Chapter 644: Blade Slays the Poison God

Apart from Qin Wuyan, everyone present was a long-renowned old Demon.

For a righteous person like Yu Liancheng, there was naturally no need to speak of martial arts morality; they attacked in a swarm.

Dushen was an old Demon with five hundred years of cultivation and Dao practice; normally, he should not have struck easily.

It was just that Yu Liancheng had previously slaughtered his three disciples and beheaded Baidu Zi, performing with such overwhelming strength that he had no choice but to prepare a strict formation to ensure absolute safety.

Seeing this, Dushen took out a tattered bag and opened it, and black Qi flew out from the bag in a continuous stream.

But looking closely, where was there any black Qi? It was clearly one after another of hideous black insects, dense and numerous, as small as a fingernail, covering the sky and earth to form a massive screen of dark shadow, shrouding Yu Liancheng; just looking at it made one feel a wave of scalp-numbing horror and bone-chilling cold.

These insects could not be underestimated.

Each insect was not only highly poisonous but its wings were incomparably sharp; large trees were easily sliced into powder, drifting and scattering down.

"Little brat, return my disciple's life."

Among the experts present, Xixue Laoyao was likely the one who most wanted to eliminate Yu Liancheng and be done with it.

This person was an old monster of the Demon Sect who had been in seclusion for many years, practicing the evil and demonic "Blood-Sucking Technique," which required absorbing the essence and blood of living people into the body to cultivate; it was extremely strange and terrifying.

Xixue Laoyao's disciple was Jiang Laosan, who had been killed by Yu Liancheng in the small town; upon learning that his disciple had been killed, Xixue Laoyao was furious.

One must know that his lineage had a very poor reputation due to the Blood-Sucking Technique, and the cultivation process was dangerous and unpredictable; one careless move and the demonic technique would backfire, causing one to explode in blood and die. Therefore, even within the Demon path, very few people were willing to practice it.

This Jiang Laosan was a disciple he had finally taken a fancy to over a dozen years ago, and his personality happened to suit his own eccentric temper, so he was very fond of him in his heart. Unexpectedly, he died so inexplicably this time; how could he not be angry?

Xixue Laoyao pinched a seal with both hands, and suddenly the sound of ghosts crying erupted; a skull flashing with dark red light flew into mid-air, spinning incessantly and growing in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the skull had become as tall as a person, roaring and howling, with eerie, fierce blood light shooting into the sky, bringing with it a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling as it lunged at Yu Liancheng.

Dushen's fourth disciple, Qin Wuyan, held a jade flute and played it leisurely. He had an excellent appearance, and the jade flute was even more exquisite, but at this moment, the flute sound was like ghosts crying, extremely piercing. The ground suddenly bulged, and the sound of rustling was incessant as giant ants crawled out, each half a person in size, pitch-black all over, radiating a sharp intent.

These ants suddenly spread their wings and headed straight for Yu Liancheng.

And Duanmu Laozu, the Dumen Sire, and other Wandu Sect experts also each used their ultimate skills, heading toward Yu Liancheng.

Watching the surging offensive coming his way, Yu Liancheng let out a long whistle, an expression of excitement appearing on his face: "Well come!"

He did not use the Ten Thousand Daos Boundless, but simply swung the 'Qianduo Modao' in his hand; it looked like a simple slash, but when used by Yu Liancheng, it reached the pinnacle of perfection. That streak of black blade Qi suddenly split into two, two into four, four into eight... finally transforming into an ocean of blade Qi, with endless black blade Qi surging out.

Bi Yao and the others looked into the air and saw the black, endless blade Qi galloping and flowing wantonly; the attacks of Dushen and the others could not even approach the ocean of blade Qi by half a step, and instead, the ocean of blade Qi charged in all directions, invincible, forcing the group of experts into a state of panic and caught off guard.

"Aunt Xiaobai, it seems we don't need to worry about him." Bi Yao giggled.

