At this moment, Venerable Yuqingzi opened his mouth wide and his body trembled; Venerable Haoxingzi also looked at this scene in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the tightly held hands of Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi.
Many venerables did not notice this scene, but Yin Ji narrowed her eyes and looked at them.
Elder Du Juetian took a step forward and said in a cold voice, "Xuan Lingzi, I do not wish to kill you. Hand over the monster, and we will forgive you for what happened."
Xuan Lingzi glanced at him calmly, ignoring him. Instead, he turned to look at Luo Jianqing. His handsome face was stained with blood, and his usually cold eyes curved slightly. Xuan Lingzi said softly, "Jianqing, are you afraid?"
Standing on the Cliff of Broken Love, the stunningly handsome monk in blue shook his head gently, his lips curled up slightly as a smile eclipsed the heavens and earth. He smiled and said, "Master, this is the first time I've loved the Cliff of Broken Love so much. It's called the Cliff of Broken Love, but can it really cause a person to break their heart?"
Xuan Lingzi shook his head: "Master, I don't know either."
Luo Jianqing, however, held his hand tightly and told him seriously: "I know, Master, this place won't allow people to break off relationships."
The smile on Xuan Lingzi's lips deepened. He rarely showed his emotions this way, but at this moment, he felt that everything in the world was silent. There was no wind, no clouds, no Mount Taihua, and no countless responsibilities.
When their fingers were intertwined, Xuan Lingzi asked again, "Jianqing, are you afraid?"
Luo Jianqing said with a smile: "With you here, how can I be afraid?"
The two people's eyes met in the air, and time was stretched to a hundred years.
A chilling wind blew past, lifting the corner of Xuan Lingzi's clothes. The next moment, in front of all the cultivators, Xuan Lingzi embraced Luo Jianqing with one hand, gently holding him in his arms. Then, with a sudden tap of his toes, the two of them jumped from the top of the Broken Love Cliff in an instant, like falling rocks!
"Junior Brother Xuan Lingzi!"
"Luo Jianqing!"
Venerable Yuqingzi and the Buddhist disciple shouted in unison, but Elder Dujuetian was faster than them.
Du Jue Tian Lao was the first to rush down the cliff, rapidly chasing Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi. Behind him, Hao Xingzi and the others also quickly flew down, giving chase. They quickly passed through the first level of the Broken Love Cliff and continued down, breaking through eight levels of danger in succession.
The various traps in the Cliff of Broken Love were child's play for these top masters. Only at the seventh level did they become truly dangerous. Seeing that everyone had already flown to the eighth level and was about to land on the ninth level.
Suddenly, Xuan Lingzi, holding Luo Jianqing, crossed the barrier without hesitation and entered the ninth level.
Hao Xingzi and others immediately stopped in front of the ninth floor. Du Juetian hesitated for a moment and then chased in again!
A cup of tea later, Elder Du Juetian fled from the ninth level in a panic. Everyone immediately turned to see him, wiping the blood from his mouth. His gaze was deep as he spoke, "Xuan Lingzi and the monster were caught in a powerful gust of wind, at least equivalent to the full force of a late-stage Spiritualization cultivator. There's a 70% chance they've perished."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and stopped talking.
All those who can come here are human cultivators in the Mahayana stage and demon lords in the Earth level.
The expressions of Guanglingzi, Wenlongzi and others changed drastically, while Haoxingzi froze in silence.
A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Ghost Flame Patriarch of the Broken Soul Sect and the Patriarch of the Bai Family, but they quickly concealed it.
The female cultivators from Feihua Sect turned their gazes away and made no statement; those from Shenjian Sect lowered their heads, as if they had heard nothing.
In the Guiyuan Sect, Master Lingshang sighed softly and said, "Amitabha." The other monks sighed with him and said "Amitabha." Only the handsome and elegant Buddhist disciple stood there speechless, his face gradually turning pale.
Qi Luo and the Qin brothers from the Demonic Palace were stunned. Qi Luo's eyes gradually became moist. After a long moment, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears and whispered softly, "If I had known this would happen, what would have been the point of your sacrifice..."
Finally, Yin Ji sneered and said, "To determine whether they have fallen, we only need to look at their life-defining objects. Taihua Mountain should have these two people's life-defining objects. We will know once we see them."
A gentle breeze slowly blows from the ninth level of danger
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