Chapter 460: Two Slashes of Emotion Slaying for Liberation, Guanghan Feng Xianzi Enters the Mortal World

"Hmm?" Youwang Fu Fu Lao Mo suddenly looked

A shadow was elongated by the faint light and projected onto the cave entrance.

A man in white as snow, with an ancient zither as wide as himself on his back, held a goose-feather long saber in his hand, pointing obliquely at the ground. His eyes were tightly closed, yet a stern divine intent locked onto You Wang, as if he would never lose his way.

He drifted over, walking among the walking dead circling You Wang. The long saber in his hand looked as if it were forged from cold iron and ice; the blade was almost transparent, firmly attracting You Wang's gaze.

"This momentum... to be able to enter my Worry-Forget Domain as if you could strike at me. This is the way of the assassin, storing killing intent within the blade, forgetting oneself upon obtaining the blade, moving purely by blade intent, reaching the void realm where not a single thought arises. What a 'No-Thought Killing Method'!"

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang clapped his hands in praise.

His gaze could not leave the long saber in Qian Chen's hand.

"A cultivator who can advance blade intent to such a realm is certainly a fine collectible."

"But that saber in your hand..." You Wang's gaze contracted, revealing a burning and greedy look: "That will be my supreme collection!"

"The material of the saber is certainly excellent, but that bit of obsession within this saber... eternal and unchanging, etched into the bone. In my entire life, I have never seen such a demonic, persistent thought. If the person who left this obsession came to kill me, I would definitely turn and flee..."

The old demon looked at the 'I-Hold-Blade', appearing as intoxicated as if drinking fine wine.

Qian Chen remained with his eyes tightly closed, trapped in the realm of no-self and no-thought, moving purely by blade intent.

"But just by you..." The old demon threw his head back and laughed, disdainful.

There are only a few ways to break the "Worry-Forget Wuyou Naihe Scripture".

The Wuchang Sect has experienced countless assassins who lock on with blade intent and fall into the realm of no-thought, and they have long since left behind sufficient methods to break it. An assassin trapped in such a realm, the sword thrust or saber slash they unleash is indeed divine and brilliant, the peak of their own blade technique. Even in responding to the enemy, the changes are not inferior to the original, and even superior.

But having lost the judgment of consciousness and acting purely by instinct, there still exist huge flaws.

Fatal flaws!

The various human figures behind the old demon suddenly converged, and the rolling black mist merged into three of the figures, instantly making them vivid.

A man with green eyes and yellow whiskers, with deep-set eye sockets, appearing to have Hu bloodline but dressed as a Central Lands scholar-official, sat upright behind the old demon, alone, drinking wine from a single cup;

Another middle-aged man had empty and desolate eyes; although his face was still young, his hair was already white and scattered behind him. Even so, he could still be called handsome. He stood behind the old demon with a sorrowful expression, alone, head held high, sighing at the vastness of heaven and earth...

The last one was a woman of peerless elegance. She looked back at the man's silhouette in front, a slight smile on the corners of her mouth.

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang watched Qian Chen coming with the saber calmly, seeing his figure slightly stall, and the steps under his feet begin to scatter slightly.

The life-bound divine demon cultivated by the old demon is ever-changing; it can be said that he has as many lives as the imprints of people he has condensed.

These three were all his proudest collections in his life. Each one was a Yin Spirit master powerhouse. He possessed all the memories concerning them and had erased their existence from the world. As long as he manifested these three, he could perfectly use all their divine abilities and spells, and even their realms were completely replicated.

"These three are all renowned powerhouses in the world. Each of them was once famous in a region, with extraordinary backgrounds and cultivation, but now only I possess memories about them." The old demon pointed at one of them and introduced him.

"This one is Sun Wuwang, a Yin Spirit True Person of the Jiangdong Sun clan. He was greedy without limit, cruel and fond of killing. Years ago, during the chaos of the mermen in Donghai Commandery, it was this person who struck, plundering and killing the mermen of the sea kingdom. At that time, the Jiangdong fishermen all gnashed their teeth, hating this person deeply. His divine ability, the 'Jiangyue Canglang Art', once struck the Dragon Lady on the ocean, matching the Dragon Clan's innate water-controlling divine ability. Furthermore, he was born with the Sun family's 'Azure Sky Divine Eye', which could see through the flaws of divine abilities and spells. The Dragon Lady true body of the Changle Pavilion Master was seen through by this person."

"In order to collect him perfectly, I first secretly harmed his son, then replaced his son to pursue the Changle Dragon Lady, sowing discord among them, plotting secretly several times, and finally forced Ji Kang to strike, killing my incarnation! Then, when this person struck in anger and was both injured with Ji Kang, I took the opportunity to refine him in Donghai Commandery..."

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang looked intoxicated; this was the proudest calculation of his life. Later, wearing the skin of True Person Sun, he even met Sima Yan, reached a cooperation between the Demon Gate and the Sima family, and framed Ji Kang to his death.

Qian Chen still kept his eyes closed, appearing as if there were no fluctuations of thought, but his spiritual sense within the Dao Dust Pearl was suddenly amused, and he secretly thought: "Now I know why Little Ji Zhen had to strike at you first. And I know why he understands you so deeply..."

"This kid, daring to use me!"

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang noticed that the realm of no-self and no-thought of the person holding the saber had already fluctuated. His divine intent locking onto him was gradually dispersed by these people, because essentially these people were also part of the old demon. When he struck with the saber, the power would definitely decrease by another thirty percent.

He laughed loudly and introduced the next one: "This person is my Qian Shidi. As the Wuchang Sect's Sect Master disciple, the chief true transmission, and the next Sect Master candidate, his aptitude is much higher than mine! Alas, his aptitude is too high; cultivating the 'Worry-Forget Wuyou Naihe Scripture' might not be possible. After all, this scripture tests one's temperament the most."

"Back then, he devoured the most outstanding true transmission disciple of that generation of the Wu Yue Sword Pavilion, but sank into that person's memories, was planted with a seed of love, and fell in love with the same woman as that person. He even risked disguising himself as that person to approach that woman."

"The Sect Master made him kill that woman with his own hands and refine her into an imprint to break the love tribulation. He, however, did not hesitate to expose his identity to help that woman escape, forcing the Sect Master to clean up the sect and refine him into my incarnation! Wuyou Naiheqiao..."

The white-haired middle-aged man transformed into a bone divine bridge, appearing under the old demon's feet: "The prototype of the great divine ability cultivated with such hardship, isn't it just cheaper for me?"

"And there is the world-walking generation of the 'Wind-Feng Feng Wen Lou', peerless in elegance overseas. The ridiculous thing is, she actually liked my Qian Shidi. What a pity! At that time, Qian Shidi no longer had the chance to strike, so it was wasted on me and refined into my incarnation."

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang watched Qian Chen walking step by step toward him with cold eyes, saying: "Once you remember the names and deeds of these people, you have fallen into my divine ability 'Transformation Emotion Water', and will be invaded by a trace of my incarnation into your sea of consciousness. But I didn't sense this thought of yours. It seems you didn't retain that trace of divine thought to react... Killing like this is truly boring!"

"Although your cultivation is a bit lacking, with this blade cultivation, you can also be listed in my proud collections!"

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang sneered, and True Person Sun with green eyes and yellow whiskers beside him stood up abruptly. His green eyes stared fixedly at Qian Chen, having already peered into the changes in his entire aura. As soon as he struck, it was a great river surging and roaring.

A bright moon was reflected in the river water. The river water was transformed by divine ability, and under the impact, it could crush mountain rocks.

A sword light erupted from Qian Chen's shadow, and in an instant, with incredible speed, it pierced through the bright moon reflected in the river water.

The great river surging was just a cover; the real killer was that bright moon.

True Person Sun with green eyes and yellow whiskers looked at his pierced chest and said in astonishment: "Wuyou Wuyou Naihe is it possible, why did my divine eye..."

Little Ji Zhen said coldly: "In order to kill you, I have practiced this sword for thirty years!"

True Person Sun looked at his somewhat familiar features and said suddenly: "So it was you!"

"So it was you..." True Person You Wang took back True Person Sun without caring, and returned behind him as rolling black mist: "Junior Nephew Ji, you hid yourself so deeply. So the righteous path mole that Fu Fu Lao Mo Fu has always wanted to find is you."

"It's a pity you are still a bit too impatient. Two juniors who have cultivated no-self and no-thought also want to come and kill me. Even if you want to kill me, you should have waited until the end, and not be lured out by a mere incarnation."

Little Ji Zhen's face was ugly. Wuyou Wuyou Naihe could he have wanted to come out himself? He was clearly thrown out by Qian Chen.

You Wang laughed loudly: "Your no-self and no-thought is broken, what other skills do you have to strike at me?"

