The battle is about to break out and is extremely fierce!
The fooled demon cultivator flew into a rage. After the noise outside subsided, he closed his eyes and spread his consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, he was puzzled: "Where did all these cultivators come from?! Are they here for the market?"
Isn't there only one Zhong Changyao?!
It seems that he is really confident about this small country and feels that he is in complete control, so he usually doesn't pay attention to what is happening outside. Of course, it is also possible that he and the big monster have been scheming and fighting each other for a long time and have no time to pay attention to this place.
...However, based on just a brief impression, Yun Xian always felt that he could fight him to the death, and that the big monster probably didn't have a very smart brain either.
The truth was revealed. Yun Xian pushed Feng Ye and said, "Let's go!"
Feng Ye was familiar with the tactics. Without hesitation, he picked up the piano and ran away. His red skirt fluttered, revealing the sweat hair on his arms.
No matter what, he was still a boy. It might have been fine if he hadn't moved before, but now that he was moving the zither, the muscles in his arms were exposed. The demon cultivator recalled his gentle words just now and his face immediately turned green. "You humans are really despicable! Where's Tang Yang? Get out here! What's going on?"
He addressed the emperor by name so directly that the emperor came in with a pale face and said immediately, "I, I don't know! Ke'er was here just now!"
The imperial majesty was completely gone, and it even looked a little ridiculous.
"You mean, these guys stole the princess?" The demon cultivator finally calmed down from the intense visual stimulation. He slowly looked at Yun Xian and said coldly, "You dare to do evil in my territory? I think you don't want to live anymore."
The pressure from him was overwhelming and suffocating. Yun Xian took out the sword talisman and pressed it on his palm, saying, "What exactly do you want the princess to do?"
The demon cultivator sneered, without answering, and directly activated his demonic energy. A tiny black snake swam out from between his fingers, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards Yun Xian at an incredible speed. Yun Xian clearly saw it rushing towards him, but he almost couldn't dodge in time and was bitten directly at the tiger's mouth, and two black blood holes instantly overflowed.
It turns out that the black dragon entwined above the palace is not a dragon, but an extremely huge black snake!
The snake head hit the target with one strike, then quickly dodged back and coiled around the demon cultivator's wrist. It proudly held its head high and chest puffed out, hissing.
This black snake is considered a demon beast and cannot transform into a human form, but it seems to have intelligence. Its cultivation level is unknown, but it is definitely much higher than Yun Xian's. Yun Xian was stunned when he looked at the blood hole at the tiger's mouth.
This was the first time that her speed, which was her greatest strength, was hindered. It turned out that the gap in cultivation level was not so easy to cross.
"Are you scared? This is my natal spirit pet." The demon cultivator said proudly, "You should have been scared a long time ago. Now, it's too late!"
"No." Yun Xian raised his eyes silently and said, "Then you were so happy drinking snake bile just now..."
The snake's head froze, and it turned to look at the Demon Lord in disbelief: "?"
"...Don't even think about provoking me!" The demon cultivator avoided its small black eyes and flew into a rage: "You're looking for death!"
He raised his hand, and another burst of black light spread out, and everyone present tried their best to avoid it. Although the demon cultivators' cultivation was also suppressed to a certain extent, everyone dared not use their spiritual power lightly. At this moment, they were somewhat stretched. The black light shone in all directions, and the aftermath hit the wall, instantly punching a large hole in the palace wall, and the air was filled with dust and smoke.
There was a group of monks standing outside, a bustling crowd. Yun Xian took a look and saw Tang Wuke in a far corner. Liu Xu was trying to wrap her up in cloth to disguise her as the big knife behind her.
No one noticed her.
According to Yun Xian's earlier speculation, the demon cultivator needed to touch someone to determine if they were the princess. But this was strange. On what basis could they distinguish? Bloodline? Bones? Or was it some special item the princess was carrying?
"So many people?!" No matter how good-tempered the demon cultivator was... and it wasn't very good, he blasted a beam of black light and cursed, "A bunch of eavesdropping ants! Bullshit! Annoying flies!"
It seems that he has a deep grudge against decent people.
