Chapter 817 The Return of the Gods 101
Quan Jiu raised his sword and a terrifying pressure swept over Qiu Yunshan, making it hard for him to breathe. Long Xiao felt the tremendous divine power in his master's body and excitedly released a fierce sword force. After holding back for more than three thousand years, he finally waited for the day when he could reunite with his master.
Qiu Yunshan felt the trembling of the cave, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes. He was worthy of being the owner of the divine bone. Even though his soul was shattered, he could recover in such a short time and be even more terrifying than before.
"One sword."
Quan Jiu looked at him calmly, as if he was looking at a drop in the ocean, and spoke lightly.
With one sword, you can cut through mountains and rivers, break the sun and the moon, and decide victory or defeat.
Although the words were spoken in a low tone, Qiu Yunshan could sense a strong confidence. If anyone else had said this, he would have scolded them as an ignorant child, but when it came to the Red Lotus God, he did not dare to be arrogant.
Quan Jiu finally raised her arm, and the sword force generated by the Long Xiao Sword blocked the entire area, cutting off all of Qiu Yunshan's retreat routes. She slashed with the sword expressionlessly, and the sharp sword force broke through the invisible air, just like a lone cruise boat breaking through the water, rippling layers of ripples.
To outsiders, Quan Jiu just swung his sword lightly, and Qiu Yunshan was like a rag doll, flying out suddenly and lying on the ground spitting blood.
Not a single move was blocked.
001 is a sword cultivator and can see more than outsiders. Admiration flashed in his eyes and he whispered to Lord Ling.
"This little girl actually developed such a strong sword move."
It is obvious that she is better at magic than sword practice.
Master Ling compared carefully: "It's still a little worse than yours."
He was the most talented swordsman he had ever seen.
001 said calmly, "As a brother, I can't let my sister outdo me."
After he finished speaking, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Master Ling jokingly: "Did you say that just now with personal feelings, or was it just a matter of fact?"
It is easy to create filters among people who are more familiar with each other.
Lord Zero: "Seek truth from facts."
Just when 001 thought he had finished speaking and was about to respond, the other party spoke again in a serious and very natural manner.
"Of course, I can't help but be personal."
001: “…”
In his eyes, Lord Ling has always been fair and just, and he was a little stunned when he heard these words suddenly.
"It's time to go help," Lord Zero reminded.
Quan Jiu on the opposite side had already opened the barrier. Facing the group of cultivators attacking her, she severely injured one of them with a single blow, more smoothly than chopping a watermelon, without even blinking an eye.
Qiu Tang covered his chest, his heart pounding. "...I, I can't breathe."
If she really took Sister Shen to Sunset Forest, the level 10 monsters in the center of the forest would not be enough for her to chop.
Lan Xiu looked at Feng Zui with complicated eyes: "Warrior..."
If there is a real conflict between husband and wife, Quanjiu will definitely have the upper hand in terms of force.
Feng Zui had no expression on his face. He cut Qiu Yunshan's throat with a knife. He wanted to avenge all her hatred.
Lord Ling did not take any action. Only Tang Lu, He Qingsui, 001, Quan Jiu and Feng Zui blocked more than a dozen cultivators.
Quan Jiu didn't look at Qiu Yunshan, who fell to the ground with bulging eyes and a ferocious face. Her eyes only focused on the young man in black standing in front of her, clearing the way for her. The faint scent of soapberry mixed with hormones wafted from his body.
Although she was in the center of the storm of swords and sabers, she inexplicably wanted to laugh. After Feng Zui killed one person and turned around, he saw her smiling eyes. The man looked helpless and wanted to stretch out his finger to touch her eyebrows as punishment, but he caught a glimpse of the bloody fingertips, paused, and did not continue.
He said, "Focus."
Quan Jiu didn't care. He pulled up his bloody finger and tapped it lightly on his forehead. The bright red blood soaked the red lotus, making the petals even more beautiful and tempting.
Feng Zui was stunned. If there hadn't been a sneak attack from behind, he would have wanted to take a few more glances.
Quan Jiu dealt with the attacker for him. With a flick of his sword, he cut off the opponent's head, which fell to the ground with a clang.
"You're still accusing me of not knowing that I was almost ambushed?"
Feng Zui let her blame him: "Well, I was wrong."
He raised his hand to tidy up the messy hair on her cheek, but he saw a figure suddenly appeared behind her where there was no one. The man's black eyes flashed, and his hand turned into a blade and chopped out.
A wailing sound was heard, but unexpectedly, the opponent did not fall down. Instead, he mechanically reached out to Quan Jiu.
Quan Jiu turned around and saw a headless corpse. The woman raised her eyebrows:
"This is the person who just attacked you."
She then chopped off the other person's head.
Facing the resurrected puppet, Quan Jiu's attacks became more brutal. Just when her sword was about to fall on the opponent, the headless corpse's body turned into a black mist, and she missed.
Her eyes darkened slightly as she looked around and found that all the people who had just died had stood up, staring at her and Feng Zui sinisterly.
Quan Jiu held the sword in one hand, his arm hanging down, the tip of the sword still dripping with blood:
"As the leader of all demons, he has to hide behind a group of immortal cultivators. This is truly a shame for the demon world. How pathetic."
All the corpses were refined by the nightmare and became part of it.
Suddenly, a hoarse and distant voice rang out in the cave. It came from all directions, and the source could not be identified:
"Honglian, long time no see."
Just a voice made many people feel pressured. All the negative memories in Qiu Tang's mind flooded into his brain in an instant. Lan Xiu lost his arm to save him, his mother died of heavy bleeding while giving birth to him, and in the Sunset Forest, he watched Quan Jiu fall off the cliff but was unable to save him... Qiu Tang's chest heaved, and his emotions couldn't help but get out of control.
Ji Mingye grabbed his arm and injected him with spiritual energy:
"Be still and quiet, and clear your mind of distracting thoughts."
Nightmare is formed by all kinds of evil forces in the world, greed, jealousy, hatred, cowardice, anger, as long as it is negative, it can become the nutrients for him to become stronger.
The scary thing about nightmare is that it will never die. As long as people’s greed is not eliminated, it will always have nutrients and fertile soil and will exist forever in the world.
Lan Xiu and the others were also attacked in the same way. Some of the unstable disciples had already started slashing with knives, and the scene became a mess.
Quan Jiu had never seen the "nightmare" with her own eyes, but since the other party said so, she could guess a little.
When she died, Nightmare, as the culprit, was watching from the side.
Quan Jiu: "I actually hope that we won't see each other again in the future."
Either you die or I die.
The low and hoarse voice sounded again:
"Although you have recovered your soul, you are no match for me."
The man and the demon have the same goal, both want to kill each other, and they start fighting without saying a word in perfect tacit understanding.
A large amount of demonic energy was injected into all the fallen corpses. Their eyes, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened, revealing their gray pupils. They all attacked Quan Jiu with a force even stronger than when he was alive!
Quan Jiu understood the opponent's tactics and was determined to wear her out.
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