Chen Yu Shu charged into the Hundred Herb Garden as if he was intoxicated. Looking left and right, he didn't see any trace of Ruan Yaozhu and only saw a black shadow lying in front of him. "Yi, why is there a mountain here?"
Suddenly hearing the three words "Li Qingshan", he was shocked. He looked up and saw Wan Jianfeng being pinched in someone's hand. He exclaimed, "Senior Brother Wan!"
At this time, he seemed to realize something. His face turned pale. He slowly and stiffly raised his head and looked up at the arm that was pinching Wan Jianfeng. Only then did he see that the black mountain was actually a living existence.
Boundless pressure fell from the sky. Shen Yu Shu's knees softened and he knelt on the ground.
"No... you're not... this is impossible..."
Li Qingshan just glanced at Shen Yu Shu and did not take this clown to heart.
"Li Qingshan, you dare to come back!"
Wan Jianfeng tried to put up a struggle, but he was unable to break free from the huge, black hand. His heart completely sank. If it were just Li Qingshan's clone before him, he would still be able to put up a fight, but the Li Qingshan before him definitely possessed the strength of a human immortal, no, an evil god. It was not something he could contend with right now. Just the pressure he gave off was enough to suffocate him.
"If I don't come back, won't you all go to heaven? Junior Brother Wan, do you want to live or die? "
"So what if I want to die? So what if I want to live?"
"If you want to die, I will send you on your way now. I guarantee that you will die thoroughly and your soul will be destroyed." Li Qingshan tightened his five fingers, his eyes revealing two spots of red light.
In an instant, Wan Jianfeng felt like he was submerged in a boundless sea of blood, unable to breathe.
"If you want to live, then surrender to me! I can help you cross six heavenly tribulations and become a human immortal. "
At this time, the green color in the Herb Garden was far more than the yellow color, and there was still a huge amount of spiritual power to be absorbed.
As a peak Yang Spirit cultivator, Wan Jianfeng was only half a step away from the Human Immortal Realm. As long as he received a little inspiration from Li Qingshan like Ruan Yaozhu and instilled a large amount of spiritual power into him, he would definitely be able to attract six heavenly tribulations.
"If you can really help me pass the sixth Heavenly Tribulation, I will definitely pledge my allegiance to you." Wan Jianfeng's eyes lit up. He looked very tempted, but in his heart, he was thinking, As long as I go through six heavenly tribulations, how can you control me!?
With one glance, Li Qingshan saw through his scheme. He laughed loudly and said, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Suddenly, his smile disappeared and he said, "Junior Martial Brother Wan, make your move!"
"Li Qingshan, since the ancient times, demons and demons have never existed together. Even if I, Wan Jianfeng, die, I will never associate myself with demonfolk!"
The long sword on Wan Jianfeng's back was unsheathed, and the sound was like that of a dragon. It was like a bright sun soaring into the sky, illuminating the Herb Garden as if it was daytime.
At the same time, his Yang Spirit left his body and entered the dazzling sword light, merging with the long sword.
One with the Sword!
Immediately, all of the white light receded, only leaving behind a hazy layer of light that enveloped the blade of the sword.
Wan Jianfeng knew he only had one chance to strike, so he used the most powerful sword form of his life right from the start. He poured all of his mental and physical efforts into the strike.
The sword had condensed before it was unleashed, but his Yang Spirit was already deeply damaged. If he wanted to injure the enemy, he had to injure himself first. The moment the sword moved to the limit would be the moment when his Yang Spirit shattered.
This sword was a sword that could threaten the Heretic God!
At that moment, Wan Jianfeng no longer wished to escape. He only wished to injure Li Qingshan so that he could live up to his name as a sword cultivator.
Two specks of white, needle-like light reflected in Li Qingshan's eyes. Even he was slightly moved, as if he had been stunned by the power of the strike.
Afterwards, he extended his right hand and raised two fingers, clamping them together gently and catching the edge of the sword.
"Your swordsmanship isn't bad, and your determination is even better. It's just that it takes too long to activate."
