Chapter 285: Familiar Strangeness
The horse thieves were already living a life of licking blood with their swords. The city guards followed their city lord to fight this time, and they were also fearless of death. After all, people seek good luck and avoid disaster. When they know they are in a dead end, especially when the enemy still plans to kill them, no matter how strong their fighting will is, they cannot resist the desire to survive.
"Damn it, we fought him!"
"No, no! Lord Demon Sect, please let me go! We have killed many city guards, I don't want to be burned to death!"
"Yes, I won't fight, let me out!"
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As some horse thieves and city guards fell into panic, some people began to try to leave Dajiaoping, and even tried to break out of the wall of fire composed of black flames.
"No, don't mess up the situation!" Xiao Yuanfeng shouted sharply.
But they still couldn't stop the panicked soldiers. These people ran towards the edge of Dajiaoping with shouts. However, the moment they touched the black flames, the hysterical roars suddenly fell silent...
Slowly, everyone gradually calmed down, and the remaining city guards and horse thieves who could still maintain their senses chose to stop attacking and looked at the Demon Cult boy with wary expressions.
Yi Xifeng saw dozens of people being taken away silently by the black flames, and the familiar strangeness became stronger. He was sure that he had never seen such a powerful demon sect, even at the Qingyun Sword Tomb that day. Meet Han Sanli, the leader of the divine sect. They only had a few brief battles with Ou Yezi under the spatial constraints of the Sword Tomb.
Later, the secret realm was reopened, and Yi Xifeng left the sword tomb with the woman in red. From then on, Han Sanli became an important role in checking and balancing the senior officials of Qingyun and Xu Xianzhi, and he was never seen taking action again.
Yi Xifeng knew in his heart that the demon sect boy in front of him was definitely not as powerful as Han Sanli, but the means and power he displayed were not what ordinary warriors could possess.
Just when he was secretly comparing how many of the Xia warriors he knew could compare to this demon sect boy, a name suddenly flashed in his mind, and the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger.
"I see!"
Yi Xifeng breathed a long sigh of relief. He was finally able to determine why he had this strange and strange feeling of "déjà vu". Because not long ago, he did fight a martial arts master who was similar to this demon sect boy.
And the process was very similar to today's scene. It's just that the time when he and others were restrained in a mountain stream, it was the time when he was participating in the Dao Ascension Conference and undergoing the third round of tests.
As the examiner for the third round of the test at that time, it was Medicine Master Miao, a true disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall. His cultivation at the peak of the Dacheng Realm left the inner disciples with no room for resistance. And what made everyone feel powerless the most was the Zhenwu Jue Tian Ruler!
A layer of space barrier was formed, enveloping everyone in a mountain stream.
This situation is very similar to the Black Hell Flame in front of me, except that the Zhenwu Jietian Ruler is more of a seal and restraint, while the Black Hell Flame is slightly more vicious.
"This Black Hell Flame is not simple, don't take it lightly." Xiao Yuanfeng suddenly reminded.
Yi Xifeng nodded, and he finally realized how lucky he was to be able to break through the blockade of these black flames just now. Obviously, inside the black fireball just now, not only Lin Fenghuo's "Flame Fang Chong" contributed, but City Lord Xiao was the real main force.
"What? Are you scared? Hey, don't be afraid, I can promise you that I will let one of you leave today!" As he said this, the mysterious demon sect boy grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
Yi Xifeng could clearly feel that the true energy in his body gradually became more violent as time went by, and the red aura that spread around him became more and more solemn.
The horse thieves and the city guards who had originally stopped were unable to hold on any longer, and were about to start fighting each other again.
"No, this is the resentment generated by the Blood Sacrifice Array!" Xiao Yuanfeng said in a deep voice.
When people in the Demon Cult practice demonic arts, they will inevitably absorb the resentment of those who sacrificed their lives. It is not that the demon cultivators are willing to absorb it, but because these resentments are symbiotic with the blood sacrifice souls. These dark red resentment breaths Some are similar to the impurities left after Yuanling is purified.
However, a true master of the Demon Cult will not abandon the aura of resentment blindly, whether it is to enhance attack methods or sharpen his character. The resentment of these creatures can be considered a good thing. However, there are many people in the world who secretly practice magic skills, but there are very few who can resist the invasion of such violent resentment.
Yi Xifeng and Lin Fenghuo couldn't help but look at each other. The former had already acquired the strongest sword heart in the world through practicing in Zhenwu Mountain for these years, while the other, as the favorite disciple of Dean Chen, had an equally impressive aura. . With the resentment of nearly a thousand famous soldiers who died on Dajiaoping, there was really nothing they could do against these two people.
But having no effect on them does not mean that it has no effect on others. The silence on Dajiaoping did not last for a few breaths before more and more horse thieves or city guards began to fight in one place.
A trace of murderous intent flashed in Yi Xifeng's eyes. He was not a "saint child brain" to begin with, and he would not talk about "the benevolent being invincible" in the world. However, seeing such aimless killing, he finally felt that he had nothing to do with his own. The principles are inconsistent.
What's more, this person is still an enemy, a "evil person" who wants to kill him. From this moment on, Yi Xifeng felt a trace of murderous intent towards the demon sect boy in front of him.
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"Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately! Amitabha!"
Just when Yi Xifeng and Lin Fenghuo were about to use their skills to suppress the situation and fight each other to the death, a loud "Buddha Singing" suddenly exploded from mid-air!
The blood-red and rich resentment that had originally turned into a blood-red color suddenly became thinner after this Buddhist chant. The soldiers who raised their swords and prepared to fight each other also stopped one after another.
Everyone looked up into the sky, and the sky that was originally shrouded in black flames was broken by a trace of golden light.
At the same time in Dajiao Ping, I remembered the devil's angry roar: "Where did you come from, you bald donkey, mind your own business! Be careful, I will burn your ruined temple!"
Qianyuan's words were extremely harsh, but he still put away the black flames obediently because he knew very well in his heart. This Buddhist disciple who suddenly appeared, like himself, also had a powerful Buddhist holy weapon in his hand!
The Taoist divine weapons and the Buddhist holy weapons are all on the same level as the Demon Sect's soul niche.
Just as Yi Xifeng guessed, Qianyuan did have a "soul niche" in his hand. Its essence was the same as the Zhenwu Jietian Ruler in Miao Yaoshi's hand, but there was a slight difference in grade.
Qianyuan planned to sacrifice so many people this time just to inject spirits into this "soul niche", and Xiao Yuanfeng was the master of the spirit that he was looking for.
Unlike the Zhenwu Taoist Temple, which spends a long time cultivating its divine weapons, the people of the Demon Cult do not have such powerful weapon refining skills as the Taoist sect. They prefer this simple and crude method to find weapon spirits for their weapons.
