In the center of the desert, there are ghosts everywhere.
The pervasive blood mist covered the sky, and the field of vision was full of blurred and dark red. Looking up, it seemed that even the lonely moon hanging on the horizon was dyed blood, and there was a bit of awe-inspiring murder for no reason.
The sand bandits and Lu Wanxing were not high-leveled, so they could barely contain the demons; He Zhizhou and Lin Xun worked together to repel the waves of demons, while Tian Xianzi concentrated on suppressing the aura gushing out of Pei Ji's body, frowning all the time. .
"No, the devilish energy in that kid is gradually dissipating."
Under the sand dunes in the distance, Qing Heng clenched the long knife in his hand and hurriedly said to Huo Qiao, "That group of people is protecting him... We can't attack at all!"
Huo Qiao said "um".
What Qingheng said is true, with their strength, it is difficult to even get close to Pei Ji.
It's ridiculous to think about it. The Demon Realm, which once dominated the world and rivaled the world of comprehension, is now only left with a group of miscellaneous fish with low cultivation. The group of Jindan Yuanying cultivators in the desert are already the most powerful combat power of the Demon Race.
Since Pei Ji has been enchanted, they are only one step away from getting out of the big formation.
I don't know since when, the monstrous vortex set off by Pei Ji gradually subsided.
The rolling sands tended to calm down, like the tide receding, slowly revealing the shadow of being submerged in the water - the black-clothed youth who should have lost consciousness picked up the long sword from the ground, and the night was like ink, outlining a slender figure.
Pei Ji woke up.
Their plan... failed.
It's not what it should be.
They designed the Xuanxu Jian faction to separate and disperse, and then sent Liu Xiuyuan to kill He Zhizhou, Lin Xun, and Wen Hemian. As for Tian Xianzi, they should send some magic cultivators to block the way and prevent him from coming here.
At that time, when Ning Ning died, Pei Ji entered the demon sacrificial formation, and the three demon gods broke out of the formation, it was inevitable that they would not be able to resist the current situation of the same talents in the cultivation world.
It should be like this.
At that time, all clansmen will be able to leave the barren and remote demonic realm, walk out of this deadly desert, and go to the endless city-states, rivers, mountains and rivers in the distance, as well as the legendary silver-clad snowfields everywhere. .
The taste of being bound in a cage is really hard to bear.
"Lord!"
Qing Heng said anxiously: "Pei Ji failed to enter the demon, Tian Xianzi was protecting him again, and there is no hope of breaking the dust of the two instruments... Let's hurry and escape back to the demon realm!"
However, the young Demon Lord was silent for a long time, and when he turned to look at him again, his face was as calm as water.
Huo Qiao said in a very ordinary tone: "Besides him, there is another person who can break the formation, right?"
Qing Heng was stunned.
"If you can leave with everyone, it must be another bloody storm, remember to take care."
When he opened his mouth, he raised his eyes and looked at the lonely moon in the sky. He seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned his head to meet the tall and strong man beside him.
A gust of wind picked up.
Huo Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips, straightened his back, and tidied up his clothes that were slightly messy due to the wind and sand: "It looks like... I'm not so embarrassed as a monarch, right? Qingheng."
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On the other side, the melee center.
Ning Ning successfully escaped from the sea of consciousness. After some consideration, he has roughly figured out the current situation.
The demons want to make Pei Ji enter the demon sacrificial formation, but now that the demonic energy has dissipated, their plan has no doubt been in vain, and they should have no power to return to the sky.
As for the "system" placed in her mind, that is, the original owner of this body, "Ning Ning"...
It stands to reason that the circle of cause and effect has been closed since she found the secret book that records the backtracking of time and space, forming a mortal situation.
However, after so long since then, the original owner did not choose to kill her, probably not out of kindness, but had to save her life first.
The other party wanted to pass all the cause and effect of mortal death on her, in order to let Ning Ning bear the doomed calamity for her.
That is to say, the system had sworn to intimidate her before that she would be executed on the spot if she didn't complete the task, which is definitely not the case.
Once she, the ghost for the dead, dies early, "Ning Ning" will occupy this body before the calamity comes. When there is no shield, she will also be unable to escape the fate of death.
So for the time being, the other party will choose to keep her life.
— But what could she do with such a short interval
Ning Ning didn't know, and couldn't think of it.
The reason why she didn't perish with the system at that time was because she knew the plan of the magic cultivator and wanted to use her death to induce Pei Ji into the devil. In order to stop this conspiracy, she hurriedly came here.
As for now...
The original owner has been reincarnated for thousands of times without breaking the deadlock, how can she survive such a fate.
Perhaps ending this reincarnation with self-termination is her best choice now.
