(Yesterday, I wrote one more word about Xiaoyu's state … I changed it in the original manuscript. Sorry, my hand slipped.)
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The ground cracked and the trees were broken. Then the sound began to spread.
The sound of the violent collision echoed in the air.
The terrifying roar directly crushed the remaining part of the tree and flattened the remaining walls of the courtyard. Those who were slightly closer were directly thrown more than a hundred feet away, unconscious.
Fortunately, the people in the field covered their ears, or they might have been killed by the roar caused by the collision. Even so, many people were still knocked unconscious.
At least tens of thousands of kilograms of stone chips and soil were thrown into the sky by the terrible impact. They instantly covered the sun in the distance. It was so dark that no one could see clearly what was happening in the field.
In the darkness, the stone chips fell like rain. The fallen leaves were smashed into pieces, and the firewood piles in the yard were messy. Some of the firewood fell into the well, like hundreds of frogs jumping into the water.
After a long time, the stone rain gradually stopped, and the smoke and dust gradually settled.
There was a pit in front of the yard wall.
The bluestone ground was very hard. Below it was relatively soft soil, but in the deeper part was hard granite. At this time, there was a very deep pit.
The smoke and dust gradually settled, and two figures gradually appeared at the bottom of the pit.
Tang Xiaotang was holding the iron rod, which was a bit deformed.
In front of the iron rod, there was a hand. It was a light gray hand that didn't seem to belong to a human.
Long Qing was holding the rod with his hand. His face was pale, and his eyes were extremely gray. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He was half-kneeling at the bottom of the pit. He looked a bit embarrassed, but he didn't fall.
Tang Xiaotang was also very pale. The iron rod, the sacred object of the Devil's Doctrine, had been deformed. Her wrist bones were directly shattered. Her right arm kept trembling, as if she would lose it the next moment.
With a cracking sound, Long Qing slowly stood up. The lower hem of his Taoist robe was broken, and he was covered with dust.
He looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You shouldn't be so strong."
Tang Xiaotang did not speak. She tightly pursed her lips. Only by doing this could she prevent the blood that had accumulated in her chest and abdomen from spurting out. Only by doing this could she continue to hold onto the iron rod without revealing the truth of her weakness.
Long Qing suddenly laughed. His teeth were full of blood, and he looked a little scary. His sword-like eyebrows were also raised, and his gray eyes were very beautiful, but also very strange.
"But it doesn't matter how strong you are."
Long Qing smiled and said, "Because … I'm stronger. You can't even find someone stronger than me. Because, dear little girl, I'm no longer alone."
His voice trembled slightly, not because of his injuries, but because he was excited, and even a little crazy. He felt that there were many voices in his body resonating with him.
Many years ago, he refined medicine and cultivated in the Zhishou Abbey. He stole the "Sha" Handscroll of the Tomes of the Arcane and learned the evil cultivation method Gray Eyes. Then he took the cultivation of the Halfman Taoist and was reborn. After that, he betrayed Taoism and fled all the way. He sucked the cultivation methods of the powerhouses of Taoism until he reached the depths of the East Wilderness. He sucked the soul of many powerhouses of the Left Royal Court and finally reached the upper state of Knowing Destiny. At that time, there were many people in his body.
After that, he was accepted by Taoism again and returned to Peach Mountain. At that time, his state had begun to become unstable, as Ye Hongyu had predicted, and even showed signs of collapse. At that time, there were not many choices left for him. He could either dispel the cultivation method and become an ordinary person, or he could continue to forcibly take the cultivation of others and drink poison like wine. There would be problems one day, but at least it could help him survive for a longer time.
Long Qing did not hesitate to choose the latter, because he needed to be strong. He had wandered between light and darkness for too long, and he was tired of that kind of life.
Fortunately for him, the West-Hill Divine Palace was following the will of the Abbey Dean and began to purge the forces within Haotian Taoism. Many people from the Divine Hall of Light, the Divine Hall of Revelation, and the forces loyal to the Hierarch were locked up in the You Prison. Therefore, those powerhouses of Haotian Taoism eventually became the victims of his Grey Eyes.
