Chapter 2038 When people die, there is nothing left
Xiang Ping didn't make any move. Since he had nowhere to escape, his fate was already sealed.
Two Qingyun elders, plus more than ten disciples, if this configuration were to kill him, the opponent might not even break a sweat.
Xiang Ping, who is in the Wenshen realm, has no power to fight back.
Xiang Ping resignedly closed his eyes, and then he suddenly smiled. For him, life and death had long been indifferent. The only thing he cared about was Nan Sijin.
In fact, Xiang Ping has never thought about escaping from Mashan City. If it weren't for Nan Sijin, he would rather stay there and look in the direction of Qingyun.
Two Qingyun disciples raised their swords and rushed toward Xiang Ping's heart.
"puff"
"puff"
With two muffled sounds in succession, the long sword pierced Xiang Ping's chest one after another. The tip of the sword passed through his back, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.
Xiang Ping suddenly opened his eyes slowly again, looked at the people of Qingyun Sect angrily, and said softly: "I have a feeling that the story of Nan Sijin and I is not over yet."
"Pfft." After Xiang Ping said this, his body fell softly.
Xiang Ping's death was so ordinary. In the Paradise of Cave Heaven, people with a spiritual realm like him would die every day.
Xiang Ping's death would naturally be very ordinary. He was just a disciple of a third or fourth-rate small family in Mashan City. Who would notice him?
But there are often coincidences and incredible things in the world, and behind seemingly ordinary things, there may be something unexpected and unbelievable.
Elder Cao said calmly: "Dispose of his body, and then we will return to Qingyun immediately..."
Two Qingyun disciples bent down and were about to drag Xiang Ping's body away.
But at this moment, a dark broad-backed sword suddenly shot out from an unknown direction and inserted itself next to Xiang Ping's body with a "pop" sound.
Qingyun's people suddenly looked up and looked around. From a distance, they saw two figures floating in the air from a distance, and then stood above Xiang Ping's body.
A slovenly old man lowered his head and frowned and said: "Why do you look so good-looking? Why does a man look like a flower?"
The person next to the old Taoist said: "As long as it's suitable, it's still fresh after death. Bringing it back can be used by him. You don't care whether he looks good or not. What's the problem?"
The old Taoist nodded and said: "That's true, as long as it can be used, it is indeed a good leather bag."
The elder of Qingyun raised his head and frowned and asked: "Where did the two fellow Taoists come from? There is etiquette here in Qingyun Sect. This is our internal matter in Qingyun. I don't know you?"
These two people came out of nowhere, and what they said was also inexplicable.
The sloppy old Taoist turned his head and said: "Qingyun? The Qingyun next to Qingshan Sect?"
Elder Cao was very unhappy. What do you mean by Qingyun next to Qingshan Sect? Do we have no sense of existence? He nodded patiently and said: "Exactly."
The old Taoist nodded: "Oh"
Yu Qiuyang turned around and said: "You have to silence yourself, otherwise things in the future may be very troublesome and not easy to handle."
"Okay." The old Taoist looked at Xiang Ping's body on the ground and said softly: "We have to accept your great favor. In return, I will help you kill these people to avenge you. You have a good journey in Tianzhiling.
From now on, you will face the world again in a different way, I thank you in advance!"
The people of Qingyun Sect were suddenly stunned, quite confused by what the old Taoist said.
Yu Qiuyang suddenly stretched out his hand, and the broad-backed sword stuck on the ground fell into his hand with a "swish". The sword immediately rose up from Zhu Chungang's feet. The two of them raised their hands at the same time and dropped the sword, and suddenly it fell downwards.
Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang's strong attack was completely beyond the Qingyun Sect's expectations. The two men came suddenly and took only a few words to make their move. This made Qingyun completely unaware of the reason behind their attack.
"Kacha, kacha" the two broad-backed swords fell instantly on the bodies of Qingyun's two disciples, and their heads were immediately missing.
In the hands of Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang, the Dao Sect's Nine-Character Mantra Sword Art poured down like nine rainbows. Wherever the rainbow passed, except for the two elders of the Qingyun Sect, none of the disciples were enemies.
When the two elders saw this, they shouted in shock and anger: "Are you trying to make enemies of my Qingyun Sect?"
"Whether we are enemies or not is not up to you. We will all be silenced. Where does all this nonsense come from..."
With the joint efforts of Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang, the Qingyun Sect's people were quickly wiped out, and indeed not a single person was left alive.
The swords of Molu Mountain are far beyond what these ordinary elders of Qingyun Sect can compare with.
Xiang Ping died, his body lying quietly on the ground, two long swords thrust into his chest.
Zhu Chungang and Yu Qiuyang stood beside him.
At the same time, on the way back to Mashan Cave, Nan Sijin suddenly felt pain in his heart for some unknown reason. It was a heart-piercing pain that hurt to the core of his bones.
Nan Sijin squatted on the ground in pain, looking behind him blankly, which was the direction leading to the end of the mountain.
This is also the direction Xiang Ping went.
Nan Sijin knew that something must have happened, and it must be very important to her, but the word "impossible" was always echoing in her mind.
So Nan Sijin stood up with difficulty. She staggered a few steps, and suddenly someone flew into the air at her feet, flying towards the cave sky of Langya Mountain with all her strength.
After an unknown amount of time, Nan Sijin arrived outside Langya City. The air here was still filled with the residual smell of blood.
There was still a pool of dried blood on the ground, which seemed to be telling a scene that had happened here.
The corpses are gone, not only those of the elders and disciples of Qingyun Sect, but also Xiang Ping's corpse.
Nan Sijin stood silently, not moving for a long time. She knew that something must have happened to Xiang Ping, and she knew that the pool of blood must belong to Xiang Ping.
Although Nan Sijin didn't have any evidence, that's what she felt, because a woman's intuition is far more accurate than the evidence.
Time seems to have frozen.
There were two traces of tears on Nan Sijin's face. She squatted down, reached out to pick up the dust on the ground, and brought it to her nose with her eyes closed.
"Now that you are gone, what am I going to do alone in the world? I want to be the peak master of Nanhui and the sect leader of Qingyun. In fact, I just think that the higher and further I go, the better and better I will be with you.
It's better, but actually I'm not very interested in that position..." Nan Sijin murmured softly, with endless sadness in his voice.