Luo Jianqing stood in front of the stone couch, not moving.
After a moment, Mo Qiu said in a hoarse voice: "Get out of here."
Luo Jianqing hesitated for a moment, and finally placed three small jade bottles next to Mo Qiu, then turned and left.
Lying on the stone couch, Mo Qiu's eyes gradually became moist, but the tears never fell. Just as Luo Jianqing reached the cave entrance, Mo Qiu shouted sternly, "Luo Jianqing, don't ever appear before me again in this life, or I will kill you! I will chop you into pieces, severing your flesh from your bones!"
Luo Jianqing paused, but finally walked out.
In the following days, Luo Jianqing found another cave in the valley and continued his practice.
In reality, the Blood Spirit Fruit didn't belong to Mo Qiu at all; he simply snatched it. Luo Jianqing was right: the most valuable treasures in the world belong to the capable. Regardless, in the world of cultivation, strength reigns supreme. Even if Luo Jianqing had used a trick to snatch the Blood Spirit Fruit, it was well-deserved and unquestionable.
"He said... he has many ways to kill me?" Thinking of the red-robed demon cultivator lying motionless on the stone couch, Luo Jianqing sighed softly and shook his head: "It seems he fainted from anger, his imagination is out of control."
Days passed, and Luo Jianqing had no idea of Mo Qiu's situation, nor did he hear any sound from his cave. That morning, Luo Jianqing walked towards the Golden Flame River as usual, partly to find a way out and partly to increase his own strength.
When Luo Jianqing approached the golden flame within ten feet, the flame suddenly became fierce.
The flames transformed into a giant golden eagle, which flew down from the sky and pecked at Luo Jianqing's eyes. Luo Jianqing raised his Frost Floating Sword and cut it off with one blow! At a distance of nine feet, the flames transformed into a golden tiger, roaring and attacking Luo Jianqing. Luo Jianqing used his sword to draw thunder and shatter the tiger into pieces!
When Luo Jianqing gritted his teeth and came to three feet away from the flaming river!
The flame turned into a long golden dragon!
The dragon had five claws, its scales vivid, and an ancient, powerful aura. It spiraled out of the river of fire, slightly lowering its massive dragon head as it gazed down at Luo Jianqing. Suddenly, the dragon spoke in human language: "Dao Xiu. You are a human Dao Xiu!"
Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed, and he immediately raised his sword, drawing thunder with the sword!
"Who are you!"
The golden fire dragon breathed out a fiery breath, melting the thunder that Luo Jianqing had brought down.
"Sword cultivators, what I hate most are the sword cultivators among you Taoist cultivators. Especially that... sword cultivator from that mountain, he's truly incomparably annoying. Now that you're here, I'll just kill you, so I don't get annoyed by looking at you."
As soon as the words fell, a scorching dragon's breath hit him! The temperature was so intense that the cliffs surrounding the valley seemed to melt. The air gradually began to swirl with heat, and waves of heat swelled in all directions, touching many ordinary plants and quickly scorching them.
Luo Jianqing chanted the incantation without hesitation, and the Frost Floating Sword flew into the air.
"One sword turns into nine lotuses!"
A nine-sword green lotus pierced straight towards the dragon's breath, colliding with a shocking white light!
"This flower! This damn flower! You are that man's descendant! Ahhhhhhh! I'm going to kill you!"
The dragon fire surged even hotter, its flames now golden, piercing Luo Jianqing with visible heat. Without hesitation, Luo Jianqing retreated, retreating within a thirty-meter radius. In an instant, the golden fire extinguished, the air temperature slowly dropped, and the golden dragon's body gradually vanished.
Before fading away, the golden flame roared angrily, "That day is coming soon! You're going to die! You're going to die! I refuse to accept this. I'm going to kill that person's heir. I'm going to kill that person's heir..."
The flames returned to the golden river of fire. Luo Jianqing leaned on the Frost Floating Sword, breathing heavily.
This river of fire was too dangerous. If he could not avoid the attack by retreating to a certain range, Luo Jianqing had no doubt that he would be killed by the fire dragon!
"The dragon race is born at the seventh level, so this dragon must be at least at the out-of-body stage."
"That person... if that person also uses the sword moves from the 'Nine Lotus Heart Record', could it be one of my great-grandmasters from Yuxiao Peak?"
"And...what day was that?"
All mysteries remain unsolved.
The first two questions were still unknown to Luo Jianqing with his current cultivation level, but when the day of the last question suddenly came, Luo Jianqing's hair stood on end, and he looked in horror at the rivers of fire flowing into and out of the caves on both sides of the valley, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
The next moment, countless fierce gusts of wind blew in from the small mountain pass!
Covering the sky and earth! Darkness enveloped the night!
To prevent the flaming river from overflowing, Luo Jianqing had long ago dug a tunnel beneath the cliff face, setting up a massive formation using countless Xuan-grade magic weapons and one Earth-grade magic weapon. He now intended to quickly enter and take shelter, but just as he was about to enter the tunnel, he suddenly looked up at the cave on the other side. Hesitantly, Luo Jianqing gripped the Frost Floating Sword. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly, tiptoeing, he darted into the cave.
"Luo Jianqing!"
Mo Qiu's angry voice sounded.
Luo Jianqing didn't give him a chance to speak. He lifted the man up by the waist, put him on his shoulders, and ran out of the cave.
At this moment, the strong wind has already blown into the valley!
As soon as he came out of the cave, a strong wind blew towards him. Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed and he immediately dodged to the side.
boom!
The cave behind him disappeared.
Mo Qiu suddenly opened his eyes wide and exclaimed in surprise, "The innate strong wind of the Heavenly Rank Demon Venerable Wind-Splitting Hawkbill Beast!"
Luo Jianqing couldn't hear Mo Qiu's words at all. He carried Mo Qiu's powerless body, and Mo Qiu's head hung behind him. Luo Jianqing took out the Frost Floating Sword and split the rocks along the way, clearing a path for himself to the tunnel.
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