Chapter 61

Demon Lord Fen Xiu, one of the eight cornerstone characters, does whatever he wants, including killing people. No one can understand his way of thinking, not even his fellow madmen, because after all, when people become crazy, they do different things.

The peaceful situation that the demons and human cultivators had lived in for generations was broken by Fen Xiu. He seemed to be trying to reshuffle the structure of the cultivation world and unify the cultivation world with the demons.

To be honest, it is common for people in the world of cultivation to fight and kill each other, but there is no order without rules. For everyone to live in the world, there must be a certain order. We cannot let everyone act in chaos, otherwise no one will be comfortable.

The Demon Realm is generally smaller than the human-built areas, but it is not entirely barren and barren. Just like human settlements, it has both blessed and dangerous places.

The Demon Realm only has the middle realm and the upper realm. The area of ​​the middle realm is smaller than that of the upper realm, but there is a direct passage between the upper and middle Demon Realms. Travel between the two Demon Realms does not require passing through the gate controlled by human forces, which is also a great advantage for the demons.

Because the spiritual energy of the Demon Realm is naturally more suitable for the demons to absorb, most demons choose to develop in the Demon Realm, but there are also some who come out to occupy other territories. Those who are capable will win. As long as you are strong enough to grab it, others will have to recognize you.

Some demon clans had been neighbors with human cultivators for thousands of years and had harmonious relations with them. However, the new Demon Lord's brain trick made them feel very awkward being caught in the middle.

Although everyone knows that there are demons who oppose the Demon Lord, if the relationship between the two races escalates, the hatred will spread to the entire group, and the demons outside will have a harder time.

Now, the Demon Lord appeared openly in the Yuntai Competition, and no one knew about it except Xiao Mo.

Fen Xiu stared at the small foundation for a long time but could not come to any conclusion. However, it was very interesting that the person who made him feel that the aura was so subtle was just a foundation.

Fen Xiu grinned, and casually tossed the registration board up and down. From where he was, he could only see most of Xiao Zhuji's back and a bit of his profile. His scrutinizing eyes were unscrupulous, but after all, they were at a distance, and there were so many people around. It was impossible for Zhuji to accurately catch him with his cultivation level...

Um?

Xiao Zhuji didn't seem to notice, but the person next to him suddenly turned his head and met his eyes through the crowd.

The man's eyes were as cold as frost and as sharp as a sword. He was like a king beast that was always carefully guarding its territory and would not tolerate being offended by others. He looked coldly at Fen Xiu.

Everyone was paying attention to the show, but this swordsman was still able to notice the slightest movement of his companions.

Fen Xiu narrowed his eyes, then gave him a provocative smile.

The little Zhuji must have been wondering what the person next to him was doing, so he followed his gaze and looked outside. Only then did Fen Xiu realize that the two people's facial features were somewhat similar.

brother?

They all look pretty good.

Fen Xiu casually withdrew his gaze and caught the registration card that had just been thrown high up and then fell down.

If his cultivation had not been suppressed to the early Yuan Infant stage, he would not have been noticed so easily.

As a top-level demon, his racial talent allows him to change his body and cultivation. Of course, his cultivation cannot be changed upward, only downward. Fen Xiu was originally in the Mahayana stage, but now he has been reduced to the early Yuanying stage. If he wants to recover his strength, it will take some time. For example, to recover to the distraction stage, it will take about half a cup of tea.

Another talent of the demon is the ability to identify all types of demons.

But when the inner demon Xiao Mo appeared in the world, the above sentence had to be qualified by another word, becoming: able to identify all types of demons with physical bodies.

If the inner demon had successfully taken possession and transformed into a demonic body, Fen Xiu would be able to recognize it at a glance. However, even he could not see through the disguise of Xiao Mo, a unique spirit. At most, he could feel that his aura was a little subtle, but in his perception he was still a human cultivator.

But there were not many people who could get Fen Xiu's second glance, so this foundation-building project was considered a temporary registration with him.

Xiao Mo just wanted him to withdraw.

Seeing Fen Xiu looking away, Chu Jinglan did not relax his vigilance. He communicated with Xiao Mo: "He was looking at you just now."

"I just noticed it." Xiao Mo also transmitted the message, "Although I don't know the reason, I will be careful."

Xiao Mo also said: "His demonic energy is very unusual, you should be careful."

Xiao Mo planned to wait until today's fight was over, investigate on his own, and then decide whether to tell Chu Jinglan that this person was the Demon Lord. Mainly because he didn't know what Fen Xiu was trying to do. It might not be a good thing to let Chu Jinglan discover this big shot in advance, because Fen Xiu might remember him.

