Clang!
Tiger Tooth flew back and stabbed into the ground not far from Li Qingshan.
Although Li Qingshan had heavily injured the Kings of Yin and Yang time and time again with his mirror clone, the vitality of Demon Kings was powerful, and they were in the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous too. No matter how heavily injured they were, they could recover rapidly.
Meanwhile, the mirror image's power was weakening. The Yin Yang Lords finally regained the upper hand and knocked the saber away.
In just a moment, the mirror image collapsed under the echo of the demonic sound.
The last trace of hope was extinguished. It was like the afterglow of the setting sun had completely sunk into the deep sea, leaving behind eternal darkness.
Li Qingshan's expression was still calm. The livor mortis and turbid yellow spread all over his body and bones.
With a loud bang, the Yin Yang Lords landed far away and looked at him with the attitude of a victor. The terrible saber wounds on their bodies were recovering at a visible speed. They laughed sinisterly and said, "Li Qingshan, you lost to me again. How is it? You don't want to accept it, right?!"
"Wrong." Li Qingshan shook his head lightly. "A win is a win, a loss is a loss. There is nothing to be unconvinced about."
"Don't be stubborn. Let me give you a quick death!"
"Sure!" Li Qingshan smiled.
The Yin Yang Lords took a step forward but stopped. "Do you think I'm so stupid? I'm going to stand here and watch how you die! "
Even though Li Qingshan looked so weak, as if he could be knocked down with one finger, the Yin Yang Lords still didn't dare to approach him.
Li Qingshan smiled. His gaze swept past the Yin Yang Lords and looked in the direction of the Ten Thousand Poison Cult. He said in his heart, "Sorry, I have to leave you alone!"
Cultivate the most ferocious spells, fight the strongest enemies, sleep with the most beautiful women, all the way to the Nine Heavens, and stand side by side with Brother Niu! All of these ambitions would turn into nothingness. However, when he stepped out of that small village and swore never to return, he was already prepared for this. The only regret in his heart was that he couldn't see her again.
The Silver Dragon King fell silent. Apart from the Great Banyan Tree King, the other three did not have much of a relationship with Li Qingshan. As a matter of fact, they had even clashed with him in the past, but at that moment, they were all in no mood to talk.
The Banyan Tree King clenched his fists tightly. There were a few times when he wanted to attack, but in the end, he let out a long sigh. His original body was over ten thousand kilometers away. With a mere clone, even if he took action, it would be futile. The three Kings of Southern Yue would never take the risk with him.
Demonic clouds covered the moon, and the stars dimmed. Suddenly, the pitch-black horizon was illuminated by a white light, as if the sun had broken through the dawn. In the next moment, white flames burned through half the sky.
The King of Southern Yue raised an eyebrow and said in surprise, "Something's approaching! So fast!"
With a thought, the image on the porthole locked onto a figure within the flames a thousand kilometers away. She held a shiny bone sword firmly in her hand as her seaweed-like hair drifted about in the flames. Her brows were firmly furrowed, filled with anxiety. Only when she saw his figure did she smile Just Now. "Qingshan!"
Li Qingshan smiled as well. Even if he died right now, he would have no more regrets.
The Kings of Yin and Yang were alarmed, but they sneered. "Don't celebrate too early. Who do you think is bold enough to come in and save you?"
With the power of the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, anyone who fell into it would struggle to escape death. Even the King of Southern Yue, who rode the Silver Dragon King, was afraid to approach it, let alone others.
Li Qingshan did not even glance at the Kings of Yin and Yang. He gazed into the distance with a smile. He was not moved or moved, nor would he try to persuade her to turn around and return. To them, living and dying together was only a matter of course.
They were willing to spend another moment together, until death do us part!
The flames in the sky receded, merging into Little Ann's body. She turned into a streak of white light and crossed the distance in the blink of an eye, flying over the Silver Dragon King. Under the gazes of the twelve Demon Gods, she threw herself into the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous without the slightest hesitation, throwing herself into his arms!
Li Qingshan staggered before catching her. "You seem to have grown up again. I'm almost unable to carry you anymore."
"Yeah." Little Ann nodded and stared straight at him. She touched his face with her bare hand and shone with a faint buddhist glow. Wherever it passed by, the livor mortis and murky yellow were immediately purged, returning him to his normal skin tone.
"You've also undergone the third heavenly tribulation."
"Yeah."
"Very good."
"Li Qingshan, congratulations on having another person accompany you to the grave!" the Kings of Yin and Yang said sinisterly.
"This guy's blabbering is annoying. Hurry up and kill him for me," Li Qingshan grumbled to Little Ann with a grin.
"Alright." Little Ann looked back indifferently. The Kings of Yin and Yang's heart skipped a beat. They could not sense any danger or killing intent. There was only emptiness, as if she did not exist. They could not help but feel an indescribable sense of fear.
They retreated almost instinctively, only to suddenly feel a pain in their chest. They lowered their heads in disbelief, only to see that the shiny white bone sword had already stabbed into their body. The skull engraved on the hilt was inches away, staring at them with its empty eye sockets. It seemed to be filled with benevolence, but the person who held the sword was expressionless, ignoring everything.
There was no dazzling light or sharp sword Qi. It was just an ordinary strike, but it seemed to pass through space and time, making it impossible to grasp its trajectory. Even now, the Kings of Yin and Yang did not feel like they had actually been stabbed.
"What path of the sword is this?" Ye Duanhai's eyes suddenly narrowed. As a great sword cultivator, he could clearly sense the terror within.
The sword was pulled back immediately. It did not even pierce through the Kings of Yin and Yang's body. Little Ann returned to Li Qingshan's side, standing there with her sword.
After undergoing the third heavenly tribulation, not only had the Buddha Slaying sword turned from a sword embryo into a true sword, but her path of the sword had also finally broken free from the Three Absolutes Calligraphy's shadow, forming a path of the sword that belonged to her.
The path of the Buddha Slaying sword!
This path of the sword had always existed in the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty. However, her cultivation in the past had been too low, so she was unable to comprehend it, let alone practice it.
The Kings of Yin and Yang retreated another five kilometers and stared at Little Ann in fear. This was definitely not an enemy they could deal with. Just what kind of monsters had Qiongqi's trap attracted? They were also confused as to why he did not continue his pursuit.
Just when they were about to speak, meaningless gurgling sounds came out of their mouths. Suddenly, they split into two, turning into a male and female Demon King. They recovered their normal posture and knelt on the ground, desperately clutching the same wound on their chests. The poison did not spread, nor did the wound expand. It just did not heal, as if it would never heal.
"W- w- what's … going on …"
The two Demon Kings looked at one another. Their faces were filled with fear and confusion. Who knew how many times the blade had struck him, but it had never claimed his life, let alone a gentle strike like that.
This feeling was so familiar, as if they had returned to a very, very long time ago. Back then, they were not powerful Demon Kings yet, but the weakest demonfolk. They struggled to survive in the Demon domain, facing death many times.
"Birth, residence, mutation, and destruction, success, residence, and destruction. Great beauty and white bone, the cycle of life and death, "Little Ann recited gently as she stroked her sword.
"You don't understand, do you? In short, you're already dead! "Li Qingshan laughed aloud. Then he asked Little Ann," Am I right? "
"Yes." Little Ann smiled.
With two thuds, the two Demon Kings collapsed on the ground, dying like mortals.
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