Chapter 165: The True Demon of Liuren Jincheng Sighs
The morning light is dim and a thin mist covers the river.
The water vapor floats in the air, like an invisible silk ribbon gently wrapping around the city walls and pavilions.
Summer air first entered Jinguan City. When Zhou Yi and Shi Qingxuan returned, they saw newly blooming gardenias and piles of white chrysanthemums in the snow beside the bluestone road, which was a very beautiful sight.
As I walked along, I noticed that Chengdu had changed.
Therefore, I did not linger, but walked in the morning and slept at night, and entered the city early.
After asking around with a gangster near the south of the city, he learned that Zhou Laotan was quite punctual and had not contacted the Sichuan Gang in advance. Only then did he feel at ease.
As the saying goes, "dogs in Shu bark at the sun," it is rare for sunny days to come in Chengdu in summer.
It was almost 9 o'clock and the sky was bright, which was rare.
The two of them took little rest on their journey, and like other travelers on the road, when they were thirsty, they found a tea stall at the city wall.
The teahouse was bustling with activity, leaf buds were rolling, and water vapor was tangling around the bamboo curtains hanging under the eaves.
The tea drinkers were wearing thin clothes and sitting in groups of three or four. Some were waving round fans, while others were pulling up their clothes to fan themselves.
They talked a lot about what had happened in Chengdu recently.
Zhou Yi ordered two bowls of tea and listened carefully from the side.
Only then did I realize that the situation in Duzun Fort was tense and that several major battles had already taken place.
However, there are many masters in Duzun Castle, so instead of suffering any loss, it gained even greater fame.
This Jie Hui is not only a relative of the Song clan Tiandao, but now it seems that he has an even closer relationship with the Holy Land of Martial Arts.
The people of the martial arts world in Bashu have always respected the Judge of the Martial Arts World.
In the eyes of others, they did not feel the crisis of Duzun Castle deeply, but instead found it amusing and regarded this martial arts dispute as a good show.
The majority of people are optimistic about Du Zunbao.
After all, for a long time, Jie Hui has been the loudest-voiced person in Bashu.
After sitting for a while, Zhou Yi heard that Feng Zhen, the leader of the Ba League, was going to the Sichuan Gang.
The Gun King and the Monkey King chose to meet at this sensitive time, but did not get involved in the chaos in the Fortress of Dominance, which immediately made many people see the clues.
The Ba League and the Sichuan Gang held a small meeting openly. It was obvious that the three major forces were already in internal discord.
The disputes in the martial arts world are nothing, but the attitudes of the three major forces are related to the stability of Bashu.
People who are used to a comfortable life are very concerned about this.
Not far from the stove in the teahouse, a dark-faced old man who was fanning himself with a bamboo hat listened silently for a long time before interjecting into the group's discussion:
"I heard that both Alliance Leader Feng and Gang Leader Fan support the Grand Commander of Jianghuai. Isn't that great? I just returned from Jiangnan, and this Grand Commander Zhou has an excellent reputation. From what you have said, it seems that the Castle Lord doesn't approve of him. Why is that?"
Someone said, "The fortress lord has close ties with the forces in Guanzhong, but not much with the Jianghuai side. Furthermore, it would be easier to conquer the south from the north."
"Hey, you're getting off topic."
"The holy monks of the Buddhist sect are in Duzun Castle. With the support of Ning Sanren, this is the largest force in the world. It is understandable that the castle lord follows their lead."
Someone immediately questioned, "Ren Ning never said such a thing, did he? He is compassionate and just hopes that the war will end soon and that peace can return to the Nine Provinces."
"In that case, why not support Grand Admiral Zhou? Looking across the world, he is the most powerful. Moreover, he is the youngest and most benevolent Overlord, and he is expected to become the best master in the world in the future."
Someone said something tinged with sarcasm: "The Wulin Holy Land was founded on martial arts. If they really care about the people of the world, they should immediately ask the castle lord to support Jiang Huai."