Wait, so by this calculation, the group in the early Yuanying stage directly gathered Chu Jinglan, Mu Jian and Fen Xiu!

What kind of death group is this? The competition in Yuanyingchu’s race track is so fierce that it is completely at the level of Shura Hell!

After Xiao Mo made this calculation, he took a deep breath.

Fen Xiu glanced at Xiao Mochu's surprised face twice intentionally or unintentionally. This time his gaze did not stay for long. After discovering that there was no spiritual power fluctuation of voice transmission between the two of them, he looked away.

It was so quiet that he thought the two of them were definitely talking to each other via telepathy.

He didn't know that Xiao Mochu was shocked by his inner demon and true body, so he didn't need to use traditional methods to transmit his voice. Just a squeak in his sea of ​​consciousness would be enough.

When Fen Xiu went out this time, no one even in the Demon Realm knew where he went. He came out to have fun, anyone's fun would be fine.

It was also his arrangement to have someone bring the demon cultivator along. He felt relieved when he saw the cultivator's face change drastically. He had originally planned to cause a river of blood to flow today so that the Yuntai Competition could not be held, but now he had changed his mind.

He wanted to see if the little fun he had just discovered would turn into a big fun.

On the high platform, among the six sects in Yunduan, Chang Daozi of Yingyue Sect took the lead in attacking, and said coldly to the leading demon: "What is your purpose in bringing demon cultivators here?"

The leading demon was a feathered demon, light and nimble. He jumped down from the sedan chair lightly. Facing the hostility of the crowd, he seemed to be oblivious and even smiled: "Demon cultivators are also human beings. You can't tolerate them. We kindly took in these poor people and brought them back to their homeland. Why do you all act as if we are facing a powerful enemy?"

"Poor guy?" Chang Daozi couldn't stand him confusing right and wrong. "This man has evil energy mixed with resentment. He is clearly practicing an evil method of eating human spirits. He can't succeed without killing hundreds of people. He is pitiful. Aren't the people he killed more innocent?"

Yu Mo's expression remained unchanged: "Who among you sitting here on the platform dares to say that he has no guilt in his hands? If he is evil, how can you call yourself righteous?"

With just a few words, the contradiction was shifted to the concept of good and evil in people's self-cultivation.

At this time, a young man sitting in the main seat of Jinxiu Pavilion spoke. Although his cultivation had not reached the level of distraction and was only at the peak of Yuanying, when he opened his mouth, Jinxiu Pavilion's distraction would not interrupt.

This person is none other than the young master of Jinxiu Pavilion in the upper realm, Wang Yichen.

Wang Yichen looks more elegant when holding the fan than Wang Ludian. He is graceful and looks like a rich and leisurely man, but he is the one who just cleansed Jinxiu Pavilion with thundering means. Master Yichen makes friends with many people and will not blink an eye when seeing blood.

He knocked the folding fan into his palm and said, "In the world of cultivation, fighting and grudges are allowed, but not indiscriminate killing. Wild beasts only hunt when they are hungry to survive. Demon cultivators are no better than livestock. Why do you want to be the same as him?"

Yu Mo's face darkened instantly: If he continued to speak for the demon cultivator, wouldn't he become worse than the pigs and dogs in Wang Yichen's mouth?

Xiao Mo was amused by what he heard below. Wang Yichen's way of dealing with it was smart. In this situation, the other party was not really trying to reason with you. No matter whether the argument was clever or subtle, whoever could choke the other party to death would be considered successful.

You've kicked someone in the face, who would want to discuss good and evil with you seriously?

Xiao Mo asked the system to scan and confirm Wang Yichen's identity. So, including the uninvited Demon Lord, there were actually six cornerstone figures gathered in this competition.

As expected, no matter from which perspective, it is very lively.

Feng Qiexing, the dean of Lin'an Academy in the middle realm, was about to be transferred back to the upper realm. He was also standing in the Lin'an Academy team on the high platform. Although he was not the leader this time, he still had a say. He said to the demon: "You make life sound so easy. According to you, if we kill him today, he deserves it."

Yu Mo: "If this is how you treat your guests, then I've learned something new."

At this time, a disciple from the Sun Sect among the six sects suddenly spoke up: "What kind of guest is he? I had an acquaintance who died at his hands. Since the demon cultivator dared to come, he will pay with his life today. The blood debt will be paid with blood."

Yu Mo frowned and looked over, but saw that the disciple was neither angry nor sad. It was not like he had met an enemy, it was clearly a made-up scene.

