Chapter 27 The Infinite Abyss 3

And after finishing his official duties, he turned around and left!

This NPC is really thorough and straightforward, without any sloppiness. Completely consistent with the style of the original work, wherever Luo Binghe needs him, he will appear inexplicably. It’s so far-fetched, so unique, and requires no logic!

Far-fetched, the only thing Shen Qingqiu has to face next is the last hurdle.

Luo Binghe, who had gone through a fierce battle and was half-kneeling in the ruins, looked blank at the moment, but he seemed ready to tear everything apart at any time. His head is now like an extinct volcano that has been dormant for many years, suddenly erupting, with magma flowing in his veins. Just thinking about it, even Shen Qingqiu seemed to have bone pain and headache.

The system issued an unprecedented sharp prompt:

【warn! The key mission: "The endless abyss and endless hatred, the sky full of crystal frost and blood and tears" is officially launched! If it cannot be completed, the protagonist's satisfaction level will be -20,000! 】

Is it my misunderstanding that the names of task items are getting more and more mouthless every time?

And it seems that what I said when I confirmed with you the day before yesterday was>

Has it doubled in just a few days?

Shen Qingqiu walked tremblingly to Luo Binghe, who was still in a semi-mad state, slapped him on the back several times, and injected some remaining spiritual energy into his body.

Do you think it would work so easily? Beautiful thought!

Not only did Luo Binghe not wake up, the demonic energy in his body rebounded, forcing Shen Qingqiu to spurt out a mouthful of blood that he had endured for a long time.

Only then did Luo Binghe wake up a little.

He slowly emerged from the chaos and could barely spell out some vague words. The familiar face gradually became clearer.

Shen Qingqiu saw that his eyes were finally clearer, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said in a calm tone: "Are you awake?"

After a pause: "If you wake up, we can have a good talk."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Luo Binghe, tell the truth, how long have you been practicing demon magic?"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Binghe seemed to have plummeted from a suffocating altitude into a bone-chilling pool. He couldn't help but wake up completely.

He looked at Shen Qingqiu's cold face, and his heart dropped.

In the past, Shen Qingqiu would always call him Binghe instead of calling him by his first name.

He whispered: "Master, disciple can explain."

Although Luo Binghe is still a young man, he has always been calm and calm, and he is more mature than a young man. At this time, you can actually see a panic look on his face, as if he is in a hurry to explain but doesn't know where to start.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear to see the dignified male protagonist reduced to this level. He couldn't bear it and rushed to speak: "Shut up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he was not sure and his tone was too harsh. Luo Binghe also seemed to be frightened by him, like a child who had been slapped. He was confused and stared at him blankly with his dark eyes, and he obeyed and kept silent.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but look directly into his eyes and recited the lines dryly: "When did it start?"

"...Two years ago."

Shen Qingqiu remained silent. He answered every question and was so honest that it seemed like he was really frightened.

Little did he know, Luo Binghe automatically thought of his silence as "Very good. You villain, you actually hid it from me for so long!"

Shen Qingqiu said softly: "Two years, no wonder you have made rapid progress to this extent. Luo Binghe, you are worthy of Luo Binghe. You are indeed gifted."

In fact, this sentence is really a sentiment purely from the heart. As the male protagonist, Luo Binghe is indeed extremely talented. If Shen Qingqiu was forced to say it meant something, it would mean envy with a little bit of jealousy.

But to Luo Binghe, the meaning was completely different.

He immediately knelt down in front of Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu's old life is over. There is gold under the man's knees, and the hero kneels down and dies. If Luo Binghe was kneeled down by him again at this critical moment, wouldn't Luo Binghe feel even more resentful when he thinks about it in the future? He immediately waved his sleeves: "Get up!"

Luo Binghe was driven to his feet by the strong wind in his sleeves, and took several steps back, becoming more and more confused.

You have done something wrong, it is so wrong that you cannot save it, and you are no longer qualified to kneel down to Master and ask for forgiveness?

He murmured, "But Master, you said that people are divided into good and evil, and demons are divided into good and evil. There is no one in the world who...heaven and earth cannot tolerate."

Did I say that? After many years, Shen Qingqiu thought about it seriously.

It's like he really said that!

It's just that at that time, there were long-term considerations for the future, but now there is even more danger of a knife-edge hanging on one's neck.

Although it is a last resort, wouldn't it be a little too shameless to slap yourself in the face now?

"You are not an ordinary demon." Shen Qingqiu said: "The emblem on your forehead is the sin mark of the fallen demon. This clan has caused countless murders in the world, and it is even more difficult to control the mind. Since ancient times, disasters have occurred in droves . No matter what, you can’t compare with other demons. I can’t wait for you to lose control of your killing addiction to prove that I was wrong.”

Hearing Shen Qingqiu say this with his own ears shattered his hopes, and Luo Binghe's eyes turned red.

He said tremblingly: "...but you said so."

I've said a lot. I even painted hundreds of red letters saying that I wanted to castrate Shen Qingqiu.

...not funny at all.

Shen Qingqiu, who has always been very good at self-psychological adjustment, complained with a new frequency today, setting new records like crazy. However, he could not relax. Instead, he felt tired and pale.

He kept brainwashing himself: The pain and torture Luo Binghe was experiencing now was what he would have to experience in the future when he stood above thousands of people. How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without going through a bone-chilling cold? How can you harm the world's great devil without practicing in a deep pit for three years. I have my inner demons in my hand, I have the world at my fingertips, and I have three thousand harems without sun dogs... But it's useless.

Totally useless. Can't get high.

Shen Qingqiu raised his head suddenly, made a sword move, recalled Xiu Ya, and held it in his hand.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and tiny tendons appeared. Luo Binghe still couldn't believe it: "Master, do you really want to kill me?"

