifact appear. The appreciative eyes seemed to say that the Nether Spirit Hall has a successor.

The sound of people's discussions came to his ears, and Ye Jie looked embarrassed. He thought that taking out two fourth-grade magic tools was already amazing, but he never thought that Su Miao would take out a third-grade artifact in a blink of an eye.

"Third-grade artifact? Hiss..."

Ye Jie laughed bitterly. With his life-and-death relationship with Xia Wei, this was enough to evolve a third-grade artifact. Where could he find a third-grade artifact now? It seemed that this competition would end in failure.

Thinking of this, Ye Jie shook his head helplessly, and then dispersed the effect of the Nether Spirit Divine Art, allowing Ren Changhong and Youdie to return to their original state.

As soon as he recovered, Ren Changhong was anxious: "Su Miao actually took out a third-grade artifact. What should I do now? Shura Jie, you should think of a way..."

Ye Jie spread his hands and said: "It has come to this point, and I can't save the situation. Su Miao and his group are more prepared than us, and it is not surprising that they won this competition. Do you have any other way to beat the third-grade artifact?"

Ren Changhong fell silent. Indeed, the appearance of the third-grade artifact was regarded as a complete end to this competition. No matter how the two struggled, it was in vain.

"It seems that this is our limit..." Ren Changhong sighed, "Being able to reach this point has far exceeded my expectations. At least we forced Su Miao to use three ghost magic weapons. At first, I was worried , we will be defeated immediately, and that will bring disgrace to the Palace of Moro. I don’t know if this result can satisfy His Highness Moro..."

After saying that, Ren Changhong raised her head tremblingly and looked at His Highness Moro, who was sitting on the highest seat, overlooking all living beings. However, the undisguised disappointment in Moro's eyes made her heart completely sink to the bottom.

Moro crossed his legs and supported his head with one hand. He glanced at the two of them with starry eyes and said disgustedly: "If you lose, you can commit suicide."

"What? This..." Ye Jie was shocked. The punishment for losing the competition was more serious than he imagined.

Moro's tone was not a joke at all, but was telling a cruel fact. The endless chill contained in it made people's souls tremble, and they felt like they were falling into the abyss. But then I thought about it, taking the initiative to commit suicide was much better than being tortured in the Mara Palace.

Ren Changhong trembled: "Your Highness Moro, please think twice..."

Moro didn't answer, and there was a mocking coldness in his starry eyes.

Seeing this, Ren Changhong knew that he would not be able to escape punishment no matter what, so he laughed miserably:

"Your Highness Moro, I took over the important task of participating in this competition. Shura Jie was also brought in by me to make up the numbers. This matter has nothing to do with him. If you want to punish me, just punish me alone! Wait until the competition is over. After that, I will commit suicide and apologize, and I beg Your Highness to let Shura Jie go."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Moro also showed an interested look, "In this case, I will give you a chance. I will only execute one of you. As for who it is, you decide for yourself, I don't care."

"Only execute...one person?" As soon as he said this, Ren Changhong pursed his lips and stood there blankly, silent for a long time.

"How are you?"

Ye Jie noticed something strange about Ren Changhong and asked with concern.

"I...I remembered a lot of things." Ren Changhong looked complicated and took a step back subconsciously, "Just when I knew that I was not going to die soon, many memories from the past came to me like a tide. I remembered My disciple, and my master, I think of all the things I have done in my life..."

"Your master? I seem to have never heard you mention it." Ye Jie felt uncomfortable, but he still pretended to be calm and eased the atmosphere.

Ren Changhong glanced at him and then spoke, slowly recounting the past: "That happened a long time ago. At that time, I had just entered the mountains and started practicing cultivation. My parents died of illness, and I asked Master for leave. I went back to my hometown to build tombs and monuments for them, but my master refused.”

"Why not? Are you afraid that you will also catch the disease?" Ye Jie followed her words and asked.

Ren Changhong shook his head: "My master said that emotions are ordinary distractions that will only become a hindrance on the path of spiritual practice. Only by abandoning the seven emotions and six desires can we achieve the great path. If I am moved by the death of my parents, it means that I cannot practice well. , is a wrong move.”

Ye Jie was stunned, speechless for a long time, and could only shake his head: "Can the parents' kindness in giving birth also be hindered by distracting thoughts? Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be so ruthless?"

Ren Changhong bit his lip and suppressed the sadness in his heart: "Master asked me to make my own choice. If I go, it means that I can't let go of my obsession. I can't understand what is light and what is important on the path of cultivation, and I will not pass it on in the future." If I don't go, my status as Xuannv's successor will be abolished, which means that I am determined and undistracted, and I am qualified to succeed Xuannv Dao."

