The Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 103: Co-ownership of both realms (32)

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On a fine day, the letter of challenge from Mo Shang arrived as promised.

In a teasing and relaxed tone, he described this deadly fight as a long-lost sparring match, as relaxing and pleasant as a spring outing.

In order to prevent Mo Shang from doing anything, Lu Ya checked the news first. As a result, he almost tore up the spiritual paper in Yunmo Pavilion.

"Is this a provocation?!"

When Lu Ya was protecting Lu Zhiling, he looked most like a young monk, and his eyebrows also bore some resemblance to Zhu Sheng, the cheap brother.

He quickly threw a dagger out, and it was nailed deep into the wall, almost grazing the cheek of a demon cultivator who walked in.

The demon cultivator was not surprised at all by this "sneak attack", and his black eyes held a similar indifference to Lu Ya.

Lu Yao instructed the demon cultivator without looking back: "Where are the people who were sent out before? Did they bring back any good news?"

This is why Lu Ya became more and more angry after reading the news about Mo Shang. Mo Shang's relaxed tone made it seem as if the demon cultivators he sent for advice were all cowards and couldn't get into his eyes like flies.

The demon cultivator lowered his head and said: "...I'm sorry. There are no more people in the sect who can be sent out. Now all the sects are investigating the existence of the living dead. Xuanwu Sect is slightly better, but there are several sects with sincerity. As a condition of obeying and submitting to our sect, we hope that we will send personnel to conduct screening."

"Tsk, those old foxes..." A trace of displeasure flashed across Lu Ya's eyes.

Although the Xuanwu Sect's plan to defeat the Demon Sect Alliance had a great impact, the consequences of Mo Shang's exposure of his identity... not even the Lord's return could completely suppress it.

All the idiots with exposed ambitions in the Demon Sect have been eradicated, but there are still old foxes and wallflowers who are watching.

They verbally said that they would submit to the Xuanwu Sect, and once the back-footing was over, they could push the Xuanwu Sect to demonstrate its great sect style and righteousness.

To put it bluntly, I just want Xuanwu Sect to do white work, so that they can spend less manpower and energy.

This is why Lin Xuan did such a stupid thing, but the Lord asked him to stay and use his merits to overcome it...

Land Crow murmured. If only he could help the Lord in this regard too—

It's a pity that Lu Ya is an extremely qualified sharp blade, with the power to split mountains and cut rocks. In terms of fighting against the old foxes, it still lacks a bit of temperament.

But... these old charlatans aside, Luyao is serious about the future.

Only monks who have personally experienced the power of these living dead can feel the impending rain. Even if the existence of the living dead is spread throughout the city, people who have never experienced it will still only think "that's it".

They don't know the horror of the living dead.

Lu Ya once again ordered: "No matter who sneers at this, we in Xuanwu Sect must be vigilant to everyone who appears around us..."

"If necessary, we can even use flesh and blood to lure us. The living dead may have been mixed in everywhere, waiting for the moment we relax and take advantage of it!"

"They may be relatives who depend on you, or they may be people you look down upon. Remember, don't trust anyone—"

At a closed immortal banquet, the monks had a great time.

Li Huan was a young monk who came in with an invitation from a relative. He was dazzled by the table full of spiritual fruits and delicacies. He was sitting alone, holding a jade cup and sipping the spiritual wine. His spiritual energy filled his belly, and a vague feeling of drunkenness came to his mind.

What a luxury... He thought drowsily, leaning on his arm and continuing to drink, half drunk and half awake.

"He fell asleep?"

"Sleep."

"Then it's time for us to eat."

Li Huan responded softly, thinking in his chaotic mind what they were communicating? Could it be that all the spiritual food he ate were just appetizers before a big meal, and the real delicacies were yet to come -

The next moment, his body was scratched, his spiritual energy was devoured, and even his flesh and blood seemed to have become the bed of something else under the greedy gnawing of the guests...

