Chapter 2392: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 35
Xing Yan raised his sword and rushed forward first.
He remembered the bad words he had said to Xie Qingmo when he was bewitched, and stabbed Liu Qingcheng's shoulder with a sword.
"This sword is for my blinded eyes!"
Liu Qingcheng screamed in pain, "Third Senior Brother..."
Shi Yan followed closely behind, his honest face full of anger, and stabbed his thigh with a sword, "This sword is for the eldest brother!"
Lan Yi bit her lip, thinking of her past favoritism. The sword flashed and accurately cut one of his tendons.
Finally, Xie Qingmo stepped forward.
"All this trouble started because of you. Today, it is you who should end it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Chen sword turned into a cold light and immediately pierced Liu Qingcheng's heart.
This time, without the protection of the divine gold fragments, Liu Qingcheng's body twitched violently several times.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but only dirty blood gushed out. His head tilted and he died.
[The villain's darkening value is detected -20, totaling 4! 】
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Liu Qingcheng's body collapsed on the dark red devilish soil, his life force completely cut off, even his remaining soul was crushed to pieces.
The haze that shrouded everyone's hearts seemed to dissipate a little.
Jinchen turned around and tilted his head to look at the Demon Lord.
The spiritual energy scattered around did not converge at all, and it suppressed the demonic energy within a hundred feet radius and made it stagnate.
He raised his chin slightly, and his tone was calm but carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Old devil, want to fight?"
The demon king who was named: "..."
He felt the little demonic energy left in his body that had been sucked away by Liu Qingcheng, and then looked at the bottomless and terrifying spiritual energy on Jinchen's body that seemed to be able to cut through the sky and earth.
The Demon Lord's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
The desire to survive is screaming wildly.
"Cough... cough cough!" The Demon Lord tried to maintain his composure and coughed dryly a few times, but his eyes began to uncontrollably glance in the direction of the retreat.
"Well... Actually, I have always had a long-cherished wish."
As he spoke, he moved backwards inconspicuously.
Li Wufeng couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered softly: "Here it comes again..."
"That's world peace!"
"All races should live in harmony! Fighting and killing is not good, right?" After the Demon Lord finished speaking, he tried hard to force a kind smile, but unfortunately, it looked awkward with his overindulged face.
Everyone: "..."
Li Wufeng covered his eyes, unable to bear to look.
Lan Yi turned away silently, her mouth twitched, and said to Xie Qingmo: "Brother, let's stop fighting for the time being."
How could this devil be so stupid?
Jinchen and Xie Qingmo looked at each other, and Xie Qingmo took out a jade scroll that had been prepared long ago from his storage ring and handed it to Jinchen.
Jinchen took it, weighed it in his palm, then took a step and walked slowly towards the Demon Lord who was still trying to smile.
The Demon Lord watched the frightening sword spirit approaching step by step, and the muscles on his face were trembling, "You... you stop, don't come over, I love peace! We can talk it out!"
Jinchen pretended not to hear and walked three steps away from the Demon Lord before stopping.
Under the Demon Lord's horrified gaze, he shook his wrist, and with a swish, he completely unfolded the jade scroll, revealing the golden runes inside that exuded spiritual power constraints.
"Sign," Jin Chen said briefly, handing the scroll forward, "a peace agreement that prohibits the demons from actively invading the human world for three hundred years, and from harboring roaming demons that wreak havoc on the human world."
The Demon Lord's face turned green as he looked at the glittering golden runes.
He is the Demon Lord, who has been in power for hundreds of years. He has never been threatened like this.
It’s frustrating, extremely frustrating!
In the end, between peace and being beaten into a pulp, the Demon Lord humiliatingly chose the former.
He bit his fingertips, filled with grief and indignation, and pressed a handprint with a strong demonic aura at the end of the scroll.
The blood mark merged into the rune, golden light became brighter, and the agreement came into effect.
Jinchen put away the scroll with satisfaction and quick movements.
He raised his eyes and added slowly, "Remember, during the agreement period, if you dare to breach the contract..."
"As long as I stay in this world, I can beat you up."
Demon Lord: “…”
He swung his sleeves violently, turned his back, and said in a voice filled with grief and indignation, "A truce is in order! We've already signed it! You bunch of plague gods... leave now! Don't dirty the soil of my demon clan!"
If he looked at this group of people any longer, he was afraid he would have a heart attack.
It's over.
Jinchen and his companions boarded the Duyun Boat without any reluctance and disappeared into the sky.
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After returning to the sect and dealing with follow-up matters, Xie Qingmo felt the opportunity for a breakthrough.
His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, and after experiencing several life and death trials, his heart of Taoism was clear, and the barrier of the Nascent Soul stage had already loosened.
During this retreat, he was pursuing a higher level of kendo.
Man and sword are one, there is a sword in the heart, but no sword in the hand.
When discussing with Jinchen, Jinchen wanted to go along as a guardian, but Xie Qingmo declined because he was worried that the seclusion would be too long and the sword spirit did not need to sleep in seclusion, so he was afraid that Jinchen would be bored.
Furthermore...
With Jinchen by his side, he really couldn't keep his mind clear and free from desires.
But no one expected that this retreat would last for three full years.
Three years is just a blink of an eye for a monk, but it feels so long for the person he cares about.
date of departure.
In the forbidden area at the back mountain, the stone gate burst open.
A majestic and pure Nascent Soul aura gushed out and soared into the sky.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn to it, gathering into a vast purple aura that enveloped the entire Tianyan Sect's mountain gate.
Xie Qingmo walked out slowly, his white clothes were whiter than snow, his aura was as deep as the sea, reaching the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
The first moment he came out of seclusion, he subconsciously called out to Jinchen in his sea of consciousness.
Unexpectedly, the sea of knowledge is empty.
That familiar feeling of mutual understanding and empathy that follows you like a shadow, has no response at this moment!
Xie Qingmo's heart trembled, and he lowered his eyes to stare at the hand that he used to hold the sword. A feeling of panic suddenly surged over him like a tide.
The sword spirit does not need to go into seclusion. Three years... is enough time for a lot of things to happen.
Will Jinchen's spiritual power dissipate due to the long separation and become dormant in the Chen Sword again and unable to appear?
Or... maybe he had already left Tianyan Sect.
The longing for three years and the panic of losing contact at this moment were intertwined, and Xie Qingmo looked a little distraught.
He even felt somewhat regretful as to why he had insisted on not letting Jinchen go with him three years ago.
He walked out of the forbidden area with somewhat unsteady steps.
Xing Yan, Shi Yan, and Lan Yi, who were standing guard outside, immediately came forward and said, "Brother, congratulations on your breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage!"
"Brother, the purple air is coming from the east, what a great momentum."
Xie Qingmo was not interested in listening to these congratulations. He looked anxiously behind the three people, "Where is Jinchen? Where is he?"
Xing Yan's eyes flickered and he touched his nose guiltily.
"Ah, Master Sword Spirit... He, he might... be here soon."
Shi Yan also nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"
But the expression on his honest face looked stiff no matter how you looked at it.
Xie Qingmo's heart sank.
Xing Yan would never lie in front of him, and his hesitation at this moment was too obvious.
He looked at Lan Yi again.
Lan Yi met the inquiring gaze, twisting her sleeves unconsciously with her fingers, and stammered: "Master Sword Spirit, he..."
A fine and aching pain suddenly spread in Xie Qingmo's heart.
He didn't dare to think any further, as all kinds of worst possibilities flashed through his mind uncontrollably.
Is it really...
