In an instant, blood spattered, bones and flesh were separated, and the white fangs intertwined, gnawed, and tore in the warm body. en8.
Zhu Wuxia raised his hand to disperse the demonic elephant, and walked straight towards Jiu Ming City without looking at the broken body of the monster in front of him.
The pleasant voice of the Demon Saint came to her ears: "Wuxia, walk slower, you will be in trouble if you miss it."
Zhu Wuxia stopped, glanced at the war-torn ancient capital not far away, and simply sat on the ground. There were countless monsters wandering around her that were eager to attack, but no one dared to step forward to test her. The aura on her body was too deadly, even more vicious than the monsters in the Great Freedom.
The battlefield was in a mess, with thick smoke billowing, corpses everywhere, the sky was gloomy, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke and putrefaction filled the mouth and nose. Zhu Wuxia wore a long blue dress with soft and bright colors, which was particularly conspicuous on the battlefield that was mainly black and red. She sat casually in the place where the war was most intense, as if she was in a deserted place.
"Yes, Lord Saint." She responded, her words sonorous and powerful.
The Demon Saint was far away in the Huangquan Temple of Wuwu Demon Realm at this time. He nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "Thank you for your hard work. You must return to the East China Sea immediately after this matter. Can you bear it several times in one day?" ?”
"No problem." Zhu Wuxia responded with a smile.
The Demonic Saint sighed slightly: "Sorry, originally you didn't need to take action on this little matter, but the Great Movement Array is closely monitored, and the art of shifting the world can be used several times in one day... After thinking about it, It’s just you.”
After hearing this, Zhu Wuxia put his hand on the ash sheath, pressed his sword and replied: "It is my great honor to be able to serve the Lord Saint. Please don't be too polite, Lord Saint."
The Demon Saint was wandering alone in the Underworld Temple. He walked up to a dark demon pattern and traced its pattern carefully with his fingers: "Is there anything difficult to understand in the East China Sea?"
Zhu Wuxia originally wanted to say no, but suddenly he remembered someone else: "Has the Saint ever read "Xuan Ming Ji"?"
The silver ornaments on the hands of the Demonic Saint were intertwined into a web, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. He followed the winding lines little by little: "You want to say Zhong Guanyuan, right? If your calculation is correct, you are now The progress seems to be Yingzhou, so we should be out of reach of him."
"I have never met him, but I have heard some rumors and I feel that this person may not be simple. Now that I ask, I am prepared." Although Zhu Wuxia has always been known for his crazy behavior, he is actually cautious and thoughtful. "He once It has been said that the devil’s path is revered by the underworld, but I have only heard this mentioned by you, Lord Saint, and I, the orthodox devil’s path, have not been born for tens of thousands of years, how did he know?”
The magic saint paused in his hand, and the silver jewelry trembled, making a crisp and sweet sound. This sound echoed in the empty Huangquan Temple, and it seemed very strange.
He chuckled and said, "That's true... but I'm so flawless. Let me ask you a question first. How many Taoist Holy Lands are there now?"
Zhu Wuxia was startled: "The demon path is Qingchuan Mountain Mansion, the human path is Moling and Lutian Temple, the immortal path is Mianfeng Corridor and Shenyin Gate, the Buddhist path is Guiling Temple, the ghost path..."
She stopped when she counted here. Ghost Road Fengdu City is similar to Demon Road Wuwu Demon Realm. Because the land where the sect is located is really difficult to find, it is not included in the Holy Land.
"Understood?" asked the demon saint.
Zhu Wuxia was a little unbelievable. It was said that one of the Seven Holy Lands had never appeared in the sight of a practitioner, and she had been practicing for so many years and she didn't feel anything was wrong. Even if she had always mistakenly believed that Ghost Road Fengdu City was one of the holy places, it is impossible that so many practitioners have been wrong for tens of thousands of years. Why has no one mentioned it so far
"... Who selected the seven holy places? If it was a convention, shouldn't there be only six?" She thought for a long time but couldn't come to a conclusion, and for a while she forgot about Zhong Guanyuan at the beginning.
