strictlysupreme Chapter 662 Who is the survivor tonight?
Chapter 662 Who is the survivor tonight?
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Tianmen Island.
An insignificant island in the midst of the endless ocean.
It is also the first gate on the outermost edge of the Dust Sea.
The sun sets in the west.
The entire island was shrouded in the crimson afterglow, and the sunset dyed the sea orange.
The icy cold sea breeze blew in my face, carrying with it the thick, insoluble smell of blood...
The whole world went silent.
The towering cliffs on the north side of Tianmen Island, the dry forests deep in the island valley, the barren beach that extends into the sea...all seem like a painting immersed in eternal time.
Dim, lonely, and quiet with an indescribable sense of separation.
Zhao Qing and his three companions strolled casually among the towns and markets of Tianmen Island.
After the bloodbath, all that was left in the alley were broken limbs and corpses, and traces of collapsed palaces and pavilions.
——This is his territory.
The creatures on the island can be taken and taken at will.
Zhao Qing ignored the bloodstains everywhere, and his eyes showed a hint of novelty and satisfaction.
...The first day of becoming a local emperor felt pretty good.
However, this workshop was too quiet, not lively at all, and there were no monks to be seen.
"Too many people have escaped. There are only about twenty or so Foundation Establishment cultivators left on the island."
"Call them over to meet us?"
Qin Chuxin and Fang Ying walked side by side, following behind Zhao Qingqinghuan. They casually swept their spiritual sense over them and whispered softly.
When they took action earlier, many cultivators from Tianmen Island had already fled.
Then there was another bloody fight, some died and some ran away, and only 30% of the people were left.
This is what it is like to be outside the country.
Those who run away will basically never come back.
The rest are obviously waiting for more opportunities and resources.
Zhao Qing chuckled and shook his head, then took Qing Huan to the top of a tall stone pavilion. "No need to meet, there's no need."
According to the rules here.
Every foundation-building cultivator who stays on the island to practice cultivation needs to pay sufficient resources, and the island owner will provide them with protection.
Of course, this protection is very ambiguous.
Simply put, it is protection money.
Whether the boss will protect you or not depends entirely on his mood.
But if you don’t pay the protection fee, the boss will definitely be in a bad mood.
Even at this moment, Fang Ying still found it incredible. She narrowed her eyes and sighed softly, "If these islands were placed in Yujing, they would definitely be a significant force in these remote states."
"But surprisingly... many people don't know about Yujing's existence."
Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.
indeed so.
The fact that the Golden Core and Yuanying here could be easily fooled by him shows his lack of knowledge.
He chuckled and explained, "Firstly, there's no means of communication, so the news is too isolated."
"Secondly, the cultivators of Yujing will not say that they are from Yujing, nor will they share the situation within Yujing."
Just like the Lord of Tianmen who was beaten to death by him.
He revealed his identity before his death, saying that he was the Blood-Clothed Guard stationed in Qionghai Prefecture.
After all, Fang Ying came from a Zhongzhou clan. Even though she had practiced for quite a long time, she had only come out of it through various trials.
At this moment, he chuckled suspiciously: "If we can gather the entire Dust Sea, these forces will be no weaker than the Chu State..."
Zhao Qing looked strange when he heard this and shook his head helplessly.
The outside world is the outside world, and Yujing is Yujing. It is difficult for cultivators from the outside world to be accepted into Yujing.
These are two completely different worlds.
But he didn't explain too much. After all, Fang Ying was a senior, and she would be able to notice the difference after watching for two more days.
Instead, he embraced Qing Huan, looked back at Qin Chu Xin and asked casually, "Chu Xin, what do you think of the resources that Tianmen Island actually possesses compared to the Beimo Frost Valley?"
Qin Chuxin's hair was tied up in a bun, and perhaps because of her all-out attack just now, she looked otherworldly and somewhat peaceful at this moment.
Her beautiful eyes casually swept across the deserted island standing in the vast ocean, and she smiled softly and said, "It's more than ten times stronger than the Ice Valley."
ten times!?
There was a flash of surprise in Fang Ying's eyes, but then she understood and remained silent.
"Class rigidity is an unbreakable bondage."
"But outside the barbaric world, without these constraints, there is certainly no stability."
Zhao Qing muttered to himself, and he could understand the gossip that Zhang Jinyi had chatted with him before.
Even Qin Chuxin's Hanbing Valley Qianyuan Palace only owns a few counties, and the distribution of sect resources and spiritual minerals is determined by Lan Qingji.
