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"It seems this person has been dead for a long time, but why is he still talking?"

Mu Cheng was extremely suspicious. After passing through the Door to Trial, they came to this place and lost contact with almost everyone.

Mu Cheng didn't understand, but a person suddenly appeared behind Mu Cheng.

The man spoke softly and showed his signature longsword.

At this moment, Mu Cheng was 80% confident in the other party's identity. The remaining 20% was because this place was too quiet, so quiet that it was scary.

"Hehe, let me introduce myself first, my name is Jing Tian."

The person in front of him said in a soft voice. Then, he kept his sword and looked at Mu Cheng with a kind expression.

Mu Cheng's Qi Lin Sword was still in his body, so he didn't take it out normally.

"This is a city of desires. Wherever there are people, there will be desires. As long as you can pass through, you will be able to obtain what you want."

Jing Tian said faintly, a trace of melancholy flashed past his face and he couldn't help but look at Mu Cheng with sorrow.

"How did you know?" Mu Cheng became alert. Even though he was a disciple of too many sects, it was impossible for him to understand this place so well.

"How do I know? My own brother died here. Do you think I don't understand?"

A look of resentment flashed across Jing Tian's face, and killing intent shot out from his eyes.

Mu Cheng's heart skipped a beat and the sword beam in his hand instantly formed into a shield in front of Mu Cheng.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my emotions." Jing Tian muttered, his expression suddenly changed and looked gently at Mu Cheng.

"Then where should we go now?" Mu Cheng didn't understand what kind of place this was. It seemed that this disciple from the Great Sect knew quite a bit about the situation, so he couldn't help but come up with a plan.

Jing Tian said softly and walked in a direction.

Mu Cheng did not say anything, and followed Jing Tian after sensing his aura.

In the darkness, there were two figures. These two figures seemed to be cooperating very well, and were separated by a certain distance.

Jing Tian said indifferently, as if there was still a trace of sadness in his tone.

"Alright, but what is your purpose for coming here? Can you tell me?"

Mu Cheng asked, but didn't say anything else as the silence spread.

"Do you really want to know?" After being silent for a long while, with the road ahead of him, Jing Tian stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Mu Cheng indifferently.

"Hehe, if there's anything inconvenient, you don't have to say it. I'm just curious." Mu Cheng, however, looked at Jing Tian with extremely clear eyes.

"Alright, since that's the case, I'll tell you." Jing Tian was silent for a while, and then, he slowly opened his mouth.

With regards to Jing Tian's answer, Mu Cheng obviously did not expect it. He was obviously stunned, and looked at Jing Tian without speaking for a good while.

"Isn't it very strange, but actually, it's not that big of a deal. I've only come here to collect my brother's corpse. That's all."

Jing Tian's gaze seemed to sink into reminiscence, a happy expression rippled across his face, but when Jing Tian regained his senses, the happiness in his eyes vanished without a trace, and was replaced with a cold, unfeeling coldness that came from the bottom of his heart, without any feelings.

"Brother Jing, I don't know if I should say something." After a long time, Mu Cheng finally opened his mouth after struggling for a while.

"To put it bluntly, it has no meaning to me." Jing Tian seemed to know what Mu Cheng was going to say.

"Brother Jing, what is the purpose of your cultivation?" Looking at the sorrowful face of Jing Tian, he couldn't help but be moved. After he finished speaking, Mu Cheng turned around and flew away, heading in a certain direction.

"He asked me, what's the purpose of cultivating?" Jing Tian stood in place for a long time, thinking about Mu Cheng's question just now.

"What's the reason for my cultivation? Isn't it for my brother?" Jing Tian seemed to have steeled his heart, as a vengeful expression flashed across his face.

"Yes, my existence is a form of continuity. I want to inherit my brother's dreams and become a powerful cultivator."

Jing Tian muttered, his eyes becoming more determined.

Along the way, Mu Cheng didn't even feel a trace of life, as if this was a land of death.

On a distant mountain peak, Zi Ling was also looking at the scene in front of him with a helpless expression.

