Chapter 168: Kill Buddha and Demon with Sword!

There was a noise in Zhenchuan Tower, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jie Hui.

The martial arts judge frowned deeply, thinking hard.

When Jie Hui expressed his support for the Li clan, the people of Liang and Western Qin had already lost hope.

They each occupied Hexi and Longyou, and were neighbors with Guanzhong. They could not allow the Li family to seize Bashu, nor did they want to see Jianghuai dominate.

While Xie Hui was thinking, the two leaders exchanged glances.

Luo Dushe, the commander-in-chief from Western Turkestan, sat low-key in a position further down. He was as still as a statue, and did not even taste a drop of the fine Mengding tea beside him. He listened attentively the whole time.

Li Yuanji was extremely anxious and held the armrests with both hands and tried to stand up quickly.

Qin Wutong, the Thunder Blade, and Diao Ang, the Scimitar Blade, pressed his shoulders from the left and right.

Qiu Tianjue, a master under Li Jiancheng, lowered his head and whispered:

"Master Yuanji, please do not act rashly. Although there are many people who say this, we have the support of the Holy Land. Moreover, this is the Duzun Fort, and the decision-making power always lies with the fort owner."

Li Yuanji calmed down after hearing the voice, and suddenly noticed some unusual movement beside him.

He glanced at Xue Renyue and Li Zhongyan and found that their expressions were different, but he didn't take it to heart.

He turned to look at the castle lord.

Jie Hui pondered over what Master Yixin had said to him, and amidst the criticism from thousands of people, he suddenly became calm.

Not being understood by others made him feel lonely, but he felt that he had done nothing wrong, and after an eye contact with Fan Qinghui, the hesitation in his heart disappeared.

"Brother Jie, do you want to change your mind?"

Fan Zhuo and Alliance Leader Feng asked again.

In terms of prophecy and logic, none of Xie Hui's decisions can stand up to scrutiny.

The noise around him gradually died down, and the Bashu forces waited for his answer.

The dry and stiff voice of the old nun Yi Xin was the first to speak: "This is the most powerful fortress in Bashu. No matter what decision the fortress master Jie makes, I will support it."

She looked at Zhou Yi with a stern look, but Zhou Yi ignored her and his eyes fell on the old monk on the right side of Master Daoxin.

Shi Qingxuan reminded softly: "That is Master Zhenyan from Dashi Temple."

At this moment, Jie Hui raised his hand towards the main hall on the second floor of Zhenchuan Tower to stop all the noise.

There was no trace of hesitation on his dark face. He glanced at everyone and said loudly, "Xie still supports the Li Clan in Guanzhong."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar all around.

Everyone found it difficult to understand and felt complaining and angry in their hearts, but they also felt helpless.

The old nun Cihang and the holy monk were sitting beside them. This was the castle lord's unshakable confidence!

When he looked at General Zhou again, he was even more surprised.

Compared to Gang Leader Fan and Alliance Leader Feng, who were already looking furious, he was much calmer.

Xie Wenlong, who was standing not far behind Zhou Yi, frowned and stopped Zheng Zong who wanted to step forward and speak.

Everything in Zhenchuan Tower fell into Jie Wenlong's eyes, and the situation in Bashu was clear and thorough.

I don’t know if Dad is pretending to be confused or if he is really confused.

"Brother Jie, you.!!"

Fan Zhuo was really angry, but Xie Hui ignored him and said, "Brother Fan, I have made up my mind."

Feng Zhen said in a bad tone: "Is this Brother Jie's decision, or is it Duzunbao's decision?"

Xie Hui said decisively: "Brother Feng, Duzun Fort will support the Li Clan."

The conversation between the leaders of the three major forces has already sparked a strong sense of tension, and ordinary forces dare not interrupt.

However, there are also brave people.

In Meishan County, Gong Ping, the leader of the Suishan Sect, stood up and said, "Master Jie, you cannot represent the people of Shu."

Xie Zhiling, the old steward of the inner fort, suddenly changed his gentle demeanor and shouted sternly, "Master Gong, do you want to become an enemy of my Duzun Fort?"

Although Sect Leader Gong was afraid of these words, he still said with a stiff upper lip:

"The Black Wind Stronghold bandit killed dozens of my people and then caused chaos in Linqiong County. The Grand Commander-in-Chief destroyed them. How could I not support the Grand Commander?"

