NFBE Chapter 701 What should they do then?
Chapter 701 What should they do then?
Xue Lan knew where the men in black robes came from the moment she detected them.
In the desolate lower realm of Yuanming, a demon high priest challenged the Heavenly Dao and created a human-demon hybrid.
The girl in the lead looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. In her hand she held a heart burning with an eerie emerald flame, with several soul threads entwined around it. All of these threads passed over Xue Lan and the others and connected to Xue Qing.
To be precise, it was Xue Qing's brow.
It penetrates deep into his brow, bypassing the many restrictions in his sea of consciousness, and points directly to his soul.
Lang Qingfeng could tell that Xue Lan's cultivation level was not high, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes. After a moment's thought, he decided to take a step forward...
Then someone grabbed his belt.
The ghostly Xiaotong girl hooked her arm around the young man's belt, dragged him to Lang Mingyue's side, and then pushed him down:
"Sit still and don't get up."
The girl was bright and beautiful, wearing a striking bright red round-necked robe that stood out against the snowy landscape, and holding a longbow in her hand.
At the very bottom of the longbow hung an exceptionally exquisite and ornate small mirror, which Lang Qingfeng couldn't help but glance at.
With just one glance, his eyes felt as if they were being burned, causing unbearable pain.
"Oh!"
Xue Tong cried out in surprise and raised her hand to touch the young man's forehead:
"How come you're just like Wu Jin?"
The Sun-Tracing Mirror that Xue Lan just activated is not something a junior can watch.
"He's probably just like Yan Chengxue, a complete idiot." Xue Lan interjected from the front, her gray eyes fixed on the group at the cave entrance.
"Have you all come here to have tea with me?"
Her tone was light and natural, carrying a carefree ease that seemed out of place with the atmosphere.
It was as if she were facing not an enemy who wanted to take her life, but several good friends who had come from afar.
While she was relaxed and carefree, Li Xiang was having second thoughts.
A man walked up to Li Xiang, his voice hoarse:
"Who is this person?"
"Does it matter who it is?" The girl looked at Xue Lan not far away and spoke disdainfully:
"He's just a... late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator."
Xue Lan heard this and couldn't help but laugh.
In this second life, she was often ridiculed because of her cultivation level.
"Xiaotong."
Xue Lan turned her head slightly and threw out the Soul-Guiding Treasure Map and the Chonglou Illusion Map together:
"Take the children out to avoid the storm."
"what?"
Xue Tong caught the Soul-Guiding Sword and exclaimed in surprise:
"then you……"
The words she was about to say stuck in her throat. Xue Tong saw Xue Lan's icy blue eyes, and countless fine, stiff white hairs growing up from Xue Lan's neck, quickly covering her entire face.
Xue Lan's voice became androgynous, hoarse and terrifying:
"I'm going to eat people."
Xue Tong remained silent, opened the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map, wrapped the group in it, and instantly activated the Sun-Tracing Mirror, disappearing into the ice cave.
"Want to run!"
Li Xiang shouted and twirled the magical artifact in her hand. The strange heart sucked a string of essence blood from Li Xiang's chest, then let out a bizarre burp.
Xue Qing groaned inside the Chonglou Cave Heaven, then vomited a mouthful of blood. A pale blue soul light began to emanate from his body.
"Brother Qing!" Lang Mingyue said worriedly.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Xue Tong casually patted her head:
"Xue Lan is here."
With Xue Lan around, nothing will happen.
As expected, the moment the girl finished speaking, the power pulling Xue Qing's demon soul suddenly stopped, and the soul light that had left his body was completely withdrawn.
Inside the ice cave, the woman standing in the center gently flipped her wrist, wrapping the broken red thread around her fingers one loop at a time.
"You're not from the upper realm, are you?"
A hoarse voice reached Li Xiang's ears. The group watched as the small figure twisted and turned in the dim light, slowly growing larger, and then growing ears and sharp claws.
Finally, it transformed into a giant white wolf with its front paws pressing down on the soul lines.
"Silver Moon Wolf...it's the Silver Moon Wolf!"
The shortest man in black robes turned tail and ran almost the instant he saw Xue Lan, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing towards the cave entrance.
Xue Lan ignored him and stared intently at Li Xiang, repeating her previous question once more:
"You're not from the upper realm, are you?"
The immense pressure made Li Xiang unable to stand upright. She looked at Xue Lan with her eye burning with ghostly flames:
“If you want to kill me, why ask such irrelevant questions?”
Xue Lan looked at the surviving half of her face and vaguely recognized a familiar figure.
Among the women who were abducted to the desolate land by the demons, there was one who had been a painter in the weaving bureau, specializing in drawing patterns. During the helpless and dark decades in the desolate land, she used her own blood to paint portraits of many women.
Xue Lan had seen the girl's face in a portrait before.
Later, that painter aunt... according to Xiao Sheng... committed suicide the year after she was rescued.
To be honest, when Xue Lan looked at Li Xiang's face, she couldn't help but think of those pitiful women.
Xiao Sheng and the others are useless, destined to be tainted by the demonic energy remaining in their bodies for the rest of their lives, suffering unbearable pain.
When humanity outweighs demonic nature, one becomes a Lesser Saint. When demonic nature outweighs humanity, one becomes a Monster.
The balance between human nature and its demonic side.
Xue Lan looked at Li Xiang.
To become emotionless... a demon in human skin.
"I'll give you a way out."
Xue Lan spoke softly:
"It's all for your face!"
A shrill scream rang in her ears. Li Xiang slowly turned her head and saw the person who had just escaped return as a pool of blood and flesh.
What he thought was a way out turned out to be the gaping maw of a bloody wolf.
Li Xiang trembled with fear, every bone in her body shaking.
In the Demon Realm, there are many low-level demonic beasts fighting each other. They swallow the bones and blood of their own kind to increase their own cultivation.
But she didn't realize the horror of being eaten until she became a meal for some wild beast.
She knew she couldn't escape, and like a lamb to the slaughter, she lost the will to resist.
Behind him, someone was already terrified; the tall man knelt down with a "thud."
"My lord, I am a human being too."
"grown ups."
Xue Lan glanced at him lazily, then at Li Xiang:
"You're not even as good as her."
Xue Lan's attitude towards these demons was one of pity and ruthlessness.
She pitied these children who should have been born in the Yuanming Realm, but whose bloodlines were forcibly merged by the demons, turning them into inhuman monsters.
She pitied them; they were children who should have been deeply loved by their parents, beings cherished by the Yuanming Realm.
But in this world, there must ultimately be a basic good and evil.
The enormous white wolf opened its mouth and chewed up the souls of everyone present.
The scattered flesh and blood fell to the ground and soon froze solid.
After everything was over, Xue Lan licked her paws.
She thought of Xiao Sheng, of that little white dove... and of those girls who had died, gone mad, and were tormented by nightmares every moment.
Lord Wolf's voice was hoarse:
"If I let you go, what about them?"