Once the demon lord dies, he will be wiped out for thousands of miles.
Xuan Lingzi alone could restrain Du Jue Tian Lao and Demon Lord Jin Li, and at most barely handle one more Demon Lord. But what about the human race? Without the Demon Lord, they would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.
The difference in peak strength determines the outcome of the war between the two tribes. If Jin Li had not recovered, it would be fine, but now that Jin Li has recovered, it will be extremely difficult to defeat the demon tribe again.
A blood-red figure suddenly flashed through Luo Jianqing's mind. The last time they met, the other party was still so arrogant and presumptuous. Now when he heard the words "the end is near" from Xuan Lingzi's mouth, Luo Jianqing always felt that it was very unreal.
It's like an old friend you haven't seen for a long time. When you hear about him again, others tell you: "He is dying."
Luo Jianqing had deliberately forgotten this matter, but now he thought about it and realized that he should have known it a long time ago.
Without further ado, Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi immediately left the Maojia Land. However, after leaving the Maojia Land, Xuan Lingzi said, "Jianqing, your master needs to return to Taihua Mountain to retrieve something. You should go to the Twelfth Sea first to reunite with your uncles. Be careful and do not be careless."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide and said subconsciously, "Master, why don't I go with you? It only takes ten days to get from the Maojia Land to Taihua Mountain. I'll go back to Taihua Mountain with you first, and then go to the Twelfth Sea."
But Xuan Lingzi was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then said: "You go first."
Luo Jianqing asked in surprise: "Master?"
Xuan Lingzi gazed deeply at the bewildered young man before him. His handsome face showed no emotion, but his words struck like the sound of a bell, startling Luo Jianqing. "It's always better to go a day earlier. The demons should have already confronted the human army in the Twelfth Sea by now. Perhaps because of these ten days of delay, you'll never see...some of them again."
After he finished speaking, Xuan Lingzi lightly touched Luo Jianqing's body, leaving a stream of spiritual energy. After doing this, he immediately turned around and rushed to Taihua Mountain, leaving Luo Jianqing in shock.
"Never seeing some people again?"
“…Will I never see anyone again?”
Not long after, a streak of light streaked across the sky and flew rapidly towards the demon realm.
At this moment, on the Twelfth Sea, the corpses of monsters and human cultivators were floating up and down in the vast ocean. The blood dyed the blue sea red. The fishy and pungent smell filled the sky and the earth. The air was as hot as if it was on fire, and the scene was in a mess.
A blood-red figure hovered between the sky and the sea. His right middle finger pointed at a long whip. With a flick of his wrist, the whip tumbled through the air like a giant red dragon, stirring up a raging sea. As he pointed the whip across, the scarred demon king, his skin already ripped and torn, stared at him with horror, as if he had seen some devilish Shura.
The Lord of the Twelfth Sea begged for mercy: "I am willing to surrender, Demon Lord, I am willing to surrender!"
A fierce wind blew, lifting the red-robed Demon Lord's robes and making them rustle. On his bright, fair face, a smile of sarcasm and contempt was evident. Mo Qianqiu lowered his eyes and glanced at the Demon Lord across from him with an impudent and arrogant look. Then, with a sneer, he said in a calm tone, "How do you surrender?"
The demon lord was stunned and said reflexively: "I am willing to give up the Twelve Seas and give them to you!"
"Hahaha!" Unbridled laughter, bordering on insane, echoed across the boundless Twelve Seas. Mo Qianqiu laughed recklessly, leaving the Twelve Sea Lords across from him completely bewildered. But after a moment, his laughter abruptly ceased. He raised his whip and pointed, coldly saying, "You're such a shameless traitor to your people! You're even worse than the Thirteenth Sea Lord!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a whip suddenly rang out.
The blood-red whip danced in the air, creating thousands of whip shadows, instantly capturing the trembling Twelve Sea Lords. At this moment, a clear dragon roar was heard in the distance. Mo Qianqiu's eyes tightened, and with a flick of his wrist, he immediately threw the Twelve Sea Lords behind him, where Qi Luo caught them.
Just after this moment, a blue figure suddenly appeared at the place where the twelfth sea lord had just disappeared.
Mo Qianqiu curled her red lips and looked at the other person nonchalantly.
Amidst the fierce wind and surging waves, the elegant and graceful blue-robed Demon Lord stood atop the surging waves. Thousands of demon beast corpses lay beneath his feet, yet he seemed completely out of place. A light white headband tied his long black hair back. He tilted his head slightly, his azure eyes fixed on the red-robed Demon Lord standing nearby.
Mo Qianqiu raised the corners of his lips and smiled at the other person.
The two of them stared at each other like this for a long time, but when Jin Li moved his finger, a white wave surged over and penetrated into his palm, forming a terrifying and ferocious water tornado.
Jin Li looked calmly at the Demon Lord across from him, not even glancing at the Twelve Sea Lords standing beside him. He simply said calmly, "Mo Qianqiu, I still give you two choices. First, if you commit suicide, I will not set foot on the battlefield between the two clans for ten years. Second, if you surrender, I will not set foot on the battlefield between the two clans for twenty years."
Hearing this, Mo Qianqiu's smile widened, and his bright, beautiful peach blossom eyes reflected the azure sky. Qi Luo nervously called out "Palace Master," but Mo Qianqiu raised the handle of his whip, stopping her from saying anything else.
Jin Li gave Mo Qianqiu some time to think it over; however, Mo Qianqiu just glanced at him, then turned to look at Qi Luo and asked with a smile, "Are you here?"
Qi Luo's face turned pale, and she bowed slightly: "Not here yet."
Mo Qianqiu looked up at the sky and said casually, "It's been a few days..."
Qi Luo said respectfully, "Six days have passed."
"Really? Six days already..." Mo Qianqiu turned his gaze to look at Jin Li, who was not far away. His eyes swept from Bai Long's handsome features to the waterspout stirring in his palm. Finally, he let out a long sigh, as if laughing, but also as if sighing, and said, "I will wait for him... one more day."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red light flashed, and a whip shadow mixed with demonic energy hit Jin Li straight.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The waterspout and the red devil whip collided in mid-air, stirring up a tsunami. Seeing this, Qi Luo's expression froze, and he quickly imprisoned the twelve sea lords, leading the other cultivators to retreat backwards.
Just as they were about to flee, two terrifying, powerful spiritual energies collided and suddenly exploded. The terrifying force caused the entire sea to tremble three times, and the ocean within a ten-mile radius evaporated into thin air. The blue-robed demon king was caught off guard and sent flying backwards for a full three miles before stopping and wiping the blood from his lips.
Not far away, Mo Qianqiu chuckled softly, a smile so captivating and charming that even the vast expanse of lakes and mountains couldn't compare to its allure. His crimson robes shone brightly at the moment, and he let the blood flow from his lips without wiping them, simply laughing heartily. Standing in mid-air, with a whip in hand, he unexpectedly overwhelmed the White Dragon Demon Lord, a figure far surpassing his own in strength, with overwhelming momentum!
Jin Li narrowed his blue eyes slightly, his expression gradually turned cold, and he looked at the person not far away.
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