"A-Qi--!"
Lin Qingyang rushed to the edge of the cliff and reached out to grab it, but several thick dark red vines broke through the ice and tightly wrapped around his ankles and waist, dragging him back roughly.
Lin Qingyang was thrown on the ice, his hands and feet were pinned to the ground by red vines, unable to move. He stared at Jiuchen, his eyes burning with hatred, and his throat filled with the thick smell of blood.
Jiuchen's chest is a big hole scratched by Cang Mo. There is no blood there, only a thick black mist is rolling, and the skin is squirming and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Why are you nervous? He is Demon King. He will not die that easily." Jiuchen said quietly, but in the blink of an eye, the wound on his chest had healed as before, and he had once again regained his flawless golden body of a god.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Lin Qingyang growled through gritted teeth.
Jiuchen chuckled, casually dismissed the Nine Heavens Sword in his hand, walked slowly to Lin Qingyang, looked at him condescendingly and said quietly, "Actually, I want to thank you for that move Heavenly Execution. For a long time in the past, I couldn't figure out who I was at all, and I just wandered around in a daze. For a time, I thought I was Bi Yue. It wasn't until your sword struck down that I finally... remembered everything."
Speaking of this, Jiuchen seemed to have recalled something, and his eyes were a little cold.
Then he saw him slightly raising his hand, and the Windflower Sword that fell far away made a buzzing sound and flew straight into his palm.
Seeing Windflower Sword fall into his hands, Lin Qingyang tensed up and desperately tried to mobilize Spiritual Power to break free, but there was no response from Meridians.
Jiuchen flexed his fingers and flicked the sword blade leisurely. The clear sound of the sword echoed in the wind and snow.
"You have repaired it, it is indeed a good sword." Jiuchen looked at Windflower Sword, and then changed the subject, "Heavenly Execution, you learned that trick well, and you should reciprocate. Let me try your trick too."
"What are you going to do?!" Lin Qingyang's heart suddenly sank.
Jiuchen held Windflower Sword, flipped his wrist, and violent air currents suddenly surged around his body, rolling up snow all over the sky.
Lin Qingyang looked in the direction pointed by the sword's edge, and the blood all over his body instantly became cold. It was Su Jingui who was frozen.
"Jiuchen, stop!" Lin Qingyang shouted, struggling desperately, his wrist was strangled with red vines and there were blood marks, but he couldn't get free no matter what.
He turned to look at Xue Lanyuan, who was completely unconscious in the air, and shouted, "Xue Lanyuan, wake up! Save him!"
In the wind and snow, Xue Lanyuan stood there, his empty eyes turned slightly, and then turned into a handful of flying snow and disappeared. Lin Qingyang looked at the flying snow in the sky and couldn't help but feel a little despair.
At this time, not far away from Su Jingui, there was the sound of cracking ice. Su Jingui didn't know what method he used to shatter the ice. He got up from the ground in panic and ran away.
Jiuchen looked at his fleeing back and twitched his lips in disdain.
Suddenly, the wind suddenly rose, and Jiuchen slashed down with his sword. A flawless "divine wind slash" tore through the wind and snow and struck directly at Su Jingui.
Lin Qingyang felt a blinding white light flash before his eyes.
When the frost and snow dispersed, the wind stopped.
Su Jingui stood straight on the spot, with his hands still in a defensive posture. A thin red line emerged from the center of his forehead and spread along the bridge of his nose and chin. His eyes widened, and the fear in his eyes had not dissipated. Then, he fell straight forward.
There was a muffled "bang" sound as it hit the ice, and blood quickly stained the remaining snow beneath him.
Lin Qingyang stared blankly at the pool of dazzling red, his eyes straightened. Su Jingui has always been cautious and timid. If it weren't for helping him escape, he wouldn't have died here.
"How's it going? How did I use this trick of yours?" Jiuchen casually held a sword flower in his hand and said in a light tone.
Lin Qingyang stared at him, his eyes red and his whole body trembling with anger.
Jiuchen walked up to him, threw the Windflower Sword stained with Su Jingui's blood in front of Lin Qingyang's eyes, and chuckled, "Didn't I tell you before, don't meddle in other people's business? Look, one more person died because of you."
