When Song Jiao saw clearly what was chasing her, she was stunned.
Isn't this the possessed Qing Yan? Has the once high-spirited young man now been corrupted by darkness to this extent?
His eyes were bloodshot, his face was distorted, and an ominous black aura surrounded him. More importantly, there was a sword wrapped around his shoulder. The sword seemed to be integrated with him, emitting a heart-pounding evil aura.
This was indeed a bit beyond her expectations.
She frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart.
He raised his hand, and a God-killing sword instantly condensed in his hand. The power of merit also attached to the sword body in an instant, flashing with dazzling golden light.
Without hesitation, she swung her sword and chopped at the opponent. The next second, Qing Yan's body was torn apart. The piece of flesh wanted to heal, but it seemed to be blocked by the power of merit on the sword. No matter how it struggled, it could not heal, and eventually turned into a bloody hole.
Li Bai hid behind Song Jiao and felt relieved when he saw her deal with Qing Yan so easily.
"Boss, you are really awesome. I was almost killed by this guy!" He said with lingering fear, his tone full of relief.
Song Jiao glanced at Li Bai and said calmly, "Stay away from me so that I won't be distracted."
There was a hint of impatience in her eyes, and she was obviously dissatisfied with Li Bai's incompetence.
Qing Yan roared again, the voice full of unwillingness and anger.
"Why don't you let me absorb your luck? Why? I hate you! I hate you!" He roared at Li Bai for a while, then turned to Song Jiao, "It was you who killed my system. I will kill you, kill you!"
His voice was filled with hatred and murderous intent, as if he wanted to swallow up the entire world.
Song Jiao snorted coldly, raised the God-killing Sword in her hand again, and pointed the tip of the sword at Qing Yan. "Well, come here, that dog, let me see what you can do!"
Her tone was full of indifference and sarcasm, and she obviously didn't care about Qing Yan's threat.
Song Jiao was agile, and the God-Slaying Sword in her hand was like a living thing, dancing according to her will, and every swing landed accurately on Qing Yan's vital points.
Although Qing Yan was eroded by darkness, he was once a cultivator after all. He roared and tried to fight back with his remaining strength. However, under Song Jiao's sharp sword, his attack seemed so powerless, like a candle in the wind, swaying and about to go out.
"Why are you so strong?!" Qing Yan panted, his voice full of unwillingness and despair.
His body had been scarred and bloodied by Song Jiao's sword, and it was almost unrecognizable as a human form.
Song Jiao smiled slightly, her eyes cold and firm, "Of course that's because."
As the words fell, Song Jiao's sword became more fierce, and every sword seemed to split Qing Yan's soul in half.
Qing Yan's roar gradually weakened, eventually turning into a faint gasp. He collapsed to the ground, severely injured, his eyes filled with resentment and resentment.
"If I die, this body will die too!" Qing Yan threatened with his last bit of strength. The power of the void in his body seemed to be trembling, and he looked at Song Jiao in disbelief.
Song Jiao raised her eyes slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes, "And then? Is it related to me? Do you think I still care about the life and death of this body?"
Qing Yan was stunned, and the void power in his body became even more flustered. "Don't you like him? Haven't you always been protecting him?"
Song Jiao sneered, "Who told you that? Since there's no way to save him, let's just put his soul to rest! I don't think the Heavenly Dao will mind."
After she finished speaking, she swung the sword in her hand down again, this time with determination and coldness.
The sword flashed like lightning, instantly splitting Qing Yan's body and severing his last connection with this world. Qing Yan's body twitched a few times on the ground, and finally turned into a cloud of black smoke, dissipating into the air.
Li Bai was stunned watching from the side, "What a big boss!"
After dealing with Qing Yan, Song Jiao began to collect data, her eyes flashing with calmness and determination.
The data stream on the screen kept scrolling, and she carefully analyzed every line of code and every number, trying to find the secret of the Void Spirit.
After several days of hard work, the data finally came together to form a clear picture.
Song Jiao came to the conclusion: squeezing the original owner's soul, controlling the body, and absorbing luck, this is the pattern of the Void Spirit.
And their ultimate goal is to drag the original owner to death in order to achieve some unknown purpose.
"The existence of this kind of thing is really a headache." Song Jiao rubbed her temples, feeling a surge of worry in her heart.
She didn't know how many such beings there were, but just imagining it gave her a chill.
At the same time, Li Bai, sensing the danger of this world, began to practice desperately.
She knew she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, and she had to improve her strength as quickly as possible. For a month, she worked almost non-stop, and finally reached the Divine Sovereign realm.
When she stood on the top of the mountain and felt the tremendous power surging in her body, she resolutely chose to return to her original world.
"System 0486, I want to go back." Li Bai's voice was firm.
"Okay, host. I have received your wish and am preparing a passage for you to return to your original world." The system's voice sounded with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
Li Bai closed her eyes and felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the familiar world.
She lived an ordinary life, experiencing laughter and tears, growth and aging.
As her life was about to end, she did not feel fear or regret, but only an inexplicable anticipation in her heart.
At this moment, the system appeared in front of her again, emitting a soft light.
"Host, do you want to become a quick-travel missioner? This is the Lord God's favor to you. Generally, people who die in their original world will not return to their original world." There was a hint of temptation in the system's voice.
"Lord God?" Li Bai looked confused. She had never heard of this word.
The system slowly explained: "This is the big boss you mentioned. She is the main god of the fast-travel world and controls the fate of countless worlds."
She suddenly remembered what Song Jiao had said before.
Li Bai thought about it and felt that it might be a good idea to explore different worlds.
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation: "I am willing to be a fast-travel tasker."
"Okay, connecting you to the next mission world!" There was a hint of joy in the system's voice.
Song Jiao watched this scene from a distance and smiled with satisfaction.
The person she likes is indeed not wrong!
This world has been almost solved, and she has simply left the world.
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