Chapter 142 World Alliance "...I can be Master's eyes."...
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but feel satisfied, as if the annoying things were finally smashed to pieces by his own hands, and the eyesores were finally driven away, and the refreshing pleasure filled every inch of his skin.
Jiang Shutong's lips opened and closed, and after realizing what he saw, his faith finally collapsed and his composure was gone.
In the end, he even forgot who he was, where he was, and why he came there, and fled in panic.
The depression I had been feeling for the past few days was half relieved because of this little episode.
Xie Wuyang stayed with Yun Wanzhou until dusk, and watched his eyelashes tremble as he opened his eyes.
When I first woke up, my eyes were not as clear as usual. Physiological tears gathered in my eye sockets, revealing a bit of haziness and laziness.
After her unsuspecting eyes met Xie Wuyang's, the haziness instantly disappeared.
Yun Wanzhou pushed himself up and came back to his senses. He glanced at the sky outside, then at Xie Wuyang. He realized that he had stayed in the house all day. He was surprised at first, then calmed down. "Why haven't you gone home yet?"
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple twitched, suppressing the restlessness that Yun Wanzhou had unintentionally provoked. He didn't directly address the question, "Jiang Shutong came over while Master was asleep."
"Did he say anything?" Yun Wanzhou asked.
Xie Wuyang's expression was respectful, avoiding the main point. "He left after seeing Master fall asleep, without leaving any words."
Yun Wanzhou pinched his sour brows and didn't ask any more questions.
It was not until the next day that Xie Wuyang learned the purpose of Jiang Shutong's visit.
The war between the human and demon worlds is about to break out. Hundreds of immortal sects gather in the sky and are about to start the Hundred Sects Alliance to prove their determination to "help the world and save the people from danger."
Once the oath was made, all the immortals united to elect a leader and discuss major plans together.
The Wax Apple Clan fell apart and was unable to take care of itself, the Wuxiang Villa tended to avoid harm and was timid, and only the Cangqiong Mountain remained firmly in the first place and prospered.
In addition, there is an immortal master in Cangqiong Mountain who is extremely powerful and has ascended to heaven in one step.
The position of alliance leader naturally fell to Yun Wanzhou.
The next time I saw Jiang Shutong was on the day of the World Alliance.
The sky was dark and gloomy.
Silent pressure fell on everyone's heart, the immortals swore an oath of blood, and people's hearts were boiling.
As the elected leader, Yun Wanzhou naturally stood in the center of the platform, with an immortal look and extraordinary temperament.
The three great immortal sect leaders stood side by side.
Perhaps the shock was too great, Jiang Shutong's face turned pale, his eyes were dark, his gaze was dodging and he didn't even dare to raise his head.
Xie Wuyang's gaze flashed across him and landed on Yun Wanzhou.
He was dressed in an unusually noble manner, wearing brocade and jade clothes, a snow-white belt inlaid with a circle of gold cloud pattern, and a mutton-fat jade hairpin on his head, which complemented the broken snow-white jade sword tassel. His coldness gave him a sense of nobility, making him seem even more out of reach.
Xie Wuyang obviously had no intention of listening to the immortal sect's oath.
One by one, the disciples dripped blood onto the stone pillar that pierced the sky, until the stone pillar lit up, proclaiming their identities as disciples of the immortal sect, and then turned around and walked off the stage.
Everything is in order and going smoothly.
Yun Wanzhou didn't know why, but his brows were furrowed and he felt uneasy and heavy in his heart.
It was as if something was going to happen.
As expected, this ominous premonition was soon confirmed.
Just as the World Alliance was about to come to an end, a disciple suddenly rushed to the platform in a panic.
His entire body looked like it had rolled in a quagmire, covered in weeds and dust, his face stained with blood, and he looked terrified. He spoke in panic, "Immortal Venerable, Sect Leader, this is bad! At the foot of Cang Qiong Mountain... At the foot of Cang Qiong Mountain..."
Yun Wanzhou's brows turned cold and he asked, "What's wrong?"