This thought flashed across his mind, and Ning Ning subconsciously clenched the star-marked sword.
In a trance, I suddenly noticed that the blade wind was like thunder not far away, mixed with heavy explosions, and hit her directly.
—It was the demon man named "Qingheng".
Qingheng's strength is not weak, if she hadn't been attacked by her before, he would definitely not have fallen so easily.
A long knife was slashed by him fiercely and powerfully, severing the water and the moonlight and the continuous yellow sand.
Following his movements, the rest of the remaining demon cultivators were also dispatched, presenting a siege from all directions, surrounding everyone.
It's not like an attack, it's more like blocking their way forward.
Ning Ning couldn't dodge in time, and was about to draw his sword, but saw Pei Ji bully him, and in an instant, he took this powerful blow for her.
The moment the long sword and the long knife collided, there was an extremely harsh long buzzing sound.
"No... not right."
The system that had been silent for a long time actually made a sound at this moment. The same voice as Ning Ning was shaking violently, and it was almost hysterical roaring to tell her: "Quickly break through the encirclement and suppression! This group of demon cultivators just want to hold you back, Huo Qiao him!"
It's a pity that this sentence was not finished.
The magic cultivators came one after another as if they were dying. Pei Ji protected her behind her, but she still had residual magic energy on her body, and the blood overflowing from her eyes and the enemy was scarlet.
There was the clear sound of swords colliding in my ears, and they rose up one after another, as if there was no time to stop.
Unprepared, in the deeper part of the desert, a deafening huge explosion suddenly hit.
Ning Ning heard the bloody aura so thick that it couldn't be swept away, and the rapidly expanding sound of the wind seemed like a sharp wailing, completely covering the voice in her mind.
- Immediately, the demonic energy seemed to blow out, but in an instant, it took the form of an abyss beast with a huge mouth, engulfing the entire desert.
Suffered from torture, thousands of arrows pierced through the heart, and sacrificed to the formation with his body.
Someone did it.
The system stopped and made no sound.
"How is this going?"
Tian Xianzi blocked a sword strike, turned his head quickly, and looked at Wen Hemian under the sand dunes: "Senior brother! This demonic energy, the dust of Liangyi—"
Wen Hemian naturally guessed what was going on, and said with a voice transmission: "Someone tried to break the formation, and the breath in the Demon Domain has seeped out from the crack... We must go to the source of the Demon Qi immediately."
Besides Pei Ji, who else has such a strong devilish energy? According to the current state of the demon clan, could it be the lord of the clan
How crazy!
Tian Xianzi gritted his teeth secretly, repelled a demon cultivator in front of him, and said loudly, "He Zhizhou, help me!"
He Zhizhou saw the tide of demonic energy, and knew that the situation was wrong. He quickly understood the intention of his uncle, and quickly stepped forward to block the attack on his side.
The two-meter dust formation was built by the spiritual power of countless decent cultivators. Although one person's demonic energy alone could not completely break it, as long as the gap was large enough, it might lead to terrifying monsters from the Demon Realm.
Tian Xianzi pursed his lips and frowned, not even thinking of smiling bitterly.
And he has already smelled the breath of those monsters.
…belonging to the breath of the Demon God.
Tian Xianzi and Wen Hemian immediately rushed to the dust of Liangyi, Lin Xun guarded Wen Hemian's side, and then advanced into the depths of the desert; He Zhizhou cut off the three of them and did not let the demon cultivator follow him.
There are not many remaining demon cultivators left, but as the demonic energy becomes more and more violent, the demonic energy in their bodies skyrockets, and their strength has increased by nearly two realms compared to the beginning.
"Are those two your masters? It's too late. Even if they rush now, the outcome will not change."
Qing Heng was defeated by Pei Ji, and his body was bruised and bruised under the long sword, and was repelled a few steps away by a sword qi.
He didn't care about it, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he attacked again together with several other demon cultivators.
The moment they came out of the Demon Realm, they were ready to die the moment they bumped into the righteous monk.
In this fierce battle tonight, only one side is destined to survive.
This is a sacrifice that must be made for the freedom of more people.
"Having said that... But before the lord leaves, let me bring you a message."
Qing Heng said for a while, with a smile on his blood-stained face, his eyes skipped Pei Ji and came to Ning Ning: "He saw some clues about the curse on the girl. The lord called you respectable. If you win this battle, you may be able to use the method he provided."
Ning Ning froze.
"Curse?"
He Zhizhou was stunned: "What curse?"
Qing Heng ignored him: "This spell should be a long-lost 'substitute' in rumors. Evil causes bear evil results. Since you are bearing the evil causes of others, if you want to change that mortal effect, you must find There must be enough blessings to reverse cause and effect.”
