Chapter 85: Punish the evil cultivators, slay the evil demons, and have a heart as clear as a mirror. ...
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Fu." Although he was my original senior brother, he also saved me. Since we had never met before, I should have thanked him.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang looked into the bronze mirror's magnified eyes and said seriously, "Thank you, Senior Brother Fu, for saving me."
Fu Zhitao seemed extremely excited, unable to contain her voice. "Junior Brother, how are you doing? Where's Master? And Senior Brother Xu? We got separated when we left the secret realm. I wonder if he's doing well?"
The string of questions made Xie Wuyang dizzy and confused. He didn't know where to begin, so he simply frowned and said, "We'll deal with this matter after we leave the secret realm. Senior brother, please step back."
Fu Zhitao seemed to have endless things to say. She moved her lips and muttered a few words before she made way.
"Have a safe trip." said Fuzhitao.
Of course it will be a safe journey, Xie Wuyang repeated in his mind.
But for some reason, when Xie Wuyang was about to step into the bronze mirror, a feeling of unease rose up, leaving him no room to breathe.
Am I overthinking it?
Xie Wuyang frowned and turned around, subconsciously looking at Yun Wanzhou who was standing not far away.
Before he could catch the white robe, something heavy fell in front of him, knocking his body off balance and pushing him out of the illusion.
"Yun Wan..." This scene seemed familiar. Xie Wuyang stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of sand raised in the secret realm.
Then, the sky brightened.
His body rolled heavily on the ground twice. Xie Wuyang felt a pain in his heart as his ribs pierced his chest, and cold sweat broke out on his face.
He forced himself to get half of his body up and saw clearly the "thing" that hit him.
Xu Pingsheng sat on the ground in a daze, staring at his empty right hand for a long time.
He didn't know what he was thinking about, his pupils suddenly shrank, he turned to look at Xie Wuyang, his voice trembling, "Junior brother, my Phoenix Feather is gone..."
Xie Wuyang seemed to have not heard what Xu Pingsheng said and stood up in a daze.
Xu Pingsheng's words were like poisonous thorns, piercing Xie Wuyang's body. "Where is the Immortal Venerable?"
Where is the Immortal Lord...?
Xie Wuyang didn't know either.
His head was buzzing and his eyes moved aimlessly among the people present, but he couldn't find that familiar face.
Until Fu Zhitao walked towards him worriedly, "Junior brother..."
Xie Wuyang seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and tightly grasped Fu Zhitao's arm, "Master is coming out?"
Fu Zhitao's eyes suddenly turned red, and she choked up and shook her head, "No."
"How could he not be there?!" Xie Wuyang pointed at the bronze mirror and murmured to himself as if to comfort himself, "The teleportation formation is still there, how could he not be able to get out?"
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang's tone gradually became higher, and he looked at Jiang Lin who was sitting on the ground with red eyes, "Tell me, why can't he get out?!"
Jiang Lin finally found a glimmer of pleasure in his frustration and laughed sarcastically, "Could it be that you're unlucky and have disturbed the Night Beast that's kept in the dense forest?"
Xie Wuyang's expression froze, and he strode forward and grabbed Jiang Lin's collar. "What do you mean by that?"
Seeing Xie Wuyang's expression, Jiang Lin spoke even more excitedly, "The Night Beast has been sealed in the secret realm for many years. You're just unlucky. Maybe it just happened to break free from the seal."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to cut Jiang Lin into pieces.
"Xie Wuyang, calm down." Jiang Shutong grabbed Xie Wuyang's arm and reminded him in a deep voice.
Xie Wuyang's fingers turned white as he pressed the question word by word, "What does the word 'Ming', 'Shou', 'Su', 'Xing' have to do with my master?"
"You think it's irrelevant, but someone insists on meddling in these matters." Jiang Lin sighed softly, his eyes filled with a hint of deliberate pity. "You've modified the bronze mirror formation so you can enter and exit without the bodhi beads. Have you ever thought about... the monsters within?"
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Lin was hit on the right cheek by a punch.
He licked the blood from the corner of his lips and laughed even more wantonly, "If the Night Beast escapes, that would be truly unimaginable..."
"Jiang Lin, you..." Jiang Shutong shook his head with a pale face and staggered.
Xie Wuyang suddenly let go of Jiang Lin's collar and strode towards the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror in the dense forest was damaged, and even if the formation was reconnected, the scene inside could not be seen clearly.
All you can see are trees broken into countless pieces in the cracks.
As long as the Night Beast is not destroyed, all the disciples of the immortal sects in Lianwu Mountain will not be able to live in peace. Yun Wanzhou knows this better than anyone else.
He had never thought of coming out, but Xie Wuyang only understood it at this moment.
The common people, the immortal sect, the disciples, morality...
