Chapter 132

All the Three Pure Mountains disciples who exchanged moves with these demonic paths had one feeling,

These people are too skilled in fighting!

Although they were also only in the First or Second Realm, their moves were very tricky, their magic power was extremely profound, and they were surprisingly cautious; their flying swords could attack and defend, and their flying swords could even support each other.

In contrast, this group of theirs fought on their own; if it weren't for the fact that they only had blood light and flying swords in their coming and going, while their group had many wonderful techniques, they would probably be even more strained.

However, if He Si knew the thoughts of these people, he would definitely laugh out loud.

The righteous path is truly cultivating immortals, seeking longevity and proving the Dao, seeking to be ranked in the immortal class. But what is this group of theirs doing? Cultivating demons! What they seek is slaughter, what they seek is a chance to survive!

He Si thought, how old is he this year? Twenty-five? Twenty-eight? He couldn't remember clearly, but now he looked fifty!

How many years of longevity can these righteous paths have? Eighty years? One hundred years? Or, two hundred years?

And how many years of life does he have left? Twenty years at most! The increase in longevity brought by his breakthrough in realm can't even offset the deficit brought by his loss of essence and blood to refine techniques.

How many people in this righteous path can enter the Third Realm? He Si didn't know. But He Si remembered his master saying that among the batch of people who entered the cave, if one or two could enter the Third Realm, it would be considered an unexpected joy.

His master said that the first generation was like this; after the Blood God Sect stood firm, the disciples recruited later wouldn't have to be so miserable, but he felt he likely wouldn't see the day when the Divine Sect flourished.

These righteous paths, when they were drinking and feasting, he was struggling for his life in the cave; when they were taking pills and refining weapons, he was struggling for his life in the cave; when they were traveling through mountains and waters, he was still struggling for his life in the cave.

He Si didn't remember how many people died in the cave, but the bones and blood of those people were divided by those who survived and refined into the Bone Blood Pills.

With two hundred years of longevity shortened to these few decades, both under the Third Realm, why would he lose?

He Si stared at the back of that mountain stone; Wang Er was the one who followed him the longest; he would definitely cut off that person's head to sacrifice to his little brother.

Someone came out from behind the mountain stone.

Everyone's face changed, either shocked or happy.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan walked out safe and sound.

The Three Pure Mountains disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

And all the demons were full of disbelief; they all saw the wound on Cheng Cheng Xinzhan's shoulder; why could he not fear the evil light?

After Cheng Cheng Xinzhan appeared, his two eyes quickly swept across the battlefield; now the situation was that the leader He Si was holding back Xiao Xiao Miaoyu and Yu Yu Miaoyin, and another one-armed demon was also holding back two people, Zhu Compatibility and Xu Xu Jishen, by himself.

The rest were Zeng Jinian protecting Zhu Daoist Jianmo, fighting one against two, while Huang Huang Miaoluo and Sun Sun Miaoshu were each facing one.

He immediately had a judgment in his heart; don't look at He Si holding back Xiao Xiao Miaoyu and Yu Yu Miaoyin by himself, but this was because his crazy fighting style made the two Daoist brothers uncomfortable for a while; the two Daoist brothers were both heroes, and at this time they were just adapting to the fighting style and were not at a disadvantage; after a while, they would be able to reverse the situation.

The one-armed demon's flying sword was also sharp, but he could only barely hold back the two Daoist brothers, Zhu Compatibility and Xu Xu Jishen, who were not good at fighting.

Huang Huang Miaoluo and Sun Sun Miaoshu had already turned from a disadvantage to an advantage.

Zhu Daoist Jianmo was injured, and Zeng Jinian was fighting one against two, still able to maintain.

Seeing the situation clearly, he immediately joined the battle to help Zeng Jinian.

As soon as he came over, he took over a demon, and Zeng Jinian immediately let go of his hands and feet, focusing on dealing with one person; just comparing flying sword techniques, as a direct transmission of Mount Toujian Mountain, why would Zeng Jinian fear anyone in the Demon Cult?

