The demon cultivator had already fallen into some kind of demonic barrier, screaming in pain, his eyes bloodshot and unable to discern anything. However, he still tightly grasped the bone knife. When he accidentally saw Luo Jianqing, he suddenly roared: "I will kill you!!!"
The next moment, a surging sword light rushed towards Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing raised his sword to block, but this time, the knife shadow stopped instantly when it was still ten meters away from him.
A blood-red whip pierced the demon cultivator's skull, entering from the back of his head and exiting between his eyebrows. The demon cultivator's eyes widened in fear, and he slowly turned around. He looked at the red-robed demon cultivator standing behind him, his eyes filled with disbelief, and said in a hoarse voice, "This...this demon whip...you are a demon...demon..."
Another whip pierced the demon cultivator's throat and finally killed him completely!
Mo Qiu's lips were bleeding. He raised his hand to wipe the blood and quickly put the black and red whip into his ring. Luo Jianqing had seen this whip before. Mo Qiu had used it to kill the Golden Sky Dragon, but apart from that, he had never seen Mo Qiu take it out before. Today was the second time.
This whip is not an ordinary magic weapon. Luo Jianqing vaguely feels that it might be at least a top-grade magic weapon of the heavenly rank!
Luo Jianqing had always known about Mo Qiu's numerous magical treasures. However, as a good friend, he wouldn't ask about these matters unless Mo Qiu spoke up. He wouldn't ask about the whip, nor would he inquire about how Mo Qiu had suddenly become a distinguished guest at the Demonic Palace.
After killing this demon cultivator in the fusion stage, Luo Jianqing and the other two suddenly lost their strength and fell to the ground.
They didn't care how hard they fell, and all of them made a big hole on the ground. The three of them lay in it, looking at the sky with their eyes open.
The sky was as clear and blue as it had been for thousands of years. It wouldn't change because of a demon cultivator who had killed a hundred thousand people, nor would it change because of three young heroes who had killed the brutal demon cultivator.
A breeze blew, the floating clouds dispersed, and Luo Jianqing suddenly laughed out loud. Immediately afterwards, Mo Qiu also laughed out loud, and even the usually gentle Buddhist disciple laughed heartily.
Luo Jianqing said: "In today's battle, without you, I will die."
Mo Qiu said, "Luo Jianqing, so you also know that I saved you many times?"
The Buddhist disciple said awkwardly, "I'm ashamed that I haven't been able to help Daoist Shangluo and Daoist Mo much."
Luo Jianqing shook his head: "If there hadn't been a Buddhist disciple chanting beside him, the demon cultivator wouldn't have been trapped in his own karma and unable to wake up."
Mo Qiu sneered: "It seems that you, a little monk, do have some skills."
The Buddhist disciple smiled faintly: "Then I will no longer be modest?"
Everyone laughed again.
In this way, the three of them lay in their respective pits, motionless for a long time, resting for three full days to recover their spiritual strength. In the end, it was Fuzi who got up first, and Mo Qiu also stood up reluctantly, but Luo Jianqing was still lying there.
With a twitch of his mouth, Mo Qiu walked to the big pit where Luo Jianqing was. Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly stunned.
A handsome, elegant monk in green robes gazed up at the sky. A dazzling Milky Way fell into his luminous eyes, radiating a myriad of light. Luo Jianqing quietly gazed at the brilliant starry sky for a long moment before muttering, "Mo Qiu, this sky has witnessed the rise of countless young heroes, but also their passing. Tell me, is the Way of Heaven truly so cruel?"
A smile slowly appeared on Mo Qiu's beautiful face. He snorted coldly, "Are you becoming sentimental?"
Luo Jianqing said calmly, "I feel that the way of heaven is unfair and has given some people too many things they shouldn't have."
Mo Qiu smiled and said, "For example?"
Luo Jianqing replied: "For example, without any effort, you gain many opportunities and magical treasures for no reason."
Mo Qiu said casually: "Then why don't you just overturn this day?"
Luo Jianqing was speechless.
After a moment, Luo Jianqing slapped the ground with his palm and stood up. He glanced at Mo Qiu, turned around and walked away, saying as he walked, "Don't talk to me anymore, Mo Qiu. Buddhist disciple, I have to go back to Taihua Mountain. I've been missing home terribly these past few days."
Mo Qiu angrily said, "Luo Jianqing, you bastard, how can you be such a life-and-death friend! You just escaped from danger, and you ran away alone? Get back here!"
Luo Jianqing didn't even look back, but just waved his hand and said, "Go away, you won't come back."
Mo Qiu was furious: "You!"
The Buddhist disciple smiled faintly and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo and Fellow Daoist Luo have a very good relationship. However, Fellow Daoist Luo is right. This time, the demon cultivators went on a killing spree in Cenzhou. After I return to Yuanzong, I will have to report this to my master and ask the elders to handle it. I won't have time to entertain you. Why not wait for the Zen Debate Conference in five years? I will personally invite you two and we can meet again."
Mo Qiu kicked the ground, looked at the fair and clean gentle monk with disdain, and said, "No, no, no."
Having said that, Mo Qiu immediately flew away, leaving behind only a still smiling Buddhist disciple.
Looking at the backs of Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu walking away, the smile on the Buddha's lips grew wider. He fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hands and murmured softly: "Everyone says that the world is bitter and tiring, but they also say it is a worldly calamity. If it is not willing, how can there be a worldly calamity?"
The next moment, the Buddhist disciple also turned into a stream of light and flew away.
Meanwhile, Luo Jianqing had been walking for two days when he finally remembered Qingjun, whom he had left behind. He quickly retraced his steps and, at the top of a mountain not far away, saw a beautiful child sitting on the ground, quietly gazing at the sky.
Luo Jianqing quickly flew down, but before he could speak, he heard Qingjun say, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."
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