"Humph, that sounds nice, but in the final analysis, it's just a fight between two major factions for profit."
Many people agreed with his words, but those who believed in Du Zunbao immediately refuted them.
A smell of gunpowder gradually emerged in the tea shed.
Finally, someone mentioned the big trouble facing the Sichuan Gang, saying that the owner of the Coffin Palace was about to come.
This is a major event second only to the three alliances of Du Zun Fort, and everyone in the city is paying attention.
After leaving the teahouse, Shi Qingxuan looked at him thoughtfully:
"Are you thinking about the Xieji Sect?"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly: "I can't touch this relic anymore."
Thinking of the current situation of Duzun Castle, Shi Qingxuan understood and saw him looking back at the tea shop.
"The discord among the three major forces has a profound impact on the people. I should find a way to make Jie Hui behave himself."
The girl whispered, "You seem to know a lot about Lord Jie."
"It's no secret that he likes Fan Qinghui, but Master Fan Zhai has no feelings for him at all. I'm afraid he doesn't even have enough affection to cultivate his heart through practicing the sword canon. He's really being sentimental."
Zhou Yisheng said with disdain.
Shi Qingxuan glanced sideways and asked, "Speaking of Jingzhai, what is your relationship with this generation's Saint?"
"Well, you've had tea with her a few times. Are you familiar with her?"
Shi Qingxuan nodded: "Yes, Miss Shi is one of the few people who knows where Youlin Xiaozhu is."
She pondered and said, "If we talk about practicing the Cihang Sword Canon, it would be most appropriate for Master-Miss to find you to practice with."
"Seeking me to practice martial arts won't affect me. I'm not Jie Hui. After all, my heart is as hard as stone."
Seeing his cold face, Shi Qingxuan smiled lightly: "Who would believe that?"
When they returned to the Sichuan Gang, Deputy Gang Leader Yan Chongxian came to greet them from a distance, and soon, Fan Zhuo also walked out of the headquarters.
Seeing the young man in white, Fan Zhuo shouted in his heart, "He's finally back."
He wasn't originally like this.
Perhaps influenced by the situation in Bashu, he developed a huge sense of dependence on Zhou Yi.
After saying hello, Fan Zhuo started talking about Chengdu.
It was similar to what Zhou Yi had heard along the way, except that Fan Zhuo described it in more detail.
Let’s not talk about the council of Du Zun Castle for now, the most urgent matter is the Coffin Palace.
"Then the old sect leader Zhou sent someone to send a message, saying that they will definitely come to visit in four days."
"He asked about me?"
"yes."
"That's okay, he's coming for me."
Fan Zhuo and Yan Chongxian both widened their eyes. Is this what you call nothing?
Zhou Yi explained with a smile, "The reason is that this man has suffered losses repeatedly at my hands. He's not convinced and wants to fight me again. Now their focus is definitely on Du Zun Fort. I can just send him away. You don't have to worry."
Fan Zhuo and Yan Chongxian looked at each other in surprise.
Feeling that Zhou Yi was confident, the worries and irritations that had been welling up in my heart these days receded like the tide.
"On the day when the Coffin Palace arrives, Alliance Leader Feng will also bring people from the Ba Alliance to support us."
Fan Zhuo sighed: "It's not easy for the Bameng to achieve this."
This is going to be a confrontation with the Coffin Palace, and the Ba League is determined.
Zhou Yi was a little surprised: "Did Alliance Leader Feng say that himself?"
"yes."
"However, Leader Feng has another consideration. People from Western Turkic have approached them, hoping that the Pakistani Alliance will change their minds and support the Li Clan."
The Li clan was very close to Jie Li Khan in Guanzhong.
If Tong Yehu of the Western Turks wanted to deal with Jie Li Khan, he had to seek help from outside. The Jianghuai forces and the Mobei forces had nothing to do with each other and were not within Tong Yehu's consideration at all.