"ah… "

Li Huan gave a short cry, and his mouth no longer belonged to him. Naturally, his drunkenness completely subsided with this sudden and terrifying nightmare.

He was pulled, but instead of being pulled into a gentle land by a beautiful fairy, he became a living delicacy on their dinner plate.

Li Huan was torn apart by the pain in his body. He couldn't understand or imagine that this was actually a man-eating cave! Don't his relatives know the situation in this devil's cave? Why did he let himself come here? ! !

But he endured the great pain of being eaten and devoured. When his eyes fell on the guests who regarded him as a feast, Li Huan's eyes were swallowed up by boundless gloom and regret.

The relatives that Li Huan had envied and looked up to were just one of them lying on his body to enjoy!

Everyone you see are people with the same gray-white skin... the same righteous monks who are full of lust for flesh and blood...

Except for Li Huan, no one was alive here. This place had long become a den of the living dead in the demon world.

After a long time, Li Huan's body slowly got up. He groped around on his body covered with minced meat, brought the fresh blood to his lips and licked it, making a hungry cry: "Hungry..."

In a demon cultivator's cave.

The monster-looking carpenter crossed his legs and judged disdainfully: "Then Lu Ya from the Xuanwu Sect told us to be careful of the living dead again?"

The big demon cultivator sitting next to him was Shi Ying, the carpenter's sworn brother. Shi Ying scratched his head naively and responded slowly: "Yes..."

The carpenter squinted his eyes and wiped his nails that were too long: "If you say you should be careful, people close to you may become murderers at any time... Where did you get such alarmist news? You are indeed a little kid."

"I think it's a lie to be on guard against the living dead, but the real idea is to take the opportunity to kill the demon cultivators who are dissatisfied with Xuanwu Sect. After all, if a person dies, they can blame it on the living dead, so that Xuanwu Sect can eliminate dissidents. !" The wood merchant analyzed it clearly, "Besides, if there is something wrong with someone close to you, how can you not detect any clues? The senses of monks are not as dull as ordinary people!"

"You think so? Brother Shi—"

Quartz said slowly: "Yes..."

As soon as his words fell, he suddenly changed his tone and said in a long voice: "... No."

In the horrified eyes of the wood merchant, he, the honest demon cultivator, split his lips and exposed his teeth like a wild beast and bit his neck, his weak spot!

"Uh... you?!"

"Quartz" showed a weird smile and shook his head stiffly: "I don't like the name of the living dead. I am a person from the demon world who will eventually be resurrected!"

On the first day of the duel between Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, the figure of the living dead was completely torn away from the fig leaf and exposed in front of everyone!

The number of resentful souls that came out of the demon world was not that large, but the people they killed were all left with a batch of empty shells without exception.

Some of the powerful empty shells are occupied by the resentful souls. They can eat, clothe, and live like ordinary people, but the remaining empty shells that lack "souls" cannot be covered up.

They are unconscious and manipulative puppets. He is not afraid of being buried in fire and earth, and can even absorb the spiritual power and demonic energy of the monks for his own use.

What's worse is that some resentful spirits have set their sights on mortals in the mortal world, turning them into an army of the living dead in large numbers...!

What's more, just by turning the emperor of the mortal world into a living dead, he used decrees and other measures to arouse the hatred of the monks in the mortal world.

Some ignorant people in the secular world, driven by this force, began to look for people with spiritual roots, demonic roots and other spiritual talents, and strangled them in the cradle, in order to cut off the inheritance of monks!

The monks who are close to the Heavenly Dao have seen the scene of thunder and thunder for several days in a row. This is the Heavenly Dao foretelling and warning them.

Why do both the righteous path and the demonic path set up branch sects in the mortal world, and are there only a few who wantonly slaughter mortals

Because the mortal world is the foundation of the immortal world, they must maintain this silent balance.

but…

Li Luoqiong and Luo Zhifeng stared at the increasingly sharp and translucent sword hovering in the sword quenching pool, as if talking to themselves.

