Chapter 464

Chu Tianqun closed his eyes bitterly.

"It's over..."

But the eternity he imagined seemed to arrive a bit slowly. After a few breaths, Xu Qing's hoarse voice came to Chu Tianqun's ears.

"Do you hate Prince Prince Ziqing and Ye Jiu?" Xu Qing looked at Chu Tianqun and withdrew his foot that was about to step down.

Chu Tianqun seemed not to have heard, still closing his eyes.

"Since you are going to die and didn't kill me, do you want to see me go and find them?"

Xu Qing transmitted his words indifferently.

"This way, whether they die or I die, it is revenge for you."

Chu Tianqun opened his eyes slowly and looked at Xu Qing. At this moment, his life had reached its end. Even if Xu Qing didn't step down, he wouldn't survive long, and the fire of life had already begun to extinguish.

"So, can you tell me where Prince Ziqing and Ye Jiu are?" Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the void in the distance, speaking calmly.

Chu Tianqun was silent and didn't speak. The light in his eyes dimmed slowly, his head withered more and more, and began to dissipate piece by piece.

After a few breaths, Xu Qing shook his head. Since the other party wouldn't say, asking more was useless. He was about to kill him completely, but just at this moment, Chu Tianqun suddenly transmitted his words softly.

"Xu Qing, do you know how to change the color of the sea?"

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Chu Tianqun.

Chu Tianqun looked at Xu Qing. Most of his face had already dissipated at this moment, and his voice was becoming lighter.

"When you understand how to do it, you will know the answer."

After Chu finished, he closed his eyes. His head turned into flying ash on a large scale, dissipated in front of Xu Qing, and perished completely.

His body, his soul, and everything about him merged into the flying ash at this moment, dissipated within the fragments of this great world, and no longer existed.

At the same time, this world also twisted along with it, gradually blurred, until the world disappeared after three breaths. As if the stars had shifted, a desert appeared around Xu Qing, heat appeared, and the familiar breath of heaven and earth appeared.

Eastern Wanggu Continent.

Chu Tianqun used one hundred drops of his own divine blood to trade with the Yanmiao Clan for a chance to open the fragments of their clan's great world. The method of leaving was very simple: either Xu Qing died, or he died.

When only one person remained, they could leave.

Xu Qing lowered his head, looking at the sand under his feet. After a long time, he turned and looked into the distance toward the direction of the Yanmiao Clan. At the end of his gaze, smoke was swirling at this moment, vaguely forming a blurred figure of the Yanmiao Clan.

He stood between heaven and earth, gazing at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was expressionless, looking back at him coldly.

After a long while, the figure of the Yanmiao Clan didn't say a word and soon dissipated.

Xu Qing turned around, his expression not changing in the slightest. He stepped forward and walked toward the border. Compared to before, his speed did not decrease in the slightest. An hour later, he finally walked out of this desert and stepped into the territory of the capital.

After seeing the green mountains and clear waters, Xu Qing could no longer suppress it. His body's essence, energy, and spirit withered, and he spat out three mouthfuls of blood in succession. Staggering, he quickly took out his Dharma ship, barely stepped onto it, and fell to the side, his face pale, using the Dharma ship to roar and gallop forward.

Far away from the desert.

When he saw the Yanmiao Clan cultivator before, Xu Qing was entirely relying on his firm will, not revealing the slightest fluctuation, and forcibly persisting.

His injury was actually extremely severe. Whether it was his soul or his physical body, this battle with Chu Tianqun consumed a great deal, especially the three waves of the terrifying white jade hand at Chu Tianqun's brow at the end, which carried the intent of absolute killing.

The life-substituting jade slip had already collapsed. If it weren't for the golden light on his wrist at the end, he would have already fallen.

"Must hurry back to the capital!"

Xu Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the weakness emanating from his body from the inside out. Recalling the battle with Chu Tianqun, waves of palpitations rose in his heart.

"The golden light on my wrist, what exactly is it!" After a long while, Xu Qing supported his spirit to avoid fainting, lowered his head and looked at his wrist, his eyes somewhat dazed.

The golden thread on his wrist had helped him more than once. Every time, it was during a life-and-death crisis. If it were a favor, then this favor was too great, too great.

After a long time, Xu Qing buried his doubts. He prepared that this time when he returned to the capital, he must investigate what the golden light on his wrist was.

"And this Yanmiao Clan..." Xu Qing turned his head and looked toward the direction of the desert, a haze rising in his heart.

This matter was somewhat illogical.

"The Yanmiao Clan is in Feng Hai County, giving Chu Tianqun help and providing a battlefield to kill Sword-Holders. This matter is not impossible to do, but it will inevitably take a certain risk..."

"Is it worth it?"

Xu Qing murmured in his heart. The injury in his body surged again, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. As the feeling of weakness emerged more strongly, he closed his eyes and began to heal.

Two hours later, he arrived at a teleportation array in a city. Xu Qing barely opened his eyes, his face still without color. Forcibly supporting his body, he walked off the Dharma ship. After putting it away, he walked into the teleportation array.

