Chapter 314: Yuanjun's Terror, Huasheng Pond, and the Sea Tide

"She is well-proportioned, tall and short, with shoulders as sharp as a knife, waist as thin as a willow, long and slender neck, and a naturally fair complexion."

"I've always heard that Zizai Tiandou Mu Yuanjun is extremely beautiful, arrogant and brutal. Today, I see that she is even more than the rumors said. You dared to enter the battle alone even though you knew there was a trap. Should I say that you are confident or you don't know how to live or die?"

A sound like thunder came from all directions, and all the pedestrians in the town spoke at the same time. The scene was a little scary for a moment.

Facing this strange sight, the smile on the peach blossom mask suddenly disappeared, and the eyebrows turned into two sharp arrows, slanting upwards: "How dare you scold me, you coward."

"You said that Yuanjun was extremely beautiful, and Yuanjun was very happy. But you said that Yuanjun was arrogant and brutal, you are talking nonsense, even the God did not speak to me like that!"

"The remaining piece of trash with the flag behind your back, stop hiding. And the little dwarf in the crowd, stop pretending, come out together." The eyes on Yuanjun's peach blossom mask flashed with a hint of pink, as if peach blossoms were floating in them, and her tone was as cold as ice.

As soon as these words were spoken, the air fluctuated, and a majestic figure with a copper coin armor covering his face and two battle flags behind him suddenly appeared.

The figures of pedestrians on the street slowly turned into ashes and dissipated. The houses disappeared, revealing the original plain terrain. The ashes gathered together and turned into a dwarf, whose whole body was shrouded in black mist. A chicken-skinned hand was revealed, holding a strange white bone skull staff.

This person stared at Yuan Jun with burning eyes, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

A white-haired old man with two swords crossed on his back also cast a resentful look at the man with the peach blossom mask.

Several thousand meters away from the crowd, there were eighteen huge red pillars with a diameter of three meters. They were covered with mist and carved with strange runes. A stream of illusory and mysterious aura emanated from them.

"Your Xietian Sect is, after all, a top sect in the demonic world. Since when did you become accomplices with a stray dog ​​like Dugu Xiong?" Yuan Jun looked at the three people who had revealed their figures and could not help but sneer.

"Dou Mu Yuanjun, we, the three great Jie Dao Zhenjun, have ambushed and killed you with a great formation. I hope you can laugh again later."

"Today, I will use your head to commemorate the many souls of my Fengyun Sword Sect who died at your hands. My two fellow Taoists, let's start now." The white-haired old man took a step forward and looked at the woman in the peach blossom mask with resentment.

"Dugu Xiong, remember the agreement you made with us~" The dwarf cultivator gently tapped the ground with his staff, and suddenly a thick blood-colored mist emanated from the eighteen red divine pillars, which turned into clouds and enveloped the few people. A sweet and fragrant smell descended from the air, making people drowsy and confused when they smelled it.

The three of them took a step forward together.

At this moment, the eyebrows on the peach blossom mask, which were tilted upward like a pen tip, were suddenly smoothed and turned into two horizontal lines. It looked at the three people with a joking tone, as if it was looking at three jumping clowns.

"Have you ever thought about why you were able to meet Yuan Jun just by chance? Was it very smooth?"

"What?"

Yuan Jun ignored the surprised expressions of the three people and continued to talk to himself: "Three idiots, you are still helping others count money after being sold, you deserve to be killed by Shen Haichao!"

"Well, it's all God's fault that I have to seal myself. It's not fun at all."

"Forget it. Yuan Jun originally wanted to play with you guys as a Jie Dao cultivator, but what he got in return was alienation and ambushes. Those people behind him should stop trying to trick fools. Yuan Jun won't pretend anymore. Yuan Jun is showing his cards!"

"Have you ever seen a flower funeral?"

As he spoke, the man with the peach blossom mask's long black hair suddenly turned silver-white, and a strange light flowed on his hair. Looking closely, he saw that there were actually thousands of extremely tiny runes glowing on his hair.

At this moment, Yuanjun's skin was as red as flowing clouds. She tapped lightly on the tiptoes, and a bunch of peach blossoms lifted her jade feet and suddenly rose up into the sky.

Her feet are like bamboo shoots, and her face is extremely beautiful.

A peach blossom exploded at the toes, and began to spiral upwards madly along the toes, transforming into white peach blossom stockings, anti-gravity over-the-knee skirt armor, breast armor, and raised shoulders... The gap between the skirt armor and the breast armor revealed a piece of jade-like skin, and the waist was slender enough to be held in one hand, which was very imaginative and made the curvature of the breast armor seem a little exaggerated.

At this moment, Yuanjun's face flashed with divine light. He was no longer cynical and frivolous as before. Instead, he looked like a powerful god descending to the earth, and his peach blossom mask was awe-inspiring without even showing any anger.

