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Chapter 228: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord

"Impossible! This can't be true! Aaaaahhh!"

Chaos's incredulous scream broke the silent atmosphere, the pungent smell of burning foreign objects spread, and wisps of black gas emerged from Shi Qing's body and then turned into nothingness.

The clouds dispersed, the sun shone, and golden light poured down.

"Junior sister!"

Lu Xingxuan screamed heart-wrenchingly as she made an emergency landing. There was still a thick layer of confusion in her pupils. She lowered her head in a daze.

The beloved spiritual sword was inserted into the woman's chest. Thick blood oozed from her heart and spread from the center to the surroundings. Red plum blossoms bloomed on her green dress.

The air was stirred into a strong wind. Jiang Wei pushed her away and hugged the dying woman.

The hair on her forehead fell on her eyelashes, making her feel itchy. Lu Xingxuan couldn't help but close her eyes. The cold liquid slid down from the end of her eyes, leaving a sticky mark that flowed down her cheek like a colorless scar.

"Junior sister, take it quickly, you will be fine after taking the medicine..."

Supporting Shi Qing's head with his arms, Jiang Wei hurriedly took out bottles of rare life-saving pills and poured them into her mouth without paying.

His angular face was covered in the blood of monsters, his eyes were red, and he no longer had the usual sarcastic smile.

Shi Qing shook his head with difficulty, tears filling his eyes. He turned to Lu Xingxuan who was standing there in a daze.

"Xing...Xingxuan."

Lu Xingxuan's eyes were as red as a little rabbit. She knelt on Shi Qing's left side. As soon as she said this, tears burst out.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I don't know why it happened, my hands are out of control... Master, I, I really..."

His speech was confused and his expression was broken.

"Why are you raising your sword at her!?"

Jiang Wei knew that Lu Xingxuan was not lying.

The moment he rushed towards her, he saw with his own eyes Shi Qing crashing into the sword.

Red splashed before his eyes, and the sound of the spirit sword piercing the flesh was still ringing in his ears. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the heart-wrenching scream was from the monster or from him.

A huge panic enveloped him in a vague darkness. The heartstrings that carried his longings and hopes broke with a clang. He deceived himself by venting his panic through this outlet.

"If you hadn't held the sword, she wouldn't be like this."

"Jiang Wei..." The woman in his arms moved excitedly, and a muffled groan escaped from her throat.

The Sword of Gods and Demons is made of black iron and ice. The sword energy that alternates between hot and cold travels around the body, corroding and devouring all life.

Shi Qing smiled faintly and reached out his trembling fingers towards the crying girl.

Lu Xingxuan was like a lost little animal, offering his face obediently and pitifully.

The cold fingertips gently fell under the eyelids, wiping away the round tears with effort.

However, the force of the feather's gentle stroke caused tingling ripples that spread into her eyes and made her nose sore.

"Don't cry...Xingxuan...No, I don't blame you, it's me...who wanted to do this..." Before she finished speaking, her body shrank and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

In the thick blood, a terrifying blood clot could be vaguely seen.

"Brother Jiang Wei...don't blame her...it's me..."

"Shut up." Jiang Wei bit his lips tightly, staring at her fiercely with red eyes and tears flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Wei remembered something and looked up and shouted loudly to Song Yu in the group of monsters. Lu Xingxuan's expression became more surprised and fragile, and the roars and the sounds of weapons colliding gradually became ethereal and faded into silent wind.

The body is empty.

Out of the corner of her eye, she happened to catch a glimpse of a tall man in the distance, his brows furrowed, his deep, unfathomable eyes staring at her like he was catching prey.

When Song Yu rushed over, there was only a half-red and half-white sword left in Jiang Wei's arms.

Drinking blood and sharpening the blade, the cold light flashes.

With the help of the Sword of Gods and Demons, and the inheritance of ancient power, Lu Xingxuan defeated all the monsters and the undead army in the battle and became famous in one fell swoop.

After that, the cultivation world suffered countless casualties and had to recuperate.