Yuqiongyin

"nothing."

Fu Qi lowered her eyes and spoke softly to comfort her, but the blood in her mouth could not stop flowing from the corners of her lips, dripping onto her robe and disappearing again.

Holding the sword in hand, Fu Qi cut his fingertips, and the divine blood overflowed from the wound and spread along the sword. He showed his stance smoothly, with a rare flamboyant and playful smile on his face. His eyes moved with every move and sword, and the smile at the corner of his lips was even more unrestrained.

"Come."

Shu Qingmo's thick demonic energy swept out from his body, and several blood-red rays of light flew towards Fu Qi.

The natal swords Ji Ye and Yue Ji have followed Fu Qi for many years, and the accumulated tacit understanding can be said to be a telepathic connection. As Fu Qi wields the long swords wantonly, dazzling sword beams continue to rise, resisting Shu Qingmo's attacks time and time again.

The silver-white sword light and the blood-red devil energy collided with each other, making continuous sounds of breaking through the air.

The knife and the sword clearly felt that the current Fuqiu was very different from her before. The divinity-filled Fuqiu before would never be like now. Every move she made was aimed at the vital points, leaving Shu Qingmo no chance to fight back.

Now she is on the verge of falling into evil.

Here, Fu Qi held the sword in his right hand, and the brilliant sword light like a silver dragon kept dancing along with his movements, flying up and down and accompanying him, while the other hand was also quietly forming seals behind his back.

The purple-black robe fluttered in the fierce wind. Fu Qi turned the hilt of the sword with her wrist, and the sword light flashed. She smiled provocatively, "Thunder."

Then he covered the sword with his left hand, with thunder entwined around it. With a turn of the sword tip, he had already cut off Shu Qingmo's left arm.

When Shu Qingmo came to his senses, he saw that Fu Qi had retreated to the top of the mountain, her collar and skirt fluttering, soft silver silk wrapped around her fingertips, smoothing out the wound.

Shu Qingmo looked at her, a cold smile on his face: "As expected of you, you are the disciple of the Six Realms God. You have even learned this cruel killing move perfectly. It seems that you are no worse than him when he was practicing both God and Demon."

"From falling to being a demon to becoming a god is just a matter of a thought for me. Do you really think that if I fall to being a demon, you can replace me as the Heavenly Dao?"

Fu Qi lowered her eyes, and gently stroked the blood-stained sword with her fingertips, recalling her previous conversation with Ji Rongcheng:

"Wan Wan, let's not talk about anything else. To practice dual cultivation of gods and demons, you will have to endure the pain of countless resentful and demonic energy entering your body. Since ancient times, gods and demons cannot coexist. The two paths of gods and demons are churning and colliding in your internal organs. It is no exaggeration to say that the pain is like being bitten by thousands of ants. Even after thousands of years, it will still be difficult to get rid of. Can you bear it?"

Ji Rongcheng knew that Fu Qi had already made the decision. The gods and demons have been incompatible since ancient times, and this had started billions of years ago.

Back then, he and Fiji were the only ones who practiced both the divine and demonic ways. However, Fiji was ultimately unable to resist the erosion of the demonic energy and could only pass away in the ancestral land of the Miyue Altar.

Not to mention others who want to practice both the ways of gods, demons, immortals and monsters. Once they are possessed by the devil, there is no room for recovery, and in the end they will all end up being possessed by the devil and turned into ashes.

As for himself, after Fiji passed away and placed Fuqi in Xilian Peak, he separated his own demonic energy from his body and sealed it under the altar of the ancient temple.

Ji Rongcheng sighed softly. If those things hadn't happened, perhaps all this would not have happened again to Fu Qi, the successor to the Heavenly Dao.

"Master, I understand what you mean. As a Heavenly Dao, I can practice the six Daos of Moon, Gold, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth. Why can't I practice the Demonic Dao? The cultivation of Heavenly Dao is different from that of other Daos, but the cultivation of all things in this world is to adopt the breath and integrate the Dao. Although I am different from them, I also want to give it a try."

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, I will teach you how to practice this magic way."

Thinking of this, Fu Qi, who was standing on the top of the mountain, looked towards Ji Rongcheng outside the silver-white barrier, as if he had noticed something, and their eyes met.

"Be careful." Ji Rongcheng protected the other injured people and gave them a reminder through voice transmission.

Fu Qi nodded slightly in response.

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