This mission was assigned to him by the Demon Lord. If he failed, Yu Mo would be dead. He sneered and was about to continue to fight back when suddenly, a voice was sent into his ears.

"Kill him, there's no need to clash with other cultivators. This demon cultivator is useless."

Yu Mo suddenly tensed up: It’s Your Majesty!

The Demon Lord actually came to the Yuntai Competition in person!

Yu Mo was horrified in his heart, but he made a quick move and smashed the demon cultivator's skull with one palm in front of everyone's astonished eyes.

Before the demon cultivator could react, he fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes fixed in confusion and shock, and he died with his eyes open.

Even the people on the platform didn't expect Yu Mo to suddenly change his mind. He changed his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. He looked at everyone with a smile and said, "If that's the case, he really deserves to be killed."

Many of the disciples below were confused: No, they don’t even verify whether the grudge is real or fake, are they so casual?

The storm that everyone thought would arise ended in a strange way. No one was still a little overwhelmed. The people from the four major forces of human cultivation exchanged glances. They certainly knew that Yu Mo could not really kill people for this reason.

Even the disciple from the Sun Sect who spoke was dumbfounded, and hurriedly said to the other members of the sect: "I have nothing to do with them, and I didn't know he would kill them so easily!"

No matter why Yu Mo suddenly became so peaceful, since there was no chance of causing any trouble, they just let it go for now. The people from the five major forces on the platform finally sat down quietly, and after a round of speeches, it was announced that the Yuntai Competition had officially begun.

The human cultivators were all secretly guessing at Yu Mo's intentions, little did they know that Yu Mo was sitting on pins and needles on the platform, with his hands covered in sweat beneath his calm expression.

He had made a blood contract with the Demon Lord, and his life and death were in the Demon Lord's hands. Every time he paid a visit to him, he felt like he was walking through the gates of hell. He was lucky that he had passed through smoothly and was not killed by Fen Xiu.

Fen Xiu actually came in person. How did he perform? If Fen Xiu was not satisfied, could he still go back alive?

Fairy music and the dance of phoenixes and birds began to play. After a period of passionate music, the musicians and the birds and beasts retreated, and the participating disciples could officially go on stage to fight.

In the first round of competition, each group will have five arenas to fight at the same time, that is to say, the initial, intermediate and peak levels of the Golden Core, and the initial, intermediate and peak levels of the Yuan Infant, a total of thirty arenas will fight at the same time. The Immortal Valley is very large, and each arena can be kept at a safe distance from each other. The protective shield ensures stability, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

The awareness of the people sitting on the main seat on the podium is enough to scan all the arenas. They will naturally select the arenas that are worthy of attention and then pay more attention to them.

Before everyone goes on stage, their skills will be tested again, but their age will not be measured. After the fight starts, the crowded crowd will stand more dispersed. Some will sit in the audience seats, while others will just watch near the ring they are interested in. In any case, it will not be until the last few rounds, when everyone goes on the ring one at a time, that everyone will be forced to go to the audience seats.

Xiao Mo stood beside Chu Jinglan and waited with him. Because there were too many people, the first round of competition was very rough and the winner was decided in one match. Some people's first opponent was very strong, so they could only blame themselves for bad luck. In the world of cultivation, luck is also a part of strength.

As long as he didn't lose, Chu Jinglan had five matches to play today. After a while, he heard the name being called: "A-shaped ring No. 2, Chu Jinglan vs. Guan Feng!"

Because there is a possibility of having the same name, after a name is called, they have to compare it with the name tags. There was only one Chu Jinglan, but there were three Guan Fengs. After one name tag was matched, there was one left.

Xiao Mo: "I'll just be watching from the sidelines."

Chu Jinglan: “Yeah.”

When they heard Chu Jinglan's name, Dai Zisheng and Su Baimo turned their eyes over. When they saw Chu Jinglan really standing on the stage, Dai Zisheng was so excited that he almost cried out, while Su Baimo tightly grasped his hands, his eyes fixed on the person he had admired for a long time.

Chu Jinglan really recovered his cultivation, he is back!

The two remaining members of the Chu family in the Illusion Sword Sect are now having a very difficult time in the Sect because of the incident involving Chu Jiao. They were also detained inside the Sect during this Middle Realm Competition and were not even allowed to watch the game.

Otherwise, they would definitely be the ones screaming the loudest at this moment.

On the high platform, at the academy, Feng Qiexing's consciousness also stopped and looked over, a slight smile on his face: It's him, he succeeded.

Wang Yichen also looked over at the prompting of his younger brother Wang Ludian: "Brother, it's him, Chu Jinglan, my god, he's already in the early stage of Yuanying!"