The demon saint smiled vaguely. He did not answer the question but asked instead: "Look, there are so many things that are difficult to explain. Why do everyone call them seven holy places when there are only six holy places? Who selected the six places? Why do they exist, or who chose to let them exist like this? Since these places can become holy places, why can't Fengdu City and Wuwu Demon Realm, which are both orthodox? What are the standards?”
Zhu Wuxia was speechless: "Please give me some advice, Lord Saint."
"You asked Zhong Guanyuan first, so let me tell you now that he is the direct descendant of the Holy Land." The Demonic Saint once again avoided her question.
Zhu Wuxia felt that the information conveyed in just a few questions was too huge: "But he is obviously an ordinary person. I can still identify the inheritance of these holy places..."
The devil saint's nails scratched on those magic lines, leaving no trace, but making a sharp and harsh sound: "Because the orthodoxy has been lost, he looks like an ordinary person." *Fa In fact, not only does he look like this, he is actually an ordinary person."
"The orthodoxy has been lost!?" The ashes in Zhu Wuxia's hand almost fell to the ground. Even though what she is experiencing now is a battle between orthodoxy, and even though she knows that there was a heaven-shattering battle a thousand years ago, she still can't understand "the orthodoxy has been lost." "What exactly are contained in these four words.
"The First Holy Land, there is indeed another Holy Land above the six Holy Lands you just mentioned... which is the Holy Land of Shinto." The hand of the Demonic Saint left the dark magic pattern and moved to another Demonic Land below it. Pattern, this magic pattern is complex in color and ever-changing.
"... Please speak clearly, Lord Saint." Zhu Wuxia didn't know what to say. With her current seniority and cultivation level, it was almost impossible for her to come into contact with such secrets. However, the Demonic Saint had no grudges at this time. Telling it to her, this move was very meaningful.
Zhu Wuxia listened with great interest, but the Demonic Saint felt a little boring for some reason. He leaned lazily against the wall of the Underworld Temple and said: "There is nothing to say, but the orthodoxy is gone, all the gods are gone, and then there will be no more in the world." No one knows this place anymore.”
Zhu Wuxia suddenly felt that "gone" was really a terrible word. It was more thorough, more straightforward, and more silent than "death".
"Wuxia, if the Taoism is gone, this existence will really disappear completely. No one will remember the Shinto anymore. Those once glorious things can now only exist in the collection of mythical novels written by mortals. Zhong Guan What Yuan wrote may not be fabricated... Do you understand?" The Demonic Saint seemed to be mocking and sighing, and his voice was filled with fatigue that Zhu Wuxia had never heard before.
"Lord Saint..." Zhu Wuxia was choked with sobs at this moment. She never shed tears when bleeding, and she had never cried once in her life from the moment she landed to the present, but she didn't know why she was touched by such a few words. She is not fighting for herself now, but for the survival of the entire Taoist order. If they win, they will continue on this path with the demon disciples. If they lose, there will be no road left under their feet.
However, the world is in chaos and wars are gradually breaking out. No orthodox lineage in the world is inferior to them. Who can say with certainty about victory or defeat
Perhaps at this moment, the lives of thousands of demonic disciples, their countless beliefs, and countless fights will all become a book in the hands of future generations of mortals, who can be read at their leisure, pass the time, and make others laugh.
Zhu Wuxia was unwilling to give in - no one would be willing to do it.
"I'm here." The magic saint put his finger on the magic pattern with changing colors. The magic pattern suddenly broke in the middle. He stared at the broken mark and said, "As long as there is still one magic disciple alive, I will They will protect him to the end, this is the reason why all saints are saints."
Zhu Wuxia swallowed what she was about to say, and stood up holding the cold ashes, her expression as firm as ever, her hands as steady as a rock: "Wuxia is also willing to devote her whole life to the devil's path, even if she dies!"
