Chapter 634: A Monk, a Taoist, and a Blood Demon
The Shaoyangsi refuge is located in a burial area east of Chunze. Around it are concealment and defense formations set up by the elder-level Holy Spirit Masters of the Ancient Suiyue Clan.
It is invisible and yet as solid as iron.
It's called a refuge, but in reality it covers a hundred acres, with caves embedded in the mountain, clusters of pavilions, and even a large martial arts training ground. For the past hundred years, countless young disciples of the ancient clan have practiced here.
A hundred years outside is a thousand years in the underworld.
It can be seen how many powerful people the Suiyue Ancient Clan has cultivated in the past hundred years?
Such growth in strength will be noticed no matter how hard one tries to hide one's strength.
Unfortunately, the power of time can quickly produce a large number of immortality-level martial artists. However, the Prince of Heaven and the Prince of Martial Arts cannot be born simply by the accumulation of time and the selection and accumulation of talents.
Moreover, the Netherworld Spirits were completely destroyed 20,000 years ago, leaving only mist. Every Immortal Realm martial artist who entered to cultivate consumed the Netherworld Spirit Qi, causing the Netherworld to continuously shrink and disappear.
If a transcendental expert entered the Netherworld to cultivate, the consumption of Netherworld Spiritual Energy would only accelerate. A third Netherworld like the Tiandu River Netherworld, which covered an area of 800 miles, would probably vanish within a few decades.
The years decorate the entire view west of the refuge like a painting.
Under the moonlight, Qing Zijin is beautiful and slender, taking good care of the cypress silkworms.
The silkworms are now in their fifth instar, entering a period of rapid growth and eating a large amount of food. They are enormous, already eight inches long, and the brilliance they radiate is like a lantern.
Mo Duanfeng sat on the stone steps beside the martial arts training ground, repeatedly polishing the silver sword in his hand, striving to find the state of unity between man and sword. Unfortunately, the blood pool and silver sea were not the Gan Gang sword after all.
Tang Wanzhou had rushed back from the border a quarter of an hour ago and was now sharing the news she had brought back. She said, "The ancient nation of Suiyuexu will be extremely dangerous in the near future. Du'e Temple, Daogong, and the demon tribe are already evacuating and preparing to retreat to the Netherworld near the border. They are ready to leave at any time. Everyone, the situation has deteriorated significantly. The Dongxu Camp has asked us to consider evacuating as well."
Liu Ye calculated the time: "From the time we discovered the Withering and Flourishing Zone had entered a weak cycle, until now, it should have been seven months and ten days outside. Each weak cycle lasts about a year. Minus the time it would take for us to leave and various uncertainties, in other words, we can only stay here and continue to cultivate for three years at most."
"With the speed at which the Demon Kingdom's altar is being built, they should be able to try to cross over within a month. Once the crossing is successful, the one arriving in Chuncheng will probably be Chao Ran, or even the Demon Lord himself. Will we be able to escape then?" Yan Zhiruo, wearing a veil and carrying a pipa, stood on the roof, her figure looming.
Everyone looked at the Changyu Sword.
Chang Yujian stood beside the weapons rack, his white clothes spotless. He smiled bitterly and said, "Don't look at me. The Chang family is weak in the military. If the Chang family's enemies find me, I'm afraid I will be eliminated."
Tang Wanzhou, clad in a black robe as thick as iron and covered with a cape, possessed a figure that possessed both the softness of a woman and the sharpness of a capable and heroic spirit. The aura and magical energy she exuded now were enough to overwhelm everyone present.
She said, "Dongxu Camp informed us that the individuals who appeared outside the border of the Ancient Nation of Suiyuexu are a monk, a Taoist priest, and a Blood Demon from the Demon Nation."
"Just three people?" Liu Ye said.
Chang Yujian's face was solemn, as if three huge mountains had suddenly pressed down on his shoulders. He waved his hand and said, "These three demon armies must be led by these three terrifying beings. The Demon Nation is coming with great force this time. It seems different from the past. This is not a tentative attack."
"One monk refers to one of the three great demonic forms, Monk Quqiao."
"Yida, it's Wenren Miedao, one of the nine demon ministers."
"One Blood Demon, everyone must know him, the ancestor of the Holy Dark Family, the Blood Demon Patriarch."
"In southern Yingzhou, Master Xuesha's research on spatial power is, if not in the top three, then in the top five. Only a few martial arts emperors and imperial mind masters are better than him. He is indispensable to breaking the withered and prosperous belt."
"Monk Qu Qiao is the Demon Nation's most powerful Holy Spirit King Nianshi. He is quite knowledgeable about the power of time. It is said that he collects Time Stones during each weak cycle, intending to set up a time formation in the Demon Prime Minister's Mansion."
At Song Yulou's 60th birthday banquet, Mo Tong boasted that any Demon Prime Minister or Demon Lord who came could kill all the transcendent beings in Lingxiao's living realm, which shows how powerful the Demon Prime Minister and Demon Lord are.
However, facts have proved that even if the prince of the Demon Kingdom took action personally, he would still be defeated miserably.
Tang Wanzhou said, "There's another piece of news. Gu Zhen is personally guarding the border altar, with a large number of Five Seas soldiers and Dao Zhong soldiers guarding him. The outcome over there is a foregone conclusion."
The name of Gu Zhenli is an unavoidable peak among the younger generation.
"Although we have collected the cypress silkworms from the Ancient Suiyue Clan, the current situation is no longer something we can handle." Yan Zhiruo said quietly, feeling like backing off and agreeing to evacuate.
The scholar Zhao Tang nodded gently. "We've already done our best to help the Ancient Clan of Suiyue buy time back at Mingling Mountain. Any further efforts would be like trying to hit a rock with an egg. We're overestimating our own capabilities."
