Chapter 1: The Devil "Are you still trying to persuade me to turn back?" ...
In the years since he succeeded the Demon Lord, the evaluation of Xie Wuyang in the cultivation world can be summed up in four words: stupid and cruel.
Why do you say he is stupid?
It is said that after Xie Wuyang succeeded to the throne, he did not rectify the demon world or win over the people's hearts, and the first thing he did was to find someone to build a tomb.
The tomb required a huge amount of manpower, with thousands of people working together, and it took a full fifteen years.
Whenever this matter was mentioned, the monks were filled with indignation.
"That devil has committed countless evil deeds and betrayed the orthodoxy. Countless people in the world of cultivation have died in the Holy Burial Tomb, yet he still has the nerve to call himself the Lord?!"
"If you ask me, we should work together to break through the demon world and chop off Xie's head!"
What he said came true.
In the eighteenth year of Xie Wuyang's succession, the hundreds of immortal families finally couldn't bear it anymore.
When the demon world was still weak, these sects were scheming against each other, but now that they are at the critical moment of survival, they are united.
Led by the three major immortal sects of Lianwu, Cangqiong and Wuxiang, all the cultivators gathered together and the first war broke out.
One call and a hundred responses.
The demons were arrogant and demoralized. In order to make them submit, Xie Wuyang tried every means to create a reputation for being cruel and ruthless.
Likewise, he had no soldiers willing to risk their lives for him.
Just as the Demon Realm was retreating step by step and on the verge of defeat, the Lord waved his hand and made a surprising decision.
The demons were willing to give up two cities in exchange for two years of peace.
All the immortal families were horrified.
Anyone who can sit on the throne of the Demon Realm Lord must have a level of cultivation that cannot be underestimated. Rumor has it that Xie Wuyang had reached the upper realm before he ascended to the position of Demon Lord.
He is extremely talented and has great strength.
No one would not be afraid of such an opponent.
The leaders looked at each other and hesitated for several days before finally agreeing to the deal.
The first war ended hastily.
The second war broke out in the 20th year of Xie Wuyang's reign.
More than 4,000 people in Wuxiang Villa were brutally massacred overnight. The villa was flooded with blood and the deaths were extremely tragic.
The hundreds of immortal families pursued the murderer to no avail, and their eyes wandered to the controversial Xie Wuyang.
At that time, Xie Wuyang had just avenged himself and was locked up in the Holy Tomb all day long, rarely seen.
The Lord of the Demon Realm seems to be just an insignificant title.
The battle reports were passed on again and again, and the demon world suffered defeat after defeat, until they had nowhere to retreat.
In the twenty-fourth year, thousands of troops from the Immortal Sect finally arrived at the Holy Tomb.
It is not an exaggeration to call this cemetery a palace.
The patterns in the corridor are complex and difficult to distinguish, resembling both Taotie and vicious dogs.
The road is paved with gold, and the inlaid stones are round and full spiritual stones, exquisite and luxurious.
When the enemy was at the gates, all the immortal sects stopped and no one dared to move.
The young leader who was leading the group was wearing golden armor, had handsome features and eyes as bright as stars.
He stared ahead with a stern gaze, and the disciples behind him stood solemnly.
"The devil Xie Wuyang is extremely cunning. We were able to break through the demon world so easily. I'm afraid there must be a trick."
"Yes, Sect Leader Yan, this journey is extremely dangerous. I, the Lihun Sect, have volunteered to stay here to prevent any reinforcements from the Demon Realm!"
"Haha, isn't this what Sect Leader Hong did? The Soul-Separating Sect doesn't want to die, so they're pushing us into a life-or-death fight with Xie Wuyang?"
"You..." Sect Leader Hong's cheeks flushed with anger, "You are slandering me!"
As soon as the words fell, a flash of cold light suddenly passed by. Yan Xingzhu's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He pressed his sword firmly against Master Hong's neck, "The dignified Master of the Lihun Sect is actually a rat who is trying to boost others' ambitions!"
With a knife held to his neck, Sect Leader Hong's face was not looking good. He sneered, "Steward Yan, you are so righteous. Why don't you go there alone and set an example?"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the elder of Cangqiong Mountain tried to smooth things over, "Hey, stop arguing, we are all in this together, only by working together can we succeed..."
But Yan Xingzhu and Sect Leader Hong were both hot-tempered and angry, so they refused to listen to any advice and just stared at each other angrily in a stalemate.