She looked towards Jiu Ming City, and saw a golden dragon carrying Hu Hanmei flying in the direction of Shiwanda Mountain. Zhu Wuxia unsheathed his sword and waved the cold ashes in their direction without hesitation!
*
"The holy heavenly incense is really unreasonable."
A young man with white hair and plain clothes stood in front of the screen wall of the Shenyin Sect's sky-connecting divine veins. He said these words to the immortal saint inside the screen wall. His expression was cold, and there were not many emotional ups and downs.
"Okay, open your mouth Sheng Tianxiang and shut up Sheng Tianxiang. Are you going to call me by my name someday?" The Immortal Saint cursed impatiently, "I finally know where Qingxuzi learned his bad temper. , Su Youbai, stay away from my disciples from now on!"
Even after being scolded by him, Su Yaobai's expression didn't change at all. He said, "The Demonic Realm of Wuwu doesn't want to make friends with anyone."
"It's strange that the Wuhuang Demon Realm handed over Huang Quan. Now they are pointing at this lifeblood." The Immortal Saint said in a matter-of-fact tone, "The traces of the Holy Tianxiang are mysterious and unpredictable, and his actions are also unreasonable. But there are always traces to follow. Every time you are aroused by the devil's way, you start to jump around. Those who know it say that you practice Taishangdao, and those who don't know think that you are from the Thunderbolt Hall, full of gunpowder."
Su Yaobai said coldly: "Oh, do you want me to be like the Lord Saint, whose expression does not change even if everyone in the family is dead? Besides, I practice the Taishang Xuanling Dao instead of the Taishang Wangqing Dao."
He deliberately emphasized the words "Lord Saint". The Immortal Saint knew as soon as he heard it that he didn't take his words to heart: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. If you don't want to be friends with others, just don't be friends with them. Anyway, he will always pay for this cause and effect." It’s clear. You can go to Wuwu Demon Realm again in a while... No, it’s better to let Dong Xuanzi go.”
Su Yaobai mocked: "How to pay? There is also the matter of Shen Xiaozi's plan to kill Rong Daozi..."
"Shut up." The Immortal Saint finally couldn't bear it any longer, "Since you are always so worried about it, I will explain the matter clearly to you!"
Su Yaobai looked at the blurry shadow in the screen wall coldly: "I would like to hear the details."
"Jingli did a good job. In this matter, he almost perfectly catered to the requirements of all forces without any bias." The Immortal Saint said before Su Yubai could speak, "I want Hu Hanmei to die, so he He tried to find a way to kill Hu Hanmei, although he used some tricks in the process, but he knew that I wouldn't care about this."
"This little thing" refers to Rong Daozi's life.
"The cause and effect is like this. Twelve years ago, I used the blue bird message to help him see through the barrier covered by the Ghost Saint in Jiu Ming City, so he refined the Yao Que Suo and the Demon Suppressing Tower to help Rong Daozi restrain Hu Hanmei. Twelve years ago, I could have informed the Ghost Saint the moment he built the barrier, but I didn't. At the moment the barrier was built, I used the slowest messenger blue bird, and the bird flew away. It only took half a month to get to him, and the first battle of humanity suffered heavy casualties. So he also left some room for help this time, and this reservation led to Rong Daozi's death."
"These are all interconnected. The help of objects is exchanged for the help of objects, and the loss of orthodoxy is exchanged for the death of direct descendants. He did not make any mistakes and handled it extremely appropriately."
Su Yaobai obviously didn't know that the Immortal Saint secretly helped Humanity twelve years ago. The messenger blue bird flew out from Tongtian Divine Veins at the moment when the ghost path blocked the secret of Jiu Ming City, and it arrived in the hands of the human saint half a month later. At that time, the human saint could probably guess the immortal saint by looking at the departure time of the messenger bird. Delayed on purpose. Unexpectedly, he still remembered it clearly twelve years later and repaid it accurately.