"Well said!"

Many forces in Meishan County and Linqiong County came together to cheer.

However, at this tense moment of confrontation.

The sound of cups breaking with a "bang" startled many people.

Ji Jichang, the deputy leader of the Suishan Sect who was sitting next to Master Gong, covered his chest with his hands, his body slumped and he could no longer sit still.

"Brother Ji!"

Master Gong was shocked and did not bother to talk to Jie Zhiling, but quickly reached out to help.

"Brother Ji, what's wrong with you?!"

“It’s poisonous.”

There was bitterness in Ji Jichang's voice as he pointed at the teacup.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe it.

If you think more clearly, you will realize that there is no need for Jie Hui to do this.

Zhou Yi drank the Mengdingshihua tea on the coffee table in one gulp and savored it carefully.

It’s not poisonous.

“Ah~!”

Suddenly, another wailing was heard, and the man's body went limp, with the same symptoms as Ji Jichang.

Since these two people, more and more people in Zhenchuan Building have been infected.

Master Gong of the Suishan Sect was supporting his old brother when he suddenly saw double in front of his eyes. His own palms appeared sometimes far away and sometimes near, and all kinds of dazzling halos appeared from time to time, making him dizzy.

I used all my energy to resist, but I still couldn't get rid of this feeling.

I don’t know what kind of poison it is, but it can move quickly in the body and circulate through the meridians and major acupoints.

Finally, it is hidden in the acupoints.

The fatal thing is that he has not opened this acupoint yet, so he cannot release his energy.

The poison enters the body through the wind gaps and is impossible to remove.

"Jie Hui~!!"

Master Gong smashed the teacup to pieces, gasping and cursing, "We trusted you so badly, you traitor, you actually poisoned people!"

In the blink of an eye, thirty or forty internal martial arts masters were knocked down by the poison.

Someone else yelled, "Xie Hui, I will never coexist with you!"

Then came the sound of Canglanglang drawing his weapons, and hundreds of people raised their swords and faced Duzun Fort.

But among these people, dozens more soon fell.

There was chaos in Zhenchuan Tower. Jie Hui's face changed. He picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp. After tasting it carefully, he did not notice that it was poisonous.

Master Daoxin has left his seat and moved to the side of Master Gong.

"Where is the poison?"

"It is in the chest window."

The Yingchuang is like a window to the chest, which can relieve the pent-up qi in the chest. The so-called window is transparent, which is mostly clear. The door is open, which is mostly turbid.

Once the poison enters the chest, it becomes difficult to distinguish between clear and turbid.

In a short period of time, it can make people lose the ability to sense true qi. If one does not practice acupuncture points to open them and is unable to release qi, there is no way to force the poison out.

Master Daoxin investigated briefly and understood the properties of this poison.

It is gentle and difficult to detect. By the time it is discovered, it is too late and has penetrated into the acupoints. Unless the martial artist happens to open the Yingchuang acupoint, one can only wait for the poison to dissipate slowly.

Before this, the true Qi will gradually weaken, which will not only make it impossible to circulate the energy for a long time, but will also damage the foundation of the martial artist.

Master Daoxin is knowledgeable and experienced: "This is the living poison from the Book of Ten Thousand Poisons."

"Only those in the Demon Sect possess this poison. It couldn't be the work of Lord Jie."

But Xie Hui had already aroused public anger, and since he had drunk his tea, he could not be ruled out as a suspect no matter what.

Some people from the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League were also poisoned.

Zhou Yilian asked several people and keenly realized that only those who drank two rounds of tea at the same time were poisoned.

The person who arrived late with him only drank a cup of tea and escaped.

At the same time, those who have cultivated innate true qi are also immune to poisons.

Although this poison is wonderful, it also has major flaws.

However, it is more than enough to create chaos.

Master Gong panted and asked, "Master, is there any way to remove this poison?"

"have."

Daoxin used the Dharma Hand to grab the lock and pressed it on him several times, suppressing the poison with his powerful true energy.

Then he said:

"This poison isn't very strong. It's just hidden in your Yingchuang acupoint, and you haven't opened it yet. I'll be able to remove the poison by breaking open your Yingchuang acupoint."

Forcing the orifice to break through would be fatal.