"But the resentful souls from the demon world don't seem to understand what the root is and what the origin is. They have a unified understanding. After devouring enough flesh and blood, they can be resurrected naturally. If they really succeed, they will eat until the end. They will just turn into ashes and die with a clang."

"Compared to resurrection... this is more like a sacrificial ceremony. The resentful soul is a ready-made tool man, working tirelessly towards the goal. In the end, it can only make wedding clothes for others-"

Luo Zhifeng continued: "This looks very much like the blood-sucking insect clinging to the system. Has Soaring Snake made any deal with the system?"

Luo Zhifeng guessed that Teng She had made some kind of deal with the system. This deal might be traced back to the time when the demon world had not yet fallen...

Its body was exhausted and it was facing its end. Soaring Snake was definitely not willing to see such a thing happen, so it was natural for him to hit it off with the system.

The fall of the demon world and the demise and disappearance of the ferocious beasts may all have something to do with Soaring Snake making this deal.

Compared to Teng She's ruthless and calculating behavior, including his own homeland, Luo Zhifeng, who only desires a powerful master, is simply stupid.

Luo Zhifeng clarified his thoughts and was probably sure that this was something that was absolutely necessary.

Li Luoqiong listened to Luo Zhifeng's muttering to himself, and after a while she slowly said: "...I don't understand."

"Do you need me to tell you about it?" Luo Zhifeng was happy to be at ease, well... it was his one-third clone who was at ease.

Speeding up the pace means that all his actions have become much more radical than before. In order to solve certain problems in one fell swoop, a lot of planning needs to be done.

"No need," Li Luoqiong thought for a while and shook her head stubbornly, "I will figure it out myself."

The sword cultivator knew that Luo Zhifeng carried many secrets, but he did not want to be told directly in this way.

He wanted to explore on his own. After that, they would be considered equal existences standing on the same level -

Yes, Li Luoqiong is obsessed with swords, but it doesn't mean that he is cutely stupid and cannot discern a certain sense of alienation in Luo Zhifeng.

This is... a person from outside the world.

"Okay." Luo Zhifeng smiled slightly, this was his last free time.

The day of the duel between Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling.

Monks with low cultivation level are not qualified to approach this place. They may not be able to withstand the collision of energy, not to mention that they have no time to participate.

More demon cultivators came, and there were only a few righteous cultivators present.

A circle of demonic cultivators surrounded the few righteous cultivators, their eyes were shining brightly, and they were ready to attack at any time like hungry wolves hunting for prey. They also clicked their tongues from time to time, as if they were about to eat melon seeds. of…

The young leader of the Lingxian Sect, Bai Yue, stood in the circle of gazes of the demon cultivators. He couldn't help but frown and frown.

This attention gift... is too much.

Some demon cultivators hated Mo Shang to the core.

There are also some demon cultivators, what should I say? They thought Mo Shang was interesting.

This started with the bet about the battle. Mo Shang offered to hand over the rights of the demon world to the devil if he lost. This was one of the reasons why the duel was so formal.

And if he wins, what conditions should the Magic Party pay? This has become a more difficult question.

It is impossible to give up the position of the leader of Xuanwu Sect, right? Even if Lu Zhiling himself was willing, it was impossible for the demonic side to agree.

Under the current situation, Xuanwu Sect has become the definite leader in the magic path, and it is unlikely that another organization will emerge to keep pace with it in a short time.

When the Demonic side was struggling repeatedly, Mo Shang, the opposing side, put forward a condition that was acceptable to this side.

The young man's immortal appearance seemed to be covered with a layer of mist in the sunshine. He pursed his lips lightly, held a bunch of tea, and smiled nonchalantly: "Conditions? Why do I need to be so embarrassed? If I win , I will punish you...call me number one in the world."

At that time, the righteous monk, who was trying to negotiate with his eyes widened, almost sat down.

The demon cultivators were even more stunned, and some people quacked stupidly: "Gah, are you guys that easy?"

