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Chapter 213: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 32

The black gas was getting closer and closer, just a few inches away.

Fu Xue covered her eyes from a distance, "Junior sister, be good, close your eyes, don't look."

The spiritual power in his body became brighter and brighter.

Shi Qing's face was filled with tears. She bit her lips tightly to suppress her cries and closed her eyes as she was told.

The moment my vision darkened, a deafening explosion sounded in my ears.

The master's last breath and spiritual power dissipated in the world, the Zhixue Sword became dim, and the protective shield disappeared.

The cold liquid dripped on his face. Shi Qing's eyelashes trembled, but he still opened his eyes and looked up hesitantly.

It was raining blood from the sky. The flesh broke into countless pieces, dripping down and hanging all around in a sticky state.

The round sun hung high in the blue sky, extremely dazzling. Countless colorful black dots danced before his eyes. Shi Qing felt dizzy and did not notice the broken cliff at all.

The feeling of weightlessness of falling came over me, and I fell into the abyss mixed with rocks and mud.

I don’t know how long it took, but a hand stretched out from the pile of mud and sand, and then slowly crawled out.

Shi Qing was panting, his eyes were blank, and he lay on the ground motionless for a long time.

Thinking of something, she struggled to sit up again, crawled on her knees and dug the hill-sized pile of dirt with her hands. She seemed to be unaware of the pain, her nails were covered with dirt, and her hands were scratched by stones and dead branches until they bled.

From the setting sun to the rising moon, she finally touched the tough sword. Her dull expression finally changed and she quickened her movements.

After a while, the Zhixue Sword covered in mud was finally dug out.

The girl was covered in dirt, and she was holding the equally dirty Zhixue Sword, as if she was holding a priceless treasure that had been lost and found again.

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The moonlight was very dark, the situation at the bottom of the cliff was unclear, and the vision was blurry.

Her spiritual roots were destroyed by chaos, and now she is like a useless person, unable to fight anything. The only thing she can rely on is an iron sword that has turned gray and dark.

Shi Qing stumbled along the bottom of the cliff, with wounds all over his legs and hands. He stepped on something slippery unexpectedly, and tripped over himself in surprise.

She was slow to react and turned around to pick up the thing.

An old, broken mirror.

When the blood on his hands was stained, the mirror suddenly changed and an old man with a white beard appeared in it.

"Huh, a yellow-haired girl? And she looks so miserable." Looking at the disheveled girl, he kept looking at her with puzzled eyes.

Shi Qing had a blank expression on his face. He dropped the mirror and was about to continue on his way. At this moment, a flaming purple flower suddenly appeared behind him.

Its mouth was wide open, its giant head was tilted, and saliva was flowing. The scene was very strange for a moment.

Shi Qing immediately retreated vigilantly holding the Zhixue Sword.

The flame purple flower monster ate no matter what the food was, and when it saw the girl who posed no threat, it attacked without hesitation and tried to swallow her.

Shi Qing now had no spiritual power left and was completely unable to resist. While dodging, her eyes were sprayed with venom, which stung her deeply. She subconsciously closed her eyes, and tears kept flowing physiologically.

The next second, he was hung up by its vines and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

A hot, foul-smelling breath enveloped Shi Qing. She suddenly gave up struggling and waited for death peacefully.

However, a sense of uneasiness arose in my heart.

If my senior brother knew about this, would he be angry? Would he refuse to see me?

"Hey, girl, let's make a deal. I'll help you kill it, and you promise me one thing!"

At this moment, the ignored mirror suddenly spoke.

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Faced with the fear and unwillingness of being swallowed, Shi Qing still agreed to the request of the old man in the mirror, temporarily letting him use his body to defeat the Flame Purple Flower Monster, and walked out from under the cliff.

When he woke up again, he was already in Yunqi Sect.

In order to seal the chaos, the head of the sect and many immortals sealed the demon king who was involved with it. However, the seal of the demon was completed at their own expense.

The Yunqi Sect was in a state of disrepair, and the second elder brother, Tiannan, was the most reliable. With the support of the other elders, he took on the responsibility of being the sect leader.

It was three days later when Shi Qing was found by them.

His eyes were blinded by the venom, he was in a low mood, his spiritual power was pitifully weak, and he needed everyone to take care of him in everything.

Jiang Wei was already devastated by the successive deaths of his master and senior brother Fuxue. His only junior sister Qingfeng was still depressed and silent. She ignored everyone who asked her questions and acted like a puppet all day long.

As time went on, his words became more serious.

Later, the sect gradually stabilized, and Shi Qing moved to Jixue Peak alone.

The reason why the spiritual root was able to be restored was due to the work of the old man in the mirror. Even the sword of gods and demons was his idea, to kill gods and demons and resist all evil and injustice in the world.

Shi Qing suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes blankly. Her wildly beating heart reminded her that she was still alive. She lowered her brows and stared at her hands in a daze.

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"All right."

Song Yu gently lifted the gauze and watched Shi Qing's eyes retreat. The people in the room looked expectantly, staring intently at the woman sitting on the bed.

The sticky and moist smell of herbs dissipated, Shi Qing slowly lifted her eyelids, her long eyelashes fluttered, her misty blue eyes were sparkling, clear and distinct.

"Junior sister, look at what number this is?" Su Lin pointed a finger in front of her.

"Sister, I can see it now."

Shi Qing chuckled, his eyes sweeping over everyone present one by one, his eyes sparkling and his spirits high.

The head sect master, the elders and others were all in tears. When the sect was being rebuilt, they had no time to take care of her eyes, and by the time they got a careful diagnosis and treatment, the best time had already been missed.

They were already feeling guilty, and now that they have regained their sight, how could they not be surprised?

Because the eyes have been poisoned for too long, you still need to apply medicine as usual after recovery and avoid exposing them to the sun for too long.

After Lu Xingxuan and Lin Zhou found out, they felt it was their responsibility to take care of their master. When Song Yu was busy, the two of them took the initiative to go to Yaogu Peak to get medicine.

It took nearly a year for Shi Qing to fully recover.

During this period, the Demon Prisoner Seal did not change, and everything was safe and sound. However, this calm was more like a sign of a coming storm.

There was only one petal left on the Star Dragon Grass that had not yet opened, but Shi Qing had already planned to go to Yeyan Continent and use the Supreme Karma Fire to melt all the materials to create the Sword of God and Demon.

This is the most crucial part.

Although Lu Xingxuan's cultivation had improved, he was still far from becoming a god.

Therefore, Shi Qing gave up the idea of ​​taking her to Yeyanzhou and found an excuse to take Lin Zhou with him.

Who would have thought that this time Lu Xingxuan would insist on following along, under the pretext of training.

So, the master and his two disciples set foot on the territory of the demons.