At that moment, Han Qianling's heart felt like it had been plunged into boiling water. The pain was intense at first, then numbed to the point of complete numbness. He whispered bitterly and stiffly, "Put away your knife. Can't you use the Heart Thunder to strike..."
He only said half of the sentence, and the second half was stabbed back into his throat by Luo Jiujiang's knife.
Luo Jiujiang's movements were incredibly swift, drawing his sword and swinging it in one smooth motion. In the blink of an eye, he had already driven a slash diagonally down into Han Qianling's left rib. His movements were so quick that Han Qianling didn't even register the pain. All he felt was disbelief and a chill running through his flesh.
Han Qianling subconsciously took a step towards Luo Jiujiang, his lips still open as he whispered. As if to coordinate with Luo Jiujiang's actions, he helped him stab himself through.
Luo Jiujiang's lips trembled slightly, but his blade remained sharp. The blade was stained with Han Qianling's blood, even a few fragments of his internal organs. With two back-and-forths, Luo Jiujiang wiped the blood and flesh onto the front of his clothes, then fiercely kicked Han Qianling's wound.
He really couldn't muster the strength to kick, but he just couldn't mobilize his spiritual energy. Han Qianling was still as dazed and fragile as an ordinary person. He swayed and fell to the ground.
He still couldn't believe that Luo Jiujiang drew his sword against him.
Luo Jiujiang moved his fingers, and the silver-white body of the Five Elements Essence was held in his palm. At this moment, even his eyes were trembling, and his fingers were as cold as death, but his movements were still accurate and swift.
He transformed the Five Elements Essence, which could change its form at will, into a large net, tightly enveloping Han Qianling from head to toe. The wound that pierced Han Qianling's left rib was the one he paid special attention to. The metal clung tightly to Han Qianling's body, sealing the wound and preventing even a drop of blood from leaking out.
Han Qianling suddenly woke up and suddenly understood what Luo Jiujiang was going to do. However, before he could break free from the net woven by the essence of the five elements, Luo Jiujiang's second foot had already stepped on his wound.
He put the sword back into its sheath, and then, through a specially left hole in the mesh of suitable size, he nailed the sword and the net into the green rock until the handle was gone.
Luo Jiujiang took a last look at Han Qianling with great reluctance and turned around to face the thunder of conscience that was about to fall without hesitation.
The essence of the five elements can conceal the breath. Luo Jiujiang has been covered with dragon energy from head to toe these days, and even his lungs are filled with it when he breathes.
Fresh dragon blood and fragments of internal organs were still hanging on his collar.
"Han Qianling, the son of the divine dragon, is here!" Luo Jiujiang roared, "Where is the heart-searching thunder? Come, test my heart!"
Han Qianling was tightly bound by Luo Jiujiang's net, even his mouth was gagged. But at this moment, watching Luo Jiujiang's resolute back, he still squeezed out a sorrowful wail from his throat with his eyes red. The sound had completely lost its human tone and was simply the wail of a wounded animal.
If someone who knows the situation is present at this moment, they will know how similar the situation is to what happened three years ago.
Three years ago, Han Qianling hit Luo Jiujiang's soft spot with an elbow, pinning him down and using his back to block a handful of flying powder for him.
Three years later, Luo Jiujiang severely injured Han Qianling with a knife. He spilled his hot blood on his lapel and used his body to replace him, meeting a majestic thunder of conscience with his chest.
It seemed like the cycle of fate, like a replay of yesterday. There was only heart-wrenching grief in the air, as vivid and familiar as the past.
Under the clear sky, Luo Jiujiang dared to do such a deceptive act. In the eyes of Han Qianling who was terrified and twisted, Luo Jiujiang still had the heart to take this desperate gamble.
Luo Jiujiang gasped violently and ripped his clothes to reveal his naked chest. His eyes were filled with extreme sorrow, anger, grief and sorrow. He even looked like he wanted to tear through the thin layer of skin on his chest with a claw to reveal a beating heart.
Luo Jiujiang let out a long cry, his voice full of injustice: "Heaven! Why don't you test my heart——"
Test my most open and honest heart, test my uncovered heart, test my heart of universal love for all living beings, test my heart of benevolence for the world.
Try to test the unchangeable passionate love that Luo Jiujiang has for Han Qianling, and try to test the selfish motives that I love him without concealing them!
Try to test my protective heart that feels unwilling, dissatisfied, and unfair for Qianling!
The flashing lightning of the Heart-Searching Thunder hit Luo Jiujiang's heaving heart. Under the dazzling white light, Luo Jiujiang's face with an intense expression was made to look hideous.
The entire thunder tribulation lasted only half a cup of tea, yet to Han Qianling, it felt as if it had dragged on for a lifetime. When the lightning finally dimmed, the tribulation clouds above him slowly dissipated. It was Luo Jiujiang who had managed to help Han Qianling overcome this ordeal by using a fake to create a real one.
However, if one fails to pass the Thunder of Conscience, not only will he die, but if he passes, he will also be sent to the underworld.
For thousands of years, the underworld seemed to be regarded as a legend in the world of cultivation.
Han Qianling watched helplessly as Luo Jiujiang's figure disappeared inch by inch, starting from his hands and feet, leaving only a clean black cross-section in the air, as if he was being silently swallowed by something.
In Han Qianling's perception, Luo Jiujiang's aura became weaker and weaker, as if he was getting farther and farther away from Han Qianling, until he was completely wiped out out of thin air, leaving no trace in the holy land. This was a nightmare that made Han Qianling unable to sleep every night for the rest of his life.
Luo Jiujiang, however, could clearly feel the excruciating pain in his hands and feet. Perhaps he didn't "look" like he was being devoured by something, but was actually being devoured by something.
Am I going to die? Perhaps I didn't pass the test of the soul-searching thunder, but this time the gods didn't kill people by thunder. He thought vaguely: But I can't just die like this.
"Qianling." At the last moment when he was disappearing inch by inch and being swallowed inch by inch, Luo Jiujiang endured all the pain and groans, gave his lover a relaxed smile, and left the last words with his remaining vocal cords.
"I'm going to the Netherworld. Don't worry too much about me. Take care of yourself. I'll bring you some local specialties."
"wait for me."
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