Tonight's killing game on Hengduan Mountain, innumerable preparations were made in the early stage, and it was woven into a large net, which was tight and airtight.
The mountain protection formation was pushed to the extreme. On every road leading to Baopuzong, someone intercepted outsiders, and the guards and duties on the mountain were ten times stricter than before.
These are enough to stop most of the monks coming, but they can't stop the sub-sage who is riding the wind.
"That scholar in the academy, although his realm is high, he is full of ingenuity, but unfortunately he can't even take a sword, it's not a big problem."
"Jiekong Temple has always come to avoid the world, Wuhuang is too indifferent, whoever controls the world, is the Tao or the devil, he doesn't care that much..."
This is what Rong Zhuo said to Yu Shi a long time ago.
The tone of voice is sloppy, but there is a madness in the words that no one pays attention to.
Even so, they still changed the sea of clouds to target the potential enemies of the sub-sage realm, shielding the breath, confusing the secrets, and directing the eyes of the two to Meteor Star Abyss.
If Mr. Zhang Yuan and Master Wuwang were to come, they would also pay a certain price to hold them back as much as possible.
The night was vast, starless and moonless, with dazzling red clouds.
Rong Zhuo's eyes were cold, because although the Zhangyuan had not arrived, his private seal was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, a gap was opened in the sea of blood.
The huge stone seal cast a shadow on the sea of blood, and the vast coercion was overwhelming.
There is Baopuzong's mountain protection formation to communicate the power of heaven and earth, and the stone seal should not come so quickly.
Yu Shi felt something in an instant, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at the young man who came to the top of the mountain.
He frowned and asked, "Are you going to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors?"
His tone was not serious, but he was as coercive as a sword, beheading him.
The corner of the mouth of the questioned youth overflowed with blood.
He didn't block Yu Shi's strike just now, but resisted it with a dull expression.
Rong Zhuo's sleeve robe danced wildly, his hands quickly formed seals, and the sea of blood surged into the sky.
He can break stone seals, it just takes time. But the longer the time, the more variables. Zhou Yuandao had already stood up.
Despite the emergency, Yu Shi softened his expression and said to the youth,
"You shouldn't be involved in this matter. Go down the mountain."
The meaning is very simple, you are not qualified to be here, but you are going down the mountain now, and I will let it go.
For Yu Shi's realm status, this is already the biggest concession he can make, and everyone should accept it with gratitude.
But the young man did not move.
A fishy wind blew from the sea of blood, raising his dark blue robe.
Yu Shi never thought that the biggest variable would be Lin Yuangui.
Just as Jun Yu was in Cangya Mountain, half of Bao Puzong's mountain protection formation was also in the hands of Lin Yuangui.
Lin Yuangui didn't know the killing game tonight, and he wasn't good at divination, but he could guess from Hongyun and Qingguang as far as his realm was.
Even if Yu Shi ordered no one to come to the top of the mountain tonight, and Lin Yuangui wanted to come up, why didn't he dare to stop him, and those elders couldn't stop him.
He came to the mountain, saw the sea of blood, and then weakened the mountain protection formation. There was no hesitation.
Yu Shi is not Lin Yuangui's master, and he has no master-disciple relationship. But Lin Yuangui was of great value to the sect and could not easily die.
At least not this time to die. At least do something for the sect.
"Now that you are very capable, you are going to be a traitor who forgets your ancestors?"
Another fierce sword intent pierced through the chest and abdomen of the young man, blood gurgling.
Lin Yuangui's expression remained the same, neither blocking nor retreating.
He didn't block it not because Yu Shi was a sub-sage, but because the other party was an elder of the division.
There is no retreat because of their own principles.
He has been in seclusion for many years, and he doesn't know why the sect master colluded with the demon cultivator to kill Zhou Yuandao, but he only knew that it was wrong.
No matter how many reasons and considerations there are, wrong is wrong.
Yu Shi looked even colder. He raised his sleeves and was about to throw this unknowable thing down the mountain. But suddenly flew and appeared above the sea of blood.
