Chapter 82: Death in the arms of the tomb, soul scattered
In the frosty and snowy winter month, Raocheng is covered in white.
Fortunately, the sea had not frozen yet, and the boat slowly docked at the ferry. Luo Qingling saw the four Taoist priests from a distance, and she was dazed for a moment.
Suddenly she remembered the early spring day when she first met Qin Yanheng on the way to look for her aunt, and then she met the four Taoist priests while catching monsters... A lot of things happened this year, but she did not regret it.
"Madam Luo, you're finally back!"
Bai Ruxue trotted forward, his protruding belly bobbing. He didn't have time to catch his breath before continuing, "This Taoist has discovered demonic energy emanating from near Divine Ridge. I'm afraid it's not good. If my lady is anxious, you can return to the capital first. The four of us will cover the rest."
"The demonic energy is leaking out?" Luo Qingling had a bad feeling. "Will it endanger the people?"
Shenling had long been occupied by Song Haisheng and his son. The souls of countless nobles had been made into soul lamps to prolong their lives, and there were undoubtedly more than just the ones they had seen. If Song Haisheng was still using demonic energy to harm others, this matter could not be delayed!
The four Taoists had already prepared their horses and were waiting for Luo Qingling to disembark. At this moment, the five of them looked at each other, and then without hesitation, they mounted their horses and flew towards Shenling.
Shenling.
It snowed all night, and today the mountains were covered with silver trees. Even the ground was covered with white snow, and the traces of people's footsteps were particularly obvious.
"Young Master, are you going to proceed according to the plan?"
The man in black knelt on one knee. The man standing in front of him was dressed in gorgeous clothes, a black and gold brocade robe with a jade crown. If you didn't look closely, you would think it was Prince Rong'an in the capital.
No matter. Regardless of whether the young master is currently the son of the emperor's uncle or the Junior Minister of the Dali Temple, it won't be long before he can overthrow the Central Plains dynasty and become the next emperor of the Central Plains.
The Song family will replace the Qin family, and will be kings from generation to generation.
Song Yutai slowly turned around and looked at his subordinates kneeling on the ground. He lowered his head slightly and sneered, "They have already received Luo Qingling. It's time to release those things."
"Want to return to Beijing alive and present evidence? Don't even think about it."
Having been dormant in the capital for many years, the Song family had already raised a group of powerful private soldiers. What would happen if Qin Yanheng led his troops to capture him? Human soldiers could be killed, but what about demon soldiers?
"Hahahaha, Qin Yanheng, ah Qin Yanheng, you and the Crown Prince will eventually lose to me," Song Yutai said with a cold expression, unlike his usual innocent self. "Why do they have the right to be kings by birth, enjoying the admiration of the world, while I have to kneel on the ground for the rest of my life?"
"For the rest of my life, I want Qin Yanheng to kneel down and serve me!"
Several horses galloped into the forest. The black horses were particularly conspicuous in the white snow and could be seen at a glance.
"You don't know your own limitations."
Song Yutai sneered, staring intently at the girl in red on the horse, then waved to his subordinates, and everyone disappeared into the depths of Shenling.
The sound of horses' hooves clattered along the mountain path. Perhaps due to the high altitude of the Divine Ridge, the temperature had dropped sharply, and Luo Qingling's breath instantly turned pale. The closer she got to the Divine Ridge, the more intensely the Golden Dragon Sword in her sleeve vibrated. She had no choice but to hold the sword in one hand while spurring the horse with the other.
I don’t know when the sky suddenly became gloomy, and in the blink of an eye it seemed as if night had fallen.
"Here I come."
The leader Qing Rudian stopped, the magic weapon in his hand glowing. He looked back at the four people following closely behind him, then nodded.
The evil spirit is leaking out of Shenling. If it is not stopped in time, it will probably bring disaster to the cities within a radius of 100 miles, and will only kill the people in the city who do not know magic. Luo Qingling cannot sit idly by!
"The four old Taoist priests have been patrolling the area for the past two days and have never seen such a strong demonic aura. Now that Madam Luo has arrived, the demonic aura has suddenly increased dramatically. I believe it is targeting Madam Luo." Bai Ruxue turned to look at Luo Qingling with a serious expression, "Is Madam Luo ready?"
"Don't worry, Taoist priests. Although I'm not an expert at catching monsters, I do have the Golden Dragon Sword, so I can be of some help."
Hearing this, Bai Ruxue and the other three were still worried. Not to mention relying on just a few of them, even if a Taoist immortal descended to earth, they wouldn't be able to completely suppress the evil spirits. They were in imminent danger.
But so what? How will you know if you don’t try?
In a flash, the four Taoists followed the same method as before, each standing at a corner to surround Luo Qingling. They believed that the Golden Dragon Sword from Heaven could break the evil spirit's center of the formation in one fell swoop, and Luo Qingling was the only one who could use the Golden Dragon Sword here.
The sky above was instantly covered by a dark cloud, and the entire Shenling Mountain seemed to have fallen into night. It was pitch dark, and only the magic weapons in the hands of a few people emitted faint light.
"Rena-suk-tsuk-sik-om, moo-da-re-suk--"
Bai Rushue muttered something and waved the whisk in her hand forward. A circular formation appeared under everyone's feet, shining with golden light.
In an instant, the wind and clouds surged.
Strong winds blew towards everyone from all directions, making it difficult for people to keep their balance. Countless voices were howling in their ears, and it was unclear whether they were the whistling of the wind or the cry of demons.
"Hold steady! Don't leave the formation, otherwise your life will be in danger!" Hei Rutie roared.
Luo Qingling planted his legs firmly on the ground, letting the strong wind blow his clothes around, his feet as firm as a rock.
"Madam Luo!" Bai Ruxue gave her a hint.
“Here I come!”
