The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

Chapter 193: Lingmeng is in trouble, breaks the situation and seeks peace.

"Xing Xuanli, you will never be able to get rid of me. I am you and you are me." The evil spirit laughed loudly. The laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing in the entire illusory space, like a sharp icicle piercing straight into the depths of Xing Xuanli's soul.

The evil spirit's face was twisted and distorted by her unbridled laughter, and her eyes revealed a frantic smugness. "You think you can leave me alone? How naive! I am your dark side, a fusion of your fear, your pain, and your resentment." She laughed as she advanced towards Xing Xuanli.

Xing Xuanli's face instantly turned pale as paper. She involuntarily stepped back, her eyes filled with fear and despair. "No, no, you're not me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, but her voice seemed so weak amidst the evil spirit's wild laughter.

"Hahahaha, are you still deceiving yourself?" the evil spirit sneered, "No matter how you try to escape or deny, you can't change this fact. I exist in every thought, every hesitation, and every mistake you make."

The evil spirit suddenly stretched out its hands, as if trying to grab Xing Xuanli. "You will never be able to escape the darkness within yourself, and I will always be with you, tormenting you and giving you no peace!"

Xing Xuanli took a few steps back, her eyes full of determination and resoluteness, and said coldly: "I will not let you control my body." Her voice was crisp and powerful, echoing in the empty space with unquestionable determination.

Her beautiful face was tense, her eyes as cold as ice, staring directly at the evil spirit opposite her. Xing Xuanli's figure stood out in this tense atmosphere, like an unshakable mountain.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xing Xuanli's hands danced rapidly, and a mysterious light emanated from her body. Then, within the light, a purple vine gradually emerged. The vine was slender and flexible, and the purple flowers on it were gorgeous, yet carried a sharp aura.

The vines grew and spread rapidly, dancing around Xing Xuanli as if they had life. They intertwined, forming a beautiful yet powerful barrier. Xing Xuanli's eyes were fixed on the evil spirit, and she controlled the purple vines to attack it.

Purple vines drew graceful arcs through the air, making a sound of breaking wind, as if they were going to destroy all obstacles before them. Xing Xuanli had only one thought in her mind: she must not let the evil spirit succeed, and she must protect her body and will.

As the purple vines approached, the evil spirit's face grew increasingly gloomy. But she did not retreat, but instead prepared to meet the impending attack. A fierce battle was about to begin.

Xing Xuanli bit her lip, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. She focused all her energy on controlling the purple vines. This was her battle with the evil spirits, and also her struggle for freedom and dignity.

And outside the dream, the night is like water, flowing quietly in every corner of the room.

Xing Xuanli lay on the bed with her brows tightly furrowed, as if being pulled by invisible threads, revealing the struggle and torment she was experiencing in her dream.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she occasionally uttered a few unclear mutters, and her hands unconsciously grasped the quilt beneath her.

Yun Mohan stood silently by her side, his eyes full of worry and heartache.

He sat gently on the edge of the bed, and his slender fingers gently smoothed away the sweat-soaked hair on Xing Xuanli's forehead.

His eyes never left her face.

Yun Mohan didn't know what Xing Xuanli dreamed about that made her so painful.

He had never seen her like this before. Xing Xuanli was always strong and confident, as if no difficulties could defeat her.

At this moment, a slight air flow fluctuation was heard, and Tianshu appeared quietly in Yun Mohan's room again.

He walked lightly and steadily, with a respectful look on his face. He knelt on one knee and said softly, "Your Majesty."

Yun Mohan did not turn around, still staring at Xing Xuanli lying on the bed. His back seemed a little lonely, but also revealed an inviolable majesty.

He turned his back to Tianshu and asked calmly, "What happened in Nanyuan?"

Tianshu raised his head slightly, glanced at Xing Xuanli lying on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Your Majesty, there have been frequent unusual movements in Nanyuan recently, and various forces seem to be secretly plotting something."

Yun Mohan just said "Oh", his voice was calm, but his slightly clenched fists revealed his inner unrest.

How's the situation in the Heaven Realm and the Demon Realm? Has Ye Yingshang seen anything unusual recently?"

Yun Mohan turned around, stared at Tianshu with a sharp gaze, and asked again.

Tianshu quickly lowered his head and responded, "Your Majesty, there seems to be no movement in the Heaven Realm, and there is no movement in the Demon Realm either."

"As for the Demon King," Tianshu hesitated to speak.

Yun Mohan frowned slightly, noticing something strange about Tianshu. He looked at him with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice, "Whatever it is, just tell me."

Tianshu took a deep breath and said respectfully and cautiously, "As for the Demon King Ye Yingshang, according to secret reports from spies, although he hasn't caused any significant disturbances in the demon world recently, everything seems to be normal on the surface."

When Yun Mohan heard this, his expression became more serious.

The heaven and the demon world seem calm, but in fact there are undercurrents. Ye Yingshang's various strange actions make the situation even more complicated.

He thought for a moment, then looked at Tianshu with a determined gaze and ordered methodically, "Pay close attention to Ye Yingshang's every move, and don't let go of even the slightest abnormality.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" After receiving the order, Tianshu disappeared into the darkness as quickly as a ghost to carry out the important task assigned by Yun Mohan.

Yun Mohan once again turned his gaze back to Xing Xuanli and gently held her hand, as if to pass on his strength to her.

In the dream, Xing Xuanli knew that time was running out and she could not afford to hesitate any longer.

She closed her eyes, concentrated all her energy, and tried to mobilize the spiritual power in her body.

The evil spirit seemed to sense the danger, twisting its body wildly and letting out bursts of shrill roars, trying to break free from Xing Xuanli's restraint and make a final struggle.

In this bizarre, dreamlike realm, Xing Xuanli's fierce battle with the evil spirit reached a fever pitch. The evil spirit laughed wildly and recklessly, "Xing Xuanli, you'll never be able to escape me. I am you, and you are me." That laugh was as sharp as a knife, mercilessly slicing through this illusory space.

Xing Xuanli showed no fear, her eyes cold as ice, her figure proud and upright. Her hands danced like a hurricane, muttering something. In an instant, purple vines surged forth from the light. These vines shone with a mysterious purple light, their leaves dotted with fluorescent dots. Like agile and powerful purple dragons, they carried Xing Xuanli's fury and unyielding spirit, and pounced upon the evil spirit with the force of a thunderbolt.

The evil spirit was not to be outdone, and transformed into purple vines wrapped in a strange dark red mist, like the hideous arms of a devil, fiercely entangled with Xing Xuanli's vines.

When the two collided, waves of energy ripples erupted, causing the surrounding space to become turbulent and distorted, and light and shadows intertwined and flickered.

After several fierce battles, Xing Xuanli gradually realized that it was not easy to completely kill the evil spirit.

In her dream, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart. Her mind raced with countermeasures. Since she couldn't kill the evil spirit, she could seal it. However, this evil spirit was closely connected to her. If she wasn't careful, it could bring disaster upon herself, putting her in an irretrievable situation.