Master Gong shook his head and thanked him, then replied in a weak voice, "Thank you, Master. I'll let you resolve this slowly myself."

Masters like Fan Zhuo and Feng Zhen are not in any trouble.

Zhou Yi probed the Yingchuang acupoint of a Miao elder and injected a stream of true qi into it. His true qi was extremely pure and fine enough to pass through the wind gaps in the acupoints.

Because there were so many temptations on the little witch, this was really easy for him.

A stream of true energy thinner than a hair entered the Yingchuang acupoint, and the "live poison" inside was running rampant. He tried to avoid it, but was entangled and killed by the true energy.

This poison is quite interesting.

Is this guy Eunuch Wei also in the castle?

The Sutra of Ten Thousand Poisons mentioned by the great monk was created by him. It divides poisons into five categories: live poisons, dead poisons, dynamic poisons, static poisons and impact poisons.

It seems that the traitor in Duzun Castle has not been completely eliminated.

Zhou Yi looked at Jie Hui. After the chaos in Zhenchuan Building, he did not go to explain but instead called the two housekeepers Jie Zhiling and Zheng Zong.

It can be seen that Xie Hui is holding back his anger.

Zhou Yi turned around and found that the people from the Ba League and the Sichuan Gang were looking at him.

The elder had recovered from the loss of his Qi. Hou Xibai marveled, "It's okay for the Qimen Living Poison to encounter its nemesis, but how did it manage to penetrate the Qi system?"

"Without Qi emanating from the Yingchuang acupoint, one cannot cultivate the spirit, and thus cannot distinguish between the clear and turbid. Even if the true Qi were to infiltrate by chance, the sensation would be lost."

Hou Xibai couldn't figure it out.

Leader Feng, standing by, suppressed his surprise and said cautiously, "Grand Commander, don't publicize this. Be careful, this is a trap designed to deplete your Qi."

He gestured around.

There are over a hundred people poisoned. If we save them one by one, won't our true energy be depleted?

If you don't save him, you will be criticized.

Fan Zhuo thought it made sense and even sensed a murderous plot.

Just as he was about to tell his men to keep quiet, Zhou Yi smiled confidently and said, "No problem."

This kind of thing, where skill is far more important than strength, is easy for him to do, and the amount of true energy consumed is negligible.

Therefore, when Jie Hui was still investigating the traitor.

He has taken action and detoxified more than ten people from the Ba League and Sichuan Gang who were poisoned by drinking tea.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people shouted, "General, help!"

The leader of the Suishan Sect, Gong Ping, who had just expressed his support, recovered in a short time, which made the old monk Daoxin beside him very depressed.

He stared at Zhou Yi and saw that he had also detoxified the Suishan Sect's deputy leader Ji.

I watched intently the whole time, but didn't notice anything.

This young man

Master Daoxin smiled kindly, then put his hands behind his back and leisurely returned to his seat.

Master Daoxin not only looked calm, but even enjoyed watching the fun. His only regret was that there was no wine to drink at that time.

But the old nun Cihang was not in such a mood.

Master Yixin had a gloomy face. Seeing those Bashu forces expressing gratitude to Zhou Yi one by one and his reputation soaring, she wished she could replace him.

Unfortunately, she had tried and could not detoxify people.

Otherwise, I would have rushed forward long ago and shown my might.

It can be seen that Master Yixin is not as "calm" as she claims.

Cihang Jingzhai has always been able to intimidate people in the martial arts world with just its name. Now, a person like her who has been staying in Zhongnan Mountain for many years has set foot in Bashu, but it has backfired.

The old nun found it hard to accept and even said that Zhou Yi was a disorderly person.

Duzunbao is worthy of being a big platform in Bashu, with many opportunities.

In a short period of time, Zhou Yi has met more than a dozen gang leaders.

If they were just following the crowd before, now there is a large number of forces that truly support Jianghuai.

He had not yet detoxified half of the poison, and Jie Hui had not yet found the traitor.

Suddenly, most of the people in Zhenchuan Building turned their heads and looked outside the terrace.

Shouts and cries of killing came from the bluestone square.

The noise was getting louder and louder, coming from the Rock Forest and the Duzun Tower below. It was like lighting a fire on oil and spreading throughout the entire Duzun Castle in an instant!

“Bang, bang, bang~!”

A burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and Xie Wenlong rushed down to investigate. Just then, a guard from the fort rushed up from below and knelt directly in front of Xie Hui.

"Fort Lord! Something terrible has happened! The commander guarding the tower, An Rong, has rebelled with his men. They've opened the tower and let in a number of experts. Someone inside the fort has been poisoned, and they've already pushed their way outside Zhenchuan Tower."

After hearing this, the people around were surprised but not panicked at all.

Wouldn't it be seeking death to attack the Duzun Fort at this time?

"An Rong?!"

Xie Hui recited these two words and finally couldn't suppress his anger. He slapped the elegant high chair of the main seat in the hall and smashed it to pieces.

This is because An Rong is a close confidant of his good brother An Long.

He and Bashu Fat Jia Anlong are sworn brothers and have a very close relationship.

It was not An Rong, the city gate guard, who betrayed him, but his good brother of decades who betrayed him!

"Brother Jie, calm down."

Fan Qinghui spoke to comfort him. At this moment, she was the only one who could stop Jie Hui, who was about to rush out of Zhenchuan Tower.

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from afar.

"Jie Hui, quickly hand over the relics of my Shengji Sect!"

There was chaos in Duzun Castle, and the people from Coffin Palace arrived at the right time.

When the people in Zhenchuan Tower heard the sound of breaking wind outside, they all retreated.

On the huge terrace, a vermilion coffin dropped from the sky.

The man carrying the coffin looked very similar to Zhou Laotan, and was none other than his younger brother Zhou Laofang.

Next came the four masters of the Coffin Palace.

As soon as the five masters showed up, a surge of evil spirit rushed towards them.

Old Zhou sighed and took a step forward, glanced at Zhou Yi, and then looked at Jie Hui.

"Xie Hui, today is your deadline. If you don't offer the relic, you will have to go back to the Coffin Palace with me."

A hint of fear flashed across Jie Hui's eyes, but he said firmly:

"I've already told you that I don't have your sect's relics. You've got the wrong person."

Zhou Laofang smiled and replied, "In that case, Lord Jie, please get into the coffin quickly. I will carry you for the rest of the way. We will then be able to determine whether there are any relics."

"Arrogant~"

Master Yixin waved her whisk and said, "The Evil Sect is causing chaos in the martial arts world and is not tolerated by the Dao."

The bird laughed wearily, making a sound as unpleasant as the cry of a night crow: "Where did this old thief come from? He opened his mouth and let out a fart that shook the world."

"Don't think that just because you're flirting with that old thief, you can tell our sect what to do."

As soon as he said this, Master Yixin, Fan Qinghui, the four great saintly monks, and Master Zhenyan all looked at him.

The terrifying Buddhist Zen seems to want to transform people's spirit, energy and soul.

You Niaojuan is a chatterbox, but he is not stupid enough to face this large group of people head-on.

Before Master Yixin could make a move, he shouted:

"Everyone, please don't hide your heads and show your tails. If you just stand by and watch the fire from the sidelines, our sect will turn around and leave. We will wait it out in Bashu and see who can outlast the other."

A response came immediately, but the people in Zhenchuan Tower did not take any action yet.

“Ha, ha, ha~!”

After a hearty laugh, a tall, thin, gentle-looking middle-aged scholar in blue clothes appeared with a smile on his face, stepping lightly on the edge of the terrace.

The particularly eye-catching eyes under the thick eyebrows were showing circles of purple.

It is the manifestation of the ultimate cultivation of Zi Qi Tian Luo, called Purple Pupils and Fire Eyes.

And his appearance is even more extreme.

As soon as the Heavenly Lord Xi Ying showed up and glanced towards the Zhenchuan Tower, those who saw his purple and fiery pupils felt inexplicably fluttering in their hearts, as if their spirits were captured by him. This shows that this old demon's martial arts were strange and his skills were unpredictable.

"It's you!"

The people from the four major tribes of the Ba League reacted instantly, and this familiar feeling made many elders furious.

Leader Feng said sternly, "Who are you? What hatred do the tribes of the Ba League have against you that requires you to do something in secret?"

"I will take the seat."

He stared at Feng Zhen with his fiery purple pupils: "The previous abbot of Dashi Temple is my mortal enemy. I want to destroy Dashi Temple. How dare your clansmen take in my enemy? Don't you think you don't respect me?"

"oh?"

