Lucifer's illusory body was completely torn apart by Xio, and turned into points of light and disappeared into the air. His dark eyes looked at Xio angrily, as if endless rage was burning in them.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around with what was left of his body and looked at Lin Qiye on the Somersault Cloud.

He spoke in a cold voice:

"Michael's agent, I will come to you..."

As his body dissipated, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

Lin Qiye frowned, but didn't take it to heart.

He didn't want to get involved in the conflict between Michael and Lucifer. If he hadn't accidentally summoned the other party's shadow this time, he might never have had anything to do with Lucifer.

He remembered that Zhao Kongcheng had told him that when Lucifer was discovered, he was suppressed under a volcano in North America, and was also suppressed by Michael's [Mortal God Realm], unable to escape...

In this state, how could he come to find me?

Even if he escaped, when I return to Daxia, would he dare to step into the border of Daxia?

The most urgent task is to find a way to get rid of the two gods in front of him.

After the God of Wind and the God of Sand tore Lucifer's afterimage into pieces, they took a step forward, easily crossed the void, and chased after Lin Qiye and the others.

Hurricanes and yellow sand covered the sky and began to block the surrounding airspace. Although Lin Qiye was riding on the somersault cloud, he still could not escape the range of the divine ruins in a short period of time.

His expression gradually became solemn.

He reached out his hand, touched his chest, and took out a wooden chopstick.

This is his other trump card.

This piece of wooden chopstick contains the sword energy of a sword master in his victorious period.

This sword would surely be able to block the two gods, but it also meant that Lin Qiye and his men had lost their last means of self-preservation. Once the other party caught up with them again, they would be at the mercy of others.

Even if Lin Qiye carries the soul of a god again, he will not be able to stop the real god. His current realm is still too far away.

Should I use this sword or not?

Lin Qiye stared at the two figures rushing towards him, and a little sweat seeped out of the palms holding the chopsticks.

"Give up. You can't escape."

Seth's body turned into yellow sand and dissipated in the air, and finally condensed in front of the somersault cloud. He looked at Lin Qiye and others with a sneer and spoke slowly.

An invisible gale swirled out from the void and turned into a tornado that blocked all the retreat routes on all sides. The Somersault Cloud flew to the edge of the gale and was forced to stop. If it continued to move forward and crash into the storm, everyone here, except Galan and Zhou Ping, would be torn to pieces.

Their retreat route was completely blocked.

A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Lin Qiye's mouth.

With these means, it is still unrealistic to escape from the hands of God...

…

now.

In the Asylum of the Gods.

Nyx, wearing a star gauze skirt, stood quietly in the yard. She raised her head and stared at the nothingness above her head. There was a gleam in her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.

This time, she did not sit in the rocking chair, nor did she hold needle and thread in her hands. She stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

Li Yifei and others quietly gathered in the corner of the corridor, observing Nyx and whispered:

"What do you think happened to Grandma Nix today?" Li Yifei asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, it's been the whole afternoon." Ah Zhu nodded, her eyes fell on the top of Nyx's head, and she saw nothing, "What is she looking at? Why can't I see anything?"

"Jellyfish? Where are the jellyfish?"

The pug in a tuxedo suddenly became alert, stood up on his feet, and looked around with his eyes wide open.

"She should be looking at the dean." Hei Tong said thoughtfully.

"She's standing there, can she see?"

"Perhaps." Hei Tong paused, "After all, he is a god."

In the courtyard.

Nyx looked at the nothingness above her head and frowned slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand as if she wanted to touch something...

Another hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Nyx turned her head and saw Merlin in a blue wizard robe standing beside her, shaking his head at her.

"Wait a little longer," he said.

…

In the fog.

Lin Qiye, standing on the somersault cloud, tightly grasped the wooden chopsticks in his hand and slowly raised his hand...

Just then,

The other hand grasped his wrist.

Gently put his hand down.

Lin Qiye turned his head and saw Zhou Ping standing beside him. His bloodstained face was looking into his eyes with a smile.

“Senior Sword Saint…” Lin Qiye was stunned.

He lowered his head and saw that Zhou Ping's skin was emitting a brilliant colored glass divine light. Under the blood-stained black shirt, on his chest, an almost transparent colored glass heart was beating strongly.

"Put it away. You won't need it now."

Zhou Ping paused for a moment, as if hesitating. His ears turned red, but he mustered up the courage to say, "Thank you... I didn't expect that you would really take such a big risk to save me.

I thought I was just being sentimental..."

Zhou Ping's second sentence was spoken in a very low voice, so low that it was drowned out by the sound of the wind around him, and Lin Qiye and the others did not hear it clearly.

"Senior Sword Saint, what did you say?" Baili Pangpang put his ear close.

Zhou Ping's ears turned even redder. He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and spoke loudly again:

"I thought! I was just being overly sentimental! I thought you wouldn't come to save me!"

He didn't know why he said these words. He should have kept them deep in his heart. Obviously... he didn't dare to say them out loud.

But he still said it.

And it's very loud.

But so what?

This time, wasn't he not being too sentimental?

The affection he carefully put in was rewarded.

He was very happy, happier than ever before.

Now, if he could, he would go back in time.

Pat your younger self on the shoulder.

Smiling, she told him:

"Don't cry,

You see, there are still people in this world who care about you.

This world is not that bad.”

Baili Pangpang heard this and laughed. The wind blew his hair up. He squinted his eyes in the wind and answered loudly:

"Senior Sword Saint, you need to be more confident!

You are the Sword Master of Daxia, the ceiling of mankind, the teacher of our Fifth Special Team, you are the hero who walks ahead of everyone and protects everyone!

Everyone is watching your back, as you move forward step by step with difficulty and determination!

Don’t doubt, don’t be afraid!

Your existence is everyone's luck!

You don't need to deny your feelings.

Because you deserve it all.”

As the words fell, the howling wind whistled in Zhou Ping's ears.

He stood there in a daze, his glass-like heart growing brighter and brighter!

Am I... worthy...

He murmured to himself,

Then, a smile appeared on his lips.

With just a slight sound, the glass-colored heart emitted a dazzling light in an instant. It was as if some heavy shackles in his body were broken, and the surging and strong emotions, mixed with pure sword intent, surged into his heart!

At this moment,

The shackles on human genes have imprisoned the strong men of Daxia for more than a hundred years. No one has been able to break the ceiling.

It was chopped to pieces by Zhou Ping himself.

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