The Buddhist monk's face was covered in blood. He stared in astonishment at the black-clad girl who refused to let go. After a long moment, he somehow managed to laugh and said softly, "Donor, you've lost your mind again. You say you risked your life, but I just fell. How can that be considered death?"
Yunxiang angrily shouted, "Shut up!"
The Buddhist disciple said helplessly: "Amitabha, please shut up."
Seeing this scene, Luo Jianqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, his current condition was not much better. Mo Qiu had to drag three people, and he also had to drag two people, and his cultivation was even lower than Mo Qiu's.
But when Luo Jianqing looked up, he saw that Mo Qiu's red robe had already been soaked with blood and was sticking to his body.
The one who released this pressure might be just a cultivator in the Fusion Stage, but it was filled with endless murderous intent. This pressure was unlike the pressure Xuan Lingzi used to reprimand Luo Jianqing or Hao Xingzi used to test Mo Qiu. Their pressure was simply an assessment of the younger generation by an elder, unlike the current one that was full of killing moves.
Seeing Mo Qiu like this, Luo Jianqing felt his throat choked, but there was nothing he could do to help him.
After a moment, Mo Qiu roared angrily and cursed at the crowd below: "I'm going to kill you sooner or later!"
Then, a crimson light shone brightly from Mo Qiu's body, and terrifying black demonic energy swirled around him. This demonic energy seemed slightly different from anything Luo Jianqing had seen before. Instead of being pure black, it was mixed with a hint of blood-red. When this demonic energy appeared, it lost its pressure. Mo Qiu kicked off and ascended onto the jade bead.
Mo Qiu exerted force on his wrist and pulled Luo Jianqing up, followed by Yunxiang and Fozi.
As soon as Yunxiang got on the jade bead, she fainted. Luo Jianqing immediately took out the pill and gave it to her.
The situation of the Buddha's son was not much better. He was the person closest to the center of the pressure, and his face was pale at this moment.
After Luo Jianqing took care of Yunxiang, he turned around and saw Mo Qiu spit out a mouthful of boiling blood and fall backwards. Luo Jianqing rushed over to help him up. At that moment, the terrifying pressure finally disappeared, and the black and red evil spirit that enveloped the jade bead also dissipated.
Mo Qiu collapsed in Luo Jianqing's arms, his eyes closed and blood flowing from his lips.
Luo Jianqing immediately used his spiritual power to probe into Mo Qiu's body. The next moment, he opened his eyes wide and said, "How is this possible!"
In just a blink of an eye, Mo Qiu fell from half a step out of the body and returned to the late Nascent Soul stage.
Luo Jianqing had never heard of anyone's cultivation level regressing so quickly. Mo Qiu didn't appear to be seriously injured, but his cultivation level had regressed. Somehow, the bloody black demonic energy from earlier suddenly appeared before Luo Jianqing's eyes. A flash of inspiration struck him, but when he tried to capture it, it vanished completely.
Now, without the pressure, the four of them adjusted themselves on the jade beads.
Not long after, Mo Qiu also woke up. Apart from the decline in his cultivation level, there was nothing unusual about him.
But this time, he and the Buddhist disciple exchanged glances. Mo Qiu's face was gloomy, and even the Buddhist disciple no longer had a smile on his face.
The Buddhist disciple said, "This sin... is too heavy."
Mo Qiu said calmly, "At least 100,000 people were killed."
The Buddhist disciple controlled the jade bead and gradually flew to the ground. The moment he reached the ground, Luo Jianqing saw a bright red river. This river flowed from the front of the mountain path. It was just a river, nothing else, it was... a river of blood.
The stench of blood made Luo Jianqing's face darken.
The further they walked, the more they could see broken bodies and pieces of torn flesh. Luo Jianqing's face gradually lost its expression, Yunxiang's face was pale, and although the Buddhist disciple looked unchanged, he was clutching his Buddhist beads tightly, his eyes filled with anger.
Only Mo Qiu just watched quietly, without any sadness or joy.
When the four of them reached a village and saw the pile of corpses, Yunxiang finally couldn't help but vomit. As she vomited, she wiped her tears and said, "Is there really such a cruel demon cultivator in this world?"
Mo Qiu said coldly: "As a demon cultivator, why do you say that?"
Yunxiang said, "But I have never killed anyone!"
As soon as these words fell, Luo Jianqing and the Buddhist disciple froze, only to hear Yunxiang continue, "My master said that once a demon cultivator kills someone, it's difficult to turn back. That's why, since I was a child, he has commanded me not to kill, let alone take away the spiritual energy from other cultivators. Otherwise, why am I still so far from the Nascent Soul stage after thirty-nine years of cultivation?"
Upon hearing this, the Buddhist disciple said coldly, "But the Demon Lord killed 3.61 million people in his lifetime."
Yunxiang suddenly glared at the Buddhist disciple and said fiercely, "You are not allowed to talk about my master!"
The Buddhist disciple was no longer as gentle and warm as before. His eyes reflected the horrific mountain of corpses, and he spoke calmly, "I didn't lie, so why deny it, benefactor? The Demon Lord climbed to his position by stepping on the corpses of other cultivators. Wasn't the reason our Guiyuan Sect relocated to Cenzhou over a thousand years ago to curb that inhumane Demon Lord?"
Yunxiang attacked with a claw: "You can't talk about my master!"
The Buddhist disciple did not dodge the claw, and Yunxiang quickly withdrew her hand, but she also dug out a piece of bloody flesh from the Buddhist disciple's chest.
The Buddhist disciple's face remained stern. The hand holding the Buddhist beads had already clenched, and the other hand pointed at the mountain of corpses, scolding: "This is the majority of the demon cultivators in the world! This is just a village. Do you know that there is no one living within a hundred miles! You can't see it, but I can! This bloody karma has already soared to the sky that even the sky can't bear to watch! Yunxiang, you don't kill people because you have a good master, but this doesn't mean that other demon cultivators are the same. The most evil one is the demon lord Mo Qianqiu, the leader of the demon cultivators!"
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