There was still a demon cultivator attacking beside him, Ning Ning waved the star-marked sword in his hand, and listened carefully to what he continued to say: "Fortune and misfortune are balanced, and we can escape from the dead end."
Good luck and bad luck.
But her death is coming, how can she get so many blessings. Ning Ning nodded and kept fighting back: "Thank you."
"Thank me for what? I don't want to have anything to do with you."
The man laughed for some reason: "You should thank our lord, he's a weirdo, he doesn't know what he's thinking about all day long, and a bad guy who hasn't experienced war is always worrying."
He said for a while, the long knife in his hand facing He Zhizhou's sword, and his expression was slightly savage: "But how can you live? When the big battle is broken, the devil is born, and the world can only be the domain of the devil."
He Zhizhou went crazy when he heard it: "What is the dead end? Ning Ning, please explain to me clearly, what the hell is going on!"
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The more you go in, the darker the moonlight will be. When you approach the barrier of the formation, you can't see your fingers all around, and it's so dark that you can't see the slightest light.
Lin Xun smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. With the extraordinary senses of a cultivator and the white sword light reflected by Tian Xianzi, he caught a glimpse of a pool of dark red flesh in his field of vision.
Tian Xianzi raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Don't look."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Wen Hemian's low voice: "Hold your breath, watch out for the northwest direction."
Lin Xun looked up, and under the sword light, the barrier of the two-meter dust formation was reflected in a white light, like an arched rainbow bridge rising from the ground.
A crack visible to the naked eye is like a broken mirror, and it is trembling and spreading around, and from the crack —
Lin Xun held his breath, his eyes widened in horror for a while.
It was a huge palm made of lava and rocks. Looking back along the arm, after the formation, you could see the huge body of the giant like a mountain.
It only stretched out one arm, and the coercion and magical energy it radiated was so strong that it was suffocating, and the surrounding air was scorching hot like flames.
This was a power far beyond his imagination, and Lin Xun couldn't help shaking his body.
"The devil's breath is deep here, and there may be more than one devil who wakes up."
Tianxianzi entered the secret through voice transmission: "We must solve it as soon as possible before it breaks free from the formation, and then re-seal the two-meter dust. Otherwise, when the cracks get bigger and bigger, the other ones will also rush out... Everything will be complete. Hopeless."
Lin Xun looked at him in disbelief.
There are three of them now.
He, Jin Dan, a young disciple with no sense of existence, shivered at the sight of the devil.
Elder Wen, the sea of knowledge was destroyed. Although he recovered some spiritual power after recuperation, to be honest, his strength is probably not as good as his golden dick.
What's more, Elder Wen hadn't touched a sword for many years. Although he also joined the fight before, he used the magic formula.
The only one who can fight is Tian Xianzi.
"But you, I..."
Lin Xun hesitated, Tian Xianzi laughed loudly, and patted him on the shoulder: "See that gap? I'll give you a few top-quality Spirit Gathering Pills later, and when I defeat that ugly guy, you'll use it all up. Spiritual power, fill that crack."
He was even more dumbfounded: "Master, are you going to deal with it?"
Lin Xun didn't forget about Elder Jueming.
That elder's cultivation level was no lower than Tian Xianzi, but he had to exchange his life for his life in the face of the devil. When they found him, only a pale skeleton was left behind.
Encountering such a terrifying power, no matter who it is, it is doomed to be unable to survive.
"Who am I? The number one sword cultivator in the world is definitely not bragging."
Seeing that the monster protruded more and more bodies, Tian Xianzi swung his sword to block the next fire attack, handed the Spirit Gathering Pill to Lin Xun, and grinned: "You didn't always want to see it, it's your teacher. How to kill demons?"
He said for a while, the open smile in his eyes subsided a little, and his tone could be called "gentle".
Elder Tianxian has always been condescending, and has never shown such tenderness.
"Lin Xun."
He whispered, "Whatever happens... you're brave enough, right?"
Lin Xun didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
But after a little stunned, he saw a white shadow flashing in front of him. The youth's figure has disappeared, and only a grinning voice was carried by the wind: "You are optimistic!"
The first demon god has already entered the world, leaving only a small body still in the demon domain.
It must be resolved as soon as possible before it breaks free from the formation.
Lin Xun couldn't see the cold sword breath rising from the bottom of his eyes when the white-robed Jianxiu turned around.
Not to mention, the young man who was always smiling gave a cold snort, and the strong smile finally slowly faded away, replaced by the curvature of the corners of his mouth as straight as a blade.
Tian Xianzi was not unaware of his own strength.
