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Chapter 227: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 46

Leaning the full weight of her body on his chest, Shi Qing raised his eyes and accurately locked onto the girl who was walking out of the crowd.

Just as she was about to speak, she felt a sharp pain in her mind again. Chaos seemed to realize something and tried to escape urgently.

Shi Qing quickly formed a seal with his hands and mobilized the spiritual power in his body to seal himself. His blood became colder and colder, frosting into ice and quickly spreading from his dantian to the surroundings.

Jingrong was closest to her and was the first to feel the biting cold. He was suddenly startled and lowered his head. The woman in his arms was emitting cold air and there was a thin layer of white frost on her eyebrows.

"You're crazy! What good will it do you? Even if you seal me in this body, I will be able to come out in a few decades!"

The exit to the outside was sealed, and Hun Dun cursed in his sea of ​​consciousness, "Bitch, how dare you plot against me? If I don't die, I will definitely massacre the Yunqi Sect with blood!"

"That day will never come. You will definitely die today." Shi Qing clenched his back teeth tightly and tried to stay rational.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Yunqi Sect attacked the demon beasts and the undead spirits of the underworld. Without the control of Chaos, the four ferocious beasts stood still and could not move.

Chaos was still struggling, and Shi Qing was coexisting with it. It caused him to have a splitting headache, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally. He almost fell forward.

Jingrong vaguely heard Hun Dun's angry voice and looked stunned, "You will die if you do this."

Shi Qing grabbed his arm and barely stood up, still in the mood to tease: "If he's dead, he's dead. Can't you summon souls? What are you afraid of... cough cough..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out, Shi Qing coughed until he was almost suffocated. In his tearful peripheral vision, a blue figure broke through the enemy troops and arrived in front of him.

"Master, are you okay?" Lu Xingxuan's eyes were concerned, and his expression was complicated as he flashed a look of shock.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Jingrong looked at the look in their eyes as they looked at each other, feeling something was ominous.

Shi Qing didn't say anything. He looked up at the sky. The clouds were very low and it was suffocatingly dark as far as the eye could see. Amid the dark blue, thunder rumbled and golden lightning leaped, coming from afar and finally condensing above the Yunqi Sect.

It looks like someone is about to survive a catastrophe.

Jingrong was about to say something when the person next to him suddenly pushed him away. Before he could stand firmly, a thick bolt of lightning struck down at lightning speed. The frail woman drew out her snow-white sword to block it.

Then, one blow after another came at her.

The golden light shone, and the woman under the lightning became thinner, having survived the successive thunder disasters.

Song Yu chopped off the demon beast in front of him with a sword, and took the time to look up and glanced at it, his brows furrowed, "Why would Junior Sister be able to pass the tribulation at this time?"

The head of the sect was also shocked, his expression serious, "Once Junior Sister has survived the catastrophe, Jiang Wei, you will go and bring her back!"

Jiang Wei responded loudly, and immediately plunged into the fierce battle to kill the monster.

He stared at the woman's figure in shock without blinking, his fingers hanging at his sides unconsciously clenched into fists, his jaw line was tense, and his face showed unprecedented concern and tension.

The further time went by, the stronger the thunder tribulation became. All they could hear was the deafening thunder striking their heads. The lightning struck countless times, but it never ended and the sound grew stronger and stronger.

Everyone looked at Shi Qing in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

There wouldn't be so many heavenly thunders during an ordinary tribulation. No one has ever seen one that lasted for half an hour.

Before their eyes were the entangled monsters and the unconscious undead, who were attacking everyone mechanically without any regard for the lightning that might affect them.

The head and others were dealing with the situation while paying attention to observe Shi Qing's condition.

Shi Qing used up all the spiritual weapons that could be used and was able to barely survive the first ninety-odd thunders. By the last three, his body was completely limp and he was only able to hold on with one breath.

She half-knelt on the ground, holding the cracked Zhixue Sword. Above her head, the thunder was roaring loudly and was about to strike.

The taste of rust filled my throat and mouth, my five senses seemed to be displaced, I felt sore everywhere, my arms kept shaking, and my fingers could hardly hold the hilt of the sword.

To greatly improve one's cultivation in a short period of time at the cost of one's body and lifespan is an opportunistic, forbidden technique that is not tolerated by the world. It is understandable that Heaven does not approve of her.

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The body could no longer hold on, and the black energy tried to rush through the meridians. Shi Qing once again used his mental skills to forcefully suppress it.

She curled her lips, raised her eyebrows slightly, and stood up unsteadily, holding on to her sword.

The next second, lightning struck suddenly.

The Zhixue Sword emitted a dazzling white light, and a huge spiritual power shield protected her.

The lightning disappeared, and the sword god, which was already covered with spider webs, finally shattered and scattered like stars.

Her dress was already a little torn and her hair was disheveled. She casually wiped the blood from her lips and clenched her teeth.

