Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide, and with a loud "crack," a crack appeared on Li Xiuchen's head. Blood gushed out from the crack, and Li Xiuchen's blind eyes widened. The blow had simultaneously shattered his sea of consciousness and his soul. Even in his final moments, he seemed unaware that he would die in this way, and he breathed his last.
All this happened too quickly. Luo Jianqing decisively threw away the Immortal Binding Rope, allowing Li Xiuchen's body to fall into the lake and be eaten by a group of piranhas.
The monk who attacked Li Xiuchen howled, "Is my elder brother really dead?"
Luo Jianqing felt a flicker of disdain, but he was speechless. He had already guessed that this cultivator might be related to the late Mahayana cultivator he had killed earlier, but that person was long dead. What was the point of killing Li Xiuchen now? Li Xiuchen hadn't felt much pain; he had died so easily.
For the first time, Luo Jianqing felt he shouldn't have overthinking and holding off on killing Li Xiuchen. He knew there was a 90% chance Li Xiuchen wasn't dead, and might even have found his freedom. But Li Xiuchen's death was so painless. He should have tortured him to death himself.
But it was useless to think about these things now. Luo Jianqing hugged Xuan Lingzi and flew forward.
The closer they got to the abyss, the stronger the gale became. Luo Jianqing even had a vague feeling that this was no ordinary gale.
Gangfeng is a powerful wind that is generated by concentrated pressure, using spiritual energy as the wind. Wherever a powerful Gangfeng wind passes, it sweeps away everything. For example, every ten years, a storm will blow across the entire Far North Sea. During that year, even Xuan Lingzi dare not easily enter the Far North.
The Wind God Sea is a dangerous place formed 30,000 years ago by the death of nearly a hundred powerful humans in the God Transformation Stage. The blood is the sea and the spiritual power is the wind.
Besides the Wind God Sea, Luo Jianqing had also encountered a strong wind in the Flowing Flame Valley in his early years. That strong wind was formed by the spiritual power of an Earth-rank Wind Demon Lord. It was far inferior to the strong wind in the Wind God Sea, and even worse than the strong wind in the abyss. Back then, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu were only at the Golden Core stage, but they both escaped safely.
Behind him, Du Juetian was chasing him more and more closely.
The unfamiliar Mahayana cultivator, who was at the early stage of the Mahayana stage, had been left far behind by Luo Jianqing and Du Jue Tianlao, and was no longer visible. Even if Luo Jianqing was faster or more gifted, the gap between the two realms made it impossible for him to surpass Du Jue Tianlao.
There is a world of difference between the Mahayana stage and the Spirit Transformation stage.
Before Xuan Lingzi reached the Divine Transformation Stage, the human race and the demon race were at war, with the demon race even having the upper hand. However, once Xuan Lingzi reached the Divine Transformation Stage, the demon race was forced to sign a peace agreement, and the two races maintained peace for a hundred years.
Luo Jianqing could kill a cultivator who had reached the late Mahayana stage and reached the Great Perfection, but he could not possibly defeat Du Jue Tianlao, let alone Du Jue Tianlao who had most likely broken through to the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation stage.
Beads of sweat streamed down Luo Jianqing's forehead. The gale before him grew stronger, and the demon king behind him was chasing him ever closer. When he saw the abyss ten miles away, Luo Jianqing felt as if he were surrounded by a thick gust of wind, blowing from all directions, making it impossible to resist.
At this time, Du Jue Tianlao really caught up.
Elder Du Juetian raised his hand to the sky, and immense demonic energy condensed into a giant mountain, blocking Luo Jianqing's way. A terrifying pressure emanated from the mountain, striking Luo Jianqing from behind, forcing him to step back three steps and hold the person in his arms even tighter.
Luo Jianqing slowly turned his head and looked at Du Juetianlao.
No matter how strong the abyssal gale was, it was now blowing calmly, not as violently as it had been ten years ago. Luo Jianqing could handle such a gale; his only opponent was the unfathomable demon king before him.
Elder Du Juetian, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, walked step by step to Luo Jianqing. He looked at the handsome and stubborn blue-robed monk from afar, and his eyes quickly swept to the unconscious Xuan Lingzi in the latter's arms. Elder Du Juetian's eyes narrowed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly became alert again.
He asked in a cold voice, "Did you kill all those people before?"
Luo Jianqing held the Frost Floating Sword tightly and did not reveal any information.
Du Juetian said coldly: "It turned out to be you who killed him!"
Old Du Juetian saw it at the first sight. Luo Jianqing was just at the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Tribulation, but among the human cultivators and demon lords who had entered the ninth level of danger before, there were at least three people who had reached the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Mahayana!
If these people were all killed by Luo Jianqing, then...
This boy is truly a monster!
This child cannot be kept!
Elder Du Jue Tian suddenly raised his dragon-headed staff, drawing down streaks of silvery-white lightning. In the dark sky of the ninth level of peril, silver snakes writhed in the thick darkness, emitting crackling sounds. Elder Du Jue Tian pointed forward, and thick bolts of lightning struck down from the sky, carrying tiny streaks of lightning, striking directly at Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing keenly sensed a hint of a deadly aura, yet he remained unfazed. He immediately drew out the Bright Green Jade Pearl, and the Green Lotus Primordial Spirit flew out from his Dantian, pouring his spiritual energy into it. With his other hand, he tapped the Frost Floating Sword, and a stream of green lotus flowers appeared. One flower blossomed, then two, and the Bright Green Jade Pearl erupted in a dazzling radiance, forcing out an eighth green lotus.
Luo Jianqing let out a low shout, raised his hand, grasped the sword, and slashed forward.
The massive sword shadow collided with the terrifying thunder, creating a resounding explosion that crushed the surrounding fierce gale. For a moment, the area around them became a gale-force vacuum, with no gale flowing through it at all.
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