Fan Zhuo added:
"Alliance Leader Feng rejected the Western Turks, but since the two families had some past ties, he wanted to bring them to the Sichuan Gang to deter them. With this idea in mind, he was worried about causing trouble, so he hesitated."
"Let them come."
Zhou Yi smiled slightly. "It would be even better if it was an important figure from Western Turkic. I have some business dealings with Tong Yehu, so I can just ask them to pass on the message."
oh?
Fan Zhuo knew what was going on and didn't ask any more questions.
After chatting for a while, Fan Zhuo and Yan Chongxian watched them return to their residence.
Yan Chongxian's face, once filled with worry, broke into a smile that was worth chewing. "The Yao people of the Ba League are giving their full support. I guess Meijisina has fallen for the Grand Commander."
"I'm glad you know."
Fan Zhuo also had the same misunderstanding. They did not know that after Tongtian Shenlao, the spiritual old fangirl, returned to the Heyi Sect, she had sent Zhou Tianshi to the ancestral temple to be worshipped as an ancestor.
This is a rare thing in the entire Bashu martial arts world.
However, the Goddess and core elders of the Unity Sect were well aware that after this generation, there was an orthodox tradition passed down by the Heavenly Master.
If you trace back to his background, you will find that he is a genuine Taoist.
It was even taught by the Heavenly Master himself.
As the next generation leader of the Heyi Sect.
Sina obeyed her master's orders and treated it according to the ancestral law. As the leader of the Yao people, she naturally supported him with all her might.
After the Heart Network incident, Zhou Yi's reputation among the four major clans was extremely high, and no one treated this benefactor as an outsider.
Alliance Leader Feng saw everything clearly. The Yao people had a clear position, and the two elders, Jiao Luofeng and Chuan Mouxun, had no objections.
The Ba League has completely cut off ties with the Li clan and the Western Turks.
This time, he joined the Sichuan Gang and stood on its side not only to show it to outsiders, but also to suppress the arrogance of Duzun Castle, which had recently risen by relying on the martial arts holy land.
Yan Chongxian was not clear about some of the inside stories of the Ba League, so his judgment was wrong.
At this time, he looked at Boss Fan with a hint of regret.
"Unfortunately, Miss Caiqi has no feelings for the Grand Commander."
"What's so sad about that?"
Fan Zhuo looked at his old friend, speechless, and whispered, "General Zhou is a playboy and amorous, not a good match."
Yan Chongxian grinned: "The young master Hou is also sentimental."
Boss Fan waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't mention it, don't mention it"
…
"You met Master Shi?"
"Well, there was still a fierce fight."
Hou Xibai showed a gloomy look, and then heard Zhou Yi say:
"Your master has already made up for his mental deficiencies and has greatly improved his skills. But you don't have to worry. He has many things he wants to do and has no time for you. You should take this opportunity to practice diligently."
Hou Xibai laughed when he heard this:
"Master Shi has perfected his technique, so he no longer has to endure the pain of schizophrenia. I'm happy for him."
You guy
Zhou Yi smiled. Hou Xibai didn't know his master well enough.
Shi Zhixuan is still in danger now. He not only hopes to unify the Demon Sect, end the division, and integrate this force.
He may even overthrow the old dynasty, establish a new one, and become or shape a "wise ruler" that conforms to his ideas.
He can transform himself into Pei Ju and go deep into the core of the imperial court, make plans, and stir up the world's situation.
He has both peerless martial arts and outstanding wisdom.
Zhou Yi thought of the tragic love story between him and Bi Xiuxin, so he tried to redeem his inner trauma through grand ambitions, while pursuing the ultimate realm of martial arts and life.
Such a complicated guy must be watched with caution.
Hou Xibai interrupted his thoughts: "Brother Zhou, the master of Cihang Jingzhai is here too."
"Their posture is to protect Jie Hui of Baoding and let him dominate the situation in Bashu."
Hou Xibai shook his head: "I don't understand why people in the Buddhist sect have such a strong obsession."
