Chapter 463: The Front is Dark as a Long Night, the Immortal Han is Brilliant and Western Kunlun Turns

In the dark depths of the ground, Qian Chen stood in the Yin wind. The surrounding caves were strange and varied, and the evil qi underground was like a thin layer of gray fog, floating in the void.

And in front of Qian Chen, the ancient bronze mirror was floating. The divine runes shallowly carved on the mirror surface were ancient and vigorous. The mirror light on it floated, with a diameter of about a zhang, composed of countless complex and mysterious runes, emitting a faint spiritual light, as if it were a bright moon reflected by a bronze mirror.

The faint clear radiance floated shallowly. It was Qian Chen using the Round Light Technique to borrow the imitation Western Kunlun Mirror, through the Luo Tian world that shrouded the entire cave heaven, to capture everything underground into the mirror light.

The Sentient Sword stood on the back of the ancient bronze mirror, and the few Profound Heaven Star Stones on it flickered with starlight, outlining the shape of the Big Dipper.

Qian Chen pressed one hand on the ancient bronze mirror and suddenly opened his eyes. Through the perspective of the ancient mirror, like a bright moon high above looking down, he captured everything within thousands of miles of the God-Sacrificing Platform into his eyes.

Observing like a cave fire, illuminating ten thousand miles!

Xie An watched from the side as the figures of the True Persons of the righteous path scattered in the abyss appeared one by one in the mirror, and couldn't help but nod secretly—this underground abyss had demon sounds and wind evil hindering spiritual sense, and his spiritual thoughts could hardly penetrate a hundred miles.

To want to be like this, to project everything within thousands of miles onto the spot, fiber by fiber, could only be done with the help of the power of a divine artifact.

"Taibai, who do you think the Demon Sect's target will be?"

Xie An's eyes swept over Wang Longxiang, his own grandson Xie Lingyun, True Person Zhu, Sima Yue, and others one by one, and suddenly turned to ask Qian Chen.

Qian Chen did not answer, but his gaze passed through layers of void and condensed on one person.

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"Damn it! That pretty boy is really not a good person!"

The big black man who could carry a tripod in the Copper Sparrow Tower in the past climbed up from the ground, cursing, patted his butt, and looked around. Seeing someone setting up a long spear and sitting upright not far away, his face was happy, and he went up to cup his fists and said: "Brother Liu!"

"Brother Ada, you're awake too?" Liu Yu picked up the bright silver long spear and stood up suddenly: "Just now, when I was rolled into the chaotic flow of the void, I happened to meet you nearby. You were rolled by the chaotic flow, so I pulled you to my side."

The big black man Wu Da cupped his fists: "Thanks to Brother Xie!"

"That Li Taibai took action in the Copper Sparrow Tower before, slapped those old men's faces, and gained face for us loose cultivators. I actually recognized him as a good person! I didn't expect this person to be even more treacherous than those rich old men... The whole person is rotten to the core."

The big black man put his hands on his hips and cursed angrily: "It's also because I wasn't prepared, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have let him use that little mirror to get us all here!"

Liu Yu smiled bitterly secretly. That was not a little mirror for a girl to dress up, but the ancient divine artifact Western Kunlun Mirror. Let alone Li Taibai suddenly taking action to sneak an attack, even if he took action openly, I'm afraid not many people could take it.

"Brother Ada, I don't know how many dangers are here. We must be careful and find the others quickly. Li Taibai scattered us, which inevitably gives the demons an opportunity! Even if we are made of iron, we can't fight hundreds of demon nails!"

Liu Yu picked up the long spear, identified a direction, and turned to the big black man.

The big black man jumped on the ground and moved his fists and feet: "I listen to Brother!"

The two identified a direction and walked in the dark for half an hour. At this time, the Yin evil qi in the wind gradually became murderous. Liu Yu frowned slightly and looked up to see a shadowy figure in the darkness ahead.

He picked up the bright silver spear, let the big black man stay behind, and walked up himself, only to see that the figure was a monk holding a bowl, wearing a coarse cloth monk robe, the copper bowl in his hand was rusty, and twelve ring scars were branded on his head, facing away from him, looking into the distance.

Liu Yu raised his hand and cupped his fists: "Master, why are you here?"