Corresponding to the control of the demon world... is the title of No. 1 in the world? Zhengdao wanted to ask Mo Shang to think about it carefully, how could he be so perfunctory

As a result, the young man just smiled at the righteous monk beside him and casually said to her: "Then you will be included?"

This means that both the righteous path and the demonic path should give him the title of No. 1 in the world.

The righteous monks were greatly troubled by Mo Shang's casual and gentle way of handling it. When he sent the news back, the young sect leader Bai Yue also pressed his eyebrows hard. He felt that he was getting old before he got old, and he might wake up one day and his hair would start to fade. It fell all over the floor.

He sighed and agreed to Mo Shang's reasonable but unreasonable request: "If he is willing, so be it."

Bai Yue was accommodating the destined person predicted by the old sect leader, but this was definitely not convincing, not even trusting.

They don't realize what this simple promise means.

They couldn't imagine it, but Luo Zhifeng held everything in the palm of his hand.

"Here we come -" The onlookers' demon cultivators averted their eyes, and Moxi made way for Lu Zhiling, who arrived on time.

Lu Zhoubai was also present. Their sect didn't think this fool could be of any use, not to mention that he was still being protected by Mo Shang, so they just let him come here.

Coincidentally, Xiao Xuanqing was also here. As soon as he saw an acquaintance, Lu Zhoubai happily went over to recognize him. For example, when he saw Lu Zhiling now, he wanted to go up and say hello.

Xiao Xuanqing blocked Lu Zhoubai and kept secret.

"Don't go there, I'm afraid that person will kill you!"

He was afraid of Lu Zhiling. Although the younger one was fine, and he even seemed to look at Lu Zhoubai a little differently, but...

Who knows if the adult Lu Zhiling and the child him have two different ideas? Xiao Xuanqing doesn't want to gamble, so Lu Zhoubai shouldn't gamble and save his life.

Lu Zhoubai was stopped and did not continue any other actions. He looked at Mo Shang, pointed at him, and said to Xiao Xuanqing: "He is a good person."

Xiao Xuan nodded lightly: "Yes, he is from our side."

Then... Lu Zhoubai poked his finger in grievance and raised his eyes in Lu Zhiling's direction. Then he was also a good person. He pointed at Lu Zhiling in his mind.

Aren't they all similar

Xiao Xuanqing was dragged by Lu Zhoubai in a daze, missing the possibility of knowing the truth in advance.

Tragic, really miserable.

Lu Zhiling's appearance at this time was in line with the aesthetics of the devil. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, and the red lines on his pure black collar were looming. Weird and beautiful, the red and black are superimposed, carrying the power that seems to induce death and suffocation.

Lu Zhiling took his sword. This sword was also blood red with a black bent jade-like inscription on it. The blade was so red that it looked like it had been baptized and tempered by the blood of countless people. Against the background of the black bent jade, the blood red The color is like countless unfolded and surrounded silk threads.

It's also like... the blood line that symbolizes human life.

Lu Zhiling was dressed in black, and then Mo Shang was dressed in black, as if the two brothers had made it clear that they wanted to become two conflicting individuals.

Mo Shang now tied up his hair in a ponytail, and the light green hairband was rubbed in his hands, like makeup on a beauty, which somehow made people feel itchy.

He wore a white coat with the usual Tsing Yi lining. It didn't look very solemn, but it also looked more free and casual.

He and Lu Zhiling also seemed to be at the opposite end of the spectrum in terms of temperament, which made onlookers extremely curious. How could two such contradictory people become brothers

Mo Shang smiled slightly and suddenly threw something towards Lu Zhiling -

"Huh!" The onlookers were startled, thinking that Mo Shang had suddenly started a fight.

When Lu Zhiling took it steadily and spread his hands with a complicated expression, they discovered that it was the same green hairband that Mo Shang was wearing, with jade-colored bamboo leaves on it that could be mistaken for real.

