Only then did Qin Guihe finally believe it. He sighed and said with emotion, "The demons are truly beasts. After all, they were our partners in fighting the enemy together, yet now that they've died, they're going to divide up their bodies."
Qi Luo was thinking about something else: "Since a demon lord above the Earth Rank has fallen, I will go report to the Palace Master first."
Before retreating, Mo Qianqiu left behind only a single divine thought, demanding that Qi Luo report any major events occurring on Xuantian Continent. The demise of a demon lord above the Earth rank, especially a divine beast, was a truly monumental event, and Qi Luo dared not fail to report it.
Standing respectfully in front of that ray of divine consciousness, Qi Luo spoke softly.
This divine consciousness resembled Mo Qianqiu, also dressed in red, and spent its days sitting before a chessboard, playing chess with itself. Mo Qianqiu's chess skills were actually quite poor; in a previous life, Luo Jianqing, who had only played for a few decades, was able to defeat him, who was almost three thousand years old. No one knew why the Demon Lord had such a refined hobby, but he simply loved playing chess, even if it meant playing poorly.
Qi Luo said calmly, "The war between the two races has reached a fever pitch. In the past year, the human race has lost three Tribulation-crossing stage venerables, and the demon race has also lost a peak Earth-level demon venerable."
When Qi Luo spoke, Mo Qianqiu's mind would never respond to her. It was as if he couldn't see or hear her, and he could only play chess. But Qi Luo still had to finish what she had to say.
Qi Luo closed his eyes and said softly, "Jinli Demon Lord has fallen."
“Pah—”
A white chess piece suddenly fell from Mo Qianqiu's hand and hit the chessboard, disrupting the game that was almost finished.
Qi Luo was slightly stunned by the other party's unexpected reaction. Before he could speak, he heard a trembling voice echoing in the quiet palace: "Jinli Demon Lord has fallen... How is it possible? He is a dragon, a dragon that cannot be killed even if the heart is removed. Even Wu Xiaozi, who has reached the half-step immortal realm, can't kill him. How could he fall!"
The divine thought smashed the chessboard with a palm and stared at Qi Luo intently. Mo Qianqiu's reaction was exactly the same as Qin Guihe's, but there was a difference. He seemed unwilling to believe what Qi Luo said was true. His eyes were full of rebuke and anger, as if he was angry that Qi Luo had lied to him.
However, Qi Luo calmly replied, "This is true. The demon race is already engaged in a fierce conflict over the body of the divine beast. Palace Master, it is rumored that Demon Venerable Jinli did not die at the hands of humans or demons, but rather perished while training in the immortal ruins."
Wu Xiaozi, who is at the half-step immortal realm, cannot kill him. No one, whether a cultivator or a demon lord, on the Xuantian Continent can kill the divine beast.
But what if it is the remains of an immortal?
Maybe the immortal can slay the dragon.
Mo Qianqiu stumbled back half a step, his divine consciousness shattering in mid-air with a resounding bang. The next moment, as Qi Luo stared in shock, a deafening roar echoed from the top of Demon Mountain. A palace at the rear vanished in the blink of an eye, shattered stone and wood strewn across the ground. A figure in red stumbled out of the ruins.
Qi Luo was shocked when he saw this: "Palace Master!"
Mo Qianqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He had no time to pay attention to his subordinates. He flew away from the Demon Palace with a single step.
He passed through Yunzhou, Yizhou, and Fangzhou all the way to the Fierce Wind Wasteland. The forced breakthrough made Mo Qianqiu's breath unstable and his face pale, but he exhausted his spiritual power and reached the front line of the battlefield at the fastest speed.
As soon as he appeared, the powerful beings of both clans noticed him. Wu Xiaozi was extremely surprised by Mo Qianqiu's arrival, and all the righteous cultivators were on alert. Mo Qianqiu's collar was covered in blood. He took three steps forward and grabbed Wu Xiaozi's collar tightly, staring at the white-haired old man, and said word by word through gritted teeth: "Is he... dead?"
For a moment, Wu Xiaozi did not understand what Mo Qianqiu meant.
After waiting for a while, Venerable Wu Xiaozi frowned slightly and sighed: "Two hundred years ago, we failed to kill the Demon Lord Jin Li. Now he has fallen because of the immortal relics. Perhaps it is a cycle of cause and effect." As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xiaozi flicked his hand lightly, and Mo Qianqiu fell back several steps. He was far from being his opponent.
Seeing this, the righteous monks also began to reprimand and criticize the Demon Lord for his inappropriate behavior.
In the past, Mo Qianqiu would have undoubtedly confronted these righteous individuals, but now, without even a backward glance, he flew away from the human base camp and headed straight for the demon realm. No matter how the demons planned to carve up that man's body, they would, out of shame, first send his body back to Dragon Island and then resolve the matter privately.
Mo Qianqiu had never flown at such a speed before. When his spiritual energy was exhausted, he devoured medicinal pills. His meridians and dantian were stretched to the point of collapse by the elixirs, but he simply wiped the blood from his lips and headed west, finally spotting the demon group escorting the corpse.
Leading the group were two Heaven-rank Demon Lords and five Earth-rank Demon Lords.
Mo Qianqiu was already at the end of his strength. Although he was a demon cultivator, with his late Mahayana Great Perfection realm, he could fight against a mid-stage Spiritualization cultivator, but he was ultimately no match for so many demon lords. Mo Qianqiu looked at the black crystal box that was touched in the palm of one of the Heavenly Rank Demon Lords' hands, his eyes widened, his whole body trembling, and his eyes were about to burst.
Inside, there is a heart.
You can't see the dragon body of the mythical beast, but you can see its heart.
This heart can only belong to that person, and it definitely belongs to that person.
So... he really is dead.
Mo Qianqiu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire aura instantly weakening. By this time, the group was almost at Dragon Island. The demon lords took advantage of Mo Qianqiu's mental and physical devastation and pursued him all the way to Dragon Island. One demon lord suddenly flipped his hand and conjured a vast ocean, which slammed Mo Qianqiu down, slamming him hard onto the ground of Dragon Island.
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