Zhou Yi was puzzled. "You like to vent your anger on others so much. Then why did you just slip away without a word when I ruined your business?"

Xi Ying snorted, his eyes showing a look of vigilance:

"I will deal with you on my own, but today I came here for the relics and do not wish to cause any more trouble."

"That makes sense, that makes sense~!"

Another old and domineering voice came from a distance, followed by the sound of breaking wind. It was some distance away from Zhou Laotan and Xi Ying, and both feet stomped hard on the terrace.

He landed with a loud bang, and the rock beneath his feet was crushed into a spider-web-like pattern of cracks.

What’s even more strange is that others landed first.

Then a long spear flew from the air, pierced his side, and penetrated into the rock more than a foot away.

The old face showed a slight expression, and the wrinkles as deep as knife cuts began to move. They spread downward from the forehead, the center of the eyebrows, the corners of the eyes, and the cheeks with an unstoppable force, cracking and crisscrossing.

Everyone could feel the breath of aging and decay, but his eyes were like the eyes of an eagle embedded deep in the cracks of the rock.

The gray-robed old man's cloudy yellow-brown eyes turned and looked at Jie Hui.

"Master Jie, I have never seen a relic before. Please take it out and let me have a look. I will never embarrass your castle."

Xie Hui frowned and repeated, "I don't have any relics."

Master Zhenyan, who had been silent the whole time, said, "Mr. Murong, you haven't messed up this temple, have you?"

"Master, you're joking."

The old man smiled and said, "Since I can remember, anything I have robbed, whether it was cattle, sheep, war horses, or even someone else's woman, I would immediately treat as my own and cherish it. The same is true for Dashi Temple."

Zhou Yi suddenly realized: "Which one of the Tuyuhun are you?"

A fierce light flashed in the old man's eyes, but he did not answer.

No one responded, apparently no one knew his identity.

Even Master Zhenyan, who called out "Murong's surname", was unaware of it.

Zhou Lao, who was standing beside Xi Ying, sighed and laughed strangely: "His name is Murong Kualu, but he is the old king of Tuyuhun. You killed his descendant, and the hatred you have for this is not small."

After hearing this, everyone around was surprised.

Firstly, I didn’t expect the old man to have this identity, and secondly, he was actually the enemy of the Grand Commander.

The old man glanced at Zhou Lao and sighed, while Zhou Yi looked at him.

Kualu was the grandfather of the Tuyuhun genius Fu Qian, the master of Fuying Spear, and the previous Khan.

But it is said that he died more than ten years ago.

On second thought, it makes sense for the Murong family to fake their deaths.

After all, it is an ancestral craft, and in Suzhou Yanziwu, the old tradition is still preserved.

Zhou Yi stared at the old king with a rather unfriendly tone: "You Tuyuhun people have provoked me several times, and I am seeking to settle accounts with you."

The old king said with a hint of Beibaqiang's dominance: "I am not afraid of you."

"But just like Xi Tianjun said, we should ignore the trivial matters for now."

"Jie Hui, where is the evil emperor's relic? Bring it here for us to see!"

These top masters all came for Jie Hui, so you can imagine how great the pressure was.

What cheered him up was that Fan Qinghui stood up at this moment and said, "Mr. Murong may have been deceived. Even if you have the Evil Emperor's relic, it will be useless to you."

Many people are still confused and don't know what relics are exactly.

but

Every master who appeared in Zhenchuan Tower was almost beyond the reach of this life, and they all came for the relics.

Amidst his doubts, the old king showed a vicissitudes of life smile on his face: "I want to live a few more years."

"I don't seek immortality, living for three hundred years is enough."

Fan Qinghui shook her head: "How is this possible?"

"How is it impossible?"

Emperor Ding said sarcastically with a cold face, "My master has lived for nearly three hundred years. Since you have hidden the relics, you should stop being hypocritical and sanctimonious."

This was shocking news, enough to set off the martial arts world.

The warriors of Bashu instantly understood why the Judge of Wulin was so persistent. This was a temptation that humans could not escape.

Jie Hui, who was once again the focus of many eyes, felt powerless in his heart. He had no idea that the relic had such a secret.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I'll say this for the last time. I don't have the Evil Emperor's relic!"

"No, you do."

"Second brother, hand it over. That's not something you can hold on to."