Yun Xian took out the sword talisman, flicked his fingertips, and the swift sword energy cut through the air, shattering the black light.
Su Chi stood outside the palace wall, with Zhuo Yue unsheathed. The sword energy remained after the sword energy passed through. The demon cultivator was caught off guard and a deep blood mark appeared on his chest.
"Half a step to distraction?" His expression became serious, and he said coldly: "You guys think highly of me."
Su Chi didn't say anything, just looked at Yun Xian.
"But, here." Before the demon cultivator finished speaking, he quickly rushed forward, "Even if your cultivation is higher than mine, it will be in vain!"
When a man and a demon start fighting, no one can intervene. But everyone also knows that they cannot prolong the battle and should run away as soon as possible. The most important thing now is to prove that everyone has stolen the princess's title and take the blame. This is the second option that was originally agreed upon.
The best thing is naturally to successfully replace one thing with another, without the demon cultivator noticing, and thus fool the enemy.
The second option was to shift the conflict between the cultivators and the demonic cultivators if he discovered it, diverting attention. After all, if the demonic cultivators suddenly removed the protection of Tang Ling Country, these spirits would be lawless enough now, how would ordinary citizens survive?
The sword cultivator in front of him, wearing a bamboo hat, was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. However, since the demon cultivator had been humiliated, how could he let Yun Xian and his group get away so easily? He shouted, "Jimo! Kill them!"
Jimo Shu flashed out and stood in front of Yun Xian.
Yun Xian: “…”
Jimo Shu: "..."
In this fierce battle scene with swords and magic lights flashing everywhere, this place suddenly seemed a little awkward.
"Hi." Yun Xian said, "What a coincidence, we meet again."
Jimo Shu seemed to not want to talk to her. Her shoulders trembled, and the familiar purple silk emerged from her body again. Yun Xian turned to avoid it and openly plotted, "I just saw you poisoning her. You also think the Demon Lord is mentally ill... Sorry for the confusion, your goal is the same as ours, right?"
"It's different." Jimo Shu said coldly: "I just want to eat him to restore my strength. The princess is none of my business."
Whether to eat or not, why is it the same as the animal world? Yun Xian used his eloquence again: "How is it different? You want to kill the demon cultivators, and I want to kill the demon cultivators too. As long as our goals are the same, aren't we friends?"
Jimo Shu: "Is Zhong Changyao your friend?"
Yun Xian: "That's another matter."
"Jimo, what are you doing?! Is this place so restrictive for you?!" The demon cultivator glanced over and angrily asked, "Are you flirting or fighting?!"
A vivid expression of "I'm so annoyed" appeared on Jimo Shu's face, and her expression turned gloomy. The purple light became three times stronger, and it came with a whistling force. Yun Xian saw that the situation was not good, and ran out wildly, standing next to the pale Zhong Changyao!
Jimo Shu's silk ribbon seemed to have eyes, and it tilted directly towards Zhong Changyao.
Zhong Changyao's expression changed drastically. He drew his sword to block, the blade clashing with the silk, making a clanging sound. He couldn't even maintain his composure. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you think about the consequences of your actions?! You're turning against the Demon Lord at a time like this. If you think your life is too long, don't drag me into this!"
"Oh?" Yun Xian held Zhong Changyao and tried to resist. "Then please tell me what you would do if it were you."
Zhong Changyao truly regretted it. Seeing Yun Xian was no good; he was more likely to cause trouble than help. "We absolutely must not provoke him. If we are discovered, we should honestly admit that this is the only solution and give him a few more days..."
"Give him a few days' grace period, and then, after we find the princess, we can have the wedding. The chaos in Tangling Kingdom will be resolved, and everyone can happily return home to find their mothers. Now there are only two choices. If he can't see the princess, he will threaten the people. How can those ordinary people survive? Why not let him point the spearhead at the monks? At least we still have the power to resist. What's wrong with what you think?" Yun Xian said: "Or do you have a better idea? Tell me."
Zhong Changyao said, "A little impatience can ruin a great plan. Don't you understand that this is a temporary solution? Even if it means losing some people, there's nothing we can do about it..."
