"Chu Qingxiao! How dare you!"
Xiang An also realized at this time that Chu Qingxiao was not interested in drinking.
His face was horrified, and he turned around quickly, trying to stop Chu Qingxiao's actions.
But Chu Qingxiao had already expected it. He stretched out his other hand to make the shape of a sword, and Loulan Sword Intent, which is known for its sharpness, surged out from his fingertips and headed towards Xiang An.
Xiang An's figure paused, and he had to activate the divine turbid water in his body to form a barrier in front of him to resist the sword intent.
Although Chu Xinghe has made rapid progress in his cultivation recently, his actual combat power is already comparable to that of the masters of the Sixth Realm. He can even compete with the masters of the Seventh Realm while holding the prairie fire sword. However, compared to today, Xiang An's combat power is not worth mentioning.
The Loulan Sword Intention he inspired was completely dissolved when it touched the divine turbid water even slightly.
But this made Xiang An's turning speed slightly slower.
And just this breath of time is enough for Chu Qingxiao.
The moment Xiang An activated the divine water, he stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the sword engraved with the ghost face on Xiang An's back.
Xiang An's face suddenly changed. He opened his mouth to say something, but before the words came out, Chu Qingxiao's hand holding the sword suddenly exerted force. With a strong pull, he forcibly pulled the sword from Xiang An's back. Taken it off.
At the same time, he tapped his toes on the ground and stretched his body backwards. He immediately distanced himself from Xiang An, causing Xiang An who was trying to pursue him to lose his target.
"Chu Qingxiao! Give it back to me!"
"That's my Ganquan Peak's ancestral sword! Inside it sleeps the ancient Ganquan Peak heroic spirits!"
"If you seize my ancestral sword and disturb the heroic spirit in the sword, you are becoming my enemy. Return it to me as soon as possible while I am still thinking about my old relationship!"
Xiang An shouted loudly, the look in his eyes was almost crazy.
"Heroic spirit? I think it's an evil spirit that's entrenched in it and can't see the light of day!" Chu Qingxiao didn't take it seriously. He glanced at Xiang An coldly, then lowered his head, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and took a deep breath. It is time to draw out this divine spring sword.
From Xiang An's description and the experience reported by Lu Qi that day, it was not difficult for Chu Qingxiao to guess that everything that happened at Ganquan Peak was caused by the Divine Spring Sword.
He believed that he would not be a match for Xiang An, who was possessed by the power of desolation. He could only follow the principle of catching the thief first and start with the Shenquan Sword. If he could seal the evil spirit in the sword, he might be able to free himself. He and Lu Sandao turned the corner.
With this thought in mind, Chu Qingxiao no longer hesitated, and the hand holding the sword hilt was about to exert force.
When Xiang An saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to stop Chu Qingxiao.
But Lu Sandao behind him had already understood his intention. He saw Lu Sandao tapping his toes on the ground, trailing the afterimage of his body and rushing towards Xiang An's back at an alarming speed.
Xiang An noticed this and frowned, with a irritable look on his face.
His fists were clenched, and the turbid water surged out from under his clothes again, swirling and gathering, turning into two water dragons to face Lu Sandao.
But perhaps because of the loss of the Divine Spring Sword, the divine turbid water inspired by Xiang An this time was obviously not as powerful as before.
The two swords in Lu Sandao's hands glowed with snow-white cold light, cutting off the two black dragons. At the same time, he continued to move forward, attacking Xiang An.
Xiang An had to stop, turned around and summoned more divine turbid water again, and fought with Lu Sandao.
Chu Qingxiao knew that although Xiang An's combat power was weakened at the moment, Lu Sandao was determined not to be able to hold him back for too long due to the strange and terrifying properties of the divine turbid water.
He exerted force on his arm and tried to pull out the sword blade.
But the Shenquan Sword seemed to be embedded in the scabbard. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it even a little.
On the other side, Xiang An also seemed to realize that he would not be able to get away to deal with Chu Qingxiao without dealing with Lu Sandao, so he simply turned around and started fighting Lu Sandao with all his strength.
After all, he has such terrifying means as the Divine Water.
Even though Lu Sandao's cultivation was extraordinary, it was still difficult for him to cope with it. For a while, he was retreating steadily under Xiang An's offensive.
"Xiao Qingxiao!"
"If you don't think of a solution anymore, sister, I won't be able to hold on anymore!"
Lu Sandao crossed his two swords in front of his chest to resist a dragon snake that was transformed into turbid water.
Although she defused the attack, her face suddenly turned pale and she took a few steps back.
Before she could catch her breath, several black dragons transformed from divine turbid water appeared again behind Xiang An in front of her.
Facing such a turbulent offensive, Lu Sandao also knew that he could not hold on for much longer, so he could only turn his head and yell at Chu Qingxiao.
After hearing this, Chu Qingxiao did not look at Lu Sandao.
It's not that he doesn't care about Lu Sandao's situation, it's just that he understands that instead of spending time focusing on things he can't change, what he should do is to use all means to pull out the sword in his hand.
