The heaven and earth were silent because of this sword, and everyone stared at the figure in a daze, as if they were deprived of the ability to speak in an instant.
In an instant, the green dragon that had been so majestic just now died, and its huge corpse fell on the broken walls of the palace, splashing up a cloud of broken bricks and dust.
The venerable was still standing in mid-air, the moonlight shining on the sky in his hand like a winding Milky Way, his black hair wrapped around his silver crown, and he seemed like a fairy walking on the moon.
"... It's His Excellency Sword Master!"
Many of the demon tribes who had the honor of witnessing the Sword Master's grace thousands of years ago opened their eyes wide and trembled in fear under the vast pressure.
As we all know, Lingyun Sword Master had died in the Dragon Bone Abyss of Taiyan Sect a thousand years ago, and now he reappears a thousand years later...
The demon servant's heart was filled with turmoil. He naturally knew how much His Majesty hated the human race.
Everyone in the demon clan is aware of the prejudice that the Demon King has against humans, but few know where this prejudice comes from.
The steward who had always been serving the Demon King knew it very well.
The demon race is different from the human race. The talent of the human race may be a gift from God, but the talent of the demon race can only be given by blood. Blood determines the achievements of the demon race in life. The prototype of the general manager is a green-haired turtle, which means that he is born with low demon power and it is difficult for him to achieve success in cultivation.
But the good thing is that he lived a long life and lived for many years, so he knew more secrets than others.
For example... ... the past of His Majesty today.
Thousands of years ago, there was a princess in Qingqiu who was extremely beautiful.
Princess Di was born into a noble family with pure blood. She had cultivated seven tails at a young age. Her future was limitless. She was regarded as the apple of the eye of the entire clan and enjoyed great glory for a time.
The Demon King at that time was the grandfather of the Emperor Ji, so he naturally doted on this younger generation and often held her by his side to teach her personally. The Emperor Ji was also gifted, and she could understand everything at once, and her cultivation went smoothly.
After the previous Demon King passed away, everyone thought that the next Demon King would be none other than the Princess. However, unexpectedly, when the four great families were fighting fiercely for the throne, something unexpected happened.
The princess is missing.
Fifty years passed before she reappeared.
When she came back, she had lost all her power and couldn't even transform into a monster. She also brought back a child.
The child's biological father is unknown, but just looking at his magical power, one can tell that he must be a mortal.
It is conceivable what a great humiliation this is.
The entire Qingqiu clan was furious.
The custom of intermarriage among the demon race has long been established, especially for someone like Di Ji who is already engaged and has noble blood. It is despicable enough to escape from marriage and abandon the path paved for her by the Qingqiu clan, not to mention having an affair with a human in private, and not even with a cultivator, but an extremely ordinary mortal.
By then, fifty years had passed, and the turbulent situation within the entire clan had taken shape.
In the demon race, strength is everything. The reason why the princess became the princess was because of her bloodline and her strength.
But now, the Qingqiu clan is doomed, and the new demon king is from the White Tiger clan. He has always been suppressed by the Qingqiu Princess, so he is more resentful and often adds insult to injury. The princess has lost all her power and has become a laughing stock in the clan. For a time, everyone in the clan laughed at her, pointed at her, and spat at her when they saw her on the street.
Later, because no one liked her, the princess moved to the cold palace with the child of unknown origin and mottled bloodline.
The cold palace was in great disrepair, with one side adjacent to a human village and usually no one set foot there.
Although they were in such a state, the princess and the half-demon offspring were still half royal family members. Although the demons despised them, they would not openly disgrace the Qingqiu clan. Over time, the mother and son were forgotten by everyone and gradually became marginalized beings that no one in the clan cared about.
The name of Princess Qingqiu was also considered a stain and was not circulated in the history books of the demon race. Even few people remembered it.
Later, when the prince of the cold palace named "Rong Lian" appeared in the demon clan again, he had transformed himself into the blood bond of Lingyun Sword Master and stepped into the vortex of power of the demon clan.
The time he appeared was very opportune. The Qingqiu clan had been suppressed for many years, and there was a lack of young people. It was rare for someone with some talent and a backer to appear, so the Qingqiu clan also pinched their noses, turned a blind eye, ignored Rong Lian's impure bloodline, and even used the secret technique of blood exchange to slowly remove the impure bloodline in him.
When he was still the Crown Prince of Qingqiu, Rong Lian hated humans extremely. It was said that the reason for this was related to the mortal that the Princess of Qingqiu gave up her status to be with.
As for Lingyun Jianzun... ... although this person is Rong Lian's blood bond, perhaps because he hates the human race, it seems that he also dislikes this world-famous person.
Later, when Rong Lian truly ascended the throne, those who remembered these past events all shut their mouths.
The demon servant was one of them.
On the other side, the red bird and the white tiger kowtowed and confessed their guilt under the vast and terrifying pressure.
Just now, Lingyun Sword Master's sword struck Qing Jiao so hard that he couldn't even utter a word and was killed instantly. It was really frightening to them.
Qing Jiao has the highest cultivation level among the three of them, and has now reached the late stage of out-of-body experience. However, in front of this sword master who was so powerful a thousand years ago, he still cannot survive even half a move. How terrifying!