"Put it on." Mo Shang said, "This makes me feel like... back to the beginning..."

Lu Zhiling actually didn't refuse. He pulled up his hair and tied the hair tie into his black hair in silence. Those who were interested noticed that he had always worn his hair down to the public, but at this time, the action of tying his hair was as skillful as if he had rehearsed it hundreds of times.

What's more, his movements seemed to be 80% similar to Mo Shang's.

It seems... they used to have a very good friendship. The demon cultivators didn't know Lu Zhiling's past, but they found some clues from these details. They felt very complicated for a while.

Not all demonic cultivators are native-born, and a large part of the demonic cultivators are those who later became demons. Abandoning the past... Cutting off from the past is undoubtedly a painful past that I don't want to recall.

So, when they saw Lu Zhiling's appearance, their hearts sank a little.

They were worried that Lu Zhiling would miss his old friendship, so they deliberately showed mercy, and the expression on his face became a bit ferocious for a while.

The demon cultivator who did not have such a past also had a ferocious expression on his face, and even before the fight started, he felt a bit disgusted and dissatisfied with Lu Zhiling. They had already preconceived the idea that Lu Zhiling would act lightly, or even let him go.

Damn it, isn't that embarrassing their demon cultivators? !

"what's the situation?"

Before the battle even started, tensions arose due to a few subtle exchanges between Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling. The keener righteous monks noticed the abnormalities of some demonic cultivators and leaned back to avoid the dissatisfaction they revealed too clearly.

They were even more confused, what were they doing? Do you want to start fighting among yourself before starting a fight? !

Lu Zhiling tucked a strand of loose black hair behind his ear and said without murderous intent: "Then, let's get started."

Before the last note fell, he took in all the reactions from the demonic side, and a smile that was not noticed by anyone flashed across his eyes.

The most important thing in a drama is to arouse the audience's emotions and make them immersed in the atmosphere created.

But later on... they will see how the people on the stage act, and how the people on the stage move, they are the puppets of the fans.

Lu Zhiling's final note was very soft, so soft that it felt a bit soft. But the people in the audience soon realized that this was all an illusion!

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword couldn't help but show off its edge, like a red stream of light streaking across the sky. It was so fast that people couldn't see the trajectory, and it was already raking diagonally -

"good… "

Mo Shang's voice seemed to be melted into this boundless murderous intention. Once they took action, it was a life-and-death situation!

No one shows mercy, they are fighting and fighting, as if two lone wolves are snatching prey... It makes people's blood boil and their blood surge up just by looking at them.

Huh, huh... For a moment, the only thing that could be heard in the venue was the roar of the wind, the pounding sound of every heart, and the silent killing intent wrapped around the neck!

This sudden desperate fight left an indelible mark in everyone's eyes. At least for a short period of time, they could not forget this feeling that even their souls were trembling, and they could not help but feel a little guilty for the so-called thought of letting go.

They are wrong.

The fight between the two was a life-and-death fight, and no one of them had any intention of showing mercy even to the senior brothers they once got along so well with.

This is a truly... admirable opponent.

A seed was quietly planted in the hearts of the monks.

Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling were fighting faster and faster. They were the most favored men in the world, and even their cultivation levels were higher than most people.

If there were still people who were jealous of their talents before and thought that if they had such talents, they could still soar into the sky... Now, wake up.

They couldn't even see clearly the specific actions of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling's fight. They could only see the afterimages flashing one after another, and then the crazy vibrations of the barriers erected around them. One after another, the monks responsible for repairing and maintaining the barriers were shaking. Like rain, people came out one after another and continued to make countless improvements.

How terrible, how terrible!

Their breaths carry deadly killing intent, and the weak breeze can be used as a new killing weapon at any time. Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling were not only fighting with swords, they were also engaging in a duel of pure strength.

They hit like thunder, leaving everyone with nothing but rapid breathing!