Just as they were about to draw their swords, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the army of monks, like a stone dropped into a pond, sending ripples flying.
"Immortal Yun!"
"Immortal Yun is here!"
There are more than ten thousand immortal monks, and the number is endless, but there are still some who stand out.
The man was dressed in white, with a cold and solemn temperament. His eyebrows looked like snow falling from the top of a mountain, and the jade tassels around his waist fluttered in the wind.
The Broken Snow Sword had not yet been unsheathed, but everyone seemed to have already seen the heroic figure of its owner swinging the sword.
Yun Wanzhou tiptoed and slipped through the gap made by the crowd.
It was not until Yun Wanzhou stood in front of Sect Leaders Yan and Hong that the two people in a stalemate suddenly came to their senses.
Yan Xingzhu sheathed his sword. Sect Leader Jiang turned around.
"Immortal Yun."
"Immortal Yun."
Yun Wanzhou nodded, as if he didn't notice anything unusual between the two of them.
"Is he in there?"
No matter how big the fire is, it cannot withstand the cold ice. After hearing Yun Wanzhou's words, Yan Xingzhu instantly extinguished the flames.
"yes."
Sect Leader Hong spoke humbly, "Isn't Immortal Yun unwilling to participate in this war? I've found time to come, but what important matter do you wish to direct?"
Sect Leader Hong knew very little about the Immortal Venerable invited by Cangqiong Mountain. He only remembered that they had fought side by side for several years, but he had never seen this Immortal Venerable Yun smile.
Therefore, even the head of the sect was afraid of this leader of unknown origin.
After waiting for a long time with no response, Sect Leader Hong broke out in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to look up to find out what was going on, a voice suddenly came from above his head.
"I'll go." Yun Wanzhou said.
His gaze, traversing the years and a lifetime of love and rain, fell on the end of the long corridor of the Saint Burial Tomb. Yun Wanzhou pursed his thin lips, like a towering mountain.
This dispute that has lasted for more than 20 years should end.
…
A handful of new soil was added to the old grave.
Xie Wuyang walked around the tombstone, removed the weeds on the grave, and then raised his hand to brush off the dust on the tombstone.
This is a blank monument made of wood. The grave is a pile of earth, and grass often grows on it.
No one would have imagined that the magnificent Holy Tomb would be so simple inside.
The noise outside died down.
Xie Wuyang stood up, straightened his complicated and cumbersome robe, and sat down upright in front of the inscriptionless monument.
He didn't know what the other person liked to eat, so he only brought a pot of wine and a few pieces of peach blossom cakes.
I don’t know how long ago I bought the peach blossom pastries, but some of them already have cracks and will crumble to pieces with the slightest touch.
Xie Wuyang was also stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "This pastry shop is the most popular one in the Demon Realm recently. When I went there, there was a very long queue. You can't just look at its appearance."
"We've known each other for a while, so tell me what it's like down there. You haven't done anything bad in your life, so you shouldn't be too sad."
Xie Wuyang picked up the bottle, poured some in front of the grave, and drank a sip himself.
The candlelight flickered, shining on Xie Wuyang's face, half bright and half dark, lonely and desolate.
In order to sit on this seat, Xie Wuyang did all kinds of evil things and used all means possible. But when he looked back, he was disappointed to find that apart from the title of Demon Lord, there were only curses from thousands of people.
His revenge was achieved, his wish fulfilled, and only this tomb remained with him.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the empty cemetery.
Xie Wuyang finished the last sip of wine.
"Did the Immortal Sect only send you?"
The echo lasted for a long time before another voice was heard.
"yes."
"Or are you trying to persuade me to turn back?"
"yes."
Listening to the cold and distant voice beside his ear, Xie Wuyang sneered, "I don't need it."
"Why do you have to go this far?"
Xie Wuyang suddenly turned his head.
Yun Wanzhou had come behind him at some point, staring at him with a frown.
There was a hint of pity in his dark eyes, as if he was a god descending to the mortal world.
What Xie Wuyang hated most was his sanctimonious appearance. He sneered and said, "There are still many things you don't understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ring on his right hand turned and transformed into a sharp sword.
This sword was forged by Xie Wuyang at a huge expense, asking the unrivaled elder from the demon world to forge it. It was named Quexie.
It is decorated with the eyes of the monster Jiuying, and the hilt is made of the Emperor Tianmu wood at the end of the Blue Sea. The sword body is translucent and shining with cold light.