The second to last thunderbolt hits down——

She closed her eyes, and the little spiritual power she had left was released. A tall figure blocked her way, and the small world shrouded in shadow was once again filled with a warm breath.

A muffled groan escaped from his lips, and the man suddenly bent over, bringing the two of them closer together.

Shi Qing was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid you'll die."

He lowered his eyebrows in shock and looked at her. The powerful lightning struck her alive, and the clothes on her back were torn in an instant. The pungent smell of burnt flesh and blood wafted into her nostrils.

He seemed to be unaware of the pain in his body and couldn't help but laugh, "Don't die."

Being protected by him, Shi Qing looked up and stared at him with flickering eyes.

The last one was dark gold in color, pressing down with an earth-shattering momentum. The air was squeezed inch by inch and became thinner. Shi Qing stared intently, his misty blue pupils trembling slightly.

My body was held tightly, and I couldn't break free.

They hugged each other tightly when the ninety-ninth thunder struck.

The thunderbolt disappeared inexplicably when it struck halfway. In the corner where no one was paying attention, the pupils of the people in the corner suddenly shrank in shock, as if they had seen a shocking and bizarre scene.

The internal organs were broken up and reshaped, and all the discomfort gradually disappeared. What followed was the warmth of the hot patch, like a mother's hand caressing every part, and then like a broken line, the wound burst open again.

The sea of ​​consciousness suddenly felt painful, and Shi Qing suddenly opened his eyes. A hint of golden light like the sun flowed in his misty blue pupils.

She pushed away the surprised look that shared half of her suffering, and with a complicated expression, she was about to stand up when her wrist was clamped by a hand with thin calluses.

"Don't go." He couldn't tell why, but Jingrong had a vague feeling that he couldn't let go, he absolutely couldn't let go.

Unexpected things happened again and again. Just as he couldn't see through his own heart, he couldn't understand Shi Qing either.

He had no way of predicting what shocking thing she would do next, and he didn't dare to imagine the consequences of each action.

Shi Qing smiled, frowned, and opened the fingers on her wrist one by one, "Thank you."

Jing Rong rashly took the thunder tribulation for her, which was considered a violation of the established rules. Because he was seriously injured, the shackles were easily dissolved by Shi Qing.

"Wait!" Seeing her turn around and leave, he stared at her with red eyes, "Who are you?"

The woman's body froze for a moment, and it was only this brief pause that made her more determined. She spoke word by word:

"I just saw...your soul."

Under Shi Qing's gaze, he smiled silently with a surprised look, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and looked up at her from his messy long hair, "For the sake of me losing half my life... cough cough cough..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly covered his mouth and coughed, blood flowed out from between his fingers and quickly dripped onto his robe.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Shi Qing's eyes. She half-covered her lips in shock and carefully lifted her eyelids. Her crow-feather eyelashes trembled and she looked lost. "If I have made things difficult for you... then there is no need to—"

"Shi Qing." The wind brought a strange name to his ears.

Jingrong's eyes suddenly widened. "You, what did you say?"

"Shi Qing, my name." She stood in front of her with a gentle look.

"Time Qing..."

He rolled these two words between his lips over and over again, and watched her walk towards the girl in blue clothes step by step with a look of half joy and half surprise.

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"Xing Xuan, do it." Walking up to her, Shi Qing had almost exhausted all his energy. His body was devastated, and now he was just relying on the last bit of spiritual power to hold on.

"Master, disciple..." Lu Xingxuan hesitated while holding the half-lit sword of gods and demons.

"Don't be afraid. Master will not die." Shi Qing stood sideways, the tattered corners of his clothes rustling, like a helpless duckweed.

Lu Xingxuan's almond-shaped eyes were filled with mist, and she bit her lip and asked her, "Master, will everything be alright?"

Shi Qing lost feeling in her feet and suddenly fell forward. Lu Xingxuan hurriedly supported her.

"Xing Xuan is the most obedient. I will be fine..." Shi Qing comforted her softly, "Lin Zhou is now a demon king and can summon souls. I will not die..."

Even though she had said it in advance, Lu Xingxuan still couldn't help panicking when things were happening.

She held the hilt of the sword tremblingly, the sword that was said to belong to her alone.

The arm had no feeling and just hung there like a piece of waste meat.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a handsome man approaching. He became ruthless and said coldly:

"Lu Xingxuan, look into my eyes!"

Reflexively, Lu Xingxuan met her eyes.

The misty blue pupils were gradually stained with ink, and the voice was hoarse like dead branches and fallen leaves, "Kill me... Kill me..."

Lu Xingxuan was in a daze, her eyes dull, her hands grasping the hilt of the sword and slowly raising it towards her heart.

"Lu Xingxuan, stop!"

Not far away, a startled roar broke the soul-stealing spell.

Lu Xingxuan suddenly came back to his senses, and the next moment, the sound of a sword entering flesh was sudden and clear.