Xie Hui was struck by lightning.

A fat man with short arms, a big belly, a flat head and a thick mouth appeared on the terrace.

He held the pipe in his hand, used the powerful lotus strength to mobilize the fire in his heart, burned the tobacco, and puffed out clouds of smoke on the terrace.

The smoke blew into the old king's face with the wind, which made the old king very dissatisfied.

"Anlong, why do you treat me like this?"

An Long didn't dare to meet Jie Hui's gaze. The fat man sighed silently and said, "Second brother, you shouldn't have gotten involved in this."

This pot of dirty water poured down on him, leaving him feeling cold to the bone. He had no intention of explaining after being betrayed by his brother.

With the current strength of Duzun Fort, it still has a chance of winning against these people.

Just as he was thinking about this, he was stunned.

Suddenly, I discovered that two more people had fallen from the terrace.

A charming woman and a dashing and evil middle-aged man.

As soon as these two people appeared, the expressions of the four great monks, Master Yixin, and Fan Qinghui all changed.

An exaggerated amount of information filled the minds of Fan Qinghui and others.

These two mortal enemies, reconciled?!

Onlookers may not understand the identities of these two people.

But he also knows how to read people's expressions.

Seeing the reaction of the Holy Land of Martial Arts, everyone's hearts were filled with shock and anxiety.

These two seemed to be even more terrifying characters than the owner of the Coffin Palace, the Lord of the Demon Sect, and the old Tuyuhun King. They were almost the same as the three great masters.

Then Anlong scolded:

"The Evil King and the Queen are traveling to Bashu. Second brother, do not hesitate and hand over the relics immediately."

Jie Hui felt a little frightened. As a martial arts master, how could he not notice the difference between the two people?

The Duzun Fort is in danger.

Shi Zhixuan smiled evilly, but when he glanced at Zhou Yi and the girl in blue, his smile suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Yi was quite surprised to see him with Queen Yin.

Old love rekindled?

Shi Qingxuan stood behind Zhou Yi, unwilling to look at him.

Hou Xibai on the side shrank his neck.

"Where is the relic?" Shi Zhixuan's emotionless eyes fell on Jie Hui.

Jie Hui seemed to have forgotten that he had said "one last time" before, and relaxed his bottom line and said: "This thing is not in Duzun Castle."

Before he finished speaking, the two people on the terrace walked straight into the main hall of Zhenchuan Tower without saying a word.

You can't see the movements of your feet at all, but you are moving.

It makes people feel mentally confused.

Then, a terrifying evil spirit attacked, and the five masters of the Coffin Palace also broke into the hall.

Xi Ying, Murong Kualu, and Anlong were all not far behind.

The two sides did not say hello, and the situation changed rapidly.

As soon as the ten strong men and the people from the Wulin Holy Land approached each other, their momentum clashed.

At this moment, not only can they not defeat the enemy alone, but the Buddhist sect has also lost its advantage in numbers, which is a big taboo in a fight to the death.

Only at the moment when the momentum of both parties collided and turned into a collision of true energy.

Hundreds of people in the hall had a suffocating feeling as if their throats were being strangled. The air went from still to broken and scattered, then back to still, and then broke again.

On the ground, cracks spread towards the direction of the four great monks.

Click, click, click~!

The cracks were getting bigger and bigger, and the bricks and stones were breaking. If this continued, the entire second-floor hall of Zhenchuan Tower would collapse!

The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the surrounding walls were all shattered into pieces, the Buddhist scriptures and Zen sayings on the bookshelf flew everywhere, and the skeletons inside the picture frames were blown by the strong wind and lashed against the walls like whips.

With the two opposing parties as the center, all the surrounding objects were first thrown outwards, and then sucked in, swirling around as if encountering a storm. Pulled by the strong wind, they became difficult to resist hidden weapons with terrifying lethality.

Some people who were not smart enough got too close and it was too late to escape. They fell to the ground howling in pain in the aftermath.

After a moment, the strong wind turned into a wave and spread out in all directions. No matter where the people in the hall hid, they were all hit.

When the Eighteen Levels of Heavenly Demonic Art is unleashed, no ordinary warrior can resist it.

No one could escape anymore. A spiritual wave that was in harmony with the vital energy spread out, and most of the warriors in the hall had the most terrifying feeling in their lives.