"No way? I have a way. You can't do anything simply because you don't want to take the risk on their behalf." Yun Xian truly felt that this person exuded hypocrisy from head to toe. He commented, "I don't think you deserve Sishui grass. You deserve to drink slop."
Zhong Changyao's pupils shrank slightly, and he said, "Why do you know..."
At this moment, in addition to panic, his murderous intent surged and he almost couldn't hide it.
He obviously knew what was going on and knew that what he was doing was not gentlemanly at all. If this matter got out, all his efforts to gain a good reputation would be in vain.
A thought flashed through his mind, but before he could do anything, Jimo Shu's silk came straight at him with a strong glow, instantly turning him into a top and causing him to vomit blood.
Yun Xian's apple was taken from his hand, and the back of his hand instantly turned red: "Ah!"
"How dare you eat in front of me? Who do you think I am?" Jimo Shu angrily said, "Put it down!"
Qiao Lingshan watched from the side, with no need to join the battle: "..."
Saint, your letting someone off the hook is exactly the same as poisoning someone. You didn't even bother to hide it. No wonder the demon cultivator could tell at a glance that you weren't serious.
The spiritual body was in turmoil and had been torn to pieces by Su Chi's sword energy. The spiritual energy that could be replenished was very little. At this point, the cultivators looked at each other and nodded.
Run first!
Yun Xian "hardly" broke through Jimo Shu's blockade, and took out two sword talismans again, and suddenly shot them at the back of the demon cultivator. The sword energy was mighty. The demon cultivator didn't expect that she had two such precious things. He dodged in an instant, but was still severely hit on the spine. The black blood instantly dyed the few remaining strips of cloth on his body. The scene was suddenly so obscene that it was difficult to look directly at.
The female cultivator avoided looking at him, and the male cultivator was secretly frightened.
I don't know if this is the effect that the demons themselves want, but it should only be aimed at honest people, because Yun Xian is not shy about looking at it. She will compare more to avoid being deceived. If she wants to find a Taoist partner in the future, she must start from the pendulum clock and there is no upper limit.
The wounds on his body were all caused by Yun Xian's sword talisman. He cursed loudly: "Despicable human race! How dare you sneak attack!!"
"If I don't attack by surprise, what else should I do? Do you think I'm going to beat you up in broad daylight?" Yun Xian wasn't ashamed. Meanness was the underlying color of her life. In this fleeting moment, she nodded to the shield cultivator and said, "Hurry!"
Many cultivators instantly mobilized their spiritual power, opening a short-lived spiritual energy shield. Monk Mingshu's body glowed with golden light, reinforcing the shield. Yun Xian dragged Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye, and "difficultly" avoided Jimo Shu's obstruction and jumped into the shield. Su Chi reached out and caught her knee, saying solemnly, "Let's go!"
The magic cultivator also set up a technique of shape-shifting, which suddenly erupted in an instant, and the group of monks who were crowded together disappeared from the sight of the demon cultivator in an instant.
All that was left was an empty, ruined palace and a bright red veil.
Oh, there is also a dry little apple and Zhong Changyao lying on the ground.
The emperor stood aside, his face pale as death, trying to remain calm: "...Ke'er was taken away by them. I don't know what they will do."
The demon cultivator took a few deep breaths and looked at the wounds on his body.
Here, even wound healing was much slower than outside. Furthermore, he was about to advance, but the lingering spiritual energy within him hadn't been appeased, creating another hidden danger during his tribulation. Plus, that vixen outside was still watching closely, truly annoying him to death.
He had to get the princess as planned. It would be best if he could trick her into consenting. If she remained unwilling...
Although she had no choice, Tang Wuke could only end up like her fiery aunt.
"I'll go out and recuperate first." The demon cultivator put down the black snake on his wrist, cut his finger, and fed his blood into its mouth. He looked up and said to Jimo Shu, "You and it stay here. If you see any cultivators, kill them all, no matter what. Don't leave a single life."
Jimo Shu neither nodded nor shook her head, but just stood there.
The demon cultivator did not think that she had overstepped the line. After all, she still held the position of Saint in the Demon Sect. Even if she refused to follow his instructions, he could not punish her.
The emperor said: "Then..."
