C133 (2/2)

Qin Lie laughed bitterly, he was unable to hold it in. The impact it had on the hearts of people was too great. Even Duan Yun who had experienced blood and slaughter would find it hard to endure.

He looked at his hand again and saw that the greyish air had already dispersed. The frost power in the surroundings also retreated a few breaths ago.

However, his hand was still pale. Although the death aura had yet to enter his body, it still affected his body.

If one looked closely, they would see that the skin had aged to the age of middle-aged. Fortunately, he was already peeling. He estimated that he would be able to recover in three days.

This was the price of using the River Styx to his death. With his current Cultivation Level, every second he used it would reduce his lifespan by one month.

The higher the Cultivation Level, the stronger the death energy that was gathered, the more life they would need. Even a martial artist in the Fragmentation Realm who had cultivated for a thousand years as a Longevity would not be able to withstand it.

But that was secondary, and the real cost was not there. Every time he used the Styx to his death, his emotions would become more indifferent. The more he accumulated, the more he would become a person without any emotions.

This set of sword art, was something he would never want to use in his entire life if he could. Even more so, she did not wish for Duan Yun to see his current appearance.

With a sigh, Qin Lie put the Rushing Thunder Sword away again. At that moment, the Xiao Jin seemed to be affected by the death aura, and its entire body froze.

Qin Lie was busy injecting Genuine Qi to help the Xiao Jin warm up. Then, he heard Duan Yun say with a face full of reverence: ”Brother Qin, when your hair was white, you were so domineering!”

Just as he was thinking about whether that white hair would go back or not. Qin Lie's hair. His hair had turned back to black in the blink of an eye.

Qin Lie did not say a word as he turned his head to look at the Demon Clan slaves.

The girl from the demon clan had long since lost her life. The Profound Qi only lasted for a few breaths.

As for the rest of the people, they were equally creepy. Blood colored bugs were coming out of their mouths, noses, and ears.

What was even more depressing was that these people didn't even have the slightest feeling towards this.

Qin Lie's heart sank slightly as it was filled with an icy chill. This was the method of the Magic Flag Sect. He should not have given up hope.

The only thing they could think of was to free these people quickly.

A hundred miles away from the spirit mine, a huge ball of fire suddenly lit up the sky.

It was similar to the fire Message Symbol of the Dan Quan Zong, but when this ball of flames exploded, there was a gigantic word ”Qin”, and it did not disappear for a long time.

Right below where the fiery light shone, two Cloud-stepping Carriage stood side by side. There were more than ten stallions beside him, as well as a few human silhouettes.

An old man in his sixties sat atop one of the carriages. He had thick fur on his face, thick eyebrows, and tiger stripes on his body. His eyes were like wheels as they flickered with a bright light. His aura was focused and majestic. At this moment, he had an extremely unsightly expression on his face as he looked at the scene before him.

”Where did Qin Lie go? Why haven't they seen him yet? You clearly know that you are in a deadly situation, why are you still running around? ”

Standing respectfully in front of the old man was Lian Fan. He was expressionless, but his appearance was slightly awkward.

As a carriage driver, he also had the responsibility of protecting Qin Lie. But Qin Lie had already disappeared for an entire two days.

Behind the old man was a middle-aged man in his thirties. It was also an imposing manner, and his body was sturdy and strong. He had a gloomy face, and his features were straight. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him. There were three long whiskers on each side of his lips. They were descending together, and it seemed as if they were enraged to the extreme.

And the two standing on top of the other carriage was none other than Lin Miaoke and Lin Miaoke. Upon hearing the old man's words, his brows twitched as he looked at Zhao Yu in reproach, ”Do you know where the successor is? Why didn't you ask me to explain it clearly at that time? ”

Zhao Yu shook his head, and pointed to the hills to the side, as an answer.

With that little devil's personality, how would he dare to ask? Even if he asked, Qin Lie would probably just ignore him.

She finally understood that Qin Lie had treated her like dust. He hated her and didn't want to waste his time thinking about her.

The sixty year old man's eyes were wide open, and his stare was a bit unsteady. Snorting again, he closed his eyes and said, ”Why aren't you saying anything? Mute? ”

Lian Fan then moved his body and bent down slightly: ”Senior, please do not be impatient. I believe that Young Lord Qin Lie will be able to return very quickly. With Young Lord's power, you will definitely be safe and sound. ”

”With the power of the Young Lord, you're safe and sound? Heh, I, Hu Ze, am truly unaware of what kind of ability he has! Who are you? Do I remember you being one of Qin Lie's guards? ”

The old man let out a cold laugh, and looked at Lian Fan with a stern and cold expression: ”If you have any lies, I will definitely make you break your bones.”

Lin Miaoke's breath caught in her throat as she lightly shook her cherry lips and unconsciously clenched her fists tightly.

Lian Fan's expression changed, but he did not dare resist, and only revealed a look of anxiety on his face.

That person, why had he not arrived yet?

He then nervously laughed, and said: ”My name is Lian Fan, I am the carriage driver that Mayor had sent to protect Young Lord. Where is Young Lord Qin Lie, Lian Fan does not dare to guess, and even if I say it, senior would not believe me. Please rest assured, my lord, that this Young Lord will not disappoint you! ”

Hearing that, Hu Ze did not comment, but the middle-aged man behind him sneered: ”Won't he disappoint my father? Qin Lie has long disappointed my Heavenly Demon Sect from top to bottom. What right did he have to not disappoint his father? ”Oh, that's true. They don't give up hope, so naturally, they won't be disappointed …”

Lian Fan was silent for a while, and did not speak. However, Hu Ze's gaze turned cold, and he began to berate: ”Hu Rui, shut up! No matter what, Qin Lie is still the son of my brother Wuya? If you say that he's not, do you believe that I'll kick you out of the house? ”

Hu Rui was startled, and sulkily kept his mouth shut, as a few signs of unwillingness could be seen on his face. Hu Ze also looked up at the sky again, only to see that the word ”Qin” had already started to dim.

He could not help but frown. ”Send me another talisman!” Don't stop. Since you have to wait for Qin Lie's return, then wait for him. I'll wait for him here for another half a day. ”Just consider it as giving Brother Wuya a little bit of effort …”

Lin Miaoke's willow-shaped eyebrows immediately frowned slightly.