Chapter 679 Blood-Soaked Pagoda (One chapter still owed)
Changyu Sword said, "There's no such thing as cunning or treachery. This is called combat wisdom. Whether you cultivate Buddhism or Taoism, you're still on the path of cultivation. If you don't have cunning and wisdom, how can you go far? I think you can't stay in Du'e Temple any longer. You need to go out and gain some experience."
Wenren Tinghai's laughter rang out. He picked up his teacup and strode towards Shan Xianzhi, who had flown back: "Xue Dingdu was so frightened by Master Xianzhi that he fled without a fight. I think that in the world today, only Gu Zhenxiang and Master are worthy of being called the sun and moon in the same sky."
On the other end.
Li Weiyi, not wanting to be surrounded and challenged by the martial arts practitioners of Xianlin, got up and left with Zuoqiu Hongting, Chang Yujian and others, walking down the jade steps.
Below.
Two groups of people surged out from the left and right, intercepting them and blocking their path.
"Fei Yeyan, a member of the Fei Clan from the Northern Wilderness, greets Nanlong. May I ask if you could offer me some guidance?" Fei Yeyan stood amidst the purple mist and clouds, her fairy robes fluttering, her skin as white as snow, exuding a hazy beauty.
Wang Huo, the true disciple of Yizong, who claimed to cut off Li Weiyi's route to the north, also reported to his master's sect, Xuanshenzong, with a mysterious light scripture on his head.
The disciples of the Fei Clan and the Xuan Shen Sect completely blocked the way out of the Immortal Forest, thus bolstering their prestige.
Li Weiyi said, "I'm sorry, my name is Li Weiyi, not Nanlong. Also, if you two want to challenge me, you can go find Shan Xianzhi. If you defeat him, it will be the same as defeating Feifeng's grandson and the number one person of the Wing Dynasty."
“They are the Great Longevity Realm of the Fourth Realm, while we are all at the peak of the Third Realm. Naturally, we will challenge the strongest in the Third Realm,” Wang Huo said.
Fei Yeyan said in a melodious tone, "That's right, they have their own way of fighting at their level. At our level, we have our own competition."
"Two true disciples, I humbly bow. Brother Li is busy today, so please give our Chang family some face and make way for us."
Four members of the Chang family stepped forward to clear a path, forcibly creating a four-foot-wide passage between the disciples of the Fei Clan and the Xuan Shen Sect.
Li Wei walked towards the passage.
As he passed by Wang Huo, the man chuckled softly, "I heard that you and Wenren Tanhua have a deep-seated grudge. Seeing Shan Xian arrive and display his divine power, you were frightened, so you hurriedly fled Xianlin. Is that right?"
“We are only here to exchange skills and have no intention of offending anyone,” Fei Yeyan said.
Li Weiyi, who had already entered the crowd passage, suddenly stopped. She understood why Mo Duanfeng had been so annoyed back then! If she ignored them, they would either speak ill of her behind her back, saying she was arrogant and disdainful of others, or they would assume she was afraid of them.
If we deal with them, challengers will flock to us in the future, all seeking fame.
Li Weiyi looked at Changyu Sword: "How about it, can you lend a hand?"
"Willing to serve the priests."
Changyu Sword had been itching to use it for a long time, but knowing that the Taiyin Sect was hiding in the shadows, she didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
"Why didn't you ask me for help? Who is your best brother after all?" Zuoqiu Hongting looked displeased, looked up at the stars and sighed deeply, like a resentful brother who had been abandoned.
Escorted by four members of the Chang family, Li Weiyi descended the ancient tree in the fairy forest first, followed the wide jade steps to the edge of the bluestone street, and waited beside the seven carriages.
With my mind at ease, I felt that the tranquility of Chuncheng and Dongxu Camp was the complete opposite of the hustle and bustle of this place.
He was instantly thrown into boiling water from a state of secluded cultivation.
The sounds of magical combat echoed from the immortal forest behind them.
After a while, Zuoqiu Hongting was the first to end her confrontation with Fei Yeyan. The spiritual light, flames, and runes on her body disappeared without a trace. With her hands behind her back, she walked to Li Weiyi's side and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Li Weiyi looked at her brow in surprise: "Why has your mental cultivation improved so quickly?"