The space was collapsing, and with the vast Zen of Buddhism coming, the Immortal Seal and the Nine-Character Mantra were intertwined, the purple air net was trapping the mind, the evil spirit of the coffin palace was spreading in the life and death orifice, and the Cihang sword intent and the oppressive spirit of the Beiba spear collided violently.

Many people held their heads and screamed, their faces filled with terror, as if they were immersed in a terrible nightmare.

Those with slightly higher skills were able to use their internal strength to resist, but being caught up in this terrifying aftermath, their internal energy was consumed at an extremely exaggerated rate.

Only then did I truly realize the despairing gap.

Master Zhenyan saw that the people around him were affected, and when Master Daoxin performed the Dharma Hand, he activated the Outer Binding Seal.

This can also generate a force similar to manipulating space, forming an aura blockade.

And when one reaches a high level, the hand seals can mobilize the natural power of heaven and earth, with great power.

The inner strength that has reached the highest level is the basis for the hand seals to exert their power. Master Zhenyan usually cleans the courtyard and organizes Buddhist scriptures, keeping them hidden.

At this time, the moderate, peaceful, harmonious and unobstructed Buddhist power is injected into the nine-character mantra, and the outer binding seal is brought to the extreme.

At that moment, the people who were wailing around got a chance to catch their breath.

But just a moment later, it was broken by the aura of the ten strongest men.

It was at this time.

The light in Zhenchuan Tower suddenly dimmed.

A fiery sword light rose up, as if it absorbed all the light around it, and the sword came slashing down quickly!

Both sides in the confrontation were wary, afraid that the sword would come towards them, and they were trying to retract their hands.

So Zhou Yi's sword landed in the center, cutting off the Qi of the ten strongest men and the Buddhist masters. The terrifying turbulent wind shattered the sword energy into pieces, turning it into flying fire as thick as a finger and shooting in all directions.

The shrill buzzing sound made many people's eardrums ring, but the light in front of them became brighter again.

Zhou Yi pulled those flying fires back and accurately flew into the area where the Li clan, Liang State, and Western Qin were gathered.

Suddenly there was a scream, and five or six people fell into a deep sleep.

Then there was a loud "boom".

A large part of the second-floor hall collapsed.

This piece collapsed straight, forming a sword mark. Although it was caused by the chaotic force of the crowd, it gave people the feeling that Zhou Yi cut off the Zhenchuan Tower with a single sword.

You know, this Zhenchuan Tower is not a place with carved beams and painted rafters.

Most of it is made of huge rocks.

And after this sword, the spiritual shock waves mixed together by a group of strong men also dissipated, and many people cried for their parents and escaped the disaster.

Looking at the sword marks again, everyone was horrified.

The Grand Commander broke through the Buddha and the devil with one sword!

The title of the world's best swordsman will never be wrong.

Zhou Yi was also feeling uneasy at this moment. If there weren't a group of innocent people from the Bashu and Sichuan gangs who were about to be implicated and killed, he would have taken his men and simply hidden away, letting them fight.

If he hadn't frightened both sides into stopping, he would have only caused more chaos if he had just used his luck, and would not have been able to achieve this effect.

At this moment, masters from both the Buddhist and demonic realms looked towards Zhou Yi.

Yuan Tiangang, who was originally protecting several people nearby, stood next to Zhou Yi.

Even though there are only two people in their Taoist sect, they can influence the balance.

Therefore, although Zhou Yi's action seemed presumptuous, it did not backfire.

"Master Zhou, what do you mean?"

The Queen's eyes, full of intoxicating charm, stared at him.

Shi Zhixuan said, "The Buddhists are giving you trouble everywhere, do you want to help them?"

Everyone heard some clues from their words.

The evil king and the evil queen, who looked down upon others, seemed to be speaking to the commander-in-chief in the same tone.

The onlookers who stepped back further heard:

"It was the Lord of Jiebao who hid the Evil Emperor's relic. How could he let the rest of the Shu people die with him?"

Grand Commander~!

All the Bashu forces were moved when they heard this. The Grand Commander was willing to face both Buddha and the devil directly for our sake.

For a moment, looking at Zhou Yi's back, he seemed even more majestic.

"This place is too small. Let's fight outside. Fort Jie made a mistake. Even if he kills every last soldier of Fort Duzun, I won't intervene."

