Mysterious Realm Trial (Seven)

  "Are you in the rosary or are you walking around me like this?" Lǐ Huā didn't seem to understand, so Fēng Lǐ Xī paused for a moment and turned around to ask him what he meant.

  "...Ling Xuan gazed at Feng Ri Xi with a determined look, but didn't say a word. However, the next moment he suddenly transformed into a white light and hid in the prayer beads on Feng Ri Xi's wrist."

  Gently stroking the icy, gleaming rosary on her wrist, a faint smile appeared in the wind, and without any further hesitation, she walked towards the exit with large strides...

  As soon as one foot stepped into the exit, Windy felt that the scene around him had changed dramatically in an instant. The originally dull exit was replaced by a boundless pool of blood hell.

  A pool of churning blood, mixed with a huge rumbling sound.

  Fengri Xi now stands in the blood pool of purgatory, her lower body completely submerged in the blood pool. As she looks around, countless withered arms are waving above the blood pool, as if stimulated by the human aura on her body. The entire blood pool of purgatory churns up, and those dry hands wave even more wildly, accompanied by loud wails and howls. It's as if they're responding to the scene, and along with the heart-wrenching roar, the fresh blood in the blood pool also starts to surge, spewing out a blood-red curtain tens of meters high. The air is filled with a strong bloody smell, making people feel nauseous...

  Feng Li Xi stood there with a pale face, constantly retching in pain...

  She wasn't afraid of this seemingly terrifying scene, but rather she recognized that the place she was in now was where Shan Jiu Ling had met her demise in her past life.

  In his past life, Shan Jiu Ling was unfortunately fallen into this Blood Pool Hell, being refined by the hellfire until he turned to ashes, and in the end, not even a single speck of dust remained...

  Moreover, as an ordinary person, once you fall into the Blood Pool Hell, you immediately disintegrate into ashes, and it can be said that death is almost painless. But for cultivators, it's not that simple. The higher the cultivation base of the cultivator, the more miserable their death will be when they fall into the Blood Pool Hell...

  The blood in the Blood Pool Hell will quickly invade the bloodstream once it comes into contact with it. First, it suppresses the cultivators' spiritual energy, causing them to lose their ability to save themselves. Next, the cultivators can only use the true yuan in their dantian to resist the invasion of the Blood Pool Hell. However, the true yuan in the dantian will eventually be depleted, and when that happens, it means certain death...

  In her previous life, Shang Jiu Ling was already a Golden Elixir cultivator. She was trapped in the Blood Pool Hell for a whole year before she turned to ashes in despair...

  Thinking of Shanjiling's tragic end, Feng Lixia couldn't calm down anymore. She used her hands and feet to constantly slap away the fresh blood, trying to struggle free...

  But unexpectedly, when Fengli Xi saw her own hands clearly in the wind, a cry of surprise could no longer be restrained...

  Only to see that Shanjiuming's originally white and slender hands had long since become nothing but bloody flesh, with only a few pale white bones remaining...

  Unable to bear any more, Feng Li Xi directly fainted and fell backwards...

  It's so cold... as if I'm in an icy purgatory. It's so hot... as if I'm in a sea of flames and knives. The pain is so intense, every inch of my body is screaming with agony, the torment of ice and fire... it's unbearable, so painful, I just want to wake up immediately, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't open my eyes... who can save her?

  "No... don't... I don't want to die, I don't want to die... I want to go home... I want to go home... Home... Home..." Feng Rixi, who was in a daze, muttered incoherently. Her hands waved wildly in the air, as if trying to grasp something, twisted in an unnatural state, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch anything...

  With great difficulty, she slowly came to, her consciousness barely gathering in the wind...

  Where is this place?!

  A wave of soreness seemed to emanate from the bones and flesh, rapidly spreading to every corner of her body. Fengri Xi wanted to move her numb and aching body, but she was powerless, her legs heavy and unresponsive. She shook her head with great effort, feeling dizzy and disoriented, with a buzzing sound in her ears that didn't stop until after a while, when her dry eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and vague outlines began to emerge from the blackness. Everything around her was rubble and broken walls, dark and indistinguishable from their original colors. There were no windows, just massive stone blocks forming an enclosed area.

