As soon as Chang Silv uttered the word, the sound of killing shook the sky, the mountain of ghosts and gods shook, and the gloomy miasma spread out like waves, endlessly.

He moved and came to the side of Taoist Zhaofeng. With great momentum, he slashed down with his sword. The sword was bright and dazzling, cutting both the body and the mind.

"puff"

Taoist Zhaofeng mobilized his magical power and pushed forward with his sleeve, but he was unable to resist. The whole sleeve exploded, revealing an arm covered with scars.

He retreated and tried various tactics while fighting, but the sword light was too sharp and was broken.

“Help me!”

After another fight, Zhaofeng Taoist coughed up blood and his strength was exhausted. He could only roar and ask the other twelve people for help.

Two people came to help. The Law Enforcement Hall is coming with great force. No one can escape and no one will be left unscathed when the nest is overturned.

"roar"

An ugly, hairless monk suddenly shook. Black air billowed from his entire body. His skin swelled as if a layer of it was peeled off, and he turned into a terrifying demon shadow and flew forward.

"Whoosh"

Yin Qingzi, one of the Twelve Wanderers, pressed his thumb against his palm, which was flashing with a little light. He swung his hand and something seemed to break out, so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.

“Boom…”

Chang Siliu sensed the danger, and the Taibai sword energy burst out from his body. Strands of Gengjin energy intertwined with each other to form a huge Hunyuan sphere.

The demon shadow pounced and shook the Hunyuan Sphere, but there was really no gap for it to get into, and it was cut down bit by bit.

"bite"

A vicious needle appeared on the Hunyuan sphere, which was covered with tiny runes, glowing like poison. If anyone was touched by it, their soul would die immediately.

"clang"

Chang Silu gathered the sword energy in his body, swung his sword, and hit the thin needle. Without damaging the object, the sword was hit back and penetrated Yin Qingzi's body.

"No……"

Yin Qingzi screamed, her eyes dimmed, and her body fell like a dead tree, no longer moving.

At the same time, Chang Silu swung dozens of swords. The sword lights piled up like surging waves, rolling in the empty sky. All the magic weapons along the way were destroyed and broken into pieces.

The hairless monk sat in the void, with demonic energy like a cloud, and an evil Buddha appeared. He waved his hand as if he wanted to divide the sky.

"Bang"

The sword light rolled past, breaking the boundary, and the monk's body trembled. It was destroyed directly like a flood passing through a mountain.

He killed two Guishen Mountain wanderers in a row. His high spirit and swordsmanship were so fierce that he was unstoppable!

Taoist Zhaofeng's expression changed repeatedly, through frustration, fear, madness, and finally into dull determination.

"I have been managing Ghost Mountain for two hundred years, and it has only become so magnificent now, but you destroyed it. How can I not blame you?"

He knew that Ghost Mountain could not hold out, but he felt resentful and unwilling that Chang Silu had led everyone to gain merit by sacrificing their lives.

then……

He dug the earth veins, and the earth energy as vast as a river burst out, rushing up with miasma, and the black and yellow air churned endlessly, causing chaos.

After that, he mobilized the mostly broken ghosts and gods to form a protective shield, trying his best to suppress the chaos.

It was like a suppressed oil field, the atmosphere was hot and dry, and it would explode immediately with the slightest fire.

"boom"

Taoist Zhaofeng ignited the fire of life, and his body was like burning firewood, lighting up the chaotic and depressing world. There was an endless and terrifying aura that was raging rampant, and gusts of surging dark winds blew away the vitality of all living things.

The fire burned fiercely, fueled by the inspiration. Once it gained momentum, there was no possibility of suppression, and it swallowed up everything in the Ghost Mountain.

"Hahaha, let's be buried here together."

Taoist Zhaofeng stood in the chaotic world, watching the cultivators being swallowed by the cold wind and the earth fire, the huge rocks flying backwards, crushing their flesh and blood bodies, and wisps of terrifying aura piercing the sky.

He laughed wildly and turned to look at the people from the Law Enforcement Hall, wanting to see them destroyed, but a wave of air overwhelmed him and his figures turned into ashes and disappeared.

“So cruel.”

Chang Silu took a look at the collapsed Ghost Mountain, then looked at the outside world. The formation locked the sky, and the fierce airflow was like a dragon flying, destroying the form of life.

Taoist Zhaofeng was disheartened and used the entire Ghost Mountain as a burial site, completely disregarding his own people and only wanting to kill them.

"what to do?"

The monks of the law enforcement team were in a panic. They couldn't escape this situation, and staying here would mean death.

