In the heart of the desert, demons are everywhere.
The blood mist was everywhere, and the sight was filled with a blurry dark red. Looking up, it seemed that even the lonely moon hanging in the sky was dyed blood, and a sense of murderous intent surged for no reason.
The Sha bandit and Lu Wanxing had low cultivation levels and could only barely contain some of the demon cultivators; He Zhizhou and Lin Xun worked together to repel the waves of demons, while Tian Xianzi concentrated on suppressing the aura surging from Pei Ji's body, frowning the whole time.
"Not good, the evil spirit in that boy is gradually dissipating."
Under the sand dunes in the distance, Qing Heng clenched the long sword in his hand and said to Huo Qiao hurriedly: "That group of people are protecting him... We can't attack at all!"
Huo Qiao said "hmm".
What Qing Heng said was true. With their strength, it was difficult for them to even get close to Pei Ji.
It's ridiculous to think that the Demon Realm, which was once so powerful and could compete with the world of cultivation, is now just a bunch of low-level scum. This group of Jindan Yuanying cultivators in the desert are already the most powerful fighting force of the demon clan.
Pei Ji has been possessed by the devil, and they are only one step away from escaping from the formation.
I don’t know when it started, but the huge vortex created by Pei Ji gradually subsided.
The rolling sandstorms gradually calmed down, like the receding tide, slowly revealing a shadow submerged in the water - the black-clothed youth who should have lost consciousness picked up the sword from the ground, and in the inky night, he outlined a slender figure.
Pei Ji woke up.
Their plan...failed.
This wasn't supposed to be the case.
They planned to separate the members of Xuanxu Sword Sect and then send Liu Xiuyuan to kill He Zhizhou, Lin Xun and Wen Hemian. As for Tianxianzi, they would send some magic cultivators to block his way and prevent him from coming here.
By then, Ning Ning will die, Pei Ji will enter the devil's sacrificial formation, and the three devil gods will break out of the formation. Given the current situation of a talent shortage in the cultivation world, it is bound to be unable to resist.
It should have been like this.
By then, all the tribesmen will be able to leave the desolate and remote Demon Realm, walk out of this desert filled with death, and go to the endless cities, rivers, mountains and rivers in the distance, as well as the legendary snow-covered fields covered with white snow.
It's really hard to be trapped in a cage.
"Master!"
Qing Heng said anxiously: "Pei Ji failed to become a demon, and Tian Xianzi is protecting him nearby. There is no hope of breaking the Yin-Yang dust... Let's escape back to the Demon Realm as soon as possible!"
However, the young demon monarch remained silent for a long time, and when he turned his head to look at him, his expression was as calm as water.
Huo Qiao said in a very normal tone: "Besides him, there is another person who can break the formation, right?"
Qing Heng was suddenly stunned.
"If I can take everyone away, it will surely be another bloody storm. Remember to take care of yourselves."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked towards the lonely moon in the sky. He seemed to remember something and suddenly turned his head to meet the eyes of the tall and strong man beside him.
A gust of wind blew.
Huo Qiao smiled slightly, straightened his back, and straightened his clothes that were slightly messy due to the wind and sand: "It seems... that I, the monarch, am not that embarrassed, right? Qing Heng."
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On the other side, in the center of the melee.
Ningning successfully escaped from the sea of consciousness, and after some consideration, she had roughly figured out the current situation.
The demons wanted to force Pei Ji into the demon sacrificial formation, but now that the demonic energy has dissipated, their plan has undoubtedly failed and they should be unable to turn the situation around. The best solution is to surrender.
As for the "system" placed in her mind, that is, the original owner of this body, "Ningning"...
Logically speaking, the circle of cause and effect had already closed since she found the secret book that recorded the reversal of time and space, forming a situation of inevitable death.
However, so much time has passed since then, and the original owner did not choose to kill her. It was probably not out of mercy, but because he had to save her life first.
The other party wanted to transfer all the causes and consequences of his inevitable death onto her, in order to make Ningning bear the destined death for him. Now that the death has not yet come, it is impossible for him to attack her.
In other words, the system had previously threatened her solemnly that she would be executed on the spot if she did not complete the task, but in fact it would not be the case.
Once she, the scapegoat, dies early, "Ningning" will occupy this body before the death comes. At that time, without a shield, she will also not be able to escape the fate of death.
So for the time being, the other party will choose to spare her life.
——But what can she do with such a short gap?
Ningning didn’t know and couldn’t think of it.
The reason why she did not die together with the system at that time was because she knew the plan of the evil cultivator. He wanted to use her death to induce Pei Ji to become evil. In order to stop this conspiracy, she came here in a hurry.
