Become a Demon for Her: the End of the Abyss Is Ashes

The day they forced her to sacrifice, my Taoist heart was broken. The Xuantian Sect was in danger, and the head and elders decided to activate the ancient forbidden formation. The formation requires a pure spiritual body as a sacrifice, and the soul will be scattered, and it will never be reincarnated. In the silence of the whole hall, everyone's eyes fell on my Taoist companion, Gu Qinghan. She is just the most ordinary disciple, wearing green clothes and no makeup, but she has this rare "disaster" physique. No one looked at her achievements in bringing back intelligence for the sect in many dangers, and no one thought about the hard work she put into refining the exorcism elixir. They were only eager to push her out and fill the desperate hole. "For the sake of the sect's survival, Qinghan, you must understand your righteousness." The leader's voice was filled with gentle cruelty. And I, Shuangcheng, the highly anticipated genius of the sect, screamed in opposition, but was easily restrained. I saw the usually kind-hearted teacher turn away her eyes, saw the heads of fellow disciples who had been favored by her lowered, and even saw the pure and pure holy female junior sister who was cared for by everyone, with a flash of relief in her eyes. Qinghan was very calm. She even shook her head slightly at me, then turned around and walked step by step towards the all-devouring abyss at the back of the palace. Only at the end, she looked back at me, with a very faint, tired arc at the corner of her mouth. That sight became a nightmare that I couldn't escape from for the rest of my life. I'm crazy. Tao's heart is broken, and his spiritual power is reversed. Dragging the dying body, I washed the forbidden area with blood and snatched out the last bit of her warmth. But she was in my arms, her breath like a candle in the wind, leaving only one sentence: "A Cheng, I'm tired." Then, the hand dropped.