Shen Qingqiu couldn't look at his expression, and looked straight through his figure: "I don't want to kill you."

In Luo Binghe's memory, he had never seen Shen Qingqiu treat him with such indifference. Even when he first joined the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect and was not welcomed by his master, the way he looked at him was by no means so empty and indifferent.

Without any warmth. It was no different from when he used to look at those heinous monsters that were about to be killed by the sword.

Shen Qingqiu said: "It's just that what the person just said was right. After all, the human world is not a place where you can stay forever. You should go back to the place that belongs to you."

He took a step forward, and Luo Binghe took a step back, forcing the two of them to retreat to the Infinite Abyss.

Turning back, one could see the soaring demonic energy rolling endlessly in the ravine, all the souls wailing, and thousands of pairs of deformed arms stretching out toward the cracks in the human world above, hungry for fresh flesh and blood. The deeper parts were hidden in black mist and scarlet light.

Xiu Ya pointed diagonally at the abyss, Shen Qingqiu said: "Are you going down by yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

He selfishly hoped that Luo Binghe could go down by himself. Usually the person who chooses to jump off the cliff by himself will definitely be hung up, so that he can deceive himself and make the scene HE.

It was better than ever. From now on, he would remember this scene day and night, remembering that it was him who beat Luo Binghe down with his own hands.

But Luo Binghe still refused to give up.

He still didn't believe that the master who was so kind to him would really push him down. I can’t believe that after so many years of facing each other day and night, we only got this ending.

Even if Xiuya stabbed him in the chest, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope.

Shen Qingqiu didn't want to stab him.

real. He just waved his sword to scare him. As long as Luo Binghe stepped back to avoid it, he would naturally fall. But he didn't expect Luo Binghe to stand there in silence and receive the sword in front of him.

My life is over. Originally it was just a kick, but now there is another sword attack!

Luo Binghe held the sword's edge with his backhand, but did not use force, just held it lightly. In other words, if Shen Qingqiu wanted to use more force, Xiu Ya could continue to thrust in until it penetrated his chest.

His throat vibrated slightly and he said nothing. Even though the tip of the sword had not yet hit his heart, Shen Qingqiu seemed to feel the painful beating of his heart, rippled from the blade to the back of his hand, and spread all the way up his arm until it reached his own heart.

Shen Qingqiu suddenly drew his sword and drew it back.

Because of his movements, Luo Binghe's figure swayed and quickly stabilized. Seeing that Shen Qingqiu did not kill him in pain, his dimmed eyes once again had a bright light, like a dying spark in the ashes after burning, and he reluctantly held the corners of his mouth, wondering if he wanted to show a smile.

And Shen Qingqiu will use the final blow to extinguish the last glimmer in his eyes.

He knew that he would never forget the look in Luo Binghe's eyes at the moment he fell.

By the time the masters and monks who had cleared away the monsters in the Jedi Valley enchantment arrived at the scene, the space at the tear of the Infinite Abyss had already been closed.

Except for Shang Qinghua, who was pretending to be dead, Shen Qingqiu had carefully treated the wounds of everyone who had fainted on the ground. He didn't pay much attention to his own injuries. His clothes were stained with blood, his face was expressionless and pale, and he looked really embarrassed.

Yue Qingyuan stepped forward to check his pulse, frowned and asked the professional Mu Qingfang to come over and take a look. Each faction looked for its own among the scattered people on the ground, claimed it, and then carried it away for further treatment.

Liu Qingge realized that there was one person missing, and he was still the one who was always following Shen Qingqiu and could not be ignored, and asked: "Where is your apprentice?"

Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and did not answer, but picked up several broken long sword fragments on the ground. The disciples from Qingjing Peak rushed over. Mingfan, the leader, looked at the sword with sharp eyes and hesitated: "Master, that sword is not..."

At the beginning, he had been thinking about the Zhengyang Sword on the Ten Thousand Swords Peak for many years. After Luo Binghe pulled it out, he was so jealous that his heart burned with jealousy. He cursed and tossed and turned for countless nights, so naturally he would not admit his mistake.

Ning Yingying suddenly burst into tears: "Master, don't scare me. Is this... is it Aluo's Zhengyang? Isn't it? Isn't it?"

There were whispers from all around: "Zhengyang Sword?" "Are you talking about Peak Master Shen's beloved disciple Luo Binghe?" "The sword is broken but the person is here, where is the person?" "No way... cough cough. "

Someone sighed: "If that's true, it would be a pity. All this way, Luo Binghe is already at the top of the Immortal Alliance's gold list."

"Heaven is jealous of talents, God is jealous of talents!"

There is sadness, there is surprise, there is sadness, there is joy in misfortune.

Ning Yingying burst into tears on the spot.

Although Mingfan hated Luo Binghe and always scolded him to die openly and secretly, he never thought about actually wanting him to die. Besides, he thought that his master loved him so much later, but now this brat was dead with no bones left. Master Zun must be very sad and not in a good mood. The entire Qingjing Peak was filled with gloom and gloom. Xianshu Peak is a daughter's house, headed by Qi Qingqi, who was also moved by it.

Liu Qingge was not good at speaking, so he patted Shen Qingqiu on the shoulder and said, "You've lost your disciple, but you can still get another one."

Although he knew he was trying to comfort himself, Shen Qingqiu still wanted to give him a weak roll of the eyes.

Those who didn't kick their closed disciple and male protagonist into the abyss of hell are all talking without any pain in their backs!

Forget it. It's a foregone conclusion.

Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "Luo Binghe, a disciple of Qingjing Peak, was killed by the demons and died."