Because I don't know why, Rong Zhuo suddenly gave up resisting the stone seal, and regardless of Zhou Yuandao, the diameter came to the top of the mountain.
Yu Shi seemed to feel it, and took over the position of the ally.
The mountain protection formation was weakened, and the obstacles on the way up the mountain were also cleared by Lin Yuangui.
That's why when Luo Mingchuan came to the top of the mountain, he didn't waste much effort.
I saw a person standing in front of the mountain road, a magician.
The red clothes flew like fire, suppressing the color of the sea of blood behind him. There is a hint of evil spirit between his brows and eyes, but his posture is sloppy, and he does not show any coercion.
The Daoist face of Zhou Yuan in the sea of blood was like withered, Yu Shi drew his sword, forcing the slow stone seal away.
On the west side of the most inconspicuous mountain top, stood a young man, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, standing still, as tall and straight as loose.
With just one glance, Luo Mingchuan saw the identities of several people and the current situation clearly.
He looked at the killing game, and when his mind changed, Rong Zhuo also looked at him.
But that's really disappointing.
How can such a young man be reincarnated as a Demon Lord, how can he have the temperament to dominate the world? too weak.
Disappointment made people impatient, Rong Zhuo's eyes changed, as if looking at grass mustard ants, he said lightly, "You are not worthy of Tianluo Jiuzhuan."
Luo Mingchuan shook his head, "I disdain it."
Rong Zhuo finally felt something meaningful.
Tianluo Jiuzhuan is the highest cultivation technique pursued by every magic cultivator. It is immortal and immortal, and it is the ultimate power that practitioners can see. Now this ant, who can kill it with one hand, is disdainful.
He smiled, strange and cold, "Why don't you give it to me."
This sentence is not negotiating.
As soon as the voice fell, a wisp of scarlet smoke drifted away.
A sea of corpses and blood appeared in front of Luo Mingchuan's eyes.
The sea of blood is in his sea of knowledge.
It's like being forcibly pulled into a meditation state by Liaoguan, this is the supernatural power of the top powerhouses. Rong Zhuo's spiritual thoughts directly broke through his sea of consciousness.
Compared with Yu Zhanmei, Rong Zhuo wanted Tianluo Jiuzhuan more.
Cold killing intent, tyrannical anger, silent death intent, resentment, unwillingness, desolation... All the pain and struggle in the world are in this sea of blood, drowning all kindness and beauty.
Enough to evoke the deepest fear in the heart.
Luo Mingchuan only felt a sharp stinging pain between his eyebrows and a splitting headache, and then he saw Cang Ya's destruction.
He stood dazedly on the ruined Qinghe Hall. Someone shouted a devil, and when he turned around, he was shocked to realize that the person holding the sword was himself.
The color of blood changed, and the last picture was in Xingshan Temple, where the younger brother died in front of him, and he couldn't do anything.
Luo Mingchuan's face was pale, and the back of his clothes was soaked in cold sweat. The sea of consciousness began to vibrate.
Thick blood wrapped around him, the disgusting smell filled his lungs, and he couldn't breathe. I just felt like I was drowning in this sea of blood.
"Whoa!"
Suddenly, there was a bright sword light, like a bright moon breaking a cloud, splitting the night, slashing on the sea of blood, and raising thousands of waves!
A sword and the moon, thousands of miles of clear light.
Rong Zhuo's eyes turned to the person who drew the sword.
He didn't take this junior in his eyes at first, but now he has the intention to kill.
It was Lin Yuangui who came out with the sword.
He was very silent tonight, because Yu Shi's actions broke his previous cognition. The eight characters of 'Shudian Wangzong' and 'betrayal of the teacher' were still pressed on him.
It's just that he doesn't understand, 'Seeing plain and simple, less selfish and few desires. 'Isn't this the teaching passed down by the founder of the mountain? Why did you become a traitor yourself
But he knew that he couldn't draw a sword against the elders of the division, but he could draw a sword against the demons.