Thinking of this, his heart sank.
Once again, he mobilized all his strength, and even inspired a little bit of Zhuyin's divine blood to be wrapped in that power.
This is not because Chu Qingxiao sought medical treatment in a hurry.
He already knew that the divine spring sword in his hand was inextricably linked to the desolate power in Xiang An's body.
The aura of the ancient gods is undoubtedly the most restrained in these things related to the gods.
Whether he was dealing with Desolation in Luershan or helping Lu Qi solve the hidden dangers in his body, this was well confirmed.
And with the influx of the ancient god's aura, the sword that had been motionless before showed signs of loosening.
Chu Qingxiao was overjoyed when he felt this, and once again aroused some of the ancient god's aura in his body, wanting to pull out the divine spring sword in one go.
Zheng!
Accompanied by a soft sound.
The Shenquan Sword was pulled out an inch by Chu Qingxiao.
Chu Qingxiao looked down, wanting to see what was happening in the Shenquan Sword.
But at that time, streams of black pus gushed out from the gap where the scabbard and sword body were separated.
The pus seemed to be alive, and it began to spread at that time. In just a blink of an eye, it covered Chu Qingxiao's palm, and then continued to surge along his arm.
Chu Xinghe's body trembled at that moment, and he wanted to let go of his hands and break away from the erosion of the turbid water.
But at this moment, the Shenquan Sword that had just been unable to be pulled out seemed to be stuck to Chu Qingxiao's hand. Even if Chu Qingxiao tried his best, he could not throw it away.
He could only watch as the divine turbid water pouring out of the scabbard continued to spread, from his palm to his arm, and then spread from his arm to his shoulder.
As the turbid water spread, Chu Qingxiao felt a powerful will pour into his mind.
"Submit to me!"
"I'll give you everything you want!"
Along with it, a deep voice sounded in Chu Qingxiao's mind.
The voice kept echoing, like a powerful bewitching force, and Chu Qingxiao's mind almost lost control. Fortunately, he realized something was wrong in time, and when he touched the tip of his tongue, relying on the severe pain, he briefly regained his clarity.
But this is only a temporary solution that treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.
The divine turbid water that gushes out from the Divine Spring Sword is still spreading. It has already crossed Chu Qingxiao's shoulders, reached its neck, and continues to spread, almost touching his chin.
And as the divine turbid water spread, the will that poured into Chu Qingxiao's body became stronger and stronger. It constantly impacted Chu Qingxiao's mind, trying to make Chu Qingxiao succumb to the constant sound.
"snort!"
"I warned you not to touch the ancestral sword of Ganquan Peak."
"This kind of divine thing is for the virtuous to live in."
"If you are not worthy of him, you will naturally be attacked by him." At this moment, Xiang An summoned a black dragon, knocked back Lu Sandao several feet, and directly hit the door of the main hall. At the same time, the dragon's body The form melted away and turned into a pool of mucus, firmly fixing Lu Sandao's body in place.
Although Lu Sandao struggled desperately, he could not break free in a short time.
After solving the problem of Lu Sandao, Xiang An finally had time to focus on Chu Qingxiao.
Seeing Chu Qingxiao's appearance, a smile appeared on his lips and he said with a bit of pride.
At this moment, Chu Qingxiao obviously had no intention of accepting Xiang An's ridicule. His back arched, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the turbid water spreading from the Shenquan Sword had already reached his cheeks.
It seemed that it would soon completely envelop his figure.
"That's fine! Since you, Qingxiao, are so ignorant, let the heroic spirit in the ancestral sword influence you."
"When the time comes, you will understand that everything I did was right." Xiang An said with a crazy look in his eyes as he watched this scene.
Chu Qingxiao would naturally not be stupid enough to believe in the existence of so-called heroic spirits.
He probably understood that once swallowed by this divine turbid water, his body would become a doll to please Xiang An just like Zhou Sheng's group of people, and his will would become the nourishment for the evil spirit in this divine spring sword.
But he tried hard to keep his mind, but the will that poured into his mind became stronger and stronger every breath. With each passing breath, Chu Qingxiao's defeat seemed to have become a certainty.
"Chu Qingxiao, you are responsible for all this!" Xiang An had already walked up to Chu Qingxiao at this moment. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Chu Qingxiao and said.
Chu Qingxiao raised his head and glanced at him with difficulty, but his almost collapsed mind made it difficult for him to say another word.
And the turbid water has now spread over Chu Qingxiao's cheeks and reached his eyes. It seems that as long as he has ten more breaths, he will completely swallow Chu Qingxiao.
Even Chu Qingxiao himself secretly felt that he was probably in danger.
But at the moment when he was about to lose his mind, the third bronze pillar in his spiritual palace suddenly trembled, and immediately a terrible will surged out of his body, and the divine turbid water filled his body. Under that terrifying will, it began to fade away like a tide.
At the same time, a pair of purple eyes opened behind him.
A cold and angry voice suddenly sounded.
"I am the god of dusk moon and black light."
"What kind of ghost dares to invade my lord!?"
