Mo Qianqiu looked up in surprise, and with his spiritual sense he discovered that the other party had transformed into a human form.
Jin Li's palm tightly grasped the blood-red whip, and he walked in the direction of the whip. Mo Qianqiu used his powerful demonic energy to force a special move and attacked Jin Li, but his move was easily countered by the opponent. He could only let the opponent's fingers exert force and snatch away his life-saving magic weapon.
A cold hand was placed on Mo Qianqiu's heart.
Mo Qianqiu's body tensed up and his lips moved.
The divine beast's cold and trembling voice rang out softly: "...Who are you?"
This darkness has pushed Jin Li to such an extent that in just one year, he has forgotten who sealed him in.
Mo Qianqiu scoffed and didn't answer. He wanted to push Jin Li away, but he was no match for him.
That cold hand was still pressed against his chest, separated only by a thin layer of clothing. Beneath his skin, lay his beating heart. Throw, thump, it beat slowly, clearly lifeless.
Mo Qianqiu suddenly felt Jin Li's hand on his chest tremble. Jin Li tried to suppress the trembling, but it was impossible to hide it. He asked again, "Who are you?" Mo Qianqiu didn't give him an answer, so he continued to ask.
It's like a silly child, asking himself questions over and over again.
Bloody demonic energy gradually gathered in Mo Qianqiu's right hand. It was his last remaining strength. He knew he would die, and he knew he would likely be slain by the enemy soon. But he wanted to inflict some damage on the enemy before dying. If so, perhaps fifty years from now, when the enemy left this space, his strength would decline, making it easier for those outside to deal with him.
When Jin Li asked for the ninety-second time, Mo Qianqiu suddenly attacked the opponent.
Jin Li just raised his hand to block the attack, then he subconsciously exerted force and stabbed in with his right hand.
Mo Qianqiu opened his eyes wide and let out a very short groan from his throat. Blood flowed down his chest. The stupid divine beast pierced his heart, grasped the heart in one hand, and then took it out easily.
The smell of blood immediately filled the entire space.
Mo Qianqiu's breath suddenly plummeted, and his body went limp, nearly falling. He reluctantly reached out, trying to grab Jin Li's hand. But the next moment, there was a "bang!", and Jin Li exerted force with his right hand, crushing the heart into pieces in his hand, leaving his hand covered in blood.
“Cough cough cough…”
Large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of Mo Qianqiu's mouth. At that moment, he knew that his life span would not exceed another year. One year, at most, and he would surely perish, dying in this place surrounded by darkness.
But the person who crushed his heart still murmured in confusion: "Why... do you want me to dig out your heart? Who are you? Where is this place... It's so dark, it's so dark here... Ahhhhhhh!!!"
boom!
The pressure of the divine beast burst out from Jin Li's body, instantly knocking Mo Qianqiu away.
This terrifying shockwave sent a sharp pain through the already severely injured Mo Qianqiu's head. He slowly closed his eyes and passed out. Before he passed out, he seemed to see through the thick darkness and see a handsome and elegant blue-robed demon lord crouching on the ground, hugging his body. He seemed to be terrified, muttering over and over, "It's so dark here... so dark... I don't want it, I don't want it..."
Closing his eyes completely, Mo Qianqiu vaguely thought of something that happened a long time ago.
Over a thousand years ago, he, a peerless powerhouse among the human race, battled for years with the world's last remaining divine beast. The two would often engage in lethal blows upon contact, but he knew his strength was inferior to the other's. The divine beast rarely struck deadly blows, only occasionally intervening in the wars between the two races.
Then, Venerable Wu Xiaozi, the then head of Yuxiao Peak in Taihua Mountain, came to him and told him that his old rival was about to break through to the God Transformation Realm.
What kind of strength would a divine beast in the God Transformation Stage have?
Mo Qianqiu's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately understood that this was a catastrophe for the human race.
Then Wu Xiaozi told him: "The two of us will work together to take away his demon pill and never let him become a god!"
Eighty-four years later, he met him again at a battle. The man was wearing a blue brocade robe, his long hair was tied up with a ribbon, and his azure eyes sparkled like a pair of emerald gems under the clear sky.
Mo Qianqiu loves beautiful women in his life, and he arrogantly thinks that he is the best in the world.
This man was not even half as good as him, but he had a strange aura, as if he was high above and born in the sky.
During that battle, Mo Qianqiu raised his magic whip, gradually guiding the opponent into the trap he and Wu Xiaozi had set up long ago. When the formation was activated and the man was trapped within it, he finally revealed a look of surprise and panic.
Wu Xiaozi stabilized the formation and said to him, "Demon Lord, go and take away his demon pill!"
The man shouted angrily, "Wu Xiaozi, you actually set a trap with your Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivation. The human race is truly despicable and shameless!"
Mo Qianqiu smiled upon hearing this. He walked up to the man, dressed in a blood-red robe. He remained unmoved by the man's cold, ruthless gaze. He simply curled his red lips and sneered, "As the saying goes, all is fair in war. Demon Lord, you don't even understand this principle. You're truly foolish."
"Mo Qianqiu!"
Mo Qianqiu ignored him and turned to look at Wu Xiaozi, saying, "Can your magic really take away his demon pill?"
Wu Xiaozi nodded: "Hurry up, he is indeed a divine beast. Even if my realm is higher than his, I can't trap him for long."
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