Chapter 428 Burial, Reduction, and Separation

Li Changxiao's Qingping sword was not very sharp, but it could easily cut throats and tear flesh.

In this silent slaughter, he, the "executioner", just repeated his actions, and one seeker after another died in his hands.

When Chao Fengtian also fell down powerlessly, Li Changxiao slowly put away his sword.

The cause in the future is the result in the present.

At this moment, the matter was finally settled. The fire land did not grow flowers, everything was just an illusion.

If the spiritual energy had not been exhausted, perhaps they would have gained something in the end, but these were just assumptions, and the reality had already happened and could not be reversed.

However, when they were dying, they also showed some of their last grace. Wu Changkong's spear-breaking power was mighty, and Luo Xueer's leg skills were like waves sweeping...

Chao Fengtian's moves were extremely ordinary, but they carried an indescribable charm. Li Changxiao did not fight with his cultivation, but simply competed with his moves, and did not have any advantage at all.

Chao Fengtian was the last one to rush towards his inner demon.

He also fought the inner demon the longest. It was as if he wanted to show all his life's learning and everything he was proud of.

At that extremely brilliant moment, it was ended by a sword.

The dust settled.

After Li Changxiao put away his sword, he looked at the corpses on the ground, sighed softly, and added more killings in his hands.

He blew a breeze, wrapped all the corpses, suspended in the air, floating beside him, and moving with him.

When he found a mountain with good feng shui, Li Changxiao's eyes finally lit up, and he took the 19 corpses up the mountain.

In broad daylight, if someone saw what he did, he would probably be scared and shout that there was a monster.

Look, just after going up the mountain for only an incense stick of time, a woodcutter came down the mountain and saw such a horrible scene:

A white-clothed man walked slowly, with more than ten corpses floating around him. The corpses were all thin, but their clothes were extremely extraordinary.

The woodcutter was so frightened that he forgot to run away and just stood there in a daze. Li Changxiao couldn't help but hold his forehead. This kid was really unlucky.

He walked over and patted the woodcutter's shoulder, then brushed past him and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

The woodcutter came back to his senses and didn't know whether what he had just seen was a dream or reality. In short, it was blurry. He shouted bad luck and walked towards the foot of the mountain at a faster speed.

From then on, this woodcutter mountain had a legend that there was a white-clothed ghoul who sucked people's yang energy and liked to collect corpses. His face was even more hideous.

If Li Changxiao knew that the future would turn out like this, he would definitely laugh and find it very interesting.

He didn't mind becoming the topic of conversation at other people's dinner tables. It was also his honor.

However... if he could appear in a positive image, he thought he would be happier.

It was already evening when he reached the top of the mountain.

As the sun sets in the west, the dirt road on the top of the mountain shrivels up, exuding the aroma of soil after being exposed to the sun for a whole day.

This aroma is not very fragrant, but it gives people a feeling of being invigorated.

After choosing a good position, Li Changxiao could only let Qingping Sword serve as a shovel for digging soil for a while.

This sword tempered by the ten great divine essences is not just used to kill people. If Qingping Sword has a spirit, it will definitely accuse its owner of being unfilial.

Although it is a sword, it seems to be rarely used to kill people. Instead, it can be seen in various chores.

For example, carrying a load to and from the inn, a fire stick when cooking... and so on.

At this moment, it is used as a shovel again, with a sword inserted into the ground, and then it is picked up with force. A palm-sized piece of soil was shoveled out of the soil.

And so on and so forth.

Li Changxiao was very proud and gave this sword technique a name, calling it "shoveling sword technique" or "digging sword technique".

Fortunately, the Qingping Sword is not a soft sword, otherwise this ground-shoveling sword technique would be useless.

The golden sunlight poured down on him, and his white clothes were also dyed golden. It took him several hours, from dusk to dawn, to dig the nineteen tombs.

It might take less than a second for Li Changxiao to cut a mountain, but it would take a lot of energy to dig a tombstone.

For some of the tombs he respected and pitied...

they, Li Changxiao would dig them carefully, piece by piece, so the tombs of these nineteen seekers who died in the hands of the inner demon took him so much time.

Next, he went to another mountain, picked a few large stones of good quality, and cut them into sections with the Qingping Sword.

Then... the Qingping Sword evolved from an iron shovel to an iron chisel.

The fire splashed, and words appeared on the stone tablet one by one.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through.

Li Changxiao came to the last step and planned to bury them. But when he turned back, he found that the bodies of the nineteen Hua Miao had actually decomposed.

And it was decomposing at a very fast speed. If you get half a step closer, you can still smell the stench of corpses.

Li Changxiao buried each body and finally unscrewed the wine gourd and poured a line of wine in front of each tombstone.

When he arrived in front of Chao Fengtian's tomb, he didn't know what to think.

Who would have thought that in a small grave in this desolate mountain, the one buried was a super-powerful man who had once been the whole Fuyao world?

It's just the past.

Let them all become soil, let them all become soil.

Li Changxiao patted the soil on his palm, and went down the mountain alone in the morning dew.

The mountain stream was cold.

As they went away, the nineteen small tombs gradually lost their popularity.

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Returning to the town above the ruins of Eryuan Sect, Li Changxiao returned to the mansion of the Wang family.

After a brief conversation with the head of the Wang family, Li Changxiao left the Wang family and walked towards the city gate.

After returning from the underground yesterday with Zhao Qiu and Wang Huang, Zhang Mo rested for a night at the Zhao family and prepared to leave early this morning.

Let's talk about the night after resting.

Zhang Mo has been completely renewed. After all, even she was embarrassed when she came out, and even her elder robe was lost in the ruins.

The Zhao family dared not neglect Zhang Mo, a big Buddha, and arranged for her to take a bath, change clothes, and gave her accessories, sachets, swords, silver, BMWs, etc.

At this time, it was time to say goodbye when they arrived at the city gate.

Zhang Mo wore black leather short boots, a slim black robe, a sword accessory on her waist, her hair was tied up, she put on a little makeup, sat on the BMW, and waved goodbye to the people who were seeing her off.

"Elder, goodbye." Zhao Qiu was reluctant to leave.

During the time in the ruins, she had already become dependent on Zhang Mo.

"You little girl, you wanted me to come to Dayan Huazong, why are you crying?"

Zhang Mo laughed and scolded, then kicked the horse's belly and rode away.

The horse's hooves raised dust.

They reached a place in the suburbs.

Zhang Mo was stunned for a moment, pulled the reins, and stopped. A ripple flashed in her eyes, and she looked around.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the long hair at the temples fluttered slightly, as if someone was stroking it.

"Let's go."

Zhang Mo raised the corners of her mouth, shouted loudly, and drove away without caring whether someone heard it or not, and sped away.