Chapter 749 The Return of the Gods 33
As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone present, except He Qingsui, was stunned. They looked at her in confusion, with dissatisfaction and rejection in their eyes. As the Saint of the Temple, why would she warn a demon to be careful?!
Quan Jiu pursed his lips. The impulse just now seemed to be just instinct.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Feng Zui's gaze fell on her again, or to be more precise, on Hong Lian.
He Qingsui sensed danger, and sure enough, Feng Zui, ignoring the sneak attack from behind, dodged and disappeared, coming behind Quan Jiu, his five fingers gripping her shoulders!
He Qingsui's face turned cold, and a bright holy light emanated from his body. A force even more powerful than when he broke through the valley quietly emerged!
Quan Jiu's black eyes moved slightly.
really.
He Qingsui is also a god.
The reason why he and Feng Zui can be seen on the day of divine prayer is because they are the only two true gods on the Cangkong Continent.
As a god, Feng Zui felt more than others, and his eyelids drooped slightly.
"Your divine power is not pure."
He Qingsui remained calm and held down his hand on Quan Jiu's shoulder.
"let go."
Feng Zui gave him the answer directly with practical actions.
The man's other palm was filled with divine power, which surged and slapped towards He Qingsui's face. The next second, an emerald green flute appeared in He Qingsui's hand, dancing in the air, blocking Feng Zui's attack.
After the first attack failed, Feng Zui attacked again, but did not let go of Quan Jiu's shoulder. He Qingsui had a flute in his hand, and Feng Zui soon fell into a disadvantage.
The man's eyebrows were sharp, and he stretched out his right hand in the air and said in a deep voice:
"Sword!"
“Whoosh!”
Quan Jiu didn't even have time to react. His mental power surged, and Long Xiao broke through the barrier of the storage space, flew out into the air, his entire body blood red, and fell into the man's big, bony hands!
Quan Jiu: "..."
What a traitor.
Long Xiao seemed to see that she was not hiding anything, and the red light on his body flashed, as if to calm her temper.
Feng Zui did not notice anything unusual about Long Xiao's origin. A true god possessed a divine sword. He let go of Quan Jiu, and he and He Qingsui both flashed and fought with each other. The destructive power was several times greater than before.
The people from the eight major sects got a chance to catch their breath. When Quan Jiu raised his eyes, he met the complicated gazes of Qiutang, Lan Xiu and the others.
Qiu Tang hesitated and said, "Sister Shen, you know that monster?"
Everyone heard her say "be careful".
Quan Jiu: "I don't know him."
She was too frank and indifferent. Qiu Tang originally suspected that she was entangled with the other disciples of the monster. He wanted to ask, but Quan Jiu clearly had an expression that said I don’t want to talk. After thinking about it, he decided to wait until there was no one around to ask in private.
It was a battle between gods, and not only the Black Wind Valley was affected, but the Sunset Forest and Floating Light City were almost razed to the ground. In this top-level showdown, no one else could intervene.
When the two appeared again, a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of He Qingsui's mouth, and Feng Zui was even more miserable. He first broke the seal and destroyed the Black Wind Valley, and then faced the siege of the eight major sects. He was already at the end of his strength. At this moment, his body was covered in blood. When he landed on the ground, he staggered back two steps and made a few dull coughs.
He Qingsui's face darkened slightly:
"That's enough. That's enough."
Feng Zui's eyes fell on Quan Jiu and he stared at her deeply: "Where is the cemetery?"
He Qingsui: "His soul and spirit were completely destroyed, and there is no body. His cenotaph is in the Elf Paradise in the Western Continent."
Feng Zui looked at Quan Jiu deeply again, then his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.
Tushan Jing's face was solemn, as if the end of the world had come:
"Palace Master, you're just going to let him go like this?!"
He Qingsui: "I can't keep it."
Wan Chaolin's face turned pale: "Let's go after him now, otherwise when he recovers and returns, all eight major sects will be in trouble!"
He Qingsui was not worried: "He doesn't have time to pay attention to you now."
No need to guess, you know where Fengzui went.
Seeing is believing. If he hadn't seen the tombstone, he wouldn't believe that the man had been dead for more than three thousand years.
………
Quan Jiu was taken away by He Qing with a gloomy face and returned to the back mountain of the Wei Kingdom branch palace.
The small wooden house halfway up the mountain is still there, the warm spiritual spring is emitting mist, and the peach tree next to it has lost its petals and grown new tender green leaves.
He Qingsui stood outside the house, looking at the woman lying on the windowsill facing him from a distance:
"Just tell Xiaojue if you want to eat anything."
Quan Jiu lost a magic sword for no reason and was in a bad mood: "Why did Feng Zui say that your power is impure?"
He Qingsui answered all the questions as usual:
"I didn't want to ascend, so I suppressed my spiritual power and didn't transcend the tribulation."
His cultivation had reached the divine realm, but after all, he had not been baptized and forged by heavenly thunder, so he was still a little short of being a true god.
He said it simply, but Quan Jiu knew how difficult it was. It was not up to you when to overcome the tribulation. Since he was able to avoid the search of the heavenly thunder, he must have hidden a heaven-defying treasure on his body.
He Qingsui thought she would dig deep into this question, but Quan Jiu just blinked and turned the topic to herself:
"The person Feng Zui wants to seek revenge on also has this red lotus mark between his eyebrows?"
She probably doesn't look like that person, otherwise Feng Zui would have recognized her as early as when he was in Black Wind Valley.
She changed the subject, and He Qingsui couldn't tell whether he was more disappointed or relieved:
"Um."
Quanjiu sorted out the logic and asked him to verify it one by one:
"That woman sealed him away back then, so he wanted revenge the moment he left the valley. But you said that woman is dead, and both she and I have the Red Lotus Mark between our eyebrows, so Feng Zui said I was a substitute?"
"Um."
Quan Jiu narrowed his eyes, a hint of deep meaning in his eyes: "Then what is your relationship with her?"
Judging from Fengzui's tone, "she" and He Qingsui have a close relationship.
He Qingsui's amber eyes were clear and pure as he stared at her face.
"She is my...master."
Quan Jiu lowered her eyes, her slender and thick eyelashes cast a shadow, obscuring the expression in her eyes:
"What's the relationship between Feng Zui and her?"
He Qingsui: "We can barely be considered master and disciple."
"reluctantly?"
He Qingsui seemed tired, rubbed his eyebrows, and didn't want to explain any more.
"Let's talk about it another day. You're tired today, so go to bed early."
Quan Jiu noticed the fatigue on his face and nodded.
As soon as He Qingsui left, she took off her clothes and went to take a bath in the spiritual spring. The warm spring water wrapped around her limbs. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. With each breath, most of the fatigue she had felt in the past month dissipated.
The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and the shadows of the mountains overlap.
Quan Jiu raised his head, resting the back of his head on the pebbles beside the clear spring, his slender neck connected to his collarbone, outlining an elegant arc.
If she guessed correctly, the person Feng Zui wanted to take revenge on was herself.
Otherwise she wouldn't have the Red Lotus Mark.
He Qingsui would not feel like they were old friends at first sight and protect her regardless of the reason.
Long Xiao, who belonged to her, would not be summoned away by Feng Zui...
So now she is a "dead person"?
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