Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

This time, the Heavenly Soul Emperor obviously did not intend to say anything useful, but just said with a fake smile:

"It seems you have learned a lot from Luo Guanhe."

"But so what?"

"I'm just an accidental product of the collision between the gray fog and the Luoguan River. No one has given me any mission or task. I live solely by my heart. I simply want to become an immortal and dominate the world. What's wrong with that?"

Lu Zhiqiu nodded and said:

"No problem, but it's too rigid. It's like reading a novel where good and evil cannot coexist."

"In my opinion, your mission is to draw the gray fog out of the Sixty-Four Hexagrams Sky Curtain and spread it to all parts of the Luofu Realm."

"There are two ways."

"One is to collect the remaining fragments of the map and open the Heaven-Suppressing Curtain."

"The other is what you're currently doing. You're spreading strange, evil energy throughout the world, causing natural treasures to wither and lose their effectiveness, and causing cultivators to develop various defects. This is exactly the same sign as before the fall of the Upper Three Realms."

When Emperor Tianhun heard Lu Zhiqiu's words, he felt like he was struck by lightning and his whole body froze for a moment.

It was at this moment that he was almost caught up by the sword light.

Fortunately, Lu Zhiqiu added some more water, giving him time to react.

He ran wildly again, wiping the sweat from his forehead and said miserably:

"You know so much."

"Then why are you asking me? I don't know any more than you do."

Lu Zhiqiu laughed and said:

"Don't say that. No one here will believe it."

"Tell me quickly, where does this gray fog come from, and what is its ultimate goal? If you cooperate, I might be able to spare your life."

Emperor Tianhun's expression changed from gloomy to bright, and he finally gritted his teeth and asked:

"really?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Then remove this sword light first."

"it is good."

Lu Zhiqiu's mind moved.

The sword light was really withdrawn.

Emperor Tianhun, who was finally able to take a breath, also showed a look of surviving a disaster and slowly flew to Lu Zhiqiu's side.

"The origin of the gray fog is truly complex."

"I remember it was two hundred thousand years ago, a..."

He was mid-sentence.

Suddenly, a bone spur flew out from his sleeve, carrying a strong immortal power, and went straight for Lu Zhiqiu's head.

"Hahaha, didn't anyone tell you not to let the enemy get close to you?"

"Even if it's an enemy that has already surrendered."

He laughed out loud, having great confidence in this bone spur.

It was as if he had already seen Lu Zhiqiu falling to the ground with a look of unwillingness and despair on his face.

He cut this bone spur out of the immortal's arm.

Being shot at such a close distance, Lu Zhiqiu had no way to dodge. Once she was stabbed, the immortal power would instantly sweep through her body. Even though she was the noble master of the immortal sword, she would surely die on the spot.

pity.

If he, who is not even considered a human being, understands this truth, how could Lu Zhiqiu not understand it?

She had a thought in her mind.

The Baier Qinguan sword that had just been put away appeared in front of him in an instant and stabbed straight forward.

This sword.

It is a sword that is truly powerful enough to rival that of an immortal.

Under the sword light, the bone spur only lasted three breaths before it began to shatter, first into several sections, then into small pieces, then into powder, and finally into complete nothingness, wiped out from this world.

then.

The sword light swallowed up Emperor Tianhun in his horrified eyes.

Emperor Tianhun was instantly reduced to dust.

Then it turned back into a mysterious and powerful gray mist.

In the gray fog.

The last bit of consciousness left in Emperor Tianhun was still laughing wildly:

"Just wait, I'll be back."

"Immortal power can only erase my will, but my essence, as part of the gray mist, will return to it. This is a higher-level power that immortal power cannot erase."

Lu Zhiqiu squinted his eyes and looked at the gray fog.

It is indeed like pure gold that remains unchanged after being refined a hundred times, with no signs of being destroyed.

But this time.

Bai Er Qin Guan Jian suddenly circled around her, like a lion being provoked, and he couldn't wait to rush forward and give the other person an unforgettable impression.

Lu Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows and said:

"Do you have a way to deal with it?"

The hundred and two Qinguan swords flew up and down, as if nodding.

Lu Zhiqiu didn't hesitate either.

Let Bai Er Qin Guan Jian do it.

The Baier Qinguan Sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword was inserted into the gray fog, and the gray fog immediately began to turn red.

"No, this is... the gray fog is disintegrating. It's impossible. Not even an immortal can do this!"

"This sword is more than just a magical sword!"