"Waiting for a fated person!" The monk said in a low voice.

The big black man behind chased up a few steps, leaned to Liu Yu's ear and said: "This monk has twelve ring scars, he's evil. I don't think he's a good person!"

Liu Yu's face gradually became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "What kind of person is the fated person the Master is waiting for?"

"Whoever inherits the remaining qi of the Great Han is the fated person!" The monk standing in front slowly turned his head. The big black man saw this scene, couldn't help but take a step back, pointed at him and said tremblingly: "He... he has no face!"

"Heart Buddha Sect—Faceless Demon Monk!"

Liu Yu stared angrily, looking up at the strange face that was very similar to the bald head on the back of the monk's head, but with two eye sockets and the arc of cheeks.

In the darkness ahead, countless corpses stood like a forest.

A tall man with skin like jade stood in the forest of corpses. His palms were the most peculiar, his fingers were straight and slender, each knuckle was distinct, his skin was moist and fair, and there was not a single callus on his whole body. Just those hands were so perfect that they didn't look like a 'human'.

But close to an 'immortal'!

In the eyes of Liu Yu, who was deeply cultivating martial arts, this pair of ordinary hands was even more terrifying than the Faceless Demon Monk without a face. Because every inch of skin and every knuckle of this hand contained unspeakable tyrannical power. In Liu Yu's induction, just relying on this pair of hands was enough to grab the long spear he stabbed out.

"A pair of hands close to physical sanctification!"

Wu Da behind Liu Yu had already noticed something wrong. Carrying a pair of iron fists, he was about to rush up. Liu Yu hurriedly blocked him with his spear: "Brother Ada, you go first!"

Liu Yu knew that Wu Da, who had barbarian blood and natural witch blood, whose body was polished and tempered to be quite tyrannical, would not be stronger than tofu in front of these hands.

"Corpse-Driving Sect Duan Ya, Fu Fu Lao Mo Duan!"

Liu Yu remembered the four Yang Spirits that Li Taibai had mentioned.

At that time, hearing that the four Yang Spirits of the Demon Sect ambushed Li Taibai but failed, he was half-believing and half-doubting, and even only believed four parts, while doubting six parts... Four Yang Spirits took action to intercept and kill one person. Even if this person was Li Taibai, who had become famous in Jiankang in recent days, he shouldn't have returned without success. But now, he believed it ten parts.

As a mere Battalion Commander of the Northern Garrison, only at the Yin Spirit Realm, I never expected to trouble four masters of the Yang Spirit Realm to take action.

Or rather, three!

Because now, only three were visible. The one burning with dark golden light behind, standing on a stone cliff in the distance like a burning sun in the darkness, should be Elder Fu Wuxu of the Nine You Sect.

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"It really is him!"

In front of the Western Kunlun Mirror, Qian Chen waved his sleeve and rolled up the ancient bronze mirror. Xie An also stepped out, and the two instantly entered the floating mirror light that changed indefinitely.

Si Qingcheng only heard Qian Chen's last instruction: "Stay here and meet us!"

"Liu Yu carries the remaining qi of the Immortal Han, and his life pattern is noble beyond words, but it is covered by natural seals. I took him into the Northern Prefecture Army and taught him the secret methods of the military family, just wanting to use the qi of the Northern Prefecture Army to cover up his extraordinary nature. I didn't expect that they would eventually notice it!"

Xie An's figure shuttled through the mirror light, sighing faintly with his hands behind his back.

Before the Demon Sect found Liu Yu, he hadn't even said anything to Qian Chen. Only now that the Demon Sect had killed their way to Liu Yu's eyes did he reveal a hint of the situation.

"The fake reckless one also wants to swallow the dragon. Sima Yan is truly delusional!" Qian Chen sneered slightly.

"The luck of the Immortal Han is so majestic. Even if only that trace of the Shu Han remains, it is enough to create a Primordial Spirit! But for someone with such a noble life pattern, it is not easy to seize his luck. On the Demon-Burying Stone Platform, there must be Sima Yan's layout!" Xie An said solemnly.

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"The three of us took action, leaving the Demon-Burying Stone Platform empty, which is a gamble that there are no two Yang Spirits lurking nearby on the righteous path! But even so, we cannot delay too much time!"

