Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

The gray-robed man dodged to the side, but he still underestimated the power of the golden sword energy, and was grazed on the cheek by the residual force of the sword's law...

Without the slightest emotional fluctuation, the gray-robed man lightly wiped the sword wound on his face with his fingers, looked at the blood on his hand, and said coldly:

"What powerful sword techniques! Shub Nicholas died by your sword, and it was no injustice."

Zhou Ping raised the Red Dust Sword and pointed it at the gray-robed man. "You should know that I can kill the Black Goat, and I can also kill the Key to the Gate."

The gray-robed man said, "Unfortunately, I am not the Key to the Gate, but merely an avatar of his. The true Key to the Gate still resides with him."

The man in the gray robe looked at An Qingyu and gently touched his heart with his finger.

Zhou Ping said coldly, "Since you are not the key to the gate, there's nothing more to say to you."

"Send the key to the gate to me in person."

Swish!

Zhou Ping gripped the Red Dust Sword tightly and unleashed a chilling sword aura!

The golden sword energy transformed from a thin line into a massive golden blade, cleaving the gigantic gray gate amidst the churning gray mist in two!

The giant gate collapsed, the mist dissipated, and An Qingyu's inner world regained its clarity...

Zhou Ping slowly opened his eyes, removed his hand from An Qingyu's shoulder, and gently supported him.

Jiang Er wiped away the blood that had overflowed from An Qingyu's seven orifices.

"Qingyu, Qingyu, how are you?"

An Qingyu forced a smile, patted Jiang Er's head, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Thank you, teacher," An Qingyu said to Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping helped An Qingyu up and said calmly, "Go and heal your wounds."

Jialan stepped forward, a life law emanating from his palm and flowing into An Qingyu's body.

An Qingyu's injuries began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Qiye walked to Zhou Ping's side and asked with a worried expression, "Teacher, what about Qingyu...?"

"Is it that the power of the Key to the Gate can no longer be suppressed?"

Zhou Ping shook his head and said, "That power is too strange; I can't see through it."

On the futon, Baili Pangpang secretly stretched out his little hand, made a calculation with his fingers, and the surging Yin-Yang Tai Chi phantom surrounded him.

"Don't bother. The key to the all-knowing and all-seeing gate, the unifier of all things, if you were to capture the trajectory of fate, wouldn't all those years of being a Three Pillar God have been for nothing?"

Shen Qingzhu's languid voice rang out from the side.

Baili Pangpang gave an awkward laugh, "I almost forgot, but you, this all-powerful lonely angel, are no less skilled than me at discerning the trajectory of fate."

Gu Tianchen, still half-asleep, leaned over and asked, "Is dinner ready?"

Shen Qingzhu and Baili Pangpang looked at Gu Tianchen, then exchanged a glance, and said in unison, "It's so good to live without a care in the world."

As Jialan's treatment healed An Qingyu's injuries, Zhou Ping specially asked Jiang Er to accompany An Qingyu to rest.

Jiang Er supported An Qingyu, his face still filled with worry.

An Qingyu said with a smile, "Jiang Er, you don't need to help me. I'm fine now. It's like I'm seriously injured, which makes me a laughing stock."

Jiang Er clenched her fists and said angrily, "Hmph, let's see who dares to laugh at you!"

An Qingyu smiled and squeezed Jiang Er's hand, pulling down her raised fist.

Jiang Er frowned as he felt the icy coldness of An Qingyu's palm.

Why are your hands so cold?

An Qingyu said with a smile, "I naturally have ice abilities, have you forgotten? I probably just activated them and forgot to turn them back. They'll be fine in a little while."

"Jiang Er, I'd like a cup of coffee. Could you make me one?"

"Okay, wait here. Fatty's bag has a lot of good coffee beans. I'll grind a cup for you right away."

After Jiang Er finished speaking, he quickly ran towards the direction where Baili Pangpang was.

Watching Jiang Er's departing figure, after a long while, An Qingyu looked down at her palm again.

His senses are slowly fading; he can no longer feel touch...

"Here it comes, watch out, it's hot!"

Jiang Er held up a cup of hand-ground coffee and handed it to An Qingyu.

"Thank you."

An Qingyu smiled as she took the cup of hand-ground coffee from Jiang Er's hand, and took a sip...

Jiang Er asked expectantly, "How is it? Does it make you feel any better? Is it bitter since I didn't add sugar?"

An Qingyu replied with a smile, "I feel much better now, it's not bitter at all."

Jiang Er smiled with satisfaction.

An Qingyu raised her glass and took a big gulp.

He was telling the truth, because he was slowly losing his sense of taste...

Accompanied by Jiang Er, An Qingyu walked to the foot of Qilian Mountain, not far from Jianlu.

Jiang Er picked a small pink flower from the riverbank and handed it to An Qingyu with a smile.

Is it pretty?

An Qingyu smiled and nodded, "Yes, just as beautiful as you."

Jiang Er glared at him. "Qingyu, how come you, a refined and gentle fellow, have also followed in the footsteps of those brutes and become so bad?"

"As punishment, this flower is for you. You cannot let it wither without my permission."

An Qingyu smiled and took the small pink flower from Jiang Er's hand. "Okay, I will take good care of our little flower."

A refreshing floral fragrance wafted from the stamens of the small pink flowers.

Unfortunately, the Anqing fish, which was closest to the little pink flower, could no longer smell it...

Touch, taste, smell...

An Qingyu's five senses are slowly disappearing at an eerie pace...

The two walked along the river for a long time, and Jiang Er, who had been talking the whole time, gradually realized that An Qingyu was getting further and further away from him.

"Qingyu, tell me the truth, is there something wrong with your body?"

Jiang Er keenly sensed that something was wrong with An Qingyu.

An Qingyu watched as the small pink flower in her hand gradually faded, slowly turning into a lifeless gray, and finally fading into darkness...

"No, Garan is now the supreme god who governs the laws of life. Don't you believe in her healing?" An Qingyu asked, feigning composure.

A hint of sadness appeared in Jiang Er's eyes.

"No, you can fool others, but you can't fool me. Your eyes... your eyes aren't like that..."

Jiang Er looked into An Qingyu's eyes.

Those gentle, watery gray eyes had lost their luster and could no longer reflect Jiang Er's innocent and carefree smile...

"Qingyu, Qingyu?"

Jiang Er held An Qingyu's hand and kept calling out to her, but found that An Qingyu only smiled at her and did not respond at all.

Disappearance of vision...

Hearing loss...

At this moment, An Qingyu had lost all five senses and could no longer feel Jiang Er's call.

Upon hearing Jiang Er's voice, Zhou Ping led the rest of the Nightfall Squad over.

"Qingyu?"

"Old Fish!"

"Deputy Captain An!!"

No matter how much people called out to her, An Qingyu remained unresponsive, like a smiling statue.

Zhou Ping gripped the Red Dust Sword tightly and pulled Jiang Er away from An Qingyu.

A flash of gray light, and An Qingyu transformed into a wisp of gray mist drifting in the wind, disappearing without a trace...