Chapter 187: First Sword, Ice Soul Cold Light

The countless god-demons in the temple stared at the figure on the top of the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda. The man held an ice-built wine cup and had already recited the fourth moon-chanting poem! He sat on the Zhaofeng beast, gazing at the lotus flowers in the South Pool, and didn't even glance at the strange god statues that appeared in the temple, those eyes looking at the murals.

A great stone Buddha buzzed: "Just him?"

It turned its head and looked at the old monk who was sweating coldly beside it, and said: "Prime Yang Xiang summoned us back to Daci'en Temple, just to wait for him?"

The old monk couldn't even wipe the sweat on his forehead, and whispered: "This person should just be an ignorant calf sent by the righteous path. This time, the righteous path should still be led by Sima Chengzhen. He has already cleared a small half of the Daoist shrines in Chang'an with the status of Heavenly Master, and now he is probably leading people on the way here."

"Then why keep him?" The stone Buddha looked unhappy.

A god-demon with a bird's head and human body, with golden wings attached to its body, very majestic and extraordinary, laughed: "This person, not to mention anything else, his courage is quite extraordinary. Especially since he can live until now with such a big courage, it is very rare. Why hasn't anyone killed him?"

The Dharma body manifested by this god-demon is like a Heavenly King above the navel, only the mouth is like an eagle's beak, green, the face is angry, teeth exposed. Below the navel is the image of an eagle. Wearing a pointed treasure crown, hair draped over shoulders, wearing necklaces and heavenly clothes, hands wearing rings, golden body. Two red wings behind, spreading outward, its tail hanging down...

It is the image of the Buddhist Garuda.

"Garuda... why boost others' morale?" A god-demon with a cow's head and human body sneered: "I hate this kid the most... sitting high on the pagoda, so arrogant! Old monk, why hasn't anyone taken his head? Wait until Sima Chengzhen comes, give him a show of power?"

The old monk shivered and said: "It's not that no one went to kill him, but... those who went have disappeared without a trace!"

"Prime Yang Xiang sent people from the courtyard near the twin pagodas. Before they reached the bottom of the pagoda, they only heard many sounds of fighting, a burst of clouds and smoke rose, covering the line of sight, and dozens of people disappeared!"

"Playing mystery!" A god-demon transformed into a Yaksha King sneered: "Playing this set with our demonic path, the righteous path is truly exhausted! Watch my means, even if there are righteous people protecting him, I can make him die unknowingly!"

"Manibhadra!"

"Purnabhadra!"

He shouted a few times, and saw several deep wriggles in the dark, like black oil not reflecting a trace of light. Those 'darkness' dived into the darkness, disappearing from the induction of several god-demons. This is the shadow demon specifically used by the demonic path for assassination, coming without a shadow and going without a trace, able to escape in the shadows, even in broad daylight, able to jump in various shadows, taking lives silently from people's shadows.

Not to mention it is now dark?

There is darkness everywhere where the Yin Demons can escape!

The cow-headed god-demon also released thirty-six god-demons with phases. God-demons with phases must be attached to tangible objects to exert ten percent of their power. The cow-headed god-demon held a vajra pestle in his right hand and a magic banner in his left hand. Standing in the Arluohan Hall, looking for a flat place, chanting magic spells, waving the banner, and writing magic spells on the ground with the vajra pestle.

After drawing, he inserted the magic banner on the ground, pinched the formula in his hand and waved it towards the Arluohan Hall, and saw the magic banner spinning, the banner getting bigger and bigger, finally covering the entire Arluohan Hall. Dozens of copper Arluohans were covered by the magic banner, and they jumped out of the shrines, each over sixteen zhang tall.

These thirty-six god-demons with phases bowed to the cow-headed god-demon.

The cow-headed god-demon pointed his hand towards the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, and the god-demons with phases divided into three sides and surrounded it.

Qian Chen gazed at the bright moon, but it seemed as if he was using this white jade plate as a mirror, counting the kinds of god-demons and shadows under the moon. He counted once and whispered: "The number of gods is almost the same! Any later... Sima Chengzhen and Senior Brother Yan and the others will find something wrong and rush over! At that time, it will be hard for me to kill too ruthlessly..."

He stretched his limbs, and at this moment, a deeper darkness emerged in the shadow behind him, and the shadow was deeper than just now...

In Qian Chen's shadow, it seemed that several pairs of eyes were looking at him.

Qian Chen stretched his limbs, as if to embrace the bright moon in the sky, embracing the universe at this moment. He whispered: "White sun and bright moon, day and night are not idle. How can you, leisurely people, stay in the world for a long time..." At this moment, the moonlight seemed to penetrate his figure, shining behind him without an inch of darkness.

Several groups of shadows curled up in place, very conspicuous.

Standing upright without a shadow!

"Kill!" Those shadows saw that their tracks were exposed, and chose to kill strongly. They reached out and grabbed, and there were lightless daggers in their hands. The daggers were lightless and shadowless, which were shadows sharpened to the extreme.

Those shadows stabbed at Qian Chen's back heart at the same time, and the speed was also fast to the extreme.

Qian Chen didn't turn around. He spilled the amber light in the cup, as if condensing the moonlight in the sky, turning it into a thin ice sword, and waving it behind him.

It was a ray of light condensed to the extreme—Ice Soul Cold Light Line.

At the moment when the shadow dagger was about to touch Qian Chen's heart, watching this shadow stab that specializes in breaking all body-protecting spells, and even because of its special nature, can treat most defensive magic tools as nothing, was about to make a contribution.

A cold air froze the shadow, and the ice sword like cold light passed through the throats of several shadows.

Shadow demons are in the shadows and are not harmed. Most spells have nothing to do with them. But this thin ice sword was a ray of Ice Soul Divine Light condensed by Qian Chen.

The cold light was very weak...

After lending out the Guanghan Ice Soul external pill, the power of the Ice Soul Cold Light used by Qian Chen could only condense a cup of wine!

But this did not affect its essential amazing lethality to shadow demons. Those shadows that did not receive any force were wiped by the sword light and split into two halves. The shadows did not dissipate, but they were already dead! Now only their frozen corpses remained.

After the shadow demons were killed, Qian Chen waved his hand casually, and the long sword condensed from ice, thin as a piece of paper, was thrown high, and then like a flying sword, driven by Qian Chen, flew out.

The ice sword spiraled down along the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, wiped across the neck of a copper Arluohan rushing up, and the next moment, the copper Arluohan's head broke, its body still clinging to the eaves of the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, but the head fell under the pagoda, smashing a small pit in the yellow soil.

The god-demon with phases attached to the Arluohan statue was also killed by the cold air of the Ice Soul Cold Light in the sword.

"Arctic Great Bright Palace, Ice Soul Cold Light Sword!"

This sword, although far less powerful than the Ice Soul Cold Light condensed when the Guanghan Ice Soul Pill was present, which could freeze the hundred-li radius and crush it, was condensed by Qian Chen himself collecting Ice Soul Yuan Qi and Taiyin Cold Qi, bit by bit. There was no leakage of power, and even the copper Arluohan that was beheaded didn't feel any cold when touched by hand.

Because all the cold air was used on the blade.

A line of extreme cold can kill formless and qualityless god-demons, and it has completely condensed into sword intent. At this moment, sword intent is cold air, and cold air is sword intent.

That cold air is imperceptible to touch, invisible to see, only at the moment of being killed, before consciousness is extinguished, can one feel that biting cold, the cold that seems to split the soul.

The ice flying sword, after killing a copper Arluohan, the next moment it seemed like light refraction, penetrated the chest of a copper Arluohan climbing up the other side of the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda. A god-demon with phases that jumped high and smashed towards Qian Chen on the top of the pagoda was cut in half in mid-air.

At this time, dozens of god-demons with phases rushed up from inside the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, penetrating the layers of obstacles in the pagoda, preparing to break out of the pagoda from the top of the pagoda and strangle Qian Chen.

Some jumped over from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda next to it, and the copper bowl in their hands smashed towards Qian Chen's head.

The cold ice flying sword spiraling down along the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, swung out a circular arc, and shattered, shattering into ice blades several inches long, taking Qian Chen as the center, pulling out dozens of arcs.

