Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Ye Feng looked at the playing children in the distance, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

He had watched this child grow up, and his nature wasn't bad.

But…

He felt it was coming soon…

Luo Tian would never allow this child to grow up so carefree.

Song Zhi'ang looked at the returning handsome man and immediately bowed respectfully, as did Ye Feng.

Luo Tian came to the two of them, his eyes sweeping over the black pool in the hall.

The corners of his charming face slightly curved up, and his deep eyes sparkled with a sharp light.

"Finally, it's almost here. In about three more days, we should be able to transform these four into demon bodies."

As he spoke, the man's eyes inadvertently swept over Ye Feng and Song Zhi'ang.

His gaze was inscrutable, clearly aware of the previous conflict between the two.

With a flip of his hand, he took out a jet-black magic crystal and handed it to Song Zhi'ang, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"With this magic crystal, your realm should be able to reach the late stage of the Fusion Realm."

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his head lowered, not daring to look at the two people in front of him.

The fist in his sleeve was already clenched tightly.

Song Zhi'ang lowered her head, not speaking or reaching out to take it.

Luo Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold snort came from his mouth.

Boom!!!

Song Zhi'ang's entire body slammed into the ground with a bang!!!

The child in the distance saw this scene, his eyes instantly turning red, and he flew over, staggering.

"Don't bully Mom!!"

Li Si'ang's face was filled with anger, and he flew towards Luo Tian with a short sword in his hand.

Luo Tian's mouth curled up, his five fingers opening like sharp eagle claws, instantly grabbing the boy!

His five fingers instantly pierced the boy's neck, and the little boy immediately felt pain, dropping the iron sword in his hand with a clang.

He grabbed Luo Tian's big hand with both hands and beat it desperately, and in the blink of an eye, his fair face turned purplish-red.

Song Zhi'ang was instantly furious at this sight. Her robe shattered, and endless demonic energy transformed into spikes, instantly bursting towards Luo Tian's face!!!

Luo Tian was very dissatisfied with Song Zhi'ang attacking him. His eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to shatter all the demonic energy!

He stomped on the woman's back with a fierce kick, and with a snap, Song Zhi'ang's body instantly went limp!!

Luo Tian coldly grabbed her hair and lifted her up.

"Attack me?"

The magic crystal floated up, and the thumb-sized black magic crystal instantly pressed against Song Zhi'ang's forehead!!

The skin on her forehead was pierced, and the magic crystal forcibly drilled into her forehead!!

Song Zhi'ang let out a painful groan, and Luo Tian said coldly.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"Want to maintain your humanity?"

"Heh, with my transformation of you, your strength should have been comparable to Ye Feng's long ago!"

"Why haven't you made any progress?"

"I'm telling you, from now on, if you want Li Si'ang to live, you have to listen to me!!!"

Looking at the child's eyes rolling back, Song Zhi'ang could only nod desperately with tears in her eyes.

"I'll cultivate… I'll definitely cultivate desperately!!"

After saying that, Luo Tian threw the child in his hand away like trash.

The unconscious little boy's cheeks rubbed against the ground, leaving streaks of blood, which made Song Zhi'ang's heart ache, but she didn't dare to show it.

Leaving Song Zhi'ang, who was surging with demonic energy, Luo Tian slowly came to Ye Feng.

He pulled up his sleeve and looked at Ye Feng's arm.

Looking at the black spots all over his right arm, Luo Tian turned his head to look at him.

"I don't have much time left for you."

"The Heavenly Demon Temple will soon completely appear before the world."

"My left guardian, your ghost hand… Heh, you have to understand that I don't mind killing you…"

"It's just that…"

Ye Feng lowered his head, his pupils shaking slightly.

Luo Tian paused, his voice revealing a strange excitement.

"I'd rather see what Li Guanqi looks like when he cultivates desperately and stands in front of me, when he sees you, hahahahaha!!!!"

Ye Feng's face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes revealed bitterness and helplessness, some grievances and heartache.

He had fantasized about what might happen in the future in more than one sleepless night…

He… did something wrong… and more than one thing…

He killed people, and he had to.

That hand… he cut it off himself.

That night, he 'saw' his hands were extremely red, and thick blood dripped down his fingertips.

Seemingly mocking everything about Ye Feng, Luo Tian slowly approached Ye Feng, leaned down to his ear, grabbed Ye Feng's cheek with one hand, and whispered in a cold voice.

"I know everything you two are thinking."

"In this life, you can't escape my palm."

As he spoke, Luo Tian inadvertently glanced at the unconscious boy on the ground, a crazy, bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

He turned and walked towards the main hall, his voice cold, and said, "Tomorrow, catch some chickens, ducks, and livestock."

Song Zhi'ang trembled on the ground, her pupils shrinking, clearly aware of what Luo Tian was going to do next.

Ye Feng sighed helplessly in his heart. He had expected that Luo Tian would not let Li Si'ang live such a carefree life.

And the four people in the pool, they will soon wake up, and their strength will become extremely powerful.

Moreover, because of the existence of the magic worms, these four people will also listen to Luo Tian and obliterate their humanity, becoming bloodthirsty and murderous.

After Luo Tian left, Ye Feng slowly came to the little boy and picked him up, gently patting his back to smooth out the disordered breath in his body.

As Ye Feng's ghost hand drew out the demonic energy from the boy's body and absorbed it into his own.

Song Zhi'ang, who was struggling on the ground to resist the erosion of demonic energy, finally felt relieved.

She glanced at the little boy lying in Ye Feng's arms with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of reluctance.

Ye Feng squatted down and looked at her, and said softly, "Absorb it… If you don't absorb it… you will die."

Song Zhi'ang said in a hoarse voice, "I know."

"This… is all fate…"

"You too."

Saying that, she glanced at Ye Feng's already black arm.

Ye Feng sat beside her with the sleeping little boy in his arms, leaning against the stone wall, his eyes blankly looking at the depressing gray sky.

"There are two of me in this world."

"One in a dream, fighting alongside my brothers, drinking and laughing."

"One… in the filth, like mud…"

Song Zhi'ang closed her eyes in pain. She didn't know if she could survive the erosion of demonic energy this time and maintain her sanity and humanity.

Her talent was not good, and it was not easy to get to where she was today.

Ye Feng gently placed the little boy on her back and said firmly.

"Believe in yourself, you can get through it!"

Song Zhi'ang gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and began to absorb the aura of the magic crystal.

Every moment, she had to endure the pain of the demonic energy splitting her soul. She had to maintain her sanity and not be swallowed by the boundless demonic energy and desire for slaughter!

Ye Feng leaned against the stone wall, silently.

They were like two people without umbrellas on a cold, rainy winter night.

Huddling together for warmth, trying to get through this freezing winter.