Shen Yushu, who was by the side, was also stunned by this method, almost forgetting to be afraid.
It turned out that in the face of absolute power, not only could one not live, one could not even die.
Li Qingshan sat on the withered ground expressionlessly. He really did seem like a statue of a god. Who knew what this unruly great sword cultivator was feeling right now when he saw how humble this great sword cultivator was. He only continued to use the Qilin transformation and breathed in and out Spirit Qi. He was bent on refining the Hundred Herb Garden completely, not leaving a single blade of grass for the enemy.
After gathering some more Spirit Qi, he lightly tapped Wan Jianfeng's forehead, injecting the surging Spirit Qi and his understanding of the Sword Dao into Wan Jianfeng's Yang Spirit.
Wan Jianfeng's body trembled as his eyes widened.
In an instant, the tribulation clouds surged and condensed again. With the sound of thunder, they rolled over together, instantly covering all the starlight.
Li Qingshan looked up at the sky. The might of this Heavenly Tribulation far exceeded that of Ruan Yaozhu's Just Now. After all, Wan Jianfeng did not cultivate the Heavenly Book of Nature, but the Heavenly Book of Sword Control. Naturally, he did not receive such preferential treatment. Not only did the might of the Heavenly Tribulation not decrease, but it also became more violent.
This was the law of the Heavenly Tribulation: The stronger your combat strength, the more powerful the Heavenly Tribulation.
The path of a sword cultivator had to undergo thousands of tempering.
If Wan Jianfeng perished, Spirit Emperor Guihai would definitely be vigilant. However, Li Qingshan still chose to take a gamble. If he succeeded, he would gain a powerful ally. Furthermore, what he wanted was not just that.
Wan Jianfeng bowed deeply at Li Qingshan and soared into the sky, preparing to transcend the tribulation.
At that moment, distorted black shadows crawled out of the void. They were vexing demons, but there were more than three of them.
The advantage of a sword cultivator was that their minds were pure and their willpower was firm. They were not easily disturbed by mental demons, so it was not easy for them to attract demons. But now, Wan Jianfeng's mental demons were stronger than Ruan Yaozhu's.
This was not because of faith. True faith was spontaneous. It came from the inside out, after contemplation and enlightenment. As for Wan Jianfeng's faith, it was forcefully instilled.
Li Qingshan's actions were no different from those of a devil. In fact, he was even more unreasonable than the average devil.
To disturb a cultivator, an ordinary devil would at least need to go through a few steps, such as "feeling, feeling, feeling …". However, Li Qingshan, with the fanatical worship of all living beings in the Boundless Devil Domain, bypassed the "feeling, feeling, and thinking" and directly crushed Wan Jianfeng's self-consciousness, causing him to have a fanatical worship of himself. At the same time, he also had a huge self-contradiction.
And these self-contradictions were covered up by this fanatical worship. Because he could never question his own God, he could never reconcile himself.
To a cultivator, this was basically the same as pronouncing a death sentence and severing their path of cultivation. For a Sword Cultivator, it was akin to exposing his corpse in the wilderness, turning from a Sword Cultivator to a Sword Slave.
If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was infinitely close to the sixth heavenly tribulation, Li Qingshan wouldn't have been able to improve his cultivation any further, unless he was completely refined into something like a puppet.
Wan Jianfeng was like a treasured sword that had been twisted. Its insides were filled with cracks that could not be repaired. Every crack was a flaw, a wound, and the smell of blood released from it would definitely attract many 'sharks'.
However, Li Qingshan wasn't alarmed. Instead, he was happy. This was exactly what he wanted. Not only did he want a Sword Slave that had gone through the sixth heavenly tribulation, he also wanted to subdue a Death Demon.
Li Qingshan watched the sky as he continued to refine the Hundred Herb Garden. He condensed the surging spiritual energy into dark green beads, which formed a string and wrapped around his arm.
As if he had completely forgotten Shen Yu Shu's existence, Shen Yu Shu also tried his best to operate the Heavenly Book of Nature, allowing his aura to completely merge with the surrounding environment. He wanted to be forgotten.
Boom!
The first tribulation lightning fell.
In a split second, the sky was filled with thunder, weapons shuttled back and forth, and demons danced wildly.
Wan Jianfeng, one man and one sword, resisted this vast and mighty heavenly might. This was the lofty sentiments of a Sword Cultivator.
