Chapter 154

The cave walls were as clean as if washed, the bright light rippling.

The Daoist was originally sitting cross-legged on a jade platform, his body bound by four nine-colored dragon-shackle chains from the four directions of east, west, south, and north, isolated from heaven and earth, forming a scene of his own.

His aura was empty and dark as if nothing, not stained by a speck of dust.

But as he raised his sleeve.

In an instant, the mountains moved together, and the clouds swept away.

A sword light, like a divine dragon, flashed out from his sleeve, slashing through thousands of voids and soaring into the sky!

In an instant.

After the sword light had flown thousands of miles away, the whistling sound finally echoed across the sky, like waves hitting the shore, continuous, the momentum terrifying to the extreme.

This scene shocked the countless servants and maids in the Golden Drum Cave; first they were stunned, then they realized what had happened, turned their eyes to the direction of Qiao Yubi's retreat cave, cheered and knelt on the ground, their faces full of joy.

And not just the Golden Drum Cave.

At the moment the sword light pierced the sky and covered the earth.

Everywhere it passed—

Every immortal superior in retreat opened their eyes.

Demons, ghosts, and Yin spirits all trembled in horror, sweating like rain, their hearts palpitating as if to die.

And those with divine abilities and magic power all looked up at the sky in a daze, only vaguely seeing a rainbow light flashing and disappearing in the atmosphere, gone in an instant, but unable to see the true form of the rainbow light.

A few breaths later, they lowered their heads.

At this time, they felt as if their eyes were pricked by needles, extremely painful, and everything they saw was like clouds covering their faces, a vast whiteness, unable to see for a time.

After a long time, the pain eased slightly.

Far away.

On a small, dark mountain.

Lou Fu, hearing only the sound of the atmosphere shaking, knew it was serious, hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, lowered his head, and did not dare to watch.

After a long while.

He slowly straightened his back and laughed, but a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"The True Lord actually came out of retreat? And this sword... who exactly is it meant to slash?"

Just as this sword was issued.

While countless living beings were restless and suspicious.

In the Golden Drum Cave.

Qiao Yubi stood up from the jade platform, and the four nine-colored dragon-shackle chains that had bound his body disappeared without a trace with a 'Clatter', vanishing into the void in the blink of an eye.

He lightly urged his vast and endless magic power, and with just one step, he disappeared from the spot.

And in another place.

Beneath a towering mountain with deep forests and craggy rocks everywhere.

Yue You's sure-fire palm failed to land solidly, stopping stiffly three inches above Chen Hang's head, unable to move any further.

"Damn it! What's going on?!"

Yue You was terrified, feeling as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, his breathing abnormal, his whole body cold.

He exerted all his strength, struggling desperately, but couldn't move his body, not even a tiny bit.

In this state of anxiety.

Suddenly.

The distant sky shook violently.

Then an unstoppable, magnificent sword light killed its way over!

"Qiao Yubi?"

Seeing that sharp, peerless sword light crashing into his eyes, although it hadn't approached yet, his skin and bones already ached, as if ten thousand blades were cutting his face, simply heart-rending!

Yue You's expression changed drastically, but he could only watch helplessly as the sword light flashed across, arriving within reach in an instant.

Then.

It brushed past him.

And went straight to the dying Chen Hang, ruthlessly falling and splitting his brow!

This scene happened in a flash of lightning.

Yue You had just formed the thought in his mind.

The sword light that locked his body and primordial spirit had flashed and disappeared with unparalleled speed, as if it had slashed Chen Hang on the spot.

"..."

At this time.

After the sword light dissipated.

Yue You also seemed to have lost a layer of shackles, his hands and feet free.

He touched his head tremblingly in disbelief, as if to verify whether his skull was still securely hanging on his neck.

After confirming it was real.

He looked at Chen Hang, who had lost all spirit and fallen to the ground, with a strange and inexplicable expression.

Although Chen Hang was gasping for breath just now, he was barely hanging on to his last breath with his physical vitality, but after the sword light broke his skull, even that last breath was suddenly extinguished.

"Qiao Yubi, that scoundrel! Could it be that he only wants to curry favor with Yushu now? No, as far as I know, he doesn't seem to have that kind of temperament..."

Yue You frowned and tentatively released his aura to sense.

But upon this inspection.

He took a few steps back, his face changing drastically, as if he had discovered something unbelievable.

"This kind of sword technique... this kind of sword technique!"

Yue You couldn't hide his shock, shouting to himself:

"He was clearly severely injured by Yushu with a great divine ability; how could the injuries from that Divine Sand Flying Snow be easily healed?! And then I heard he killed Qiao Zhijie while injured, wasn't that adding frost to snow? But, but..."

