Chapter 131

The righteous path is fond of grandiosity, the righteous path is cumbersome in its actions, and the righteous path is full of shirking and buck-passing.

But it cannot be denied that the righteous path is not yet rotten. Layer-by-layer negotiation and central coordination are still useful. The person responsible for central coordination this time, Jian Bingru, as the leader of Emei this time, naturally is not as unbearable as the Blood God Child said.

Before the Sanqing Mountain cloud ship landed, each family met and surveyed, and they had already figured out the mountain situation of West Kunlun and the defense of the demonic cult.

After all the families arrived, under Jian Bingru's coordination, more than a hundred teams went up the mountain one after another.

Thus, at a certain moment, at the east slope, west slope, and southeast opening, at the mountainside about two to five miles above the ground, magic light and loud noises erupted almost simultaneously.

Visible to the naked eye, in dozens of places, clashes occurred at almost the same time, causing those demonic cult strongholds to be unable to support each other.

Especially on the north side of the east slope and west slope, two interception lines formed by high-realm cultivators were set up, blocking the reinforcements coming from the north.

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Blood Cloud Palace.

"Hong Jiaozhu, the righteous path is coming aggressively this time. I'm afraid the children cannot resist!"

The person outside the hall said worriedly.

The Blood God Child just smiled,

"If a new demonic cult wants to open a sect and stand firm, if it cannot even defend against such probing attacks by the righteous path, then being annihilated is what it deserves."

"Defense should be possible, after all, the Hong Jiaozhu's Blood Shadow Guards haven't been dispatched yet, it's just that I'm afraid the children will suffer heavy losses. These are all years of hard work."

The Blood God Child still didn't care,

"They are just whetstones for each other. Those who can survive will naturally be leaders in the future. As for new disciples, just recruit more. You tell me, does demonic path cultivation go faster, or does righteous path cultivation go faster?

"Besides, do you think those boys have used their full strength yet? Besides that, do you think I have no backup plan?"

The Blood God Child's tone was very relaxed, and under the illumination of the blood cloud, everything on the mountain was reflected in his heart.

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He Si was a person from the Western Sea, a herdsman. He had three older sisters above him and one younger brother below him.

When he was fifteen, the Daoist boy under the Immortal Master wanted to increase taxes again. Their tribe could only flee elsewhere, to the Northern Frontier or the Snow Region, but they couldn't stay in the Western Sea because they really couldn't afford the taxes.

But immortals are immortals. As soon as they ran, the pursuers came immediately. The Daoist boy didn't need to take action himself; the tax team riding tall horses tore their tribe into pieces.

Fleeing for their lives in panic, he and his parents and sisters were separated. The only young brother was tightly held in his arms and had been following him.

They were too young at the time. After escaping with their lives, they wanted to turn back to find the tribe, but they couldn't find it.

They scraped for food in the grass roots for a month. Fortunately, heaven had pity on them. At that time, the water and grass were still lush, and the weather was not that cold.

That day, suddenly a person wearing blood clothes came to them and asked if they were willing to enter the demonic path.

He didn't know what the demonic path was.

That person told him that he could fly to the sky and escape the earth, and could kill those tax teams.

He remembered asking at the time,

"I don't just want to kill the tax team, I also want to kill the Immortal Master on West Kunlun Mountain. After entering the demonic path, can I kill them?"

He remembered that the blood-clothed person laughed very happily. Later, the blood-clothed person became his master.

As for the suffering of practicing demonic arts in a cave after entering the demonic path, he was unwilling to recall even a single bit. Before entering the cave, he couldn't imagine that there was such pain in the world.

He lived like a year, not knowing how much time had passed, until yesterday, when his master suddenly told him that above the cave was West Kunlun.

That day, countless people living like ants in the cave rushed out. The blood Qi in the blood sea underground transformed into blood clouds, shrouding the entire West Kunlun, and those high-and-mighty Immortal Masters couldn't run away.

He remembered that he killed very happily, venting all his childhood resentment and the pain of practicing demonic arts. His thoughts were clear, he killed and drank blood, and his demonic arts also made great progress overnight.

