Chapter 635

It was exactly as Ao Yulie had said.

In fact, the Myriad Demon Domain never had any Demon Kings at all; the seven Void Refinement cultivators' judgment was correct.

However, after receiving the news, Elder Hun secretly spread word, and the Alliance Leader of the Extermination Sword Alliance played along, leaving a bone here — a bone belonging to Taotie.

Desperate, Elder Hun stimulated a trace of vitality in this bone; the aura it emitted drove the demon beasts into a frenzy, and the six pursuing Void Refinement sword cultivators inevitably became tainted with this aura as well.

After being discovered, Elder Hun only wanted to die; laughing loudly, he joined forces with some demon beasts, paying with his own life to even injure one Void Refinement sword cultivator.

What followed was a pack of demon beasts launching a fearless, death-defying assault on these Void Refinement sword cultivators.

To be precise, they wanted to bite a chunk of flesh from their bodies.

As the last trace of residual vitality in that bone was stimulated, it had now turned into a clump of useless gray-white powder.

And in the minds of the demon beasts, the six sword cultivators had already replaced the existence of the Taotie's remains.

Before that aura completely dissipated, they were the demon beasts' most coveted delicacy.

Venerable Lieyang's natal sword transformed into a giant flaming sword, enveloping his entire body; the immovable flaming giant sword caused approaching demon beasts to spontaneously combust one after another.

Black powder piled up all around, kicking up black dust.

Some with stronger cultivation actually crashed into the flaming sword's main body and were directly turned into lumps of charcoal.

But this did not help much.

The number of demon beasts around them was truly too great.

Under such vast numbers, the few Void Refinement sword cultivators could only barely protect themselves.

To completely resolve these demon beasts was nearly impossible; as for breaking out… that was also a non-existent option.

Because these demon beasts were chasing them; they moved, and the demon beasts moved too.

Even though Void Refinement sword cultivators were fast, flying on swords, no demon beast could catch up, but they could not maintain high-speed flight forever.

There were too many demon beasts, and moreover, they would attract demon beasts from other places to join the pursuit and kill them.

Right now, only three choices lay before the few Void Refinement sword cultivators.

One: choose to force their way through; with everyone's cultivation, they would not die, but injuries were inevitable, and there was a significant chance of severe injury.

Two: shift the pressure, embark on a journey of a thousand li, passing by various sects — naturally other sword cultivators would help share the burden. But doing so would ruin the Seven Sects' reputation.

In such turbulent circumstances, such an action would very likely be exploited by non-sword cultivators, sparking a war to overthrow the Seven Sects.

Ultimately letting non-sword cultivators reap the fisherman's profit.

The third: avoid places where cultivators gather as much as possible, endure an arduous journey, and lure the demon beasts toward their own sects; the combined strength of the Seven Great Gates would be enough to crush these and any subsequent pursuing demon beasts. This option also had significant problems.

The difficulty of fighting while retreating along the way increased, because they also had to try to avoid causing more casualties, and they might even be ambushed by non-sword cultivators.

Additionally, the Seven Sects' strength could resist and help resolve the demon beasts, but it would also exact no small price.

In short, no plan was perfect; all required paying a price, and all would benefit non-sword cultivators.

From the moment Elder Hun escaped and they gave chase, they had already fallen into the "Alliance Leader's" trap, his scheme.

Even now, their only target for venting was the surrounding demon beasts; they could not even find the real culprit — the anger in their hearts.

"Let's go back first!"

Venerable Lieyang said, his voice like muffled thunder, "Interrogate the Extermination Sword Alliance and Shattered Sword Alliance for intelligence; these people's status is not low, then make plans afterward."

Originally, after capturing the non-sword cultivators, there might still have been various disputes among the Seven Great Gates.

You must know, the four spies were high-ranking members of three sects.

Besides their identities as non-sword cultivators themselves, they also knew their respective sects' secrets.

And those sects certainly would not want them to leak out.

After victory, there would definitely be a distribution of benefits.

But now, they could not care about that much; quickly extract the intelligence that needs extracting, send the news back, and then whether to leave or fight depends on everyone's own choice.

They are all Void Refinement sword cultivators; no one can dictate the decisions they make themselves.

The six Void Refinement sword cultivators began moving toward the place they came from.

As they slowly drew near, the group's pressure actually began to gradually weaken; the surrounding demon beasts' attack frequency and intensity were actually decreasing.

Even many demon beasts began to hesitate and not advance.

"What's going on?"

"Unclear; could it be they're preparing a general offensive? Be careful."

"It would be better if all of us gather in one place."

Such a beast tide is not like fighting a lone powerhouse; Spirit Transformation sword cultivators can also play a significant role.

If everyone works together with one heart, disregarding all consequences, this matter can also be resolved; the demon beasts' fearless attacks won't continue until the very last one is dead — once casualties reach a certain level, they will stop.

The price… certainly won't be small either.

Losing a few Spirit Transformation cultivators is normal.

"Wrong, over there…" Venerable Feng exclaimed in surprise, even the whirlwind sweeping around him coming to a halt.

The sky-filling blood rain all around paused for a moment.

Venerable Jin beside him helped his fellow sect brother crush the surging frenzied demon beasts: "What is it?"

Even as he asked, he looked in the direction of Venerable Feng's gaze, and likewise froze for a moment.

There, was a clearing that the demon beasts would actively circle around.

On the clearing stood a white-haired, blood-robed man.