Following the appearance of the teleportation fluctuation, amidst the shining light, Xu Qing's figure disappeared.

At the same time, within the territory of the capital of Feng Hai County, in a continuous primitive mountain forest, in those endless deep green mountains, there was a huge basin.

Looking from the sky, one could find that there were countless trees in the basin, connected to each other by suspension bridges woven from vines.

Countless wooden houses were built on these trees, forming a huge village.

Groups of palm-sized little people, whose bodies were like crystal, were shuttling inside, as if they were playing with each other.

Their bodies emitted brilliant light under the sunlight, and because they were constantly flying, they gave people a feeling of flowing light, which was quite beautiful.

While transmitting laughter, one could vaguely see that many huge trees would have faces emerging. Waves of gentle breath emanated from them, permeated this place, and formed a thin mist.

Some of these faces were sleeping, and some opened their eyes, looking gently at those little people.

And whenever a big tree face opened its eyes, it would attract the arrival of many crystal little people, who would jump happily beside the trees, most of them carrying a look of admiration in their expressions.

This place was where the Wood Xiang Linger Clan of Feng Hai County was located.

The Wood Xiang Linger Clan was a very special race.

The clansmen were divided into two forms. In their youth, their bodies were only palm-sized, crystal clear all over, and beautiful. At the same time, the Wood Xiang Linger Clan in this state was also a kind of precious medicinal material.

And after adulthood, they would choose a big tree, merge into it, become one, and turn into tree people.

Although the entire Wood Xiang Linger Clan was mostly gentle in character, because the juvenile state had considerable medicinal value to many tribes, the Wood Xiang Linger Clan mostly did not have too much contact with the outside world. This was their way of protecting their young.

In the center of this Wood Xiang Linger Clan village, there was a towering giant tree. Although it could not compare with the True Immortal Ten-Intestine, the size of its canopy also covered a full thousand-zhang range, guarding this place.

Looking carefully, one could see that there was actually a temple existing inside this tree.

To be precise, this big tree grew on the temple, covering it inside and becoming a part of its body.

A statue was enshrined in the temple.

The appearance of the statue was a beautiful woman wearing battle armor, surrounded by dragons and snakes. She held a long spear in her hand, and her whole body emitted waves of strong fighting intent.

Behind the statue was a secret passage of stairs. Following the stairs down, one could walk into the underground.

At the end of these stairs, in the deepest part of this underground, there was an ancient altar.

This altar was octagonal, pitch black all over, and located above an abyss cave. Around it, there was only this road connected by stairs. Looking from afar, it looked like it was suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, on this altar, the old man Ban Ban Quanlu stood on the edge, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had just cried. His expression carried unprecedented anxiety, and his body trembled.

"Linger!"

"Linger, wake up!"

"Don't scare me, wake up..."

The direction his gaze was looking at was not the altar beside him, but the cliff wall on the edge of the abyss thousands of zhang away.

On that cliff wall, one could vaguely see countless concave stone caves existing. In the countless stone caves, there were many skeletons sitting cross-legged, carrying traces of the passage of time, not knowing how many years they had been dead.

In one of the stone caves, Linger, wearing a white long dress, was sitting cross-legged.

Her face was pale, with blood at the corners of her mouth, and there were shocking bloodstains on her white dress as well.

Many, many.

She closed her eyes and didn't move.

"Linger!!" On the edge of the altar in the distance, the old man Ban Ban Quanlu's voice trembled more and more. Amidst the constant echoing, Linger's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened them.

It seemed that even the strength to open her eyes was very strenuous for her. At this moment, barely looking at her father in the distance, it took her a long while to accumulate a smile from this weakness.

"Father, I'm fine..."

The old man Ban Ban Quanlu's heart trembled. He looked at Linger, his eyes revealing deep sadness.

"It must be Xu Qing!!"

He brought Linger here to accept the inheritance. This was also an experience that Linger's clan had to endure at this time. If she succeeded, it would be a creation to continue her life, and if she failed, it would be the outbreak of the curse and death.

And the time for this inheritance needed a long time, so he was extremely careful and extremely caring. Everything was originally fine, until yesterday... Linger suddenly spat out blood and instantly appeared with a fatal injury.

"Father... don't talk nonsense, it has nothing to do with... Brother Xu Qing..."

"It's me who is useless..."

Hearing her father speak like this, Linger seemed a bit anxious, raised her head, and transmitted her words with difficulty.

"Yes, yes, yes, it has nothing to do with Xu Qing, nothing to do with it. Father knows, Linger, it's Father who blamed Brother Xu Qing wrongly. Don't be nervous, heal slowly, it's fine, it's fine. When your inheritance ends, Father will take you to find Brother Xu Qing."

The old man Ban Ban Quanlu spoke hurriedly, his voice trembling more and more.

Hearing her father's words, Linger's pale little face revealed a happy smile.

"Really, Father..."

"Really, really, Father swears, this is true!" The old man Ban Ban Quanlu nodded vigorously.

Linger's smile was even happier, and she spoke softly.

"Father, don't worry, I will work hard... I will work hard... My inheritance will definitely succeed."