The disciple's teeth chattered as he pointed at the mountain gate. "For some reason, a layer of black fog has settled beneath Cangqiong Mountain. Everything withers wherever it passes. The people below the mountain who come into contact with the black fog have their flesh corroded, leaving them unrecognizable!"
"What did you say?" Wu Hanfeng stepped forward and grabbed the disciple by the collar. "There's a barrier covering a hundred miles of Cang Qiong Mountain. Where did this evil thing come from?"
"I... I don't know..." The disciple was trembling with fear. "The black fog is dissipating very quickly. It won't be long before the entire Cangqiong Mountain will be in danger, Master..."
Wu Hanfeng tried hard to control his emotions that were on the verge of collapse. He released his grip on the disciple's collar and said with a grim expression, "Pingsheng, take a few disciples down the mountain to take a look."
Xu Pingsheng bowed and said, "Disciple obeys."
After saying that, he pointed out a few disciples of Cangqiong Mountain in the crowd, and went down the mountain facing the solemn gazes of the crowd.
As time passed, the crowd became anxious. People's hearts, already uneasy because of the turmoil caused by the demons, became even more unbearable, and rumors spread among the crowd.
Xie Wuyang stood with the disciples from various factions, listening to their conversations.
"Why haven't they come back yet?" someone whispered, muddying the calm water.
Bad thoughts linger in everyone's mind.
"Could something have happened?"
"No way... He's the eldest disciple of the Cang Qiong Mountain Master, one of the few disciples of his generation to have reached the Nascent Soul stage..."
"So what if you're at Nascent Soul level? Haven't you heard? The demons are making a comeback this time because..." The person who spoke looked around, afraid that others would hear, but also afraid that others wouldn't know. He lowered his voice and leaned closer, "Song Duoyan is back."
"What did you say?" The disciple opened his eyes wide.
Seeing the man's lips moving, as if he was about to say something, Xie Wuyang suddenly sneered and interrupted the conversation between the two people, "Where did you hear that?"
The two disciples turned their heads and looked at him.
Xie Wuyang hadn't appeared in the world of cultivation for several months, and coupled with the hardships in the demon world, his facial features and temperament had changed slightly.
The two disciples looked at him and felt that he looked familiar. They asked uncertainly, "Who is this brother..."
Xie Wuyang said: "Thank you Wuyang."
The two disciples looked at each other, their mouths suddenly opened wide, "You are that demon..."
As soon as she said that, she realized something was wrong and stopped talking. She just stared at him in amazement, her emotions written all over her face.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, flashing a dangerous arc, "Why don't you continue?"
The disciple who had spoken shuddered as if waking from a dream, looking at him as if he had seen a stink bug, and took several steps back. "No, no, I didn't say anything wrong just now."
He tugged at the arm of the disciple beside him and dragged him away, "Thank you, Immortal Friend, please don't take it to heart."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to flee from this embarrassing situation, but Xie Wuyang moved and blocked his way with his backhand, "You are right."
Xie Wuyang had a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes with upturned corners, as if he was smiling all the time.
But the two disciples could not laugh. They only felt that there seemed to be an icy blade hidden in Xie Wuyang's eyes, and a chill was spreading.
"I am indeed a demon." Xie Wuyang admitted his identity directly, "But sometimes, you are even more disgusting than me, a demon."
The disciple's expression froze at what he said, and the smile he had been trying to maintain vanished in an instant, replaced by anger. "Don't be so harsh! You, a demon, have come to join the Hundred Family Alliance with ulterior motives. I haven't even called you a demon spy yet!"
Xie Wuyang raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, "I came here today as a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain. The Sect Leader and Immortal Yun are aware of this matter. Do you think they are harboring spies?"
"You..." The disciple blushed.
Xie Wuyang sneered, his face scornful. "With a formidable enemy at hand, all you can do is speak sarcastically behind our backs. Who is the Lord of the Demon Realm? What business has it of yours? Are you afraid of Song Duoyan? Are you going to be a coward for the rest of your life?"
Xie Wuyang spoke eloquently, feeling happy, "When the fight really breaks out, I'm afraid a demon like me will have to charge in the front."
The disciple's face turned pale and blue after what he said, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
Xie Wuyang didn't want to waste any more time with them, so he walked around them, stood up and walked onto the platform.