The one Cheng Cheng Xinzhan faced was Zhu Daoist Jianmo's original opponent, a First Realm demon; the demon saw Cheng Cheng Xinzhan come over, and his heart immediately panicked by three points—after all, he had already killed two people in succession.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan was full of anger at this moment, threw out sixty-nine fire talismans, and opened his mouth to spit, and the Sun Bing Fire hidden in his heart mansion surged up to the twelve-story building, pouring out,

With fire talismans as the bones and Bing Fire as the flesh, in an instant, a thirty-zhang-long fire dragon appeared in front of Cheng Cheng Xinzhan, and the Bing Fire in his heart mansion was also stained with dragon might; at this moment, the phantom fire dragon was vivid, with head and horns distinct, and angry eyes wide open.

He practiced several gestures and recited,

"Bing Fire Yang Essence, point to the South Dragon, go!"

"Ang~"

The fire dragon let out a long chant and pounced on that demon.

The dragon might was like a mountain and a sea; the demon had been cultivating underground for years, so where had he seen such heavenly might? At this moment, captured by the fire dragon, he had no heart to fight and turned to flee.

The fire dragon's movement was too big, and everyone noticed it; seeing that demon run away, He Si cursed loudly,

"Idiot!"

If he ran, the formation of mutual support between them would be broken; originally, they relied on years of experience to be able to fight more with less, and now two had already been lost; if another one ran away, their advantage would be even less.

No matter how fast that demon ran, he couldn't be as fast as the fire dragon of the talisman array; the fire dragon caught up with the demon, wrapped its body around the demon, but the blood light on the demon was not an ordinary thing; at this moment, it shone brightly, actually being able to slightly block the Bing Fire, while also being able to drive the flying sword to turn back and stab Cheng Cheng Xinzhan.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan didn't look at the flying sword rushing over, changed his hand gesture, and intensified his thoughts, reciting urgently,

"Red Emperor Dragon King, entrust the body to descendants, listen to my order, cut off the demon atmosphere, respond!"

The sixty-nine fire talismans drawn with dragon chapters suddenly shone brightly; the fire talisman array was like a chain, pulling tight suddenly, instantly crushing the blood light and tightly binding the demon.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream rang out.

The flying sword stabbing at Cheng Cheng Xinzhan fell in the air.

The fierce Bing Fire shrouded the demon, and every fire talisman flickered with red light, like a branding iron, tightly pressing into the demon's body.

A large cloud of white smoke rose, and the demon's miserable howl gradually became smaller.

At this time, the others had also adapted to the Blood God Sect's fighting style and gradually became at ease.

"Cheng Xinzhan, here!"

Not far away, Sun Sun Miaoshu shouted.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan immediately drove the fire dragon to fly over; that demon had been released by the fire dragon, but was already dead, his body covered in fire talisman brands, turning into a charred lump and falling.

Sun Sun Miaoshu's opponent was already in the Second Realm, but seeing the miserable death of his companion, he was also somewhat shocked; seeing the fire dragon fly over, he didn't want to take it head-on, forced Sun Sun Miaoshu back with a sword, and was about to retreat.

But at this moment, he wanted to leave, but Sun Sun Miaoshu naturally didn't agree; he recited the spell,

"Grand Void has spirit, Heaven and Earth borrow the law, capture!"

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan had seen someone perform this capture spell when he was eating Qi in Ancient Vine Street, but now it was naturally very different when performed by a true transmission of Ziyan Mountain who was proficient in the Grand Void technique.

That fleeing demon found himself flying backward, as if being sent into the fire dragon's mouth!

He screamed in despair, controlling the flying sword to stab the fire dragon, but this talisman array was not as simple as he thought; the flying sword stabbed over, Cheng Cheng Xinzhan changed his hand gesture, the talisman array scattered again, and after the flying sword passed, it combined again, binding the demon in one go.