In Yun Wanzhou's heart, everything seems to be more important than his own life.
Caring about the world but not yourself.
Perhaps, if Xie Wuyang's demonic energy had not been unstable, the art of sound transmission would have been just a lie made up by Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang stood in front of the bronze mirror, his fingertips curled and loosened, loosened and tightened, and he closed his eyes to hide the bloodshot.
The demonic energy in his body and the spiritual power of Shattered Snow rolled and boiled, fighting endlessly.
After only a moment of peace, the symptoms relapsed.
Xie Wuyang took a deep breath, raised his hand and placed it on the bronze mirror, causing a huge ripple, "I want to go in."
"No." Wu Hanfeng's voice was steady and powerful, his authority undiminished. "It's useless for you to go in."
"No." Xie Wuyang retorted.
After all, he was once the Demon Lord. Even if he is useless now, he is still better than Yun Wanzhou being alone.
What was hilarious was that Sect Leader Wu, who usually wanted to expel him from the mountain gate, was now hesitant and tried to stop him. "At most, his puppet would dissipate and his spiritual power would be lost, but you will definitely die."
Xie Wuyang opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes filled with coldness, "Then this secret realm will be destroyed."
No matter the entanglement between him and Yun Wanzhou in the previous life or the grudges in this life, life and death, no one can control it except him.
Xie Wuyang raised his armrest and casually snatched the spiritual weapon from an unknown disciple. He left a word and was about to step into the mirror, but was blocked by a spiritual sword flying out of nowhere.
The sword is made of black iron and the handle is made of sunken wood. The sword has intertwined patterns and cloud patterns at the end.
Especially the shiny red stone in the middle of the hilt is even more eye-catching.
Xie Wuyang's eyes paused, and all his thoughts were instantly taken away, "This is..."
"This was prepared by your master when you first reached the Foundation Establishment stage. He personally engraved the words on it, intending to give it to you as a reward after this competition." Wu Hanfeng paused and sighed, "Xie Wuyang, this is your spiritual weapon."
His spiritual weapon...
Xie Wuyang stared at the spiritual weapon in front of him for a long time, then raised his hand and stroked the familiar yet unfamiliar patterns.
From the hilt to the scabbard, until the words "Zhu Xie" passed under his fingers.
Those who cultivate immortality, slay evil spirits, and have a heart as clear as a mirror.
Xie Wuyang's thoughts froze, and his heart was suddenly filled with shock.
…
Monks and spiritual weapons are inseparable.
When mentioning the young Lord of the Demon Realm, everyone first thought of the countless blood on the Lord's hands, and then thought of the evil spiritual weapon that created all this.
Someone once said that when evil appears, the sect will be destroyed, blood will flow like a river, and no one will be spared.
But in fact, very few people have actually seen Quexie unsheathed. Among them, the only one who has fought with it and escaped unscathed is the Sky Immortal Master Yun Wanzhou.
When talking about their first encounter, Lord Demon always sighed.
At that time, he had just ascended the throne of the Demon Lord. It was difficult for him to make the transition from wandering freely around the world to being burdened with heavy responsibilities in government affairs.
Coupled with the particularly nagging elders from the Demon Realm, after several months, Xie Wuyang could no longer tolerate it.
It is absolutely impossible to let go of the demonic world, but it is also okay to steal a few days of leisure time.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang finished dealing with the government affairs of the day, waved his hand, and without consulting the elders, gave himself a few days off on the spot and went to Xiaoxiangling to stay for a while.
There is a peach forest on the top of Xiangling Mountain. Every spring, the fragrance fills the air and the whole mountain is covered with peach trees, which is a unique sight on earth.
When Xie Wuyang had nothing to do, he would sit in the peach forest, listening to the birds singing and insects chirping and smelling the fragrance of flowers.
One day, he was sleeping soundly when a wailing sound suddenly came from a distance, shattering his beautiful dream.
Unable to relieve his depressed mood, Xie Wuyang rubbed his finger rings twice, and suddenly summoned Quexie, who flew out of the wind and headed straight for the source of the sound.
There was a "clang" sound as the spiritual weapons clashed. The sword energy broke through the wind and created a crack on the ground.
The fallen flowers rise again and return to dust.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, flicked off the petals on his forehead, and sat up with interest.
In the center of the peach forest, a figure came slowly, his white clothes were as white as snow, and his eyebrows and eyes were as frosty as ice.
Xie Wuyang lowered his gaze slightly and saw the two spiritual weapons in the man's right hand.
"This immortal friend looks so elegant, how could he do such a thing as to occupy other people's spiritual weapons?" Xie Wuyang curled the corners of his lips playfully.
The man looked at the sword in his hand, stunned, "Is this your sword?"
"Exactly."
There was a long silence.
The man asked again, "Where did you come from?"