Zhou Yi had expected this: "No problem, I also like to help people get rid of their obsessions."
Hou Xibai didn't think it was an exaggeration, so he told him the information he had collected during this period.
In a short period of time, Zhou Yi gained a more detailed understanding of all aspects of Duzun Castle.
In the next few days, Zhou Yi stayed at home and meditated and practiced martial arts every day.
On the one hand, he was thinking about the Taoist swordsmanship discussed with Yuan Tiangang, and at the same time, he was also thinking about the unique seal technique displayed by Shi Zhixuan.
Time flies, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The good weather in Chengdu had long since disappeared, and it started raining the day after Zhou Yi returned to the Sichuan Gang headquarters.
It wasn't until the fourth day that the rain began to become lighter.
But the sky was covered with dark clouds, and seemed to be falling.
“Gee~!”
“Gee~!”
“…”
After a loud sound of horses galloping, dozens of riders rushed out from the castle building built of huge stones in the west of the city.
The man in the lead had a tough face and was Xie Wenlong.
The person next to him was the old steward Zheng from Duzun Castle.
"Mr. Zheng, I asked Dad if we were going to join the Sichuan Gang, but he didn't give me a clear answer. If we do that, will it upset him? And what will we do when we come back?"
Xie Wenlong pulled the reins and slowed down his horse slightly after rushing out of Duzun Castle.
Zheng Zong raised his bamboo hat and said, "Young Lord, don't worry. The Lord's silence indicates his tacit approval."
acquiescence?
Isn't this nonsense? My father's attitude is obviously more determined than before.
If he had not heard the news from Meishan County and his wife's instructions, he would never have set foot out of Duzun Castle.
Thinking of his father's majesty, he finally lost confidence: "Tell me the reason."
Zheng Zongdao:
"Just report what you saw today to the Castle Lord. It will also help maintain the stability of Bashu and debunk the rumors of discord among our three families. Since Grand Commander Zhou has connections with the Song clan, and given the relationship with the Young Madam, it's not easy for her to come forward, so it makes sense for the Young Castle Lord to go."
"This is a win-win situation, Young Master, don't worry."
Jie Wenlong noticed the changes in the old housekeeper Zheng. After a trip to Meishan County, he gained more experience and began to question the decisions of the castle lord.
“Mr. Zheng, the Wulin Holy Land is powerful, there is no need to worry in the castle.”
Zheng Zong gathered his voice into a thread and gently coaxed him, "Young Master, that's just the current situation. These experts will leave Chengdu immediately after completing their mission. Even if there are no incidents in the next three to five years, it's hard to say what will happen in the future."
"Whether it's the Holy Monk or Ning Sanren, they are both old and there's no way they can outlive Grand Commander Zhou."
"Even if he fails in his fight for the world, he still has a chance to become the world's number one master."
"This person is ruthless in his dealings with his enemies. What kind of trouble would it be if he were to be dealt with? Moreover, by then, it might be the Young Fortress Master's turn to take charge of the Duzun Fortress."
Xie Wenlong shuddered.
Dad, aren’t you trying to trick me?
"There are only two ways to avoid trouble: first, to prevent future trouble; second, to avoid making enemies."
Zheng Zong said, "This man is already well-established, and he possesses unparalleled Qing Gong skills. If he doesn't fall into the trap, how can others possibly succeed?"
"My Duzun Fortress has no previous grudge against him, and the Young Fortress Master has only met him once. Why would we provoke such a powerful enemy? The Fortress Master's decision was truly impulsive."
"Young Master, if you want to think long-term, you must leave yourself a way out and not do anything drastic."
"So, we must go today."
Xie Wenlong agreed: "Mr. Zheng is right."
"However, the Coffin Palace is powerful. How will Grand Commander Zhou deal with it?"
Zheng Zong hesitated for a moment. "The Coffin Palace is full of masters, and that old Sect Master Zhou is a rare and powerful figure in the world. However, I don't know why, but after meeting him a few times, I have an inexplicable confidence in this Grand Commander. Perhaps it's because his swordsmanship is too shocking."
"Regardless of how he responds, let's go there first and wait and see what happens."
"good."
Xie Wenlong put aside all distractions, made up his mind, and spurred his horse to the front, heading straight for the Sichuan Gang's headquarters.
The closer you get to the Sichuan Gang, the more gangsters you meet.
Xie Wenlong discovered that these people were all heading for the Sichuan Gang.
He had been in Bashu for a long time and was very familiar with the local accent.
Military men from Meishan, Ziyang, Linqiong, Wudu and other counties also received the news and rushed over, as well as people from the martial arts world in Hanzhong area.
All the teahouses and pubs near the Sichuan Gang’s headquarters were full.
There were three layers of people inside and outside, and people were standing on the splashing water on the road.
When Xie Wenlong arrived at the Sichuan Gang's headquarters, the sky was getting darker, but that did not prevent passers-by from recognizing his identity.
Some familiar people took the initiative to come forward and say hello after he dismounted.
"The young master of the castle is here too."
"Yes, the rumors are indeed not to be believed. The relationship between the three major forces is not that serious."
“…”
"Young Master, please!"
An elder rushed out from the Sichuan Gang's headquarters. He suppressed his surprise and greeted them politely.
Xie Wenlong bowed slightly, then led his men in with Zheng Zong.
Behind the towering watchtower, the Sichuan Gang’s four strongholds surrounded the entrance, with a wide square in the middle. The place usually used to gather and distribute goods was now empty.
Near the bottom of the five-story building, a large group of people was gathered.
Xie Wenlong saw the core figures of the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League, so he stepped forward to greet them.
Although he is a generation younger than the other leaders.
But even with the title of Young Master of the Fortress, no one treated him as a junior.
After meeting Fan Zhuo, Feng Zhen and three other leaders, Xie Wenlong saw two special people.
The first one was a tall man in his fifties, with thick eyebrows, dark eyes and pupils of a strange color.
He had a messy hair and wore leather armor, giving off a fierce and savage aura. A row of gorgeous eagle feathers hung around his waist, and paired with them was a jade order.
Xie Wenlong recognized his identity.
Among the Western Turkic Luodushe, those who could serve as "She" were usually the Khan's sons or close relatives of the royal family.
Luo Dushe was a relative of Tongyehu Khan and a commander of the army.
Next to him was a beautiful woman with chestnut hair and brown eyes. Her face was bright and beautiful, her figure was well-proportioned, and her every smile and frown was full of exotic charm, which could easily make people angry.
"Princess Lianrou."
Xie Wenlong greeted the Persian beauty.
Lian Rou smiled sweetly and said, "Did Lord Jie ask you to come here?"
This woman was the daughter of Yun Shuai, and was later adopted as a goddaughter by Tong Yehu Khan, who doted on her. She was not only charming, but also had great martial arts and wisdom.
He just asked casually, hoping to find out the relationship between the three major forces at this time.
"My father is busy with matters in the fort. Although Gang Leader Fan and Alliance Leader Feng have already arranged everything, since this concerns our allies, they still sent me over to take a look."
Xie Wenlong didn't explain it clearly, but Lianrou had a rough idea.
After all, they had just gone to Duzun Castle a few days ago and had a general understanding of Jie Hui's attitude.
Therefore, I was curious about Xie Wenlong's arrival.
It seems that Xie Hui has not changed his mind.
Luo Dushe and Lian Rou looked at Feng Zhen and the others. The one who changed his mind was the Ba Meng.
Otherwise, the combination of Duzunbao and Bameng would be enough to determine the direction of the situation in Bashu, and the Sichuan Gang alone would not be able to change it no matter what.
Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.
Xie Wenlong was just about to ask why the people from Western Turkestan were here when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Zheng Zong tugged at the hem of his clothes.
Xie Wenlong heard a strange noise, turned around, and saw a horrifying scene.
In an instant, a figure began to sway under the building.
