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Chapter 455: Ending the Battle
"All right……"

Zhuge Liuyun shouted from a distance, his tone somewhat stiff.

The scattered gazes gathered, Qiye slowly turned around and glanced at them indifferently.
But he saw a grave pit, deep and square, flat on all sides, with almost no shovel marks. The scholar stood by the pit, covered in mud, sweating and panting. The shovel was thrown aside by him, and the two rows of overlapping bloody handprints were particularly glaring! He was trembling all over and looked at himself with a very complicated look.

Qi Ye was dejected. With a wave of his hand, the void rippled, and magical light flashed. An ancient and solemn ink-colored black ice coffin emerged and gently fell to the ground.

The scholar was stunned, then trembled violently, and the shovel in his hand fell off and flew towards the coffin.

"mother……"

He burst into tears, grabbed the coffin lid with his hands, and pushed desperately, using all his strength, but the coffin lid did not budge at all. He only bit his lip, but still refused to give up, and gradually went crazy...

Zhuge Liuyun could not bear it and stepped forward to help. Qiye frowned slightly. In an instant, demonic energy appeared around his body and turned into wind, swirling like black snow. A touch of sadness rose with the wind, making everyone present feel sad!

Then there were continuous creaking sounds, and the coffin lid slid slowly until it was half open, then it stopped.

The scholar loosened his blood-soaked hands, leaned over the side of the coffin, and looked inside...

In the coffin lay Ning's mother, wearing a black shroud embroidered with auspicious patterns such as lotus and cranes, which looked very luxurious.

With his hands on his abdomen, his gray hair was combed meticulously. It was still that familiar face, with a vicissitude and determination that was inconsistent with his youth. There was a hint of nostalgia in his kindness. He closed his eyes peacefully, as if he was asleep.

"mother……"

The scholar cried out in grief, tightly grasped Ning's mother's cold and hard hands, and burst into tears!
Yan Chixia and others came forward to pay their respects. Looking at Ning's mother's body, they thought of her miserable life and their eyes became wet with tears. They were extremely sad.

Qiye was still standing not far away, not moving, just holding the hilt of the sword tightly, watching everything calmly without any expression.

……

"mother……"

"mother………"

"mother……"

The scholar yelled mechanically, tears falling drop by drop, his voice hoarse, his heart broken, it was unbearable to watch...

……

The sun sets in the west, dusk falls, and the world is vast!
"It's almost time, go to the grave!"

Qiye spoke coldly, his face still expressionless, but with an indescribable desolation.

The scholar turned a deaf ear and just stared blankly at Ning's mother. At this moment, he was numb from the pain and his tears had dried up!

Zhuge Liuyun turned to look at Yan Chixia, who nodded slightly. Then, Zhuge Liuyun stepped forward and opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't say a word of comfort. In the end, he just raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, then grabbed his arm, wanting to take him away...!
Feeling Zhuge Liuyun's strength, the scholar was shocked and seemed to come back to his senses. He took a deep look at Ning's mother, and with Zhuge Liuyun's support, he staggered and left the coffin, looking back every few steps...

stab...

The coffin lid slid closed...

The scholar was exhausted and collapsed to the ground...

He lay on the ground, watching the coffin rise and fall into the grave. Qi Ye waved his hands, and countless mud flew up and fell down...

In a flash, the soil accumulated to form a huge grave mound.

A stone tablet fell, inserted into the ground, and stood on the grave.

It is engraved with:

Tomb of Ning’s loving mother, the spring sunshine has not yet been repaid, and the autumn rain adds to the sorrow.

Beside it is engraved:

Child

Ning Caichen is established!

There is no year number and no touching epitaph, it is extremely concise!
This tombstone was also prepared by Qiye, but his name was not mentioned.

The scholar clutched his chest desperately, tears bursting out again... Qiye waved his hands, and countless paper money flew out, falling like rain...

boom!
Qiye knelt down and kowtowed three times, loudly and heavily!
Then, he stood up, ignored everyone, and left indifferently...