It happened so quickly that the mutation occurred in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, Dou Mu Yuanjun, you are hiding so well, Dugu Xiong, this time we are going to be killed by you, everyone, stop hiding, use whatever means you have quickly."

The staff-holding dwarf and others did not have time to think too much, and jumped as hard as they could, igniting their own potential, and powerful waves were generated on the ground.

A pure white jade hand gently pressed down from mid-air, as if stroking a grumpy cat, and the restless energy below calmed down, and everything became quiet.

"Hush! Listen, the sound of flowers dying!"

A white finger was placed on the mouth of the peach blossom mask, and a voice without any emotion emerged in the hearts of Dugu Xiong and the other two.

The body cannot move and the mouth cannot speak.

There was despair in their eyes, and they tried hard to look up at the sky.

It’s peach blossoms, peach blossoms falling all over the sky.

The surrounding ten thousand meter airspace was filled with dense peach blossom light rain.

The Southern Dipper represents life, while the Northern Dipper represents death.

The peach blossoms fell on the red divine pillar. There was no corrosion, no collision, and no explosion of light or shadow. The contact area between the divine pillar and the petals seemed to be wiped out by a strange force and disappeared without a trace.

What is amazing is that the peach blossoms fell on the weeds on the ground without harming the grass at all.

Within three breaths, Dugu Xiong and the other two as well as the eighteen red divine pillars disappeared without a trace as if all traces had been erased by an eraser, leaving the ground covered with a thick layer of petals.

A figure wearing a peach blossom mask stood in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, his eyes unfocused and somewhat dazed.

"I seem to remember something."

"Why do I feel so bad, you idiot?"

Yuanjun came back to her senses and recalled the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood that had just flashed through her mind. She was so powerful in the scene that it made people tremble.

However, she was sure that the scene in the picture was not in any area of ​​Dongzhou, or to be more certain, not in any area of ​​the human world. In that place, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the sun and the moon were upside down.

"Forget it, if I can't remember it, I won't think about it anymore. It gives me a headache. Guan Yuanjun, it's nothing~"

"So what if I don't have memories? Can I really be happy if I have memories? Memory is the root of pain!"

"Yes, just be happy."

While talking to himself, Yuanjun lost his power in a second, and all his divinity was gone, returning to his previous lazy and playful appearance.

After she sealed herself again, she tilted her head and scratched it a few times, took out the purple star disk and took a look at it. Yuanjun puffed up her hair and prepared to leave in a heroic and proud manner. The peach blossoms on the ground slowly dissipated.

However, the cascading black hair behind Peach Blossom Mask's head turned into silver-white, no longer as black as ink as before. Because she scratched too hard before, a strand of stupid hair stood out on Peach Blossom Mask's head, the hair was a little messy, and a pair of smiling eyes climbed up the mask again.

Yuanjun’s clear voice suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

"The world is as chaotic as the tide."

“When it rises and falls, it disappears.”

"I am at ease among people."

"Yuanjun is like a carefree fairy."

"Lang Li Ge Lang, Lang Li Ge Lang~"

Yuanjun's wonderful poems are neither flat nor oblique, without any neat and exquisite meaning, but because of this, they seem more free and unrestrained.

Joyful notes echoed between heaven and earth, and soon her figure disappeared on the horizon.

…. ….Heiqi Mountain.

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The entire mountain is pitch black, with few trees and jagged rocks that have transformed into many terrifying shapes. The headquarters of the Yuling Shengkui Sect is located on this mountain.

Under the Heiqi Mountain, in an unknown underground space.

A huge black and red square city lies quietly on the dark ground like a giant beast.

Above the huge city is a huge orb, engraved with densely packed talismans, emitting a soft yellow light, just like the sun in this underground world.

An illusory figure came to the gate of the huge city, and the city guards seemed not to see this person and let him walk slowly in.

A row of strong men nearly four meters tall holding long spears and riding on a huge rhinoceros-like beast were galloping along the street. Behind them were two teams of black-armored guards over three meters tall, with only a pair of eyes showing. They were hurriedly heading out of the giant underground city, as if they were on urgent business.

The black-armored guard had a numb look in his eyes and looked as stiff as a puppet.

The illusory figure faced the large group of people and actually crashed into them directly.

Neither side dodged or evaded; there was no loud noise, no smoke or dust; the large group of troops actually passed directly through the illusory figure; both sides went about their business as if nothing had happened.

Soon, the illusory figure arrived at a side hall in the center of the huge city.

With a creak, the palace door slowly opened.

The hall was empty, with no decoration except for the beams and pillars.

In a pool of black juice, Ling Xudu's head floated out from the juice. The body below the neck had disappeared, replaced by dense blood vessel-like roots.

The illusory figure waved his hand, and suddenly a headless demon corpse appeared above the hall.

"Xudu, this is the corpse of a powerful member of the ancient demon royal family, the Morokko clan. Since you have made up your mind, I will take this corpse out of the sect's Spirit Puppet Cave."