  What's going on? Feng Ri Xi was dazed and thinking while struggling to sit up, her body not listening to her commands. If she wasn't mistaken, the place she was in should be the underground prison of Ling Xiao Sect where they imprisoned guilty cultivators. From ancient times to now, only rebellious sects' disciples who committed unforgivable crimes would be locked up here.

  But why would she appear in this place?!

  Feng Li Xi was once again bewildered in the wind.

  If she hadn't misremembered, her answers in the stone room should have been correct, so why did she still fall into an illusion twice?!

  But if it's an illusion, it seems a bit inappropriate too!

  Because what she recorded was a fantasy world, it only allowed people to see all the good things, rather than painful memories.

  If this isn't an illusion, then how can she explain everything that's happening to her right now?!

  Just thinking about the moment when Sheng Jing was on the verge of death, Feng Ri Xi subconsciously stretched out his hands to take a look, and fortunately, they were intact, no longer the withered bones that had shocked people's hearts.

  Luckily... Luckily...

  Patted his own chest, comforting himself in the wind.

  Even now, just thinking about how miserably Shun Liu died makes Fengri Xi's entire body involuntarily tremble...

  In the past, as an author, with a stroke of her pen, she would decide the life and death of a person in a split second. To her, it didn't feel like much. But now that she had merged into one with Shuang Jiuling, reliving the ending she already knew, her heart was no longer just turbulent waves...

  Shan Jiu Ling and Mo Jun Ya are compared, Shan Jiu Ling's family background is far superior to Mo Jun Ya's, her appearance is also better than Mo Jun Ya's, even her cultivation, although she doesn't have the Golden Finger, is on par with Mo Jun Ya's...

  Ke Mingming can't compare with Mo Junya in anything, yet she ends up standing at the peak, overlooking everything...

  But Jiǔ Líng was forever trapped in the Blood Pool Purgatory, dead without even a trace left...

  Why?! Why?!

  Why did things turn out this way?!

  At this moment, Fengli Xi knew that he had become biased and demonic... This is extremely detrimental to cultivation and has no benefits at all.

  However, Fengli Xi couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for Shan Jiu Ling...

  Just as Feng Ri Xi fell into a demonic trance, a strong spiritual disturbance occurred not far from her.

  Someone broke in here?!

  As far as she knew, the Ling Xiao Sect's prison was a top-secret space, and no one would be willing to enter here voluntarily. So, who was this person? And what could their purpose be?

  "Who?!" Feng Li Xi subconsciously wanted to stand up, and asked loudly.

  But little did I expect----

  The disobedient legs didn't give in to Feng Rixi at all, struggling for half a day but still unable to stand up as wished.

  "Ling'er... you've finally woken up?" Just then, without seeing the person, but hearing his voice, a clear and mellow male voice entered Fengli's ears.

  The next moment, Feng Li Xi only felt a flash of golden light in front of her eyes, and a man suddenly stood before her. At the same time, the man's sharp eyes swiftly pulled the swaying Feng Li Xi into his embrace...

  The nose was filled with a familiar yet strange fragrance of Linghua, and when I looked closely, I was shocked by the wind.

  The man in front of him had a pair of deep and focused eyes with a light purple hue, a high nose accompanied by emotionless yet tender lips, smooth and white skin like fine porcelain, emitting a faint silver glow. His sword-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his long black hair with a hint of purple was tied back with a white jade pin. His slender and tall figure was neither weak nor fragile, his face was cold and clear, an unparalleled beauty.

  The newcomer was none other than Lian Xuan, the most favored Qiu Dao Zhen Ren of the Ling Xiao Sect - Xi Yu Wu Yu.

  Ling'er?! If I'm not mistaken, whether in this life or the previous one, Xi Yue always addressed her with both her first and last name, when did he start using such an intimate form of address for her?!

  What's going on here?!

  Just as Fengri Xi's mind was in a state of confusion and she couldn't figure out her current situation, Xie Youwu apparently didn't want to give her time to slowly digest it, grabbing her right hand and saying, "Let's go..."

  "Run! Where are you going?" Looking at the unclear situation, Xi Yue was dragged by herself to run wildly, and her figure gradually disappeared in the wind.

  "It doesn't matter where you go! Just leave Ling Xiao Sect first!" Xie Wu Yan's expression was cold and calm with a hint of warmth that was almost imperceptible. He spoke slowly and steadily, "If you don't leave now, you will never have another chance..."

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