The Devil's Doctrine created the Practice of Taotie, which was later changed into the Gray Eyes by Taoism. In the past hundreds of years, only Long Qing had cultivated this cultivation method to the extreme, because he was the only one who had such opportunities and so many "food". Now he was at the peak of Knowing Destiny, but he had an unimaginably strong cultivation, becoming the most special existence in the history of cultivation.
Eldest Brother had seen Long Qing's power in front of the Imperial Palace in Linkang. He was puzzled and even surprised, but he could not figure out where Long Qing's power came from.
Long Qing's power, just as he said to Tang Xiaotang at this moment, was because he … was no longer one person. He was many people, or in other words, he was already an inhuman existence.
Tang Xiaotang's face became paler. She knew Long Qing's power better than anyone else. When she fell from the sky like a meteorite, she did not expect that he could block her with only one hand.
Was the distance between the sky and the earth nothing to Long Qing?
She frowned and pulled the iron rod out of his hand. Then she raised it again, looking a little pained.
Her wrist was broken, but she was still standing, so she could fight again.
Long Qing looked at her quietly, and his eyes became extremely deep. The gray color occupied his eyes like dark clouds in the sky. His body under the Taoist robe began to emit the aura of Quietus.
Tang Xiaotang lowered her head slightly. Her ponytail had been shaken off, and her black hair flew in front of her eyes, blocking her sight.
She silently resisted the sucking power of the Gray Eyes. Fortunately, she had cultivated the cultivation method of the Devil's Doctrine, and her spirit and strong body were combined into one. It was not easy to separate, or she would have been defeated.
Long Qing took a deep breath.
When Tang Xiaotang was fighting with the powerhouses of the Divine Hall, she had taken two deep breaths and inhaled all the cold wind on the square.
At this time, with Long Qing's breath, the intact old locust tree behind the courtyard wall began to tremble. The stubborn leaves that did not fall after almost an entire winter rustled miserably.
Long Qing seemed to have become a black hole. Countless auras of Heaven and Earth surged from all directions of the city, rolled up leaves and snow, came to the bottom of the hole in front of the broken wall, and entered his body.
Countless auras of Heaven and Earth were attracted by the huge souls in his body. With unimaginably horrible willpower, they burst out from his chest and instantly passed through the seemingly thin Taoist robe.
There was a hole in his chest and abdomen. It was a black hole made by Ning Que's arrow.
A black peach blossom about three feet in diameter appeared on his chest. It was faint, dark, and cold as if it came from the most gloomy abyss with endless resentment.
The black peach blossom petals bloomed.
Long Qing's right hand reached out from the black petals and fell on Tang Xiaotang.
Tang Xiaotang's eyes became extremely bright, because she knew it was the moment of life and death.
She changed the direction of the iron rod in her hand. Instead of striking down, she held it horizontally in front of her, like the famous scenery on the river. The iron fence in front of the black cliff blocked the danger of the surging river in front of humans.
Long Qing's fist fell on the iron rod.
"Pa!" The bent iron rod bent again from the middle, more sharply, forming a curve. It seemed that if a child blew on it again, it would really break.
A curve also appeared on Tang Xiaotang's chest.
It was not proud, not beautiful.
Because the curve was inward.
Her chest instantly sank a few inches, which looked extremely horrible. It seemed that if a greedy child touched her again, her sternum would be completely broken and broken from the middle.
Tang Xiaotang's face was as pale as snow, and then it quickly turned scarlet.
She could no longer keep her lips closed, and a thick mouthful of blood sprayed into the air.
With blood spurting, she fell backward.
Her petite body smashed heavily on the edge of the pit, smashing the granite and bluestones into pieces. Then she bounced up heavily, rolled in the air, and finally fell on the ground dozens of feet away.
With a muffled sound, the ground there slightly sank again.
Footsteps were heard, very rhythmic.