"In that case, can this sword still be seen?"

Just as Yue You's heart was churning, a voice rang in his ears.

"Ba Snake Yue You, it's been a long time since we last met? Seeing that you are still alive and well, it's just disappointing; how lenient is Heaven?"

"Qiao Yubi, you damned scoundrel, don't get too carried away!"

Yue You sneered, turned his eyes, and shouted:

"A mere loser to Yushu, dare you speak so boldly here? Sooner or later, you and the troublesome Zhongyi Sword Sect behind you will face a disaster!"

"Then in your opinion, if I face Chen Yushu again. With my current sword technique, can I win against him?"

Footsteps sounded slowly.

A Daoist about thirty years old, with a handsome and gentle appearance, stepped forward slowly.

He had an elegant bearing, macro-internal and wandering-external, and was at ease, making people feel some goodwill in addition to awe.

Only in those eyes was there a deep, thick, and shrill killing intent that could slash anything! It made everyone who saw it feel a chill, and fear arose!

"I think I should not be able to defeat him. Although I can't guess what Chen Yushu's plan is, his painstaking efforts, even to the point of betraying his sect and sitting in a cave heaven, I'm afraid it's not just for a position of Union with Dao?"

Without waiting for Yue You to speak.

Qiao Yubi shook his head slightly, talking to himself:

"Unless I reach the realm of 'One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws', otherwise there is still a distance between him and me that I cannot cross."

The voice was calm, without any joy or anger, like a calm lake.

Hearing it in Yue You's ears, it was like a great bell, almost causing his soul to lose control.

After his expression changed several times.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows, laughed, and pointed at Chen Hang. He shouted:

"Qiao Yubi, do you know who he is? And you want to save him? Save a blood descendant of an enemy? There is 'love the house and its crow' in this world, so there will naturally be 'hate the rest of the servants'; even the immortals who have attained immortal status are mostly like this!

If you save Chen Hang, how can you face your junior sister? If that beauty has a spirit in the underworld, I'm afraid she won't be able to close her eyes!"

The sword Qiao Yubi issued was not to kill, but to save.

Chen Hang's aura was already like oil about to burn out, about to be extinguished, only using his physical body to hang on to a breath, so he wouldn't die on the spot.

Even if Yue You didn't kill him, he would be hard to live.

But that sword that traversed the sky not only slashed away the little remaining vitality in Chen Hang's body but also killed the death intent within him clean.

Afterward, the sword qi stayed in his brain and entered the sea of qi, as if a Holy Embryo had been breathed and formed, which could replace the story of breathing and refining the body to nourish life.

This was equivalent to forcibly extending Chen Hang's life!

Such sword technique.

It had truly reached a realm that ghosts and gods could not fathom.

Like a spiritual treasure of Heaven—

It can return to the Heavenly Pass, turn the Earth Axis, open the Gate of Kan and Li, and make the Dragon and Tiger converge; this is the wonder of wonders!

The fact that Chen Hang slashed the Small Pure Yang Thunder with one sword was enough to make Yue You surprised and cold in his heart.

And Qiao Yubi had now refined his cultivation and cultivated such a sword technique that slashes ghosts and gods!

If he looked favorably upon Chen Hang.

That would be a real trouble, with endless poison and infinite future troubles!

Qiao Yubi was a direct descendant of the Qiao family of Mishan, and later entered the Zhongyi Sword Sect by virtue of his sword Dao talent.

After cultivating the Pure Yang Dao Fruit and establishing great Dao merits.

He rarely used his family background to overcome public opinion and gain real power in the sect.

If there was such a person with an ultimate honorable position as a reliance—

Chen Yushu, who was now drawing a circle as a prison, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to attack Chen Hang for a while, as his whip couldn't reach that far.

Yue You naturally understood the principle of 'if you don't kill the tiger, you will suffer from it', which is why he said those provocative words.

He didn't ask Qiao Yubi to be shaken immediately, as long as there was a rift in his heart, things would naturally take effect as time passed.

After all, as one of the principals, Yue You naturally knew the inside story of Qiao Yubi's relationship with that junior sister...

In Yue You's expectation, Qiao Yubi couldn't help but be moved!

But after a while.

Qiao Yubi's expression remained calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.

This gave Yue You a sense of powerlessness, as if he had thrown a punch but hit empty air.

He spread his hands in self-abandonment and teased:

"You thief, you are truly becoming as cold as iron now, without any human aura, how boring! However, as an old friend, I have one last word to advise you."

"As the saying goes, like father like son, it is the norm of humanity! Yushu is a romantic and lustful temperament, you know, and I'm afraid this brat has also been tainted by a few points."