Yan Zhiruo and Zhao Tang had already reached the peak of the third realm before entering the ancient country of Suiyuexu.
After several years of practice in the Netherworld, they have found the White Tiger Lock and have made it much thinner.
They were confident that, with the help of the Chuncan, they would soon be able to break through to the Fourth Realm, becoming Great Immortals, and subsequently rank highly on the Immortal Realm Ranking. Their purpose in coming to the ancient nation of Suiyuexu had been achieved, completing a journey that would take other cultivators ten years to complete.
Qing Zijin said, "I agree with evacuating. With my level of cultivation, I can no longer be of much help. But I suggest waiting a few more months, at least to let the cypress silkworms fully mature. I'm worried that something might happen to them when they pass through the withering and flourishing zone."
When it comes to the Chinese toon silkworm, everyone immediately reaches a consensus - wait until it matures and evacuate immediately.
A few months in the underworld is equivalent to only half a month outside, so they can afford to wait.
Mo Duanfeng saw several eyes falling on him, and with a face as hard as iron, he forced a smile: "Don't look at me! I will never leave unless I kill Chu Yutian and take back the Gangan Sword. I have no face to return to Shengjing."
Tang Wanzhou let out a soft "huh!", sensing something, and turned to look in the direction of the gate. Just outside the veil of the formation stood a handsome figure, who said lightly, "Our hero is back!"
Liu Ye walked over quickly and opened the formation.
Li Weiyi walked into the formation's light curtain and looked at the people gathered in the martial arts training ground. He was slightly surprised and said with a smile, "Is everyone not practicing? Don't tell me you came out of seclusion specifically to welcome me."
Tang Wanzhou stood under the eaves, sword in hand, and spoke slowly, "Don't greet me. You're different now. You killed Huangfu Song, slashed through the three blood gates with your sword, repelled Chu Yutian, defeated Da Changsheng, and killed dozens of deceased marquises in a single battle. Your reputation has become legendary. The young martial artists at Du'e Temple and Daogong have elevated you to the same level as Gu Zhenzhen and Shen Ji."
Li Weiyi scanned the crowd's eyes, some smiling, others in awe. He quickly said, "Shengsi, stop flattering me! Brother Mo knows the truth best."
"The fact is, you have indeed reached the top level of martial arts practitioners under the age of one hundred. If you use the Chuncan to catch up a little bit, you will definitely be among the top ten in the "Land of Immortality List" to be announced next year, and you may even be in the top five. You and Tang Wanzhou are still at a disadvantage because you are too young. The gap between you and those top masters who are in their eighties and nineties cannot be closed in a short time." Mo Duanfeng said seriously without a smile.
What Mo Duanfeng wanted to say was that those disciples of the ancient sects and the emperor who were at the peak of the third realm seemed to be standing still for several years, but in fact, like Zhao Tang and Yan Zhiruo, they had been making progress and constantly trying to break the White Tiger Lock.
Once they break free, Li Weiyi and Tang Wanzhou will have to chase for a long distance.
Yan Zhiruo's voice was gentle and charming, and she asked with a smile, "Where's your Nangong? Why didn't you come back with us?"
Li Weiyi glanced at Tang Wanzhou, who was looking at Sui Yue with his chin slightly raised, and said quickly, "That's not a joke."
"Sister Yan, I'm not kidding at all. If there is any man who can escort me through such a life-and-death journey, I will follow him with all my heart and soul for the rest of my life." Yan Zhiruo said.
Li Weiyi didn't dare let her continue, so he changed the subject: "I have some latest news here, and I want to talk to you all."
Then he told some of the matters of the Ancient Suiyue Clan.
After hearing this, everyone was shocked and speechless for a long time.
Willow Leaf said, "Has the situation become so dire? If the armies of the Netherworld of the Dead and the Demonic Kingdom attack the Holy Temple of Life, how many people will die? Where will the Demonic Kingdom place the Declaration of Life and Death of the Hundred Realms?"
"It seems that the rumors are true. Yu Baxian is most likely nearing the end of his life." Mo Duanfeng said.
Tang Wanzhou asked, "You want to help the Ancient Suiyue Clan delay for a month?"
Before Li Weiyi could speak, Mo Duanfeng spoke first, "This isn't about helping the Ancient Clan of Time, but about helping those innocent humans in the Holy Hall. They need time to evacuate and deploy defenses. Right, Li Weiyi?"
Li Weiyi looked at Mo Duanfeng and said with a smile: "Brother Mo, you think too highly of me. Actually, I have many selfish motives."
We can’t tell them about the Grand Palace Master for now.
The thousand-year-old elixir obtained from Nangong Ao also had to be concealed.
"It's okay. As long as I can save many people, I'll help you. No one is a saint, and everyone has selfish desires. If I don't make some achievements in the ancient country of Suiyuexu, I won't be able to hold my head up high when I return to Shengjing. I won't be able to stand up straight at all."
Mo Duanfeng mentioned the Blood Pond and Silver Sea, and said, "But I need to borrow this knife for a while."
"Borrow it if you like."
Li Weiyi got to know Mo Duanfeng better. Although he was arrogant, when faced with major issues, he was like a knife that would strike out, and he would never bend or be weak, but would move forward courageously.
No wonder the Holy Emperor commented that he was a good swordsman.
"To delay for a month, we must destroy the altar built by the Demonic Kingdom on the border, but this is an extremely difficult task."
Tang Wanzhou then explained the situation at the border.
"The ancient truth?"
This enemy was something Li Weiyi had never considered. However, since he was standing in his way, even if he was truly a sacred mountain, he would be cut off.
Li Weiyi hesitated again and again, then looked at Tang Wanzhou: "Shengsi, are you willing to lend me a hand?"
(End of this chapter)
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