He carried two sword qi from the rest of his life, hurting his lungs. Now this sword has been gaining momentum for a long time, and his true essence has been exhausted. He understands that facing Rong Zhuo, he only has enough to make a sword, and there is only one chance.
Rong Zhuo's sea of blood loosened a little, as thin as a strand of hair. He put away his sloppy smile and raised his hand to point at the young man with the sword.
But suddenly met a pair of eyes.
Dark as night, as deep as abyss.
It was Luo Mingchuan who had broken through.
In an instant, the sea of blood went against the tide and Rong Zhuo fell into darkness. Just like the ancient and pure darkness before the enlightenment of heaven and earth.
It is the bottom of the meteorite.
Rong Zhuo felt incredible that he was actually pulled into the country by the other party.
Endless monsters poured out and began to bite his flesh. He was painless and felt a little bit of excitement, is this the Tianluo Jiuzhuan? Is this the reincarnation of the Demon Lord
The stone seal shattered in Yu Shi's sword energy, and the debris was as fine as powder, hovering in the air.
Yu Shi suddenly noticed that the top of the mountain had changed, and wanted to get out, but his figure froze for a moment.
Someone came from the sea of blood, led by E Guanbo, and the long gown was unfurled.
It's Mr. Zhang Yuan.
The gentleman really does not know how to take a sword, and he considers himself a scholar.
Soldiers are ominous, and scholars have no choice but to use them.
Mr. Zhang Yuan supported Zhou Yuandao.
In the past, his combat power was insufficient to fight Yu Shi. But tonight, Yu Shi had consumed too much, and whether it was spirit or sword intent, he was no longer at his peak.
After being seriously injured by Wei Jingfeng, Yu Shi reshaped the meridians with the help of Rong Zhuo and entered the magic way. This kind of vain power cannot withstand consumption the most.
They all understand this fact, so no one takes the shot first. Yu Shi was thinking about the possibility of forming an alliance with the head academy, which would be the higher cost and benefit.
The head court looked at Zhou Yuandao and took out a medicinal pill. Zhou Yuandao shook his head.
What broke the silence and stalemate suddenly were two shouts.
"Brother!"
"Master!"
It was Yin Biyue who called Senior Brother. Among the people on the mountain, he was the first to see the pale Luo Mingchuan.
It was Cheng Tianyu who called Master, and he saw Master covered in blood in the sea of blood at a glance.
Like a Pinghu hitting a stone, the sword qi that was as silent as a sea flashed past and took Yin Biyue directly to the door.
The speed is so fast that it is inevitable. Yin Biyue didn't even have time to draw his sword, and the shadow of death was under his hood.
Mr. Zhang Yuan's figure was faint, and in the blink of an eye he stood in front of Jian Feng. Another stone seal struck against it.
"boom!"
Cracked lines appear on the lithograph.
In the face of opponents that are not far from each other, speed and strength cannot be balanced at all.
Yu Shi shot Yin Biyue, but the target was Mr. Zhang Yuan. He guessed right, the hospital will save Yin Biyue.
The next moment, the smile in his eyes stagnated, because a sword stabbed from behind.
Fast and light, like a flying feather.
At the last moment, his body-protecting true essence swayed towards the edge of the sword, and instead of being penetrated by the heart vein, it was pierced into the shoulder blade.
He did not expect that Zhou Yuandao, who was clearly a dying man, could still use his sword.
With this sudden change, the stone seal of the palm courtyard did not continue to shatter, but flipped in the air, instead forcing Yu Shi back three steps.
The last picture Zhou Yuandao saw was the still childish Cheng Tianyu running towards him with the Feiyu Sword.
It's like seeing my younger self.
He thought of Song Tang and Zhong Shan again.
Remembering that I have seen heaven and earth, fought demons, and taught apprentices in my life, I have nothing to regret.
"Master..."
Zhou Yuandao smiled. He wanted to say, "Let's take a step forward for the teacher, don't worry about it, I'll leave it to you in the future, just wait for the scabbard to hit the palm of your hand", but he lost the strength.
He opened his mouth and only said the word 'good'.