Although they had sworn the Heart Demon Oath, the worst that could happen if they violated it was that their cultivation would not improve at all. If the Sword Master struck them with a sword, they would lose their lives. It was clear at a glance which was more important, life or cultivation.
The man in red who was protected by the white-robed sword master was slightly stunned. He stared at the white figure with complex emotions in his eyes.
Compared with the red bird and the white tiger, Rong Lian had already seen that the white-clothed swordsman in front of him was nothing more than a spiritual consciousness.
Lingyun Sword Master died a thousand years ago. This happened under the noses of all the righteous people, including the Taoist leader who was in the Tribulation Period. There is absolutely no possibility of it being false.
The swordsman in front of him seemed to be glowing in the night sky. If he looked closely, the corners of his robes were almost transparent in the air, unlike a mortal. If the red bird and the white tiger were not frightened and lost their composure, they would not be able to see it.
Of course, even if it is just a divine consciousness, it still possesses the power to split mountains and rivers, so these two people should be feared.
But... ...why on earth would he appear...when I'm in danger
The facts are clear.
Rong Lian was just about to think about it when he heard the two people in front of him crying and shouting.
"Please spare us! Your Excellency Sword Master! We have not violated the oath we made to the inner demons. We have not gone against the Crown Prince of Qingqiu! Everything was done by Qing Jiao!"
"Your Excellency Sword Master, please be magnanimous and spare our lives. We swear that we will never go against the Crown Prince... No, we will never go against His Majesty, and we will never dare to do so again!"
For some reason, after hearing what Red Bird and White Tiger said, he suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation in his heart.
Heart demon oath? What heart demon oath
Rong Lian frowned deeply.
It was at this moment that the second sword light fell.
After the white light faded, the red bird's wings were cut in half and the white tiger's head was separated from its body.
Perhaps in response to this scene, the sky suddenly started raining without any warning.
Thunder roared across the field, and heavy rain washed away all the blood that splattered from the broken parts of the corpse, leaving no trace.
"you-"
Rong Lian was about to speak when he saw the swordsman in front of him suddenly turn around.
Those black eyes were like deep pools, without a single ray of light coming out from them. However, when they suddenly came into contact with the warm red on Rong Lian's body, a pool of icy water seemed to break, swaying slowly and forming some ripples.
In his eyes, there was only one person.
Sword Master opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his words were blocked by the heavy rain and became intermittent.
A thousand years had passed, and his spiritual awareness had already declined greatly. The ability to use those two swords had already consumed all his accumulated strength.
Ling Yun was unable to finish his words. Fortunately, the original intention of the master of the divine consciousness had been fulfilled.
A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, lighting up the entire earth like day.
After the lightning, the white-robed sword master who was originally hanging in the air disappeared without a trace, as if he was taken away by the lightning and brought back to the clouds.
In the heavy rain, the Buddha amulet on the waist of the man in red broke into two pieces silently.
Rong Lian lowered his hands and placed the two broken pieces of the Buddha amulet in his palms, remaining silent for a long time.
After a moment, he closed his palms again, and the redness at the corners of his eyes became even colder under the rain.
On the ground, the half-dead red bird was grabbed alive by an invisible force, its veins exposed.
"What exactly is the inner demon oath you just mentioned?"
Red Bird was seriously injured and was now like a fish waiting to be slaughtered. Naturally, he answered whatever was asked and dared not play any tricks: "Reply, reply to your majesty... It was Sword Master Lingyun, it was... Sword Master who once used his sword to force us to swear that we would never be your enemy... in our lifetime."
These words pierced Rong Lian's heart like a sharp thorn.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, the fox's dark golden eyes widened, its hidden illness flared up, and its head began to ache violently again.
He suddenly remembered what the White-Clothed Sword Master had said just now when he was about to disappear.
For some reason, even though he couldn't hear it and couldn't see it clearly, Rong Lian knew for sure what he was going to say.
The sword master with cool breeze and bright moon gradually overlapped with the cold and handsome appearance of the young man in the memory fragments.
One of them looked back with a sword in hand, while the other raised his eyes from the campfire level while holding a roasted chicken, both of them reflected a touch of unbridled red in their eyes.
They softened their expressions and called softly:
"fox."
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The rain is still falling.
The thunder tore through the night sky, fell into the bottomless canyon, and startled flocks of birds.
After bidding farewell to the leader of the Tianji Sect, Zong Ci returned to the cave.
The rain was heavy, knocking on the window frames loudly.
After a day and a night of events, Zong Ci was inevitably exhausted. Just as he was about to go to sleep with his clothes on, he was startled by the noise. So he jumped off the bed and walked to the wooden window, ready to take down the wooden bars that were supporting the window.
The view from the main peak is excellent. Looking down, you can have a panoramic view of the entire northern land. At a glance, you can also see the deep red color suddenly reflected on the dark clouds.
That's the territory of Chixiao Palace.
Zong Ci paused for a moment, but his hand closed the window without any hesitation.
Before closing the window, he subconsciously looked to the other side.
In the half-closed window, only half of the peach tree was reflected, with petals flying everywhere.
The half wheelchair under the peach tree was still standing still, exactly the same as when they said goodbye.
In the direction where he was.
For a moment, Zong Ci suddenly felt his hands, which were holding the window panel, burning.
He didn't dare to open the window, but quickly opened it as if he was burned. After the window panel fell down and the room was darkened, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.