A terrifying blood-red demonic energy swirled around Mo Qiu. He continuously circulated his spiritual energy, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. His realm was slowly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It could be said that within a month, he would definitely be able to break through the Out-of-Body Stage and reach the Fusion Stage!
There was a blood-colored fruit placed in front of Mo Qiu, and streams of blood energy emanated from the fruit and rushed into his body.
Although his strength was increasing rapidly, Mo Qiu's face looked very bad. He looked like he would collapse in the next second. The stronger he became, the paler his face became. He pinched his hand seals, trying to suppress the blood and energy surging in his body, and then...
Suddenly, a rapid bell sound was heard!
"puff……"
A mouthful of bright red blood suddenly spit out from his mouth, and the blood spirit fruit suddenly dimmed. Mo Qiu collapsed on the stone bed, unable to move for a long time. However, his eyes opened eagerly, and his fingers trembled constantly.
"Nine Apertures Magic Sound Bell!"
The Nine-Aperture Demonic Sound Bell, there is only one such bell in the world.
If the greatest alchemist in the world is Venerable Yuqingzi, the master of Qinglan Peak in Taihua Mountain, then the greatest weapon refiner is Venerable Huomingzi of Liehuo Peak. However, each of them specializes in only one skill. Below them, Venerable Xuanlingzi is extremely skilled in both alchemy and weapon refinement; Demon Venerable Mo Qianqiu is also an expert in weapon refinement and also in alchemy.
The Nine-Aperture Demonic Sound Bell was a bell that the Demon Lord casually refined when he was bored over two hundred years ago. He didn't know what had happened to him, but he actually dropped a drop of his blood essence into it, and from then on, the Demonic Sound Bell became connected to his mind.
"Within ten thousand miles, if your life is in danger, this bell will ring and I will save you!"
Mo Qiu's eyes narrowed, and he immediately turned and went out, transforming into a stream of blood-red light, flying out of the Demonic Palace. However, just after he flew away from the Demonic Palace, he suddenly stopped, hovering beside the Demonic Mountain in a daze, not knowing where to go!
The bell kept ringing, but it never gave a clear direction.
"This is impossible! How could the Nine-Aperture Demonic Sound Bell not indicate the direction?"
Mo Qiu's face turned pale, and he closed his eyes to feel the ringing of the bell, but the bell seemed to be ringing next to his ears, coming from all directions, but there was no accurate direction!
Qi Luo, the steward of the Demonic Dao Palace, flew out and asked in surprise, "Palace...Mo Qiu, what's wrong with you?"
On the Demon Mountain, many demon cultivators had already seen Mo Qiu and were looking at him in confusion.
However, Mo Qiu paid them no attention. He continued to listen to the ringing of the bell with a frown. He listened for a full quarter of an hour, but he couldn't figure out where the sound came from. Dense beads of sweat oozed from Mo Qiu's forehead. He could hear the sound of the bell shaking faster and faster, urgent and urgent, as if it was the last moment.
Suddenly, Mo Qiu spat out another mouthful of blood, and his cultivation level plummeted, falling to the late stage of out-of-body state.
Qi Luo opened his eyes wide: "Mo Qiu!"
Mo Qiu turned to look at her: "Go check! With the Demonic Palace as the center, within a radius of ten thousand miles, where exactly can the spiritual consciousness be blocked? Have Qin Siyi go to Taihua Mountain to inquire about the situation, and have everyone in the Demonic Palace go out and check for me!"
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Whether it was Xuan Lingzi violating the contract and flying straight to the Demon Realm on Mount Taihua; or the four great demon lords awakening together in the depths of the demon realm; or the red-clothed demon cultivator issuing orders angrily in the Demon Palace... Luo Jianqing was completely unaware of all this.
Luo Jianqing finally understood what it felt like to be on the verge of death. He no longer felt any pain, and his body felt very light, so light that it seemed as if it could float away at any moment.
The past forty years of his life unfolded before his eyes.
Luo Jianqing had never known that he could still remember the moment he was born. A resolute man and a beautiful woman, tearfully pushing him into the raging Luo River, weeping bitterly. Over the water, a white-robed venerable gracefully descended, lifted him from the wooden barrel, and named him.
He grew up on Mount Taihua, sharing his long life with numerous fellow apprentices. He admired that person and, upon seeing him accept a second apprentice, he was blinded by jealousy and began to secretly harm that fellow apprentice. He was eventually driven from Mount Taihua, hunted down, and stabbed through the heart by that person himself with that very sword.
The man said to him—
"How could I, Xuan Lingzi, have a disciple like you!"
All hopes of practicing and trying to survive were extinguished by these words at this moment.
Luo Jianqing gradually felt his whole body getting cold, he couldn't lift his hands, and his body became very heavy, so heavy that when he saw his soul being engulfed by flames, he didn't want to resist; when he saw his meridians being swept by magma, he didn't want to care.
Death seems to be a real relief. If I die, will I no longer have to worry about all those complicated things? If I die, will I be able to forget the pain of wanting but not getting, loving but not having hope? If I die, will I...
"Jianqing, if you die, what should I do?"
Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly broke free from the mysterious and strange inner demon.
That inner demon was so vicious that it actually brought him into the illusion of his previous life, infinitely magnified the jealousy and hatred in his heart, made him think that he had done something he had never done before, and even let that person stab the sword into his heart with his own hands!
This inner demon had always been hidden deep in Luo Jianqing's heart.
Although Luo Jianqing already understood that Xuan Lingzi had never thought of killing him in his previous life, even until the end, Xuan Lingzi always believed in him and recognized him as his disciple.
However, Xuan Lingzi did accept Li Xiuchen and taught him carefully.
Luo Jianqing never asked about this matter, thinking that Xuan Lingzi had his own difficulties, but he didn't know that he had actually kept it in his heart.
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