"Awesome! I haven't felt this good in ages!"
High in the sky, the Fire Cauldron had already shrunk to the size of a person and flew back to Lu Qing's side.
The dragon that "Yan" transformed into still coiled around the body of the cauldron.
His eyes were full of excitement.
It hasn't been able to unleash its power so freely since it was damaged tens of thousands of years ago.
but......
"This old guy is still alive after all this?"
"Yan" looked down and said with some surprise.
That attack just now was already close to one-tenth of its peak power.
It should be noted that at his peak, he was in the hands of a powerful being at the Primordial Spirit level.
This old monk was only at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm, yet he was able to withstand the death; it was truly remarkable.
Lu Qing was also looking down.
By this time, the huge jade platform had long since disappeared, leaving only a huge pit in the same spot.
Inside the pit, the abbot of the suspended mountain looked utterly miserable.
Half of its body had vanished, and the remaining half was almost completely melted by the fire.
Only the head was barely intact.
If it weren't for the incredibly strong vitality of someone at the Golden Core stage, he would have long since perished, both body and soul.
Even if he doesn't die, the abbot of Xuankong Mountain is now severely injured.
The magical core was almost shattered, and the acupoint between his eyebrows was on the verge of collapse.
Even if such an injury can be healed, one's cultivation level will inevitably regress in the future, making further progress difficult.
Lying on his back in the deep pit, looking at the unharmed Lu Qing, the abbot of Xuan Kong Mountain was filled with despair.
He hadn't expected this demon to be so powerful.
Even though he used the temple's forbidden techniques and had the help of a spiritual artifact, he couldn't harm his opponent in the slightest.
Seeing that Lu Qing's aura had not diminished at all, the abbot of Xuankong Mountain knew that it was no longer possible for him to avenge the disciples of the temple with his own strength.
Moreover, the remaining disciples on the mountain were unable to withstand the devastating collision just now, and they have probably all perished.
In other words, of the suspended mountain that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, he is now the only one left alive.
Thinking of this, the abbot of Xuankong Mountain once again glared with intense resentment.
"Demon, don't be so smug. Although my Suspended Mountain is gone, you won't have an easy time!"
I'm going to die with you!
After saying that, he spat out a golden bead from his mouth and crushed it in his hand.
As he crushed the golden bead, the entire secret realm suddenly trembled.
Immediately afterwards, the giant mountain that had been suspended in the air began to tremble and slowly fell downwards.
The space within the secret realm began to tremble.
At the same time, Lu Qing sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the mountain.
"Oh no! This old bald monk is trying to self-destruct his magical artifact, completely destroying this secret realm!"
"Yan" suddenly exclaimed, "This secret realm has been able to exist for tens of thousands of years entirely thanks to that spiritual artifact that maintains the stability of this space."
Once that magical artifact self-destructs, disrupting the spatial stability, this secret realm will also vanish!
"Haha, I didn't expect you, this web crawler, to have some knowledge."
Upon hearing Yan's words, the abbot of Xuan Kong Mountain burst into wild laughter.
"But even if you figured it out, so what? The array that maintains the exit of the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} secret realm has already been destroyed in the collision just now."
You have nowhere to escape. Die here with me, at the foot of Hanging Mountain!
The abbot of the Suspended Mountain stared intently at Lu Qing.
With a death wish and a determination to perish together with his enemy, what he most wants to see now is the enemy's struggle and despair before death.
If only I could see the despair of this demon before I die.
That would be the best funeral song for him.
However, to the disappointment of the abbot of Xuankong Mountain, even after hearing that he was to stay here and be buried with the demon, he still couldn't see a trace of panic in the demon.
The other person's expression remained calm throughout, without the slightest fluctuation.
On the contrary, Yan seemed a little anxious upon hearing this.
"Young master, what should we do? The destruction of this secret realm is no small matter."
At that time, even a Nascent Soul expert might not be able to defend against the violent spatial power.
"How about you hide inside the Fire Cauldron later, and we force our way out when the secret realm collapses?"
"Yan" anxiously transmitted a message to Lu Qing's soul.
It never expected that this old bald monk from the suspended mountain would be so crazy as to directly detonate the entire secret realm space.
"No need."
Lu Qing calmly declined Yan's suggestion.
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Although the Fire Cauldron is a mid-grade spiritual artifact, it has been nurtured by him for so long since the spiritual energy revived, and a lot of extraterrestrial meteorite iron has been incorporated into it.
However, it is still somewhat different from his former peak performance.
If we force our way through like this, let alone whether we can get out successfully.
Even if they manage to escape, their power will likely be greatly reduced under the crushing force of that violent space, and they will suffer severe damage once again.
Lu Qing had finally managed to restore most of the power of the Fire Cauldron, so how could he allow it to be damaged again?
Looking at the abbot of the suspended mountain, who was lying in the deep pit and slowly descending with the giant mountain.
A hint of mockery appeared in Lu Qing's eyes.
"You old bald monk, do you really think this mere secret realm can trap me?"
"What did you say?"
The abbot of the Suspended Mountain glared.
Then, in the next moment, he saw a small silver boat suddenly appear in Lu Qing's hand.
Want to know what this is?
As if sensing the thoughts of the abbot of Xuankong Mountain, Lu Qing weighed the small boat in his hand.
He explained slowly and deliberately: "This boat is called the Void Flying Boat. As the name suggests, its ability is to pierce through space and travel through the void."
Naturally, even a small, secluded space couldn't stop it.
"A void flying boat? Impossible! How could such a rare treasure exist in the world!"
The abbot of Xuankong Mountain stared at the small boat in Lu Qing's hand and shouted in disbelief.
"Whether it's possible or not, you'll see in a moment, you old bald monk. Since you're determined to destroy this secret realm, then I won't keep you company."
"Perfect, you can be destroyed along with this filthy space."
Lu Qing unleashed a burst of sword energy, which landed on the abbot of Suspended Mountain.
It directly shattered his dantian and qi sea, completely destroying his already shattered golden core of magical power.
The abbot of Xuan Kong Shan, who was already seriously injured, suffered another blow and went straight into a near-death state.
If it weren't for that last shred of unwillingness that kept him going, he probably would have already vanished.
He stared intently at Lu Qing, unable to believe that the tattered silver boat in Lu Qing's hand truly possessed such miraculous abilities.
But the next moment, the abbot of the suspended mountain saw it.
The silver boat in Lu Qing's hand suddenly grew larger, and then Lu Qing put away the Fire Cauldron and entered the flying boat.
Immediately afterwards, strong spatial fluctuations occurred.
A ripple-like spatial vortex appeared, and the silver flying boat plunged into it, disappearing completely into the secret realm.
Seeing this, the abbot of Xuankong Mountain immediately understood that what the evil spirit had said was actually true.
A look of utter despair suddenly appeared on his face.
"No!!!"