The rolling black mist transformed into a surging river. This is the legendary Wuyou Naihe River of the underworld. In every wave, there is a human figure, performing the love, hate, and enmity of a lifetime from infancy to adulthood, finally dying tragically under the silhouette of an etched-into-the-bone demon lord.

The demonic shadows in the Wuyou Naihe River gathered into a terrifying demon lord with eight arms, grabbing at all of Little Ji Zhen's thoughts.

At this moment, Little Ji Zhen felt his mind go blank; he had already forgotten what he had come to do.

At this time, a thought grabbed by You Wang surfaced, which was Little Ji Zhen's idea about Qian Chen—both shocked and angry: "What the hell is he doing?"

Just as the rolling black mist swept over Qian Chen, he suddenly moved. The cold long saber in his hand was raised, hooking a mysterious arc. His figure was like lightning at this moment, and the crystal-clear Ice Soul long saber transformed into a crystal-clear long rainbow, slashing directly at Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang.

Countless ghost shadows emerged from the black mist behind the old demon, meeting this saber. Every time that ghost shadow was slashed, there would be the despair, wailing, fear, and pleading thoughts of a person dying tragically, seeping into Qian Chen's sea of consciousness, vivid and lifelike, questioning the Dao heart of the righteous path.

Each ghost shadow was enough to weaken a trace of blade intent. Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang was very confident that after this person slashed hundreds of ghost shadows, this slashing saber would have no more power.

"Please, don't kill my husband!" A woman met the long saber, her gaze resolute, her expression vivid.

"My son!" A white-haired old woman rushed toward a man, blocking in front of him.

"Mother!" The man clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his hands bulging, glaring at Qian Chen with gritted teeth.

The life and death of countless people, countless moving memories and sacrifices, all love and beauty appeared under Qian Chen's saber. Just by glancing at it, Little Ji Zhen knew that if this sword were him, he couldn't stab it!

Wuyou Wuyou Naihe could someone be so shameless as to use these sincere and moving spiritual emotions as weapons?

Wuyou Wuyou Naihe could someone have no remorse after committing such monstrous sins!

That bone divine bridge instantly transformed into a white-haired man. In his eyes was endless regret. He met Little Ji Zhen with a sword. In the waving of the long sword, there was a strong tendency for self-destruction. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Where the long sword pointed, these words were etched into the Wuyou Naiheqiao.

Little Ji Zhen's "Hundred-Step Flying Sword" actually retreated for the first time in front of this person. The "Hundred-Step Flying Sword" is a sword technique for killing, but how can it deal with a person seeking death?

Even the strongest assassin can do nothing about this. Even though Little Ji Zhen's flying sword speed is unparalleled, as long as he stabs that silhouette, he will be pulled into the abyss of destruction together with him.

At this moment, Little Ji Zhen had already begun to forget more. On the Wuyou Naiheqiao appeared a seven or eight-year-old child with flesh scales on his body, carved from pink jade, holding a small wooden sword in his hand, pursing his lips, his gaze full of stubbornness.

"Who is that? So familiar!"

Little Ji Zhen struck with the sword, with only a faint doubt in his heart.

At this moment, facing the infinite illusions, facing the various miscellaneous thoughts seeping into the sea of consciousness, a smile appeared on Qian Chen's mouth. He opened his eyes abruptly, full of mockery, and the long saber in his hand, which had been hesitant, instantly became firm.

"This saber, slashing through the self, slashing through demonic nature, slashing through the Supreme Heavenly Demon... what kind of goods are you, also wanting to block me?"

The crystal-clear blade light brushed over the miscellaneous thoughts, and those countless phantoms full of blood and filth, countless struggling and wailing phantoms, suddenly shattered.

The blade light in Qian Chen's hand was cold and crystal-clear, ethereal like an autumn swan, carrying an unconstrained freedom, slashing away the ghost shadows—instantly.

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang screamed uncontrollably. The rolling black mist was drained in front of this saber like a long whale sucking water. The Wuyou Naihe River was pierced by the coldness in the blade light, transformed into a crystal-clear glacier river, and countless imprints were instantly slashed away.

Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang let out a hysterical scream, terrified: "Ice Soul Divine Saber, Slashing Emotion Blade Intent... you are the Guanghan Feng Xianzi of this generation!"

He wrapped himself in demonic light, meeting this saber with the white-haired man and the peerless woman, while he himself transformed into a demonic light, wanting to flee.

