After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 305|Final Battle (1) [2-in-1]

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Sometimes fate really likes to play tricks on people.

When he learned that Qiao Wan "died" in the secret realm, Gan Nan cried bitterly for Qiao Wan and truly stood up for the first time.

The few highlight moments in his life were almost all related to Qiao Wan, and his growth almost revolved around Qiao Wan.

He loved her, envied her, and longed for her. For her, for this rare friend, he was willing to try to stand up tremblingly, but when he grew strong enough, he had to give up on her.

After the photo ball went out, Qiao Wan happened to bump into it.

Stand in front of the tent, bowed, and squatted politely outside, waiting for the discussion between the two people inside to end.

"Senior?"

The girl's voice came.

Ma Huaizhen's eyes moved slightly, and he was actually a little embarrassed.

Master Miaofa's reaction was calmer. He frowned as if he was thinking about something, and then quickly returned to his usual composure.

The curtain was opened, revealing the charming and sharp face of Master Miaofa.

"Qiao Wan, come with me." The Buddha's voice was calm and deep.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, bowed to Ma Huaizhen and said goodbye, then hurriedly followed the footsteps of Master Miaofa.

Looking at the thin figure of the Buddha in front and the cassocks blown by the night wind.

Qiao Wan was a little uneasy and uneasy at first, and many thoughts flashed through her mind, all related to the last conversation.

But Master Miaofa asked her to follow, and just asked her if she was ready.

Preparations for going to the Demon Realm tomorrow.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, suddenly thinking of the blood oath on the ice field two days ago, and clenched her palms.

The scar on the palm of my hand has faded so much that it is almost invisible. After sorting out my words, Qiao Wan said softly: "This junior is ready to die."

"If there is an accident, kill yourself immediately with a knife and never harm other colleagues."

"It's just." Qiao Wan hesitated for half a second, "If this junior dies, kill..." Qiao Wan paused, "The matter of killing senior can only be left to others."

He didn't ask her this, Master Miaofa was stunned.

The girl has clear eyes.

The Buddha turned his eyes away uncomfortably, lowered his eyelashes, and the unspoken words were stuck in his throat.

How many times, he felt vaguely uncomfortable when he met the girl's clear and calm gaze.

The wind in the wilderness whistled by, and Master Miaofa was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to be awakened again, and his eyes fell on the girl in front of him again.

Venerable Miaofa was stunned for a long time, and then he tightened his lips and said, "Continue."

But he slowed down and listened quietly to Qiao Wan's detailed explanation one by one.

Miaofa was also slightly surprised that when he faced Qiao Wan, his harsh words and teachings were very natural and he didn't feel anything was wrong. But now, he feels uncomfortable even speaking out his concerns.

This feeling of being at a loss made Miao Fa's eyebrows jump unconsciously, and he hurriedly held it down.

The comfort I wanted to say out loud turned into a simple, polite and distant instruction the moment I blurted it out.

Unsurprisingly, this may be the last time the two of them talk calmly.

In the past few days, everyone has been paying attention to Qiao Wan, cautiously, wanting to hold her in their hands for fear of breaking her.

In the past few days, this girl has received love from the entire Cultivation Alliance. There are always several monks who take her to drink together. Every night, she can pick up a few beautiful girls in front of her tent. A bow, or a few flowers.

Things like bows and flowers are very hard to come by in the war-torn north.

You don’t need to think about it to know that someone has gone through a lot of trouble to get it and put it in front of her tent.

Every male and female cultivator wants to take care of her like their own sister. Everyone is paying attention to Qiao Wan's mental state, especially after learning that the little white dragon who has a good relationship with her has chosen After not sending troops, everyone was worried, would Qiao Wan collapse? Will you change your mind?

But no.

Qiao Wan is still the same Qiao Wan, as humble, polite, tenacious and silent as before.

Master Miaofa was rarely uneasy and muttered: "Don't worry, just give it a try, and don't blame yourself if you fail to stop the seal."

"I am different from Ma Huaizhen. I don't need you to make this blood oath."

"If things really go to an irreversible point, I will take care of it."

In fact, after saying this, Miao Fa also knew that according to the temperament of the girl in front of him, Qiao Wan would not do this.

But he said this out of nowhere.

This is very rare for a Buddhist monk who is full of justice for the common people. After saying this, perhaps knowing that he was losing his temper, the Buddhist frowned again.

Qiao Wan was stunned for half a second by this kind of care and concern from a senior whom she was not very familiar with. She was a little flattered and immediately thanked her politely: "Thank you, senior."

As a result, before taking two steps, Master Miaofa paused and frowned a little more.

Qiao Wan immediately noticed something strange, stepped forward and supported him: "Senior, can't you suppress your inner demons again?"

The Buddha is much taller than her and has a tall figure, but now she can feel her thin bones even through the thin cassock.

Master Miaofa remained silent.

The cold sandalwood scent of the other party penetrated into her nose, and Qiao Wan suddenly realized that she seemed... a little close?

I felt a little embarrassed immediately, and my face almost burned involuntarily, but if I removed my hand at this time, it would seem more guilty, so I could only continue to hold on heroically.

"Senior?"

The other party still didn't move.

This time Qiao Wan finally noticed the cold malice coming towards her face.

Turning his head, he met a cold, cyanotic eye with dark skin. The third eye on his forehead seemed to be thickly painted with black and gold eyeliner, and the corners of his eyes were shining with golden light.

After realizing that this senior might go berserk again, Qiao Wan's heart swayed a little higher.

At that moment, all the cultivation in his body seemed to be draining away, and his consciousness was in a state of shock. Under the cold majesty that came towards him, Qiao Wan quickly calmed down and retreated!

But a cold hand suddenly grabbed my neck!

The other hand pressed down on her waist, lifted her up and slapped her on the tent!

The touch of the cold fingers on her neck made Qiao Wan shiver. There was no sign of mercy in this slap, and Qiao Wan frowned in pain.

"Senior...senior..."

The **** skull hair crown jumped into his eyes, smiling ferociously.

Just when Qiao Wan felt that she was about to be strangled to death by the other party, suddenly, the possessed Buddhist monk in front of her, with a little clarity in her eyes, raised her hand without hesitation, and slapped her with a backhand. On top of his own heavenly spirit! !

Qiao Wan was stunned.

What a fierce spirit of self-sacrifice! !

After slapping himself on the forehead, Master Miaofa's expression did not change, and his brows did not even frown. He used all his strength, and blood immediately flowed down his hair and slid down his face.

The other party is naturally beautiful, like the light rippling on the thin red blade, opening up the beautiful flowers. At this time, the blood is sliding down the cheek, and it is even more thrilling and beautiful.

Through the thin film of red, Miao Fa vaguely caught a glimpse of Qiao Wan's shocked eyes and the redness on her face due to lack of oxygen.

His eyes touched the red ring of finger prints on her neck. Master Miaofa paused and put down his hand. Qiao Wan got rid of the shackles and slid down from the wall. He touched her neck for a long time without regaining consciousness. Come.

No wonder this senior asked her to kill him. This... what a **** indiscriminate attack!

Qiao Wan felt slightly chilled thinking about the contact she had just had.

"I'm sorry for what happened just now." After a moment of confusion, Master Miaofa frowned and spoke much faster than before, barely giving her a chance to speak more, "It's getting late, it's deeper. Lu Zhong, please go back and rest."

Knowing that the other party was having a hard time suppressing his inner demons at this time, Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment and bowed to say goodbye.

Before leaving, I felt a little uneasy thinking about it, so I bowed sideways and opened my mouth: "Senior, take care."

Watching the girl in pink clothes leaving, Master Miaofa stood quietly in the wilderness for a long time.

The night wind flowed into the fingers, and there seemed to be some warm and subtle touches in the fingers.

This strange touch made Master Miaofa open his hands somewhat uncomfortably.

The hand with clear joints opened, exposing the beautiful white joints and veins. Then he held it again, put it into his sleeve, and walked into the tent without looking back.

The next day, Qiao Wan set off with Zhou Yan, Li Fan and others.

Since everyone had met each other beforehand, Qiao Wan wasn't too surprised to see several familiar faces.

Seeing Qiao Wan's figure among the thousands of monks from a distance, Cen Zichen stepped forward to say hello and comforted the little girl in front of him.

Qiao Wan obviously tidied up well today. She washed her face and it was clean. Her eyes were bright and clear. She was wearing a pink skirt that was straight and neat, simple yet good-looking. She had a bow on her head.

Such a beautiful girl was about to die. Gongsun Bingzi saw this and wanted to comfort her, but couldn't say anything.

This group of monks who went to the Demon Realm all signed up voluntarily, including various types of monks such as formation cultivators, law cultivators, sword cultivators, etc. However, there is only one real death-defying charge team, and the other dozen or so are all It's a cover-up.

Ma Huaizhen was sitting in a wheelchair, instructing Zhou Yan and other sword cultivators, and looked up at the sky.

It was still dark, so this time we chose a high and open cliff as our starting point, with icicles hanging upside down on the cliff, crystal clear.

In the sky above the ice sheet, there are always more stars in the sky than in other places. They are scattered in this vast and dark night. The river is high and far away, and the stars in the sky seem to be within reach.

The wind made Qiao Wan's nose turn red, and it looked like a piece of ice when touched.

Fang Lingqing sighed: "It's really ice."

Xiao Boyang stretched out his hand in disgust: "Here, wipe it, your nose is runny."

Ma Huaizhen didn't want Xiao Boyang to go. There was basically no one left in the Xiao family who stayed in the world of cultivation. At the critical moment, he, a branch of the Xiao family, actually had a vague intention of wanting Ma Huaizhen to be groomed as his successor.

But the young master of the Xiao family tightened his lips and insisted on going. Ma Huaizhen looked at him quietly and finally agreed.

The formation cultivator who stayed on the ice field yesterday did not sleep all night. He lay on the ice field and spent the whole night drawing an exquisite formation that could accommodate a thousand people. He checked it back and forth hundreds of times, fearing that something would happen. Wrong, the next day, as expected, Guangrong caught a lot of colds.

After all, the ice environment is so dangerous, Qiao Wan's runny nose is already considered very good.

Among the familiar faces, besides Xiao Boyang, they include Fang Lingqing and Lu Bihan. Bai Shanhu and Meng Canglang failed to come, it is said that they were too late.

On the other hand, Xie Xingzhi actually put down the war on the southern front. As soon as he calmed down the mess in the Ao family, he immediately came back without stopping. His eyes were black and blue, and his expression was very tired.

In addition to these young ones, there are also some elders who are responsible for leading the team, but among these elders, Qiao Wan only recognized Cen Zichen and Li Pan with the green waist.

As the only Miaomiao in Shandao Academy, Yu Xingzhi strictly protected her as a rare animal, but Wang Ruyi and Li Ban did not agree to ask her to go.

Among this group of people, there was even a girl named Chu Tongzheng. Her smile was innocent and annoying, her eyes were drooping and she blinked. She came up and called Qiao Wan Cixian brother. He was said to be from Meizong and even targeted her. He put on a small red cloak to keep him warm.

As soon as they surrounded him, Lu Bihan called Qiao Wan away and asked her to stand next to him when he entered the magic circle later.

Before departure, Ma Huaizhen and others first came out solemnly and delivered a speech.

Mainly to practice for them.

He said that the world of cultivation would remember their sacrifice today, and that the wine had already been heated and they would drink it happily when they returned home.

Many people just smiled, knowing that this was actually a beautiful scene, but at least they listened to it in their hearts.

Finally, the disabled Kunshan evil **** held the wheelchair with one hand and stood up with one foot as support. He bowed deeply to these young disciples, whose average age was only twenty or thirty years old. A big gift, the deep eyes flashed with unspeakable respect.

Finally, more than a thousand disciples all stood in the formation one after another. They were still chatting and laughing while standing in the formation.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's all going crazy."

A certain senior brother rolled his eyes.

"You can't go back on your word after you sign up. Come in quickly, come on, come on, stand next to senior brother."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't said goodbye to my family yet!!"

"Shit! There is a non-bachelor here, brothers, cut him and drive him out!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there were hundreds of responses.

"Kick him out!!"

"Get out!!"

"Taoist couple, get lost!"

One of the Taoist Companion Dogs: "That's enough for you=="

Obviously he was looking for death, but the people around him were chattering and jumping, which actually added a bit of comedy effect like a spring outing in this tragic scene of the wind rustling and the water cold.

Qiao Wan stood beside Xie Xingzhi.

The young man glanced at her slightly.

Actually, not only Xie Xingzhi glanced at her, but also everyone else glanced at her.

Master Miaofa called her forward, and under everyone's attention, as an elder, he rarely softened his attitude and gave her a warm and earnest warning.

This advice and concern has nothing to do with romance.

When Qiao Wan and the others went on an expedition, the young man transformed into a white dragon was silently in the gorgeous but desolate Dragon Palace, looking at the fist-sized luminous pearls all around, looking at the bright-colored corals, looking at the pearls, and looking at the clams. It was so dazzling that I sat there all night.

A message was sent to the demon clan. Xiu Quan wanted to smile, but he lowered his eyelashes and could not force himself to smile easily.

"Your Majesty, they have already set off."

In front of him was the Demon Emperor Jia Ying, who was dressed in black clothes, had an arrogant figure, and had indifferent eyes.

The Demon Emperor Jia Ying has missed the war between the Cultivation Alliance and the Demon Realm for several years and has never shown up.

"Yes." The man responded calmly.

Quan thought he already knew, and then had no other reaction.

What other reaction could there be? Although he admired Qiao Wan, he moved his eyes from one side to the other, Ga Ying thought calmly.

But a little girl from the human race is not enough to support him in sending troops.

Xiu Quan sighed.

He is different from Ga Ying. He is a dog. Silly dogs are born to like people. Although his heart made him want to rush over, he couldn't move.

This is not the kind of talk book in the world of cultivation, where you will slaughter the whole world for you, and make the whole world your enemy without hesitation.

Besides, His Majesty doesn’t like this girl.

It's time to go.

Qiao Wan glanced sideways slightly and then looked back.

The girl's eyes were determined, and her eyes were as cold as the dawn moon, shining with a faint light. She had lost a lot of weight during this period, and her chin was pointed.

In addition, after staying in the north for a long time, my skin is as white as snow and crystal clear as jade. The bright red cloak was surrounded by a circle of shiny fox fur and soft white fur, surrounding her little face, making her look very warm.

Looking back, the cold wind rolled up the red cloak and spread it on the snow, like a dazzling red plum in the snow.

Before setting off, even though they knew that what Ma Huaizhen said about "waiting for their triumphant return" was a beautiful statement, everyone still held some vague hope in their hearts that was difficult to express.

It’s just that no one expected that these more than a thousand monks would leave so tragically. The backs of different shapes and sizes seemed to be engraved in the sky. More than a thousand backs were laid out, and they stepped on the ground without hesitation. On the road to Huangquan, I was speechless and shocked.

Including Master Miaofa, Ma Huaizhen, Gan Nan and Jia Ying, none of them expected that among them, Qiao Wan would be the one who died the most tragically.

When everyone stood still and gave the order, not a single one of the tens of thousands of monks on the ice field spoke again.

Zhou Yan fired the first sword. The sword's intent was like a rainbow, piercing the sky, as if it was about to poke a hole in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of sword cultivators all used the long swords in their hands. The sword intent flickered, forming a line, and then forming a piece, shooting into the sky like meteors on the ground.

More than 1,600 sword energies converged into a ferocious and roaring snow dragon. The sword energy actually forced the surrounding ice to crack, and the stars in the sky tilted towards the west as if being pushed by an unknown big hand.

The snow dragon roared loudly, and its five claws suddenly opened a dark gap in the long night.

The wind was strong at this time, making it difficult for people to stand.

In the panic, someone cursed.

"Shit, someone stepped on my foot."

Qiao Wan and others knew in their hearts that this was the wind blown by the turbulent currents in the space. If the foundation of sword cultivation was not enough and the cracks in the space were unstable, the more than a thousand monks who rushed to the Demon Realm were likely to be blown by the turbulent currents. Caught in a space rift, you can never get out.

It is said that it is static inside, with no time or space, just "emptiness" and "nothing".

That’s why Ma Huaizhen and others are extremely cautious in responding to the matter of “Shattered Void”.

The cracks in the space in the distance became wider and wider. Finally, no one had the intention to talk or laugh anymore. They all calmed down and solemnly presented the magic weapon.