Lian Rou, Luo Dushe and other spectators all stepped aside to avoid being misunderstood as being in cahoots with the Sichuan Gang.
There were layers of clouds in the distant sky, and a muffled thunder came from the mountains.
At first it was like thousands of wheels rolling on the ground, coming from the southwest and gradually approaching.
The dark clouds suddenly descended. It was still raining in other parts of Chengdu, but the raindrops falling in front of the Sichuan Gang’s headquarters seemed to have stopped.
Here we come!
All the masters from the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League looked towards the entrance.
"Swish swish~!!"
One after another, black-clad figures fell down at a high speed, and opposite them, there were also strange black coffins.
These true demons have different appearances and use a variety of weapons, but people who practice martial arts can tell at a glance that their spirits are in an extremely high state.
They stood beside the coffin, completely ignoring the large number of people in the Sichuan Gang.
From the eyes of each of them, one can see an unfathomable depth. Their eyes are like a black abyss, and they are immersed in it, trying to salvage spirituality from the abyss and obtain the ultimate secret of martial arts.
The collective appearance of this otherworldly pleasure actually gives people a sense of solemnity and sacredness.
Among the two sects and six paths of the Demonic Sect, only the Xieji Sect is the most bizarre.
In addition to the irresistible evil spirit, there is also the martial arts persistence that is hard to understand.
However, no one dares to underestimate these real demons.
Many of them are the strongest in the county. After being shackled for many years and practicing hard without hope, they entered the Coffin Palace. There are so many warriors in the world, and there is no shortage of those who are obsessed with martial arts.
You can even see some masters who are listed on the list of extraordinary achievements and unique skills.
After becoming a true demon, there are many who approach the level of martial arts masters.
In just a few years, the Xieji Sect became the undisputed number one force in the demonic sect.
When everyone looked carefully, they found that the raindrops at the entrance of the Sichuan Gang headquarters were actually forced back by the energy emitted by these people gathered together and could not fall.
At this time, five true demons appeared carrying a vermilion coffin.
“Boom~!”
Another muffled thunder struck the sky, as if it was striking the vermilion coffin.
The coffin seemed to stand upright automatically, and the figure flashed by, so blurry that the eyes could not follow it. When I looked closely, I saw a short and fat man in a simple monk's robe with ghostly eyes, and his footsteps were lightly hovering over the coffin.
As soon as he appeared, the light around him seemed to dim a lot.
A layer of terrifying black light, as if solid, surrounded him faintly. It was the evil spirit that made people in the martial arts world tremble in fear.
It is difficult to guard against the evil spirit of ordinary real demons, let alone the owner of the coffin palace.
Zhou Laotan's eyes slowly swept around the Sichuan Gang.
He saw Princess Lianrou and Luo Dushe of Western Turkic Khaganate. The two of them just glanced at him and immediately looked away.
Then he swept over the leaders and elders of the Ba League and the Sichuan Gang.
No one dared to look him in the eye under the mental pressure. Just a glance around was enough to confirm that no one present was his opponent.
Such overbearing and rude means make people angry and helpless.
Fan Zhuo and others saw it.
Three more people appeared on the other three coffins beside Zhou Laotan.
A young and beautiful woman in a palace dress, holding a bone flute, is extremely charming.
One of them was quite skilled in performance art, holding a one-legged bronze man in his arms, with a cold and arrogant look in his eyes.
The third man was dressed neatly and meticulously, with a cold expression on his face. He was holding a white cloth and wiping a huge pair of scissors to dry the rain water on them. He took great care of his weapon.
However, his eyes were not on Fan Zhuo, but on Luo Dushe who was beside Princess Lianrou.
Luo Dushe initially thought it was an illusion. He moved back and forth a few steps and found that Emperor Ding's gaze was following him.
The commander of the Western Turkic army was filled with anger. He thought he had never offended this old monster from the Demon Sect and had never even seen him.
It's really strange.