Yue You shook his head playfully:

"The two Qiao women in your family are beautiful and moving, aren't they? Now that you have saved Chen Hang, aren't you afraid that your house will catch fire in the future?"

Qiao Yubi looked at Yue You and suddenly shook his head and smiled, saying:

"You think he is just lustful? This person's heart is as firm as iron, and he can spare nothing to achieve his goals.

It's a pity you followed him for so many years, yet you are still so shallow in your knowledge, without any progress; beasts are indeed short-sighted and lack strategy."

Without waiting for Yue You to get angry.

He added:

"As for Chen Hang, regardless of other things, if this person admires the orthodox path and does not act like a demon, the stories between the younger generation will naturally be decided by them; why should I interfere?"

Yue You was speechless for a time, unable to say anything.

"The old days have been recounted, will you commit suicide, or do you want to die?"

Qiao Yubi said lightly.

"The thief is still looking down on people like this!"

Yue You opened his mouth, then flew into a rage.

He let out a sharp whistle, spat out a brilliant golden bead from his mouth, and at the same time, his body turned into a strange gray light.

But after rushing out three steps, his eyes dimmed, and he fell to the ground and died.

A sword wound as thin as a needle on his brow moved slightly, just trembled, and his torso turned into flying ash and dissipated; except for the Escape Realm Shuttle, all his external objects were destroyed.

"You were a bright pearl, why bother casting yourself into the dark?"

Qiao Yubi sighed lightly, raised his hand, and took the Escape Realm Shuttle into his sleeve.

And at this time.

On the spot where Yue You's spiritual body died.

Only a drop of blood as bright as the red sun hung slightly, emitting a rippling light.

Qiao Yubi looked closely, and through the blood drop, he seemed to see a water-sky world with boundless smoke and waves.

Vast and boundless—

In the millions of water flows, the Ba Snake that had lost its spiritual body was raging, hissing at the sky, stirring up waves like ridges.

And in front of a chessboard.

A handsome Daoist in purple clothes and a golden crown was sitting, his eyelids drooping, his expression indifferent.

The five Great Demon Lord statues standing behind him were devouring and refining each other's torsos, as if stars were striking the sky, creating thousands of magnificent phenomena.

As if sensing Qiao Yubi's gaze.

Chen Yushu, who was in meditation, felt something and suddenly opened his eyes.

Then he smiled slightly, warm as snow melting on a spring mountain.

"Yubi, long time no see. This time, I'll let you have the first move; I'll trouble you to take care of my son."

As his voice fell.

In front of him.

That drop of Pure Yang essence blood was instantly burned to nothing, no longer having a form.

"Three Pure Yang Disasters, Nine Union with Dao Difficulties... The will of Heaven has been hard to ask since ancient times, how difficult is the Great Dao to expect?"

After a moment.

Qiao Yubi sighed inexplicably.

He took Chen Hang into his sleeve, turned around, and disappeared instantly.

In the black darkness.

It seemed that the shouts of millions of people and the sound of thunder suddenly exploded, and after a moment of rumbling, it suddenly became silent.

All the countless things of the past went and returned like the tide.

In a trance.

Chen Hang felt that he had returned to that small house, and when he inhaled hard, he could only smell the empty cold wind and the lingering illness.

Countless figures flashed before him, their appearances all blurry, all rustling.

Like the disturbing noise made by narrow bamboo leaves half a finger wide rubbing against each other...

Chen Hang looked at this scene expressionlessly.

He reached out, subconsciously wanting to grip the sword hilt, but only caught a handful of emptiness.

Lowering his head again.

He realized that his hands had long been broken off at the root; the action just now seemed to be just a hallucination in his brain.

"This is?"

Chen Hang was slightly surprised.

But before he could think more, his body began to ache violently, every inch of skin and flesh feeling as if it were being cut back and forth by blades.

His consciousness was in a trance again, as if his soul had left his body.

He didn't know how long had passed.

When he opened his eyes again, he only saw a strange scene.

Mist curled, strange flowers sprayed fragrance.

A huge six-dragon treasure tripod was the first thing to come into view, the tripod body bright red and vibrant, as if it had been scorched by heavenly fire, and countless thunder and lightning sounds erupted from within.

The firelight was fluorescent, flying out in succession, brilliant and bright, scorching and shining.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but be surprised, and just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a burst of footsteps behind him, coming from far to near, and soon arrived nearby.

"Eh? Brother, you are awake already?"

The man opened his mouth and laughed:

"As expected of the world's number one Qi Cultivation technique, Tai Shi Yuan Zhen, it is truly extraordinary!"