Lin Qingyang said nothing, looking at Su Jingui who died not far away, and Windflower Sword who was stained with blood at his feet. Suddenly, a sense of absurdity surged in his heart. He tried his best, thinking that he could get rid of this monster, and thought that it would be good to find Nirvana Lotus, but now he is still in this situation. Is this the so-called way of heaven? Still refuse to let him go!
Lin Qingyang raised his head blankly and looked at the gray sky. The falling snow in the sky stopped unknown when, and the surrounding frost was also melting rapidly.
The red vines wrapped around his body turned into black energy and dissipated, leaving only a few conspicuous blood marks on Lin Qingyang's wrists and neck, but he fell to the ground and did not get up or pick up the sword.
A burst of noisy footsteps broke the dead silence.
Jian Hong and a large number of Divine Sword Mountain disciples hurried to Yating. When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, everyone took a deep breath.
"Sect Master Su!" Jian Hong's face changed drastically and he quickly stepped forward to check.
Yun Zhan, who was following behind, saw the fatal injuries on Su Jingui's body clearly, and looked stunned. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the blood-stained Windflower Sword next to Lin Qingyang, and then looked at Lin Qingyang in shock.
"Dad--!"
A cry came from behind the crowd, and Su Ruohuan stumbled through the crowd and rushed out, then knelt down next to Su Jingui with a plop.
"Dad... how could this happen? Wake up!" Su Ruohuan was trembling all over and tried her best to cover the bloody mouth on Su Jingui's forehead. Tears fell heavily, "Dad, I will never run around again, and I will never cause trouble for you again. Don't scare me..."
Lin Qingyang slowly raised his head and looked at Su Ruohuan quietly from a few steps away.
Su Ruohuan cried until she couldn't breathe. She raised her face full of tears and looked past her father's body to Lin Qingyang.
"Master..." Su Ruohuan's voice trembled, with confusion and fear, "How could this happen? How could my father..."
"The one who killed him was Kamikaze." Jian Hong stood up, his voice as cold as ice.
Su Ruohuan froze and looked at Lin Qingyang in disbelief. Her lips were trembling and she couldn't make a sound for a long time.
Jian Hong turned around, stared at Lin Qingyang with a livid face, and said sternly, "Lin Qingyang, it was you who killed Sect Master Su?!"
Lin Qingyang slowly raised his eyes, looking at the indignation on Jian Hong's face, the shock in Yun Zhan's eyes, and the collapsed and disbelieving look in Su Ruohuan's eyes, but Lin Qingyang's eyes finally passed everyone and fixed on Jiuchen not far away.
The wind and snow had stopped, but Jiuchen still looked like a compassionate and holy god. He looked at Lin Qingyang quietly, as if he was admiring the struggle of a trapped animal.
Lin Qingyang stared at him, swallowing hard the sweet taste in his throat, and said nothing.
In this situation, even if some people are willing to believe his excuse, these people present are not Jiuchen's opponents at all. If he does not cooperate with him to continue the play, he will only tear down the stage, fearing that no one will survive.
Seeing Lin Qingyang's acquiescence, Su Ruohuan was stunned and fell into a pool of blood. She clutched her father's cold hand with tears streaming down her face. She looked at him blankly for a long time and was speechless.
Yun Zhan's eyes were also full of shock and confusion, and the surrounding discussions and curses gradually started.
Jian Hong stared at Lin Qingyang, and no longer scolded him as before, but his eyes slowly darkened, and then he suddenly turned his head and saluted deeply to Jiuchen: "God Lord! What Demon Clan did is to deceive others too much. Now that the immortal sect is in chaos, please ask God Lord to take charge of the overall situation!"
The surrounding disciples also spoke out and echoed.
Lin Qingyang stared at Jiuchen, the hatred and anger in his eyes faded away, leaving a calmness as sharp as a knife.
Jiuchen lowered his eyes to meet Lin Qingyang's gaze, with a hint of condescending teasing hidden in his eyes, and slowly said, "Lin Qingyang colluded with the Demon Clan, tortured comrades, escorted Immortal Alliance back, and executed them in public."