It was none other than the current Acting Sect Master of the Soaring Heaven Sword Gate, Tang Xuanzang! At his feet lay sword cultivators sprawled in disorder.

From Spirit Transformation to Void Refinement, none were spared.

In Tang Xuanzang's hand he still held a sword that looked somewhat special — precisely one of the Myriad Sword Valley's supreme masterpieces, the Divine Eagle Sword!

"You!"

The Golden Venerable's expression changed.

"You've returned."

Tang Luo looked at the six Void Refining sword cultivators, casually tossed the Divine Eagle Sword aside, and extended his hand toward them.

A massive Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal manifested above everyone's heads; the myriad flying bird yaomo scattered in a rout.

The palm replaced the existence of the flying bird yaomo, and also replaced the existence of the sky.

The surrounding yaomo let out incomparably miserable cries; those that were closer, if they could fly, plummeted straight to the ground, with quite a few falling heavily injured.

Those on the ground crouched low, trembling violently, emitting pleading whimpers; a portion couldn't even make a sound.

The distant yaomo fled desperately, like startled rabbits.

Boundless fear, like a tide, submerged all yaomo, completely overwhelming the desire brought by the Taotie aura.

Even after this tidal fear receded, these yaomo would never crave again.

The giant palm appeared slow, but in reality descended with extreme speed.

The six sword cultivators' attacks landed on the palm, like a few small stones dropping into a calm lake, only able to stir up some ripples.

Close!

As if grabbing six tiny insects, he gave a slight, gentle squeeze in his palm.

The Void Refining sword cultivators felt an unprecedented powerlessness, as if they had returned to their mortal days before they had even begun cultivation.

The Great Hand Seal vanished, and the six Void Refining sword cultivators fell to the ground, each heavily injured, without even the strength to stand up.

They heard clear footsteps slowly approaching.

The sounds of stepping on dead leaves, grass, and mud beneath his feet were clearly audible, stopping right beside them.

The Blazing Sun Venerable saw a pair of shoes appear before his eyes; then, Tang Xuanzang crouched down: "Give me the key to the Heavenly Sword Land."

"Dream on!"

The Blazing Sun Venerable was extremely unyielding.

"This item has karmic affinity with this poor monk; it is what this poor monk rightfully deserves." Tang Luo said.

"You damn traitor!" The Blazing Sun Venerable's vocabulary for insults was rather limited.

"What traitor?" Tang Luo said, "I, a non-sword cultivator, helped you Erqing Sword Gate secure first place in the Seven Gates Grand Competition — clearly I was helping you."

To tell the truth, Tang Luo had never once thought of helping non-sword cultivators stir up trouble to screw over sword cultivators.

Naturally, he also hadn't thought of screwing over sword cultivators together with non-sword cultivators; he belonged to the type who sits calmly on the fishing terrace, watching the excitement.

Becoming an undercover agent was actually just because of Tang Luo's malicious interest.

The Blazing Sun Venerable was so infuriated by Tang Luo that he vomited blood, and simply shut his mouth and said nothing.

"Forget it; you won't give it, so you think I can't get it? Bajie, Little White Dragon, come out and work." Tang Luo stood up again.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie appeared; Xiaotian Dog jumped onto Tang Luo's shoulder.

"Master, rest assured." Ao Yulie patted his chest, making a grand guarantee.

Zhu Bajie wore a faint smile; he looked at the Divine Eagle Sword Tang Luo had tossed aside: "Master, this can be refined into the Xuan Transformation."

"Good." Tang Luo rubbed Xiaotian Dog's head.

The Golden and Wind Venerables of Myriad Swords Valley turned pale with rage, their heads tilted, and they fainted on the spot.

Half a shichen later, a group of sword cultivators were locked inside a temporarily excavated cave, guarded by Zhu Bajie and the others.

Tang Luo had no intention of necessarily converting them; he locked them up first, and Tang Luo continued being his sect master.

When he got bored and left, it would depend on these people's luck when someone would discover and rescue them.

As for the squabbling between two non-sword cultivators and sword cultivators among a group of feeble "critical patients," it counted as Ao Yulie's entertainment to pass the time.

Fight, fight!

The Divine Eagle Sword and Xuan Transformation were both handed to Zhu Bajie, letting him refine the Divine Eagle Sword into the Xuan Transformation.

Tang Luo, meanwhile, took the "key" obtained from the Blazing Sun Venerable and embarked on the journey back.

This slay-yaomo · find-the-undercover operation was officially declared a failure.

As the sole survivor at present, how the specific plot details would be fabricated depended entirely on Tang Luo's mood.

Or perhaps he didn't need to fabricate anything at all; just extricate himself and tell the truth straight up and be done with it.

Soul Elder is the undercover agent, caused a huge incident, all sword cultivators got screwed, everyone scattered, what about the others' situations? I don't know.

This operation had two winners: one was Tang Luo, the other was the Alliance Master of the Mie Sword Alliance.

That guy is truly ruthless enough; according to his plan, even Soul Elder and Tang Luo would be screwed, possibly dying on the spot.

Trading two Spirit Severing protectors for a group of Void Refining and Spirit Severing, or the Seven Great Gates suffering damage.

This deal is worth doing.

It's just that Tang Luo noted it down in his little notebook; next time he encounters that Alliance Master, the latter will have bad luck.

Screwing people over is fine, but screwing over the Holy Monk Xuanzang — that's your mistake: wrong choice of target.