There was a muffled sound, and Seeking Dao Hall's palace door was pushed open with a strong force.
Yun Zhan strode across the threshold, and several gatekeeper disciples behind him followed in with panic on their faces. Yun Zhan's eyes quickly swept across the empty hall, and at a glance he saw Lin Qingyang lying on the ground.
Lin Qingyang's eyes were closed tightly, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to the ground, and he was completely silent.
Yun Zhan frowned, and quickly stepped forward to check his breath. He felt that he was still breathing, and his tight jawline relaxed slightly.
On the high platform, Jiuchen still stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the incoming Yun Zhan with an expression of indifference.
"My Lord, forgive me! We didn't stop Senior Brother Yun..." The disciple outside the door knelt on the ground and said in fear.
Jiuchen glanced at them lightly and said in a calm tone, "It doesn't matter."
Only then did those people breathe a sigh of relief.
Yun Zhan stood up, looked directly at Jiuchen on the steps, and frowned. "Shenjun, didn't you just ask him for questioning?"
Jiuchen looked at him as if he were looking at an ignorant junior, and wrote lightly, "Lin Qingyang is stubborn and lies, so I will just give him a small punishment."
Yun Zhan stared at Jiuchen, the words Lin Qingyang said in the dungeon came to mind again, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tighten a little.
Jiuchen's eyes fell on Yun Zhan's sword-holding hand, and he suddenly chuckled quietly and said, "You are Jian Hong's apprentice, right? You have good swordsmanship."
Yun Zhan paused and remembered that he had fought against Soul Fiend in Hidden Market's Fusheng Pavilion. He raised his head to meet Jiuchen's gaze and asked tentatively, "The Lord God has just come into the world not long ago and has never fought against me. How do you know that my swordsmanship is good?"
But Jiuchen didn't answer his temptation, and just stared at him quietly, with a faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth. There was a bottomless darkness in those compassionate eyes. He didn't release any Spiritual Power, but there was a terrifying and oppressive feeling that made people breathless.
Yun Zhan breathed a little lighter, and Spiritual Power began to circulate quietly on the sword in his hand.
"Yun Zhan! Don't be rude to the Lord God!"
A voice broke the silence in the hall, Jian Hong strode into the hall, his face ashen.
He glanced coldly at Lin Qingyang on the ground, then walked quickly to the steps and bowed deeply to Jiuchen: "The Lord God has informed all the factions that the traitor Lin Qingyang will be executed in public tomorrow at Divine Sword Mountain."
Yun Zhan heard this, his expression suddenly changed. "Master! There are still many doubts about this matter. The death of Sect Master Su..."
"That's enough!" Jian Hong interrupted him sternly, "Su Jingui clearly died at the hands of Windflower Sword. He admitted it himself, so how could he be wronged?"
Yun Zhan paused and then said, "But if he dies in the Immortal Alliance, Cang Mo will never let it go. Once a war between the two races is provoked, all life will be ruined!"
Jiuchen let out a very light sneer. He looked at the portrait of Wuchen Sword Lord on the wall and said slowly, "When Wuchen founded Divine Sword Mountain, he set a sect rule that he would never tolerate Demon Clan. Unexpectedly, his disciples and disciples are now a lot softer. I am afraid that Demon Clan will become like this."
As soon as these words came out, Jian Hong's face darkened, he turned his head and glared at Yun Zhan and said sternly, "Yun Zhan, stand down!"
"Master!"
Jian Hong looked at him with stern eyes and said angrily, "There is no coexistence between humans and monsters! If Lin Qingyang hadn't tricked the Immortal Sect into giving in repeatedly, how could we be in today's situation? Now, if you dare to say one more thing for him, don't call me master!"
Yun Zhan looked at Jian Hong reluctantly, then looked at Jiuchen who looked indifferent, and finally lowered his head without saying anything more.
Jian Hong turned his back and told the disciples outside the door with a cold face, "Send Lin Qingyang back to the dungeon and keep him under strict supervision!"
Several disciples quickly ran in, picked up the unconscious Lin Qingyang and hurriedly retreated.
"Go back to your room and copy the door rules a hundred times. You are not allowed to step out of the room without my permission!" Jian Hong looked at Yun Zhan and said coldly.
Yun Zhan clenched the sword in his hand and responded in a low voice, "Yes."
After saying that, he turned around and followed everyone out of the hall.
The hall became quiet again.
Jian Hong turned around and faced Jiuchen. The anger on his face had been replaced by respect and shame. "Don't blame me, Lord God. Yun Zhan was deceived by Lin Qingyang because he was young. I'm ashamed to say that I was almost deceived by him!"
Jiuchen didn't look at him, but looked out the window.
The sky outside was a little dark, heavy dark clouds were pressing on the top of Divine Sword Mountain, and even the wind had a dull and chilling air.
Jiuchen looked at the gloomy sky with unclear eyes and said softly, "He is indeed capable, but it's a pity that God wants him to die."
The cold wind howled at the bottom of the valley, and icy mist filled the air.
Cang Mo Most of his body was buried in thick ice and snow, and the wounds on his body that were deep enough to see the bones were all frozen by the cold air, and even the blood that flowed out turned into dark red ice.
His face was pale with his eyes closed, and his breathing was so weak that it almost stagnated. A gust of cold wind blew away the remaining snow on his face, and Cang Mo's brows wrinkled in pain. A sharp pain that could not be described in words tore apart his limbs in an instant. It was not physical pain, but the emptiness and trembling of his soul that had half of it gouged out.
"Pfft--!"
Cang Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out on the pale snow.
His whole body was convulsing violently and he was breathing heavily. Amber's wolf eyes were full of confusion and fear. He subconsciously raised his stiff hand and held his left chest tightly.
There was only his own heavy and slow heartbeat, and the heartbeat of Lin Qingyang that had been resonating with him... disappeared.
"Lin Qingyang..." Cang Mo read in a hoarse voice, with a tremor that was difficult to conceal.
The blood contract of living and dying together is broken, so Lin Qingyang, is he still alive?
Cang Mo didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he stood up swayingly. The confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by madness, and a Demonic Qi as black as ink erupted with him as the center.
The ice and snow within a few feet of the surrounding evaporated instantly, and the hard mountain rocks cracked and turned into powder under the violent Demonic Qi. The ice on his abdomen and limbs melted instantly, and blood poured out again, but it quickly healed with the raging Demonic Power.
Cang Mo gritted his teeth, a frightening scarlet color appeared in his eyes, and then he suddenly brought his fingers together and stabbed into his heart, forcing out a drop of heart blood with golden light.
The blood was suspended in the air, and as his fingertips moved rapidly, it turned into a complex and ancient Demon Clan totem.
Cang Mo stared at the drop of blood, with desperate cruelty and murderous intent in his eyes. Then the totem instantly burst out with a dazzling red light, turning into a meteor, tearing apart the haze at the bottom of the valley, shooting straight into the sky, and breaking through the air in the direction of Demon Emperor City.