Chapter 162 The Dead Demon Lord
"Okay, very good. Those little guys need to learn a thing or two from you. You should get closer to them." The old priest smiled as he looked at Yan Wu and others not far away with some amusement, and there was no lack of encouragement in his smile.
Wang Yao cursed this dishonest old man in his heart, but of course he couldn't say anything openly. He still had some cunning in him.
"Okay, okay. Yeah, definitely." Wang Yao agreed very naturally.
"In that case, we can talk about it later when we have time. That Wind Whisperer guy might not give up, so I have to keep an eye on him." No matter what Wang Yao was thinking, since he had shown an attitude of being close to the court, he had to maintain it. So, after giving some instructions, he flew into the air and disappeared in a short while.
In a flash, only the masters standing around the headquarters were left staring blankly, their faces disheveled in the wind. They were stunned by the series of news and some of them could not believe it.
"What did the ancestor just say? Impossible?" A detective from the Wubu Division muttered to himself. Although his voice was very low, it was so obvious in the ears of the masters.
Qin Haiyun stared blankly at a trusted subordinate beside him, and asked with a dry mouth, "No... What happened just now?"
"Master, I didn't see it too clearly, but my opponent put very little pressure on me, so I still know a thing or two. It's probably that Grandmaster Wind Whisperer was trying to kill Bian Jiu. Under the pressure of the Grandmaster's momentum, Bian Jiu turned the tables in a desperate situation, successfully crossed the threshold of meeting the Saint, and was promoted to Grandmaster. And later, he joined forces with the ancestor to kill Wind Whisperer. No, not kill him, it seems like it was a clone."
Qin Haiyun's confidant also felt mentally confused, but he still reconstructed what had happened before. This was also for himself to tell it and sort out his thoughts.
Yan Wu walked forward step by step from a distance, came in front of Wang Yao, looked at Wang Yao in a daze, not knowing what to say.
Even though Bian Jiu had successfully been promoted to the first place on the Earth List Grandmaster, and was the first person under the Heaven List Grandmaster, and was famous in the martial arts world, Bian Jiu still treated him the same as before, with no aloof attitude at all.
However, the first on the Earth List and the ninetieth on the Earth List are still on the Earth List, and everyone is still at the same level. Yan Wu thought that they could still have an equal dialogue, so she didn't care too much.
Although Yan Wu knew that Bian Jiu would be able to break through to the Grandmaster level in the near future, she never thought that this day would come so soon. Bian Jiu actually broke through to the Grandmaster level right under her nose. She inexplicably felt that this person was getting farther and farther away from her, and she was a little confused. Now Bian Jiu was the sky, and she was still a human. Is this the difference between heaven and man?
However, at this moment, the blue-robed detective from the Martial Police Department had already stepped forward, his expression solemn and he bowed deeply: "Congratulations, Grandmaster Bian, for crossing the step to heaven and being named on the Heavenly Ranking!"
Under the leadership of the blue-robed detective, all the masters present, no matter which sect they came from, no matter whether they were masters of large forces or super forces, all bowed their heads and congratulated Wang Yao!
"Congratulations to Grandmaster Bian for crossing the ladder to heaven and being listed on the Heavenly Ranking!"
Even Qin Haiyun, who had been very arrogant and had some inexplicable hostility towards Wang Yao, had to lower his head at this time, suppress all the thoughts in his heart, and sincerely congratulate Wang Yao.
The difference between a master and a grand master is so huge that it is no exaggeration to say that they are like the difference between heaven and man. This gap is even greater than the gap between the emperor and common people. One is a god, and the other is still a human!
In an unknown place not far away, the previous Grandmaster's battlefield also came to an end at this time.
The lush vegetation on this oasis, famous far and wide in the Western Regions, had all withered, yet there was not a single scar on the surface.
Is it the coldest time of year? Are all the flowers withered and the ground covered in ice and snow? No, it's only late summer or early autumn. Except for a few snowy peaks like the Tianshan Mountains, everything else is still a desert oasis.
"The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan Mountains are like a crescent moon."
But here, all the flowers, plants and trees have completed the cycle of life and death, as if their vitality has been completely drained away in a short moment.
Desolate, dead, bleak, empty...
The entire space has been disrupted and then reorganized. If an ordinary master were here, he would be shocked beyond words because the heaven and earth are rejecting them.
Unless one has reached the Saint Realm, the Grand Master of this world cannot exist here for long. Only those who have reached the special realm of unity between man and nature can integrate into the world and not be excluded. How can an ordinary Grand Master survive for long?