Little did people know that his afro hairstyle was no less impressive than that of the Lion King of the Haisha Gang.
The appearance of four powerful masters of the magic sect, coupled with their weird style, made countless people in and outside the Sichuan Gang feel their scalps tingle.
"Where is Fan Zhuo?"
Jin Huanzhen's voice was not loud but it was clearly heard by everyone, and his words were infused with the illusions from the Evil Record of Bewitching Minds.
Listening to it, it seemed as if I was in an empty valley with echoes coming from it.
Fan Zhuo was named, and he naturally would not back down under the watchful eyes of the public.
Fan Caiqi, like other members of the Sichuan Gang, was nervous when Fan Zhuo stepped out.
"Fan is here. What advice do you, the sect leaders, have for me?"
Fan Zhuo perked up, thinking of the strong backer behind him, he straightened his back and greeted.
Old Zhou sighed when he saw him, and at this moment he had no intention of talking about the Evil Emperor Temple.
He stared at Fan Zhuo's face:
"You've offended our sect first, yet you refused to accept the token. You're quite courageous. Where's the person you're relying on? Call him out and see if he can protect you."
Mr. Zhou sighed in a calm voice, without any anger in his voice.
But this tone gives people unimaginable pressure.
Before Fan Zhuo could speak, a clear voice took over.
"Master Zhou, the Sichuan Gang doesn't have what you want, so you should leave."
The voice sounded so familiar that Jin Huanzhen and the others immediately recognized his identity.
Zhou Laotan's expression changed for the first time. The demonic energy in his eyes manifested as a more intense and violent ghost fire. He no longer looked at anyone else, but only at the source of the sound.
He snorted and laughed:
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy for me to leave."
Everyone also looked towards the source of the sound.
At this moment, a golden snake broke through the dark clouds in the rolling clouds. The lightning flashed, illuminating the city tower as bright as day, and then it became dark again in an instant!
An electric snake flashed by, and a figure in white floated down from the sky accompanied by thunder.
The space rippled and the white shadow took a step in the air, as if stepping on an invisible staircase.
Princess Lianrou and Luo Dushe from Western Turkestan were stunned on the spot.
This. This I’m afraid even Yun Shuai can’t do!
As soon as Zhou Yi landed, thousands of people from the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League shouted in unison, "Tianshi."
This cry of "Heavenly Master" woke up all the people in Western Turkic area.
In front of many onlookers, Zhou Yi walked past Fan Zhuo without any fear and walked towards the four leaders of Xieji Sect.
"I've accepted Boss Fan's request. You guys can leave now and don't cause trouble in the future."
His words were stronger than Zhou Laotan's and full of confidence.
Old Zhou sighed, brushed his monk's robe, and raised his eyebrows and eyes: "Then it depends on how much weight you have."
The demons in the coffin palace looked at him.
Emperor Ding, You Niaojuan, and Jin Huanzhen all exuded a terrifying aura.
This momentum was not intended to compete with Zhou Yi, but they sensed something was wrong and were helping Zhou Laotan.
There is an invisible web in the air.
The four of them had a certain connection under the Qi network, and since their skills came from the same source, they provided Zhou Laotan with a bit of evil spirit.
In an instant, Zhou Lao sighed and a terrifying gust of wind blew around him.
The strong wind was filled with spiritual pressure, forming a wave of truth that pushed to all directions. This wave of truth pushed to extremely far places, which was the result of his martial arts will being released along with his energy and spirit!
Although he did not practice the orthodox Taoist method of cultivating demons in the heart, he unexpectedly obtained the essence of it.
The demon seed in the heart of Tao sees everything as a wave. Every blade of grass and every tree is a wave. The demon seed is a wave that transcends life and death. The void is also a wave, so it can destroy the void.
This wave of ripples spread in all directions, and the aftermath alone shocked the people watching the show.
Zhou Laotan's spiritual secrets increased greatly, but they were not as powerful as Zhou Yi's restraint and ability to change the sky and strike the earth.
