Mortals ask the immortals

After a while, the world finally returned to peace.

At this time, the island, which was originally a hundred feet in size, no longer existed. It fell apart under the impact of the three water dragons.

All that remained were a few scattered pieces of land-based rocks that were exposed above the water.

And Duan Qing and the other four who were previously in the center of the island were completely missing, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

At this time, three figures appeared out of thin air in the air nearby, looking at the shattered island.

The leader was a skinny young man in gorgeous clothes with a cold look in his eyes.

Behind the young man in gorgeous clothes were two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin, with expressionless faces.

The young man in fancy clothes scanned the scene, turned his head slightly and asked the two people behind him: "Is anyone dead?"

The thin middle-aged man among the two closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, and replied: "Except for us, no living breath was found at the scene."

The young man in fancy clothes seemed a little unconvinced, and reminded: "You must search carefully, that kid knows a hidden magic, and he has some tricks."

The thin middle-aged man frowned slightly when he heard it, and then used the magic of spiritual eyes to search again with perception.

After a while, the thin middle-aged man seemed to have really found some clues, looking at the opposite side of the island more than a hundred feet away.

"There!"

As soon as the voice fell, the thin middle-aged man immediately chased to the opposite side of the island.

Afterwards, the fat middle-aged man followed the young man in fancy clothes.

After chasing for about a few hundred feet across the island, the thin middle-aged man suddenly waved his hand and grabbed forward.

A giant palm several feet in size condensed out of thin air a hundred feet in front of him, grabbing into the air, as if trying to grab something.

However, before the giant palm closed, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the palm, and the giant palm several feet in size suddenly split into two, and then turned into a pool of water and fell into the lake.

At the same time, Duan Qing's figure also appeared in the air.

He did not continue to escape, but calmly looked at the three young men in gorgeous clothes who caught up with him.

He glanced at the fat and thin middle-aged man, and then set his eyes on the young man in gorgeous clothes in the middle, and said coldly: "Senior Brother Mo is in a good mood. Follow me all the way to enjoy the lake!"

The young man in gorgeous clothes was Mo Jian.

Compared with ten years ago, Mo Jian in front of him was like a different person.

Ten years ago, Mo Jian looked handsome and well-proportioned.

But now Mo Jian is skinny, his cheeks and eye sockets are sunken, and he has heavy dark circles under his eyes, like an evil ghost who has not woken up.

Mo Jian stared at Duan Qing in front of him, his eyes full of hatred, and laughed wildly: "Haha, little bastard, I thought you were going to stay in Qingfengjian for the rest of your life!"

"What if you have been in the limelight for the past ten years, you still have to die in my hands in the end!"

"Haha...!"

Mo Jian laughed louder and louder, and more and more crazily, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment of the past ten years.

For Duan Qing, the past ten years have been a decade of gradual fame and rapid progress in cultivation.

But for him, Mo Jian, it was like hell.

Since he and Duan Qing escaped from the wasteland of Yunzhou ten years ago, the more than a year in the wasteland has become a nightmare that he can never get rid of.

Especially the fact that he buried Li Nian with his own hands in order to get out of it himself, which made him feel a knot in his heart.

He was cold by nature, and didn't care at all at first, thinking that he could ignore these things.

But he was wrong. He found that he couldn't get around this knot. He often dreamed of Li Nian's tragic death and the things that happened in the wasteland of Yunzhou.

After that, his nightmare began!

Because of this knot, his cultivation never improved, and he was always stuck in the late stage of the Questioning Heart Realm, unable to break through.

Ten years later, Duan Qing's cultivation level was raised to the late stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm, while he was still stuck in the late stage of the Questioning Heart Realm.

In the past ten years, in order to untie this knot, he madly trained himself and constantly completed the sect's tasks in order to train his state of mind.

But these were completely useless. Not only did his knot not get untied, but it got worse and worse.

Especially when Duan Qing became famous and defeated Yu Ya in the Shenxu Domain and became the second young man of the Shendao Sect, his knot almost became a demon.

Over the years, as Duan Qing's reputation grew, his demon became more serious, and from time to time he would fall into a state of madness and could not restrain himself.

He envied Duan Qing and hated Duan Qing even more.

As the son of the law enforcement elder of the Shinto Sect, he is a child of destiny. How can he not be compared with a peasant from a small southern world?

Why did Duan Qing, a peasant, make rapid progress in his cultivation and win the favor of his sweetheart Xue Wanyun?

But Mo Jian could not make any progress for many years and became neither human nor ghost. Xue Wanyun never had a good face towards him.

Later, he understood.

It turned out that the source of his pain in these years was Duan Qing.

If he had not followed Duan Qing into the wasteland of Yunzhou, the subsequent events would not have happened.

Even worse, if Duan Qing had not appeared in the Shinto Sect, Xue Wanyun might have become his Taoist partner now, and he would have been at his side.

He knew that only when Duan Qing disappeared completely could his inner demons be eliminated.

So, he no longer sought other ways to eliminate his inner demons, and only wanted to get rid of Duan Qing.

For this purpose, he kept an eye on Duan Qing's actions and looked for opportunities to attack Duan Qing.

Unfortunately, Duan Qing had been staying in the Shinto Sect for the past ten years and had never left. He was filled with hatred but had no chance to vent it.

Finally, he got his chance.

As soon as Duan Qing left the Shinto Sect, he led people to follow him secretly.

He couldn't bear it several times on the way and wanted his men to take action.

But considering that Duan Qing was still close to the Shinto Sect, he had to force himself to hold back the impulse.

Now Duan Qing has a great reputation in the Shinto Sect, and he is also a disciple of Mu Yu. If he doesn't do things cleanly and is discovered, it will be very troublesome even with his identity.

And now, in this Pinghu Island group, he has basically confirmed that there is no risk, so naturally he doesn't want Duan Qing to live.

When he thought that Duan Qing would die here today, he was so excited that every pore of his body was cheering.

He couldn't wait to see the scene of Duan Qing's death.

Seeing Mo Jian's crazy look, Duan Qing's face was unmoved, but he sighed in his heart.

He didn't feel sorry for Mo Jian, but he felt that the world was impermanent.

Recalling how high-spirited he was when he first met Mo Jian at the gate of the Shinto Sect more than ten years ago.

At that time, he was just a small cultivator in the early stage of the questioning state.

At that time, Mo Jian, who was in the late stage of the Questioning Heart Realm and the son of the law enforcement elder of the Shinto Sect, was someone he looked up to.

However, now, Mo Jian was nothing more than a clown to him.

Although he didn't know the specific reason why he became like this, he knew that it was probably due to his paranoid mind.

In order to escape first, he didn't hesitate to kill his fellow disciple Li Nian. Thinking about it now, his behavior is still outrageous.

As the saying goes, karma comes and goes, and all these things are purely Mo Jian's own fault.