The killing spree on the Hengduan Mountains tonight was the result of elaborate preparations in the early stages, weaving a large, impenetrable net.
The mountain protection formation was pushed to its full potential. There were people on every road leading to Baopu Sect to intercept outsiders, and the patrols and duties on the mountain were ten times more strict than before.
These were enough to stop most of the monks who came, but they could not stop the sub-saint who was riding the wind.
"That scholar from the academy is at a high level and full of tricks, but unfortunately he can't even hold a sword, so he is not a big threat."
"He has been living in Jiekong Temple to avoid the world. Wuwang is too indifferent. He doesn't care who rules the world, whether it's Taoism or the devil..."
This is what Rong Zhuo said to Yu Shi a long time ago.
His tone was casual, but his words contained a sense of indifference, as if he didn't care about anyone.
Even so, they still modified the Cloud Sea Formation to target potential enemies at the Sub-Saint level, conceal their auras, confuse the heavens, and draw the attention of these two people towards the Meteorite Abyss.
If the dean and Master Wuwang want to come, they have backup plans. They will pay a certain price and try their best to delay these two people.
The night is dark, with no stars or moon, and the red clouds are dazzling.
Rong Zhuo looked coldly because even though the dean had not arrived, his private seal traveled thousands of miles in an instant and created a gap in the sea of blood in the blink of an eye.
The huge stone seal, as big as a mountain, cast a shadow on the sea of blood, and the tremendous pressure was overwhelming.
Here, there is the Baopu Sect's mountain protection formation that connects the power of heaven and earth. The stone seal shouldn't have arrived so quickly.
Yu Shi instantly felt something, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at the young man who had reached the top of the mountain.
He frowned and asked, "Do you want to betray your master and ancestors?"
His tone was not harsh, but his pressure was like a sword, cutting off the head.
The young man who was being questioned had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He did not block Yu Shi's sword just now, but just took it with a calm expression.
Rong Zhuo's sleeves danced wildly, his hands formed seals rapidly, and the sea of blood surged with huge waves.
He could break the stone seal, but it would take time. But the longer it took, the more variables there would be. Zhou Yuandao had already stood up.
Even though the situation was critical, Yu Shi still calmed down and said to the young man,
"This is not your place to interfere. Go down the mountain."
The meaning is simple, you have no right to be here, but if you come down the mountain now, I will let bygones be bygones.
For someone of Yu Shi's realm and status, this was already the biggest concession he could make, and anyone should accept it with gratitude.
But the young man did not move.
A bloody wind blew from the sea of blood, lifting his dark blue Taoist robe.
Yu Shi never expected that the biggest variable would be Lin Yuangui.
Just as Jun Yu was in Cangya Mountain, half of Baopu Sect's mountain protection formation was also in Lin Yuangui's hands.
Lin Yuangui didn’t know about the killing tonight, nor was he good at prediction, but due to his level of cultivation, he could guess a little from the red clouds and clear light.
Even though Yu Shi had ordered that no one could come to the top of the mountain tonight, Lin Yuangui wanted to go up, and He Rai did not dare to stop him, and the elders could not stop him either.
He came to the mountain, saw the sea of blood, and then weakened the mountain protection formation without any hesitation.
Yu Shi is not Lin Yuangui's master, and there is no master-disciple relationship between them. But Lin Yuangui is of great value to the sect, and he cannot die easily.
At least I can't die now. I should at least do something for the sect.
"Now that you are powerful, you want to be a traitor who forgets his roots?"
Another sharp sword intent pierced through the young man's chest and abdomen, and blood gushed out.
Lin Yuangui's expression remained unchanged. He neither blocked nor retreated.
He didn't block it not because Yu Shi was a sub-sage, but because the other party was an elder in the sect.
I didn't retreat because of my principles.
He had been in seclusion for many years and had no idea why the sect leader colluded with the evil cultivators to kill Zhou Yuandao, he only knew that it was wrong.
No matter how many reasons and considerations there are, wrong is wrong.
Yu Shi's expression became even colder. He raised his sleeves and was about to throw this ungrateful thing down the mountain. But he suddenly flew up and appeared above the sea of blood.
