Ancestor Gui Yan suddenly felt something was wrong. His face changed slightly and he said, "That was all said by Hao Xingzi and Du Jue Tianlao. It has nothing to do with me."
Luo Jianqing seemed not to have heard his words. He just looked at him calmly and said in a cold voice: "In my life, apart from the demon race, the one I hate the most is the Broken Soul Sect. The people of the Broken Soul Sect are like maggots on the heel. Why is it that they are the righteous path, while the Demon Palace is the demon path? Every demon cultivator I know is straightforward and dares to take responsibility for their actions. Why can the Broken Soul Sect, which clearly cultivates with human ghosts, call itself the righteous path?!"
The Ghost Flame Patriarch loudly retorted, "How dare you, little brat, slander my Soul-Breaking Sect!"
Luo Jianqing's eyes were stern. He raised his sword to the sky and shouted, "The Soul-Breaking Sect is also a demonic sect!"
The moment his words fell, the sky suddenly erupted in thunder. A thick bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens, striking the Frost Floating Sword in Luo Jianqing's hand. Luo Jianqing performed a hand seal, and lightning suddenly converged on the Frost Floating Sword. Countless lightning snakes enveloped the slender sword, seemingly calmly flying towards the Ghost Flame Ancestor.
This sword strike was without any fluctuations, without any aura, seemingly just an ordinary strike. However, the Ghost Flame Ancestor tensed up completely, channeling all his spiritual energy and summoning the Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul Summoning Banner. Countless evil spirits howled and flew towards the slow, ordinary sword.
The moment the evil ghosts came into contact with the sword light, their souls were shattered. They were swallowed by the sword light without even being able to make a sound.
Seeing this, Ghost Flame Patriarch was horrified and subconsciously wanted to escape. But just as he turned around, a ball of fire came from behind him, ignited his body, and began to burn violently.
"Ah!!!" In the flames, Ghost Flame Ancestor let out a shrill cry.
The Phoenix Fire, the most virile and powerful of all, was the most masculine fire in the world. When this purest Phoenix Fire burned upon Ghost Flame Ancestor, he felt every inch of his skin being singed and cooked. Wisps of green energy permeated and diffused from every cell of his body. When this ghostly energy came into contact with the Phoenix Fire, it crackled and crackled, causing Ghost Flame Ancestor to experience indescribable pain.
The fire burned for a full quarter of an hour, and Ghost Flame Ancestor's body melted and shrank at a visible speed. By the time Du Jue Tianlao caught up, Luo Jianqing had already left, but Ghost Flame Ancestor was still alive! He had been burned and melted into a small fleshy ball, which was covered with gurgling bubbles and was sticky and thick, looking extremely disgusting.
An eye grew on this fleshy ball. Upon seeing Du Jue Tian Lao approach, the mouth beneath the eye immediately shouted, "Save me! Save me!"
Du Juetian looked at the meat ball in horror, hesitated for a moment, and then flew away.
“Save me!!!”
The flesh ball was constantly burned by the Phoenix Fire. As the green ghost energy gradually disappeared, the flesh ball gradually shrank. The mouth could no longer utter a word, and the flesh ball was burned into a pool of blood.
The ghost energy had already corroded the body of the Ghost Flame Ancestor. Since he embarked on the path of ghost cultivation, he has refined countless ghosts with his soul body.
Phoenix fire is the nemesis of all ghosts, capable of incinerating all evil spirits. Thus, in the final inferno, the Ghost Flame Ancestor's body was completely destroyed, leaving only a trace of blood. He had lived such a glorious life, his fame reaching far and wide; yet, in his death, he was utterly miserable, his body no longer intact, only a trace of bloody foam.
At this moment, Luo Jianqing had already slowly walked in front of a white-haired old man. The white-haired old man stared at him in astonishment, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand. He looked at Luo Jianqing's calm face, unable to utter a word, but his lips moved as if he wanted to speak.
For a long time, Luo Jianqing looked at him, and he also looked at Luo Jianqing.
Time passed quickly, and the white-haired old man was about to speak when he saw the handsome young man in front of him put the Frost Floating Sword back to his brow and raised the Xuanling Sword in his right hand. Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the white-haired old man in front of him with a cold gaze.
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