Chapter 145 Shadow Phoenix
Why are these female nuns so indifferent?
Just because you have become an immortal and no longer have to hand over spirit beads, do you feel superior to others?
But, aren't you still unable to escape the fate of being sacrificed?!
Mu Chen looked at the indifferent faces of those people on the cloud boat and felt a chill run through his body.
Liu Xiaozhi, who was standing by, heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Mu Chen with a look of pride.
Look, what I said is the truth. No one will support you, and naturally no one will come to save you!
On the cloud boat, Qiu Qianling couldn't help but clench his fists as he watched everyone criticizing these rebellious women.
She endured it again and again, but couldn't help but yell, "Do you people have any compassion at all? Can't you see that they are bullying these women?"
Ge Fuling stood out from the crowd and said sternly, "They were the ones who made the mistake first. All those who betrayed the Immortal Clan deserve to die!"
"Hehe, the immortals..." Qiu Qianling felt so sick that he wanted to vomit when he thought of the hypocritical faces of those people from the immortals.
But she knew very well that if she made hateful remarks about the immortals at this time, everyone on the ship, including the cultivators in the Jinmen Immortal Palace who called her "Senior Sister", would instantly change their attitude and attack her.
Sometimes, she didn't know whether she was crazy or the world was crazy.
It is obvious that the immortals look down on them, even hate them, eat their flesh and drink their blood, but they are extremely loyal to the immortals.
If someone rebels against the immortals, they are the first to stand up and curse; but if someone insults a woman, they just stand by and watch indifferently.
However, if she chose to retreat to protect herself at this time because she was afraid of making enemies with the world, then what was the difference between her and them?
To know and not do is to not know.
Qiu Qianling raised his dark eyes and looked straight at Ge Fuling, saying word by word: "Every spiritual stone used by the immortals for cultivation is stained with women's blood. They are the ones who deserve to die!"
Ge Fuling was stunned. It took her a long while to realize what she was saying. She said in disbelief, "Are you...are you crazy?"
The others also looked at Qiu Qianling in surprise, and some even took a few steps back, as if they were afraid of getting contaminated by something.
"Senior Sister Qiu, how could you say such horrible things? Have you also been brainwashed by the people of Yongye?!"
All kinds of eyes fell on Qiu Qianling, suspicion, surprise, disgust, fear... as if she was an unreasonable monster.
Qiu Qianling looked at everyone, a sarcastic smile on his face, his voice cold and arrogant, "I just don't want to pretend anymore."
She extended her hand, and a blood-red blade emerged. The blade glowed brightly, burning in the air like a crimson flame. Demonic energy lingered around the blade, looming and emanating a terrifying and intimidating aura.
Everyone's breathing suddenly stopped, and those with low cultivation had their hair standing on end, and their legs almost gave out as they fell to the ground.
Even Elder Xujun, who was at the Jindan realm, was startled and said in a trembling voice, "This is a demonic blade. You... you actually practiced demonic arts?!"
Qiu Qianling narrowed his eyes and said, "That's right, if you don't save the people the immortals want to kill, I will!" As he said that, he suddenly jumped up and flew off the cloud boat.
The male cultivators on the ground had no idea what was happening on the cloud boat, and they thought that these immortals would not care about their affairs. They were only thinking about the spirit stones that Liu Xiaozhi had given them.
Some were so impatient that they dragged the person out of the boat, drew their swords and pointed them at her lower abdomen. Just as they were about to attack, they heard a sound of breaking air behind them. They turned around and saw a blood-red sword light rushing towards them, striking them like a meteor.
He didn't even have time to scream before his body split in two, one half fell into the water and the other half fell on the deck. With a loud crash, blood splattered all over the ground.
The person who was rescued was completely stunned. With her face covered in sticky blood, she looked at the person who helped her in the distance with shock and awe.
The other person was holding a blood-red long sword. He looked at her coldly and turned to walk towards the other male cultivators.
The male cultivators who had just been cheering looked at Qiu Qianling in horror. No one dared to step forward to stop her. They all retreated and made way.
On the cloud boat, the cultivators from the Golden Gate Immortal Palace shouted at her, "Qiu Qianling, stop it! Are you really going to betray the sect?"
The cultivators from the Lingjian Sect and the Yushou Sect were so engrossed in watching the fun that they completely forgot about their own situation.
Ge Fuling even had a gloating expression on her face, secretly delighted, "See, this is the senior sister you all admire, she is a traitor to the immortal race!"
Qiu Qianling turned a deaf ear to all these voices. She walked up to Liu Xiaozhi, met his surprised gaze, and said coldly, "Let them go."
"What?" Liu Xiaozhi was stunned. Wasn't this person always with the Sect Master? Why was he suddenly betraying the sect and joining the Demonic Path?
It was not until I saw the serious, almost paranoid expression on Qiu Qianling's face that I realized she was not joking.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing and sneered, "What if I don't let them go? How can you, a cultivator in the Qi training realm, save them?"
Qiu Qianling's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Use the knife in my hand!"
Before he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed towards him, and the terrifying blood light was breathtaking.
Liu Xiaozhi's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly flew backward to avoid the sharp blade. Seeing the blade about to hit Liu Xiaozhi's face, the nine Jindan disciples beside him immediately cast a spell, pinching their fingers, and transforming their spiritual power into a magic shield, forcibly blocking the blood blade's attack.
At the same time, two other cultivators flashed to Qiu Qianling's left and right. One of them had flames burning in his palm, and the other put his fingers together to turn into ice blades, and they attacked her together.
Facing two people whose cultivation was far higher than hers, Qiu Qianling did not show any panic on her face.