Beside Zi Ling, the cultivators of the eight sects were also becoming fewer and fewer. Every cultivator that fell could become the next corpse.

This endless killing spree, as well as the fact that he didn't know when he would become his enemy's comrade, a sense of helplessness flashed across Zi Ling's eyes.

"Mu Cheng, where are you? I'm almost at my limit. I hope we can meet again in the next life."

Zi Ling took one last look at this world. A figure appeared in her eyes.

"Zi Ling, hold on, I will bring you out soon." A familiar voice echoed in Zi Ling's ears.

It was Mu Cheng's voice, and suddenly, Zi Ling came out of nowhere and rushed out, forcibly killing all of the enemies in the area. A figure was seen in the distance fighting with all his might against the corpses.

"Mu Cheng, I knew you would come. You must come back."

At this time, Zi Ling's eyes were already filled with tears. A feeling of having survived a disaster rose in her heart.

"What the hell is going on?" Mu Cheng approached Zi Ling and asked.

"It's a kind of dead spirit. They occupy the corpses and control their movements, but I feel like there's someone here commanding these corpses."

"Mm, I can feel it too. How about it? Can you still hold on?"

Mu Cheng looked at the pale Zi Ling and asked softly. Mu Cheng was a little worried, not daring to stay too far away from Zi Ling.

Mu Cheng swept across the endless plains and suddenly, a monstrous resentment shot into the sky.

Mu Cheng steadied his body, and looked at the grievances that suddenly appeared. Within the grievances, Mu Cheng felt a familiar aura, so he used all his strength to fly towards the direction of the grievance, and just when Zi Ling was unable to hold on any longer, Mu Cheng came over, which was why Mu Cheng and Zi Ling had a conversation.

"Mu Cheng, don't worry. I have the sword, so these corpses won't be able to do anything to me."

"Zi Ling, you must be careful, these vengeful spirits have poison on them, you definitely cannot touch them. Be careful, I'll be right back."

Mu Cheng glanced at Zi Ling and then flew towards a direction. Mu Cheng felt a strange mana that was specially formed by the soul.

"Where is it? I got you. "

Mu Cheng gave a loud shout and the sword light in his palm instantly condensed, launching an attack in the direction of the vengeful spirit.

In the faint yellow air, Mu Cheng's sword shadow was constantly flashing.

"Do you think you can escape?" Mu Cheng's indifferent voice echoed in the air, but his silhouette disappeared from the spot.

"Ah …" The King will avenge me. "

"Hmph, if your King comes over, even I will be burnt to ashes."

Mu Cheng coldly stared at the surge of resentment before waving his hand and the resentment dissipated.

But all the corpses on the ground instantly disappeared, no, all of them were lying on the ground, and the only one who was standing was Zi Ling.

"Zi Ling, why is your face so pale?" Mu Cheng returned to Zi Ling's side and looked at the color of Zi Ling's face.

A surge of power shot out from Mu Cheng's body and slowly flowed into Zi Ling's delicate body.

"Zi Ling, have you been touched by this corpse?" Mu Cheng looked at Zi Ling in shock, a trace of reproach flashing across her face.

"Yeah, I accidentally got caught. It should be fine now."

Zi Ling was extremely weak and she laid in Mu Cheng's embrace.

Mu Cheng's body suddenly emitted a burst of mana and this mana was slumbering within Mu Cheng's dantian.

Immediately, a white colored mana shot out from Mu Cheng's body, and slowly flowed into Zi Ling's wound.

Abruptly, a scorching feeling appeared on Zi Ling's skin. That pure white skin slightly reddened, but the pus there flowed out along the white mana.

"I finally managed to force the corpse poison out." Mu Cheng's forehead was already covered in sweat.

He did not know how to deal with it, but in his mind, a thought suddenly appeared. The white spirit power was able to touch the corpse poison in Zi Ling's body, but Zi Ling's complexion had improved a lot, but her eyes were still closed, and a drop of sweat flowed down Zi Ling's face, it could be seen how much pain the fire from earlier was in, but Zi Ling did not make a sound, and grinded her teeth.