This huge formation on the ground is gradually lit up from point to point, as if the stars on the ground echo the stars in the sky.

The huge formation that can accommodate more than a thousand people began to rise, rise, and rise higher and higher.

Someone shouted in surprise: "I'm **** going to heaven?!"

Following that, his figure was surrounded by dazzling light, passed through the cracks in space, and slid towards the demonic realm on the other side.

The place where they landed was the **** desert in the outer circle of the Demon Realm. Hundreds of years ago, the Cultivation Alliance sealed the Emperor Shiyuan at this place.

This **** desert is a ruined ancient city in the Demon Realm. The sand dunes change erratically, and there are sandstorms all year round. The sky and the earth are a **** red, and it is almost impossible to tell where the sky is and where the horizon is. A huge fiery red ball. The red sun fell on the sand dunes in the distance.

Combined with the ice fields in the north, they form two extreme climates.

When the huge formation that Qiao Wan and the others were riding in was teleported to the sky above the Demonic Realm, it immediately divided itself into more than a dozen small formations, and more than a dozen teammates, including Qiao Wan, spread out in all directions. , like a meteor in the daytime, it smashed down menacingly! ! !

The Demon Realm had been on alert early in the morning. At the moment of the rapid fall, Qiao Wan clearly saw the dense formation of demon soldiers spread out on the ground, each holding swords, guns, swords and halberds, like a chessboard. The criss-crossing longitude and latitude lines on the mountain are motionless, and the military appearance is neat and tidy.

Standing high, one can see far. When looking in mid-air, there are actually some glistening lights in all directions.

More than they imagined.

Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat.

The "split" design used in this array is to disrupt the sight of the demonic realm.

The Demon Realm didn’t know where they would end up, so they could only deploy them in the few places where they were most likely to land and assemble quickly. The Cultivation Alliance didn’t know their deployment either, so they could only fumble and guess, landing several groups to disrupt the line of sight. .

Among these dozens of teams, only Qiao Wan’s group is the main force.

On the other side, after witnessing the successful teleportation of Zhong Qiaowan and the others, Ma Huaizhen and others were slightly relieved, but they did not relax.

Thousands of sword cultivators still released overwhelming sword intent with heavy expressions on their faces, maintaining the space crack in the sky and preventing it from disintegrating.

Rather than a crack, it is better to say that the sky has become a huge image, reflecting the movements on the other side of the Demon Realm.

Ma Huaizhen, Gongsun Bingzi, Master Miaofa, and many, many tens of thousands of other monks stood on the ice field. When they raised their heads, they could see the projection in the sky.

Among them, several monks undoubtedly occupied the best view, and they were summarizing the information sent by Qiao Wan and the others like flying pens.

The source of this information mainly comes from the jade bracelets they wear on their hands, which rely on their own spiritual power to operate. If a person dies and the spiritual power is not enough to support the bracelet to transmit information, the bracelet will be scrapped and reflected in several departments. Bian'er can also have an effect similar to that of a "soul lamp".

"Are you ready?" Li Ban asked Qiao Wan and the others sideways.

Xie Xingzhi and others lowered their heads.

"Okay." Li Fan drew out his sword and said, "Down."

After landing, the most important thing is to withstand the first wave of killing moves! !

As soon as he stood firm and stepped on the fiery red gravel, Qiao Wan saw pillars of light rising in all directions, and the sound of vigorous killing rang in his ears.

Other teams have already encountered the demon soldiers head-on, and the battle has begun! !

Several disciples who recorded the changes in information raised their heads in shock, moved their lips, and looked at Ma Huaizhen and others with ugly expressions: "One bracelet is scrapped."

I reached out and pointed, and among the names and surnames written in small regular letters, the one that read "Yan Yang" was already unstable.

Qiao Wan and the others did not dare to delay. They immediately followed the map that they had memorized in their hearts. As soon as they landed, they and the others ran towards the predetermined altar! !

You cannot use magical weapons. There is divine consciousness and sword intention spread out in the Demon Realm, which can detect the fluctuations of spiritual power. It can only be said that the more concealed the better.

This is equivalent to a battle between detection and tracking and anti-tracking!