The Immortal Saint wanted to shut up Su Youbai's mouth at once, so he continued: "There is also the Demonic Way. Twelve years ago, Jingli gave Huang Quan a way to survive. Twelve years later, he helped Huang Quan kill him. Dead Hu Hanmei, these two things are actually the same thing."
Su Yaobai frowned: "One piece?"
But these two things don't seem to be related at all.
"Twelve years ago, he did some tricks and led Huang Quan to the ancient temple among the Thirteen Barriers. The secret of giving up one's life in Guiling Temple was hidden there. It was prepared for Zheng Zhenzhen..."
"Who is Zheng Zhenzhen?" Su Youbai became more and more confused.
The Immortal Saint was impatient again, and he cursed: "Shut up and listen, don't ask!"
Su Yaobai was used to seeing him like this, so he stood silently and listened without saying a word.
The Immortal Saint continued: "In short, after that, Sheng Tianxiang also participated in the design. Zheng Zhenzhen was made into a puppet, and his body was preserved intact. Twelve years later, Sheng Tianxiang asked for Hu Hanmei's heart from Jingli, and both Together, you get a good move.”
Although Su Youbai still didn't know who Zheng Zhenzhen was, he understood the causal relationship: "So what did the Demon Saint give him?"
"I don't know, but according to my calculation, it should be a good move." The immortal saint said vaguely.
Su Yaobai thought to himself, isn't that nonsense? Who knows how "a good chess piece" is positioned
The Immortal Sage seemed to be pondering this issue as well. He calculated for a while and said slowly this time: "I just calculated it again. It seems that Sheng Tianxiang doesn't want to get any karma..."
Su Yaobai didn't urge him this time. Anyway, the Immortal Saint would tell it slowly.
Sure enough, after a while, the Immortal Saint seemed to confirm it again, and then said: "In this matter, Jiu Ming City lost a peak heavenly demon, and two direct descendants of our sect were injured and killed. The Demonic Dao was half responsible for the death of Hu Hanmei, and the Saint Tianxiang seems to have inherited some kind of favor from Gongsun Yanhua this time, so he plans to make up for the difference. As for our sect, Rong Daozi's death is accounted for one-third by the devil, and Lingfeizi is entirely responsible for the devil. Since he If you don’t want to hurt Huang Quan, then you probably have to find a way to overcome the cause and effect.”
"If you think about it... I probably know what he is going to give up."
Just when he was about to tell what these words were, a person changed the world and appeared in front of the screen wall. He was a white-haired young man, wearing a moon-white gown, with long hair like a waterfall, as bright as the moon.
Su Yubai looked at the young man next to him and said, "Qing Xuzi, didn't you lead the army to the southwest sea?"
Qing Xuzi's face was a little pale, but his expression was still indifferent and cold: "The Black Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King rebelled. I easily restrained the Black Dragon King. I was about to help the Qing Dragon King capture the Golden Dragon King. Unexpectedly, I accidentally let the Golden Dragon King use the True Dragon Ultimate The flames ignited the soul and perished directly with our army."
Su Yaobai was still digesting the news he brought, but Qing Xuzi immediately revealed another major change.
"One more thing, the demon army defeated the demon army, but got stuck in the quagmire during the pursuit, and could not return to Jiu Ming City for a while. And now the Lutian Holy Altar has begun to attack Jiu Ming City where the demon army is stationed. Please ask the saint Sir, what should we do next?"
The figure of the Immortal Saint gradually faded on the screen wall, and he slowly said four words: "Just wait and see what happens."
*
Yun Qing calmly walked out of the Bone Gate of Yaoque Tower. Between the two rows of ferocious fangs, Amang suddenly appeared and was supporting him with his bare hands.
Sharp and thick beast teeth passed through his feet and through his shoulders. The blood on the ground was still mixed with bone residue. It was unclear whether it belonged to Amang or these monster beasts. He used his flesh and blood to carry the suddenly closed door of bones for Yun Qing.