He walked westwards, striding forward for dozens of meters before Yan Chixia reacted and started chasing him: "Qi Ye..."

Qiye paused, turned his back to the crowd and said, "Xiao Qian is in the capital, I will go and kill her..."

The word "Xiao Qian" instantly awakened the scholar from his grief. He got up angrily and rushed towards Qiye, but was quickly hugged by Zhuge Liuyun. He struggled continuously but could not get away, so he asked hysterically: "Why, why..."

"I want to be completely possessed!"

Qiye turned around to answer, but he was looking at Yan Chixia, his eyes were deep and seemed to be meaningful!

"Do we really have to go that far?"

Yan Chixia seemed to understand something and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Seven nights of silence.

Yan Chixia sighed secretly, his expression gradually tensed, he raised his right hand, emitting golden light, the Xuanyuan Sword shone out, pointing at Qiye in the distance!
Sima Sanniang stepped forward quickly, shoulder to shoulder with Yan Chixia. A golden glow emerged, lingering around her body, condensing into talismans. The power of the five elements was turbulent, and the heaven and earth changed color!
The Three Treasures dispersed silently, divine power flowed, and formed a unique domain, like Taoism and Buddha, with infinite brilliance, suppressing the heaven and earth, and sealing the Seven Nights inside!
The atmosphere was tense!
Qiye, however, was calm and just sighed softly: "Not now!"

Canglang...

A sword chanted, as if a demon dragon appeared in the world, fighting unwillingly!
The sword energy swept across the sky, telling of sadness!
The bullfight rises and shines brightly for hundreds of miles!
A moment...

The sword light ends...

"Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang, if you want to stop me, go to the capital!"

"When the time comes, I will not show mercy, and I hope you won't either!"

The sound was left in the void, big and empty, but Qiye had long since disappeared!

only left with,
The torn space is slowly healing...

Also, Sanbao flew backwards several meters and just stood still with an ugly look on his face.

The loose collar was torn, revealing a broad chest as smooth as jade, with a sword mark on it. This sword mark was three or four inches long, cutting diagonally and as deep as a finger, as if it split the chest in two, lingering with a sinister sword intent, continuing to destroy...

Wow...

Boundless divine light gathered and washed towards the sword mark. The brilliant divine power and immortal divinity were like the blazing sun shining on the snow, driving away the sad sword intent and steaming out wisps of dark black smoke...

In a flash, the sword wound healed, and the entire chest returned to normal, still as smooth as jade!
"Sanniang..."

……

Sanbao came to Sima Sanniang, all with unwilling looks on their faces, and they were all regretting for not stopping Qiye!
"It's not your fault!"

The golden light around her body dissipated, and Sima Sanniang shook her head, looking gloomy.

"He's even more powerful!"

Yan Chixia sighed and was also worried!

He saw with his own eyes the elegance of that sword. Sanbao was endowed with mysterious Sanskrit, immortal divinity, and indestructible, but Qiye was able to leave a mark with just one sword. This kind of strength is unmatched by anyone in the world!

In other words, Qiye's cultivation has improved again and has reached a level that he can hardly match. With this strength, he is probably invincible in the world!
But this is not what he is most worried about!
He also practiced swordplay, and his feelings were deeper than others. That sword had gone beyond the scope of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique. Rather than saying that Qiye was drawing the sword, it would be more accurate to say that the devil was using his hand to swing the sword!
This is the real sword of the devil, and its core power comes from the seven generations of resentful lovers. To some extent, it can be regarded as the concrete manifestation of the devil's will!

That is,

The resentment accumulated by the seven generations of grudge lovers has completely revived and has been actively accepted by Qiye!

Now Qiye is no longer a human, or a demon. He is only one step away from becoming a real demon! All he lacks is an opportunity, which is...

But fortunately there is still a chance!

That sword is not perfect yet!
Just a little bit short!
What is missing is Qiye's humanity which has not been completely extinguished!
And Xiaoqian is undoubtedly the last loophole!
(End of this chapter)