In front of the sword-making platform, everyone was silent for a while as they looked at the finished spirit sword.

Taoist Priest Qingwei was the first to say: "With Jingtian's current skills, even with this divine and demonic sword, it is difficult to defeat the Evil Sword Immortal. We can only compete with him once, and we must hit with one sword."

Tang Xuejian expressed everyone's worries: "But with his current skill, how long can he last?"

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a little frustrated for a moment.

Zixuan suddenly stood up: "Taoist Priest, you just said that none of us can defeat the Evil Sword Immortal, but only Jingtian can, and there is only one chance.

Then if we pour all our strength into Jingtian and let him concentrate all our strength to fight against the Evil Sword Immortal, will the chance of winning be greater?"

Taoist Priest Qingwei nodded and said, "This is natural."

As everyone started to teach Jingtian, a group of Shushan disciples wanted to buy more time for them.

They returned to Wuji Pavilion and directly faced the Heavenly Demon King and the Fire Ghost King...

In front of the sword-making stage, the five elders of Shushan, together with Tang Xuejian, Zixuan and eight people from Mo Zunzunlou, concentrated all their magic power on Jingtian alone.

Along with the huge flow of mana, Jingtian's strength began to rise continuously.

However, after completing the teaching, everyone was exhausted, and only Zixuan could still support it.

Jingtian hurriedly went over to help him: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law."

Zixuan said weakly: "For the sake of Chang Qing, I will hold on."

The next moment, Jingtian knew what this meant. Zixuan took out a sound-transmitting conch from her arms and handed it to Jingtian's hand.

"Chang Qing, he is not dead. He asked me to give this to you."

Jingtian was a little surprised when he put the conch to his ear, and Xu Changqing's familiar voice began to come from inside.

"Brother Jing, I am Bai Doufu, I will trouble you in the future.

It is the responsibility of each of us to save the common people, but I took the first step to find a way to eliminate the evil sword fairy.

Since the Evil Sword Immortal is formed from the evil thoughts of the five elders, I can take the opportunity to enter his body and wait for the opportunity to destroy it."

Listening to Xu Changqing's recorded voice, Jingtian had tears in his eyes when he learned that he had been prepared to sacrifice.

"You damn white tofu, I'm much more evil than you, he should suck me..."

Xu Changqing's voice suddenly came from the conch again.

"Brother Jing, I already knew you would say this, but you must stay, only you can help me complete this mission.

Now no one is trying to steal the spotlight from you. You are the only hero. I believe in you...

Boss."

After listening to this recording, Jingtian remained silent for a long time.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the Divine Demon Sword, and rushed to Shushan Hall with firm eyes.

So many people have been sacrificed to deal with the Evil Sword Immortal. Now is the time to end it all.

When Jingtian arrived at the martial arts field in front of Wuji Pavilion, Shushan disciples were fighting desperately against the demons.

The Evil Sword Immortal sensed Jingtian's arrival and revealed his figure. He smiled evilly and said, "Don't you feel sad when you see your friends and brothers leaving one by one?"

Jingtian was already determined to die: "I won't let their sacrifices be in vain."

The Evil Sword Immortal sneered: "You can't beat me in a bet, so how can you fight with me?"

"Then do you believe that I can defeat you within ten days?"

"Is that okay? Don't tell me ten moves. I may not be able to do it if I give you ten times more. Come on." The Evil Sword Immortal smiled contemptuously, opened his arms, and allowed Jingtian to attack.

In his opinion, Sedum is already a dead man, and he doesn't mind being more patient with dead people.

What's more, admiring Sedum's desperate posture is one of his great pleasures.

So when faced with Jingtian's spiritual sword attack, he only passively resisted and did not take the initiative to fight back.

The figures of the two men appeared and disappeared in mid-air. In the void, countless sword energies from Jingtian flashed sharply.

However, no matter how he slashed, the Evil Sword Immortal could not cause him any harm at all.

In order to make Jingtian completely despair, the Evil Sword Immortal even deliberately let him stab his neck, looking at the way Jingtian tried his best but could not make any progress.

The Evil Sword Immortal smiled triumphantly, and slapped Sedum away with one palm, causing blood to spurt from his mouth.

The Evil Sword Immortal smiled jokingly: "If we continue to fight, more people will die, but if you still want to fight, I will give you another chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jingtian suddenly discovered that Xu Changqing's figure flashed past the body of the Evil Sword Immortal!

