Outside the cauldron, Xuan Lingzi's sword had already slashed through Blood Pill Ancestor's neck, and blood flowed out. But Blood Pill Ancestor continued to speak, "I don't understand what you're talking about, Xuan Lingzi. Although I respect you, you're just a junior in front of me! I, Blood Pill Ancestor, have cultivated for over 2,900 years and am tired of living. If you were to brutally and tyrannically kill me, I wouldn't be able to resist. But if you demand that I hand over something I don't even know what it is, I'm sorry I can't obey!"
Blood was oozing from Xuan Lingzi's lips, but he still did not move the sword.
The two sides froze for a moment. At this moment, a soft voice rang out, "Could this be the legendary Blood Pill Ancestor? Oh no, it's the Blood Pill Old Monster. Blood Pill Old Monster, do you really not know what the Xuan Lingzi... Venerable wants you to hand over?"
"You little brat, stop talking nonsense!" The Blood Pill Ancestor focused all his attention on Xuan Lingzi, but did not notice that someone was walking out from behind him.
Xuan Lingzi raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Qiu. He recognized him, but did not say anything.
Mo Qiu said, "You should have seen the black vortex eight thousand three hundred miles away. From there, you, a Mahayana cultivator, are the only one lingering nearby. Every demon cultivator in the world knows that you, Blood Pill Monster, are almost dead. Instead of enjoying your life or finding a place to spend your old age, you're still running around here carrying your Tongtian Demon Cauldron. Do you really think everyone else is a fool?"
The Blood Pill Monster was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Then he heard Mo Qiu say, "Venerable Xuan Lingzi, I am the disciple of the Demon Lord. I once heard from my master that although the Blood Pill Monster is not very powerful, he has a natal magic cauldron. This cauldron can hide the universe. There is a world inside. Ordinary people can't enter, only this Blood Pill Monster can enter."
The Blood Pill Ancestor finally spat out the dirty blood: "You are talking nonsense!"
Mo Qiu said coldly: "Shut up!"
Xuan Lingzi turned to look at Mo Qiu, his face cold: "How do we open that world?"
Mo Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Let this old monster Xuedan open it. The barrier of the magic tripod is composed of his spiritual power. Only he can remove his spiritual power and release it..."
Mo Qiu's voice stopped abruptly.
He was horrified to see Xuan Lingzi pierce the heart of the Blood Pill Monster with a sword. The latter looked at him in disbelief, spitting out thick blood, and said, "You... why did you kill me! If I hadn't taken your apprentice away, wouldn't you have killed me by mistake..."
Hearing this, Xuan Lingzi's expression moved slightly, and a hint of surprise and relief suddenly appeared on his frozen face. He did not answer the words of the Blood Dan Ancestor at all, but directly drew out the Xuan Ling Sword and turned to look at the giant cauldron.
This time, Xuan Lingzi lowered his head and finally saw the man.
Luo Jianqing stood in the deep cauldron, raised his head to look at Xuan Lingzi, and Xuan Lingzi lowered his head to look at him.
The moment their eyes met, it was as if time had stopped and everything was still. The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Suddenly, Xuan Lingzi reached out and grabbed Luo Jianqing's hand, and Luo Jianqing tiptoed out of the giant cauldron.
Xuan Lingzi's lips trembled, and just as he was about to speak, he noticed the blood scabs on Luo Jianqing's body. His face suddenly turned cold, and his fingers trembled slightly. "You...are you injured? Where are you injured? How are you now? I will take you back to Taihua Mountain to find Senior Sister Yuqingzi. I will find her and ask her to heal you..."
Xuan Lingzi spoke incoherently and nervously, which made Luo Jianqing feel warm in his heart.
He said repeatedly: "It's nothing, Master, I have no injuries now, I'm fine."
Xuan Lingzi stared at him in silence, still unconvinced. "Don't lie to me, Master. You have so much blood on you, you must be seriously injured. Jianqing, let's go back to Mount Taihua. I'll take you there right now..."
"Wuyin!" Luo Jianqing suddenly hugged the white-robed venerable in front of him and said in a low voice: "I said, I'm fine, I'm really fine. You came just in time, not too late at all, I'm fine."
Suddenly feeling the warmth of his disciple, Xuan Lingzi was stunned for a moment, then reached out and embraced him.
The master and disciple stood by the surging river, hugging each other tightly. After a while, they heard a dissatisfied cough. Luo Jianqing turned around in surprise and found someone next to them!
Luo Jianqing quickly let go and said, "Mo Qiu, why are you here?"
Mo Qiu said calmly, "I just happened to be passing by, is that okay?"
Luo Jianqing's mouth twitched. He was about to ask this guy to speak more seriously, but when he realized that his master was right next to him, he coughed and said seriously, "Why are you never serious? Well, well, I escaped death today and was able to see you as soon as I got out. At the same time, it was a blessing in disguise, which is a good thing..."
Just as he said this, Luo Jianqing felt his hand suddenly tighten in Xuan Lingzi's grasp. He turned around in surprise, only to see Xuan Lingzi frowning and asking, "Why do you think meeting this demon cultivator is a good thing?"
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide: "Master, do you know he is a demon cultivator?"
Xuan Lingzi nodded: "That's right. But why do you say this is a good thing?"
Luo Jianqing asked, "How do you know he's a demon cultivator?"
Before Xuan Lingzi could speak, Mo Qiu snorted disdainfully and said, "I just told you, Master, that I am the Demon Lord's disciple and know how to break the Heaven-reaching Demon Cauldron of this old monster Xuedan. How could the Demon Lord's disciple not be a demon cultivator?"
Luo Jianqing was speechless.
Next, from Mo Qiu's mouth, Luo Jianqing finally knew who the devil was who imprisoned him.
Although Luo Jianqing cultivated at an extremely fast pace, he had only been practicing for fifty years. Meanwhile, the Blood Pill Ancestor had been absent from the world for hundreds of years, his fame gradually fading. He knew nothing more than that this demon was probably a Mahayana cultivator skilled in alchemy.
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