"Then your choice is..."

Ye Jie sighed, he guessed the answer to the question.

As expected, Ren Changhong said: "I didn't go. Since then, my Xuannv Sutra has improved by leaps and bounds, and I began to believe what Master said that the so-called emotional bonds are really useless."

Ye Jie was silent. He had been a ghost for many years and had seen all kinds of things in the world. After the death of many people, what he was most worried about was not the fame and wealth in the world, but the descendants he had raised. Ren Changhong's choice also made him sigh. Incessantly.

"Who is your master? She should be the 167th generation descendant of Xuannv Sect. I wonder what her name is..." Ye Jie asked.

"It doesn't matter if I don't mention her name. She is already dead. I will kill her." Ren Changhong said coldly.

"Really..." Ye Jie's eyes twitched. Considering Ren Changhong's temper, this is not impossible, "But why... it's because of the grudge that she didn't let you return to your hometown and build a tomb and monument for your parents. ”

Ren Changhong shook his head: "I don't hate her. On the contrary, I was very grateful to her at that time. She made me understand that the way of heaven is ruthless and that all emotions are just a burden on the path of cultivation. I killed her just to use her to practice Xuan. It’s just women’s classics.”

"Xuan Nu Sutra..." Ye Jie frowned. This reason frightened Ye Jie more than pure hatred.

Ren Changhong shrugged: "For a while, my Xuannv's progress was stuck in a bottleneck and could not be improved for a long time. At that time, my master was the only person close to me, so I wanted to see if I could let go of all the worries. Kizuna, is my heart as firm as she expected? I want to see if I have the means to achieve greatness!"

After a pause, Ren Changhong also showed some traces of reminiscing when he mentioned the memories buried deep in his heart: "So I took advantage of her unpreparedness, attacked her, and killed her on the spot. Her soul was gone! This did indeed achieve results. I The Xuannv Sutra was finally completed. I guess she never expected that the disciple she taught would actually kill her."

After listening to Ren Changhong's story, Ye Jie was silent. After a long time, he finally spoke: "It turns out that you are carrying such a past... Now I understand why you always look so inhumane. , and why do you treat your disciple like this?"

Ye Jie was filled with emotion. Ren Changhong's cultivation path went astray from the beginning, and then it went further and further wrong, almost leading Shen Qingge astray.

Thanks to the tragedy of master-disciple fighting each other, Shen Qingge was the winner in the end, otherwise, this mistake would have continued endlessly.

"My disciple, she still loves me until now. Although my master's heart is as strong as iron, will she also hold the same emotions? I still remember the shock in her eyes before she died, and a trace of... Glad. Do you think I was wrong?" Ren Changhong asked sadly.

Ye Jie comforted her and said solemnly: "You are not wrong, you just became what your master expected. If you really want to say who is wrong, it must be her. You are just a victim, your whole life. You are troubled by the tragedy of that year, and you can't get out of it even if you become Shura. Now, you don't have to regret the path you have taken. It's what it is, just accept it."

Ren Changhong turned his head to the side, where Ye Jie couldn't see, raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were faintly visible on the outside of Shura's mask, and murmured: "Thank you, Shura Jie, you taught me a lot... I was with you. Although the time is short, I have learned more than I have in the past sixty years. If I could have met you earlier, maybe many things would be different..."

At the end, Ren Changhong's eyes also showed some determination. She stared at Ye Jie and said word by word: "I'm sorry, I may not be able to teach you the Thirteen Swords of Shura in the future. , as for now... I want to ask you one more thing."

Ye Jie lowered his head. From Ren Changhong's words, he also heard a bit of cruelty and ruthlessness. She seemed to have become the unkind Shura of the past, but he did not blame her, even though he used ruthlessness In the end, it was inevitable to meet each other in battle. Finally, he sighed: "Do you want me to go to the Lord of Maruo Palace to die?"

Ren Changhong laughed, raised his elbow, and pushed Ye Jie hard: "No, I want to trouble you to find my disciple Shen Qingge in the future and tell her that I miss the time when I taught her in the past. As a master, I Yes, I feel sorry for her and asked her not to wait for me anymore."

"What……"

Ye Jie was stunned in place, only to hear a loud noise coming from his ears, as if something was broken. He never thought that Ren Changhong, who had always been cold and cold, would actually say these words to him. From what she meant, she was clearly planning to die. She would bear the punishment of the Lord of the Demon Luo Palace alone and turn her life around. Keep the hope of going down to yourself.

On the main seat, Moro raised his eyes slightly, and an unnoticed sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.