Long Qing walked out of the pit and appeared in front of everyone.
His face was a little pale, his lips a little blue, and there were some bloodstains on his body, but he looked very calm.
There was a dead silence in the square.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, including the disciples of the Sword Garret, the followers of the New Stream, and the divine priests and deacons of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. Everyone was so shocked that they did not dare to speak.
Looking at Long Qing's figure, many people had mixed feelings.
Many years ago, he was the most famous young genius in the cultivation world. However, no one expected that he would be defeated by Ning Que in the academy entrance exam of the Second floor of the Academy. Since then, he had been defeated again and again, losing his former glory. In the end, he became one of the most common pitiful characters in stories, struggling in vain for survival and revenge.
Even though Long Qing survived, and his state was even better than before, he returned to Taoism, and even became the last disciple of the Abbey Dean, he could no longer attract the attention of the cultivation world.
If it were in the past, a young Knowing Destiny State cultivator like him would be great. But things were different now. Because Taoism still had Ye Hongyu, and especially after the spring rain, Haotian left some gifts for the human world. Taoism had Hengmu Liren, and a young barbarian named A Da on the grassland. Moreover, Ning Que was always there, watching over the world from Chang 'an. Compared to these people, he seemed so ordinary.
Therefore, Long Qing was quiet and kept a low profile. Gradually, he was forgotten by the cultivation world. When he and Hengmu led the Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls to wipe out the New Stream, people only paid attention to Hengmu, not Long Qing.
Until today, when he appeared in the cultivation world again in the capital of the Kingdom of Song, lifted the falling sky with one hand, and bent the sacred relic of the Devil's Doctrine with another punch, people finally remembered his glorious past, and remembered that he used to be a genius far better than Ning Que. Only then did they realize how powerful he was.
Ye Su was here, and this was the most important place for Taoism to wipe out the New Stream. Long Qing was in charge of this alone, which indicated his status in Taoism and their confidence in him.
Just like what he told Tang Xiaotang.
He was really powerful now.
His state was very high, and his Psyche Power was unprecedentedly powerful. His body contained the consciousness of a powerful cultivator. He could be a devil, or a god.
Long Qing walked dozens of feet away. He looked calm, but in people's eyes, he was like a devil.
Then, the crowd exclaimed.
Because they saw something that they thought was impossible.
Tang Xiaotang was trying to stand up again. She put her hands on the ground, and her fingers dug deep into the soil. Her hair was wet with blood and sweat, and it swayed weakly and tiredly in front of her forehead. Her body was trembling in pain.
She was seriously injured, and she was exhausted. But she wanted to stand up, and she still wanted to fight.
So she stood up again.
Just like the dozens of battles in the past days, she fell down, stood up, fell down, and stood up again. No matter how many times she fell down, she would always stand up in the end, as if no one could really knock her down.
Even Long Qing, who was as powerful as a devil, couldn't do it.
Long Qing's expression changed slightly.
He knew that Tang Xiaotang was seriously injured. Even if she cultivated in the Devil's Doctrine, and her body was as hard as steel, she should not be able to stand up again after such a serious injury.
Thinking of Tang Xiaotang's recovery ability in the previous battle, and her strength was beyond the calculation of Taoism, he couldn't help but frown and start to think.
When he walked to Tang Xiaotang, she was no longer panting in pain, and the injury on her chest was much better. It was only a hundred steps away, but she seemed to have regained the ability to fight.
This was not something that could be done by human beings.
The Arcane Tome of the Sand had always been with Long Qing, which recorded all the cultivation methods in the world. He was very clear that there was no cultivation method that could do this.
This could only be a miracle.
"I see."
Long Qing looked at her and said with emotion, "Is this a gift from Haotian?
When he said this, he looked a little lost and a little sentimental. Because in the first half of his life, he had been getting closer to Haotian, whether it was light or darkness.
However, today, he found that he was getting farther and farther away from Haotian. On the contrary, the enemy standing opposite him, the enemy of Taoism, was favored by Haotian. How could he not be lost?