But his master told him that West Kunlun was now the Blood God Cult's, and someone would come to snatch it immediately, so he had to guard Kunlun to have a future life, otherwise it would be death.

To tell the truth, he was not very afraid of death. After all, he felt he was going to die every day in the cave, and his revenge was avenged, so he really didn't care.

But his little brother was still young. He couldn't die. He had lived in the cave since he was sensible, and he couldn't remember anything before the cave. He shouldn't have only such a life, so he had to live. For the sake of letting his little brother live well, he also had to live well.

But now, his little brother was dead.

He felt he didn't need to live either.

The Bone Blood Pill was a pill and also a sword. Using bone as a sword and blood as a sac, it was a secret treasure created by the Hong Jiaozhu. The disciples of the Blood God Cult had all their cultivation in this secret treasure.

The outer blood sac had many wonderful uses, could transform into a crystal shell, harder than refined iron, could transform into blood miasma, which was highly poisonous, and could emit blood light, which could see through illusions and suppress the five elements.

The inner bone core was a flying sword. This flying sword was refined using the ulna in his own left forearm as the main material, melting snake bones from the cave, and of course, other human bones, but it was a pity that although he killed so many people last night and the blood sac drank its fill, he had carefully picked and collected those bones, but he didn't have time to refine them into the flying sword.

But it didn't matter, the current power was not bad either.

He Si didn't notice it himself, but his hair turned completely white in an instant, and blood tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He Si let out a manic laugh in his throat. At this moment, his Bone Blood Pill was hitting Yu Miaoyin's bronze bell. Behind the bronze bell was another Blood God Cult disciple, who was dealing with the suddenly appearing Wang Miaoyuan.

He pinched a formula, and the speed of the Bone Blood Pill suddenly accelerated, but with a feint, it bypassed the bronze bell and hit the other Blood God Cult disciple who was facing away from him.

This person, however, seemed to have eyes on his back. When He Si's Bone Blood Pill was about to arrive, he suddenly dodged, and He Si's Bone Blood Pill exploded right in front of Wang Miaoyuan, forming a mass of blood miasma.

Wang Miaoyuan had wide robes and large sleeves. At this moment, he waved his large sleeves, and a sharp wind blew out, slightly forcing back the blood miasma.

"Be careful of the blood beads! There are flying swords hidden inside!"

At this moment, Cheng Xinzhan's exclamation suddenly sounded.

Hmm, the person who killed his little brother discovered it, but it was already too late.

He Si's hand formula changed to a sword formula, and a sword light like a white rainbow split the blood miasma and reflected in Wang Miaoyuan's pupils.

The white rainbow appeared too suddenly, and the speed of the stabbing was too fast. He had no time to dodge.

The white rainbow pierced through Wang Miaoyuan's exposed chest without deviation and penetrated from his back.

Wang Miaoyuan looked down at his chest in disbelief. There was a hole there.

But it was such a coincidence that He Si chose a person closest to his Bone Blood Pill, and this person happened to be the only one among the Sanqing Mountain disciples present who had not opened his Heart Mansion.

In the white bone sword light, his heart was stirred into a pulp, and the other four mansions were still flashing with brilliance, resisting the sword Qi.

Wang Miaoyuan looked at his pulpy heart. He had planned to open his Heart Mansion after this battle ended. He had prepared everything, but was temporarily sent out to suppress demons.

He suddenly opened his mouth and smiled, blood bubbling out,

"Time! Fate!"

He immediately fell down.

"Daoist Brother!"

Cheng Xinzhan on the ground was furious, used his footwork, and flew toward Wang Miaoyuan's landing point.

"The next one is you!"

He Si saw that the person who killed his little brother wanted to catch the corpse, so he naturally wouldn't let go of the good opportunity, immediately dived down, and his white bone flying sword also turned its head and rushed down.

"Miaoyuan! Xinzhan!"

Everyone saw this scene, and the Sanqing Mountain group tried their best to block He Si, and there were six other demonic heads all going to block them.

Cheng Xinzhan caught Wang Miaoyuan.

He was already a bloody person.

In an instant, he threw more than a dozen talismans over his head. "Wind and fire spread across the plain, fast!"