"You, issue an order." The demon cultivator pointed at him and said bluntly, "If anyone in the country sees this group of cultivators, report it to the higher-ups. Anyone who dares to hide will die with them."
Emperor: "...I understand."
The demon cultivator had been met with setbacks and was in a very bad mood. Before leaving, he accidentally kicked some trash on the ground. He looked down and saw a sword cultivator who was half a step into the Nascent Soul stage. Then he remembered, "Is this the one who received the Sishui grass?"
"yes."
"..." The demon cultivator stared at Zhong Changyao for a while, unable to discern his expression. After a while, he licked his lips and said, "Keep him. I still have use for him."
The monks were walking along the road with sparks and lightning, their soles almost rubbing off sparks, and finally they found a cool place.
The weapon cultivator set up the simple small conference hall from last night, and the magic cultivator set up a sleight of hand so that ordinary people couldn't see it. Then everyone sat down with solemn expressions.
Apart from anything else, everyone took a breath.
Although there is strength in numbers, the oppression faced by the demon cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage was not in vain. It was already quite brave of him not to give in at that time, not to mention that he actually ran away in front of him. Fortunately, the demon did not catch up.
The shadows on the other side of the sky gradually disappeared, the weather returned to normal, the sun peeked out, and on the streets, some brave citizens secretly opened their doors to take a look.
"That demon cultivator has left?" The female cultivator holding the xiao asked in disbelief, "Isn't he worried?"
Xue Lingxiu frowned and said, "They definitely have a backup plan. That snake has been coiled on the roof. I previously thought it was just a phantom, but after being driven by the demonic cultivator, it transformed into a demonic beast... Its cultivation level is no lower than anyone here."
Liu Xu said, "It looks like he's about to enter the out-of-body stage."
As she spoke, she reached her hand into the white cloth behind her. Tang Wuke felt itchy and subconsciously dodged to the side.
Fortunately, I'm still alive.
Liu Xu had never taken care of a child before, and she was a little scared when she saw that she was so quiet.
"I've been wanting to ask this before, Fellow Daoist Liu." Zhang Heyan asked in confusion, "What's that thing behind you? Why is it moving?"
Liu Xu remained calm and said, "It's a big knife."
Zhang Heyan thought she was joking: "Stop it, how can a knife talk?"
Yun Xian put the champion in front of him and said, "Come on, Xiaohong, come out and show your talent for uncle."
Taiping screamed: "Get out!!!"
Zhang Heyan: “…………”
Yun Xian had a reason for hiding Tang Wuke and not wanting to reveal him. There were so many people, and everyone had different opinions. He was just following the crowd. If Tang Wuke was truly found, there was no guarantee that someone would share Zhong Changyao's opinion.
She couldn't guarantee that others didn't intend to take the person away directly, so this was the only way.
Tang Wuke huddled against Liu Xu's back, her vision only a thin slit. Her heart had been pounding like a drum since the Demon Lord appeared, and it still hadn't calmed down.
Cultivators...is that what they are like?
The Demon Lord was so terrifying, Su Chi could fight him on equal terms, and Yun Xian could even hurt him!
She looked at her timid palms. There was no mark on them at all, but they were white and thin, as if they would break if bent.
If only she had spiritual power. No, if only everyone had spiritual power. If that were the case, we wouldn't have to worry about demonic cultivators or those "spiritual beings" all the time. But why is it that Tang Lingguo has no spiritual energy at all?
"Now that things have come to this, we can only make new plans." Yun Xian said: "Fortunately, the demon cultivators haven't attacked the people yet."
Zhang Heyan said in a gloomy tone, "They didn't attack the people, but now they are attacking us."
"Master Zhang," Xue Lingxiu said gracefully, waving her folding fan. "It's natural for people to be afraid. If you're truly afraid, how about I pay for a carriage and guarantee your safe return to the Northern Territory? What do you think?"
"Mr. Xue is still better at finding the right balance between yin and yang." Qiao Lingshan said to Feng Ye, who was still in full bloom, "This Mr. Zhang is so tasteless. Even his folding fan isn't as good-looking as Mr. Xue's."
Feng Ye agreed.
Mingshu had just physically liberated many spirits outside. Now he pondered and wrote a word in the air: "Demon".
