A red paper butterfly was suddenly handed to him, which made Luo Jianqing stunned. He looked up at Mo Qiu blankly and said, "You should use this Feiying Butterfly. You don't have to give it to me. You only have two."

Mo Qiu raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "Are you still worried that I can't escape? Have you forgotten that you once gave me a jade token that can travel thousands of miles? Don't even think about taking back what you gave away. I'll use that to escape."

Hearing this, Luo Jianqing no longer refused and took the flying butterfly away.

Now, only the elegant and refined Buddhist disciple was left watching from the sidelines, smiling and saying, "Amitabha, I also have a magic weapon to escape."

Mo Qiu snorted lightly: "I didn't plan to prepare anything for you."

The Buddhist disciple continued to fiddle with his Buddhist beads, smiling without saying a word.

This was the difference between the rich and the poor. An ordinary cultivator wouldn't dare even approach, let alone kill a powerful cultivator in the Fusion Stage. However, Luo Jianqing and his three companions even prepared their own escape weapons. Because they were all geniuses from major sects, their respective sects had granted them the best training resources.

The sky gradually darkened and soon it was night.

The four of them were not in a hurry and hid in a cave and waited quietly.

That demon cultivator had killed a hundred thousand people, so it would take time to completely absorb their vitality. Furthermore, demon cultivators were most vulnerable at sunrise. Unlike ghost cultivators, who were naturally afraid of the sun, demon cultivators were more likely to be plagued by inner demons at that time, suffering from the torment of their conscience.

Three days of waiting passed quickly.

For three days and three nights, Luo Jianqing and the other three did not move an inch. Lian Yunxiang curled up with a cold face, waiting.

As a ray of sunlight shone through the eastern mountains, Luo Jianqing's eyes flashed, and he suddenly slammed his palm to the ground and rushed out of the cave. A cyan figure darted out, followed closely by Mo Qiu, covered in blood-stained clothes, and then Fuzi and Yunxiang.

Four streams of light instantly penetrated the cave where the demon cultivator was hiding. Now, the demon cultivator was enveloped in blood-red light, like a cocoon. Without a word, Luo Jianqing raised the Frost Floating Sword and began to manipulate his hand seals. He stomped his feet against the ground, and a tremendous amount of spiritual energy instantly dissipated.

"Lotus opens a sword!"

At such a critical moment, Luo Jianqing was fortunate to be able to unleash "Lotus Blossom Sword" at once. However, he had only just mastered the power of "Seizing Karma" and had yet to fully master it, so he did not add the power of "Seizing Karma" to the Frost Floating Sword this time.

Seize the Spring and Autumn Period, seize the law and justice, seize right and wrong!

Three terrifying and huge forces of nothingness were constantly rotating around the Frost Floating Sword. The sword was like a blooming green lotus, and the forces of nothingness around it were like the chaos when the world was first created, surrounding the green lotus and exuding a terrifying sword energy.

"Demon Blood Whip!"

At the side, Mo Qiu manipulated the Blood Shadow Whip, swung out thousands of blood shadows, and attacked the demon cultivator. These blood shadows were like countless blood snakes, forming snake-like blood shadows in the air, constantly spitting out snake tongues, and ferociously pounced on the demon cultivator.

The Buddhist disciple simply opened the string of Buddhist beads he played with daily, and round, smooth beads floated before his eyes. Eighteen in total, they shone with a brilliant golden light in the air, awe-inspiring, as if their souls were being cleansed.

The Buddhist disciple tapped on each of the Buddhist beads with his fingers, using a little bit of his essence and blood on each dot. Then he clapped his hands, and all eighteen Buddhist beads flew towards the demon cultivator!

"Until the Eighteen Hells are empty, we dare not become Buddhas!"

These three moves were the ultimate skills Luo Jianqing, Mo Qiu, and Fozi could currently utilize. All three of them were at or above the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and they had originally thought it unnecessary to bring Yunxiang along with them. But who knew, at this moment, Yunxiang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

A mouthful of heart blood mixed with black evil spirit!

Mo Qiu looked at Yun Xiang in horror and said sternly, "No!"

But the blood in his heart had already spurted out, forming a terrifying claw shadow in the air.

All four attacks were launched simultaneously at the demon cultivator, all happening in a fraction of a second. The demon cultivator had no way of reacting and was completely stricken by the attacks of all four. He subconsciously used his spiritual power to block, but before he could even open his eyes, he was struck by the ultimate moves of these young heroes.

Rumble!

The terrifying impact caused the cave to collapse instantly. Before it could completely collapse, Luo Jianqing and the other three flew out. As soon as they flew out, Yunxiang fell straight down like a kite with a broken string, and was caught by the closest Buddhist disciple.

Mo Qiu rushed over and looked at Yun Xiang, whose face was pale as hell. He said angrily, "You also know that you are not like other demon cultivators. It is not easy for you to cultivate. You just use your soul power to attack like this. If you are seriously injured and cannot break through to the Nascent Soul stage in this lifetime, then you really won't live long!"

Yunxiang had already fainted, so naturally she couldn't hear Mo Qiu's angry scolding.

But Mo Qiu also knew that this was not the time to scold Yun Xiang.

Luo Jianqing flicked his sleeve and released Qingjun from his ring. Qingjun still maintained his childlike form, but his strength had recovered 20%. Seeing Luo Jianqing and the others like this, he immediately frowned. Before he could speak, he heard Luo Jianqing say, "Qingjun, please take this girl away and flee to a safe place. We can't take care of her right now."

Qingjun didn't ask any more questions, so he just took Yunxiang away and soon disappeared into the horizon.

Luo Jianqing, Mo Qiu, and Fozi stood in mid-air, solemnly gazing at the hill that had been blasted into rubble. There was no other movement in the hill, as if the demon cultivator was truly dead, but none of the three dared to relax.

The sunlight shines on the gravel, reflecting a dazzling luster.

Luo Jianqing watched with a frown, waiting for a full three quarters of an hour, but saw no movement. He gradually relaxed a little, after all, the demon cultivator's aura had truly vanished long ago. Perhaps the four of them had truly killed him at his most vulnerable moment.

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