Xie Hui breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Yi's sword strike just now was equivalent to saving him.

If the fight continues, he will either be the first to die or the first to be disabled.

I feel that the people from the Demon Sect will fight to the death.

He couldn't help but feel helpless:

"Unfortunately, Xie really doesn't have any relics."

Everyone has heard this sentence many times.

But this time, there was a powerful rebuttal.

"No! Dad, you do!"

Xie Hui's body trembled, and he twisted his neck stiffly, locking his eyes with the person who was speaking along with the people around him.

The man had a tough face and was somewhat similar to Jie Hui.

At this time, with a resolute expression on his face:

"Dad, you're old and confused."

Everyone in Duzun Castle, except Song Yuhua, even Zheng Zong, who was mentally prepared, couldn't help but shudder after hearing this.

"Rebellious son, what are you talking about?!"

My subordinates backstabbed me, my brothers backstabbed me, and now my son is backstabbed too?!

The judge of the martial arts world seems to have entered the ultimate moment of judgment for the bootlickers.

That means nothing.

Zhou Yi made way slightly and said to himself, "Good job."

Xie Wenlong, who had returned from downstairs at some point, walked out from not far behind Zhou Yi, holding a strange copper box in his hand, and no one knew what was inside.

The Demon Sect will not stop fighting until one is dead, and they have offended the Grand Commander to death.

If Dad continues to do this, Du Zun Castle will be destroyed.

Xie Wenlong was no longer giving up, but with the intention of saving his family business and his relatives and friends, he said loudly:

"Dad, you made everyone think that the Evil Emperor's relics were in the Du Zun Castle, but you couldn't get them out."

"Not only will this kill everyone in the Supremacy Castle, but you will die too, Dad."

"Filial piety is the most important virtue. As a son, you must never allow this to happen."

"I have to save you!"

Xie Wenlong said, "However, Dad, your ideas are no longer in line with the current world, and you are no longer suitable to be the lord of my Duzun Fort."

"This time, I will save Duzun Castle, and from now on, I will be the castle's lord."

"The alliance between the three families of Bashu remains unchanged. I, the Duzun Fort, will also support Commander Zhou."

His words were so powerful that even some guards of the Duzun Castle were deeply shocked after hearing them.

I am doubting whether the young master can do it.

Jie Wenlong gathered all his energy and shouted, "The Evil Emperor's relics are right here!"

He handed the copper box forward to Zhou Yi.

"Grand Commander, please open it and take a look."

The moment Zhou Yi got the copper box, people from both the Buddhist and demonic worlds looked over at him.

"Don't act rashly, or I'll take the relics and leave."

The Evil Queen of Yin and the Four Holy Monks did not move.

Zhou Lao sighed that Jin Huanzhen and the others did not believe it. They tried to use their secret techniques but there was no response.

Zhou Yi glanced at them, holding the copper box in his left hand, and slapped it with his right hand.

This blow smashed the copper box into pieces.

It was as if the barrier was uncovered, and the yellow crystal ball was revealed at that moment, without the need for any secret method.

Not to mention the people from the Demon Sect, Master Yixin, Master Fanzhai, and Master Feixuan from Cihang Jingzhai all felt a strong sense of connection.

Zhou Laotan and the others' expressions changed drastically: "Saint Emperor's Relics!!"

Xie Hui was stunned on the spot.

There was nothing else in the eyes of the Evil King and the Queen, they were all staring at the relic.

The same is true for Xi Ying and An Long.

Although the old king of Tuyuhun did not sense it, he knew that this thing must be real, and his eyes were full of desire.

The yellow crystal ball seemed to be full of magic, attracting everyone's attention.

Whether it is Li Yuanji or people from Liang State or Western Qin.

Who wouldn't want something that could extend their lifespan?!

Yuan Tiangang glanced at Zhou Yi inconspicuously, and saw that he was holding the relic in both hands with a hint of piety.

He quickly turned his head to look at the Evil King and the Queen.

not good!

But without his reminder, Zhou Yi loosened his hands and let the relic fall.

Following a flying kick, the evil emperor's relics turned into a golden meteor and flew out of Zhenchuan Tower!

The next moment,

Not only the Buddhas and demons, but also some crazy martial artists in the martial arts world rushed out in a daze.

The secret of longevity is right there!

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(End of this chapter)