Amidst the rubble on the ground, the earth-shattering battle just now seemed like a dream.
On the boundless land, the golden dragon had long since disappeared, and everyone was staring at the scene in amazement.
Luo Jianqing didn't know how much time had passed, but to him, it felt like thousands of years. In the illusion created by the Demon Lord Cang Ruo, he saw many events that happened thirty thousand years ago, and he deeply admired this long-dead Demon Lord.
However, now, the soul of this peerless demon king has been destroyed forever.
Everything happened too fast and too suddenly.
Among the demons, except for Elder Du Jue Tian, everyone else was at a loss. Even the usually calm and resourceful Yin Ji looked on in surprise, unsure how to react. Only Elder Du Jue Tian, staring at the flying yellow sand, lowered his head in self-blame, and said nothing.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Luo Jianqing groaned, feeling the wound on his back being torn and painful.
Xuan Lingzi immediately teleported to his side, hugged him with one hand, and carefully checked his injuries.
Just as Xuan Lingzi was transferring his spiritual energy into Luo Jianqing's body, Du Juetian Lao suddenly raised his head and gazed coldly at the master and disciple not far away. A complex expression filled his old face, not only hatred but also a hint of murderous intent to put Luo Jianqing to death.
Xuan Lingzi realized it in an instant, and directly blocked Luo Jianqing behind him and looked at Du Juetianlao.
Luo Jianqing was stunned: "Master?"
Xuan Lingzi raised the Xuan Ling Sword and pointed it forward, the light shining coldly.
Du Juetian said calmly, "Xuan Lingzi, your disciple is a monster and cannot be kept."
Luo Jianqing's whole body trembled, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Du Jue Tianlao vigilantly.
A slightly chilly wind gradually blew away the yellow sand that had filled the far north for years. Xuan Lingzi, wearing a bloodstained white robe, stood there calmly, his eyes indifferent, and said, "That's nonsense."
Du Juetian Lao, however, stared at Xuan Lingzi with cold eyes, his gaze piercing through him and locked tightly on Luo Jianqing. The powerful aura of the Heavenly Rank Demon Lord descended instantly, as if to form a cage to imprison Luo Jianqing.
Xuan Lingzi's eyes narrowed, and a golden sword light suddenly rose from the ground, breaking the confinement of Du Juetianlao.
For a moment, many demons stood behind Du Jue Tianlao. Most demon lords looked at him blankly, but Yin Ji pondered for a moment, her eyes wide open, and she looked at Luo Jianqing in horror. Then, she transformed into a snake tail and stared at Luo Jianqing dangerously.
Du Juetian said sinisterly, "Today, you must hand over your disciple and destroy the monster."
Xuan Lingzi said calmly: "If the demon tribe insists on doing so, then go forward and give it a try."
This time, without Elder Du Juetian having to speak, Yin Ji spitted out her bright red snake tongue and sneered, "Xuan Lingzi, even if you have reached the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, so what? Regardless of the serious injuries you suffered in the previous battle, how can you, alone, face the dozens of venerables of my demon clan!"
Luo Jianqing endured the pain in his back and shouted, "You are nothing but defeated generals of my human race."
Yin Ji smiled: "So you really want to fight ten thousand alone?"
Luo Jianqing said calmly, "Earlier on the Eleventh Sea, our human race had already won. Demon Venerable Yin Ji, the outcome is already decided."
Hearing this, Yin Ji's smile widened. Her playful gaze flickered over Luo Jianqing, but the smile never reached her eyes. After a long pause, she suddenly asked, "The outcome is already decided... Xuan Lingzi's disciple, are you so naive?"
Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes and frowned, "The demon race is indeed defeated now. When will I..."
"They are right." A low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Luo Jianqing. Luo Jianqing turned around in surprise, while Xuan Lingzi trembled and did not look back.
The white-haired Venerable Hao Xingzi slowly emerged from the crowd, his gaze complex. His cloudy eyes flashed with hesitation, contemplation, suspicion, and... murderous intent. This made Luo Jianqing subconsciously pull out the Frost Floating Sword and unconsciously become wary.
Venerable Hao Xingzi asked, "Jianqing, what level have you reached in cultivating the 'Nine Lotuses Heaven-Seizing Record'?"
Luo Jianqing remained silent and just gripped his sword tightly.
Aside from Venerable Hao Xingzi, all the other human beings nearby looked at him in confusion. The Venerables of Mount Taihua were also puzzled, their faces blank. Venerable Yuqingzi stepped forward and asked directly, "Brother Hao Xingzi, Jianqing seems to have practiced other techniques, but this is only a matter of Yuxiao Peak. What do you mean by this?"
Hao Xingzi flicked his sleeves, his eyes suddenly cold. "What is the 'Nine Lotuses Seizing the Heavens'? You all don't know. I, Hao Xingzi, have been the head of Taihua Mountain for nearly a thousand years. Aside from the head of Taihua Mountain and the master of Yuxiao Peak, no one in this world knows what the last great treasure of Taihua Mountain is. Today, I will tell all cultivators in the world that this great treasure is called the 'Nine Lotuses Seizing the Heavens'!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Hao Xingzi continued, "Taihua Mountain has stood tall on the Xuantian Continent for tens of thousands of years, reaching its peak thirty thousand years ago. At that time, the Nine Lotus Venerable of Yuxiao Peak on Taihua Mountain was renowned throughout the land. His unique creation, 'Nine Lotus Original Heart Record,' was a supreme, heavenly-grade technique. However, afterward, for unknown reasons, he created yet another technique, 'Nine Lotus Heaven-Seizing Record.' We don't fully understand the details of what happened, but this technique led to the downfall of all the peerless masters of the time, and made Taihua Mountain the target of widespread criticism from cultivators worldwide."
The elder of Feihua Sect whispered, "Thirty thousand years ago...there was no Feihua Sect at that time."
The ghost cultivators of the Broken Soul Sect also had cold expressions: "Neither does my Broken Soul Sect."
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