Thanks to the talisman materials sent by the Xiao family of Baiyujing being top-notch, and his talisman art attainments always rising, more than a dozen wind-fire talismans made of fire bird wings rotated into the sky. The talismans burned rapidly, generating wind and fire, transforming into a fire tornado to wrap up He Si who was flying down.

After throwing the talismans, he immediately flew away, shouting loudly,

"The heart is shattered, Daoist Brother Jihu! Daoist Brother Jianrong! Come quickly!"

Without Cheng Xinzhan saying it, the two had already flown over quickly.

Feng Jihu took Wang Miaoyuan from Cheng Xinzhan's hands, and his heart instantly turned cold. Zhu Jianrong's heart-protecting pill was already in his hand, but after seeing Wang Miaoyuan's chest, he was also stunned.

The heart-protecting pill ultimately needed a heart. Wang Miaoyuan's heart position was empty.

"In the next life, I must open the Heart Mansion first."

Wang Miaoyuan lay in Feng Jihu's arms, looking at the two people's stunned appearance, spitting blood foam, and said with a smile.

Subsequently, he closed his eyes.

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At this moment, another white bone flying sword attacked. Cheng Xinzhan let out a long whistle, drew "Qiushui," and slashed with all his might.

"Daoist Brother Jihu, go back first, let the two seniors take another look!"

He shouted.

Feng Jihu didn't say anything, immediately holding Wang Miaoyuan's corpse and leaving.

The demonic cult still wanted to keep people, and they also saw that Feng Jihu's realm was considered low among this group, and now he was carrying someone, which was exactly the right time to take action.

Cheng Xinzhan stood firm, blocking the enemy for Feng Jihu. He held the sword in his right hand, formed a sword formula with his left hand, pressed against his brow, and recited quickly,

"Thunder speed falls, electricity and hail speed run, thousand demons cut heads, ten thousand demons cut shapes. If you violate my order, you will go against the Upper Purity. Urgent as the law!"

"Boom!"

A huge thunder sound rang out.

A thunderbolt appeared in the clear sky, and more than a dozen thunderbolts slashed down like an electric net. Several demonic heads hurriedly stopped their figures, almost colliding.

"Thunder fire speed falls, electricity and hail speed run!"

"Thunder fire speed falls, electricity and hail speed run!"

Cheng Xinzhan's incantation was recited faster and faster, louder and louder. Thunderbolts slashed down one after another, like a waterfall pouring down, actually forcing several demonic heads back.

At this time, Feng Jihu had already gone far, and the remaining Sanqing Mountain disciples surrounded them from behind,

Nine against seven.

"Use blood light to protect the body, dodge the thunder, use flying swords to break the enemy. Thunder method consumes the most magic power, they won't be able to use it for long!"

He Si's eyes were red, but he hadn't lost his reason, and whispered instructions.

Several demonic heads agreed, recalled the blood sacs of their respective Bone Blood Pills, transformed into blood light to shroud their bodies, and then drove flying swords to fight from afar.

At this moment, the person He Si most wanted to kill was undoubtedly Cheng Xinzhan, but he let Cheng Xinzhan go first, instead actively attacking Xiao Miaoyu and Yu Miaoyin who had the highest realm and controlled the thunder device.

Because he knew that if he was determined to kill this person to avenge his little brother, his subordinates would not be able to match the opponent in realm and quantity. The opponent could completely shake off his subordinates to protect that murderer, and he would have no way.

The only feasible way was for him to hold off the few with high realms, let his subordinates kill, and wait until his side had spare capacity to turn back and take his life.

He Si actively fought one against two, and they were still the difficult two, which also greatly increased the fighting spirit of his subordinates, each driving flying swords to find enemies.

Cheng Xinzhan cursed and killed He Wu, and could call thunder, so this time the one who actively sought out Cheng Xinzhan was a second-realm person, and his fighting style was extremely stable.

Of course, Cheng Xinzhan could not specifically judge the strength of the comer, but just saw that his protective blood light was very solid, and his magic power realm should not be low.

As one of the foundations of the Blood God Cult, the white bone flying sword naturally had extraordinary points. The white bone sword carried evil light, and when it approached people, there was a rich fishy smell, and it could also make people's blood boil, seemingly wanting to penetrate the body.

