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Chapter 229 Extra Chapter

It's already the 749th day.

Looking at the soul-summoning formation without any changes, Jingrong had to admit a cruel fact:

He miscalculated.

In the five continents, wherever Shi Qing went, he would spend rare treasures to lay a "net of heaven and earth".

According to Luo Sha, who opened the formation, on the day of her death, the formation near the Yunqi Sect experienced a brief and intense fluctuation, and then returned to silence.

This world can no longer capture a trace of her soul.

This further confirmed Jingrong's original guess.

Yun Qing, or to be more precise, Shi Qing, does not belong to this world.

The sky is peaceful and bright, with clouds rolling and unrolling.

Maybe, she was a fairy from heaven, and she returned to heaven after going through trials and tribulations.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the mountains, I couldn't help but guess in amazement.

"Master Demon, Lu Xingxuan from the Yunqi Sect wants to see you." Behind him, Jia Yan, dressed in a black robe, said respectfully.

"Got it." He looked away with a startled look.

Since Hun Dun's death, Lu Xingxuan has been coming to the Demon Realm every few days, saying that she wants to see how the soul-calling is going. However, she always returns disappointed. Today is the last day of the soul-calling, and I guess she can't wait any longer.

In the dark and solemn hall, Lu Xingxuan sat naturally on the chair, lowering his head to play with the star dragon grass on the table.

A series of steady and heavy footsteps came closer and closer, and she stood up almost impatiently, her eyes shining.

"How is it?"

A dazzling glass bead appeared out of thin air, its clear blue color was calm, without any waves caused by summoning spirits.

Her eyes dimmed gradually. Lu Xingxuan bit her lip and confirmed stubbornly, "Is this a failure?"

He didn't say anything, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his loss and frustration were evident in his words.

Although I had made sufficient preparations before coming, when I saw it with my own eyes, sadness and grief inevitably welled up in my heart.

Lu Xingxuan sniffed, her voice choking with sobs:

"Master lied to me. She said you can summon spirits."

Jingrong sat down next to the Star Dragon Grass and said in a cold voice with no expression on his face, "She is just a liar who tells lies all the time."

Sensing the stagnant atmosphere, the Star Dragon Grass pricked up its ears while absorbing the nectar in the cup.

Seeing his cold and slightly reproachful tone, Lu Xingxuan hesitated to speak.

"What do you want to say?" He raised his eyelids in shock, and his deep eyes gently floated over her.

"Are you really Lin Zhou?" Lu Xingxuan opened her lips and asked.

"Yes and no."

The young man always wears simple blue sect uniform, with his ponytail flying high, and looks full of vigor and vitality.

This man had a charming and delicate face, and his facial features were not similar to Lin Zhou at all. His long hair like a waterfall was scattered on his muscular chest. His dark clothes made his sturdy figure more prominent. Every move he made exuded a strong sense of oppression.

"You are not him."

Lu Xingxuan affirmed, as if she had thought of something, her eyes were empty, "If it was Lin Zhou, he would probably be so upset that he went crazy."

There is no doubt that the boy might leave with that person.

He paid too much attention to his master. If his master was a little cold on weekdays, he would be depressed for the whole day; if his master was cheerful and talkative, he would be in high spirits.

The boy is like a kite, with the string pulled by time. The trapped freedom is more like the candied nectar he craves for.

Such anxiety about gains and losses is really too abnormal.

Lu Xingxuan usually didn't take it seriously, but when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she was the only one left on the cold snowy peak. She tossed and turned in the endless night, and scenes from the past emerged in her mind.

The neglected details hide the boy's admiration, excitement, sadness, jealousy...

Just like a magnolia tree quietly placed in a corner of a small green courtyard, it grows gradually with the passing of time, and its blooming white petals can no longer be concealed, poking its head out from the lush greenery.

"Lin Zhou likes Master."

Suddenly, Lu Xingxuan blurted out, staring at the man with her bloodshot almond eyes.

So, what about you who used to be Lin Zhou?

The fingertips that were tapping the rim of the cup froze in shock and he remained silent.

Once a disciple of the same master, he has now transformed himself into a well-known Demon Lord, able to abandon his past and is not at all affected by her death.

But she had to bear the condemnation of her conscience for killing her master alone, and the repression of many days finally broke out at this moment.

"Guess what I saw when I was cleaning Master's room a few days ago?" Lu Xingxuan mentioned it casually, his eyes moving around, his expression still showing no special emotion.

Indifferent, unconcerned.

She curled her lips maliciously and continued, "In the deepest part of the cabinet, there is a portrait of a man, as gentle as jade, elegant and refined."

"The edges are slightly yellowed, and the paint on the painting has faded a lot, it looks quite old. However, there is not a speck of dust on it, which shows that Master cherishes it very much."

At this point, Jingrong finally reacted. He raised his head and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Master Demon is so smart, he should understand what I mean." A layer of frost gathered in his eyes, and Lu Xingxuan forced a fake smile, "Lin Zhou would probably be very sad if he knew, but fortunately he is not here."

She has always had a lover, so she rejected me again and again.

No matter whether he was Lin Zhou or Jing Rong, neither of them received any favor from her.

A dense feeling of bitterness rose up, and the stagnant mood suddenly turned into an upside-down world, with huge waves submerging the small boat.

"You said all this just to get revenge on me?"

The needle hit the target directly between the eyebrows.

She hated him for disregarding the friendship between them in the past, and for allowing the army of monsters to wreak havoc after becoming the Demon Lord. She was indifferent to her death, and now she accepted the failure of her soul summoning even more calmly.

Lu Xingxuan looked at him coldly, "Shouldn't I hate you? Master treats you so well on weekdays. You know that she values ​​Yunqi Sect more than anything else. It would be fine if you didn't care about her becoming a demon lord, but you indulge her and help her!"

Countless disciples were injured by the sharp teeth of the monsters, their flesh and blood were stained with white bones.

The nectar on the table was completely sucked up by the Star Dragon Grass. His fingertips curled up in shock, and after a while he suddenly laughed softly.

"Lu Xingxuan, ask yourself, are you saying this out of jealousy or resentment?"

Jingrong shook his sleeves, lay back, narrowed his eyes, and waited for her answer calmly.

Lu Xingxuan was stunned for a moment and did not answer.

"If it's the former, then it's me who is jealous of you." The voice was very low, like a person's whispering in the middle of the night.

Despite this, Lu Xingxuan heard every word.

Before she could ask why, the man's deep and complex gaze fell on her fingers on the table, "The sword she gave you is called the God and Demon Sword, right?"

He subconsciously rubbed the slightly cool ring finger, and felt a hard and sharp sensation on the fingertip. Lu Xingxuan seemed to smile.

That day, the thunder tribulation that everyone saw was indeed a sign of ascension to become a god. Coincidentally, after she passed the tribulation, she ran into the sword without hesitation.

If it's simply because you don't want to be controlled by chaos, that's not entirely true.

To be precise, her words and actions were more like luring people into a trap.

Later he ordered people to investigate, and the truth was just as he had guessed.

"The Sword of Gods and Demons was born during the ancient war between gods and demons. It can kill gods and demons, is omnipotent, and is the best weapon to destroy chaos. Although I don't know how she found these, it will cost a lot to reforge it."

Having said this, Jingrong lazily lifted his eyelids, his eyes showing an eerie calmness, "Drink up the blood of the gods and demons, and the sword will be completed."

Unconsciously, Lu Xingxuan slowly straightened his back, his nerves were highly tense, and a huge absurdity gradually overflowed from his throat.

The look of shock continued, but the words he said made her shudder with fear.

"That demon is me, or rather, Lin Zhou."

His expression was calm and there was not a trace of sadness or disappointment on his face, as if the person who died under the sword was not him.

The blood in his body was flowing coldly through his limbs and bones. Lu Xingxuan was frozen and didn't speak, or perhaps he didn't know what to say.

The period of absence was clearly described in a few words.

Two disciples, one became a sacrifice and the other became the executioner.

But they are still jealous of each other.

After all, they are all just poor people.

The person who controlled everything ended it all with his stubbornness, madness and tragedy, before the suffering could spread.

When Lu Xingxuan left the Demon Realm, it was sunset. The setting sun outside the palace shone obliquely onto the table, and a few rays of sunlight passed through the dust, sprinkling on the angular profile of the person with a startling expression. Half of the person stood in the light, and the other half was hidden in the growing darkness.