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Xuan Yue was also shocked. This was because he himself was unable to use such a formidable Icicle Formation.

Junior Sister Wu Yue, when did you obtain such profound Dharmic powers?

Everyone was surprised and confused, but Xuan Yue didn't have the time to think about this. This was because the lustful demon had suffered a heavy injury, and Wu Yue was also lying on the ground, unable to stand up!

Just now, Wu Yue had blocked in front of Xuan Yue, helping him to dodge the attack of the Sky Devil Great Art.

After a brief moment of shock, someone took the initiative to chant an incantation and the Demon Slaying Masters once again gathered over, seizing the opportunity to restart the Demon Subduing Formation. Demoness had been severely injured, and was currently powerless to resist. As a result, she was very smoothly captured and stored in the Venerable One's Pure Vase. What awaited him was eternal imprisonment. Demons of desire could not be eradicated, so he could only imprison them.

As for Xuan Yue, she kneeled on the ground.

The Junior Sister in his arms was already pale, on the verge of death. The blood that she wildly vomited dyed the front of Xuan Yue Bai's clothes red.

"Wu'er, don't die …"

A deep and painful call, unable to take back junior sister's young life, heartache to the point of twitching, also unable to warm a heart that had turned into dust.

When Wu Yue died, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. Using his life to protect the one he loved, he would be satisfied even if he died, right?

She raised her hand to touch her lover's cheek for the last time. Unfortunately, Wu Yue discovered that she couldn't even do that.

The destructive power of the Grand Soulscatterer technique began to manifest, and her hand disappeared.

The delicate hand that could pierce a needle and draw a beauty kite was transformed into a glowing dust cloud. When the wind blew, it dissipated into the air.

Then, it was her entire person. Her entire body turned into dust, and her soul was shattered into pieces. A cool breeze blew her far away into the unknown. No matter how hard Xuan Yue tried to hug her, she couldn't catch even a tiny bit of it.

It was all in vain.

Wu Yue had died. She had been killed by the Demonic Soul Dispersing Dharma.

She turned into dust and disappeared into his embrace. From then on, she was nowhere to be found.

Xuan Yue was heartbroken. She had made many efforts to revive her, but all of these were in vain. Even now, she had disappeared into some unknown corner.

But now, under the influence of the power of the Dark God, her past with Mystic Moon seemed to be coming back to me little by little, like a movie. Even though my physical body can't move or see, I can still sense it with my soul.

I saw them meet and know each other, and I saw their love and affection intertwine, and I saw them swear an oath to the Holy Tower of the Evergreen Sect, and I saw their final farewell. I can even feel the feelings of Wu Yue, the feelings of desperate to save his lover.

Although she was dead, her heart was filled with unwillingness, and she was regretful that she had remained on Earth.

She loved Xuan Yue. She wanted to be his bride, and she had even arranged for him to marry her. However, after that fierce battle, she was no longer able to fulfill this wish of hers.

Therefore, she was unwilling and regretful.

It was said that the wish of the person who carried it would be deeply engraved in the soul even after death, turning into a vague ideal of the afterlife.

Since Wu Yue had this obsession, it wasn't strange.

But there was something fishy about this. Why should I know what she was thinking? Why do I feel her obsession? And now, trapped in this closed, dark room, I seem to have fallen into a strange state, as if I had experienced it all before!

Soon, the smoke dissipated, and the images of Wu Yue and Xuan Yue also disappeared.

I returned to the painful reality of my soul being cut.

As I looked at the flying fragments of light, I was confused, but the Dark God was still working on it, searching for something in the fragments.

I wanted to ask him what you were looking for in my soul. Is there something important in my soul? But I couldn't make a sound because my body was sleeping on the floor. The Dark God seemed to be able to sense my thoughts. He didn't even raise his head as he said, "Just now, what you saw was a wisp of memory from your soul. It was about Xuan Yue."

My memory? About Xuan Yue?

Could it be that my previous life was Wu Yue?!

Shocked by this idea, my brain short-circuited for a moment. That beautiful and dignified eldest senior sister Wu Yue actually had a strand of her soul here? Could it be that the soul of my master, who couldn't be found in any of the six realms, has always been hidden in my body?

Underworld: "That's right. Wu Yue's soul, one of it is with you. "

As he spoke, he clenched his hands into fists, as if he had grabbed onto something. There was a bright colored light shining through the gaps between his fingers. It should be a fragment of his soul, right?

I was too surprised to speak. If I could still control my body at this moment, I think my chin would have fallen to the ground!

It was as if the god of the underworld had found what he was looking for, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face. He took out a scented sachet from his belt and placed a few pieces of glowing debris into his palm. Even after the fragments had been loaded, they were still constantly glowing. The scented sachet was still brightly lit, as if there were many fireflies inside.

"This is what your master wants."

After hearing the words of the Dark God, I began to understand why he wanted to cut apart my soul.

So this was what his master had asked of him.

Although I didn't know much about the story between Master and his Junior Sister, the memory of what happened just now told me everything. That Wu Yue should have been the girl that his master met when she went on a journey to the mortal world. Obviously, his master still loved her from the bottom of his heart. When he was a mortal, he had searched through countless of mountains and rivers, but he still couldn't revive her. However, when he returned to the Heaven Realm, he already had a way to revive her.

This method is to cut my soul into pieces and extract Wu Yue's soul from my body.

No wonder Master didn't want to come and save me. He had already made a plan with the Dark God.

"Is that fragment in that sachet Wu Yue's soul?" I tried to convey my meaning to the Dark God.

The god of the underworld nodded. "That's right," he replied.

"Can you resurrect Wu Yue with just that little bit of soul fragment?"

Dark God continued to nod his head. "Although it will be a little difficult and take a long time, as long as we work hard, we do have the chance to revive her."

Everything I guessed was confirmed little by little in the calm and tranquil conversation, and my heart sank to the bottom little by little.

A sorrowful and indignant feeling welled in his chest, it was not because he was resentful towards his Master for using me, but because he was angry that he was actually hiding everything from me!

I was brought up by my master, and my little life was taken back by him. I have lived by his side for more than three hundred years, and I have never been able to repay the kindness he has shown me, day and night. If I knew that there was such an important presence in his heart and that I could save her, would I not do everything in my power to help him fulfill his wish?

Why did you lie to me? Why would I rather plan all this with the Lord of the Underworld than make a request of me? Was Master afraid that I would reject him?

An untrusted and betrayed pain seized me.

Master, you're too much!

"Calm down. This sovereign's spell isn't over yet. You'd better not give up halfway." The god of the underworld abruptly interrupted my thoughts with a cold tone, and then he started to work once again.

Is the soul cleansing not over? I felt a surge of fear. The pain was still fresh, and I didn't want to be cut and stirred again. But, in the realm of the underworld, do I have the power to refuse?