Zhongli Jin hasn't held a sword for a long time.

He almost forgot what it felt like to hold a sword.

But when the hilt of the sword was held in his hand again, as a sword cultivator, the feeling of leveling mountains and seas with one sword and the sword light moving the sky seemed to return to his heart at that moment.

The sword body is cold, the blade is sharp, and the sword surface is shining with silver light, clearly reflecting the boy's face at the moment.

He was handsome and pale, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. His previously bloodless lips were once again bright red, as if contrasting with the cinnabar between his eyebrows.

The glow of the cinnabar became more and more dazzling, while the ring on the fingertip dimmed.

Zhongli Jin had a blank expression on his face as he looked up at the terrified young man in black not far away.

After accepting that power, he not only returned to his peak, but his cultivation also skyrocketed to the Nascent Soul stage.

Dark clouds began to gather in the sky, with bursts of thunder and lightning.

The thunder tribulation that he had been longing for for two years finally came unexpectedly at this moment.

"You..." Zhou Wu murmured in disbelief, looking at Zhongli Jin with fear and astonishment in his eyes.

"Why...how could it be...how could it be...with you?!"

His words were puzzling, but now was not a good time to think.

"boom--!!!"

There was a loud thunder in the sky and heavy rain poured down in an instant, washing away the bloodstains on the ground!
The thunders shook the earth one after another. The evil spirits in the range of this thunder catastrophe were struck and fled in all directions like frightened ants!
In front of Zhongli Jin were a group of dancing demons.

The pitch-black pupils turned into a gorgeous red at this moment.

There were too many monsters, and he killed them from the horizon to his eyes.

Zhou Wu gritted his teeth. Even though he was still unwilling and surprised in his heart, he was completely unable to fight against Zhongli Jin at this moment!
What's inside this guy's body...he can't touch it.

But fortunately, this time it was not completely a failure.

At least Abyss Chaos was released, and he also seriously injured Shi Qing with his own hands.

If one hand pierces the other person's heart, she will definitely die!
Zhou Wu's body turned into a wisp of black smoke in an instant, and he tried to escape from this place among the demons.

But before he could leave, a white sword light blocked his way!
The young man in black was stunned. The sword flashed coldly and pierced his heart in the blink of an eye!

Zhou Wu widened his eyes. He was not afraid of the spiritual power of the cultivators, but this sword was different from others.

A powerful suction force actually spread the evil energy in his body to the outside at lightning speed!
At this moment, the sword light was like a long bamboo tube, continuously drawing out evil energy from his body!
"Wait... stop!!!" Zhou Wu shouted angrily in horror.

The next second, he felt a chill on his back.

A cool breath entered his nose, and before Zhou Wu could turn around, the long sword emitting endless chill simply chopped off his head!

The evil energy suddenly erupted from the boy's broken neck!

Then he was sucked into the sword by the young man in white behind him.

Zhongli Jin——absorbed his evil spirit!

Without the demonic energy to support his body, he would soon turn back into a pool of rotten flesh!
“No…” Zhou Wu’s head, which was about to fall to the ground, was still trembling as he said, “Sir… Sir!! Why are you doing this to me?!!!”

Since he was born, he has been working diligently to complete the task of breaking the seal. He has done more work and things than Changzhu and Ling Yiya!
It was expected that Changzhu would be abandoned.

He wanted to be a mantis, but who would have thought that he was just a praying mantis!
Not long after Zhou Wu's head and body were separated, he dissipated along with the evil spirit.

The sword in the palm of his hand was cool and refreshing, and it seemed to relieve the burning body very well at this moment.

But——it seems a little insufficient.

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In a pool of blood.

The young man in white stood quietly in the middle.

It was originally a hot world, but at this moment there came a sudden chill down the spine.

As Zhou Wu disappeared, the chaos seemed to feel an irresistible oppression, and its body condensed by mucus fled back into the boiling sea of ​​abyss.

The surroundings finally became quiet again.

The monks stared at the young man in the middle.

Zhongli Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the ground where blood was flowing like a river with indifference.

I want to kill again.

Kill again... A strange violent factor surged in his body, and he felt very clearly that he could not calm down for the time being.

Chaotic memories kept jumping around in my mind, causing my head to ache.

He frowned slightly and put his hand on his forehead. Someone tried to get close to him and asked with concern: "... Zhongli... Daoist friend... are you okay?"

"Thank you..." The young man in white rubbed his temple, shook his head, and responded: "I... am fine."

The last second was a normal answer.

But the next second—

But he suddenly raised his sword towards the disciple!

His eyes, which were bloodshot, seemed to still not be able to tell who was in front of him, and he chopped at the other person's neck with an expressionless face!
"don't want!!!"

"Zhongli Jin, stop!!!"

The other monks all opened their eyes wide and rushed towards the center.

But the boy swung the sword too quickly, and it seemed that everything was irreversible!

The disciple only felt a chill on his neck. The extremely sharp sword blade touched the skin of his neck in less than a blink of an eye. Pain came instantly, but it was very slight.

It seemed that there was only a slight cut on his neck, which would not threaten his life.

But even so, he was still so frightened that his face turned pale, his eyes were filled with horror, his legs were weak, and he was trembling uncontrollably.

——It’s not that the young man in white woke up at the last moment.

But before the sword almost cut off the disciple's neck, a snow-white bandage was tightly wrapped around his sword. No matter how hard the boy tried, he could not get any closer.

His bloodshot eyes showed deep impatience, veins bulged on the back of his hands and forehead, but no blood was seen. He was very angry at being stopped, and that was a sign of going mad.

But then, a voice sounded in his ear.

"Zhongli Jin."

"!"

Three words: light.

The tone was calm.

But at this moment, it was as if the world had paused, causing the young man to be slightly stunned when he heard the girl's words.

"stop."

He heard someone say.

stop.

Then, as if possessed by some mysterious force, he slowly put down the hand that was holding the sword.

The snow-white bandages seized upon the gaps and bound him tightly!
The surging demonic energy dissipated without a trace, the young man slowly looked back, and a green figure appeared between his red pupils.

His lips moved slightly, and he said: "...Shi Qing?"

However, the girl did not respond.

Shi Qing suffered a fatal blow, but fortunately he was protected by the life-saving talisman given by the head master.

She should have fainted when Zhou Wu pierced her heart, but she managed to hold on for a while with her strong willpower.

Now, she had completely lost all her strength and couldn't even move her lips.

Consciousness quickly disappeared, and Shi Qing's head rested in Shen Xiang's arms, as calm as a corpse.

Zhongli Jin stared blankly at the girl in green clothes lying in the blood. Suddenly, a line of bloody tears flowed from one of her eyes, and the blood-red pupil also turned back into clear black.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Then, the young man suddenly threw away the sword in his hand, and his life-long sword fell into a pool of blood on the ground. He didn't care and ran towards Shi Qing like crazy.

"Shi Qing!!!"

But before he could even touch the corner of the girl's clothes, a green light suddenly flashed across the middle!
Shen Xiang's face was dead silent until she felt the familiar breath coming. It was as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw. She raised her eyes and cried to the man -

"Master, you are stunned! Master, you are stunned! Quick! Save Senior Sister! Quick!!"

Shi Yue, the head of Sanqing Mountain, finally appears! (End of this chapter)