The contemporary swordsman of the super power Jianmen, holding the Jianmen's most powerful weapon, the "Sword Soul", uses an extremely ghostly method to break through the defense of the leader of the Demon Sect.
The sudden sword technique was a combination of hardness and softness, ever-changing, elegant, unrestrained and unpredictable, shocking and stirring.
As soon as they received the news that Wind Whisperer had escaped, the two great masters of the righteous path did not hold back, and launched a series of killing moves, and used the destruction of the Demon Sect's headquarters to disturb the mind of the Demon Sect's leader.
"Demon Lord, who are you waiting for? Wind Whisperer? I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for him. He has been killed and you are now isolated and helpless!" The swordsman's tone was cold, but it went straight to the heart, like a mental attack.
"Impossible, Wind Talker is fifth on the Heavenly Ranking. Unless the previous ones take action, even if they do, they will not let Wind Talker escape. Are you lying to me and trying to confuse my mind?" The leader of the Demon Sect sneered and did not care about the attacks of the two grandmasters at all. His body movement was superb, and as the third on the Heavenly Ranking, he could still fight two alone even if his injuries were not healed.
"Of course one person cannot be forced to leave, but what about two grandmasters? Guess how much the Wind Whisperer paid to escape? That's right, it was his precious life, which is equivalent to losing a life." The other grandmaster who hid his figure and attacked suddenly out of nowhere hit him without mercy.
"I have calculated all the grandmasters. The only one who can stop the Wind Whisperer is the old fellow from your royal family. He wants to come out regardless of the consumption of his life force. I can't stop him, but where can I find a second one? Can you ask Zhai Xinghe for help?" The leader of the Demon Sect had a look of disdain on his face. He had already calculated this battle and could accept a situation where both sides would suffer losses at most.
"Zhai Xinghe, who is number one on the Heavenly Ranking, has traveled all over the world and is not bothered by the mundane world. Naturally, we cannot invite him, but what if a newcomer breaks through?" The swordsman's voice was still cold and without any fluctuations, but those who knew him must know that he was a little excited, excited that he would kill a grandmaster with his own hands.
"There is one extra person? How is this possible? No one has made a breakthrough in hundreds of years. Apart from my adopted son, who else has this talent and luck? Could it be..." A name flashed through the mind of the Demon Sect leader, but he didn't dare to believe it.
The hidden Grandmaster of the Righteous Path laughed sinisterly, shattering his illusions and forcing the Demon Sect leader to face reality. He said, "Who else could it be? Wasn't your precious Holy Son killed? You should know who killed him. It was the rare genius of our Central Plains martial arts world, Bian Jiu."
Is this really possible? Could it be true? It's impossible. After thinking about it, the leader of the Demon Sect became confused. What else can he say when he is so upset?
His moves were messed up, and after a few moves, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the two righteous masters.
Suddenly, a piece of sword blade pierced through the chest of the leader of the Demon Sect. Taking advantage of the fact that the leader was distracted, the swordsman succeeded.
The appearance that was previously vaguely hidden in the black internal energy was also revealed. The leader of the Demon Sect looked a bit like the previous Demon Sect Saint Gou Ju. It was not known whether he was a real son or an adopted son.
He was wearing a white brocade leather jacket with scattered flowers, a moon-white gold belt with coiled patterns tied around his waist, he had shiny black hair, a pair of dark and deep handsome eyes, and a strong body. He really looked like Pan An with a majestic demeanor.
Being pierced through by the sword spirit naturally destroyed all the vitality in his body. Although his facial expression was still lifelike, in the eyes of the two righteous masters, this arrogant leader of the demon sect was naturally dead. All his vitality was destroyed by the sword spirit in one sword. In the end, it was because the previous injuries were too severe.
The leader of the Demon Sect is not the Wind Whisperer who has the ability to clone himself and be reborn through another body. Once dead, he is dead.
However, the most powerful and abnormal thing about the Grand Master is not the vitality of his body or anything else, but that his spirit has undergone a qualitative change. Even if all vitality is cut off, he can still remain in the world for a short time in the form of a spiritual body.
If some rare treasure is found, or if this great master becomes known to the world, perhaps he can leave his spiritual imprint in the long river of time and space, but it is obvious that the leader of the Demon Sect will not be given this opportunity now.
This kind of spiritual will is extremely tenacious and has long surpassed ordinary people and even masters. It is not only the capital for grand masters to achieve the unity of man and nature and control the power of heaven and earth, but also the capital to control the body freely.
So when it comes to vitality, the Grandmaster is one level beyond the Grandmaster. Issues like vital points are secondary. As long as this qualitatively transformed mental strength remains, it can generally be restored over time.