As for now…
The original owner had reincarnated thousands of times but failed to break the deadlock, so how could she survive such a fate?
Perhaps ending this cycle by committing suicide is her best option now.
This thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and Ningning subconsciously clenched the Star Mark Sword.
In a trance, she suddenly noticed a thunderous sound of a knife not far away, mixed with the sound of heavy explosions, coming straight towards her.
——It was the demon man named “Qing Heng”.
Qing Heng is quite powerful. If he hadn't been ambushed by her before, he would never have fallen so easily.
He swung a long sword with great force, cutting off the watery moonlight and the endless yellow sand. A strong wind blew in all directions, and murderous aura surged.
Following his action, the rest of the remaining demon cultivators also rushed out, coming from all directions and surrounding everyone.
It wasn't like an attack, but more like an attempt to block their way forward.
Ningning was unable to dodge and was about to draw her sword, but Pei Ji came forward and took the powerful blow for her in an instant.
The moment the long sword and the long knife collided, an extremely sharp and long buzzing sound was emitted.
"No...something's wrong."
The system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke at this moment. Its voice, like Ningning's, was trembling violently, and it told her almost hysterically: "Break through the encirclement! This group of demon cultivators just want to hold you back. Huo Qiao—!"
It's a pity that I couldn't finish this sentence.
The demon cultivators came one after another as if they were risking their lives. Pei Ji protected her behind him. There was still residual demonic energy on his body, and his eyes were scarlet from the blood flowing from the enemies.
In my ears there was the sharp sound of swords clashing, fluttering in the air, as if there was no end in sight.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion struck from deeper in the desert, without warning.
Ningning smelled a strong odor of blood that was unable to be dispelled. The sound of the wind that suddenly grew stronger sounded like a sharp wail, completely covering up the voices in her mind.
——Then the evil energy gushed out like a geyser, and in just a moment, it turned into an evil beast from the abyss with its huge mouth opened, swallowing up the entire desert.
He suffered torture, was pierced by thousands of arrows, and sacrificed himself.
Someone did it.
The system stopped and made no more sound.
"What's going on?"
Tian Xianzi blocked the sword attack and quickly turned around to look at Wen Hemian under the sand dune: "Brother! This evil energy, the Yin-Yang dust——"
Wen Hemian naturally guessed what happened, and said in a voice transmission: "Someone tried to break the formation, and the aura in the demonic realm has seeped out from the cracks... We must go to the source of the demonic energy immediately."
Apart from Pei Ji, who else could have such a strong demonic aura? Judging from the current decadent state of the demon clan, could it be the clan’s leader?
It's crazy!
Tian Xianzi secretly gritted his teeth, repelled a demon cultivator in front of him, and shouted: "He Zhizhou, help me!"
He Zhizhou saw the tide of demonic energy and knew that something was wrong. He quickly understood his uncle's intention and stepped forward quickly to block the attack from his side.
The Yin-Yang Microdust Array was built with the spiritual power of countless upright monks. Although it is impossible to break it completely with the demonic energy of one person alone, as long as the gap is big enough, it may attract some terrifying monsters from the Demon Realm.
Tian Xianzi didn't even have the heart to smile bitterly, he pursed his lips and frowned.
And he had already smelled the scent of those monsters.
...the breath of the devil.
Tian Xianzi and Wen Hemian immediately rushed to Liangyi Weichen. Lin Xun protected Wen Hemian and followed him into the depths of the desert. He Zhizhou covered the three of them to prevent the demon cultivators from following them.
There are not many demon monks left, but as the demonic energy becomes more violent, the demonic energy in their bodies surges more and more, and their strength has increased by nearly two levels compared to the initial level.
"Are those two your masters? It's too late now. Even if they rush over now, the outcome won't change at all."
Qing Heng was no match for Pei Ji. He was covered in wounds from the long sword and was knocked back several steps by a sword energy.
He didn't care about it, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and attacked forward again with several other demon cultivators.
This group of people who came out of the Demon Realm were ready to die the moment they ran into the righteous monks.
In this fierce battle tonight, only one side is destined to survive.
This is a sacrifice that must be made for the freedom of more people.
"That being said... Before my lord leaves, let me give you a message."
Qing Heng paused, a smile appeared on his bloodstained face, his eyes skipped Pei Ji and went to Ning Ning: "He has seen some clues about the evil curse on the girl. The master said that you are respectable opponents. If you win this battle, you may be able to use the method he provided."
Ningning paused.
"A curse?"
He Zhizhou was confused: "What evil curse?"
Qing Heng ignored him and said, "This spell should be the long-lost 'life-replacing' spell. Evil deeds bring about evil results. Since you are the one who bears the evil deeds of others, if you want to change the inevitable death, you must find enough blessings to reverse the cause and effect."