She had been tortured by the demon spider thousands of times.
He recited the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique in his mind, and the blood blade in his hand danced into a bloody light, like a warrior who had experienced many battles, dissolving and blocking the attacks of the flames and ice swords one by one.
When the other nine Jindan sons saw this, they were shocked and used their spiritual power to attack Qiu Qianling.
In an instant, the blood-red sword light and various spells collided with each other, and there was a loud bang, and the land along the river bank shook.
On the water, water birds flew away in all directions, and the small boat was swayed from side to side by the surging waves.
Under the tree, Mu Chen held Luo Yuan, who had fallen into coma again, and watched the battle on the field with worry. How could his sister, who was alone against nine people, possibly defeat them?
Bai Xiu next to her was also worried.
She had never expected that there would be cultivators who would betray the immortal race and come to rescue them at this time. She also did not want to see such a respectable chivalrous cultivator die at the hands of these scum.
I just regret that her cultivation is not good enough and she is seriously injured, so I can't help her.
However, usually at this time, Miss Ying would have sent someone to pick them up, but why were they nowhere to be seen this time? Was it because of the agreement that demons could not set foot on the celestial territories?
She frowned, looked anxiously in the direction of Dongzhou, and prayed in her heart - Miss Ying, please make an exception this time and come to save this chivalrous cultivator.
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Across the state line between Zhongzhou and Dongzhou, a low roar of anger erupted from an old palace not far to the east.
"You are bringing people to Zhongzhou now just to declare war on the Immortal Clan!"
Fentian, wearing a black robe and black armor covering his face, stood in the center of the hall, his scarlet blood-red eyes glaring at the Demon Lord Yinghuang in front of him.
"Declare war? Isn't overthrowing the rule of the immortals our goal? Why would His Majesty the Demon Lord be afraid of declaring war?" Ying Huang turned and looked at him, a faint smile hanging on his pale and sickly face, and his hoarse voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm.
She had red hair that burned like flames, and curved, sharp white horns. However, one of the horns was broken, and bloody cracks could be vaguely seen on the broken surface.
Between Ying Huang and Fentian is the image of the Dongzhou Pass.
In the picture, a cultivator holding a bloody blade is fighting hard with the Nine Golden Core Sons. Anyone can see from the increasing number of scars on her body that she is about to lose.
Dozens of demons stood in the hall. Although they were Shadow Phoenix's men, no one could leave the Demon Realm without the order of the Demon Lord - unless they wanted to challenge the Demon Lord's authority and replace him.
But obviously, the reason they are still standing here is because no one can defeat Fentian.
The broken horn on Shadow Phoenix's forehead is the mark left by the brutal competition.
Fentian said in a deep voice, "Enough blood has been shed by the demons in the battle of Dongzhou. I don't want to see any more casualties. Since the immortals have sent hostages to seek peace, maintaining the current peace is the best option. Yinghuang, what you should do now is to welcome the arrival of the hostages, not to save the lives of those weak and incompetent humans!"
Shadow Phoenix sneered, "Does the Demon Lord really think the Immortals want peace? That's just wishful thinking. Blindly compromising and giving in won't earn you respect. Only unscrupulous violence can change the Demons' status!"
Fentian looked at Yinghuang with a dark gaze, his eyes filled with anger of being offended. He spoke in a deep voice, his voice as if icy, "You are too extreme, Yinghuang."
As the words fell, an invisible pressure was released from him, forcing all the demons in the hall to kneel on the ground, and even Shadow Phoenix was suppressed to the point that it could not breathe.
This is the deterrent force that belongs only to the Demon Lord. It is almost a kind of soul oppression. No matter how powerful the demon is, he must submit to him.
A flush of blood quickly rushed to Ying Huang's pale face. He gritted his teeth, but was ultimately defeated by Fentian and knelt on one knee on the ground.
Fentian's expression returned to indifference. He stopped looking at her and shifted his gaze to the image.
Just as he expected, the monk lost.
Qiu Qianling's spiritual power had been exhausted long ago, and his body was covered with wounds. His hands, soaked in blood, still tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and inserted the tip of the knife into the ground, trying hard not to fall down.
Fentian curled the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking that it was like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, overestimating one's own abilities. It was just a futile and ridiculous struggle.
He stretched out his hand and was about to put away the image, when suddenly, the monk in the picture turned half of his blood-stained face, and his stubborn gaze seemed to penetrate the image and see him.
Fentian paused, and the hand stretched in the air began to tremble slightly. This face was exactly the same as the little girl who invited him to eat wild fruits in his memory.
Could she be that little girl?
Just at this moment, the Jindan cultivator standing behind Qiu Qianling swung the sharp blade in his hand, and a white sword energy pierced her heart.
Fentian was shocked. Should he save her?
This place is not far from the pass. If I teleport there, I may be able to block the sword for her.
But this person was just a little girl who had taken care of him when he was young, and was not worth his help at all.
Fentian hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not move.
The sword light approached Qiu Qianling's back in an instant. At the critical moment, a dark blue spiritual power suddenly shot out from the side, and with a bang, the sword light was directly knocked away.
Everyone on the field was stunned. Who had such great ability that he could easily dissolve the fatal attack of a Jindan realm cultivator?
The next moment, a white-horned demon wearing a white mask appeared behind Qiu Qianling, and his slender fingers gently rested on her shoulders.
"Who is bullying my disciple?" The voice was soft and gentle, but it made people feel inexplicably dangerous and creepy.
Fentian stared at the white mask, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Ying Huang stood up suddenly and stared at the masked demon on the screen, lost in thought for a moment. "...Murong Ci? This, this is impossible."
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