He immediately took the Turtle Breath Slow Blood Pill distributed, feeling a little better.

The white bone flying sword came again. He twisted his body to dodge, pushed it away with "Qiushui," stepped on the wind with his feet, and wanted to fight at close range.

The demonic head saw this and naturally would not do as he wished, just dodging far away.

Cheng Xinzhan saw this and wanted to use thunder method to contain him, and then close the distance. However, this person would rather consume protective blood light to take the thunder than let Cheng Xinzhan get close, just hanging far away, very wary of Cheng Xinzhan.

After exchanging ten or so rounds, Cheng Xinzhan never saw this demonic head use other means. On the contrary, this style of fighting with flying swords and hiding his physical body far away, plus this fierce and agile flying sword control method, made him feel somewhat familiar.

How is it like Emei's style?

However, after twenty or thirty rounds, the strength and magic power of this physical body were a bit unable to keep up. The opponent was a high-realm one, and the magic power should be much more profound.

"Ah!"

On the other side, Zhu Jianmo suddenly screamed. His realm was also not high, and his specialty was not in fighting. Several puppets were slow and could not help him resist the flying sword. At this time, he was stabbed in the right arm.

But it looked like he was just scratched, and he actually covered his arm and fell down. He shouted loudly,

"The flying sword is poisonous, the evil light on the sword can pollute people's essence and blood, and paralyze bones and flesh!"

At this time, Zeng Jinian was also fighting with flying swords, and at this time had spare energy, so he flew to scoop up Zhu Jianmo.

Cheng Xinzhan had a plan.

Once again, the flying sword attacked. He seemed to have exhausted his strength and could not catch the sword, stepped on the thunder talisman to escape, and looked for a mountain head to hide.

The demonic head immediately chased over, but was afraid that Cheng Xinzhan would take the opportunity to get close, so he circled around from afar, saw Cheng Xinzhan hiding in a rock gully panting, knew he was tired, pinched several formulas, and sprayed another mouthful of blood arrow on the white bone flying sword.

"Go!"

The white bone flying sword's evil light soared, its speed was faster, and it shot straight at Cheng Xinzhan.

Cheng Xinzhan turned over to dodge, but the flying sword came too fast, narrowly grazing his arm.

Cheng Xinzhan screamed, his body stiffened, and he rolled down the cliff.

Everyone heard Cheng Xinzhan scream, their hearts tightened, but they were blocked by the mountain, and wanted to come over to see, but were tightly entangled by the demonic heads, so they had to shout helplessly,

"Xinzhan, are you okay?!"

No one answered.

The demonic head who stabbed Cheng Xinzhan was happy in his heart. When they entered the second realm, they were rewarded and obtained five zhu of "Bai Gu Transforming Blood Sha" refined into the flying sword, giving birth to evil light. Being touched by this evil light, any living thing with blood and flesh would immediately be unable to flow blood, unable to move muscles, and stiff on the spot. If more true evil was refined, but only one or two, then if touched by the evil light, the flesh and blood would be like snow on grass leaves, and it would fall down as soon as the wind blew.

This kid was hit by the evil light, so he must be unable to move.

The rolling Cheng Xinzhan was stuck at a stone. The demonic head landed not far away, but still subconsciously unwilling to get too close, about twenty steps away, and again drove the flying sword to stab over.

However, this distance was enough for Cheng Xinzhan. He pointed his hand hanging on the ground at the demonic head and recited,

"Suppress!"

The demonic head immediately panicked in his heart and wanted to mobilize all his magic power to escape.

But at this moment, he saw Cheng Xinzhan looking straight at him, and that left eye turned fire-red at some point.

He seemed to see endless flames pouring toward him, or it seemed like the sun in the sky was falling, making him feel fear in his heart.

Just in this moment of distraction, a slender red needle shot out from Cheng Xinzhan's left eye, then grew in the wind, transformed into a wide sword of the Warring States period, like a ray of light, rising from his eye and falling on the demonic head's brow.

And before the demonic head died, there was only fire light in his eyes, and he had not seen the flying sword in the fire light.

(End of chapter)