Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes, looking at the sneering young man in his arms. This cold, hateful smile made the young man's handsome face look a little ferocious, but Xuan Lingzi continued to stare at him intently, his eyes filled with blood red, and he stared intently, unwilling to look away even for a second.
A lingering voice slowly rang out: "Jianqing..."
Luo Jianqing also softened his voice and said seductively, "Wuyin, come with me..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Jianqing's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the white-robed venerable in disbelief. He had unknowingly acquired a dagger in his hand, which he thrust into Xuan Lingzi's heart. However, the dagger only penetrated an inch before being stopped by Xuan Lingzi's hand.
The bloodshot in his eyes slowly faded away, and Xuan Lingzi's gentle and tolerant gaze fell gently. He said dotingly: "Even if you are just wearing his skin, I don't want to hurt you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jianqing's eyes trembled.
He lowered his head in silence, chuckled at last, and suddenly disappeared.
Everything suddenly changed, and they returned to the once cramped canyon. Xuan Lingzi's chest was wet with blood, and he fell to the ground, clutching the pill in his right hand, a streak of blood running down his lips.
Half a day later, Xuan Lingzi finally recovered. The wound on his chest had healed, but there was a hole in his clothes. The mark of the dagger was very obvious, but Xuan Lingzi ignored it. When he stood up again, he seemed to have changed.
It seemed as if a shadow that had always shrouded him suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to have walked out of some predicament, or escaped from some shackles.
Xuan Lingzi looked calm and his eyes were clear as he walked out of the canyon.
When they finally left, even Xuan Lingzi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After setting up a barrier, he lowered his head to look at the pill in his hand. His spiritual sense swept over the small pill, and Xuan Lingzi's eyes widened, staring at the pill in astonishment.
"It's not a pill...it's spiritual power?!"
Demonic Realm.
The sky seemed to be dyed with clouds, reflecting a mottled and colorful light.
Suddenly, a thousand-foot-long crimson light burst forth from the eastern sky, drawing countless demonic cultivators from their lair to gaze upon the scene in astonishment. In the Demonic Palace, the Right Guardian Qin Siyi, who remained behind, teleported out, his gaze warily fixed on the crimson light that nearly obscured half the sky.
When the red light flew over the Demon Palace, Qin Siyi's face changed drastically and he quickly teleported back to the palace.
The red light flew to the sky above the Demonic Dao Palace's main hall and then stopped. Suddenly, without warning, it fell, crashing into the towering palace, stirring up a terrifying wave of spiritual power.
Qin Siyi had teleported outside the palace. Looking at this scene, he slowly narrowed his eyes.
After a long time, Qin Siyi
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