Chapter 226 Destroy God!
Dongfang Qidao: "I won't let you die, never!"
He raised his sword, gathered all the spiritual power in his body into the sword, and tried to kill the ghost cultivator in the spiritual net.
His sword pierced through the gap in the spiritual net and pierced Zheng Lingxiu's soul. The soul still dispersed in the same vague manner as before, and then gathered together again.
Dongfang Qi was unwilling to give up. He stabbed more than ten times but it was still the same. There was no way to kill the ghost cultivator in the spiritual net.
Zheng Linggui said, "You don't want her to die, right? Her source power is weak at the very top. If you use your sword to cut the top of the spiritual net, you can break the net. Then her source power will return to her body, and she won't die."
Lin Qingyue's expression changed slightly when she heard this: "Dongfang Qi, don't believe him! She's lying to you. If you destroy the spiritual network, she'll escape. This is like letting a tiger return to the mountain!"
The original power in the spiritual network was constantly eroding Zheng Linggui's soul. She endured the pain and continued to tempt Dongfang Qi:
"You see she's getting anxious, which means I'm right. So, let's talk peace! Just let me go, and I won't attack you again. If you have a way later, come and kill me openly. There's no need to risk the life of your beloved woman for a momentary victory or defeat, right?"
"I can see that you like her very much. I just realized that your eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to those of the Immortal Lord Zhuohua."
Lin Qingyue yelled angrily, "Zheng Linggui, shut up!"
At the same time, the power in the spiritual net exploded even stronger, and Zheng Linggui was squeezed into a small ball, but the arrogant voice still did not stop.
"I heard that back then, His Majesty the Demon Lord, in memory of Immortal Lord Zhuohua, kept over a thousand male favorites in the Cloud Palace. One of them, Azhuo, was particularly beloved because he resembled Immortal Lord Zhuohua. Dongfangqi, that woman was the supreme empress in the world of immortal cultivation. It's such a pity to watch such a beautiful woman perish before your eyes."
"Listen to my advice, let's each take a step back. Go ahead and make your move—Lin Qingyue, you're crazy! Accelerate the burning of your source power. Aren't you afraid of your soul being shattered?"
Lin Qingyue sneered: "Even if your soul scatters, I will make you turn into ashes!"
At the same time, the light in the spiritual net became more and more dazzling, completely enveloping the gray-black soul.
In just a quarter of an hour, this evil will be shattered and disappear from the world.
Lin Qingyue was afraid that Dongfang Qi would show some mercy, so she breathed her last and said solemnly, "Dongfang Qi... cough cough... since ancient times, a general's success has been built on the sacrifices of thousands of soldiers. You are destined to be an emperor, so you must never be soft-hearted!"
Until this moment, she was still teaching him the art of being an emperor!
Dongfang Qi's heart ached beyond words.
From a rational point of view, he knew that Lin Qingyue's approach was right. If he let the tiger go back into the mountains today, the consequences would be disastrous.
Especially since Lin Qingyue was so seriously injured, if they couldn't hit her with one strike, Guiyuan Sect would launch a full-scale counterattack, and they would be exhausted from dealing with just those puppets.
But emotionally, how could he bear to watch his beloved and that ghost cultivator perish together, and even have their souls shattered?
What should I do? What should I do?
If possible, Dongfang Qi would rather die in place of Lin Qingyue than watch her die in front of him.
Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes suddenly brightened.
"Yueyue..." He threw away the sword in his hand and began to call upon his spiritual power.
"...After returning from the Red Shadow Land, I've had a recurring dream. In it, I saw you wearing the imperial robes, sitting on a high throne, calling me Ah Zhuo..."
Lin Qingyue's eyes suddenly widened: "What did you say? Dongfang Qi, what are you doing?"
A golden spiritual power slowly emerged around Dongfang Qi.
He continued, "I always thought that it was my delusion that gave rise to that dream. But today I realized that it was actually real. Perhaps some scenes I witnessed in my previous life fell into my dreams in this life. It's just that I was too stupid to realize it..."
"Yueyue, if I can dream of your appearance in your past life, does that mean we knew each other a long, long time ago? If so, then wouldn't I also be a cultivator in my past life?"
"So..." Dongfang Qi smiled. He was naturally bright and gentle, and now his smile spread, as clear as melting snow in spring.
"If you can kill her with the power of origin, I can too!"
As the words fell, golden light emanated from his body, strands of it like vines that wrapped around the spiritual net that was transformed from Lin Qingyue's original power.
The pain that Lin Qingyue felt from the burning of her soul by the power of origin was relieved in that instant.
"Dongfangqi, don't..."
The next moment, dazzling golden light spread throughout the entire hall, making it impossible for Lin Qingyue to open her eyes.
"ah--"
Only Zheng Linggui's miserable scream was deafening, and then it was silent in an instant.
When the golden light faded and his vision cleared, he saw nothing but a vast expanse of space. The once densely packed puppets were reduced to ash by this powerful aura.
Dongfang Qi's clothes were tattered as he lay in a pool of blood. His originally fair skin was now dyed blood red, and a steady stream of blood seeped out of his pores, making him look like he was stained red with blood.
"Rise from the East!"
Lin Qingyue struggled to crawl to his side.
"Dongfangqi, how are you?"
While calling him, Lin Qingyue transferred the little spiritual energy she had left into his body.
But there seemed to be a special force in his body that was repelling her spiritual energy from entering.
"Dongfangqi, don't reject me, let me heal you, Dongfangqi! Dongfangqi!"
At this moment, Lin Qingyue seemed to have returned to the past and witnessed with her own eyes the scene of A Zhuo committing suicide for her.
She had always believed that Ah Zhuo had been reduced to ashes in the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. But just now, Dongfang Qi said that in his dream, he was called Ah Zhuo.
The sad thing is that I never discovered it!
She clearly sensed a sense of familiarity around him, he clearly came to her side, and she clearly gave so many hints, but she foolishly thought that Azhuo would never appear again.
"Dongfangqi, you asked me to heal you. When you wake up, tell me...tell me that you...are Ah Zhuo!"
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