697 Cleaning Dust
Enraged, the old man's expression turned sinister and ruthless. He brandished his long sword and charged forward fearlessly, roaring, "I'll devour you all!"
But, in the flash of the blade, blood splattered, the limbs were separated, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
His head was severed with a single stroke, rolling to the ground, his eyes still wide open in a fierce stare, seemingly unable to close them in death, yet showing no trace of attachment, his mind still preoccupied with something else.
Is it wrong for me to want to become stronger?
The demonic beasts were destroyed, and the bewitchers were executed. Despite the strong smell of blood, Lu Zhanyuan felt no joy, but rather an uncontrollable sadness in his heart.
I can't save everyone, but I can slay the evil spirits here.
Lu Zhanyuan said softly, "The repulsive smell of war."
Lu Zhanyuan gripped his long sword tightly, circulating his true energy, which reached three feet around his body. He approached step by step, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Wood chips flying everywhere!
With a single stroke, Lu Zhanyuan cleaved open the wooden door of the ancestral hall and strode in without hesitation.
The ancestral hall was dark and oppressive, filled with an indescribable eerie atmosphere.
Lu Zhanyuan's gaze quickly swept over the high platform, where a familiar, foot-tall demon statue—the Crimson Flame Demon—was placed.
The smell of blood on it hadn't dried yet, indicating that there had been a sacrifice not long ago.
With more sacrifices performed, a strong stench of blood filled the air.
The terrifying statue, seemingly stained with blood, exudes evil and ferocity in every inch.
A lifelike creature, with a ferocious face and bloodshot eyes, seemed capable of devouring all living beings before it. An aura of evil emanated from it.
A soft, deep voice echoed in the surroundings: 'Believe in me, kneel before me, and I will bestow upon you beauty, gold, and immortality.'
On the ground, the dried bloodstains were still visible.
It extends all the way into the back hall.
Clearly, the yellow monster didn't have the time or inclination to clean up the place thoroughly. The fact that it could disguise itself as a human and hide these corpses here shows how careful it was.
Suddenly, a red light seemed to flash from the Crimson Flame Demon God statue, and the dazzling, eerie red light instantly enveloped the entire shrine.
Lu Zhanyuan and the other two suddenly felt a change in their surroundings; in the blink of an eye, the scenery around them had undergone a dramatic transformation.
The illusion suddenly appeared.
Suddenly, a sea of fire, swirling with smoke and flames, rose up all around, like flames that devoured living beings.
Flames leaped, and a scorching heat rushed towards us. The entire space seemed to be engulfed by crimson flames, and the fear and oppression of death followed closely around us, creating a suffocating sense of despair.
Flames rolled for three thousand miles, burning all living things, as if the end of the world had come.
In the fiery illusion, everything appeared distorted and bizarre.
The bloodstains on the ground became blurry and terrifying, and in an instant, all the three could see was a crimson expanse.
Suddenly, a mournful cry of a beast came from the back hall, making the entire ancestral hall seem to tremble.
Lu Zhanyuan's eyes immediately turned cold, a sneer appeared on his lips, and he activated the Dragon Slaying Technique, which dissipated the illusionary aura within a three-foot radius. With a wave of his hand, he pulled his two subordinates to his side.
He whispered, 'Be careful.'
The two became alert, breaking out in a cold sweat; they had almost been trapped in the illusion.
What the two saw was somewhat different: gold, silver, beautiful women, spiritual medicines and pills, secret manuals, and the ability to travel a thousand miles in a day—truly an irresistible sight.
A group of ragged figures stumbled slowly towards them, but in the blink of an eye, they became agile again and charged forward like hungry wolves.
He was wearing tattered clothes with dried bloodstains, and his face was contorted with rage and a thirst for the fresh taste of life.
Among these people were merchants, peddlers, villagers, and former colleagues who had been missing. Sure enough, none of them survived by sheer luck!
Lu Zhanyuan and his two subordinates were speechless with rage, their eyes filled with an unparalleled calmness and ferocity!
Looking at his former colleagues,
But now they had all turned into skeletons, the red light flashing with a beastly gleam.
Lu Zhanyuan gripped the knife tightly in his hand. His former comrade was now a monster driven by some evil force. He hoped that the evil would be eradicated today and in the future.
The Mad Dragon Slash unleashed its full power, pushing its true energy to its limit. It was like a torrent of water rushing down from a thousand feet high, its blade energy like a rainbow piercing the sun.
Lu Zhanyuan gripped the Mad Dragon Slash tightly; wherever the blade pointed, the power of heaven and earth was unleashed.
The demonic statue before them seemed to sense danger, growing increasingly eerie.
He poured all his inner energy, surging and surging, into the blade.
In an instant, a dragon's roar seemed to erupt from the blade, its sound shaking the heavens.
The dazzling dragon's roar and shadow seemed like a raging dragon awakening from the abyss, soaring into the sky.
In an instant, man and sword became one, and the sword energy exploded with a thunderous roar!
The sword energy shot out like a rainbow, traversing the sky, causing the ground to explode with a deafening roar, and sweeping away the eerie illusions all around!
The location of the evil god statue is clearly visible; it's right there, completely still!
Carrying a world-destroying aura, seemingly possessing the strength of 300,000 jin, it directly approached the statue of the Crimson Flame Evil God.
A cold glint appeared, and the blade's energy flashed. With a deafening roar, the statue was torn apart like an eggshell by this domineering and unparalleled blade energy. The inside was ripped apart as if it were made of paper.
Fragments filled the sky, crushed into dust!
The remaining power of the Mad Dragon Slash did not diminish, and it continued to shoot out, tearing apart anything that could be blocked in its path.
The controlled skeletons silently ceased their movements, and then, in an instant, before this domineering, world-destroying, and thunderous sword energy, they were like withered branches and rotten leaves, instantly shredded and vanished into nothingness.
With a single slash, the fellow vendors were no longer controlled by the evil god and could return to the earth.
Within the territory of Dalong Prefecture, between counties, and in remote areas where mysterious disappearances have occurred, the members of the Demon Slayer Division, along with Mi Zhanguo, Ren Pingsheng, Yang Dexing, and others, conducted targeted cleanups based on intelligence.
The dust and grime slowly spread to Dalong Prefecture, or perhaps Dalong Prefecture was never a special place to begin with.
The nascent demonic beasts and evil followers were quickly surrounded and wiped out.
Everyone is determined to eradicate evil, all for the sake of the Lord's wishes.
At sunrise, the sword spirit clung to He Chen's chest like a koala, quietly curled up, as if also enjoying the rare tranquility after the storm.
Her eyes were clear and bright, with little difference; her refined and elegant appearance remained unchanged.
A set of openwork armor, exquisitely beautiful.
I closed my eyes slightly, stretched gently, and then quietly nestled in your arms and fell asleep.
He Chen moved with lightning speed, as if traversing space, his figure as invisible as if he were invisible, without causing the slightest ripple.
In the border town, with He Chen's consent, the extended canal from Wanzhou to Huangtu County was repaired.
Widen and lengthen it!
However, Elder Weng was not in a hurry. He knew that he and Jin Luo and the other two needed time to use up their opportunities.
So I focused on cultivation and carefully comprehended it, and suddenly felt much more relaxed and less tired. I was filled with gratitude.
A deep bow is the essence of respect!
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