Blood gradually dripped down to the ground, as if splashing out charming blood flowers one after another, stunning and suffocating.

The hearts of the audience were indeed stirred up. They could barely capture the details of the after-image fight, and some even tried to judge who had the upper hand by looking at the movements and expressions of those with high levels of cultivation.

Lu Ya clenched his palms tightly, and his even breathing seemed to disappear from his throat. His dark eyes were fixed in Lu Zhiling's direction, mechanically judging the Lord's current situation.

Someone's bones were broken... One side of the green hairband broke under the strong impact, and a long ink-like hair fell down.

A piece of gorgeous clothing was torn off and mixed in the mud...

Everyone present saw that the spiritual power and demonic energy lingering around Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling who were fighting were no longer as brutal and terrifying as they were at the beginning. Their speed had also slowed down a lot due to their injuries, allowing them to finally see. You have to know what happened during the fight.

However, no one felt relieved.

From the outside, the monks couldn't tell who had the upper hand - Mo Shang had changed his hand to hold the sword, and his right hand was strangely drooped, revealing some damage and dark stains on the inner lining of his green clothes. trace.

Changing sword hands did not seem to have a big impact on him. A young monk tried to learn something from Mo Shang's moves to improve his sword skills, but he soon discovered to his shock that Mo Shang's moves Performing one move after another is just the basic move of swordsmanship.

His moves are not flashy, but simple, as simple as a piece of catkin, but they contain beauty and power that others cannot interpret.

—It’s just one sword... that can break all laws.

Lu Zhiling also seemed to be seriously injured. His lips were soaked in blood, making them even more sinister and gorgeous. The long hair that was tied up has been cut off and spread down again with the green hair tie. From a distance, she looks like a beauty with evil bones. Even her bones have a unique charm that ordinary people can't imitate. She is gorgeous and inaccessible.

His sword is more ethereal and ghostly than Mo Shang's. It is a sharp blade hanging above his head and a poisonous snake ready to strike.

If you touch it, you will feel chilly.

The collision of spiritual power and demonic energy between them was coming to an end, and the two forces were almost exhausted at the same moment.

Everyone who was watching looked at this tragic battle and glanced at their depleted strength. They all thought this - it should be over!

It’s time to end—

No, of course it’s not over yet! The heartstrings of the onlookers were once again forcibly pulled into the waves, ups and downs in the vast ocean.

Neither Mo Shang nor Lu Zhiling stopped fighting. They seemed to be fighting until they were exhausted and would not stop until one side died. When the spiritual power and demonic energy are gone, there are still knives and swords. When the knives and swords are broken, there is still a body left -

The fresh blood seemed to reflect the eyeballs of every monk who was watching, painting their sight into a blood-colored picture, making their hearts restless, and the hot blood in their hearts seemed to burst out heartily!

They looked at the several photographic stones nearby that were used to record the battle, and saw distorted light and shadow, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

How...terrible. !

A righteous monk was frightened when he saw it. He shouted in a hoarse voice to the young sect leader Bai Yue who was holding his palm: "Sect Master, let them stop!"

He looked at Bai Yue with expectant eyes. Bai Yue should be the only one on Zhengdao's side who was qualified to stop him.

Bai Yue's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and his fair face was stained with hot red. He was sweating profusely in an instant... His spiritual power dried up for a while, but it happened again.

He forcibly held back his breathing, only to realize that he had unknowingly pinched the palm of his hand and drew a faint trace of blood.

He had been receiving an elite education from the next sect leader and had definitely participated in a lot of actual battles, but this was the first time he encountered such a... life-and-death battle.

Bai Yue looked at the stage. The barrier had become shaky, but there was no need for it because the spiritual power and demonic energy of the people on the stage had been exhausted.

He knew that if things continued like this, it would probably end with the death of one party. This was an outcome that he, as the first sect leader of the Righteous Sect and a possible future leader, could not accept.

It's time for Bai Yue to stop it, even if it's unpleasant...

However, at the request of the righteous monk, Bai Yue took a deep breath: "Wait, wait."

"This is... their fight."

He has no right to interfere!

Before this battle, Bai Yue was wary of Lu Zhiling and even Mo Shang, but after this, even he didn't know... he felt a little awe in his heart.

It’s just a little bit, but it’s enough to take root and sprout and grow into a towering tree later—this is just the beginning.

Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling were both unable to hold on any longer. Just when all the onlookers thought that they would both fall down after this blow, Mo Shang suddenly made a sudden movement.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and a mark like a thorn entanglement appeared on the back of his hand. At this moment, Lu Zhiling's eyes suddenly froze, showing a strange blankness.

Many demonic cultivators present, including some righteous monks present, all heard the hum coming from deep within their souls at the same moment.

"Go home... go home..."

"Homeland..."

This is the homeland of the people of the Demon World. This is the Demon World that has been re-excavated from history.

The monks who were lucky enough to go to the Linghai and come back alive reacted in a brief daze: "This is the Linghai... Bah, the power of the demon world!"

"This is how it pulled us into a very real illusion!"

When they saw Lu Zhiling's appearance, they knew that he was immersed in a fantasy. In the void, several short and rapid page-turning scenes suddenly appeared.

With sharp eyes, he saw Mo Shang, Lu Zhiling in their teenage years, and a man whose face could not be seen clearly.

In the first few intermittent scenes, Lu Zhiling wore a smile similar to Mo Shang's and tied his hair with a green hairband. The man drank wine and sat aside with his legs crossed to watch.

And then...

The ground was stained with blood, and the man whose face could not be seen was wearing a gorgeous skirt. He held Lu Zhiling's hand and let the knife in his hand stab into his chest.

Mo Shang hid aside and saw all this, his expression full of panic.

After that, Lu Zhiling fell into the devil. Mo Shang, with a cyan hairband wrapped around his fingers, grabbed the silver sword blade and let it leave blood marks on his palm that were deep enough to see the bones.

Finally, Mo Shang, who had grown into a young man, came face to face with Lu Zhiling, his slightly opened mouth seemed to say: "Long time no see..."

This is…

So that's it... The reason why Lu Zhiling is so proficient in tying hair is because he has tied Mo Shang's hair countless times before they turned against each other.

The monks who were watching had the illusion of dancing on the tip of a knife. The fiery emotions depicted in those clips silently penetrated everyone's heart.

Mo Xiu rubbed his eyes at the time. He understood better... and assembled these pictures into a complete story almost at the same time.

The masters of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling asked Lu Zhiling to kill him himself for some reason.

After that, Mo Shang continued on the right path, while Lu Zhiling fell into the devil's path. Mo Shang was angry, that's why he was so crazy about exchanging injuries for injuries, as if he wanted to fight Lu Zhiling to the death. But he also knew that Lu Zhiling was not to blame for his master's death, and he could not forget the friendship he had had...

This creates such a contradictory and conflicting individual.

No wonder... no wonder.

Lu Zhiling only stayed in the illusion for a moment, and it took him only a few seconds to break free, but these few seconds were enough to change the day, enough to make his defeat a foregone conclusion.

A sword was silently placed on his neck. Mo Shang closed his eyes. Blood seeped out from the corners of his lips, dyeing the damaged skirt red: "... Narrow victory... Chengyi."

Lu Zhiling was silent for a long time: "Yes, I lost."

Both of them seemed to have escaped from that excessive state at the same time, drawing an equal sign for this battle.

"That's not fair!" A demon cultivator muttered. They faced Lu Zhiling directly. They didn't know why they didn't want to make as much noise as before, as if they were afraid of disturbing Lu Zhiling, who was half-blooded.

They don't know where this change comes from, but they probably follow their true intentions. After "confirming" this, they no longer dwelled on the matter.

The magic cultivator thinks it’s unfair!

They could see clearly that Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling should be evenly matched, but Mo Shang used the devil's method at the last moment -

Beat their leader with something from their homeland? !

This is not fair!

"There's nothing unfair." The demon cultivator's voice fell into Lu Zhiling's ears. He turned sideways and glanced in the direction of the demon cultivator.

It was at this time that the audience discovered that Lu Zhiling suffered not only internal injuries, but also that his leg bones were shattered. When the demonic energy was exhausted, he obviously could not be well nourished and recovered.

The monk's body was strong, but the pain was still unbearable. However, the two brothers, Lu Zhiling and Mo Shang, seemed to be cut from the same mold.

They are all... silent, possessing extremely strong endurance and ability to endure pain...

Seeing this scene, Lu Ya almost broke one of his canine teeth.

"I..." The demon cultivator was "summoned" by Lu Zhiling. He didn't know why he, who had always been prickly, couldn't feel the slightest resistance at this time. Instead, he stammered.

In front of Lu Zhiling, he couldn't help but become "dumb".

Lu Zhiling said: "The Demon Realm belongs to Mo Shang. It is only natural for him to use him. It is not considered cheating."

The demon cultivator stayed where he was obediently, without saying a word, as if his sense of belonging to the Xuanwu Sect became stronger.

Lu Zhiling turned his head again and said word by word: "We will fulfill our agreement."

"Okay..." Mo Shang slowly showed a weak smile. He didn't chat with Lu Zhiling anymore, nor did he talk about the phantoms of Lu Zhiling's memories that appeared. He turned away just like any stranger. He turned away with his head and limbs a little awkward.

But the moment he turned around, he murmured as misty and elusive as the wind: "Senior brother, you also... haven't thought about the past."

Yu Shi, who had been watching, heard this vague sigh. He didn't know why he didn't do it at this moment. He felt disgusted with Mo Shang who had deceived the entire demonic world and even more severely deceived him.

Maybe it's because... things are unpredictable

Yu Shi also sighed in a complicated manner, receiving strange looks from the demon cultivators around him.

But if he knew in the future that he was here to grieve over what happened to Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, he might not want to become a Buddha on the spot, but come back and give life or death to his sentimental self!

Nothing is ever the same...it's all drama.

Bai Yue saw Mo Shang walking out slowly and nodded to him. The next moment, he ordered the activation of the teleportation circle he had set up early in the morning to teleport them all back to Lingxian Sect.

"Thank you for your hard work," Bai Yue raised a smile, suddenly remembering the promise he made jokingly before, "Well... according to that bet, should I also say to you...?"

"Ah... you are, God..."

Bai Yue's expression was still a bit subtle. He was not convinced by this. Overall, he still had a playful atmosphere.

Mo Shang shook his head and blocked Bai Yue's unspoken words: "No need for the moment."

He raised a very soft smile: "Wait until you truly acknowledge me, then say this again, don't say it jokingly."

Bai Yue suddenly had the idea that his mind was being exposed, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Ah, I'm going to heal my wounds." Mo Shang said this and left Bai Yue without looking back.

When Bai Yue was stunned, he didn't see the corners of Mo Shang's lips raised when he lowered his head, pure and happy... In a place that Bai Yue couldn't sense, part of the demonic energy surged towards Mo Shang's body. , and some of the hesitant demonic energy will be delivered in their recognition of being the best in the world.

There is a very stringent requirement for cultivating the heavenly path in the immortal world, which requires Luo Zhifeng to be recognized by both the righteous path and the demonic path.

Lu Zhiling's identity is recognized by most people in the Demon Realm, and the silent mark Luo Zhifeng left on everyone when he used the Demon Realm... has pushed this recognition process to more than half of the process.

The biggest difference is that Bai Yue, the righteous leader, agrees from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, the script between the two identities of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling was deliberately sketched...the fierce battle between Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, the last-minute counterattack, etc... are all to sow soil on these imprinted seeds.

Luo Zhifeng never does useless work, it has always been this way.