"Divine soldiers of heaven and earth, messengers of the sun and the moon, obey my orders, reveal your true forms immediately and capture the demons, do it immediately as ordered--" Luo Qingling swung the Golden Dragon Sword, a golden light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the dragon's tail flew out first, rushing straight into the depths of the forest.
The golden dragon swung its tail, instantly breaking through the sky and dispersing the dark clouds overhead. Unexpectedly, the clouds were extremely thick, and in a moment they gathered again on Shenling Mountain.
The wind was still blowing hard all around, and the evil spirit was getting stronger and stronger, with a pungent smell that made several people cough and cover their mouths.
As the golden dragon was catching monsters in the mountains and forests, the cries of the monsters became louder. Even if Luo Qingling covered his ears with his hands, he could not stop the howls from piercing his mind.
Her head hurts—
Their steps stumbled, their vision blurred, and even the Taoist priests around them were in a trance. The formation beneath their feet flickered, as if the Taoist magic of the person who had set it up could no longer sustain it.
Jin Long had not yet found the center of the formation where the demonic energy was leaking, but the few of them could no longer hold on.
Luo Qingling's eyes turned black and white, white and black again, and her eyelids were heavy. If there was a bed beside her, she would be able to fall asleep immediately.
But she couldn't fall asleep at this moment! Luo Qingling suddenly opened her eyes, pinched her thighs with her hands to resist the sudden sleepiness, and turned to yell at the four Taoist priests who were also drowsy.
"Wake up! Don't fall asleep!"
Bai Ruxue and the others suddenly came to their senses and imitated Luo Qingling by slapping their faces and pinching their hands, just to prevent themselves from falling asleep.
The dragon's tail was still circling halfway up the mountain, while its head had nearly reached the clouds. The Golden Dragon Sword must still have not yet discovered where the demonic energy was escaping. Luo Qingling's heart sank, a bad feeling brewing.
"Look, what is that!" Hei Rutie shouted, pointing at the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw that the dark clouds had dispersed at some point, revealing the colorful clouds in the sky. Above them was a vague figure with fluttering sleeves and surrounded by white clouds.
Such a sage-like person, who could appear in the sky, could it be—
"The old Taoist is here!"
An old man with a white beard rushed from the sky to the front of several people, standing in front of Luo Qingling to block the sudden evil spirit.
Everyone instantly perked up. It turned out that an invisible demonic aura had been disturbing their minds, causing them to feel sleepy. Now, after the Taoist immortal swatted away the evil aura with a palm, everyone immediately regained their sanity.
"Luo Qingling, you're doing the right thing." The Taoist didn't turn around, but kept his hands raised to fight against the evil spirit. "Your Golden Dragon Sword is the only one in this world that can suppress the evil spirit. You are right."
"Now that the golden dragon has appeared, I will take care of the rest! As for you, hurry back to the capital and give the things to that kid. I and the four Taoist priests are waiting for your good news."
The Taoist glanced sideways at Luo Qingling, his eyes filled with determination. Luo Qingling smiled back at him, then mounted his horse and galloped down the mountain.
Now no one knows what Song Yutai will do next, so the sooner Qin Yanheng knows the news, the better.
She couldn't lose a moment.
With the sound of galloping horses' hooves, a man and a horse had already left Shenling. The red clothes fluttered in the dark night, making him a moving target for Song Yutai.
Countless men in black squatted on the hilltop, fierce expressions evident in their eyes. A man dressed identically to Qin Yanheng stood on the hilltop, slowly drawing his crossbow as he gazed in the direction Luo Qingling had departed.
The long arrow was glowing with an unusual red light. It was the fire arrow that Luo Qingling had seen before, the arrow that could instantly kill a person and prevent them from entering the cycle of reincarnation.
"Luo Qingling, you are still too courageous," Song Yutai pointed the tip of the arrow at the running red shadow, "It's a pity that a courageous person is destined to become a victim."
The next moment, Song Yutai suddenly loosened his hand holding the crossbow, and the long arrow made a sound and went straight towards Luo Qingling.
The long arrow pierced through the clouds and pierced straight into Luo Qingling's back.
"Luo Qingling——"
The young man roared in the distance, his voice tinged with tears. He whipped his horse and rushed forward, but he was too late to stop Li Huojian's movements. He watched helplessly as Li Huojian pierced her back.
Qin Yanheng knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he watched Luo Qingling's spirit gradually disappear. With trembling hands, he lifted Luo Qingling's body and held her in his arms.
The body in his hand became lighter and lighter, and his soul turned into stars, now flying towards the sky.
Luo Qingling never got to see Qin Yanheng again until her death. She didn't even have time to hand him the paper in her hand before she passed away with her eyes closed.
Only the crumpled red dress remained in his arms; Luo Qingling's body had disappeared.
The red dress was entangled with the black and gold brocade robe, and a bright yellow color slipped out from Qin Yanheng's sleeve. It was the imperial decree of marriage that he had specially requested from the saint.
But his little princess died.
"Song Yutai, I will kill you--" Qin Yanheng hugged the red clothes on Luo Qingling, knelt on the ground and roared with his head raised, his eyes bloodshot and full of hatred.
Why did he treat her like this? Why did he kill Luo Qingling?
It was obvious that Song Yutai hated him and wanted his life. What did all this have to do with Luo Qingling? Was it just because he loved her?
Tears streamed from his eyes, mixing with the icy rain. Qin Yanheng had been the little prince admired by everyone since his birth. When had he ever been so miserable? He looked up at the sky, letting the rain hit his face.
Luo Qingling used all her strength to suppress the evil spirit and saved all the people in the world, but she could not save herself.
Everything in the world has its destiny.
The broken jade was her end, and leaving the gold and stone alone in the world was also Qin Yanheng's fate.
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