Some ice blades pierced into the pagoda, penetrating the eyebrows of the god-demons with phases that were shaking the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda inside the pagoda.

Some drew a larger arc, killing the god-demons jumping over from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the god-demons hiding on the edge of the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, the god-demons in the clouds, and the god-demons on the ground.

In just an instant, more than twenty of the thirty-six god-demons with phases were killed.

The arc ice blades rotated around Qian Chen, and the ice-cast wine cup in Qian Chen's hand was just crushed by him. From beginning to end, he was looking at the bright moon above his head, as if those ferocious god-demons and strange demon monsters were not worthy of sharing half his attention.

In the distance, the stone Buddha said solemnly: "Arctic Great Bright Palace!"

The Garuda god-demon also said solemnly: "Ice Soul Cold Light!"

The cow-headed god-demon said angrily: "Whatever Arctic Great Bright Palace, dare to come to Chang'an to muddy this water, then don't go back!" After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards Qian Chen. He manifested a god-demon body as high as the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda. The demon body was like iron casting, the cow horns rushed to the sky, and he pulled them down, turning them into a long knife. Just the blade was ten zhang long.

He slashed down,

It slashed down from above, intending to split Qian Chen, along with the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda beneath him, into two halves.

"Law of Heaven and Earth... So it is a Dharma-Image Demon God!"

Qian Chen gripped the hilt of the 'Sentient' sword at his waist with a backhand, and the next instant, the sword light left its sheath...

The sword light was pure and faint. Compared to the thick-backed battle blade that descended like a collapsing mountain—as if a demon god had uprooted the nearby Wild Goose Pagoda to sweep it across—that initial sword light was merely a cold glint shining at the top of the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda.

When the cold glint bloomed, the dozens of ice blades spiraling around Qian Chen shattered in horror, turning into a handful of crystalline dust that scattered.

That bone-chilling cold qi condensed entirely within the cold light of the Sentient sword.

Raising the sword to slash at the sky, even Kunlun would collapse!

The thick-backed battle blade in the hands of the Dharma-Image Demon God was abruptly severed at the waist. The sword light pierced through the body of the demon god, which was as towering as the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, blooming from behind it like splitting firewood, running through its entire body.

In the eyes of the Bull-Headed Demon God, anger, hatred, shock, and extreme regret solidified, and then both sides of its body collapsed to the left and right with a boom.

It crushed a patch of flowers, grass, pavilions, and railings.

The Garuda Demon God and the few demons beside it also fell into extreme horror. They had considered countless possibilities, but never imagined that the Dharma-Image Demon God could be defeated so quickly and lose its life so easily.

Qian Chen stood tall on the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, his long sword pointing at the lotus flowers in the South Pond, and said loudly to the hundreds of demon gods below: "One by one, it is too slow!"

"All of you, come together!"

By the side of the pond, the demon gods who had turned into mud statues fled in panic from the direction of Qian Chen's sword tip, scattering in all directions. And throughout the entire Great Ci'en Temple, those bronze-cast, mural-painted, mud-bodied, stone-carved, colorful, and sculpted gods, Buddhas, evil ghosts, flying celestials, and divine generals were all silent.

The stone Buddha beside the Garuda Demon God let out a thunderous roar:

"Kill!"

The cry of "kill" resounded through the Great Ci'en Temple.

Suddenly, from the gardens, from the pond, from the yellow soil at the foot of the two Wild Goose Pagodas, from the meditation rooms, from the bell tower, from heaven and earth, in the clouds, in the moonlight, and from every imaginable place, the shadows of demon gods lunged out. Rolling demonic shadows and all kinds of strange demonic weapons surged toward Qian Chen like a flood.

Charging toward Qian Chen!

The cold light reflected off the demonic weapons instantly illuminated the entire Great Ci'en Temple, making the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda as bright as day.

Countless bizarre demonic supernatural powers—black smoke and blood mist, white bone shadows, phosphorus fire and poisonous insects, vengeful souls and evil ghosts, demon god dharma-images, golden blades and raging flames, yin thunder and malevolent qi, poisonous vines and flood dragons...

Almost submerged Qian Chen on the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda!