Demon Cultivating System

Blood Saint's face lit up. He knew that a lot of people were going to die with him.    

    

It seemed like he wasn't alone on the Road to River Styx. Blood Saint laughed more and more happily.    

    

Teng Qingshan stared at the distance of a thousand Li, where Blood Saint was.    

    

"I was originally tolerant, but I didn't think that my tolerance would bring me such consequences. I've let down my people."    

    

This muffled sound was extremely shocking, it was like a heavy hammer was hammering down on your heart.    

    

Teng Qingshan emitted an intense beam of light, dispelling the darkness in the sky.    

    

Dense divine light, the only light in the sky.    

    

The darkness had been dispelled, and the Green Mountain Holy Might gushed out, enveloping Blood Saint.    

    

A huge shadow of a mountain appeared in the middle of the mountain and landed on Blood Saint's body.    

    

"Although I can't stop you from self-destructing, I can use my old body to help the citizens of Qingcheng gain more future."    

    

Teng Qingshan's voice was filled with bravery. He had already lived long enough.    

    

However, the citizens of Qingcheng who he was guarding seemed to be their elders.    

    

Watching them grow up and then getting married and having children was a kind of silent love.    

    

It was just like how the residents of Qingcheng prayed to Qingshan when they met with an accident.    

    

For the residents of Qingcheng, Teng Qingshan was an indispensable part of their lives.    

    

They could hear something different from Teng Qingshan's voice.    

    

"Qingshan, nothing must happen to you!"    

    

"The people of Qingcheng cannot lose you!"    

    

Countless people were shouting, and the sound waves formed powerful voices that struck the surrounding buildings.    

    

There was no sadness in Teng Qingshan's heart, only happiness. This was Qingcheng, the city he had guarded for many years.    

    

He had already established a deep relationship with Ye Xiao. After all these years, guarding Qingcheng was the right thing to do.    

    

"Everyone in Qingcheng, thank you for accompanying me for so many years!"    

    

"I've already lived long enough, I don't want to live anymore. After I die, there will be no one to protect you. You must become strong!"    

    

There was no trace of sadness in his words. Instead, there was joy in his words. This caused the people of Qingcheng to break down in tears.    

    

Everything about the past and the green mountain floated into his mind bit by bit.    

    

Blood Saint was suppressed by Qingshan, and all the terrifying power was blocked by him alone.    

    

Only the terrifying shockwaves were left. This was something that Luv Xian could fight against, and Teng Qingshan believed that Luv Xian could block it.    

    

Because what Luv Xian said and did were all seen by Teng Qingshan.    

    

Luv Xian was full of respect for Qingshan. This senior had already noticed the situation in Qingcheng.    

    

"Senior Qingshan, I will definitely not let you die in vain."    

    

Luv Xian took a step forward and his body forcefully withstood the aftermath, and the sound of explosions continuously rang out.    

    

Suen Tian, who was hiding in the void, finally made his move.    

    

"Qingshan, you have experienced much longer than I have. Your actions are worthy of my respect. I, Suen Tian, will not just watch you die like this. The citizens of Qingcheng are still waiting for you to continue protecting them!"    

    

With a slap of Suen Tian's palm, countless laws were connected to the power of the Great Dao.    

    

"So what if it's the Heavenly Abode? There is no place in the world that can stop me, Suen Tian."    

    

"If you die, I will snatch your holy soul back from the hands of the King of Hell!"    

    

Suen Tian's cold palm attack had suppressed many of the undulations.    

    

"Rumble ~ ~ ~ ~"    

    

A long river appeared in the sky. It was the river of time.