Luo Jianqing put his fingers together, condensed a green sword energy, and directly wrapped around the blood-red whip.
"Friend Mo! You are seriously injured right now. I don't understand the matter of the Blood Spirit Fruit either. Don't worry!"
Without a word, Mo Qiu retracted his whip with a flick of his wrist. He propped himself up on the stone bed with one hand, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He sneered, "What else is there to say? Since you've already signed a contract with the Blood Spirit Fruit, I won't be able to obtain it in this lifetime unless I kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another whip came at him.
This was the first time Luo Jianqing had faced Mo Qiu's Formless Blood Shadow Whip head-on, and it was a whip that used the black demonic energy without reservation! The long whip danced in the air like countless red blood snakes, constantly snaking and swimming, forming dense blood-red shadows.
Luo Jianqing did not dare to exaggerate and directly took out the Frost Floating Sword.
The silver narrow sword and the blood-red long whip clashed in the cave. A flash of sword light passed, and the stone edge was cut in half; a shadow of whip followed, and the broken stones flew everywhere! After more than a dozen exchanges, Mo Qiu's blood-red whip gradually lost the upper hand. Luo Jianqing slashed with a thunder sword, and the cold long sword pierced Mo Qiu's throat!
In response, Mo Qiu silently wiped the blood from his lips and sneered, "Believe it or not, I now have eighty-one ways to shatter you to pieces and make you never be reborn."
The voice was cold and indifferent, carrying with it a murderous intent that seemed to have crawled out of the abyss.
Luo Jianqing still held up his sword and looked at him. After a moment, he said, "Mo Qiu, when I woke up, the Blood Spirit Fruit was already inside me. I don't know how it happened. Maybe it came to me on its own, and then..."
"Bullshit! If it wants to get close to me, it can only get close to me! Do you know what the Blood Spirit Fruit is?!"
Luo Jianqing asked: "What is the Blood Spirit Fruit?"
Back then, near the sand dunes, no one, whether Yan Su of the Broken Soul Sect, Fairy Minghua of the Flying Flower Sect, or even the members of the other eight great families, could recognize the blood-colored fruit. Luo Jianqing had always believed that the blood-colored fruit was a variant of the Flame Fruit. The book "Seeking Immortality" also never explained what it was; Li Xiuchen always called it the "Blood Fruit."
Mo Qiu's face was pale at this moment. The spiritual power he had just recovered was completely consumed by the fight just now.
Mo Qiu said coldly: "Do you know that I am not a Taoist cultivator?"
After a moment of silence, Luo Jianqing said, "You are a demon cultivator."
"Yes, I am a demon cultivator." Mo Qiu admitted very readily, "This Blood Spirit Fruit is a unique product of our demon cultivators. The way of cultivation of demon cultivators is the way of killing. Of all the demon cultivators I have ever met, there are less than ten who do not have blood on their hands. Looking at the entire world, 99% of demon cultivators kill innocent lives; less than a hundred demon cultivators kill their enemies and those who deserve to die."
Luo Jianqing couldn't help but ask: "Mo Qiu, have you ever killed... a human cultivator?" Besides, you have only been practicing for a few years, how many demonic cultivators can you have seen.
Mo Qiu raised his enchanting eyes and looked at Luo Jianqing with an icy gaze. They stared at each other, the Frost Floating Sword between them, a sword that could cut through the throat with a single blow. After a moment, Mo Qiu raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Mo Qiu has never killed a cultivator before."
Somehow, Luo Jianqing suddenly felt relieved.
Mo Qiu then continued, "The path of demonic cultivation is too bloody, so most demonic cultivators in the world encounter bottlenecks at the fusion stage and find it difficult to advance in this lifetime. Therefore, demonic cultivators have a method of cultivation called the Blood Spirit Method. The demonic cultivator concentrates all his spiritual power into his blood, and waters a blood spirit tree. The more powerful the demonic cultivator, the longer the blood spirit tree takes to cultivate, and the more suffering it endures. After the blood spirit tree bears blood spirit fruit, the demonic cultivator eats the blood spirit fruit and begins to practice the Blood Spirit Method."
Luo Jianqing asked in surprise: "Just eat it?" The implication was that it was so easy?
Mo Qiu laughed sarcastically and said, "What do you know? When the Blood Spirit Fruit matures, the demon cultivator's spiritual power and blood are exhausted. If the demon cultivator wants to practice the Blood Spirit Method, he must eat the Blood Spirit Fruit immediately while he has a spiritual connection with the spiritual power in it. In other words, if a demon cultivator who has no spiritual power in his body and has lost his blood eats the Blood Spirit Fruit filled with his spiritual power, do you know what the result will be?"
Luo Jianqing said without hesitation: "He exploded and died."
Without spiritual power and even blood, it is just a walking corpse, just stronger than ordinary people. However, it is extremely dangerous to die like this.
Mo Qiu nodded and said, "Yes, so only one in a hundred demon cultivators can be reborn by consuming the Blood Spirit Fruit. There are plenty of Blood Spirit Fruits in the world, it just depends on whether you can find them." After a pause, a look of sadness and helplessness flashed in Mo Qiu's eyes. He sighed and said, "The path of demon cultivators is extremely powerful in the early stages, but endlessly difficult in the later stages. The Blood Spirit Method is easy to talk about, but in the demon world where people use it to break through the realm, the highest realm they can achieve is just the Fusion Stage."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing gradually fell silent.
One held the sword, the other bowed his head, and the two remained silent for a long time. In the end, it was Mo Qiu who gave up and collapsed. Luo Jianqing realized that this man had already reached the end of his strength and was just holding on, not wanting to collapse in front of him.
Mo Qiu leaned weakly on the stone couch, looking at Luo Jianqing with strange and complicated eyes, still saying non-stop: "Luo Jianqing, give me back my blood spirit fruit..."
Luo Jianqing was silent for a long time, then said, "You also said that if I don't die, this Blood Spirit Fruit will never return to you. And Fellow Daoist Mo, there's no such thing as who owns the most valuable treasures in the world; those who are capable get them. Although I didn't voluntarily snatch this Blood Spirit Fruit, but... I'm sorry, I can't obey your order."
Mo Qiu slowly closed his eyes, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
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