The bone divine bridge was slashed off, and the long gauze waved by the woman was also split into fragments filling the sky. The imprints of the two etched in the black mist suddenly surfaced, silently shattering in the blade light. They looked at each other, both showing heartfelt joyful smiles on their faces, and a trace of relief.

The man bowed slightly toward Qian Chen, sending the bone divine bridge under his feet to Qian Chen's feet.

He pursued a certain silhouette, slowly dissipating in the black mist... The woman also followed him, her face full of deep affection.

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At this moment, in the Wu Yue Sword Pavilion, Qian Tang, holding the newly refined life-bound flying sword, was savoring the five world-shocking swords of Li Taibai slaying the Dragon God on the great river. The sword light in his hand bloomed into lotus flowers, but it only had the form. He stopped the sword light from time to time, gesturing and pondering, murmuring in his mouth: "Green Lotus Sword Song, Taibai's Legacy Sword..."

Just as he was addicted to sword Dao, something flashed through his mind.

It seemed like a bolt of lightning pierced his body, making Qian Tang tremble and say: "Senior Brother? No... he is... a demon lord?"

In the inner courtyard of the Gu family, Zhang Tongyun, who had already married, was suddenly stunned. A clear tear flowed down her beautiful face and dripped onto the teacup in front of her. She drew the long sword that had not been drawn for decades, and in the courtyard, accompanied by the first snow of early winter, danced in the wind.

The sword light rose with the snowflakes, and the world was a vast whiteness...

Overseas, in the Wind-Feng Feng Wen Lou, everyone was caught off guard. Someone picked up a pen and wrote on the bamboo slip in their hand: "Who stole our memories?"

"Our world-walking generation died and we didn't even know! Shame, shame! Must send people to the Central Lands to investigate!"

In the Yin wind, True Person Gu, who was carefully leaning against the Mountain-River Phase Tripod to adjust his breath beside the dragon carriage, suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Wrong, how come I seem to have extra memories? True Person Sun? Does the Sun family have this person?"

On the God-Sacrificing Platform, the two-headed baboon sitting cross-legged suddenly frowned, and a solemn voice came from the stone platform: "Wrong, my memories have returned! There is a change at Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang's place!"

Fu Fu Lao Mo Fu looked up toward the direction where Qian Chen and the others were. The black-gold demonic light all over his body transformed into chains, about to flee toward that strange place. At this time, a small jade seal buried under the stone platform suddenly erupted with unimaginable divine light, and the entire stone platform began to tremble violently.

On the God-Sacrificing Platform, a divine light soared into the sky...

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Unable to care about the pain of those slashed imprints, Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang transformed into a demonic light, wanting to flee toward the God-Sacrificing Platform.

"Fu Fu Lao Mo Fu and the others must have noticed the change. For this person to slash away the imprints I swallowed, he needs a breath... As long as I hold on for this period of time, they won't be able to escape! Even if it is the Guanghan Feng Xianzi of this generation of Guanghan Palace, what can she do?"

At this moment, the blade light in Qian Chen's hand fell, slashing away dense memories. The walking dead in the hall revealed smiles of relief one after another, and Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang also revealed a smile of survival in sight.

But at this moment, he saw the same blade light as the long saber in Qian Chen's hand, pressed into the hands of a bald man wearing monk robes, appearing in front of him.

Infinite black mist gathered on him, and a bit of deeply etched obsession surfaced from the blade light.

Little Ji Zhen also subconsciously raised his head, only to see infinite black mist merging into the silhouette of a monk, and an unimaginable blade light emerging from this person's hand...

"Relief!"

"Slashing Emotion!"

The two blade lights, one in front and one behind, crossed. His line of sight only stayed at the moment when the two blade lights intertwined.

At this time, deep regret surfaced in Fu Fu Lao Mo You Wang's heart. The obsession in that saber was actually so terrifying!

His last hope of survival was actually destroyed by the divine ability "Worry-Forget Domain" he thought he could rely on.

This was his last thought!

Qian Chen slowly put away the saber, watching the silhouette of the monk gradually dissipate. The "I-Hold" in his hand calmed its trembling. The old demon's headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and everything returned to calm!

Qian Chen inserted the "I-Hold" saber into the zither belly. The "Worry-Forget Wuyou Naihe Scripture" is truly a self-destructive cultivation method. Looking at that old demon's greedy and burning appearance, he actually thought he could really withstand it!

See, giving you a chance, you yourself are useless!