"I sensed it. It's stained with the blood of fallen immortals, but...but the fallen immortals born from those immortals are still being nurtured in the immortal world, and I haven't heard of anyone being killed in battle. Why is this sword..."

The consciousness in the gray fog seemed to be under great stimulation, speaking incoherently, with the voice sometimes high and sometimes low.

But these words made Lu Zhiqiu's heart move.

The Hundred and Two Qin Guan Swords come from the future.

From tens of thousands of years later.

From Xu Xianxian and Xia Yuke.

In other words... in the future, they would have already come into contact with the fairy world, and even fought and killed the so-called "fallen fairies".

But what is a fallen immortal?

Lu Zhiqiu looked at the shrinking gray fog, then looked at the Luoguan River not far away, and suddenly a guess arose in his mind -

Fallen Immortals, could they be the immortals who were copied and replaced by the gray fog?

Just like Luo Guanhe will eventually be replaced by Tianhun Emperor.

Chapter 4: Plundering the Heavenly Soul Palace's Lair (k)

pity.

Lu Zhiqiu's guess can no longer be verified.

Because of this gray fog.

In the blink of an eye, it had turned into complete nothingness. Those few words just now were already his last words before death.

Lu Zhiqiu glanced at the cheering Xiaojian with a hint of resentment:

"If I had known, I wouldn't have let you eat so quickly. I wanted to ask him a few more questions, but now that he's dead, there's no one to answer my questions."

Xiaojian knocked Lu Zhiqiu's head with the hilt of the sword, as if he was upset.

Lu Zhiqiu touched the blade of the small sword, smiled and shook his head:

"Okay, okay, I asked you to do it, I can't blame you."

"And I was just joking. This guy obviously can't reveal any more secrets about the Gray Mist. Even if we keep him alive, he probably won't obey us and will just keep eating up the rice. So, let's just kill him."

"Anyway, I can still go to Region A to find my other self. She's sure to know everything."

Take a deep breath.

Lu Zhiqiu took back the 120 Qinguan swords and met the other two people who were watching the battle.

"Great! The Heavenly Soul Emperor is finally dead. We can be considered to have achieved a stage victory."

Xiao Yanqing hugged her master's arm and smiled with her eyes curved.

Luo Guanhe rubbed his brows, a trace of pain still lingering on his face, and said quietly:

"Senior Lu, this attack of yours truly stung my scalp. If I didn't trust you enough, I would have suspected you had a grudge against me and deliberately used this method to trick me into lowering my guard and putting me to death."

Lu Zhiqiu laughed:

"Who made you so powerful, and your bond with the Heavenly Soul Emperor so strong? I almost failed to cut it off, but luckily I'm strong. You should be thankful."

When Lu Zhiqiu swung his sword.

Of course, she did not forget to ask Luo Guanhe to release the defense of his sea of ​​consciousness and take advantage of the intersection of soul and life to cut off the connection between the [original body] and the [clone].

But the connection is very close.

Even though her talent came from the Book of All Omens and was of extremely high quality, it still took her a lot of effort to acquire it.

During this process, Luo Guanhe naturally suffered a lot.

But it's okay.

Being alive is already the greatest victory, and it also resolves this inexplicable connection. Luo Guanhe feels that this pain is worth it.

now.

In this whole little world, no one can stop them.

As for the immortal objects of Emperor Tianhun.

They would have been destroyed by Lu Zhiqiu under the sword light long ago, otherwise the other party might really think that these scraps of metal could be compared with the Bai Er Qin Guan Sword, which would be a huge insult to the Bai Er Qin Guan Sword.

Lu Zhiqiu stretched himself, pointed to a huge palace not far away, and said with a smile:

"Let's go, it's time to collect our spoils."

Enter the palace.

One has to say that Emperor Tianhun is indeed a person born from the gray fog. In the palace, apart from gray tones, no other colors can be seen.

The piles of dust made Lu Zhiqiu feel dizzy.

She suppressed her psychological discomfort, searched everywhere with her spiritual consciousness, and finally found the last piece of the incomplete picture.

The remaining picture lay quietly in a box.

Lu Zhiqiu glanced at Luo Guanhe.

Luo Guanhe understood and immediately activated his spiritual power, opening the box with a strange method.

Xiao Yanqing was amazed:

"It seems like it was a good decision to bring Sect Leader Luo along this time."

"Once we enter this small world, it's like entering our own home. We can avoid all kinds of traps and easily open all kinds of mechanisms. We don't need to put in any extra effort."

Luo Guanhe chuckled: