Chapter 139: Old Friend "Why did Song Duoyan create such a face for you...
Unlike the previous one, this room was pitch black. Through the crack in the door, one could only vaguely see the layout inside, and there was no movement at all.
Xie Wuyang still used the method of using blood to attract spirits, trying to lure the people inside out.
However, he never expected that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered, and even the door of the previous room was pushed open. When he looked inside, he found that the room was still dead silent, as if no one had lived there.
"Could he be an ordinary person? That's why he can't sense the spiritual power?" Xu Pingsheng couldn't help but doubt it.
"The demons are rampant on the border of the human world. Apart from those who originally lived here, what ordinary people would come to such a place?"
As Xie Wuyang spoke, he raised his hand and pressed on the door, pushing it open. "Whether it's an immortal or a demon, we'll know once we take a look."
Whether they are demon cultivators or immortal cultivators, their hearing and eyesight are excellent.
Xie Wuyang made his movements as light as possible, but the tiny sound he made was still amplified several times in the darkness.
They walked all the way through the inn and did not see any other people, so they inferred that the man was most likely hiding in his own house.
Xie Wuyang didn't think that simply opening the door like this would hide it from the eyes and ears of the people inside the room.
But he managed to get in smoothly.
The room was empty and incredibly clean, as if the person who rented it had never set foot here. Even the bed was so tidy that there was not a single wrinkle.
Xie Wuyang frowned, came out from the inner room, and walked towards Xu Pingsheng, who had also finished his investigation. "Did you find anything?"
"No." Xu Pingsheng shook his head. "Could it be that the shopkeeper put the key in the wrong place?"
Xie Wuyang didn't say anything. His subconscious told him that this matter was definitely not as simple as it seemed. "Let's talk about it after we get out."
There was a curious look in Xie Wuyang's narrowed eyes.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the room, strange yet familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere inadvertently.
Where have you smelled it before?
Xie Wuyang walked out while thinking. When he raised his hand to touch the door, a cold wind blew past behind him, making his back cold. He subconsciously turned around to look behind him.
The closed doors and windows were opened for some reason, and wind was blowing in.
"What's wrong?" Xu Pingsheng asked.
"Nothing?" Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, retracted his gaze, and asked casually, "Were the windows open when we came in?"
Xu Pingsheng thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be..."
Before he could finish his words, a very strong and fierce palm wind suddenly came from above his head.
Xu Pingsheng grabbed Xie Wuyang's arm and dodged to the side.
In an instant, a storm arose.
The powerful spiritual power crashed down, landing on the ground and penetrating it, leaving a hole large enough for one person to pass through.
Xu Pingsheng drew his right hand from his waist, summoned a spiritual weapon, and stood in front of Xie Wuyang. "Who is coming?"
The man's figure was ghostly, and he ignored them. He adjusted his posture and hit the two of them with another powerful spiritual power.
Xu Pingsheng swung out a sword energy with his backhand, and the two forces collided in mid-air, making a sharp buzzing sound.
Dust was flying and yellow sand was all over the ground, leading three figures into the air.
Xu Pingsheng threw out a piece of talisman paper, forming a barrier to protect Xie Wuyang, while he himself held the sword to meet the man. He moved his ears slightly to identify the man's direction, and with a flash of the sword, he turned back to leave a blood mark on the hand that was attacking him.
Then the tip of the sword turned and accurately pierced the man's right shoulder.
"If you reveal the purpose and the mastermind behind this, I will spare your life."
Amidst the dust, the man, dressed in black with a veil covering his face, raised his hand to grasp the Phoenix Feather Sword that had pierced his shoulder, and gradually applied force, allowing it to pierce his flesh.
Blood stained and dripped from the sword edge.
Xu Pingsheng suddenly widened his eyes and tried to pull out the phoenix feather, but he found it difficult to do so.
“Puff——”
The sword sank in.
The man in black took the opportunity to chop Xu Pingsheng's wrist with his side hand. When he let go of the magic weapon in pain, he slapped Xu Pingsheng with a palm, knocking him back several steps and leaving a human-shaped mark on the wall.
Xu Pingsheng's chest shook, his body slid down weakly, and he tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
When he looked up, he saw something, his eyes trembled, and he moved his lips with difficulty, "Junior Brother..."
The man in black pulled out the sword that was stuck in his chest at some point. The sword light pierced through the flying yellow earth and approached Xie Wuyang.
Waves of cold light were getting closer and closer in Xie Wuyang's eyes. In a flash, Xie Wuyang peeled off the talisman paper and dodged to the side. The Fengling sword energy drew a long sword mark on the ground, cutting the door in half.
Xie Wuyang took the opportunity to draw out Zhuxie and blocked the attack that was coming towards him again.
The sword edge was getting closer and closer, and Zhuxie retreated again and again. Xie Wuyang's arms were shaking, veins on his forehead were bulging, and he gritted his teeth, "Were you sent by Song Duoyan?"
The man in black said nothing, his face hidden under the veil, leaving only a pair of eyes, dark, bright and cold, as if they could penetrate the dark night.
Almost without warning, another pair of eyes appeared in Xie Wuyang's mind.
Chongyin Palace, slaughter four.
Xie Wuyang's expression suddenly changed, and the strength in his hand loosened. The sword moved a little closer and brushed against his face.
At the critical moment of life and death, Xie Wuyang's mind worked very fast.
He suddenly turned around and shouted at Xu Pingsheng, who had just stood up, "Brother! Use the Fire Summoning Talisman!"
Xu Pingsheng didn't have time to think about it. He took out a talisman from his waist and slapped Tu Si on the back.
Tu Si was not paying attention. When he came to his senses, the flames were already blazing fiercely, burning his clothes and flesh, and the fire was getting more and more intense.
Puppets have no sense of pain. Unless a sword is pierced through Tu Si's heart like Xie Wuyang did to Song Duoyan that day, they will live forever and be difficult to kill.
Besides, this person is still useful.
If you are not afraid of swords, then what about fire?
Will the raging fire ever end?
As long as Tu Si stops them, the puppet body won't die, and they can...
Taking advantage of the puppet's distraction, Xie Wuyang exerted force with his hand and pushed the sword in front of him away by an inch.
Then, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he loosened his right hand that was holding Zhuxie, and pulled off the man's veil with his backhand.
The sword tip fell instantly. Xie Wuyang held the talisman in his palm and pushed it downwards. The spiritual power burst out from the talisman and made him flip twice. He stepped on the ground and stood up using the force.
Tu Si quickly collected the phoenix feather, dodged to the side and turned his back.
Xie Wuyang and Xu Pingsheng's eyes met in mid-air. One of them held a sword and the other used his palm, and they attacked Tu Si at the same time, one from the front and the other from the back.
Tu Si was too busy to take care of anything else, and raised his hands to greet them, revealing the strange yet familiar and frightening face under the mask.
Xu Pingsheng looked stunned, and the spiritual power in his palm stopped, and Tu Si almost took advantage of the opportunity.
“You…you are…”
As if finally realizing that his face was exposed, General Tu Si suddenly strengthened his spiritual power, pushed the two people away, and jumped out of the window to escape.
Xie Wuyang quickly stretched out his hand and a red rope flew out from his sleeve, tying Tu Si to a pillar on the side before he could escape.
Tu Si frowned slightly and began to struggle.
Xie Wuyang walked to him and stopped, squatting down, one hand on his knee, holding Zhuxie in the other hand and standing on the ground, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking around at Tu Si's face.
This is an exceptionally handsome face.
Her eyebrows are like distant ink, her eyes are deep, her nose is straight and delicate, and her lips are thin.
She has a very gentle appearance, but not feminine, instead she has a bit of exquisite nobility.
In the world of cultivation, he would surely attract the admiration of many girls, if not...
This face looks very much like an old friend.
Xie Wuyang glanced sideways at Xu Pingsheng, who was still in a daze, and became more certain of his guess.
"Why did Song Duoyan create such a face for you..." Xie Wuyang murmured.
I don’t know if it was the three words “Song Duoyan” that stimulated him, but Tu Si’s struggle became a little more intense.
"I didn't expect that you were actually a loyal servant..." Xie Wuyang said "tsk" softly, staring at the face in front of him, and couldn't help but start to lose consciousness.
The battle between Song Duoyan and Fu Guang a thousand years ago has been passed down from generation to generation in later generations.
At the end of that battle, the most powerful city of the demon clan was destroyed, the most promising disciple Song Duoyan died, and Fu Guang ascended to heaven because of his perfect merits. Since then, no one has seen Fu Guang himself.
But now, the two faces that only existed in the painters' pens and storytellers' stories reappeared for no reason. Song Duoyan hid in the demon world for several years without being discovered. He even created a puppet and made a face exactly like Fu Guang. His dark thoughts can be imagined.
What on earth does this madman want to do?
Xie Wuyang suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
He shifted his gaze away from Tu Si and turned to look at Xu Pingsheng.
“Senior Brother…”
Compared to Xie Wuyang, Xu Pingsheng, a member of the immortal sect, was obviously more shocked. He was immersed in fear for a long time and did not come back to his senses.
"Senior Brother Xu."
Xu Pingsheng took a deep breath, his chest shook, and he finally came back to his senses. "What's wrong?"
"How much do you know about the affairs of Fuguang God and Song Duoyan in the Immortal Sect?"
Xu Pingsheng thought about it carefully, leaving out no detail. "Not much. Back then, the God of Fuguang infiltrated the demon clan and destroyed Yicheng single-handedly. The rumors are all fabricated. No one knows what really happened. Even my master doesn't know much."
"Why do you think Song Dayan would keep someone who looks like his enemy by his side?"
Xu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "For humiliation?"
Logically speaking, it should be to vent hatred.
But no matter how Xie Wuyang looked at it, he felt that Tu Si's puppet had a rosy complexion and a face as white as cream, and did not look like it was being tortured at all.
Is it really just for hatred?
Somehow, Xie Wuyang remembered the small words in "The Record of Imperial Gods" that were commented on by someone.
The four words "No distracting thoughts" were circled, using a handwriting completely different from Song Duoyan's. "It seems that you can't use this formation."
In a flash, Xie Wuyang's thoughts flashed, and he suddenly said, "Brother, do you know where to find the handwriting of Fuguang God?"
"Yes," Xu Pingsheng said, "The Record of Cultivation, written by the Divine Master Fuguang, is stored in the library on Cangqiong Mountain. I'll send a message to Master and have him send it over."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Pingsheng immediately took out a sound transmission talisman. Before Xie Wuyang could come back to his senses, he had already recorded what he wanted to say and sent it over with a flick of his fingertips.
After finishing everything, Xu Pingsheng turned around and met Xie Wuyang's puzzled expression, "Junior brother, what's the problem?"
"No." Xie Wuyang suppressed his thoughts and said, "Since I've already sent a message to the Sect Leader, why not explain everything clearly and ask for Uncle Master's opinion."
"Okay." Xu Pingsheng nodded, and suddenly remembered something he had overlooked, "But why don't you discuss this with Yun Xianzun?"
Xie Wuyang was speechless for a moment and said vaguely, "Yun Wanzhou is not here."
Xu Pingsheng was startled. "He's not with you?"
"Because of some things, we are separated temporarily." Xie Wuyang continued to be vague.
Yun Wanzhou was willing to betray the Immortal Sect for Xie Wuyang. What could make him feel at ease to leave Xie Wuyang, who had lost all his cultivation, behind and split his troops into two groups?
Xu Pingsheng couldn't help but feel confused, but he was not the kind of person who would ask questions, so he suppressed this doubt in his heart and did not continue to ask.
In the vast darkness of the night, the spiritual light called by the sound transmission note quickly streaked across the boundless desert, crossed the mountains and plains, and finally landed on a lush green hilltop, in front of a lighted window.
Wu Hanfeng was discussing serious matters with Yun Wanzhou and several other sect leaders and elders. From having different opinions to reaching the same conclusion, the whole night of verbal battle finally came to a conclusion.
"Then let's do as Sect Leader Wu said. We will go back and gather our disciples and prepare for battle."
"Thank you, Master Qin."
"It's our responsibility, it's our duty. We'll take our leave now. Once the leader gives the order, we'll gather in the sky and attack the demon world."
"Thank you, Sect Leader Qin."
"No problem. Goodbye."
After bidding farewell, Wu Hanfeng closed the door, knitted his brows, and said in an irritable tone, "What a bunch of old foxes! Song Duoyan has reappeared in the cultivation world, and the demons are so rampant that they even managed to steal the Nightmare Stone. And yet they are still unwilling to send out disciples. Do they have to wait until the demons wipe out our entire sect?!"
"Ever since the battle with the God of Fuguang, the Immortal Sect has been at peace for a thousand years. It has always been like this."
"Junior Brother, you're really something. That Xie Wuyang is just a remnant of the demon clan, and to save him, you actually gave up your position as an Immortal Venerable, and exposed yourself to gossip for nothing. Didn't you just hear that those old foxes were both overtly and covertly accusing you of colluding with the demon clan?"
"The innocent will be cleared." The light illuminated half of Yun Wanzhou's face, while the other half was hidden in the shadows, and his expression was difficult to understand.
Wu Hanfeng sighed, as if he didn't know what to do with this junior brother. "Never mind. Fortunately, nothing serious has happened yet, so we stopped the damage in time. Xie Wuyang has chosen to stay in the Demon Realm, so he's made his stance clear. In two days, when all the immortal sects gather in the sky, you can use this opportunity to announce to the world that he is removed from your rank."
"I don't agree." Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and opened his eyes. His fiery eyes revealed an unprecedented stubbornness.
"You have to agree even if you don't want to! If one day, Xie Wuyang joins forces with the demons to fight against the Immortal Sect, do you want my Cangqiong Mountain to fall into a place of injustice?"
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