Facing Zhen Bo, Zhou Yi seemed to be in a different dimension from him, and even his hair was not moved.
The four evil sect leaders widened their eyes.
Old Zhou sighed in anger, a low roar rolled out of his throat, and he suddenly clasped his hands in front of him, his ten fingers like hooks, as if to tear the void apart.
"Duh!"
With a loud shout, he suddenly opened his palms and pushed forward fiercely!
boom!
The evil black energy, as thick as insoluble ink, surged out from between his palms.
The black gas rolled and roared, and in an instant condensed into a huge ghost claw. The ghost claw was about ten feet in radius, and strong winds spread in all directions.
It was composed entirely of roiling demonic energy, its knuckles twisted like dead branches, and in the center of its claws, there seemed to be a skull that appeared and disappeared from time to time. Because it was integrated into the orifice, it seemed to be roaring silently, emitting a sickening breath of death and despair.
Most of the light around the demon was instantly swallowed up, the air became sticky and cold, and the biting chill climbed up the spine.
This is another transformation of the Red Evil God Palm.
Without any delay, with a sharp roar that could tear through space, he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed Zhou Yi.
Before the claws arrived, the evil power that froze the blood and corroded the mind had already submerged Zhou Yi's body like a tide.
The strong wind swept across the ground, leaving a large circle of cracks like frost.
Some of the nearby martial artists had such weak mental strength that they screamed and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clang.
However, in a flash, a clear and long sword sound suddenly rang out, like the sound of a jade chime falling from the sky!
At Zheng Zong's reminder, Xie Wenlong kept staring at the sword.
Sure enough, the sword was unsheathed.
A fiery sword light burst out from the scabbard, and under the pressure of dark clouds, it absorbed the surrounding light more thoroughly, as if it was the only one that could emit light.
The flowing blade, with its mysterious trajectory, is like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving behind a magnificent fiery color.
In the eyes of many people in the martial arts world, which were filled with shock, a flaming sword light flashed across the sky, flying at an extremely fast speed and rushing into the evil hand.
"laugh--!"
An extremely slight, yet extremely clear sound of tearing silk was heard, reaching deep into everyone's soul.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The Red Evil God Palm, with its overwhelming power and demonic aura, was like black ice thrown into the scorching sun the moment it came into contact with the fiery sword light.
There was no earth-shattering collision or roar.
There is only a silent, complete disintegration and purification.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the thick and rolling black air seemed to have met its nemesis, making a mournful "sizzling" sound, and instantly became thin and transparent, and then dissipated like boiling soup poured on snow.
The skull in the palm of the hand, illuminated by the sword light, twisted and screamed like a ghost exposed to the sun, turning into wisps of thin black smoke.
The spectators were shocked, having never seen such amazing swordsmanship.
This is also the perfect suppression of the vital energy and the spirit during the collision!
The Lihuo Sword Energy not only cut through the Red Evil God's Palm, but also rushed towards the four sect leaders with the remaining force.
Complete victory! The owner of the coffin palace was defeated!
Zhou Laotan and the others didn't care about being surprised. They were caught off guard and used their true strength to dissolve the rest of the sword energy.
Feeling the extremely pure true energy on the sword energy, the four people were shocked.
They exchanged glances for a split second.
Then he looked at the young man in white in front of him.
Just then, a flash of lightning flashed by, illuminating the young man's face, his eyes, and the sword.
This scene was deeply imprinted in the hearts of many spectators.
They will never forget the scene of today.
“BOOM~~!!”
The sound of thunder and lightning rang out in the sky, exploding in the sky with a loud bang, like a collapsing mountain, shaking the whole neighborhood.
At this time, the rain became denser, woven diagonally like silver ropes, covering thousands of houses.
A feeling of sadness welled up in Lao Tan's heart, and he even wanted to roar to the sky, so he stopped using the magic spell to block the rain and let the rain hit the monk's robe.
It's raining heavily in Chengdu.
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(End of this chapter)
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