Xie Wuyang propped up his head and pointed at the red stone on the scabbard. "I personally dug out Jiuying's eyes for decoration, cut down the emperor's wood for the hilt, and spent a lot of money to find thousand-year-old black iron for the sword body."
Seeing that the man was calm, Xie Wuyang suddenly felt a sense of mischief and wanted to take a look at the person hidden under the cold mask.
"Do you know what this sword is called?" Xie Wuyang revealed the magic pattern on his forehead and said something lightly that would scare ordinary people. "It's called Quexie."
Full of confidence but failed to achieve the goal.
The man's eyes moved slightly, as if he couldn't bear it.
Before Xie Wuyang could grasp the emotion, he turned his head away.
…
Why can't you bear it?
Xie Wuyang loosened his palm, and the magic weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Those things that are difficult to understand and sort out are like a ball of thread that suddenly has its end found. Just a gentle pull will reveal the truth.
But Xie Wuyang didn't dare to go any further.
The scene before my eyes was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, with bursts of white light.
In a hazy state, Xie Wuyang half-knelt down and picked up the spiritual weapon on the ground.
Everyone says that he is evil and vicious, and has extraordinary spiritual powers.
Xie Wuyang is also often proud of this.
When casting Quexie, Elder Wushuang had a respectful look on his face and asked him what kind of spiritual weapon he wanted.
The image of a spiritual weapon subconsciously appeared in Xie Wuyang's mind.
He used the best materials and found the most powerful weapon refiner, thinking it was an opportunity.
It was not until today that he learned that Quexie's decoration was not the Nine Infants Eye, but ordinary redstone.
The scabbard is not made of Emperor Tianmu, and the sword body is not made of thousand-year-old black iron.
"Junior brother..." Fu Zhitao was the first to notice Xie Wuyang's strange expression. Thinking he was still worried about Yun Wanzhou, she walked over and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Master is so powerful, he will be fine."
"Hmm..." Xie Wuyang's throat spasmed, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "It will be fine."
He still had a lot of things he wanted to ask Yun Wanzhou, and there were still many things he hadn't figured out.
so.
Yun Wanzhou will be fine.
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This is Xie Wuyang's second time to come to the secret realm.
In a short period of time, the secret realm was turned upside down.
Not far away, there was billowing smoke and raging fire.
The originally lush trees were now bare, blackened, and half dead.
Wherever he passed, the ground was covered with dust, leaving behind clear footprints.
Perhaps it was because Yun Wanzhou had used too much spiritual power, but Xie Wuyang seemed to have sensed something and ran straight along the edge of the sea of fire.
The corpses of monsters were scattered on the ground, including the tentacles of the Night Beast, and the stench of blood was nauseating.
The tree in front of him suddenly flashed with light, leaving a sword mark.
Xie Wuyang paused and turned back as if he had sensed something.
In the sea of fire, a familiar figure leaped up and swung out a sword with his backhand.
Xie Wuyang's throat was dry, and he murmured, "Master..."
The person not far away seemed to sense something. He moved his right arm and swung out a sword. He said in a sharp voice, "Who?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he staggered and was about to fall to the ground.
Xie Wuyang panicked, not caring about the raging fire in front of him, and rushed forward, "Master!"
The flames burned her wrists and left several holes in her clothes.
Xie Wuyang was completely unaware and raised his hands to wrap around Yun Wanzhou's waist.
His original body was just a teenager, not as tall as Yun Wanzhou. In recent years, he has been well-fed and tender in Cangqiong Mountain.
When I caught him, I almost lost my balance and could only squat on the ground with him little by little.
"Why did you come back?" Yun Wanzhou took a deep breath and broke free from his hand.
"I'm worried about Master." Xie Wuyang clenched his fingertips.
Yun Wanzhou was a quiet person to begin with, and now that he had little spiritual power, he was too lazy to even scold. He just turned around silently, raised the Broken Snow Sword and drew two lines on the ground.
Xie Wuyang intuitively felt that he was setting up some kind of formation, but he didn't know what kind of formation it was.
The strokes of spiritual power cannot be seen except at the moment when the formation is completed.
Xie Wuyang was in a state of melancholy, not knowing what he was thinking. He suddenly stood up and took Yun Wanzhou's hand from above, pressing it and trying to argue with him, "Master, come back with me."
"Let go." Yun Wanzhou frowned.
Xie Wuyang lowered his voice and repeated, "Come back with me."
The invisible spiritual power shook his hand away, causing Xie Wuyang to stagger back.
Yun Wanzhou looked at him with serious eyes, engaging in a silent confrontation.
The Zhuxie in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, crushing Xie Wuyang's arrogance and persistence.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang's shoulders trembled, and he looked up with red eyes, "Do you think you are great?"
In one sentence, the hatred from the previous life and the resentment from this life are suppressed.
Pouring out.
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