The Tianmen Island under their feet seemed to be far inferior to the Ice Valley.
But... the rules of the game are completely different.
As long as you have the ability and courage, you can do whatever you want.
Heroes emerge in troubled times, and the real strong are more suitable to be outside the world. The world of Yujing has barriers that they cannot penetrate.
Just like a certain Blood-Clothed Fifth Walker, he was a powerful man who fought his way through the outside world, entered the world of Yujing, and then returned to the outside world.
Of course, she has a cheat.
……
Before we knew it, night had fallen.
A bright moon illuminates the ocean. The whole world is beautiful and dreamy, but the seventeen dazzling morning stars are gone.
Zhao Qing and his three companions walked slowly across the wasteland, the sound of the cold sea water roaring in their ears.
Gu Qinghuan was still dressed very heroically, with a tall snake-like bun and a tight-fitting outfit that was graceful and tight.
Occasionally, Zhao Qing would make a move.
Qinghuan would understand and smile, take off her hairpin, let her hair down, and follow her master to make love freely in the desolate beach and withered forest.
After making love, she cleaned herself up again, styled her hair into a new snake bun and followed him.
This desolate and chaotic wilderness actually made her feel inexplicably obsessed and satisfied.
It seemed as if the whole world was no longer important. Even if there was endless bloodbath and raging ocean waves, it seemed as if only she and her master were together in peace.
"Drink something."
Zhao Qing chuckled and waved his hand, and a red flame flashed, lighting up the entire dead forest over a dozen miles.
He seemed to be able to feel the extremely special kind of quiet beauty in this noisy and chaotic world.
Because that chaos... has nothing to do with them.
This is rare.
Even if you look up, you can see the chaotic magic fighting for life above the ocean, and the bloody body parts falling into the ocean.
In front of him is a blazing bonfire, sweet wine, and a gentle beauty.
All in all.
Twenty years ago, he couldn't feel it at all.
Fang Ying followed the three people and lay comfortably on the wasteland, quietly looking at the wine jar that Zhao Qing took out. There was a hint of novelty in her beautiful eyes, as if she was also experiencing a different world from the past.
At this moment, her spiritual sense swept lightly, and her beautiful eyes slightly raised: "Golden Core, two of you."
A flying boat cut through the dark clouds and roared through the endless night.
I don’t know who I am, where I come from, or where I go.
It doesn't matter.
On Tianmen Island, the blazing flames grew increasingly intense, spreading wildly among the dead forest like a grand fireworks display.
Perhaps tomorrow morning, this island of over a hundred miles will be left with only a bleak, charred background.
But not important.
After all, this world itself is desolate and vast.
Not remembered, not noticed.
Although those who have passed by come and go in a hurry, I cannot see the forest fire on the floating island in the vast ocean in my heart.
"Slave will accompany the master into the sea?"
Gu Qinghuan raised his head and drank deeply, the turbid wine dripping down his chin into his clothes, and it was very rare for him to invite the host to join him.
The beautiful profile was illuminated by the fire and turned red, as if she was shy.
Zhao Qing would then chuckle and tease, "Please, Daddy."
The woman breathed coquettishly, her crimson lips dripping with the smell of alcohol as she muttered, "Daddy, Huan'er wants to go into the sea with you."
"No, I won't take you with me." Zhao Qing said again.
The leisurely laughter melted into the raging fire and was pushed into the ocean by the cold wind.
Qing Huan's eyes flickered, and she glanced at Chu Xin with a smile. She said softly and mischievously, "Daddy will take Chu Xin for a walk. Huan'er has Senior Sister Fang Ying to look after her."
???
Zhao Qing looked at the beauty in his arms with a surprised smile, then chuckled at Qin Chuxin and shook his head.
The ethereal and pure girl with a Taoist bun smiled and nodded her head.
No one cared about Qinghuan's words and laughter.
If Zhao Qing doesn’t bring Qinghuan, who else can he bring?
The couple were in a relaxed mood, just chatting and joking.
There was a strange look in Fang Ying's smiling eyes. Her beautiful eyes swept across Qin Chuxin's silence, and then looked at Qinghuan.
Gu Qinghuan would take the initiative to raise the glass, nestle in the host's arms, look back at the woman, and drink it all in one gulp with her head tilted up coquettishly.
Sometimes the sparks flying around would fall into the cup, and turn into a dreamy blue, boiling down the woman's throat and into her stomach.
Qinghuan seemed to have emptied all her thoughts and was enjoying the quiet night with her master as she pleased.
