Legend of Swordsman

4816 Xi Qingchi

It was as if something that had been sleeping for ages had awakened.

As the canopy that covered the sky shattered, a lustrous dark sky was revealed.

At the same time, the wailing of a bugle horn resounded in the wilderness.

“Sir, let’s go. This Demon Lord is devouring a cultivator’s mind. His intelligence is the most powerful. If we are not careful, we will become his slave.”

In the hazy gray darkness, a lady in a red silk dress urged them, “I know the way. Please leave with me, My Lords.”

Jian Wushuang stood still and looked at the sky.

The aura was quite special and thick, surrounding the three of them and blocking all their escape routes.

Then, two huge eyes as bright as the moon appeared. They were so clean and clear that they could reflect all things.

A moment later, the two giant eyeballs suddenly produced hundreds of millions of pitch-black threads, and at the end of the threads, they finally condensed into an extremely strange shadow.

That shadow was extremely hazy, as if it was formed from a mixture of various unknown substances, looking extremely strange.

It had two huge and clear eyes, which looked like two round wings.

Such a so-called Demon Lord was only in the Yan Immortal realm, so Jian Wushuang was naturally not afraid.

“You’re just pretending to be mysterious. Are you afraid of showing your face?” Jian Wushuang was already in a bad mood, so he released Yan power and struck out with his palm.

A full-power attack belonging to a peak Yan immortal was unleashed without holding back, smashing towards the strange shadow in the air.

“Lowly slaves, all of you must submit to me!” The shadow spoke the truth. In the face of Di Qing’s attack, it obviously did not bother to dodge.

In the next moment, a shocking scene appeared. The shadow with an overbearing aura was slapped down from the sky by Jian Wushuang’s palm and smashed into the ground, stirring up dust.

The lady was shocked. She covered her mouth with one hand and looked at the scene in disbelief.

The Nightmare Demon Lord that had made more than half of the Qingzhou submit and tremble had been slapped into the ground by this young man who was extremely handsome?

That was a Demon Lord in the Yan immortal stage!

However, Jian Wushuang did not think that way. The so-called Nightmare Demon Lord, other than using some kind of bewitching method to erode the state of mind of ordinary top cultivators, his real body was even worse than an ordinary Yan Immortal.

What was even more unfortunate was that Jian Wushuang’s divine soul had already reached perfection when his Divine Power Universe reached Ancestor realm. It was far beyond Nightmare Demon Lord’s level.

Even if he stood still and let the demon eat away at his Heart Realm, he would only return empty-handed.

Naturally, Jian Wushuang did not bother to use any other tricks and directly destroyed it with one palm.

The extremely dense black gas in the sky instantly dissipated, and the two huge moon-like eye wheels were blinded by Di Qing.

“Lowly servant, how dare you, how dare you…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jian Wushuang slapped Nightmare Demon Lord again and sent him into the ground.

“You’re noisy,” Jian Wushuang frowned. It was just a Nightmare that was born from greed. It was not worthy of his time.

Since they knew that this was not the Upper Desolate Heavenly Region, he and Di Qing did noto plan on staying any longer. They turned around and prepared to leave.

“My Lords, please wait!” A cry rang out. It was the girl wearing the dress who was trying ask them to stay.

When she saw him turn around, her cheeks became even redder. She reached out to tie her hair and bowed stiffly. “My name is Xi Qingchi. Thank you for saving my life. I can’t repay you, I hope…”

Jian Wushuang did not want to wait for her to finish. He waved his hand and planned to leave.

“Hey, can you listen to me… I’ll finish my words,” The girl called Xi Qingchi said in a sweet voice.

“I know about the Upper Desolate Heavenly Region that you guys are talking about.”

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked at her again. He said with uncertainty, “Do you really know?”

Xi Qingchi raised her eyebrows proudly. “Of course! My father is the Sect Master of the number one sect in Qingzhou. He has countless resources. I traveled to various Heavenly Regions with my father back then!”

He pondered for a moment and then said, “In that case, can you tell me the approximate location of Upper Desolate?”

“Is it important for you to go to Upper Desolate?”

“I guess so.”

“That’s good. Since you saved me… For the sake of this little girl’s life, I’ve decided to take you there personally.”

“… There’s no need for that, the journey is dangerous.”

“No, I have to bring you there. That place is extremely desolate and hidden. Even if I tell you the general location, you won’t be able to find it.”

“…”

Jian Wushuang and Di Qing looked at each other and could not make up their minds.

Right at this moment, the illusory shadow that was almost shattered by the two slaps crawled out from the ground and prepared to escape.

Xi Qingchi saw this clearly and hurriedly said, “My Lord, you can’t let him escape. He’s a great danger!”

Jian Wushuang nodded and with a wave of his hand, he took the demon into his hands and squeezed it into the size of a pellet with Yan power.

Xi Qingchi was once again shocked by this method. The Demon Lord, who was on par with her father, was actually being toyed with by this man.

“Let go of me, you lowly servants! You will regret this!” The Demon Lord, who had been compressed into the size of a pellet, was furious. He seemed to know no fear and kept shouting.

Just as Jian Wushuang was about to put it out, Xi Qingchi suddenly stretched out two hands and caught his palm. Her eyebrows curved into crescents, “Master, can you give this to me? I plan to feed it to my Dream-Eating Tapir.”

Jian Wushuang pulled back his hand and threw the Demon Lord to her.

“Thank you, My Lord,” Xi Qingchi said happily. Then, she untied the red ribbon on her hair and tied up the Demon Lorod, who was the size of a pellet.

“Are you going to take us to the Upper Desolate?” Di Qing interjected and asked.

Xi Qingchi nodded repeatedly. “Of course. You won’t be able to reach the Upper Desolate without my guidance.”

“Shall we leave now?” Jian Wushuang said.

“There’s no rush. You guys follow me back to the sect first. I plan to bring some things with me before we set off,” Xi Qingchi said. Then, she changed her previous attitude of a little girl and began to run in the forest with large strides. “You guys, quickly follow me.”

“How troublesome. I’ll catch those damn things sooner or later and skin them alive.” Di Qing said angrily.

Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly, then followed Xi Qingchi with Di Qing.

As the mysterious mountains and rivers were left behind, the number of cultivators gathered on the surrounding land also began to increase.