Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1989 A Sword Slaying the Heart

Chapter 1990
On the battle platform, the colossal demonic figure, towering thousands of feet tall and blotting out the sky, had countless green branches growing from its charred body. In just a few breaths, the entire demonic figure collapsed with a roar, turning into a sky full of black sand, which vanished without a trace when blown away by the wind.

There was a deathly silence below the stage, which then erupted into a deafening roar, like thunder rolling across the sea of ​​clouds, sweeping across the entire mountain peak.

"Dao Kui won?!" A young cultivator gaped, "This...this is unbelievable!"

"It can't really be considered a final victory, can it? We only destroyed the opponent's Dharma form..." The middle-aged cultivator next to him stroked his beard, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a chorus of exclamations from the surrounding crowd.

"That's all?!" Someone's eyes widened, and their voice suddenly rose: "The Xuan Yin Dharma Form was over a thousand feet tall! It was actually strangled by a tree, and you call that all?"

“Why not?” An old man clapped his hands and sighed, his eyes full of emotion: “This is the power of life! Look at the green pines on the cliff, which can grow by splitting rocks; the grass seeds under the frozen soil, which can push through a thousand pounds of soil and break through! Life is endless, seemingly the softest, but in fact indestructible.”

The thousands of cultivators below the stage were utterly shocked by this earth-shattering reversal, and discussions rose and fell.

But on the battle stage, the real killing game has only just begun.

The collapsed demonic form vanished completely, and Xuan Yin staggered out from the dissipating demonic energy.

Blackish-red blood clung to the corner of his mouth, his face was ashen, and even his breathing was agonizingly painful.

With his natal Dharma form broken, his foundation of cultivation has been severely damaged.

Xuan Yin stared intently ahead, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How could he lose? To lose so thoroughly in the battle of Dharma forms, and in front of everyone, to a junior who had cultivated for thousands of years less than him!

Above their heads was Liu Qinghuan's Dharma image—a towering tree that covered the entire battle platform.

The vigorous branches droop like a canopy, and every lush green leaf shimmers with a lustrous light, filling the surrounding air with the refreshing vitality of plants.

Liu Qinghuan remained standing quietly atop the giant tree, surrounded by mountains and rivers, holding the Creation Universe Bottle in his hands, like a deity who held the reins of life and death.

On one side, life is vibrant and full of life, like the morning sun in spring;

On one side, the demonic energy was in decline, like a flickering lamp at the end of its journey.

The contrast between the two only served to highlight Xuan Yin's ashen appearance, making him look as pathetic as a stray dog.

Extreme resentment, hatred, and humiliation gnawed at his internal organs like venomous snakes. Xuan Yin's fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.

He gritted his teeth, but finally lowered his head heavily, his voice hoarse as if it had been ground against gravel:

"I lost."

Liu Qinghuan lowered her eyes to look at him, scrutinized him for a moment, and then gently waved her hand.

The colossal tree image behind him, which had been blocking out the sky, gradually faded away, turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating into the air.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and just as he raised his hand to say "Thank you for your kind offer," his gaze suddenly froze.

Although Xuan Yin kept her head bowed deeply, her neck bent in a submissive posture, a very faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth through her drooping hair.

Liu Qinghuan was all too familiar with that arc.

Just like countless times before, when he was unwilling to kill them all and decided to leave them a way out, those insidious people took advantage of his momentary relaxation and preparation to back down, and began to plot a counterattack.

They are equally cunning, equally ruthless, and equally reckless.

Another feigned surrender!

Sure enough, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Xuan Yin's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and in the next instant, he crossed the entire battle platform and appeared directly above Liu Qinghuan's head.

He had somehow found himself holding a tattered banner in his hand. The banner suddenly trembled, and three streaks of blood-red light shot out into the air!

