When Ye Qiu heard Lao Jiu's voice, it was like rain falling from the sky, and he said excitedly: "Lao Jiu, I knew you wouldn't ignore death, thank you."
"Why are you being polite to me? Which one of us is following the other? I'm helping myself by helping you. You have to be prepared. I want to merge with you." After Lao Jiu finished speaking, there was only a "clang" sound. Inside the Qiankun Bag, there was vermilion blood.
The lid of the coffin was opened, and Lao Jiu's severed foot flew out from inside.
Without saying a word, Ye Qiu activated the sword energy in his palm and struck the ankle of his right leg swiftly.
"puff!"
In an instant, Ye Qiu's right foot was chopped off and blood flowed profusely.
His move made everyone dumbfounded.
"What are you doing, boss?"
"Why did the elder brother cut off his own foot?"
"What's wrong with you little bastard?"
"Xiaoye's behavior is really different." Lin Xiaoniao said.
The Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty also said: "The thinking of a genius is indeed impossible to predict."
In the battle formation of the Great Emperor.
The Holy Monk of Lingshan noticed Ye Qiu's actions. The falling speed of the flaming knife slowed down and his brows wrinkled slightly. He also felt strange.
"You're so good, why did you cut off your right foot?"
"What exactly is Ye Changsheng doing?"
"Does this kid have a habit of self-mutilation?"
Even though the holy monk of Lingshan was well-informed, Ye Qiu's actions still made him feel confused.
Several elders of the demon clan who were suppressed were also confused.
"Master, what are you doing?"
Only the little white fox seemed to understand Ye Qiu's thoughts, and said to himself: "You damn bald donkey, just wait, my husband is about to explode."
She looked at Ye Qiu expectantly.
However, after a while, Ye Qiu did not see any action.
The expectations in the little white fox's heart were even higher, and he thought to himself: "My husband must be planning a big move."
Little did he know that on the other side, Ye Qiu was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.
After he cut off his right foot, he waited for a long time, but still did not see Lao Jiu's severed foot coming out of the Qiankun Bag.
"Lao Jiu, I'm ready, hurry up." Ye Qiu urged.
Lao Jiu said hesitantly: "Um... Changsheng, I'm really sorry, it seems that my feet can't be integrated with yours."
"What?" Ye Qiu asked in a deep voice, "Are you kidding me?"
"No, no, how could I possibly trick you? I was originally going to help you, but... Oops, I can't fuse with you anyway, but don't worry, I will still support you." Lao Jiu then added
:"You have my moral support."
Damn you.
I've already chopped off my feet, why don't you fix it for me?
If others find out about this, why don’t you laugh to death?
Ye Qiu's mouth twitched with anger.
The most important thing is that he still counts on Lao Jiu to help him and jointly deal with the Holy Monk of Lingshan. Now that Lao Jiu cannot help, the situation he faces is very dangerous.
Ye Qiu said: "Old Jiu, you have to understand clearly that our relationship is one of mutual prosperity and mutual loss. If I die, it will be of no benefit to you."
Lao Jiu said: "I know everything you said, and I want to help you, but..."
At this point, Lao Jiu stopped again, as if he had something to hide.
"Whatever you want to say, just say it directly. Don't hesitate." Ye Qiu said.
"I stopped him from helping you." Suddenly, a pleasant voice sounded in Ye Qiu's head.
It is the mysterious sister in the golden coffin.
Before Ye Qiu had time to ask the reason, he heard the woman say: "Not only that, the emperor-level strange fire, the Qiankun Cauldron, and the Chaos Bell were all made by me to prevent you from mobilizing them."
"Why?" Ye Qiu was puzzled.
He thought to himself, aren't we in the same group? Why are you doing this?
The Qiankun Cauldron, the Chaos Bell, and the Emperor-level Strange Fire are all my biggest trump cards. You are trying to prevent me from using them. Isn’t this deliberately trying to kill me?
Also, Lao Jiu is my protector. Are you being unreasonable if you stop him from helping me?
The woman said: "You have to understand that to make iron, you need to be strong yourself. Whether it is a divine weapon or an emperor-level strange fire, these are foreign objects after all."
"Using them blindly will only make you dependent on them."
"In addition, with your cultivation level, you cannot unleash the original power of the artifacts and emperor-level fire. Using them at this time will only expose your trump card."
Ye Qiu said with his spiritual thoughts: "How can you care so much about life and death?"
The woman said: "I said before, that monk's target is not you."
Ye Qiu said: "Even if his target is not me, his methods are too strong. If he doesn't find a way, I will die soon."
The woman said: "Everything has two sides, and death is not necessarily bad."
Ye Qiu was stunned.
If it were in the secular world, then given his profession, he would feel that what the woman said was quite right.
Because in the secular world, after many people get sick, especially in the final stages of some difficult and complicated diseases, life is worse than death. Death will allow the patients to end their torture and be completely relieved, which is indeed a good thing.
The problem is, this is the world of cultivation!
In the world of cultivation, even ordinary people rarely get sick, and there are also magical and elixirs here that are full of spiritual energy. The life span of monks can be as long as hundreds to tens of thousands of years.
Death is definitely not a good thing in a place like this.
Ye Qiu couldn't help but ask: "So, death is a good thing for me?"
"Yes!" the woman and Lao Jiu said in unison.
Then, the woman said to Lao Jiu: "You have no right to speak here, so stay aside."
"Humph." Lao Jiu snorted coldly and stopped talking.
The woman said: "For others, death is a terrible thing, but you are different."
"You have an eternal body and can be immortal, so you don't have to worry about death."
"Some things cannot be established unless they are broken."
"Later, you die once, feel the process of death, and then be reborn from death."
"I believe you will have great gains."
"Remember, whether it is a divine weapon or an imperial weapon, they are all man-made. When a person's strength reaches the extreme, he can ignore any external threats."
"When you have these external objects, they can indeed give you some help, but the only thing that can always help you is your own strength."
"Remember what I said, next, feel death well, and then be reborn from death."
After the woman finished speaking, there was no sound again.
Ye Qiu was a little speechless. You can obviously help me, and even if it doesn't work, you can let me use artifacts and emperor-level strange fires, but you want me to die just once. Isn't this intentional torture?
"Boy, come on, I'm optimistic about you." After Lao Jiu finished speaking, there was a "bang" sound, and the coffin lid closed.
At this time, the flaming sword of the Holy Monk of Lingshan had fallen from the sky.
Ye Qiu simply gave up resistance and closed his eyes.
"puff!"
The next moment, Ye Qiu was killed by the flaming knife.