But the crux of the matter now is that under the sword spirit of the sword wielder, all vitality in the body of the Demon Sect leader was completely destroyed in an instant, leaving his mental strength without support. What is the use of having a strong mental will without a root?
Although the leader of the Demon Sect's body looked the same as usual, without even too many injuries, there was only a sword wound on his chest, which exuded a suffocating murderous aura.
But this one wound became the cause of the Demon Sect's leader's death. After more than a hundred years of constant fighting, the Sword Master developed a deadly method against the Demon Sect's leader, leaving behind a nearly perfect body. In the eyes of other grand masters, it was just a mass of flesh and blood.
A deep and quiet golden light rose from the dead body. This was the spiritual will of the leader of the Demon Sect.
The leader of the Demon Sect was about to control his spiritual body to fly away, but he was stopped by two righteous masters who were well prepared. A force of heaven and earth immediately formed a space that squeezed the spiritual body.
"Hehe, you will do anything to win, and you even use words to attack me in order to win. You are much more shameless than me, the leader of the Demon Sect. Is this the so-called righteousness? Hahahahaha! You won't even give me the chance to leave my mark in the long river of time and space?" The leader of the Demon Sect was restrained for a moment, and had no choice but to send out mental waves, angrily scolding the two righteous masters.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. No need to say more, please go on your way!" The two grandmasters are people who have experienced the vicissitudes of life. How could they be shaken by words? At this moment, the grandmaster holding the sword also has a sharp gaze, and his eyes are full of murderous intent.
A sword was swung out, drawing a long red rainbow, which directly shattered the golden light formed by the spiritual body of the leader of the Demon Sect.
With the complete death of a great master, the situation changed drastically, and the previously clear sky turned into dark clouds in an instant.
At the last moment of his life, the Demon Lord seemed to see himself at an age when he had not yet grown into a grandmaster. He walked along the mossy stone road, stepped over a crooked fence, and pushed open the creaking wooden door.
A window nestled into the ancient blue brick wall. The window paper had long since vanished, leaving only the horizontal and vertical panes, tied with long and short red silk strings. The strings swayed helplessly in the wind, like someone weeping plaintively, or like a faint melancholy that lingered. A slightly chilly wind blew through the silent air, stirring up lonely fallen leaves.
Returning to reality, the Demon Lord cast one last glance at the azure sky. In the distance, the high, mournful cry of a hawk echoed through the air, its heart-wrenching cry resounding through the sky. The lone bird, separated from the flock, looked back, only to see its own tiny, lonely figure in the vast expanse.
"Hu, leaving, leaving, suddenly I feel it's a bit boring." After the leader of the Demon Sect died, the Swordsman suddenly felt it was quite boring.
When he thought of this, the Sword Sect leader and the Sword Wielder couldn't help but cough up a few mouthfuls of blood. The blood was filled with some evil spirit. Another great master of the righteous way suddenly discovered that the evil spirit had actually permeated the Sword Wielder.
There were also five finger-sized holes on his chest, from which blood was constantly flowing out. It was all black blood and would take a long time to heal.
Even those at the Saint Realm were equivalent to the weakest of gods, let alone a great master like the Demon Sect's leader who had dominated the world for so long. To kill him this time, the Sword Sect's arrogant swordsman said in a low voice, "Old Huang, tell this old fellow that killing the Demon Sect's leader this time is a repayment of all his kindness. Goodbye."
As the Sword Master walked away, words of mourning for the Demon Sect Master began to be recited: "How does it feel to be beheaded today? Starting a business is difficult and there are many battles. I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, with 100,000 flags, to kill Yama Luo."
"The flames of war have been raging in the south for ten years, and this head must be hung at the gate of the country. All those who die later should work hard, and the news of victory will be used as paper money."
"Devoting oneself to the revolution is one's home, and the bloody storm should have an end. Today is the day to sacrifice one's life for justice, and to plant the flowers of freedom all over the world."
The Grand Master of the Righteous Path who fought alongside the Swordsman was a reclusive Grand Master close to the imperial court, and this time he was invited to come and stop the leader of the Demon Sect.
It can be said that the old priest of the royal family has friends all over the world, and even the grand masters know him. Because he has lived for a long time, he owes favors to others to a greater or lesser extent. He is the last trump card of the court and has always stayed in the palace without leaving.
Even many people in the court felt that they could lose an emperor but could not lose the chief minister, the pillar of the court.
Bian Jiu’s obsessions have now all been fulfilled. The first one is revenge, and the Juling Pavilion has disappeared. The second one is to become a master, and he is already a grand master.
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