For some unknown reason, Rong Zhuo suddenly gave up resisting the stone seal, and without caring about Zhou Yuandao, he went straight to the top of the mountain.
Yu Shi seemed to have sensed something and took over the ally's position.
The mountain protection formation was weakened, and the obstacles on the way up the mountain were also cleared by Lin Yuangui.
Therefore, when Luo Mingchuan reached the top of the mountain, he had almost no effort.
I saw a man standing right in front of the mountain path, he was a demon cultivator.
The red dress was flying like fire, dimming the color of the sea of blood behind him. There was a demonic aura between his eyebrows, but his posture was casual, not revealing any pressure.
Zhou Yuandao looked haggard on the sea of blood. Yu Shi drew his sword and slowly forced the stone seal open.
On the west side of the most inconspicuous mountain peak, there stood a young man in a green Taoist robe, standing still and tall as a pine tree.
With just one glance, Luo Mingchuan understood eight out of ten of the identities of the people and the current situation.
He was looking at the killing game, his mind racing, and Rong Zhuo was also looking at him.
It's disappointing though.
As the reincarnation of the Demon Lord, how could such a young man have the temperament to dominate the world? Too weak.
Disappointment makes people impatient. Rong Zhuo's eyes changed, as if he was looking at a grass or an ant. He said lightly, "You are not worthy of Tianluo Jiuzhuan."
Luo Mingchuan shook his head, "I disdain it."
Rong Zhuo finally found it somewhat interesting.
Tianluo Jiuzhuan is the highest skill that every demon cultivator pursues. It is immortal and indestructible, and is the ultimate power that a cultivator can see. Now this ant that he can kill with one hand is disdainful.
He smiled, strangely and coldly, "Why not give it to me then?"
This sentence is not a negotiation.
As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of scarlet smoke drifted towards him.
A sea of blood and corpses appeared before Luo Mingchuan's eyes.
The sea of blood is in his sea of consciousness.
It was like being forcibly pulled into a state of meditation by Luo Guan, which was the magical power of a top-notch expert. Rong Zhuo's spiritual thoughts directly broke through his sea of consciousness.
Compared to Yu Zhanmei, Rong Zhuo wanted Tianluo Jiuzhuan more.
The cold murderous intent, the violent anger, the silent deathly desire, the resentment, the unwillingness, the desolation…all the pain and struggles in the world are contained in this sea of blood, drowning all the good thoughts and beauty.
It is enough to arouse the deepest fear in people's hearts.
Luo Mingchuan only felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows and a splitting headache, then he saw Cangya destroyed, his master, fellow disciples, and people who were as familiar to him as family members died one after another.
He stood blankly on the ruined Qinghe Temple. Someone shouted "devil". When he turned around, he was shocked to find that the person holding the sword was himself.
The color of the film changed, and the last scene was in Xingshan Temple, where his fellow apprentice died in front of him and he could do nothing.
Luo Mingchuan's face turned pale, cold sweat soaked his back, and his sea of consciousness began to shake.
Thick blood enveloped him, and the disgusting stench filled his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe. He felt like he was drowning in this sea of blood.
“Crash!”
Suddenly, there was a bright sword light, like a bright moon breaking through the clouds, splitting the darkness, and falling on the sea of blood, raising huge waves!
A sword, the new moon, and clear light for thousands of miles.
Rong Zhuo turned his gaze to the person who drew the sword.
He originally didn't take this junior seriously, but now he wanted to kill him.
The one who drew the sword was Lin Yuangui.
He was very silent tonight, because Yu Shi's actions had broken his previous understanding. The eight characters of "forgetting one's origin" and "betraying one's master" still weighed on him.
But he didn't understand, "Be simple and honest, be less selfish and have fewer desires." Isn't this the teaching passed down by the founder of the sect? Why did he become a traitor?
But he knew that he could not draw his sword against his senior masters, but he could draw his sword against the evil cultivators.
