Chapter 461: Long Qi's Dying Scroll Falls
"How dare you, a mere sword spirit, tease me!"
The Demon Lord held down the Longyuan Sword with just two fingers, his eyes slightly narrowed, emitting a dangerous aura.
It turns out that the one controlling Long Qi is the Longyuan Sword Spirit.
Long Yuan seemed to be completely unconcerned. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose with a look of disdain.
"Look at what you're saying. Do you dare? I've been joking for a long time, haven't I?"
But I have to say, he is the Demon Lord after all, and his eyesight is really sharp. He can actually see that he is not that kid Long Qi.
Long Yuan used the force to flip backwards, and with a somersault kicked the Demon Lord's hand off. He took a few steps back and put some distance between himself and the Demon Lord.
It seems we have to deal with it with caution.
But after all, I am just a sword spirit, and what I can do is limited. Seeing that the time limit of possession is almost up, I don’t know if Long Qi has figured it out.
The hints are so obvious, but you still can't figure it out. You're really a rotten tree that's hard to carve!
Long Yuan curled his lips: It’s hard to say about that confused boy.
In fact, Long Qi was not having an easy time either. He had to meditate on the sword spirit's intention and resist the fear of the monster in his heart. In such a situation, it was still very difficult for him to concentrate.
However, not long after, the sword spirit floated out of the water tank, scaring Long Qi who was trying hard to concentrate.
"You...why are you back?"
"Oh! Of course I lost." The sword spirit said lightly, as if what he said was just a joke.
"Lost?! You..."
Long Qi was very surprised by the sword spirit's calmness. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. The sword spirit also looked as if he didn't care at all.
"Hey, he's a Demon Lord after all, and he's occupying a body with Chaos Spirit Roots. I'm just a sword spirit, so it's normal that I can't defeat him. What's the big deal?"
The sword spirit spoke nonchalantly, but Long Qi panicked instead.
"You haven't beaten him, so what about Lingxiang?"
Long Qi quickly leaned over the edge of the tank and looked inside, but he could only see a tank of water and nothing else.
The sword spirit pouted and sat on the edge of the tank. "Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourself first." He pointed towards the door and said, "Your Qi pool is about to be lost."
Long Qi looked back and saw that the invisible wall that blocked the monsters had begun to crack. As the monsters hit and hit it, the cracks continued to spread and intertwine, becoming precarious.
"Whether I lose or not is irrelevant. What matters is your body. Now that it's severely damaged, the last line of defense of your courtyard is about to collapse."
As the sword spirit said, the courtyard gradually became darker and everything around became blurry. Only the two vats in front of them were still clearly visible, and the water in the vats was shimmering.
But Long Qi didn't care. He just pulled the sword spirit and asked nervously, "Where's Lingxiang? Where's Lingxiang?"
The sword spirit rolled his eyes helplessly - it was already this late, and he was still thinking about that little girl.
But the sword spirit still followed Long Qi's wishes. He tapped the water surface with his little finger lazily, and ripples immediately appeared on the water surface. Amid the ripples, the picture unfolded.
In the picture, Long Qi was dying, lying in Lingxiang's arms, while the Demon Lord was approaching step by step.
Even though he raised his sword to block the Demon Lord's palm strike just now, he still couldn't stop it. The force of the mountain shattered Long Qi's tendons and veins, and even cracks appeared on the Longyuan Sword.
Seeing Long Qi hit the pillar and fall like a puppet with its strings cut, even the cloth strips tied to the scroll on his back were broken, and the scroll rolled and fell to the side.
She told Adao to take good care of Xinyi, and then Lingxiang ran towards Long Qi without looking back. But when she arrived, Long Qi was breathing less and more.
Lingxiang held Long Qi in her arms tremblingly, but her expression was dull.
really……
This ending is inevitable...
Lingxiang caressed Long Qi's face and looked at his features carefully.
Although stained with blood and ashes, his handsomeness could not be concealed. Compared with three years ago, he had lost some of his youthfulness and had become much more angular.
But Lingxiang would rather the person in her arms still be that unruly young man, full of vigor and energy, and unrestrained.
Stroking Long Qi's eyelashes, Lingxiang smiled with tears in her eyes.
She remembered that once upon a time, she had been extremely envious, but she still mocked Long Qi in a sarcastic tone, saying that he was seven feet tall, but had the eyebrows and eyes of a woman, which made Long Qi so angry that he almost plucked her hair out.
But now his eyes are tightly closed, and we can no longer see those sparkling eyes moving.
The most painful thing is that you know your fate is like this, but you try your best and still cannot change it.
Lingxiang lowered her head and kissed Long Qi's eyes. The tears that had been accumulating for a long time suddenly flowed down, and a sad flower bloomed on Long Qi's cheek.
This kiss made even the burning flames seem sad and cold.
In the firelight, the figure of the Demon Lord came step by step, and the heat waves fluttered the hem of his black robe, as if trying hard to stop his steps.
"Xiang'er, go back with Daddy."
The Demon Lord seemed to dislike Long Qi very much. He stopped seven steps away, stretched out his hand towards Lingxiang, and his whole body was filled with irresistible aura.
Lingxiang looked up at the Demon Lord, her eyes were red, but she was neither sad nor happy. She just looked at him straight, as if she wanted to remember the Demon Lord deeply in her heart.
But after looking for a long time, Lingxiang came back to her senses. What she remembered was only her father, the father who had always doted on her in her few memories.
The real appearance of the Demon Lord is that of a young man lying in the glazed coffin with his mother.
Lingxiang smiled, not trying to hide her contempt: "Daddy? You've been lying for so long that I'm afraid even you believe it."
"My mother is Tumi, my father is Lingxiao, and you, who are you?"
Lingxiang's tone was neither hurried nor slow, but her eyes hurt the Demon Lord. He suddenly felt sad, but he didn't understand why he was sad.
The inexplicable feeling made the Demon Lord very angry. He shouted, "Shut up!" But this feeling could not be shaken off.
"Follow me!"
The Demon Lord was furious and was about to step forward to pull Lingxiang, but Lingxiang's eyes flashed and he reached out and took out five pills from his waist.
"You're dreaming!" Lingxiang said, throwing the pill away.
As Lingxiang was thrown out, the five pills turned into five colors, rotating and distributing in five directions, floating around Lingxiang and Long Qi, forming a five-element magic circle.
Although Lingxiang is not good at formation techniques, this is the only way she can use to delay the Demon Lord for now.
But how could the Demon Lord be just an ordinary person? Facing the spiritual fragrance formation, he flicked his index finger lightly, and several cracks appeared in the formation.
"Hmph! Such a trifle!"
The Demon Lord sneered, completely losing his usual fatherly demeanor. He tapped the crack lightly with his knuckles, and the magic circle collapsed instantly.
The five pills broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, looking particularly powerless.
But seeing the Demon Lord with a sudden change of expression breaking through the formation, Lingxiang did not panic at all, but instead had a thoughtful look.
Lingxiang had seen all of the Demon Lord's momentary trance just now, and now his temper had suddenly changed. If she guessed correctly...
The Wandering Soul Grass added to the Resurrection Pill is finally taking effect...
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