Seeking Dao Hall There are no lights inside, only a few rays of skylight from the dome, slanting in the middle of the hall.
Jiuchen stood in the halo with his hands behind his hands, looking up at a huge picture hanging on the wall.
On the painting is a sword cultivator in white clothes holding a long sword, his eyebrows are cold and solemn, exuding awe-inspiring majesty. That is the founder of the Divine Sword Mountain sect, the Wuchen Sword Master. Seeking Dao Hall Although he is Immortal Alliance's meeting place was built on the site of Divine Sword Mountain after all. It's understandable that Divine Sword Mountain brought in private goods and hung his ancestor in the center.
Lin Qingyang was a little tired from standing, and the chains on his hands and feet were as heavy as lead. He didn't want to watch him show off, so he dragged the clattering chains to the Taishi chair next to him and sat down. He poured a cup of tea on the table, drank it down, and swallowed the steamed buns he had just eaten.
Hearing the noise, Jiuchen finally turned around.
He looked down at Lin Qingyang, whose face, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, was exactly the same as the statue of the Patriarch that had been erected for five hundred years in the Nine Skies Sect Square. However, those eyes that should have been full of compassion and compassion were full of jest and coldness at the moment.
"Jian Hong said you were rebellious and acted erratically, but I didn't accuse you unfairly at all." Jiuchen's voice echoed in the hall, and his tone really sounded like that of a respected elder.
Lin Qingyang glanced at him and sneered, "What? Do you still expect me to kowtow to you?"
Jiuchen smiled slightly, "In any case, I can be considered your ancestor."
"If you can die peacefully, I can burn two extra sticks of incense for you during the holidays." Lin Qingyang put down the teacup.
Jiuchen stared with deep eyes, sneered and said, "If it weren't for me, Human Clan would have disappeared five hundred years ago, and those people I killed might not be alive in the first place."
"You called me here just to talk nonsense?" Lin Qingyang said coldly.
"I'm just too bored, I just want to find someone to chat with." Jiuchen sighed, his tone showing a bit of strange familiarity, "You know, Xue Lanyuan is like that, she doesn't respond to anything I say."
Hearing Xue Lanyuan's name, Lin Qingyang's eyes darkened. "Where is she?"
Jiuchen chuckled and turned his eyes around Lin Qingyang's face, "You do care about her. In fact, I have always been curious. If you didn't know that he could come back to life in Ten Thousand Demons Forest, who would you choose between the two of them?"
Lin Qingyang did not answer. He looked past Jiuchen and landed on the portrait of the Wuchen Sword Lord. He pulled out a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth. "I am also very curious. How does it feel to see the enemy who killed you hanging high on the wall and being enshrined, while you can only be a lonely ghost?"
Jiuchen paused for a moment and looked at Lin Qingyang without saying anything.
Lin Qingyang leaned on the back of the chair, facing Jiuchen's eyes that gradually darkened, and said quietly, "Only when you die will your resentment turn into Soul Fiend. You didn't die from your injuries at all, but died at the hands of the Human Clan, right?"
Jiuchen's expression did not move, still looking at him quietly.
"Five hundred years ago, you did not hesitate to absorb the demon pill and turn yourself into Otherworldly Demon, and then you barely killed Cang Yu and won the battle for the Human Clan." Lin Qingyang The voice echoed in the empty hall, "But how could Human Clan allow a monster who is neither human nor monster and who may lose control at any time to be their hero? So they began to be jealous of you, fear you, and finally... kill you."
Lin Qingyang raised his chin and looked at the portrait on the wall. "The one who took the lead in killing you at that time was probably the Wuchen Sword Master who hated Demon Clan the most, right?"
Jiuchen listened quietly and laughed softly.
The next moment, Lin Qingyang felt a force that pulled him down violently. He flew out and hit the hard marble floor hard.
Before he could struggle to get up, an invisible force pressed down on his back like a mountain, pinning him to the ground, unable to move even a finger.
Jiuchen walked up to him step by step, and the white clothes stopped in Lin Qingyang's sight.
"So curious about what happened back then?" Jiuchen lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Qingyang lying on the ground, with a charming smile in his voice, "Or do you want to take the opportunity to find out the cause of my death back then, find my weaknesses, and then kill me again like Hidden Market?"
Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth and raised his head, staring at Jiuchen, with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Why, you think I can't see this little trick of yours?" Jiuchen chuckled a few times, and then said, "I like being smart so much, why not guess again, what exactly do I want to do?"
"You want to force Cang Mo and Human Clan to start a war!" Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth and said.
Jiuchen deliberately let Cang Mo go and then detained him. The purpose was obvious, which was to make Cang Mo go to war for him, and also to take revenge on the Human Clan who had betrayed him.
"I didn't expect it, Lin Qingyang!" Jiuchen said, leaning down slightly, smiling sarcastically and pityingly, "You have tried your best to prevent this war over the years, but you yourself are the fuse that ignited this catastrophe! What should I say, God's will to trick people? But..."
Jiuchen changed his voice and looked at Lin Qingyang: "Before that, there is a little trouble. The two of you are still connected to the blood contract of living and dying together."
Lin Qingyang paused, and finally a trace of panic flashed in his eyes that had been pretending to be calm.
"I know what you are thinking. The blood contract is Demon Clan's forbidden technique. Once the contract is formed, we will live and die together and cannot be broken." Jiuchen smiled, "But that is only for you mortals."
Before he finished speaking, Jiuchen raised his hand and pointed, and several dazzling golden lights instantly penetrated Lin Qingyang's body.
"Ah--!"
Lin Qingyang arched his back suddenly and screamed.
The golden light was not like Spiritual Power, but more like a sharp blade with substance, cutting along his meridians inch by inch, reaching towards his heart. The pain was not comparable to a physical wound at all, as if someone had reached into his soul and was tearing something out.
"The so-called blood contract is just a kind of Array that binds the soul." Jiuchen looked coldly at Lin Qingyang who was convulsing in pain on the ground, and said in a calm tone, "If it can be knotted, it can also be untied, but it may hurt a little."
Lin Qingyang could no longer hear what he was saying. Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and he screamed uncontrollably. In the suffocating pain, he felt that something was being forcibly peeled off from his heart.
A ball of light emitting faint red light emerged from Lin Qingyang's chest little by little, following the pull of Jiuchen. The ball of light was still beating slightly, with the same frequency as Lin Qingyang's heartbeat. It was the deepest bond between him and Cang Mo.
Lin Qingyang was trembling all over and stretched out his chained hands in vain, trying to catch the red light.
Jiuchen smiled cruelly and twitched his fingers.
"Pah."
There was an extremely slight crisp sound, and the red ball of light broke into dots of fluorescence in the palm of Jiuchen.
Lin Qingyang's screams suddenly stopped, and the severe pain in his meridians disappeared instantly, replaced by a suffocating silence. The heartbeat in his chest that had been resonating with him suddenly disappeared, as if half of his soul had been gouged out.
Lin Qingyang vomited out a large mouthful of blood and collapsed on the cold ground in exhaustion. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, but he couldn't even piece together a complete sentence. He could only gasp like a dying, broken breath from his throat.
Jiuchen stood in front of him, condescendingly looking at him with lowered eyebrows, still with a faint smile on his face, "Does it hurt? In fact, being able to feel pain is also a kind of happiness."
Lin Qingyang looked pale, but still raised his eyes with difficulty, stared at Jiuchen and cursed, "You... lunatic..."
"Crazy?" Jiuchen suddenly laughed, and the laughter echoed in the empty hall, creating a strange echo. "If you were like me and had been a lonely ghost in this world for five hundred years, you would also go crazy!"
Jiuchen looked at him condescendingly, the amusement in his eyes faded, replaced by an inexplicable hatred. "Five hundred years... I can't live, I can't die, there are only those resentments and obsessions that can drive people crazy! Lin Qingyang, all of this is because of you!"
Lin Qingyang faced the hatred in Jiuchen's eyes, and a ridiculous confusion flashed through his mind. How could a monster that had been dead for five hundred years do it because of him?
But Jiuchen didn't give him a chance to think at all. A golden light shot over and penetrated his shoulder blade.
"Uh-huh--!"
The severe pain instantly swallowed up all reason and doubts. Lin Qingyang's vision went dark, and he finally lost consciousness completely in the torture.