On the other side, Huang Huang Miaoluo used a clever force to bring the white bone flying sword flying away, deeply piercing it into the mountain stone; at the same time, the female crown took several steps forward, getting close to the demon. The demon transformed the blood sac into miasma poison to cover the female crown.

Huang Huang Miaoluo aimed at this rare close-combat opportunity and finally used the hidden means; she saw her left hand flip, turning into a teapot, and a spiritual light appeared on the spout, actually sucking all the blood miasma in; taking advantage of the demon's astonishment, the female crown stepped on the Gang steps, stabbed with her sword, the sword like a fast lightning, pierced into the demon's chest, and then flipped her hand to stir, also gouging out a big hole.

Huang Huang Miaoluo had raised sword Qi on her sword, not inferior to the evil light on the demonic sword, instantly cutting off the demon's vitality. And Zeng Jinian was originally in the upper hand; the sharpness of his flying sword was even more than that of the demon; before, he still had to help others, but now one-on-one, he fought steadily, forcing the flying sword's rotation space smaller and smaller, until he forced it in front of the demon and beheaded him with one sword.

Zhu Compatibility was not good at fighting, but Xu Xu Jishen fought more and more bravely; he used his calculation method in fighting, which was also unique, always being able to judge where the flying sword would fall, and taking Zhu Compatibility to dodge in advance; as the dodging became more proficient, he also began to counterattack; besides calculation, he also cultivated the method of falling stars.

Xu Xu Jishen sprinkled a handful of star sand into the high sky, injected magic power, and the star sand transformed into giant stones suspended in the sky,

"Purple Star Emperor, drop the stars, descend!"

The giant stones fell one by one; the demon flew to dodge, but the giant stones seemed to be able to predict the demon's direction of escape, always accurately falling on the demon's head.

The demon had to use the flying sword to attack the giant stones, but the giant stones fell like rain; the demon couldn't break the stones in time, and was smashed to the ground one after another, then smashed into meat paste.

Xiao Xiao Miaoyu and Yu Yu Miaoyin also gradually began to exert force, but when He Si saw that companion leave the formation because of fear of the fire dragon, he saw the defeat, kept his strength all along, and seeing his fellow disciples killed one by one, he looked at his little brother's corpse, let out a wail, and then transformed into blood light and left.

"Don't chase!"

Xiao Xiao Miaoyu shouted.

This was ultimately on someone else's mountain, and they knew nothing about where the traps were.

Everyone naturally understood and didn't chase, but gathered together.

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"How is Wang Miaoyuan?"

Xiao Xiao Miaoyu looked at Zhu Compatibility and Cheng Cheng Xinzhan.

Zhu Compatibility shook his head and didn't speak, and Cheng Cheng Xinzhan was also silent.

"It's my fault."

Xiao Xiao Miaoyu said.

He felt remorse in his heart; that demon was feinting at Yu Yu Miaoyin, but actually took advantage of people's lack of preparation to sneak attack Wang Wang Miaoyuan, but he didn't see it at the time, didn't block the flying sword, and didn't warn; his vision as a team leader was so poor, he really felt ashamed.

"Time, fate."

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan repeated Wang Wang Miaoyuan's words. Looking at this battle, their side was actually in the upper hand; only during that short period of the first clash were they caught off guard; they didn't expect the Demon Cult to also practice such exquisite flying sword techniques, and the grade of the flying sword was not inferior at all. Wang Wang Miaoyuan died in this extremely short period of time, stirred by the evil light of the flying sword, and happened not to have opened his heart mansion, otherwise the possibility of saving him on the spot would have been great.

"What should we do now?"

Someone asked.

Xiao Xiao Miaoyu said: "Send Daoist Jianmo back to the camp first; Jinian, you make a trip; we'll wait for you here, tell the fellow disciples who haven't set off about the demon's fighting style; we'll wait for you to come back, and then continue to scout upward."

"Cheng Xinzhan, what do you think?"

