There was a hint of teasing in Song Jiao's tone. She raised her hand slightly, and Luo Qingjue's other hand was cut off in an instant.
Luo Qingjue had completely fallen into despair at this time. He lay on the ground with his limbs broken, like a worm with its shell peeled off.
But he was still unwilling to give in. He looked up at Song Jiao and began to beg for mercy.
Only now was he completely certain that he could not kill this woman at all.
"Ruan Qing... as long as you let me go, I can give you all my cultivation! As long as you are willing, the demon world will respect you!" His voice trembled and was full of begging.
However, Song Jiao just smiled faintly, and her fingers moved slightly, and the God-Slaying Sword emitted a dazzling light again.
"Unfortunately, I don't need anything. All I want is your death!" Her voice was cold and firm. With the movement of her hand and the fall of the knife, Luo Qingjue's head rolled to the ground.
The air around seemed to freeze at this moment. Luo Qingjue's soul tried to escape, but was grabbed by Song Jiao.
"I told you to die! Why are you still thinking of running away?" Her tone revealed a bit of irritation, and then she pinched hard, and Luo Qingjue's soul flew away in an instant.
When Luo Qingjue's soul disappeared, Song Jiao's mission progress finally reached 100%. As for the souls all over the mountain, she snapped her fingers and sent them all into reincarnation.
These people's talents and qualifications will never be found again in their next life.
As for those disciples whose cultivation was destroyed, they were swallowed by monsters on the way down the mountain and died completely.
Now, there is only one sect in the entire world of immortal cultivation, the Tianlan Sect.
She then sealed the demon world and returned to the sect, then left this world lying on a recliner.
When Ruan Qing slowly opened her eyes, the morning light penetrated the curtains like a thin thread, sprinkled on her face, bringing a touch of warmth.
She blinked, and the scene before her gradually became clear—the sect was still intact, standing majestically among the mountains, as if yesterday's bloody storm was just a dream.
Beside her, a sword lay there quietly, the sword body emitting a faint cold light and exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Is this... the Luosheng Sword?" Ruan Qing was shocked. She had heard the legend of this sword, but never thought it would appear before her eyes.
She stretched out her hand cautiously, and lightly touched the hilt of the sword with her fingertips. A cool feeling instantly surged into her body, as if some mysterious power was resonating with her.
At this moment, the sword techniques of the Spirit Sword Sect flowed into her mind like a trickle of water. Those complicated sword moves and exquisite sword intent appeared in her mind one by one, as clear as if she had practiced for many years.
At the same time, many treasures in the secret realm emerged in her mind, each of which emitted an alluring light, making her dazzled.
"Lord God...is this what you left for me?" Ruan Qing murmured to himself, with an indescribable feeling of emotion in his heart.
She knew that these gifts were not just material, but also a manifestation of Song Jiao's trust and expectations for her.
She stood up, gripping the God-Slaying Sword tightly, and gazed determinedly into the distance. "I swear, I will make the Tianlan Sect prosper and not let your hopes be dashed!"
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