Chapter 2379: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 22
On the way to the library, the mountain path is winding and the air is filled with spiritual energy.
Jinchen was originally following Xie Qingmo lazily, but he paused and looked towards a remote corner of the square on the east side of the sect.
He frowned slightly, with a cold and playful look, "Tsk, such a strong...devilish aura."
Xie Qingmo was instantly alert, and his aura gathered, "Let's go!"
The sect's formation in the corner, which was used to warn and trap the enemy, was flashing with a faint light. In the center of the light, a tall man was imprisoned. His clothes were torn in many places, revealing hideous wounds, and blood dyed his clothes and the ground red.
His face was stern, with lingering brutality and murderous intent between his brows. Even though he was restrained by the formation, his body still emanated a strong and frightening demonic aura that made people's hearts flutter.
Xing Yan recognized the lines between his eyebrows and was surprised, "It's one of the six demon kings, Li Wufeng!"
However, what surprised them even more was that the person standing at the edge of the formation and trying to use spiritual power to interfere with the operation of the formation was actually Liu Qingcheng.
Liu Qingcheng had a compassionate and focused expression as he tried to rescue Li Wufeng, and looked very worried.
Jin Chen crossed his arms, as if he had seen something incredibly stupid, and raised his voice, "Hey, who over there... can you hear me? Please lower your head and look carefully."
He extended his finger and pointed at Li Wufeng, who was filled with murderous aura in the formation. "This is the demon clan, a genuine demon king, the kind who just killed someone."
"You are not some lost kitten, nor am I a good demon who needs you to save all living beings."
Xing Yan was so shocked that his fingers were shaking as he pointed at Liu Qingcheng. "Liu Qingcheng, are you crazy? Why did you want to save a demon? And a demon of this level?!"
He simply couldn't understand Liu Qingcheng's train of thought.
Neither can Xie Qingmo.
But this person is Liu Qingcheng, and Xie Qingmo feels that it seems normal to do anything stupid.
Liu Qingcheng didn't expect to be discovered. He panicked for a moment, then raised his handsome yet stubborn face and looked at Xie Qingmo and the other two.
"All living beings are equal. How can we stand by and watch someone die without helping him? He is first and foremost a living being struggling to survive in the Three Realms and Six Paths, and only then a demon."
Xie Qingmo, Jinchen, Xingyan: "..."
The three of them fell into a ridiculous silence at the same time.
【Amitabha.】 Ling Gun Gun put his hands together and said, 【What a foolish donor.】
Even Li Wufeng, who was roaring in pain and anger in the formation, was stunned.
He raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Liu Qingcheng who was speaking with his scarlet devilish eyes in disbelief, as if he was looking at an idiot whose brain was stuck in the door.
This monk is an idiot.
If a cultivator falls into the hands of the demons, they will tear him apart without leaving a single bone.
Jinchen was so angry that he almost laughed. He pointed in the direction of Liu Qingcheng and said, "It's very dangerous. Run."
He sincerely felt that he would be infected if he got close to such an idiot.
Liu Qingcheng mistakenly thought that Jinchen was concerned about his safety, "Master Jianling, don't worry. This fellow demon was seriously injured and is no longer a threat..."
Before he finished speaking, Jinchen rolled his eyes and said, "Who cares whether you live or die?"
Jin Chen then turned to Li Wufeng in the formation and said, "Hey, that devil, I advise you to run as fast as you can. This idiot wants to capture you and use you as his furnace."
Li Wufeng's spirit, which had been weakened by his serious injury, suddenly shook. His scarlet devil pupils instantly widened into a round shape, and he roared hoarsely.
"Furnace... furnace tripod?!"
You bunch of sanctimonious monks, are you playing so dirty?
He would rather be strangled by the formation than be captured by a man and used as a furnace! This is even more painful than killing him!
Just when Li Wufeng stimulated the demonic energy to surge and tried to forcibly attack the formation.
Xie Qingmo took the opportunity to draw his sword, unable to tolerate Liu Qingcheng's absurd behavior any longer.
The Chen sword was unsheathed, shining with a cold light, and pierced directly into Liu Qingcheng and Li Wufeng.
Liu Qingcheng's face changed and he hurriedly used his magic weapon to resist.
The collision of spiritual power in the late Jindan stage instantly created a wave of air in the corner of the square.
Jin Chen had a wicked smile on his face, seemingly helping to deal with Li Wufeng, but in fact his sword energy was tricky, and he would bypass Xie Qingmo's fierce attack from time to time and focus on attacking Liu Qingcheng.
Liu Qingcheng was so angry that his face turned blue, but he couldn't focus on blaming others.
In this chaotic battle, something strange happened suddenly.
Perhaps the serious injury triggered some kind of secret life-saving technique, and the demonic energy around Li Wufeng, who was trapped in the formation, suddenly twisted violently.
His tall body seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, and thick black fog instantly enveloped him.
The next second, the black fog dissipated.
In the center of the formation's light, there was no such ferocious demon king.
The only one left was a little boy who looked to be about ten years old.
The child was wearing a black robe that was obviously ill-fitting, and his face was dirty, but his facial features vaguely resembled Li Wufeng, except that all his brutality and murderous aura had faded away, leaving only the child's ignorance and fear.
He fell to the ground, looking around blankly with his big eyes with magic patterns on them, his little mouth pursed and he was about to cry.
Everyone: !!!
[Transformed into a demon!] Ling Gungun exclaimed.
Xie Qingmo and Liu Qingcheng, who were fighting fiercely, stopped at the same time and looked at the little kid curled up in the center of the formation in disbelief.
Xing Yan opened his mouth wide.
Jinchen also raised his eyebrows, "So ugly."
Liu Qingcheng clearly saw that the extremely strong luck on Li Wufeng, who had turned into a child, was now so strong that it was almost turning into substance.
This is simply a supreme opportunity bestowed upon him by God!
In a flash, Liu Qingcheng reacted.
He took advantage of Xie Qingmo's unpreparedness and moved as fast as the wind, pulling Li Wufeng into his arms.
"Don't be afraid!" Liu Qingcheng hugged the struggling little devil tightly, "I will save you and leave."
"Stop!" Xing Yan reacted and was about to rush forward to stop him.
"No need to chase." Jinchen's lazy voice sounded.
He stopped Xing Yan and his eyes fell on Liu Qingcheng's back as he was quickly walking away holding the child.
"He wants the rich luck of this little devil. The only way is to cultivate him into a furnace and slowly harvest it."
Jinchen's tone was playful, "But even if Liu Qingcheng could do this..." He paused, his eyes swept over the ignorant ten-year-old kid in Liu Qingcheng's arms.
"This little thing doesn't have this ability."
Xie Qingmo retracted his sword.
Jinchen grabbed Xie Qingmo's wrist, and with his slender fingers feeling slightly cool, he pinched Xie Qingmo's fingers, then brushed away his falling hair and checked his neck.
"Were you injured by the evil spirit or Liu Qingcheng's spiritual power just now? Let me see your hand."
Xie Qingmo was slightly stunned, looking at Jinchen's focused and worried profile, a warm current quietly slid through his heart.
He suddenly realized that he had hardly been injured since Jinchen came to his side.
"Nothing." Xie Qingmo said softly.
Jinchen loosened his hand slightly after confirming that he was unharmed, but his eyes were still fixed on him.
There is a silent understanding and affection between the two.
Xing Yan on the side looked at this and that, his scalp numbing from the sticky atmosphere. Confused and embarrassed, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead, trying to dispel the discomfort.
Don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate, don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate.