"Demon? What kind of demon? Witch? Demon cultivator? Demon snake?" Yun Xian answered enthusiastically.
Mingshu nodded and quietly wrote "Kill them all".
Everyone looked at his compassionate bald head: "......"
At least write the word "渡" (crossing), it will look better. No wonder Qi Zhiye sent him here, the two of them must have a lot in common.
Now that the people were safe for the time being, the pressure shifted to the cultivators. The ultimate goal was still to kill the demon. However, to kill the demon cultivator, one must definitely kill with one strike. Although he was not very smart, he learned from his mistakes. Who could get close to him, and who could hit the vital point directly?
Yun Xian actually thought that Jimo Shu should be able to do it, and he would try to persuade her when the time comes.
Speaking of Jimo Shu... Zhong Changyao didn't seem to enter the protective shield just now? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Go wherever you want.
"Oh right." She suddenly remembered something and looked up to ask everyone, "Did any fellow Taoist say last night that she knew the weak spot of this demon cultivator?"
Liu Xu was confused and said, "Is it three inches above the navel or three inches below the navel?"
"Perhaps it's possible." Yun Xian said solemnly, "Both."
"..." Silence fell. Xue Lingxiu endured it and said, "Yun Xian, you should read less of that kind of books."
What Yun Xian said was right. It was indeed both. But since both were to hit vital points, everyone preferred to hit three inches above the navel. Although the target was clearer three inches below the navel, it always felt very tasteless to attack that place.
"It's normal that everyone doesn't want to do such sneaky things." Yun Xian said sympathetically, "I'm a bit shy and just a novice female cultivator, so it's not very convenient for me. Why don't you leave it to Master Zhang? I think Master Zhang is capable of doing it."
Zhang Heyan slammed the table and stood up: "Yun Xian, don't go too far!!"
Su Chi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Get ready to leave, there's a breath coming."
"What? What aura?"
"Could it be a demon cultivator? Did he just feint?"
"Or maybe it's that witch? That witch and the demon cultivators are really in cahoots. We haven't even settled the score with her for the Four-way War yet..."
Everyone had just experienced a great battle and was in chaos for a moment, but they quickly picked up their weapons and prepared to leave immediately. Zhang Heyan watched from the side and always felt that his luck was not going well. The feeling of being ignored came up again.
Ever since Yun Xian showed up, everyone obeyed her and took her orders. On the contrary, no one listened to what he said. Zhang Heyan had never been treated like this before. Moreover, Jiange was a broken sect that hadn't even completed a single Heavenly Grade mission. How could it be qualified to lead the team?
And who is this guy wearing a bamboo hat the whole time? I didn't see him last night, and he didn't say a word.
"Everyone, don't panic. The more you panic, the more likely something will go wrong!" Zhang Heyan stood up and said loudly, "At this point, we all know each other very well. Only this person who came along halfway has no background at all! We can't be led astray so easily!"
The urge to perform kicked in again. Everyone thought, so what if we don't know the details? Who was it that fought the demon cultivator face to face? If not him, could it be you? Even if he was a demon, a demon cultivator, we still had to follow him.
Su Chi stood up straight and looked at him.
Zhang Heyan felt a chill run down his spine as he was stared at by his emotionless gaze beneath his bamboo hat. He still said stubbornly, "He looks ordinary, and yet he's hiding his face—"
There were faint sounds of hurried footsteps in the distance. Su Chi didn't bother to talk nonsense. Anyway, the people from the Sword Sect had already left. He pulled off his bamboo hat, raised his head again, and said coldly, "It's that snake."
Everyone took a breath at once: “…” Oh my god!!!
Zhang Heyan: “…”
In an awkward silence, the shield cultivator patted Zhang Heyan on the shoulder and said in a complicated tone, "Brother, you understand the ordinary."
The footsteps were approaching rapidly, and everyone dodged inside. The next moment, the place where they were originally standing was swept fiercely by the long snake tail, and dust flew everywhere in an instant, and the place was in a mess.
Behind the snake's tail, a man from the Tangling Kingdom stood there, pointing to their location woodenly.
"I saw them." He said numbly, "They were heading this way. There's no mistake."
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