"I'll ask you one last time. It's not too late to regret now. Do you really want to take the risk and seize this corpse? This is a powerful demon that once condensed the prototype of the Palm Dao. Even if it has been sealed away by the sect's secret method and you have the help of the Huasheng Pond, in my opinion, the success rate is still less than 15%."

The illusory figure gradually solidified and turned into a middle-aged man who looked like an old farmer.

The middle-aged man had an ordinary face and an ordinary height. Everything about him was so ordinary that he would not be recognizable if thrown into a crowd. If he had not appeared here, no one would know that this ordinary man in front of them was Shen Haichao, who was in charge of the Yuling Shenggui Sect, a powerful figure who single-handedly pulled the Yuling Shenggui Sect from the bottom of the six demon sects to its current position of second place.

"Thank you Master for your help!" Ling Xudu's eyes lit up, and the blood vessel-like roots on his neck rolled up, immediately rolling the headless demon corpse on the ground into the pool of black juice.

"Fool, our sect's strategist just lost a battle, why is it like this?" Chen Haichao couldn't help but frown when he saw this.

"Master, from today on, the Heavenly Strategy Master is dead. He died at the hands of the Free Heavenly Greedy Wolf Star Lord. If I am lucky enough to succeed and truly occupy this powerful ancient demon's body, then I will have hope for revenge."

"That Greedy Wolf Star Lord is powerful and insidious. This time, I have suffered a great defeat. Not only have I lost my cultivation, but also my mind. I have already developed many demons in my heart. If I don't win back, my cultivation will never improve again."

During the battle that day, Yi Chen did not let anyone off the hook. According to his thinking at the time, although he needed someone important enough to pass the message back and shift the focus to Yuan Jun to avoid other people's attention on him, wouldn't it be enough to let Ling Xudu go so that he could have a chance to escape?

It would be even better if the message could be delivered to Jiuga.

Based on the principle of killing the enemy as long as he can't kill him, Yi Chen directly severely damaged Ling Xudu's foundation. After killing the Mother of the Immortal Sword, he even gave him a soul-destroying death ray at the last moment.

This light penetrated into the soul. Among all the Jianxie Sect monks on the entire flying boat, only one elder who was in the early stage of enlightenment was still alive. He had just become an idiot. He didn't hide when it rained, but would pick up garbage on the ground to eat. The rest were all dead.

The battle nearly caused Ling Xudu's body to collapse. If it weren't for the infinite magic of the Yuling Shengkui Sect's Transformation Pond, his realm would have been regressed.

"Well, since you have made up your mind, I will lend you a helping hand. If you can really fuse this ancient demon corpse of the Morok clan, it will be a step to heaven. No cultivator who has not cultivated the rudiments of the Palm Dao will be your opponent."

"Speaking of which, the information you brought back this time is quite interesting. I used a little trick to arrange for three Jie Dao monks to ambush Dou Mu Yuan Jun. Now the soul lamps of the two idiots from Xie Tian Men have been extinguished, hehe."

"With such a clean and neat crushing, Dou Mu Yuan Jun must be the True Lord of the Dao, and he is also a very interesting Daoist. The Palace Master of Bei Dou Yuan Jun, who is pretending to be crazy and stupid, must be aiming for something big in Zi Zai Tian."

A strange look flashed across Shen Haichao's face, and the face of the old fox Zizai Tianzhu flashed in his mind. For a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed: "Xudu, I will teach you a section of the Yuling Mingsheng Sutra, and give you three drops of my blood. This should increase your success rate of occupying this ancient demon's body to 25%. This is all I can do, and the rest depends on you."

"Also, as your teacher, I want to advise you to take a long-term view. The Northern Territory is just a dispute over the edge of a chessboard. Ups and downs in life are normal. Unfortunately, you have had it too smooth this whole time, which is not good.

Failure is actually a common thing in a person's life. Failure is not scary. What is scary is that you will never recover and become obsessed with failure.

Some of the old veterans are truly indomitable!"

"Haha, become an immortal."

Chen Haichao sighed meaningfully, and with a flip of his hand, a scimitar immediately appeared in his palm. He grasped the scimitar and slashed it hard. Three drops of golden blood seeped out from the wound with difficulty and fell into the Huasheng Pool.

Looking at the resentment and stubbornness in Ling Xudu's eyes, Shen Haichao shook his head helplessly in his heart. The obsession was ingrained in his bones, and now his title of Tianji Strategist of the Yuling Shengkui Sect was really unworthy of its reality.

With a flash of his figure, Shen Haichao's figure gradually faded away, and soon he appeared in an ancient cave full of ancient books. It was not until the bright moon set in the west that his figure appeared on the surface of Heiqi Mountain.

Chen Haichao looked up at the full moon, and couldn't help but pull out a strange smile: "The world is changing?"

(End of this chapter)