Fang Ying looked at her.
She invited Fang Ying to drink with her.
how is it?
Tianxiang, the protector, smiled helplessly, gave Qinghuan a slight glance, then readily filled the glass and drank together.
Zhao Qing also felt curious and amused. He looked at Fang Ying and suggested with a smile, "Shall I accompany Senior Sister Fang to go into the sea and take a look?"
Fang Ying:?
The stunning woman's eyebrows relaxed slightly as she gave a very conservative and reluctant refusal, but also with a hint of tipsiness in her lighthearted joke: "Ying can play the zither for you, sir."
Even though I know that I am tied to this family.
But Fang Ying didn't want to give herself up so easily.
Of course she understood that Zhao Qing was just joking.
But if the two of them went into the sea, who knew what would happen?
She now knows all too well about the Blood-Cloaked Eight Walkers. How can they treat each other with respect even if they get wet in the sea?
However, the wildfire at the moment was indeed dreamy and beautiful. She was in a very good mood as she chatted with Qingyu and felt it carefully. She really wanted to play the piano.
But Zhao Qing did not agree with a smile. Instead, he raised his hand with Qinghuan and drank two more glasses of liquor with her.
The magic at the end of the sky disappeared, the deadly fight came to an end, and I wonder who will be the survivor tonight.
Qin Chuxin looked into the distance with her beautiful eyes, her elegant profile illuminated by the firelight.
I couldn't help but feel relaxed and peaceful.
The blood-stained ocean soaked the barren beach, the bright moon reflected on the sea, and amid the raging mountain fires, monks whispered and caused chaos.
At this moment in this world, it was as if I had turned into a wisp of dust between heaven and earth, and the three hundred years of cultivation seemed to have passed in an instant...
Qin Chuxin also practiced hard.
She knew it very well.
The Thousand Illusions Sea of Clouds is not a sea.
Qingya East Sea is not a sea.
Blood Moon Dragon Abyss is not the sea.
But Chensha... is the sea.
On this cold night with a mountain fire, I feel like just a drop in the ocean, a seagull in the sky and earth.
Qin Chuxin has been practicing for more than three hundred years, and her thoughts are no longer like those of a 28-year-old girl.
She just felt that she was getting along well with the three of them at this moment, and her heart was a little floating. She raised her beautiful eyes, smiled at Zhao Qing, and their eyes met. She rolled up her sleeves and raised her glass to drink a glass herself.
Just looked at each other.
Zhao Qing immediately understood what she meant, and he felt that Fairy Qin from Great Chu was extremely beautiful and charming.
Qin Chuxin followed them for the purpose of climbing up the social ladder, for old acquaintances, for interests, and for nothing else.
Since it is not clear, just admit it and accept it calmly.
I have cultivated to this point in my life, and due to fate, a thought and action at a certain moment have brought me to this place in the vast ocean.
Then face your own greed and your own choices.
She used to be a pure-hearted seeker of truth.
Silent retreat, studying scriptures and talismans, spreading the Dharma throughout the world and spreading your insights.
Or you may be in a trance with insight, meet friends elegantly, ignore the chaos and disputes, and seem indifferent and heartless.
And now, she is a follower of the Bloody Walk.
In this vast sea and mountains that did not belong to Yujing, Qingjing raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Qing with a faint smile.
"Palace Master."
Zhao Qing embraced Qinghuan's delicate body, raised his eyes and smiled gently, and clinked his wine cup with Chu Xin.
The woman smiled calmly, glanced at Qing Huan's smiling gaze, and nodded gently in response: "Sir?"
Zhao Qing also smiled calmly, but there were ripples in his heart.
After all, Qin Chuxin...
But he is a person like his master.
Back then, he became a disciple of the Blood Robe Sect and fought to the death with Luo Xianning and the Situ siblings. The Situ siblings were Qin Chuxin's younger disciples.
Chu Xin also has a female disciple who travels outside. She is in the late Jindan stage and is not inferior to Bai Wanqiu and others.
Lately, I have been calm about everything around me, without showing any emotional ripples, which really has a unique charm.
There was a hint of heat in Zhao Qing's eyes, and his state of mind was obviously not as good as Qin Chuxin's, which was understandable.
He raised his glass in a gesture, chuckled, and said doubtfully, "In the Palace Master's opinion, Tongyou, as an ancient cultivation technique, is actually a method rather than a technique, and is sophisticated in spirit but superficial."
