You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 862 Captured

Changqing took a step forward, and the next moment, as if he had seen some terrifying existence, he immediately retreated. There was a trace of murderous intent remaining at the broken part of the inscription. Just one step and his body would be in danger of disintegration.

The articles that had been refined into literary talents now either turned into flowing clouds while releasing the force, or broke into spider webs during the hard collision. Behind the steles that had turned into cracks, the Great Demon Lord was quite eager to fight.

The Great Demon Lord tightly grasped the giant axe, as if he had become a different person, with unparalleled fighting spirit and an indomitable momentum. Looking at the last stone tablet, he suddenly felt strange, because there were no words on the tablet, as if it was so vulnerable.

A smile crept onto the face that was no longer a human face. He laughed wildly and swung the giant axe fiercely. However, when it touched the inscription, his eyes went dark. His demon core was filled with golden words at some point, sealing half of his demon power. The giant axe he swung paused, and he understood in an instant after a brief thought that the talent in the inscriptions was absorbed by the giant axe and transferred to his demon core.

Hundreds of inscriptions and countless talents now blossomed into a golden ink mark in the demon lord's dantian. The huge demon body trembled, but it was difficult to break free.

The old man's chest heaved. This battle hadn't been easy. "Haha, sir, do you still have the guts to ask me to hand over my friend Qingtong?"

The Great Demon Lord's face darkened and he said coldly, "Insidious!"

But soon the gloom turned into sunshine again: "Master, do you really think that these are the only methods I have?"

As soon as he finished speaking, clouds and mist rose again in the sky below. The old man's face changed, and he thought of something. He dodged and threw out the jade pen, flying towards Changqing.

But he was blown away by a sudden evil wind. A young man in gorgeous clothes, waving a folding fan, appeared behind Changqing, and a huge pressure suddenly descended.

Jiaocang's anxious reminder in Changqing's ear was just as he was about to dodge when he felt a sudden gust of wind coming from behind him. His body seemed to be carrying the weight of thousands of mountains. His body sank, and his eyes became bloodshot, his teeth clenched, his face flushed, and he had no power to resist.

But it only took a moment before he was pressed to the ground. A mortal body could not withstand a mountain thousands of feet high, and this was just the pressure from the Demon Lord.

Blood was oozing out of the corner of his mouth, and he was seriously injured at the moment of contact.

After withdrawing his coercion, the noble-looking man picked up Chang Qing, who looked like a dead dog, and looked at the Great Demon Lord provocatively: "Boss, you are just a teacher, and you are in such a mess. If other Demon Lords see this, they will have some thoughts!"

The old master was extremely anxious. He grabbed the jade pen and tried to rescue him, but was stopped by the Great Demon Lord: "Master, why are you so anxious? He only took away an ordinary human. I don't want to be your enemy. Why don't you pretend you didn't see it?"

"Hmph! You have evil intentions!" the old man cursed.

"Oh, Master, you have to be careful with your words. If this little fellow at this level loses his life due to a trembling hand, who can you turn to for help?" the noble young man teased.

"Big Demon Lord,...Second Demon Lord! You are the truly insidious ones!" The old master pointed at the two men with anxious expressions that did not seem to be pretended. Even the old master could hardly withstand the two Demon Lords, and seemed to be trapped in a dead end.

Suddenly, another voice rang out in the world: "Chun Qingtong, I've long heard of your great name. After so many battles, you finally fell into my hands! Sending out two demon lords to capture you is truly a great honor!"

There was joy, resentment, and anger in his words, a mixture of emotions.

"But, in the end, in the end, in the end, you still fell into my hands. God really opened his eyes! Hahahaha."

A boy looked at Changqing, whose face was covered in blood, and became more and more excited as he spoke, almost going crazy.

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The third person? The old man was stunned, looking at the boy who suddenly appeared at the Great Power level, a little puzzled. Could it be...

A child with two sky-high buns appeared in front of him at some point. He lifted up her long green hair and looked carefully at her listless, blood-stained face. Her extremely tender little face was distorted beyond recognition.

"It turns out that under the cloak of conspiracy, you are just an ordinary cultivator, so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary. Only this face is acceptable, hehe~" Pulling Changqing's hair and lifting Changqing's drooping head, the boy was a little disappointed.

"However, what I'm more curious about is whether Chun Qingtong and Chun Niuma are the same person?"

The boy's small fingers suddenly grabbed Changqing's cheek, and with a slight force on his palm, a flash of blood appeared. A piece of flesh was torn off from his face, the bone was visible, and the blood kept flowing.

"It's actually true. Could it be that Chun Niuma and Chun Qingtong are really two different people?" He took a close look at the flesh and blood in his hand. There was no sign of disguise. He felt the blood spurt and threw the piece of flesh and blood away in disgust.

"How dare you, you villain!" The old man in the distant sky was really anxious. He waved his jade pen and wrote the word "behead", but it was crushed to pieces by the Qingtong chariot driven by the great demon lord who was standing in the middle.

The boy also turned around, his eyes curved with a smile: "Old Master, are you concerned about this person? It's rare. Old Master has always taken the people of the world as his responsibility. Why would you be so afraid of an ordinary cultivator?"

"All people in the world are made up of individual lives. Aren't you afraid of retribution for acting like this?" The angry shout resounded throughout the sky.

"Is that so? That's such a pity! As for retribution, I also want to see it..."

The boy turned around, and his blood-stained palm pierced through Changqing's Qi Sea like a sharp sword. Suddenly, endless spiritual power rushed out. That was the backup plan that Ji Juedai had left for Changqing. At this moment, all of it was gouged out from the broken hole, and the Qi Palace that Ji Juedai had worked so hard to condense was destroyed in an instant.

Changqing's spiritual power hidden in his qi sea suddenly shrank, and the old man's bamboo slips also reacted instantly, turning into countless golden lights, wrapping Changqing's spiritual power, dispersing it into countless parts, hiding it in the acupoints, and narrowly avoiding the boy's detection.

Everything happened so suddenly that even the old man had not expected that the little kid could be so ferocious.

The ball of light, containing the ultimate full-strength attack, slowly floated up. The boy was somewhat surprised and turned to look at the old master again: "It seems that the venerables really care about this child. No wonder the master acted like this. It turns out that he had other feelings for me. I was not paying attention at the moment. I hope the master will forgive me!"

At this moment, the old man was really worried. He just felt that something was wrong for a moment. If the back-up plan was discovered, then this plan...

In the midst of his haste, he suddenly saw Chang Qing smile slightly and spit a mouthful of bloody foam on the boy's forehead: "You are just a scumbag. You think you can make the peerless man beg for mercy with such a small trick? You are not worthy. Kill me, your grandfather, and see if he will turn into a ghost and bite you to death!"

Hearing Changqing's words, the old man felt relieved. Changqing was sending a signal that the plan would remain the same.

A clear slap was heard, and a small slap mark quickly appeared on Changqing's face, but the force was quite strong.

Changqing's eyes sparkled, his head was buzzing, and his neck felt like it was about to break.