Luo Jianqing suddenly stepped forward and said, "Senior! Can you tell me what Mo Qiu meant?"
The other person suddenly appeared before him, causing Mo Qianqiu to freeze. He immediately turned around, avoiding Luo Jianqing's sight. However, a shallow scar on his left cheek still caught Luo Jianqing's eye, causing him to be slightly stunned.
When everyone was here just now, Luo Jianqing didn't look carefully.
Even with Mo Qianqiu's cultivation and Yu Qingzi's elixir, the scar hadn't fully healed after ten days, and it seemed unlikely that it would ever fully heal again. Although the scar wasn't very visible, and cultivators rarely cared about appearance, Mo Qianqiu's evasive behavior puzzled Luo Jianqing, and a strange feeling welled up within him.
Luo Jianqing subconsciously asked: "Senior, what are you doing..."
Mo Qianqiu leaned sideways and said coldly, "The wound left by Hao Ming is not so easy to heal. Luo Jianqing of Taihua Mountain, you want to take charge of too many things. I don't want to say anything more to you today. Please leave."
Luo Jianqing said: "Senior?!"
Mo Qianqiu flicked his red sleeve, sending Luo Jianqing flying. However, he immediately mobilized his spiritual power, using the "Nine Lotuses Heaven-Taking Record" to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. He slammed his right palm onto the ground, and steadily stopped his flying body.
Mo Qianqiu looked at the scene in astonishment, obviously not expecting that his casual attack would be caught by the other party.
Luo Jianqing felt anxious and asked without knowing why: "Senior, what exactly do you want to say to me today?"
Warm, bright sunlight streamed in from outside the temple gate. Luo Jianqing stood beside the door, his right hand propped up on the ground. Mo Qianqiu stood inside, his eyes lowered as he gazed down at him. The sunlight only touched Mo Qianqiu's chin, illuminating the very bottom of the scar. He gazed serenely at the anxious, nervous young monk, as if observing the other's vibrant vitality, or simply observing this person.
The eyes hidden in the darkness were full of tenderness and helplessness. In the end, Mo Qianqiu slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I asked you to come here today to tell you that you don't need to feel guilty about Mo Qiu's death. He lived a good life and will only enter the cycle of reincarnation after death. He suffered no pain in his life, and there will be no retribution after his death. You can live peacefully and don't need to feel guilty for him for a single moment."
"senior!"
As the words fell, the Demon Lord raised his sleeves, and a gust of wind blew Luo Jianqing out of the hall. When he tried to go in again, the hall door had already slammed shut with a "bang", and could no longer be opened.
At dawn the next day, the Demonic Palace launched a counterattack.
Originally, there were only about 3,000 demon cultivators left, plus the 100 elite cultivators brought by Luo Jianqing and others. These outstanding human cultivators faced the demons in front of the Demon Mountain. They could not defeat a hundred alone, but they would use up their last drop of blood to kill more demons.
In the demon army, countless high-level demon beasts of the ninth and eighth levels all went into battle, and the human cultivators were not willing to fall behind.
Soon, cries and wails of pain resounded throughout the world. Blood and flesh flew across the battlefield, illuminating the already dark brown soil with an even brighter red. Amidst the demonic army, the Sea Lord of the Thirteenth Sea laughed heartily and suddenly unleashed his magic, unleashing a tsunami.
On top of Demon Mountain, an elder of the Divine Sword Sect sneered, drew his sword, and went forward to confront the Thirteen Sea Lords.
Immediately afterwards, the Twelfth Sea Lord, the Eleventh Sea Lord and the Tenth Sea Lord all went into battle!
Powerful human beings also flew out from Demon Mountain, blocking the four demon lords one by one. They tore through space, setting off a terrifying battle in the sky. Suddenly, only Mo Qianqiu, Qi Luo, the Bai family ancestor, Guanglingzi Zunzun, Qin Guihe, and Luo Jianqing remained on Demon Mountain.
Across the way, standing in the center of the demon army, was a handsome and elegant man. He wore a long, silken robe the color of dewgrass, a light blue belt tied at his waist. His black hair flowed gracefully, and his azure eyes reflected the carnage that was raging in the sky. Yet, he maintained an elegant and dignified demeanor, seemingly at odds with the brutality of this battlefield.
Beside him were a short, hunched old man and a burly, strong man. Both stood in awe behind the young man, half a body length away from him, as if on guard against something.
Across the Shura-like battlefield, the top powers of both sides stared at each other like this.
After a long time, the blue-eyed man suddenly raised his right hand, and the next moment, the burly man on his right flew out.
The demon lord Haoming laughed heartily: "Who among you dares to fight with me?"
As soon as Hao Ming finished speaking, Qi Luo tiptoed and floated in front of him. Upon seeing Qi Luo, Hao Ming's expression changed slightly, but he continued to mock and nonchalantly said, "With your strength, I don't even take you seriously. Where's Gui Yan? Where's Hao Xingzi? That guy... Yes, Guanglingzi, why are you hiding behind a woman? Do you dare to fight me?"
Guanglingzi stood on Demon Mountain, completely ignoring Haoming's cries. He flipped his hand and pulled a long sword from his storage ring, pointing it forward, saying, "Demon Lord Xing Wei, come out to me! Today, I will chop off your head!"
An ugly smile appeared on Xing Wei's gloomy face. He laughed twice and turned into a gust of evil wind. In an instant, hundreds of black eagles appeared and rushed towards the Venerable Guanglingzi who was standing with a sword.
This war was directly triggered!
Venerable Guanglingzi, Qi Luo, Demon Venerable Xingwei, and Haoming vanished into the void. With their terrifying realms and abilities, they could easily rip open a small world and engage in unbridled fighting. Others could hear the earth-shattering noises they made, but could not see their presence.
Therefore, there are only three great masters in the late Mahayana period left in the human race: Mo Qianqiu, Bai family ancestor and Qin Guihe, while there is only one First Sea Lord, Demon Lord Jin Li left in the demon race, and the demon race seems to be outnumbered.
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