Cassia died in the war, how could he have the upper hand when he met the devil.
The giant formed by the flames sensed the sword energy and let out an earth-shattering roar. The arms were wrapped in heavy flames and waved, and in an instant, sparks danced wildly everywhere, bright as day.
The raging flames gathered and dispersed, the surrounding sand and rocks trembled, and the sand dunes trembled, and several demonic breaths rushed in. Tian Xianzi silently recited the sword art and cut them off one by one.
"Master, what should we do?"
Lin Xun saw Tian Xianzi's passivity, but his cultivation was weak, so he couldn't help the master at all, so he could only hold the Spirit Gathering Pill in vain.
Wen Hemian's throat moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Another evil fire attacked, and Tian Xianzi was repelled several feet away, swallowing the rich blood in his mouth.
Cassia is a tough guy.
At that time, he, Tian Xianzi, Zhen Xiao and Wen Hemian often practiced swordsmanship together. Sometimes when asked why they practiced swordsmanship, Jue Ming replied solemnly: "It is a sword to slay demons and bless the world."
Tian Xianzi thought, "Cut, old fashioned."
His ambitions were quite different from that man.
There was a flash of sword light, and the young man in white standing in the fire held his breath, and his pupils were illuminated by the fire.
How about the devil.
The fighting spirit rose up, Tian Xianzi gathered the strength of his whole body and jumped straight up into the sky. When the long sword was swung, it caused Ji Guang to suddenly tilt, forcing the evil fire layer by layer.
Bai Yi went straight ahead and rushed towards the monster that was billowing with lava.
"how about you?"
Jue Ming was not convinced, and asked him with a straight face: "Why do you want to practice kendo?"
The young man of that day held the sword in his arms and laughed loudly: "Since I am named 'Tianxianzi', then I will become the number one swordsman in the world!"
No matter what kind of devil he is, no matter what kind of destiny he is.
He is number one in the world—
Not for nothing!
The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the fire is surging.
The two great powers collided with each other, and the fire shards of the demon fell wildly, wailing loudly; Tian Xianzi's face was pale, and the sword qi in his hand gradually deepened.
Spiritual power is overloaded.
He felt the excruciating pain of a muscle about to rupture.
It was his last, all-out blow.
It is also the last lesson that can be taught to disciples.
It's a pity, I'm really reluctant to think about it.
He liked his dilapidated and empty house in Xuanxu Sword Sect. Back then, he was so poor that he almost sold the house. The elders in the sect cried and scrambled, and saved a lot of spirit stones for him.
He also likes the swordsmanship that he has been pursuing for a long time. The two fighting madmen, Zhen Xiao and He Xiaochen, always like to drag him into fights, and the reward is shiny spiritual stones.
Is he the kind of person who sells his body for money
he is.
It was only then that he thought in a trance that what he was more reluctant to bear than kendo was the group of little rookies under the door.
I really want to teach them swordsmanship for a lifetime.
There are so many people and things in the world that are reluctant to give up, and what kind of mood did the old antique of Ju Ming wield that sword.
Between the stalemate between the two forces, the hand holding the sword already oozes unstoppable blood.
Tian Xianzi pressed down a little bit with the strength in his hand, and in his increasingly blurred mind, he suddenly noticed an unexpected wind.
It was not the biting gale in the desert, nor the scorching scorching wind drawn by the devil, but another, purer and gentler...
Sword Qi.
It was actually Wen Hemian's sword energy.
He has been self-deprecating and decadent for many years, and vowed not to set foot in kendo again. This time he came to the desert without carrying a sword with him.
Tian Xianzi suddenly bowed his head and saw the white clothes of the young man beside him lifted by the wind, and a ray of snow-white sword light.
He recognized at a glance that it was a long-lost famous sword belonging to Cassia.
Punish evil.
"I'll take the Spirit Gathering Pill and forcefully open the sea of consciousness. At most, I can help you with two strikes."
Wen Hemian gently brushed away the old dust from the long sword, not paying attention to the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth: "I haven't fought side by side for many years... old friend."
The last three words are facing the junior brother in front of him, or the person who has passed away for many years.
Tian Xianzi, Wen Hemian, Cassia.
After a lapse of several years, the three major sword cultivators who were once amazing and brilliant finally reunited at this moment.
Things are not people.
The sword is still there.
At the same time, in the faraway crape myrtle realm, the sword spirit, who had been waiting alone for thousands of years, suddenly raised his head, and there was a hint of clarity in his turbid eyes.
That unsheathed sword breath, she remembered.
The dusty memories for many years surged up, and at that moment, she remembered her name and the person who once fought alongside her.
her name is-
"Zhu... evil."