His heart moved, and he realized that Xu Changqing was creating opportunities for himself!

Thinking of this, Jingtian immediately rushed towards the unsuspecting Evil Sword Fairy with his sword!

The Evil Sword Immortal smiled contemptuously and stood there motionless, waiting for Sedum to stab him.

However, just when he thought Jingtian wanted to attack his chest, Xu Changqing's gesture flashed past.

In the blink of an eye, Jingtian also changed his moves and hit the evil sword fairy directly on the head!

The fatal vital point was attacked, and the expression on the Evil Sword Immortal's face froze instantly!

"Why? Why do I lose!"

Looking at the unbelievable look of the Evil Sword Immortal, Jingtian said coldly: "From the day you took shape, you were destined to fail, because you have absorbed too many human weaknesses, and arrogant soldiers will be defeated!"

"I'm not a human, I'm not a human!" As the Evil Sword Immortal roared, he exploded into pieces that filled the sky.

"We won, we won!" The disciples in Shushan shouted in surprise!

With the death of the Evil Sword Immortal, the Heavenly Demon Emperor, the Fire Ghost King and all the Evil Sword Immortal's minions were instantly reduced to ashes. The entire sky was cleared, and harmony and tranquility were restored to the world again.

…

(Legend of Nezha) Yang Jian: "Did the Evil Sword Immortal be eliminated just like that? Why does it feel a bit hasty?"

(Little Carp) Paopao: "So many lives have been sacrificed. This guy should have died long ago, regardless of whether he was rash or not."

Dongshan: "Xu Changqing is indeed Xu Changqing. I knew he wouldn't go offline so easily. It turns out he still has this skill."

Huo Linfei: "How come the Fire Ghost King and others also died..."

Xuan Yizi: "With the power of the Evil Sword Immortal, when the Evil Sword Immortal dies, he will naturally die with him. The world is fair. When you gain something, you will definitely lose something..."

Slender Jun: "So, the Demon Emperor and the Fire Ghost King have obtained the power of the Evil Sword Immortal, which means that their lives are bound to the Evil Sword Immortal..."

Lion King: "Rather than being bound, it's better to say that life and death are controlled by the evil sword fairy..."

…

A few days later, the great savior Jingtian woke up from his dream.

Arriving in front of the main hall of Wuji Pavilion, I met Tang Xuejian who had also woken up.

"Pig woman!"

"Caiya!"

"Naiya, you're not dead, that's great!" The two hugged each other tightly, dancing and laughing.

At this time, Zixuan, who woke up, also walked over with a smile. "Brother Jing, you are really amazing this time, thank you."

"Brother Jing." Hearing this call, several people turned their heads blankly, only to find that it was the Demon Lord Building.

"Red-haired monster!" Sedum was a little surprised.

Mo Zhenglou smiled slightly and said: "This time, I admire you from the bottom of my heart. I see the shadow of Feipeng in you. I hope I can find time to have a good showdown with you."

Jingtian's face turned bitter: "Ah? You still want to fight?"

"Haha, stop clicking."

Looking at the two people joking, Tang Xuejian suddenly said: "It would be great if everyone was here."

"Yes." Xu Changqing walked out of Wuji Pavilion, "That would be great."

“White tofu!”

"Hero Changqing!"

"Changqing!" Several people were surprised and happy to see Xu Changqing again.

Zixuan quickly stepped forward and grabbed his hands tightly.

"Changqing! Is it really you? Is it really you? Changqing, you are really alive!" Zixuan cried with joy and kept stroking Xu Changqing's cheek.

"Yes, I'm not dead, I'm still alive." Xu Changqing nodded and smiled.

While being happy, Tang Xuejian asked doubtfully: "I remember everyone, obviously they are all dead, why are they still alive?"

Xu Changqing explained: "It was the five elders who saved you all with the most precious treasure of Shushan, the Heart Lotus."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

In the Wuji Pavilion, the five elders solemnly thanked them. "It was all because of the evil thoughts of the five of us that the Evil Sword Immortal was born and brought this disaster to all living things. The five of us are very ashamed. Thank you all."

As Taoist Priest Qingwei took the lead, the five elders solemnly knelt down to everyone.
To be continued...