"Perhaps it's because I've been focusing on my cultivation in the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins, while you've been with Nangong, Wanzhou, Jiang Ning, Hongling... and that other person? Anyway, your mind isn't on cultivation."
Zuoqiu Hongting looked at the fourth carriage that Yao Qingxuan was riding in with her bright eyes, revealing a puzzled expression.
Li Weiyi thought of her impulsive actions with Tang Wanzhou by the river and was momentarily at a loss for words to refute them.
"I'm not kidding you! Seriously, we both got our opportunities in the Immortal Realm space of Burial Immortal Town, right? You've reached an extremely high level in both martial arts and mental power, so why should my mental power be so much behind yours? I'm secretly annoyed that I haven't surpassed you in mental power!" Zuoqiu Hongting snorted.
Li Weiyi asked in surprise, "That broken lamp of yours, you obtained it back in Burial Immortal Town?"
"I won't tell you," Zuoqiu Hongting said.
"Then give me back my peach wood staff first... Hey..."
Li Weiyi sensed something, raised his head, and looked into the depths of the dark and gloomy bluestone street. The street was more than twenty zhang wide, but one could only see fifty or sixty zhang in length.
Further away, it was swallowed by darkness.
The surrounding city area became unusually quiet.
Strands of bloody energy spread along the ground.
"Da da!"
A seven-foot-tall, muscular figure clad in purplish-black soft armor walked with an aura of blood, wearing a silver mask and exuding a powerful presence, as if walking on a blood-red cloud bridge.
The eyes beneath the mask were fixed on Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi met his gaze and sensed hostility and murderous intent emanating from him.
Attention then fell on the soft armor worn by the figure. Beneath the purplish-black armor, in the abdominal cavity, sat a palm-sized, blood-red Buddha infant. The Buddha infant's expression was smiling, its crimson color striking.
As they drew closer, the ground of the entire block was covered in a bloody aura, so thick it seemed to be about to liquefy.
Who is it?
Chang Qu, a member of the Chang family who was at the third stage of the Longevity Realm, had a black battle sword fly out from his ancestral field and strode forward to intercept him.
The masked man in the blood-red Buddha infant armor didn't stop; instead, he quickened his pace and shot out like an arrow. His fist unleashed a large number of longevity scriptures, colliding with the black sword slashed out by Chang Qu.
"Boom!"
The two retreated simultaneously, separating themselves by several dozen feet, before quickly regaining their footing.
"Chang Qu, step down."
After defeating Wang Huo with her Jade Sword, Chang Yu walked out of the Immortal Forest with an intimidating aura, glaring at the man wearing a silver mask: "Blood Floating Demon Armor, who sent you? Don't you know that Li Weiyi is a distinguished guest of the Chang family tonight? Get out of here immediately!"
Above, ancient trees of the fairy forest.
Wenren Tinghai stood outside Hongyu Residence, holding a pot of wine, leaning against the red wall, drinking and looking down. A wicked smile appeared on his handsome face: "Wang Huo and Fei Yeyan are really useless. They can't even beat Changyu Sword and Zuoqiu Hongting, yet they call themselves true disciples? This Li Weiyi seems unfathomable. What is his cultivation level? Only a little over a year has passed. He can't possibly have achieved immortality, can he?"
The man wearing the Blood-Red Floating Demon Armor was not deterred by Changyu Sword.
instead.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Three more figures clad in blood-red demonic armor, their purple-black color gleaming, appeared on the street.
The four people gathered together and stood in four directions, all wearing silver masks, with sharp eyes and vigorous spirits.
Clearly, they were all powerful individuals at the ninth generation of immortal beings. They had concealed their identities and were not afraid of future retaliation from the Chang family.
Chang Yuqing was also furious. How dare anyone in the Demon Kingdom disrespect the Chang family? "Arrest them all! I want to see what their true identities are behind their masks!"
The four disciples of the Chang family simultaneously released their magical energy and battle weapons, their faces cold, and with perfect coordination, they stepped out with mysterious footwork, creating sixteen shadows as they attacked.
"Splash!"
Four mysterious figures clad in blood-red demonic armor infused their magical energy into the soft armor.