Xiaobai's brows furrowed slightly: "Bi Yao, you don't have to call me Aunt."

"But you are an old friend of my father and mother; I can't just call you Sister." Bi Yao blinked her bright, clear eyes, appearing especially cunning and cute.

Xiaobai smiled charmingly and rubbed Bi Yao's head: "You can just call me Sister; let's each use our own forms of address."

"……Is that so."

Bi Yao showed a hint of hesitation, then suddenly pointed at the Wandu Sect disciples flying over not far away and cried out: "Let's talk about such small matters later; the people from the Wandu Sect are attacking, let's go meet the enemy."

After speaking, Bi Yao activated the Sorrowful Flower and killed her way toward the Wandu Sect disciples.

"This little girl is really jealous." Xiaobai shook her head, laughing in spite of herself, and stepped forward to help Bi Yao repel the enemy.

Just like that, Yu Liancheng engaged in a fierce battle with the top experts of the Wandu Sect, while Bi Yao and the others dealt with the underlings, preventing them from interfering in this battle.

Dark clouds gathered in mid-air, transforming into an ocean of blade Qi, and the corpses of various poisonous insects fell like rain; Dushen and the others were becoming more and more alarmed as they fought.

Yu Liancheng was a high monk of Tianyin Temple; logically speaking, he should be using 'Great Brahma Prajna' to face the enemy, but now he was using a Demon blade to fight against many experts of the Demon Sect, not falling behind in the slightest.

Moreover, what this Yu Liancheng practiced seemed to be the long-extinct 'Body Refining' lineage. The reason they thought this was because the power of Yu Liancheng's blade technique was too strong, to the point that they could not believe this was the 'martial arts' they usually looked down upon; after all, the martial arts of this world were indeed not outstanding enough.

Facing the unfathomable Yu Liancheng, Dushen no longer dared to hold anything back, continuing to activate the tattered cloth bag and releasing a continuous stream of poisonous creatures from it.

This bag looked ordinary, even a bit tattered, but it was a treasure of no small significance, called the 'Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect Bag', which had always been ranked alongside the Ghost King Sect's Fulong Cauldron, the Lianxue Hall's 'Blood-Devouring Bead', and the Hehuan Sect's 'Hehuan Bell' as the four great wonders of the Demon Sect, containing countless poisonous insects and poisons within.

At this moment, Dushen released a black centipede the size of a small hill, which was quite terrifying.

"Stop!

" Yu Liancheng, who was swinging his blade, suddenly let out a cold shout, shaking their minds.

"Oh." Dushen sneered: "Divine Monk Puzhen, are you finally afraid?"

But he heard Yu Liancheng say in a cold tone: "You are all going to die, and your magic treasures will all belong to me; if you dare to use the Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect Bag again to consume the poisonous creatures inside, I will take your life."

This sentence was truly arrogant to the extreme; even Dushen was so angry that he was furious, shouting: "Good for you, Puzhen, today I will send you to see your senior brother."

He then activated new poisonous insects.

"Seeking death!

"

Yu Liancheng's face turned cold, and he couldn't be bothered to test moves anymore; under the sensing of his Qi, he locked onto his target and slashed out with his blade from a distance.

The blade momentum was vast and mighty, like a wild dragon from the nine heavens. The blade Qi filling the sky swept away the surrounding airflow, slashing down like Opening Heaven, heading straight for Dushen.

The two sides were over thirty zhang apart, yet Dushen sensed a life-and-death crisis.

He let out a roar, activating all his magic power to resist this terrifying slash.

However, whether it was poisonous insects or poisonous Qi, anything that stood in front of this slash was easily sliced apart.

Amidst a scream, a cloud of blood mist exploded.

Dushen was dead.

A hand seemed to reach out from the void, catching the 'Ten Thousand Poisons Return to the Sect Bag'.

"Old and still not cherishing life; clearly could have lived a while longer, yet insisted on courting death."