Fu Fu Lao Mo Fu's voice echoed slowly in everyone's spiritual sense. He turned his head suddenly, and the endless dark golden demon fire and black gold demon light in his hands gathered into a chain. His black hair rose behind him like flames.

A long chain was pulled out, and a chain burning with demon flames passed through the forest of corpses, winding around the waist with a clattering sound. The dark red and red-gold demon fire swept up, with heads and eyes, rushing out from the chain. It was a three-legged black golden crow.

The chain turned into a slash of the Jin Wu, hitting Liu Yu head-on.

Facing this chain of infinite demon power, the martial arts divine image fused by Liu Yu's three souls and seven spirits appeared. His figure was infinitely tall, turning into a substantial dharma image, roaring at the sky and letting out a long whistle.

Then, this roar, like a dragon's chant, accompanied by the bright silver long spear he held behind him and suddenly swung, hit the Jin Wu in the sky.

The spear shaft was like a stick, smashing towards the sky, shaking the Yin wind and evil qi.

The rolling evil qi made a thunderous roar, taking the spear shaft as a point, and suddenly exploded.

Thunder mixed with the raging air wave, like a giant stone thrown into the water, set off a wave of earth and stone several zhang high. The big black man standing behind Liu Yu felt an irresistible giant force coming, his eyes went black, his body was completely overturned by the aftermath, and he was swept away heavily.

The twelve-zhang long tail of the silver spear suddenly picked up like a real dragon raising its head, stabbing straight at Fu Fu Lao Mo Fu's heart.

But as Fu Fu Lao Mo Fu pulled the long chain, the spear shaft, which had already been entangled by the chain, was directly brought towards Fu Fu Lao Mo Fu by the tyrannical magic power.

Liu Yu's rooted martial arts divine image could not stabilize such a huge force. Without any seals, only the most simple toughness, the indestructible long spear was cast with the method of a divine weapon and had always been Liu Yu's most trusted partner. But at this moment, he even felt that he could not stabilize the long spear. The picked spear was suddenly interrupted, and the spear shaft in his hand was like a long bow, bent into an exaggerated arc.

One step out.

The figure in the forest of corpses also disappeared in front of Liu Yu.

Fu Fu Lao Mo Duan's fist, like a giant hand covering the sky, with the power to split mountains and crack rocks, smashed onto the long spear Liu Yu held across his chest. The long spear, which had been stretched into a bow, suddenly rebounded, throwing itself out of Liu Yu's hand and smashing into his chest.

The martial arts divine image shattered in an instant. Liu Yu opened his mouth, and dark red blood, like molten iron, sprayed out violently.

Liu Yu's majestic martial arts cultivator blood qi was as thick as mercury. At this moment, it sprayed out, carrying a scorching aura, like magma... He only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then an indescribable tyrannical power instantly penetrated his whole body. His joints exploded like firecrackers, and he didn't even really see the figure like a demon god behind the fist.

The Faceless Demon Monk lowered his head and sighed, turning the copper bowl in his hand upside down.

Liu Yu's body was shrouded in a layer of dark red, and blood mist, like burning flames, exploded from his pores. He was almost defenseless and was captured into the copper bowl.

At this time, a long sword, six feet long, two fingers wide, with a slender body, flowing with crimson blood light, wrapped with fine snake scales on the hilt, and inlaid with seven stars, suddenly slashed out from the void.

It blocked the ancient and dilapidated copper bowl...

The Faceless Demon Monk looked up and saw a mirror light emerging beside him.

In the mirror, a swordsman whose eyes looked like a middle-aged man, yet also like a young man, whose age could not be distinguished, held a sword and blocked it under the copper bowl. His eyes were as bright as stars, with a touch of carelessness, but with seven parts of sword qi whistling.

Behind him was an old man with white hair, an elegant temperament, and eyes as clear as a baby's, with an even more innocent and returning-to-truth quality, looking towards the Faceless Zen Master.

At this moment, Faceless felt his demon heart, hidden under layers of external appearances, suddenly vibrate, as if reached directly to the bottom of his heart by these two gazes.

"Li Taibai!"

"Xie Anshi!" ===== CHAPTER 464 =====