Yun Wanzhou was sitting on a stone step at the side, his brows lowered in concentration, wiping the Broken Snow Sword in his hand.
Xie Wuyang subconsciously stepped forward and stood beside Yun Wanzhou, "Master."
Yun Wanzhou paused and looked up at him.
"What do you think of the black fog below the mountain?"
"Disciple is looking for Master for this matter." Xie Wuyang sat down beside Yun Wanzhou and looked up at the sky in the distance.
As far as the eye can see, the other side of the sky is shrouded in black fog and is pitch black.
The clear dividing line was approaching them at an extremely fast speed. Wherever it passed, darkness would remain forever and light would disappear.
Xie Wuyang's heart also sank a little bit, falling into the bottomless abyss.
In the abyss, a familiar force from an unknown source was pulling him and resonating with him.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but feel panicked and clenched his fingertips. "This black fog is most likely from the demon world. The enemy is in front and we are behind. We can't delay any longer."
Yun Wanzhou asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to go down the mountain." Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and met Yun Wanzhou's eyes. "Master, are you willing to go with me?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
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The situation is more serious than expected.
Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou stopped at the barrier at the mountain gate.
Outside the barrier, there was black fog, and as far as the naked eye could see, the grass and trees were withered and yellow, and there was no living thing.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and passed through the barrier. The moment it came into contact with the black fog, a burning stinging sensation spread from his skin, burning him so much that he withdrew his hand abruptly.
At the same time, the sight penetrated the black fog and peeked inside.
In the black fog, there are densely packed human figures, and the demonic energy around them is so surging that it is difficult to distinguish them.
Song Duoyan stood in the front, his black robe blending into the black mist, his skin looking eerily white.
Perhaps it was because he sensed something, but the moment Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on him, Song Duoyan suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes flickering, and their eyes met.
Xie Wuyang's eyes were shocked, and just as he was about to look away, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several figures appearing on the side of thousands of demons.
Those people walked hurriedly, protected by the barrier formed by overflowing spiritual power. They tried hard to look around through the black fog, trying to find some clues.
Xie Wuyang recognized the familiar figure——
Xu Pingsheng.
Perhaps it is because the nightmare stone represents the master, and what the nightmare stone sees can be seen by the master.
If Xu Pingsheng took a few steps forward and met Song Duoyan, given the temperament of the demons, they would probably not let them off easily.
Xu Pingsheng's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, and he can still protect himself. What about others?
Xie Wuyang's expression suddenly became serious, and he grabbed Yun Wanzhou's arm. "Master, can you set up a formation similar to the mountain protection barrier?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "Yes."
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with coldness. "This black fog was created by Song Duoyan using the Nightmare Stone. I just saw through the black fog and saw some things clearly."
Xie Wuyang paused, "The demon army has reached the foot of the mountain, Senior Brother Xu is in danger."
"You stay here, I'll go save him." Yun Wanzhou would not stand idly by. He gathered spiritual power at his fingertips and was about to set up a formation.
Xie Wuyang held his hand and said, "I'll go with you."
"No." Yun Wanzhou rejected him without hesitation, "You don't have any spiritual power. If something goes wrong..."
"I can take care of myself." Xie Wuyang interrupted him. "Master can't tell the direction in the black fog. I can be your eyes."
Yun Wanzhou wanted to say something else, but his eyes suddenly met Xie Wuyang's serious expression.
"If it's any later, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and pinched Xie Wuyang's wrist. He applied a little force with his fingertips, and a golden spiritual power turned into a silk thread, penetrated into Xie Wuyang's fingertips, and stroked the wound soaked in black mist.
Xie Wuyang felt a warmth at his fingertips. When he looked down, the wound miraculously began to heal and returned to normal.
Yun Wanzhou's expression remained calm, but his words were more heart-scorching than the scorching sun in June and July. "Take care of yourself."
What he passed on to him was the protective spiritual light of the Mahayana period.
The powerful spiritual power that does not belong to him enters his body and merges with the original spiritual power, becoming indistinguishable from each other.
Xie Wuyang's heart trembled, and he nodded, "Okay."
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