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Chapter 225: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 44

The spiritual energy in the cultivation world is abundant, so it can be used to wash away dirt and ascend to become a god. Different creatures use different methods and media, and the results of transformation are also different. The cultivators are calm, and the demons are indulgent.

Chaos is somewhere between the two. It was created by the undead spirits that emerged after the ancient war between gods and demons. It feeds on the anger and hatred of the world, and becomes stronger as time goes by. It can be said that if it cannot be killed with one strike, it will never die.

"Chaos is so powerful, so it really has no weaknesses?" Su Lian asked doubtfully after listening to Shi Qing's explanation.

"Qi is like water, it flows constantly and is unpredictable. There is no way to hurt it." Jiang Wei explained beside him, with obvious dark circles under his eyes and a tired expression on his heroic face.

The head of the sect sat in the palace, with a solemn expression on his face: "Now that we know its origin, we will always find a solution. The great elder will go to the library to look it up later."

After saying that, he looked at Shi Qing who was sitting, "You don't look well, but were you injured outside?"

The other elders all turned their heads to look over. Song Yu frowned and said, "Junior sister, stay here later. I will take a look at it for you."

Shi Qing smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm just exhausted from running around for so many days."

After the headmaster arranged all matters, everyone dispersed. Shi Qing returned to the Snow Peak, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Lu Xingxuan sitting in the courtyard.

The magnolia trees on the snowy peaks were blooming again and again, dotted among the thick green leaves. Occasionally, a breeze blew by, and a few early-blooming petals fell slowly.

The girl was wearing a blue sect uniform. She was tall and slender. Her grown-up face was no longer fat and childish, and there was a hint of melancholy and calmness between her brows.

She played with the petals in her hand from time to time, her eyes unfocused, staring somewhere in a daze, and she didn't even notice Shi Qing's arrival.

"Xing Xuan?" Shi Qing sat down on the stone bench opposite her. "What are you thinking about?"

"Hello, Master." After coming back to his senses, Lu Xingxuan raised his eyes, looked at her silently, then looked at the flower petals in his hand, "I just miss Lin Zhou a little bit..."

In the past, the three of them sat under this blossoming tree, drinking tea and practicing swordplay, but now everything has changed.

Regarding Lin Zhou's matter, Shi Qing only said that Lin Zhou was the Demon Lord and returned to the Demon Clan after his blood memory awakened. Others sighed with complicated expressions, some were indignant, and some remained silent.

Lu Xingxuan knew that she shouldn't mention this name, so she changed the subject: "Master, what should we do if we fail?"

In the Yunqi Sect, the elders have different personalities. Some are serious and stern, while others are gentle and amiable. No matter what, they always treat their disciples with love and care, regardless of their sect or individual status.

Although there were minor frictions and disputes among the disciples, their hearts were always close.

After staying in Taoyuan for a long time, you will think that the outside world is also a Taoyuan.

In the first three years, she just cared about enjoying herself, occasionally fantasizing that maybe someday she could wear it back to her old age.

Until the outbreak of the war, when he witnessed the death of his fellow disciples, the brutal fighting and bloodshed, his innocent heart that was indifferent to worldly affairs gradually cooled, and he developed a sense of absurdity of "not caring about the Wei and Jin dynasties".

"Do you think we will fail?" Shi Qing asked instead of answering.

"Disciple doesn't know."

She had imagined that perhaps she could go home after death.

So when the monster's claws slapped down, she stood where she was and didn't dodge.

However, when the shadow fell, Wen Ling rushed over and threw her out without hesitation. The scars fell on another person, but the fear of death was engraved in her heart.

Her reverence for life reached its highest point at that moment, and from then on, she was urged to deal with every battle with the Warcraft and the Undead with caution.

Shi Qing looked into her eyes and said confidently, "We won't lose, absolutely not."

After that, he told her about the discussion about chaos just now and asked her what she thought.

Lu Xingxuan said without hesitation: "Everything in the world can be transformed. Water is invisible, gas is invisible and traceless, but it can be liquefied into water: water is invisible, but it can also solidify into ice."

"Since chaos is invisible and traceless, if we put it in a box and find a way to make it visible and traceable, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Shi Qing nodded in appreciation, "What we are looking for is just the box that is suitable for it."

She lowered her brows, took off the ring on her finger, and carefully placed it in the girl's palm.

Even though it is worn for a long time, the blue ring is still cool, just like the hand of its owner, like the snow that never melts.

The hard object touched his palm, and Lu Xingxuan looked up in astonishment, "Master, what is this?"

Shi Qing smiled lightly, his eyes like the rippling water, and spoke each word with pause, "Your sword."

The one and only divine and demonic sword belonging to the heroine Lu Xingxuan.

Lu Xingxuan hesitated for a moment, then opened the storage ring to remove the ban.

The blade was sharp, with a line in the middle that seemed to split the sword in two. One half was bright red, like drinking blood; the other half was dull, like a pearl covered by dust.

"Master, isn't this the sword you forged before?" Lu Xingxuan looked amazed and wanted to return the sword to her anxiously.

"Xing Xuan, your master wants to tell you something." Shi Qing stopped her and said in a serious tone, "Only you can do this."

An ominous premonition rose up, and Lu Xingxuan stammered, "Master, what are you going to do?"

"The box has been found. Now we need to burn the sword that contains the box." Shi Qing smiled, his expression calm.