"boom"

The entire Ghost Mountain collapsed.

The ground's energy leaked out wildly, and the land within dozens of miles collapsed. The vibration could be felt hundreds of miles away. The black and yellow energies in the sky were entangled, like a long tombstone standing tall.

Chang Silu and others returned with a great victory. The Ghost and God Mountain was destroyed. In one battle, they killed three hundred Qi Refining Realm masters and twelve Foundation Establishment Realm monks. Their achievements were outstanding and shocked the Law Enforcement Hall.

Rumor has it that Chang Silu will inevitably become the head of the Iron Punishment Department. Once he takes the position, he will become a high-ranking official in the Law Enforcement Hall.

I don't know why this matter remains unresolved. It has never been finalized, nor has the rumor been refuted. It's very strange.

“Cough cough cough…”

A man walked into the Black Abyss Prison. He had a handsome appearance, probably a young man, but his temples were already a little gray. He was coughing, and when one touched his mouth with his hand, one could feel a trace of bright red.

His body was a little weak, but his waist was straight. He walked in the darkness, feeling the dark eyes emitted by the prisoners in the cell. He was not afraid at all and was very calm.

"The sword energy has invaded my body and damaged my foundation. I probably can't escape this time."

Chang Silu wiped the blood off his hands, his expression calm. When the Ghost Mountain collapsed, he forcefully activated the Taibai Sword Sutra, exhausting his magic power to protect the entire law enforcement team.

However, this time he had strained his body too much. There was no way he could recover after a period of recuperation like before. His foundations had been truly shaken, and his strength had been greatly reduced, leaving him almost useless.

Because of this, his position as Director of the Iron Punishment Department has remained undecided and seems to be impossible to implement.

"Brother Chen..."

He didn't feel any reluctance, he just wanted to come to the Black Abyss Prison to see Chen Sheng.

Still the same as before.

Under the window sill of Area A11, the man remained unchanged, growing spiritual herbs, placing an armchair and a cushion, looking calm and peaceful.

Even though he knew that Chen Sheng was in charge of the Dark Blade Tenth Team and his power had greatly increased, that feeling remained unchanged.

Perhaps, this is what a real master is.

"How did you get hurt like this?"

When Mr. Chen saw Chang Silu, he was a little surprised. His body was weak and his sword energy was chaotic, like a disordered human magnetic field, as if he was useless.

"Brother Chen, I wiped out Ghost God Mountain, which had three hundred cave masters and twelve scattered people. If it weren't for Taoist Zhaofeng being so ruthless, I might have been able to escape unscathed."

Chang Silu's state of mind was calm, without any resentment of having fallen to the bottom, and he could even laugh when talking about his achievements in the Ghost Mountain.

This was his choice, he acted according to his heart, no matter how miserable he was, he could accept it.

"Too rigid can easily break. You are too rigid."

Mr. Chen had a lot to say, but he just sighed. Being able to do things according to one's heart is already an extremely remarkable life.

It is true that success and failure are both due to Taibai Xijing.

He always thought deeply and determinedly, and made progress courageously. His magical powers increased greatly, and he gained quite a reputation. Before he was a hundred years old, he was about to become a senior figure in the Law Enforcement Hall.

Also because it was too sharp, it was broken halfway and stopped on the road to progress.

"Yes, so I have to retire early."

Chang Silu chuckled, and ended up in such a situation. He no longer wanted to kill the enemy, so he could only restrain his strength, return to the countryside, and become an idle person.

I can accept it, but when I think about it, it’s still a bit sad.

After the best years of one’s life have blossomed to the fullest, they are like fireworks, no longer stunning. The feeling of this is unknown to outsiders.

"That's not necessary."

Mr. Chen changed the subject.

"Brother Chen has a solution!"

Chang Silu was very happy that he could continue to kill and conquer people, and he didn't want to retire.

"Yes, it can make you recover, but there are some things that cannot be recovered."

Chen Sheng is a top-notch second-level alchemist who has reached the threshold of the third level. If others were to treat Chang Silu's injuries, they would think they are hopeless, but in his opinion, he is not at the end of his rope yet.

However, Chang Silu's injuries were too serious.

Injuries, big or small, old or new, all broke out all at once. They were all due to practicing Taibai Xijing. If you practice too hard and bravely but don't recuperate in time, even if you recover, it is inevitable that your original vitality will be greatly damaged.

“That’s good enough.”

Chang Silu accepted it calmly. The sword cultivators had unparalleled killing power, but their strength was easily broken and very few of them died of natural causes.

But so what.

Seize every day and seek pleasure.

That's enough.

(End of this chapter)