At this time, someone on the platform suddenly stood up. Chang Daozi of Yingyue Sect took a step forward without caring about his own loss of composure:

The sword in Chu Jinglan's hand, the Heavenly Spirit Sword, appeared!

As soon as the heavenly spiritual weapon appeared, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it. Among the people from the upper realm, people kept recognizing Poxiao, and after being stunned, they couldn't help but look towards Yingyue Sect.

The disciples of Yingyue Sect were also in an uproar. Chang Daozi's disciple hurriedly asked, "Master, that is--"

"Dawn, it's dawn, it's been so many years..." Chang Daozi's voice was trembling, it was the nostalgia and sorrow that broke through the years, "I will go and ask after this is over."

The disciple hesitated for a moment and asked: "Are you going there in person?"

"Of course." Chang Daozi did not hesitate, "That is the sword of the Moon Lord."

As soon as Chu Jinglan's sword came out, his opponent could only smile bitterly: "It seems I can't beat you."

The opponent only had a Xuan-level magic weapon in his hand, so he couldn't help but show envy.

In fact, even without the dawn, Chu Jinglan could still win, but he never underestimated his enemies. Chu Jinglan performed the pre-match greetings: "Please give me your guidance."

This battle was simple. Although both of them were at the early Yuanying stage, Chu Jinglan's spiritual energy was more abundant and he was superior to his opponent in every aspect. There was no doubt about his victory.

But Xiao Mo was watching his every move from the stage, and he felt like waves were rushing in his chest, hitting his heart.

Chu Jinglan finally stepped out of the quagmire. The blood and pain of the past forged a path to heaven. He stood in front of the world again, his sword soaring into the sky, shining brightly.

Xiao Mo heard the surging tide, and his heart was filled with strong emotions. For a moment, he subconsciously raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.

It was not until he touched the dry surface that Xiao Mo came to his senses and laughed at himself: The inner demon has no tears, what is he doing?

The smile on Xiao Mo's face could not be stopped.

Not for myself, but for Chu Jinglan.

He loves to see people amazed by their skills.

Many people's eyes were attracted by Chu Jinglan, including Fen Xiu. He touched his chin and the smile on his face became less. After Chu Jinglan won, he was not surprised by the insults: "Thank you."

Although the opponent knew he was going to lose, he still felt upset. He bowed and immediately turned around and walked off the stage. Before Chu Jinglan walked off the stage, Chang Daozi came from the high platform to Chu Jinglan in the blink of an eye and said, "My dear friend, please stay."

Without checking his bone age, he didn't know Chu Jinglan's real age, but when meeting someone with lower cultivation than himself, calling him "young friend" was appropriate, and it was a way of addressing that everyone recognized.

Chu Jinglan stopped in his tracks. He was not surprised by Chang Daozi's appearance. Instead, he went straight to the point: "Senior, are you here for this sword?"

Seeing Luoxiao again from a close distance, Chang Daozi's breathing became lighter. He tried hard to control his expression and not lose his composure again: "...Yes."

"I am fortunate to have received the inheritance of the Moon Lord, and this sword is one of them."

Chang Daozi wanted to raise his hand several times to touch the sword that was so close to him, but he finally held back. The wind blew through his red eyes and brushed past his whispers: "It turns out that there is still time to leave behind the legacy. In the end, he must have followed his heart..."

Chang Daozi closed his eyes, suppressed his bitterness, and when he spoke again, he spoke gently like a true senior, "My friend, I wonder if you can talk to me after the competition today?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples waiting for the competition below the stage cast countless envious glances: Someone had actually gained the favor of the seniors of Yingyue Sect!

Chu Jinglan said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Of course."

Chang Daozi smiled and said, "After you finish the competition, I will take you directly to Yingyue Sect's place of residence."

The others were extremely jealous: it was the senior who led the way in person!

Chang Daozi made the agreement and returned to the platform temporarily, while Chu Jinglan walked down from the stage and went straight to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo was looking at him with a smile.

No matter whether the people around him looked at him with surprise, jealousy, or admiration, it was not as good as a simple smile from this person.

The sharp sword intent on Chu Jinglan's body turned into a clear light in his eyes in front of Xiao Mo.

"I won."

"Yeah, I'm watching."

Xiao Mo's clothes were bright and his smile was even brighter: "You will continue to win."

Chu Jinglan's lips were also touched by him and showed a curve of spring breeze: "Then you have to keep watching."

He was not afraid of the road ahead, but a journey accompanied by the sound of the flute was always better than a lonely street.

As the sword music follows, the heart can blossom.