If Qilin was still a mythical beast, Si Yi might not be able to defeat it.
But now it is no longer the same as before. It has become a half-living and half-dead monster. It looks intimidating, but its actual combat strength is only slightly stronger than that of a high-level monster. It is not very powerful.
Qilin obviously underestimated Si Yi's strength.
"The forces of immortals and demons collide with each other. I don't understand why you can still exert such powerful strength."
The two voices of the Qilin mixed together and sounded very evil and dreamy when they reached Si Yi's ears. It was beaten back step by step, but it remained calm, as if it was very confident that it could defeat Si Yi.
"You are a demon species that was born only five thousand years ago. As the leader of the demon world, don't you want to lead the demon race to break free from the suppression of the immortal cultivation world?"
The rotten bones continued to transmit tempting words. The evil monkey consciousness that invaded Si Yi's body took the opportunity to interfere with his thoughts again. His eyes slowly turned red unconsciously, and were suppressed by him again.
The terrifying thing about Qilin is not its strength, but its silent temptation. Not only Si Yi, but also several other cultivators were trapped in the opposite dream and couldn't extricate themselves.
"You are the future Lord of the Demon Realm. Your people are suffering right now. Do you have the heart to hide in the Immortal Cultivation Realm and watch them being oppressed?"
"Shouldn't you seek justice for them and return to the demon tribe you should be loyal to?"
Every word hit the mark for Si Yi. The inner demon that had troubled him for many years and had been difficult to eliminate was exactly what Qilin said.
Fate gifted him with a sword bone and a supreme talent for cultivating immortality, making him the youngest Divine Sword Master. Firmly upholding his moral principles and intent on wiping out all demons, the magical power suddenly awakened within him, causing his faith to crumble and his mind to waver.
Scenes of demons being annihilated suddenly appeared before Si Yi's eyes, like a fleeting display. The Fengming Sword in his hand paused, making a sharp sword sound.
As the scene went deeper, the red in his eyes became deeper and deeper. However, just when his black pupils were completely covered by red, the golden unicorn's clear and cold words came to his ears again.
"As the only Divine Sword Master of the Fengling Sword Sect, you are revered by thousands and respected by your master. You are a role model for the sect, and it is your duty to punish evil and promote good!"
"The sect gave you the Fengming Sword and named your palace Yongqi. You are highly valued by the sect, so you should be loyal to the sect!"
When the Fengming Sword was swung out again, Si Yi heard the hoarse and withered voice of the undead again. His consciousness also wavered with the two voices, one good and one evil.
The black evil energy and the golden righteous energy took this opportunity to rush into Si Yi's body and pull at his thoughts.
The Qilin leisurely jumped back to the tall seat, closed its eyes and opened its mouth, and the two voices mixed together again to chant an unknown tune.
Si Yi's mind flashed through the people of the demon clan and the beliefs he had established when he was young, and his thoughts collapsed for a moment.
"Ahhhhh, brother, help me!"
Beside him, his companion was trapped in a dream and was asking him for help. He staggered forward with his sword in hand. Suddenly, the person lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and gave him a ferocious smile.
He stabbed the sword in his hand into Si Yi's chest without hesitation.
"What a bullshit Sword Lord! You're just a mere incarnation of the God. You don't deserve this title."
More and more blood flowed from his chest, and the bitch's mockery continued in his ears, "If I had your talent, I would definitely be better than you!"
"......Yeah?"
Si Yi laughed with red eyes, blood slowly seeping out of the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and wiped it casually, then waved his hand. The Fengming Sword followed the man's movements and returned the sword without any change.
"You asked for it."
He was still smiling, but the scene before him suddenly changed. The person who had just arrogantly smiled at him was now staring at him in disbelief. "Sword...Sword Lord?"
Si Yi's smile froze, and he lowered his head stiffly. His chest, which had been bleeding just now, was intact.
"Bang!"
The immortal cultivator fell to the ground and until his death, he never understood why Si Yi wanted to kill him.
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