There were still demon cultivators attacking her. Ning Ning waved the Star Mark Sword in her hand and listened carefully to what he said: "Only by counteracting good and bad can we escape from this dead end."
Good fortune and bad fortune offset each other.
But her death is approaching, how can she receive so many blessings? Ning Ning nodded, without stopping her fight back: "Thank you."
"Thank me for what? I don't want anything to do with you guys."
The man laughed for some reason: "You should thank our master. He is a weirdo. I don't know what he is thinking all day long. He is a good guy who has never experienced war. He always makes people worry."
He paused, facing He Zhizhou's sword with the long knife in his hand, his expression slightly ferocious: "But how can you survive? Once the formation is broken, the demon god will be born, and the world can only be the territory of the demon clan."
He Zhizhou almost went crazy after hearing this: "What dead end? Ningning, explain to me clearly, what is going on!"
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The further you go in, the dimmer the moonlight becomes. By the time you get close to the barrier of the formation, it's pitch dark all around and so dim that you can't see a single light.
Lin Xun smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. With the extraordinary senses of a cultivator and the bright white sword light reflected by Tian Xianzi, he caught a glimpse of a pool of dark red flesh and blood in his field of vision.
Tian Xianzi raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Don't look."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Wen Hemian's low voice: "Hold your breath, be careful in the northwest direction."
Lin Xun looked up and saw that under the sword light, the barrier of the Yin-Yang Microdust Formation was reflected with bright white light, like an arched rainbow bridge rising from the ground.
A crack visible to the naked eye seemed to be broken like a mirror, trembling and spreading in all directions, and from the crack came out——
Lin Xun held his breath and for a moment his eyes widened in horror.
It was a huge palm made of magma and rocks. Looking back along the arm, behind the formation, one could see the giant body as huge as a mountain.
It merely stretched out one arm, but the pressure and demonic energy it exuded was so strong that it was suffocating, and the air around it was as hot as a burning flame.
This was a power far beyond his imagination, and Lin Xun couldn't help but tremble all over.
"The demonic aura is strong here. I'm afraid there's more than one demon god awakened."
Tian Xianzi transmitted the message in secret: "We must deal with it as soon as possible before it breaks free from the formation, and then seal the Yin-Yang Micro Dust again. Otherwise, when the crack gets bigger and bigger, the others will rush out... and everything will be completely hopeless."
Lin Xun looked at him in disbelief.
There are three of them now.
He, a newbie at the Jindan stage and a disciple with very little presence, would tremble even at the sight of the demon god.
Elder Wen’s sea of consciousness was destroyed. Although he has recovered some of his spiritual power after recuperation, to be honest, his strength is probably not as good as that of a Jindan rookie like him.
What's more, Elder Wen hasn't touched a sword for many years. Although he joined the fight before, he only used magic spells.
The only one who can fight is Tian Xianzi.
"But you, I..."
Lin Xun hesitated, Tian Xianzi laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "See that gap? I'll give you a few top-grade spirit-gathering pills later. When I defeat that ugly guy, you use up all your spiritual power to fill that crack."
He was even more stunned: "Master, you go and deal with it?"
Lin Xun has not forgotten the incident with Elder Cassiae.
The elder's cultivation was no less than Tian Xianzi's. He risked his life in the face of the demon god. When he was found by them, only a pale skeleton was left.
No matter who you are, you are doomed to die when faced with such a terrifying force.
"Who am I? I am the best swordsman in the world, and that is no exaggeration."
Seeing that the monster was sticking out more and more of its body, Tian Xianzi waved his sword to block a fire attack, handed the Soul Gathering Pill to Lin Xun, and grinned: "Haven't you always wanted to see how your master kills the evil demon?"
He paused, the ostentatious smile in his eyes faded a little, and his tone could be described as "gentle".
Elder Tianxian has always been careless and has never shown such gentleness.
"Lin Xun."
He whispered, "No matter what happens...you are brave enough, right?"
Lin Xun didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
But after a moment of distraction, he saw a white shadow flash in front of him. The young man's figure had already disappeared, and only a laughing voice was carried by the strong wind: "Just watch!"
The first demon god has already entered the world, leaving only a small part of his body in the demon realm.
We must get rid of it as soon as possible before it breaks free from the formation.
Lin Xun would not see the cold sword aura surging from the eyes of the white-robed swordsman when he turned around and passed by.
They would not even notice that the young man who had been smiling the whole time sneered, and the forced smile finally faded away slowly, replaced by the arc of his mouth as straight as a knife blade.
Tian Xianzi is not unaware of his own strength.
Jueming died in the battle. There was no way he could gain the upper hand when he met the devil.