"Before the apocalypse, there were those who were specialized in understanding the mysteries of the world. They could see the big picture from the subtle, and they could gain knowledge by studying things..."
Qin Chuxin smiled slightly and nodded gently, without any surprise.
This is indeed her insight, and she is very good at it.
Most of the cultivators in the Chu State over the past hundred years have studied her spiritual notes, and the notes signed by her as hers have been widely circulated in Yongning Prefecture, with dozens of different volumes of ancient methods.
Zhao Qing chuckled and drank, and after putting down the wine cup, he naturally held the woman's soft hand.
It feels icy and cool to the touch, and you can seem to feel the great spiritual power surging through its meridians, making one's mind fluctuate and desires run wild.
Qin Chuxin's beautiful eyes fluttered gently, she lowered her head and smiled slightly, then gently withdrew her hand, stood up and walked to Zhao Qing, sitting cross-legged again.
She also had a very beautiful and different feeling in her heart.
But she would not resist at all. Once Zhao Qing touched her hand, she could say anything.
"You have the Tongyou cultivation, and it seems that you have gained a lot of experience?"
She was calm and elegant, smiling faintly as she looked at Fang Ying, then glanced sideways at Zhao Qing and said with a smile, not calling him "Young Master" but just "you and me".
Being stared at by Gu Qinghuan with a smile, she did not show the slightest bit of shyness.
Zhao Qing naturally had some experience in Tongyou.
But it seems that his experience is completely different from Qin Chuxin's. His ultimate art of communicating with the spirits was obtained by honing the fragments of the Heavenly Dao for nearly twenty years.
At this moment, the cold wind was howling and the wildfire was raging like the ocean.
Beside the firelight in the dark night.
Zhao Qing's eyes met with the woman beside him, and his heart couldn't help but tense up a little. It was indeed a little...
After all, he is a senior.
Fairy Qin of the Great Chu has been well-known since her practice, and she shares the world with the Sword of Immortality.
When Xian Ning called her, she could not call her "senior sister", but "master uncle".
The Situ siblings are now Li Yan monks in the Chu State, in charge of the Hanbing Valley of Qianyuan Palace. When they approach, they must show great respect and call him Master.
Qin Chuxin is close to becoming a god.
Zhao Qing and Si He were forced to come into contact with each other.
And contact with Chu Xin...
"I do have some insights, and I'm about to share them with the Palace Master."
Zhao Qing chuckled and said this while drinking, without waiting for any response.
The condensed consciousness had already escaped from the Niwan, and headed towards the white brow of the Ice Valley Master...
Fang Ying smiled silently beside him, and naturally knew everything.
At this moment, a sense of shame flashed through his heart, and he couldn't help but pay attention to the rhythm of Chu Xin's seven souls, wanting to know what she was feeling at the moment...
It’s a pity that Senior Sister Li Yan Qin was in a detached state of mind and didn’t show too many signs of emotion.
"Okay, Chu Xin is invited."
The woman sat cross-legged, smiling softly as she drank, but her heart was also throbbing for a moment. She actively accepted Zhao Qing's consciousness, as if she had broken through some taboo in this life...
Even her existence has long been unclear.
call out--
Zhao Qing suddenly felt his mind relaxed, and his mood suddenly became much calmer and quieter.
The mud pill of Fairy Li Yan Qin...is no longer the courtyard like the one where she built her foundation, but a boundless and clear fairyland.
The spirit merges into this place, as if being carried away by the warm and gentle spring breeze, and as if glimpsing a clear and bright alien sea. This is a sign of approaching spiritual transformation.
A delicate and pretty Yuanying figure sat cross-legged with eyes closed at the gate of the life palace.
At this moment, the little person's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and she smiled elegantly, "I'm still a little emotional, so I'll try to... slow down."
Zhao Qing: ???
His consciousness inexplicably revealed a hint of doubt, and he asked in a strange and puzzled voice, "What are you slowing down? Did the Palace Master misunderstand?"
"I... really know a lot about the art of communicating with the spirits."
The lifelike Nascent Soul suddenly changed its otherworldly demeanor, smiled slightly, pursed its lips, and shook its head slightly.
It was as if she had transformed into a light falling leaf, welcoming the man's spiritual consciousness into her...
The baby's beautiful eyes were lightly closed.
With the Taoist fruit of the immortals on land, he took Zhao Qing to practice together and refine his spiritual consciousness.
Only in the depths of this vast Niwan fairyland.
The floating infant treasure that guarded the palace was stained with the first trace of someone else's consciousness as it swayed lightly...