lcionline Chapter 976: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
Chapter 976: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
He never imagined that the mortal woman he was hunting was actually related to the killing god of Qingyun Sect!
The Yuanying clone did not answer, but the sword on his body had already been unsheathed. The sword energy that could break evil was so sharp that it went straight to Elder Zhao's face as soon as it was unsheathed.
Elder Zhao tried to resist in a hurry, but he was unable to move because of the pressure exerted on him. His hand subconsciously wanted to touch the storage bag, perhaps the medicine in that bag could help him escape.
However, Elder Zhao underestimated someone's cold-bloodedness and sharpness.
As soon as his fingertips touched the edge of the storage bag, the sword energy of the Evil-Breaking Sword swept across his wrist like a cold light.
The sword could have slashed off the wrist with a single swing, but it seemed to freeze, leaving only a deep wound deep enough to see the bone. Only a shattered bone and a sliver of skin remained, connecting the half-severed wrist. Blood, mixed with a black aura, snaked along the wound and fell to the ground, a crackling sound echoing across the ground.
That was the sound of demonic energy corroding the ground, and it also confirmed the identity of a certain elder as a demonic cultivator.
In the past, Elder Zhao could still cover up a few things, but now his ability is suppressed by high-level cultivators, and he can't cover up anything.
"Huh? You want to escape?"
The voice of Shen Qingci's clone was as cold as ice, and his sword drew a sharp arc in the air again as if unintentionally, but when it landed on Elder Zhao's shoulder again, something went wrong.
This time, the sword energy still did not cut off his arm directly, but cut off the skin and bones. However, upon closer inspection, the flesh and bones were all shattered.
The body of a cultivator has the ability to heal itself. If Shen Qingci directly cut off the skin and flesh, Elder Zhao might be able to endure the pain and then grow a new limb.
But now, the flesh and bones were not separated. Instead, the broken bones regenerated and caused Elder Zhao to twitch all over in pain, but he couldn't even scream.
Just because after Shen Qingci asked the question "Want to escape", he used his spiritual power to seal his vocal cords, leaving only the sense of touch for him to feel the extreme pain.
This is what he deserves. Ever since Shen Qingci knew that someone wanted to kill the girl in his heart, this was the simplest way of death he had imagined in his mind.
How can I die?
If you deserve to die, don't die. It's better to suffer while you are alive.
He looked at Elder Zhao, who was lying on the ground without any trace of his image, his robes soaked with cold sweat and blood. He felt that this demon cultivator was a waste.
It was just two swords. During the great war between good and evil, countless righteous monks had their skin and flesh peeled off. At that time, who cared about the pain of those monks?
Less than a hundred years later, some people have forgotten this painful experience, even secretly dealing with the demon cultivators and plotting against his Taoist partner!
A hint of cruelty flashed across Shen Qingci's eyes. How could this be enough?!
Elder Zhao had lived a life of luxury in Qingyun Sect for nearly a hundred years and had long forgotten the feeling of pain. Now he only felt the pain so severe that he could not breathe. However, when he saw the cold face of Shen Qingci's clone through his blurred vision, he felt that it would be better to self-destruct.
Unfortunately, when a higher-level person deals with a lower-level person, it's like a person pinching an ant. No matter how hard the ant tries, the most it can do is cause some pain in the finger, and it all depends on whether the person pinching it is willing or not.
Obviously, Shen Qingci was not happy about this, so the demonic energy and spiritual energy he activated mixed in his body, but it was as if it was covered by some kind of shield and there was no way for it to self-destruct, but all his internal organs were destroyed.
Just when he was about to die, someone suddenly stuffed a pill into Elder Zhao's mouth. The pill melted in his mouth and instantly restored his internal organs to life. His vitality continued to increase, and his broken arm began to quickly grow flesh. He looked much healthier than when he was held down by Shen Qingci.
But the pain in this is unspeakable to others.
"Colluding with the demons and hunting down my Taoist companion, each of these crimes deserves to be punished by lingchi."
Shen Qingci approached Elder Zhao, who had lost his mind due to the pain, and looked at the life-extending elixir that was keeping him alive while making him endure the pain. He felt a sense of comfort in his heart.
"No... Please... I'm willing to tell you everything I know, as long as you kill me..."
Elder Zhao's vocal cords finally loosened a little, and a broken plea was squeezed out from his throat. It sounded unclear, but the two people present heard it very clearly.
At this moment, his tears and snot were mixed together, and his blood and cold sweat were intertwined. He no longer had the dignity of an elder of the Qingyun Sect.
But what answered him was another slash from Shen Qingci, who seemed to be hesitant but was actually waiting for his wound to heal.
This time, Poxie turned into a toy sword, which was less sharp and more painful like a blunt knife grinding against flesh. The sword energy directly cut his calf, and black blood flowed out, and quickly formed a scab under the effect of the elixir.
In this way, Shen Qingci finally stopped someone's wailing. He just slashed with his sword in front of the photo stone. The number one swordsman was like a child who had never held a sword. Except for always avoiding fatal places, he chopped up the still conscious Elder Zhao in front of him.
The "life-extending pills" in the storage bag were thrown into Elder Zhao's mouth one after another as if they were free, causing his body to be repeatedly torn between "death" and "survival".
His human consciousness was almost blurred, and facing Shen Qingci, all that was left was the instinctive fear of pain.
It was not until Shen Qingci was sure that he had been cut into pieces for more than an hour and his little girl was about to get up that he finally seemed to remember something and sent a communication talisman to his master Feihe who was far away in Qingyun Sect.
At this time in the Qingyun Sect, the Sect Master was sitting in the meeting hall with several core elders of the sect, holding the enrollment expansion plan file in his hand and asking each of them about the recruitment plan.
Suddenly, a flying crane appeared in front of the sect leader in a grand manner. The aura on its body was that of his uncontrollable disciple.
However, as soon as Feihe landed in front of the sect leader, it cried for help.
"Help... Sect Master, I am a demon cultivator, I am willing to confess!
I recruit..."
The sect leader subconsciously glanced at the elders around him, and his expression turned a little ugly.
He was trying to cover up for his apprentice, but how could the sound transmission note this kid gave him contain Elder Zhao's voice asking for help?
"Elder Zhao?"
As a last resort, the clan leader asked nervously.
"Master, Elder Zhao fell asleep during the interrogation just now. Please follow Feihe.
"I have made an interesting discovery: Elder Zhao is actually a spy from the demon clan."