However, after the loss, he began to feel sad and self-deprecating, but also more determined. Because what the Abbey Dean and the others were doing was getting farther and farther away from Haotian.
Tang Xiaotang didn't say anything. Her silence was an admission.
Back in the shabby alley in Linkang City, Sangsang said that she would grant her immortality. She did not take it seriously. Although it was Haotian, she still thought it was a joke, a joke that Haotian played on ordinary people.
At that time, only a few years had passed, and there was not enough time to prove whether she could really live forever. However, in the continuous battles, some things that happened seemed to have proved that what Sangsang said at that time was not a joke, but a real power.
In those continuous battles, she suffered many injuries. At the same time, she discovered that her body seemed to have established some kind of magical connection with the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The power that she lost could be quickly replenished. No matter how serious her injuries were, she could recover in an extremely short period of time. Death always liked to brush past her.
Perhaps, this was the meaning of immortality.
Of course, although she had a miracle, she was not a god, but just an ordinary person. She could not be really immortal. It was just that death had become a lot more distant to her.
To put it another way, she was much stronger now.
It was also because of this that she could protect Ye Su and Chen Pipi, the two poor people whose Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow had both been destroyed, through thousands of mountains and rivers to this place.
It was also because of this that she could still fight against Long Qing, who was as powerful as a devil. Although she was seriously injured, she did not die on the spot. She even recovered quickly and could barely fight again.
"It feels … good to be protected by Haotian."
Long Qing looked at her quietly, as if he did not care that she was recovering quickly. He said, "Unfortunately, Haotian cannot protect you all the time. So you are destined to die today."
Tang Xiaotang said, "At least for now, I am still alive."
Long Qing smiled slightly. The scar on his face was a little twisted, and his gray eyes revealed a hint of mockery. He said, "I think you should have discovered that your recovery speed is not as fast as it was at the beginning."
Tang Xiaotang was silent again, because Long Qing was right.
What did it prove? That Haotian would no longer protect the people she had promised to protect? Why?
"When Haotian cannot even protect herself, how can she protect you?"
There was a joy in Long Qing's voice that he did not even notice.
Tang Xiaotang thought about it and said, "I don't care."
Yes, she didn't need to care. She had grown up in the depths of the Wilderness. She was clean and simple, and she practiced hard without stopping. Before she heard the words "I'll grant you eternal life", she didn't have any fortuitous encounters. She didn't pick up any secret manuals, and she didn't take any Heavenly Power Pills. Among the younger generation of cultivators, she had the worst luck, but she still became strong.
Before the words, she was herself. Without the words, she was still herself. She was still the little girl in animal skin who did not know the meaning of failure. So why should she care?
She exerted strength in her arms and straightened the bent iron stick. Because of this movement, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. However, she grasped the iron stick again and pointed it forward.
Long Qing looked at her and said with a smile, "People of the Devil's Doctrine are really crazy."
There were many lunatics in the Devil's Doctrine who wanted to destroy the world. Tang Xiaotang was not that kind of person, but she often went crazy in the battle, such as a few days ago and today.
Tang Xiaotang took a step forward, and her face became paler.
The iron stick broke the wind and fell down. It was like the mountain abandoned by Haotian was still safe in the world. She, who was no longer protected by Haotian, still faced the enemy silently and resolutely.
Long Qing's expression suddenly became serious. His Taoist robe fluttered in the cold morning wind, leaving many residual shadows.
In just a moment, he did not know how many times he had attacked.
A dull crash sounded, and countless cracks appeared on the neatly cut bluestone in the square. Long Qing and Tang Xiaotang's figures suddenly gathered and then separated, standing on two sides and looking at each other.
Long Qing's face was pale, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Tang Xiaotang lowered her head, thinking about something. Suddenly, she sat on the ground.
Long Qing wiped the blood away and looked at her quietly.
She was exhausted to the extreme, already exhausted, not a single drop of power left.
Long Qing was sure that she would not get up again, so he turned around and walked to the high platform.
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