The giant formed by flames sensed the sword energy and let out an earth-shaking roar. He swung his arms wrapped in flames, and in a flash, sparks danced everywhere, as bright as day.
The flames gathered and dissipated, sand and rocks flew all around, the sand dunes shook violently, and several demonic auras surged towards him. Tian Xianzi silently recited the sword formula and cut them off one by one.
"Uncle Master, what should we do?"
Lin Xun saw Tian Xianzi's passivity, but his cultivation was weak and he could not help his master at all. He could only hold the Soul Gathering Pill in his hand in vain.
Wen Hemian's throat moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Another evil fire attacked fiercely, and Tian Xianzi was knocked back several feet, swallowing the rich blood in his mouth.
Cassia is a stubborn guy.
At that time, he, Tianxianzi, Zhenxiao and Wen Hemian often practiced swordsmanship together. Sometimes when asked why he practiced swordsmanship, Jueming would answer seriously: "Since I want to kill evil spirits with one sword, and protect the people of the world."
Tian Xianzi thought, Tsk, what an old antique.
His ambitions are very different from that man's.
Swords flashed, and the young man in white standing in the fire concentrated and held his breath, his pupils illuminated by the flames.
So what if it’s a demon.
The fighting spirit suddenly rose up, Tian Xianzi gathered all his strength and leaped into the air. When he swung his sword, a flash of light suddenly poured down, forcing back the evil fire layer by layer.
The man in white moved forward fearlessly, rushing straight towards the monster with billowing lava.
"What about you?"
Jueming was not convinced, and asked him sternly, "Why do you want to practice swordsmanship?"
The young man that day held the sword in his arms and laughed loudly: "Since I named myself 'Tianxianzi', I will become the best swordsman in the world!"
Who cares about the devil or the destiny.
He is the best in the world——
It’s not in vain!
The sword energy was everywhere and the flames were surging.
The two powerful forces collided with each other, and the demon god's sparks fell wildly and he let out a wailing sound; Tian Xianzi's face turned pale, and the sword energy in his hand gradually deepened.
The spiritual power exceeds the load.
He felt the excruciating pain of his tendons and veins about to break.
This was his final, all-out attack.
It is also the last lesson that can be taught to disciples.
What a pity! I really can’t bear to part with it.
He liked his shabby and empty little house in the Xuanxu Sword Sect. Back then, he was so poor that he almost had to sell the house. The elders in the sect cried and begged for mercy, and saved up a lot of spirit stones to give to him.
He also liked the swordsmanship he had been pursuing for a long time. Zhen Xiao and He Xiaochen, the two battle fanatics, always liked to drag him into fights, and the reward was shining spirit stones.
Is he the kind of person who sells his body for money?
He is.
It was not until this moment that he vaguely realized that what he was more reluctant to give up than kendo was the group of chaotic rookies under his tutelage.
I really want to teach them swordsmanship for the rest of their lives.
There are so many people and things in the world that we are reluctant to let go of. What kind of mood was Jueming, the stubborn old antique, in when he swung that sword?
As the two forces were in a stalemate, the hand holding the sword was already oozing unstoppable blood.
Tian Xianzi pressed down the force in his hand bit by bit, and in his increasingly blurred mind, he suddenly sensed a gust of unexpected wind.
It was not the biting wind of the desert, nor the hot and fishy wind brought by the devil, but another, purer and gentler wind...
Sword energy.
It was actually Wen Hemian's sword energy.
He had given up on himself and been decadent for many years, and vowed never to get involved in swordsmanship again. This time when he came to the desert, he did not carry a sword with him.
Tian Xianzi lowered his head suddenly and saw the white clothes of the young man beside him blown up by the wind, as well as a ray of snow-white sword light.
He recognized it at a glance; it was the long-lost famous sword that belonged to Jueming.
Punish evil.
"I took the Spirit Gathering Pill and opened my sea of consciousness. I can only help you with two strikes at most."
Wen Hemian gently brushed off the dust from his sword, not caring about the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth: "We haven't fought side by side for many years... old friend."
The last three words were addressed to the fellow student in front of him, or perhaps to the person who had passed away many years ago.
Tianxianzi, Wen Hemian, Cassia.
After several years, the three sword masters who were once extremely talented finally reunited at this moment.
Things are different and people have changed.
The sword energy is still there.
At the same time, in the distant Ziwei Realm, the sword spirit that had been waiting alone for thousands of years suddenly raised its head, and a trace of clarity flashed in its turbid eyes.
She remembered the aura of the sword being unsheathed.
Memories that had been buried for many years surged up, and at that moment, she remembered her own name and the person who had fought alongside her.
Her name is——
"Punish...evil."
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