Evil Immortal!

Meng Yuan remained calm and composed, his gaze unwavering, and uttered a single word:

"cut!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine blade reversed and struck the soul at an unbelievable angle.

puff-

The instant the divine blade reached his body, a sharp pain surged from his soul, causing Meng Yuan to tremble all over. Although not a single hair on his body was injured, he felt as if he had been cleaved in two, and pain appeared in the corresponding parts of his body.

The pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat all over his body, raising goosebumps and almost making Meng Yuan scream.

The pain was so intense that it could make someone faint.

Unfortunately, Meng Yuan had taken the Qingxin Pill, so he couldn't possibly, and absolutely couldn't, faint at this moment.

Despite the excruciating pain that was tearing his soul apart, Meng Yuan swiftly formed a series of hand seals while chanting incantations.

The same applies to the soul within the Purple Mansion. The incomplete parts of the soul are gradually enveloped by a faint purple light and begin to heal themselves.

The small portion of the soul that Meng Yuan had severed was initially motionless, but then began to tremble slightly, as if its consciousness and spirituality were gradually recovering.

Furthermore, it emitted a faint purple light, forming a human-shaped outline, which was none other than Meng Yuan.

However, this divided spirit was significantly dimmer than Meng Yuan's main soul, and it was also mixed with wisps of black demonic energy.

But in the next moment, the divine blade from before ignited a wisp of purple true fire and suddenly slashed down at the divided spirit.

"ah--"

The distracted spirit was struck squarely, and a thin layer of purple true fire quickly ignited on its surface, causing it to scream in agony.

"Stop! Stop now! I swear, I'll never... cause you any more trouble...and I'll even serve you as my master! I just beg you to spare my life!"

"We are one body, why are you so eager to harm me?"

"Damn brat, you..."

Burning under the Purple Cloud True Fire, the divided spirit Meng Yuan screamed repeatedly, struggling, begging for mercy, and cursing. His cries were faint, yet shrill and piercing. A sinister black light flickered in his eyes.

At the same time, the deformed tumor on Meng Yuan's neck also sensed the danger and began to struggle violently, but trapped by the fire net formed by the Purple Cloud True Fire, it could not make any waves at all, and instead was burned and sizzled.

Meanwhile, the corrupt demonic energy that had taken root in his internal organs and bone marrow began to writhe wildly.

In an instant, Meng Yuan felt as if his internal organs, flesh and bones were rebelling. A mix of sensations, including soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain, surged up all at once, making him feel like he was dying and being reborn!

However, despite this, Meng Yuan remained calm.

As if he couldn't feel any physical pain, he just coldly watched the distracted man struggle, beg for mercy, and curse, knowing that this was the last madness of the mutated sarcoma.

Immediately, Meng Yuan made a hand seal, controlling the Purple Cloud True Fire, and like forging a piece of refined iron, he melted the distraction inside and out.

He was extremely measured, controlling the firepower so that the wisp of Purple Cloud True Fire burning on the divided spirit wouldn't burn it to ashes, but it could refine the memories and consciousness left inside the mutated tumor, and even melt the corrupted demonic energy within it.

Soon, under the burning of the Purple Cloud True Fire, the corrupt demonic energy hidden in the divided spirit began to dissipate, and its voice gradually weakened.

Ultimately, the distracted spirit ceased to exist and remained motionless.

The external malformed tumors also stopped moving, and the corrupted demonic energy inside the body was also refined by the Purple Cloud True Fire, leaving only a mass of pure flesh and blood.

However, Meng Yuan did not let his guard down and continued refining.

Only after confirming that the consciousness, memories, and corrupted demonic energy of the mutated tumor had completely dissipated did he begin to infuse some of his memories into his divided spirit.

That's right, it's partial memory, not all memory.

Even if it were his own clone, Meng Yuan would never trust it completely and would still choose to hold back a few tricks!

Then, Meng Yuan opened his eyes.

With a swift stroke, sword energy surged forth, and the deformed tumor on his neck was sliced ​​off from its root.

Then, with lightning speed, he covered the surface of the wound with his inner energy and sprinkled hemostatic powder on it to prevent excessive blood loss.

As for the deformed sarcoma, it did not land on the ground, but was supported by a stream of true energy and floated in front of Meng Yuan.

At the same time, a faint purple light flew out from between Meng Yuan's eyebrows, inside which was a somewhat blurry outline of a small person, which was his distraction.

Under Meng Yuan's control, the distraction merged into the deformed sarcoma.

Then, the human face on the tumor suddenly opened its eyes!

A pair of pale white eyes, less eerie but clearer, met Meng Yuan's gaze, causing two perspectives to appear in Meng Yuan's mind simultaneously.

One came from Meng Yuan, and the other from aberrant sarcoma.

It's a strange feeling; two perspectives, gazing at each other, yet belonging to the same person.

However, both Meng Yuan's true form and his clone possess independent consciousness!

"How is it, my true self? Isn't it interesting to have a clone?"

But at that moment, the malformed sarcoma suddenly opened up.

With his soul injured and his internal organs also severely damaged, Meng Yuan's face was pale and bloodless.

But his expression remained unchanged as he examined the mutated tumor before him, nodding slightly in reply, "It is somewhat interesting. However, although I have refined the original mutated tumor and the memories, consciousness, and corrupted demonic energy within the split soul, the demonic nature within the split soul and the tumor cannot be eliminated. It seems that from now on, you can only cultivate demonic methods."

"Wouldn't that be even better!"

The mutated sarcoma grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp, razor-white teeth. "You and I, one a righteous cultivator from the Xuanmen sect, the other a heretical demonic cultivator, can cooperate and support each other should anything happen. Besides, this was probably already within your expectations, wasn't it?"

Meng Yuan neither confirmed nor denied, and casually put away the Crimson Thunder Talisman in his hand.

He had prepared two plans. The first plan was to use the Purple Cloud True Fire to refine the pollution within his body, which was relatively safe and secure. However, he underestimated the pollution within his body, and the plan failed.

The second option is to completely sever the polluted part of his soul and the mutated tumor within his body, and then use the Purple Cloud True Fire to refine the demonic energy and consciousness within them, thus creating an avatar. This option is riskier, as it is more likely to damage his soul and severely deplete his vital energy, but the benefits are also greater.

Fortunately, although his injuries are serious, at least his plan succeeded.

He now has an extra clone!

Unfortunately, the demonic nature within the divided spirit and the mutated tumor was too stubborn. Even though the fallen demonic energy, memories, and consciousness had all dissipated, the demonic nature had already merged closely with the divided spirit and the tumor, becoming inseparable and difficult to separate!

If Meng Yuan insists on eliminating the demonic nature, the only way is to destroy his own divided spirit and the mutated tumor.

But if he did that, he would suffer a huge loss.

After all, even though he has now severed his soul into a split, the split soul and his original soul still have a subtle connection. In other words, Meng Yuan's soul is now only split into two parts, but the two are still from the same source and are still intact to some extent.

But once the distraction is destroyed, he completely and permanently loses that part of his soul!

Meng Yuan would certainly not do such a foolish thing.