Most importantly, in the "72 Marquis Formation", Li Qingshan only needed to slightly activate the formation to disintegrate Wan Jianfeng's sword momentum.
Wan Jianfeng's strongest strike had died before it could even be unleashed. He felt extremely aggrieved and roared, "Li Qingshan, you're so despicable! I'd rather die than submit to you. "
"That's not up to you."
Li Qingshan's eyes became dark and deep, like two bottomless abysses. Wan Jianfeng felt as if his mind had left the longsword, and all of his mind had been sucked into it.
The bottomless abyss was boundless darkness. In the boundless darkness, there were countless whispers. There were men, women, old and young, all filled with the strongest worship and the most fanatical faith.
At first, these voices were as soft as mosquitoes, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into loud chanting, and in the next moment, they were like a tsunami.
This was the faith and wish of all living beings in the Devil Area. They worshipped the supreme ruler who freed them from endless sin and suffering — Li Qingshan.
Wan Jianfeng could not help but feel a sense of admiration as well. When he recalled Li Qingshan's valiant posture as he led the army outside Black Cloud city, he almost wanted to bow down to Li Qingshan as well, but his heart suddenly shuddered. He roared out furiously, "No, I'll never admire you!"
The battle in Black Cloud City had a great impact on Wan Jianfeng, not because he had narrowly escaped death, but because whether it was Li Qingshan or Li Liehuo, the fighting spirit they displayed was far superior to his. Even some ordinary soldiers were more determined to die than him, a great sword cultivator. This was simply a great humiliation to him, and he also understood why he couldn't cross the sixth heavenly tribulation. That was why he had learned from the painful experience and honed the sword move that faced death calmly and brought the enemy down with him.
Wan Jianfeng would rather die than become a follower of Li Qingshan, but he knew that if he continued like this, sooner or later he would be engulfed by the tsunami of voices. He immediately made up his mind and prepared to explode his Yang Spirit.
A Yang Spirit cultivator's mind was as fast as lightning. With just a thought, he could make all the supernatural power contained in the Yang Spirit go out of control and explode. This was a kind of artificial Qi deviation, and it was almost impossible to stop.
However, Li Qingshan was already prepared. "You three, hurry up and attack."
Three black shadows ignored the sword light and rushed into Wan Jianfeng's Yang Spirit. They were the three Demons of Vexation that Li Qingshan had subdued.
Wan Jianfeng's desire to die immediately faded, but his desire to live became as fierce as fire.
If a person was compared to a country, the heart of the people was the king. At this time, foreign enemies were invading, and the king was about to fight to the death. However, there were three "great loyal ministers" in the court, and all of them wanted to negotiate peace. The king's determination was shaken.
After all, survival was the greatest instinct of people.
A moment later, the three Demons of Vexation left Wan Jianfeng's Yang Spirit. All of them were dispirited, as if they had spent a lot of effort.
Li Qingshan only allowed them to disturb Wan Jianfeng, but he didn't allow them to kill Wan Jianfeng. As a result, the energy they consumed couldn't be replenished. However, none of them had any complaints about this. Being able to die for Li Qingshan was their greatest honour.
Li Qingshan released two fingers, and Wan Jianfeng separated from his sword. His Yang Spirit returned to his body and immediately fell from the sky. He held the long sword with both hands and bowed deeply to Li Qingshan. He said in fear and trepidation, "My King, please forgive me. Just Now, I don't know the general situation and don't know what's right. That's why I want to fight against my King."
Li Qingshan sighed, "If it was in the past, I would definitely grant you death."
"That is what I deserve!" Wan Jianfeng said and was about to cut his own throat with his sword.
"Forget it." Li Qingshan immediately lost interest in talking to him. He said indifferently, "Wan Jianfeng, not only will I pardon you, but I will also help you pass the sixth Heavenly Tribulation."
Wan Jianfeng was moved to tears. "My King's magnanimity is as vast as the sea. I dare not accept it."
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