"Now that you're here, let's end it."
Xie Wuyang raised his chin and his eyes fell on the Broken Snow Sword at Yun Wanzhou's waist.
He and Yun Wanzhou had few real confrontations. Most of the time, Yun Wanzhou was the military strategist who gave advice to the Xianmen army.
The only two times they fought each other were when they first met and when he sneaked into Cangqiong Mountain.
Xie Wuyang considers himself the best in the world of cultivation, with a level of cultivation that no one can match, but he was defeated by Yun Wanzhou twice in a row.
Besides being surprised, I was also excited about meeting a worthy opponent.
The Snow-Breaking Sword was still not unsheathed.
Xie Wuyang frowned and looked up, and was about to say something when a golden light exploded!
His vision went blank for an instant, and when he could see clearly again, he only saw thousands of crisscrossing bloodstains centered on Yun Wanzhou.
With my blood, I will slay the demon.
Xie Wuyang realized something in an instant and raised his head suddenly.
"Yun Wanzhou, you plotted against me!" Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth.
Yun Wanzhou frowned and looked at him hesitantly, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start.
Suddenly, there was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door.
Sect Leader Hong led a group of disciples and rushed over, surrounding Xie Wuyang, without any trace of the timid look he had just shown.
Sect Leader Jiang stared at Xie Wuyang with a sharp gaze and asked, "Xie Wuyang, do you admit your guilt?"
Xie Wuyang didn't say anything, just stared at the barrier in front of him.
He injected spiritual power into Quexie and swung his sword, but the moment it touched the barrier, it was counterattacked back, as if to shatter his internal organs.
Xie Wuyang was a little annoyed.
Sect Leader Hong raised his eyebrows smugly, "Xie Wuyang, you have come to this day."
"This formation is specifically designed to slay demons and evil spirits. Immortal Yun and I have put in a lot of effort to lure you into the formation! Just stay inside the formation and follow me back to the Immortal Gate for trial."
Master Hong said this as he walked around the formation.
When they arrived at the tombstone without any words on it, Master Hong bowed twice to it, his expression challenging, "Oh, I wonder who lives inside this tombstone."
"What do you want to do?" Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes.
Master Hong met Xie Wuyang's gaze with a smile, and suddenly kicked the tombstone.
"Of course, I want to say hello to the owner of this Holy Tomb..."
A powerful spiritual power exploded!
Before everyone could come to their senses, Master Hong's pupils shrank and he suddenly fell to the ground.
His body was twitching and he was holding his neck tightly with his right hand, but even so, he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out from between his fingers.
Master Hong made a strange "huh" sound from his throat, kicked his legs twice in pain, and suddenly fell silent.
“Dead…dead?”
Someone was the first to come back to their senses and shouted in the crowd, "He actually broke the Soul Devouring Formation!"
All the immortal families turned their heads.
Xie Wuyang slowly withdrew Quexie, his expression normal. His gaze passed over the crowd of disciples and fell on the inscriptionless stele not far away.
As soon as he raised his foot, the hundreds of immortal families retreated a few steps in panic as if they had seen a flood or a beast.
"It's dirty." Xie Wuyang stopped in front of the tombstone, pursed his lips, bent down, and gently wiped the tombstone twice.
"Tell me, what else could that old man do to disturb your sleep? But don't worry, I've killed him."
Having said that, Xie Wuyang curved his eyebrows and smiled as innocently as a child.
"Are you still dissatisfied with the noise? If so, I'll help you drive these people out, okay?"
The Quexie in his hand vibrated twice, as if responding to his master's words.
Xie Wuyang raised his head with a smile and his eyes fell on the disciples of the Immortal Sect.
In stark contrast, there is the bloodthirstiness and murderousness between his brows.
Just as Xie Wuyang raised his sword, a sword intent suddenly attacked from behind him!
Blood splattered everywhere!
That was the long sword Shattering Snow. Xie Wuyang had seen it before and had fought with it before.
At this moment, he felt the cold sword energy of broken snow in his chest, felt the hot blood slowly cooling down, and his heartbeat gradually subsided.
Xie Wuyang forced himself to raise his hand to touch the tombstone, but it suddenly dropped just before it touched the tombstone.
The peach blossoms in the holy tomb have fallen.
They fell heavily on the inscriptionless monument.
The wind suddenly blew up, blowing away the withered peach petals, and along with them, the notorious and cursed devil Xie Wuyang also disappeared.
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