After Xiao Xiao Miaoyu finished speaking, he asked Cheng Cheng Xinzhan again.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan's performance just now opened everyone's eyes; if they didn't know the situation, no one would think this was just a person in the First Realm, and his adaptation to the battlefield was faster than anyone else's.

No wonder the Sect Master cared so much about him.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan nodded; this arrangement was very appropriate.

So Zeng Jinian took Zhu Daoist Jianmo down the mountain first, while the others hid their tracks on the spot, recovering magic power while reflecting on the shortcomings of the battle just now.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan burned the corpses of the several demons one by one—after all, they were cultivating blood demons, so don't let them come up with any fake death tricks.

After all the corpses were burned clean, he picked up the fallen white bone flying swords and looked at them carefully.

The bone swords were like jade, with evil light on the swords, which could indeed be considered good materials, but these were other people's bones, and it was not convenient to refine them, so he handed them all to Xiao Xiao Miaoyu; this could also be counted as war merit, and would be calculated uniformly after returning to the sect.

And Huang Huang Miaoluo was doing the same thing, collecting blood sacs with a teapot-style treasure.

Not long after, the Waiter standing on a high place barked twice, and then they saw Zeng Jinian and Feng Daoist Jihu return.

Feng Daoist Jihu didn't take the initiative to mention Wang Wang Miaoyuan, so everyone knew that Wang Miaoyuan was truly gone.

Zeng Jinian said,

"After returning to the camp, I found out that the losses of all parties were not small; our one injury and one death was actually the smallest loss; a seven-person team of fellow Daoists from Mount Wutai Mountain was actually completely wiped out."

"The leaders of each sect are now arguing endlessly, all checking the background of this Blood God Sect; they believe that the secret treasure blood bead flying sword of these demons is an extremely high-level refining method; although bloody and filthy, it is not something ordinary demonic sects can ponder out; there is also that they are good at driving flying swords, which is also not something ordinary demonic sects would touch, so the seniors suspect that some great power of the righteous path has rebelled into the demonic path."

Hearing this sentence, everyone was obviously very surprised, and Cheng Cheng Xinzhan was also somewhat unbelievable; righteous path rebelling into the demonic path?

"And, mentioning flying swords, everyone first suspected Mount Emei, but the strangest thing is, with the temper of Mount Emei, if they were slandered, they would definitely make a scene, but this time, although they also denied it, their momentum was very weak, and this time suppressing demons, Mount Emei was the first to come, and there was a big figure like Daoist Jian sitting in charge, so the atmosphere in the camp is very strange now."

Zeng Jinian brought everyone an unexpected piece of news.

Another piece of news pointed out the path for the group of people next,

"The Mountain Master said, we should go North while going up the mountain; the pressure there is very great."

The crowd naturally had no objections.

The group walked toward the North; there was no vegetation on this mountain, only stones and snow, so the wind was exceptionally strong, howling and wailing.

Because people died, everyone was not in high spirits, and there was no talk between them, just silently searching for the traces of the demons; although the intention to subdue demons in their hearts was stronger, their faces no longer had that high spirits and excitement, only restraint and firmness.

Cheng Cheng Xinzhan was especially so; on the Southern Frontier battlefield, he was more of a spectator, watching the Miao Frontier side-line and the Southern Wilderness Demon Gate fight fiercely, and he spent far more time in the lively Qilihe market than on the front line.

Even on the front line, it was on the lowest-level battlefield, often with many injuries and few deaths, and the injured would be alive and kicking after resting for ten or so days.

The biggest casualty he saw was the time he entered Rotten Peach Mountain.

But here, just after going up the mountain, he lost Daoist brother Wang Miaoyuan; he had drunk wine and enjoyed the moon with him, sat and discussed the Dao, gone down to the Ming Emperor's Mausoleum together, and gone to White Jade Capital together; he originally had a bright future, but here, he was easily stabbed to death by a demon.

This suddenly made him understand that subduing demons and slaying devils is not a beautiful thing in the mouths of young chivalrous heroes, but a life-and-death struggle.

(End of chapter)