Instantly, countless blood-red scriptures flew out from the blood-red Buddha infant pattern on the abdomen.
The rest of the soft armor emitted black demonic mist, enveloping the sky and the earth, obscuring all the cultivator's senses.
Within each crimson Buddha infant pattern, over nine thousand scriptures emerged. These crimson scriptures were directly imprinted onto their skin, transforming into crimson demonic armor.
They stood still, in a lunge stance, and simultaneously threw a punch from a distance.
The four streams of energy merged together, forming a black storm of demonic mist that sent all four members of the Chang family flying, tumbling to the ground.
This scene shocked Li Weiyi and Zuoqiu Hongting.
It's important to know that a single mysterious figure's combat strength is roughly equivalent to Chang Qu's. However, the four of them working together easily defeated the four top experts of the Chang family.
The four experts of the Chang family also cooperated perfectly, and they were clearly proficient in combined attack techniques, so they should not have been so easily defeated.
Li Weiyi observed carefully: "This so-called Blood Floating Pagoda Demon Armor seems to have similarities with the Blood Handprint Demon Armor. However, the Blood Handprint Demon Armor is only a Grade 9 Hundred-Character Weapon, while each Blood Floating Pagoda Demon Armor is a Grade 9 Thousand-Character Weapon."
"I've never heard of the Blood Floating Demon Armor before. That shouldn't be the case! A ninth-grade thousand-character weapon, and a complete set at that, should have a great reputation." Zuoqiu Hongting frowned, very puzzled.
Chang Yuqing's face turned ugly, and she muttered in a low voice, "Don't even mention you, this is the first time I've ever heard of this, and I don't know where my brother found out."
A loud commotion came from behind.
All the martial arts practitioners in the Immortal Forest were alarmed and were discussing the terrifying methods of the four mysterious people wearing the Blood-Red Floating Demon Armor.
"How could Chang Qu and the other three have suffered such a crushing defeat? When they joined forces, even ordinary fourth-realm Great Longevity cultivators would have to retreat."
"So the Chang family is nothing special after all."
"Let's see how Changyu Sword ends up now?"
The happiest people at this moment were Fei Yeyan of the Fei Clan and Wang Huo of the Xuan Shen Sect. They had just suffered a great loss and lost face at the hands of Chang Yujian and Zuoqiu Hongting.
It should be noted that both Chang Yujian and Zuoqiu Hongting are rising stars under the age of fifty.
Outside Hongyu Residence, Shan Xianzhi stared intently at the Blood-Soaked Demon Armor on the four mysterious figures and murmured, "They resemble Buddhas but are not Buddhas, and are extremely evil. Blood-red demonic mist, they are demons but not Buddhas."
Qiu Qu knew this was the "other arrangement" Wenren Tinghai had mentioned, so he asked, "Brother Wenren, how come the Demon Kingdom has a complete set of ninth-grade thousand-character artifacts? I've never heard of them before!"
Wenren Tinghai laughed and said, "Do you know who the most powerful weapon refiner in the Demon Kingdom is?"
"Empress Cao is the first choice, followed by the Demonic Preceptor Qu." - Qiu Qudong
Wenren Tinghai waved his hand: "Their skills in weapon crafting are indeed unparalleled, but they both learned from the same master."
"Brother Tinghai, are you referring to Yu Tuonan, the imperial uncle from a thousand years ago?" Qiu Qudong asked.
Wenren Tinghai nodded: "The seventy-two Blood Floating Pagoda Demon Armors were forged by the Imperial Uncle back then. The seventy-two Blood Floating Pagodas are responsible for guarding the Demon Tomb and are also the most terrifying secret army of the Demon Kingdom. Don't tell me you don't know, I had never even heard of them a few months ago."
"The ninth generation of immortals was not qualified to wear the Blood Pagoda Demon Armor, but the Demon Lord attached great importance to this battle and did not want any mistakes, so he activated them all."
"Guess how many levels of pagodas we prepared for that Brother Nanlong tonight? Haha..."
...
On the street below, four mysterious figures clad in blood-red demonic armor, their feet treading on crimson demonic runes, formed a level four pagoda to confront the five sons of the Chang family, led by Chang Yujian.
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