He had endured two sword energies from Yu Shi, which had injured his lungs. This sword had been gathering strength for a long time, and he had used up all his true energy. He knew that facing Rong Zhuo, he could only strike once, and he only had one chance.
There was a slight loosening in Rong Zhuo's sea of blood, as thin as a hair. He put away his casual smile and raised his hand to point at the young man holding the sword.
But suddenly I met a pair of eyes.
It is dark as night and deep as the abyss.
Luo Mingchuan has broken out of the realm.
In an instant, the blood sea receded and Rong Zhuo fell into darkness, just like the ancient and pure darkness before the creation of heaven and earth.
It is the bottom of the meteorite abyss.
Rong Zhuo found it unbelievable that he was actually pulled into the territory by the other party.
Endless monsters emerged and began to tear at his flesh. He felt no pain or discomfort, and strangely felt a little excited. Was this the Nine Heavenly Transformations? Was this the reincarnation of the Demon Lord?
The stone seal shattered in Yu Shi's sword energy, and the fragments were as fine as powder, hovering in the air without dispersing.
Yu Shi suddenly noticed something changing on the top of the mountain. He wanted to get out, but his body froze for a moment.
A man was walking towards the other side of the sea of blood, wearing a tall hat, a wide belt, and a long robe.
It’s the dean.
The gentleman indeed does not know how to wield a sword, he considers himself a scholar.
War is an ominous thing, and scholars have to use it only when they have no choice.
The dean supported Zhou Yuandao.
In the past, his fighting power was not enough to fight Yu Shi. But tonight, Yu Shi had consumed too much, and both his spirit and sword intent were no longer at their peak.
After being seriously injured by Wei Jingfeng, Yu Shi rebuilt his meridians with the help of Rong Zhuo and entered the path of magic. He seemed to be unprecedentedly powerful, but in fact, it was a castle in the air and his foundation was unstable. This kind of superficial power could not withstand consumption.
They all understood this fact, so no one took the initiative. Yu Shi was thinking about the possibility of forming an alliance with the dean, and which would be higher, the cost or the benefit.
The dean looked at Zhou Yuandao and took out a pill. Zhou Yuandao shook his head.
What suddenly broke the silence and stalemate were two shouts.
“Senior Brother!”
“Master!”
The one who called him "Senior Brother" was Yin Biyue. Among the people on the top of the mountain, he was the first to see the pale-faced Luo Mingchuan.
The one calling "Master" was Cheng Tianyu. He immediately saw his master covered in blood in the sea of blood.
Like a calm lake striking a rock, a sword energy as silent as the sea flashed past and went straight for Yin Biyue's face.
The speed was so fast that there was no way to avoid it. Yin Biyue didn't even have time to draw his sword before the shadow of death loomed over his head.
The headmaster's figure was ethereal, and in the blink of an eye he blocked the sword. Another stone seal collided with it.
"boom!"
Cracks appeared on the stone print.
When facing an opponent who is not much stronger than you, it is impossible to have both speed and strength.
Yu Shi attacked Yin Biyue, but his target was the dean. He guessed correctly that the dean would save Yin Biyue.
The next moment, the smile in his eyes froze because a sword stabbed him from behind.
Fast and light, like a flying feather.
At the last moment, his body-protecting true energy deflected the sword tip, so it did not pierce through his heart, but instead pierced his shoulder blade.
He didn't expect that Zhou Yuandao, who was clearly about to die, could still draw his sword.
With this sudden change, the dean's stone seal did not continue to shatter. Instead, it flipped in the air and forced Yu Shi to retreat three steps.
The last thing Zhou Yuandao saw was the childish Cheng Tianyu running towards him with the Feiyu Sword in his hand.
It was like seeing my younger self.
He thought of Song Tang and Zhong Shan again.
Thinking back to the fact that I have seen the world, fought against evil spirits, and taught apprentices in my life, there is nothing to regret.
“Master…”
Zhou Yuandao smiled. He wanted to say, 'Master is leaving now. Don't worry. I'll leave the future to you. If you mess up, just wait for the sword sheath to hit your palm.' But he no longer had the strength.
He opened his mouth and only uttered the word "OK".
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