Where the blood flashed, even the space itself was ripped open with three pitch-black cracks, carrying a foul, corrosive stench, aimed directly at Liu Qinghuan's three vital points: his brow, his heart, and his dantian. Every move was a killing blow!
Liu Qinghuan felt no surprise whatsoever, only a sense of indifference as if she had just expected it.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure moving like a streak of light as he met the crimson light head-on. In the blink of an eye, he narrowly escaped through the gaps between the three crimson lights and instantly appeared before Xuan Yin. The two were only an arm's length apart, and Xuan Yin could even see the faint mockery in Liu Qinghuan's eyes.

Liu Qinghuan looked at him and suddenly smiled slightly.

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, Xuan Yin froze completely.

He looked down and saw a long sword, its cold light gleaming, piercing right through his heart. The blade, with a star-like cold glint, had already passed right through him.

The sword tip pierced through his back, and blackish-red demonic blood dripped down.

"you……"

Xuan Yin's eyes were filled with astonishment and resentment. Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Qinghuan.

"Perfect timing." Liu Qinghuan moved even closer, then with a flick of his wrist, thrust the Wei Su sword forward another half inch, the blade shattering his heart meridian.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. Since you refuse to admit defeat sincerely, then die."

"Hahaha! Hahahaha..."

Xuan Yin suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh, black blood gushing from his mouth and red light almost overflowing from his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, completely disregarding the sword piercing his heart, he gathered all the magic power in his body in his right palm and, with earth-shattering force, slammed it down on Liu Qinghuan's crown!
"You think you can kill me with a single sword through the heart? How naive!"

Xuan Yin's voice was hoarse like a vengeful ghost: "I, Xuan Yin, have roamed the cultivation world for thousands of years and survived three ascension tribulations. How could you possibly kill me!"

Today I will tear you to pieces, refine you into a Blood Rejuvenation Pill, and devour your very life essence. Then I will surely break free of my shackles and ascend to the upper realm!

"boom!"

With a heavy palm strike, the Heaven and Earth Mirror trembled violently, causing the heavens to collapse, the earth to crack, and mountains and rivers to shatter.

An immense force swept through the treasure mirror, instantly shattering the ground beneath Liu Qinghuan's feet into dust. He staggered back seven steps, each step leaving a half-foot-deep footprint in the ground before he could finally regain his footing.

He pressed the tip of his Wei Su sword against the ground, and the demonic blood on the sword slid down the blade, gathering into a small pool of blood at his feet.

On the other side, Xuan Yin, who had been pierced through the heart by a sword, not only did not die, but went completely mad. He stomped the long banner in his hand on the ground, and the entire tattered banner swelled up in the wind!

The banner looked tattered and broken. Of the original five banner ends, only three remained, and they were all tattered and torn. The banner surface was also covered with charred cracks.

But as soon as it was unfurled, it instantly blotted out the sky, the tattered banner fluttering loudly, and billowing black mist surged out of the banner like a tsunami, accompanied by countless mournful ghostly cries.

Streaks of blood-red light roared from the black mist, bombarding Liu Qinghuan like a torrential rain. Each streak of blood-red light carved deep trenches into the hard battle platform.

Even more foul-smelling blood gushed from the ravines, flowing everywhere. In no time, the entire battle platform was transformed into a blood-soaked hell filled with resentment.

Liu Qinghuan frowned slightly, the first thing she noticed was the spatial laws of this place.

The change in the laws has a fundamental impact. The battle arena space, which was originally connected to the outside world, is now being forcibly distorted and submerged by another force of laws.

He was slightly startled: another primordial treasure. Just how many primordial treasures did Xuan Yin possess?

That banner appears to be some kind of magical artifact that confines space. Xuan Yin wants to turn the battle arena into an independent domain that he can control.
In a flash, Liu Qinghuan no longer hesitated. Her figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the thinnest gap in the black mist.

The Heaven and Earth Treasure Mirror protected him, while countless crimson rays struck the mirror, producing crisp clanging sounds and causing the spiritual light on the mirror to surge.

Just before the banners completely closed in and the space was completely sealed off, Liu Qinghuan finally broke through the gap in the black mist.

But as soon as he regained his footing, he found himself in another completely unfamiliar and strange space.

Ok, good, good!
Xuan Yin never intended to seal off all the gaps. That weakest exit was a trap deliberately left to force him into it!