Yun Qing did not look back at him, but bowed to the Demonic Sage and said, "As the Sage said, Shiwandashan and I have finally put aside our past feud."
The demon saint nodded, with a gentle look on his face: "Let's go back now. Demon Lord doesn't have to worry about being chased by our sect."
Yun Qing smiled casually: "I have never been worried."
She looked at Amang with the ancient mirror in her hand, and Amang's riddled body disappeared between the bones and then appeared in the mirror. Yun Qing took the mirror and said to the demon saint, "I wonder where this thing comes from?"
The demon saint waved his hand and said: "It is also a magic weapon hidden in Qingchuan Mountain Mansion. If the Demon Lord likes it, just take it."
Bi Fang was dissatisfied and said sourly: "Hey, how good is your relationship with her? She even gave her something..."
Yun Qing pretended not to hear what Bi Fang said, said goodbye to the two of them, and went to Liu Xiaoniu's boat. Liu Xiaoniu untied the rope that tied the boat and slowly paddled towards the other side of the lake with Yun Qing.
"Congratulations to the Demon Lord for getting out of trouble."
"Thank you very much."
There was no other words between the two of them. They stayed in silence on this small boat and staggered towards the south.
The rain had stopped by this time, but the fog was still very thick, and the cold and damp feeling in the air became more and more obvious. After this vast mist, the sky is high and the clouds are vast, war smoke is everywhere, and all things are constantly growing. Yun Qing looked at the dissipating white mist, and suddenly his heart gradually calmed down. The anger seemed to have disappeared with this long run in the Yaoque Tower. The surrounding white mist gently wraps the boat, and also gently covers the lake surface, and dissipates with the gentle breeze.
This mist connected her to the vastness of heaven and earth. Her heartbeat gradually became calmer as the heaven and earth breathed in spiritual energy, and her breathing rose and fell with the rising and falling of stars. She could clearly hear the noisy sounds of everything, but her heart had never been so peaceful for a moment. This kind of peace that was consistent with heaven and earth took her a long time to appreciate and comprehend.
After an unknown amount of time, Yun Qing felt the rocking of the boat stop. She took a deep look at the Yaoque Tower behind her which was obscured by thick fog. The demon saint in front of the tower smiled at her.
"Farewell." Yun Qing bowed his hands, not knowing who he was saying goodbye to. Maybe it was the Liu Xiaoniu in front of her, maybe it was the Shiwan Mountains that were no longer peaceful, maybe it was the demon saint who was as gentle as a mother, maybe it was the Yaoque Tower that she walked back and forth several times, even herself I can’t figure it out, maybe it’s a little bit of it.
Yun Qing turned Fang Cunzhan directly, and when he reappeared, he was already in the southern wilderness. This time she didn't deliberately worry about anything. Anyway, what was supposed to come would always come, and she was never afraid.
There are fleeing demon armies and pursuing demon armies everywhere. The pure white holy ring in the distant Jiu Ming City is slowly expanding, while the black and red six-path wheel of life and death is forced into a desperate situation. The sky was so dark that there was no brilliance, no stars twinkling, and no bright moon in the sky. It was just pure darkness. The smell of rotting corpses around is very strong, and the spiritual energy pollution caused by monsters makes it almost difficult for practitioners to move. The smell of gunpowder smoke spreads, and together with the smell of blood, it creates the background color of this place of right and wrong.
Before Yun Qing could gain a firm foothold, a black magic sword came through the sky and cut a huge crack in front of her. Yi Du, who was in black armor and holding a heavy sword, landed not far away from her. His expression was cold and hard, his face was as stern as a sculpture, and the blood-colored cloak behind him was flying in the fire.
"Go back with me." Yi Du said in a very tough tone, he said coldly, "Or do you want to die by my sword?"
Yun Qing closed her eyes and suddenly laughed. She pulled out Kunwu from behind with her backhand, her expression was very gentle, but the knife was filled with murderous intent.
There was also a smile in her words: "Killing you seems to be a good idea."