However, before the sword was raised, the heart was first in chaos. Feeling, feeling, thinking, feeling, and knowing, the five yin blazed. There was an indescribable sadness coming from within. He pulled out his sword and looked around, his heart at a loss.
…
When the last tribulation lightning fell, the clouds parted and the moon appeared.
Li Qingshan had completely refined the Hundred Herb Garden into a string of huge spirit beads. There were a total of thirty-six beads, which coiled around his forearm like a string of prayer beads. It reminded him of Little Ann, and he stared at it for a long time.
There were more than ten Vexing Demons in front of him, but unfortunately, he couldn't draw out another Death Demon. He didn't know if the Realm of Freedom sensed this and was unwilling to lend him more troops.
Other than cursing in his heart for being stingy, Li Qingshan couldn't do anything. However, this Death Demon was enough. It could save him a lot of trouble when he attacked the Myriad Appearance Sect. It could be considered a pleasant surprise. Unfortunately, this Death Demon had been in his sea of consciousness and was now exhausted and distorted beyond recognition. He needed to think of a way to deal with it.
At this time, Wan Jianfeng slowly descended from the sky. The spiritual light around him was dim, and his eyes were cold and empty. He seemed very weak.
Although Li Qingshan helped him subdue all the Vexing Demons, no one could help him with the Five Yin Demons inside him. Thus, the Five Yin Demons were too strong, and he couldn't control himself. In the end, he could only abandon his physical body to deal with the Heart Demon. Now, he could only be considered a ghost immortal.
But even so, his cultivation had undergone a drastic change. Ordinary human immortals were no match for him. Moreover, he wasn't an evil god, so he wouldn't receive the attention of the Nine Heavens. He would be a good helper.
Moreover, without the shackles of the physical body, his sword intent was even purer. However, that was all.
Li Qingshan plucked a spirit bead and gave it to him. Wan Jianfeng's empty eyes burned with passion again. He gratefully accepted the bead and went to the side to meditate and recover his strength.
"There are thirty-five more."
Li Qingshan calculated silently. He lowered his head and looked at Shen Yu Shu. Seeing that he was like an ostrich buried in the sand, Li Qingshan couldn't help but sneer.
"Shen Yu Shu!"
All the hairs on Shen Yu Shu's body stood up. He kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic. If he had just entered the Hundred Herb Garden, he might have been able to say a few unyielding words and even bravely face death like Wan Jianfeng. But under the continuous pressure, his will had completely collapsed. He was completely swallowed by fear.
Using a voice like a duck that was being strangled, he shouted, "I am willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender! Eldest Senior Brother, I beg you to spare my life on account of us being from the same sect! I will definitely be loyal and devoted. I will not hesitate to die ten thousand times! "
"Alright!" Li Qingshan said lightly.
Shen Yu Shu felt as if he had heard the voice of an immortal. As if he had been pardoned, he kowtowed again and again. "Thank you Eldest Senior Brother. No, thank you Master. Thank you Master!"
"I have a use for you!" Li Qingshan lightly flicked his fingers. "Let me borrow your Yin Spirit first!"
With a bang, Shen Yu Shu's chest shook. The Yin Spirit left his body. Receiving Li Qingshan's signal, the Dead Demon immediately pounced forward. The Yin Spirit that looked like Shen Yu Shu back then had a face full of wrinkles. It quickly aged.
"Don't! Li Qingshan! "
Shen Yu Shu looked at Li Qingshan with eyes full of despair and hatred. Li Qingshan looked back at him coldly.
The Dead Demon was like a cicada lying on a tree, sucking Shen Yu Shu's will and life in big mouthfuls. In a short while, it was completely sucked. His disciple left behind a fleshly body that swayed and fell forward.
"Let me borrow your body again!"
Li Qingshan bent down. His mountain-like body completely entered Shen Yu Shu's body. He stretched out his hand to support the body that was about to fall. Without turning his head, he waved his hand. The Dead Demon led more than ten Vexing Demons into the void. Wan Jianfeng turned into a sword light and soared into the sky.
The Hundred Herb Garden seemed to have entered late autumn. Everywhere was withered and yellow, desolate and lifeless. It seemed to be in accordance with the saying in the legends: Wherever the demon star goes, swords and weapons rise everywhere, not leaving a single blade of grass.
"Myriad Appearance Sect, I am coming."
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