To help the sword cultivator, to help ghosts and spirits, or to neither help each other, sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. Everyone turned their attention to Demon King Luo Xie and listened to his decision. Luo Xie's face was ferocious, with a scar running through his face, and his skin and flesh were turned out. It was too horrible to look at. The winner of the jungle would be the king. Everything in front of him was defeated by his iron fists through life and death. He could not give up easily. Luo Lai looked at everyone and said solemnly: "Tiger falls in Pingyang, dragon swims in shallow water. Please note that this trip is only to accumulate strength. We should work together to subdue the ghosts of the lower clan and eradicate the ten major sword sects. The Luchuan world is just a stepping stone." Shi, we will eventually fight back to the ghost realm, upright and trample the upper seven clans under our feet."
After some words, everyone had a general idea. The "Eternal Life Village" had been fighting ghosts and spirits for many years. They killed countless people. How could they take the ghosts of the lower tribes to heart and surrender them? It was just a matter of time. Just acting as pawns, Ancestor Tianhu, Yin Guihe and others nodded slightly, and in the blink of an eye they came up with several feasible strategies. In the middle of the toilet, Xu Sanlang's blood surged when he heard the words, and he felt proud. He felt that he had not bowed to the wrong person from the top of the mountain, and the upper seven clans did not matter. The situation would change, and one day the Luo Demon King would come back and wipe out the upper seven clans. He can also be regarded as having meritorious service from the dragon.
A few days later, Luo Xie led his troops to defeat a small sword sect named "Luomei". Xiao Gui was a small sect, and there were hundreds of disciples in the whole sect. Zhao Jiashen slaughtered all the disciples who had integrity and bottom line, and poisoned the remaining cartilage one by one. They were sent out in batches to find out information. No matter how many, they could survive if they reported back within the specified time limit. The disciples of the Luomei Sect were born and raised here. They couldn't say they knew everything about a thousand miles around. At least they knew the basics. It was not difficult to find out the information. Naturally, they were able to catch them. The others anxiously returned to Luomei Mountain. Zhao Jiashen did not make things difficult for them, and gave them the pills one by one. There is no danger of life within a hundred days.
With Zhao Jiashen dealing with the Luomei Sect, Luo Lai felt relieved. He took some time off from his busy schedule to carefully read through the sword manuals collected by the Luomei Sect. Naturally, he looked down upon the various techniques of sword cultivation, but Xiao, the third generation founder of the Luomei Sect, The travel notes left by Zhen were quite interesting, eloquent and detailed. He recorded what he saw and heard while traveling in the Luchuan world. There were many accounts of the top ten sword sects in it. What is particularly noteworthy is that Xiao Zhen mentioned that There was an ancestor of the Fuhai Sect who was a great master of swordsmanship and was unmatched in the ages. He actually cut through the barriers between heaven and earth with one sword and soared away.
Luo Xie guessed that this great ancestor of the Fuhai Sect had most likely fallen into the hands of the Yi clan and could not survive the torture, so he leaked the news that there was a huge treasure in Luchuan Realm. Xu Yanzhi felt like he had found a treasure. He kept thinking about it, and finally waited for the opportunity, and persuaded the Yan tribe and the Liya tribe to join forces to attack the "Heluchuan" hunting ground, and sent their elites into the lower realm to explore. However, Wei Shiqi disrupted the situation, and the bamboo basket was in vain, and the Heluchuan tribe was destroyed. fate.
The travel notes left by Xiao Zhen eliminated the last trace of hesitation in Luo Xie's heart, and he began to believe that the Luchuan world did indeed contain a great treasure, but he had not yet met its owner, so he had not been able to enter the world for a long time.
The Luomei Sect was just a small family, and whether it was destroyed or changed owners, it never caused any disturbance. Luo Lai went to "Duli Mountain" thousands of miles away, captured another small sword sect, and handed it over to Zhu Nili for disposal. . Although Zhu Nili is not a well-rounded person, with Zhao Jiashen and Zhuyu in front of him, he can follow the instructions of a gourd and a gourd, kill a batch, collect a batch, sow the ban, and spread it out to find out the news. Luo Xie stayed in Duli Mountain for a few days, carefully reading through the sword manual books. The volumes were numerous, many times more than those of the Qiluomei Sect, but there were no records worthy of attention.
Luo Lai and his party used Luomei Mountain and Duli Mountain as their tentacles. They stretched their hands longer and farther, and gradually penetrated into the territory of the Great Sword Sect. Finally, they found out that the ten major Sword Sects dispatched their men and divided their troops to Luojia. Outflank in the direction of the lake. Luojia Lake is the third largest lake in this world. It has turbulent waves and is as vast as the sea. Ancestor Tianhu speculates that the sword cultivator’s instigation of troops must be related to the ghosts of the lower clan. He proposed to leave for Luojia Lake immediately and adapt accordingly.
Finally waiting for the movements of the ghosts, Luo Xie made a decisive decision, summoned Zhao Jiashen and Zhu Nili, personally led the ancestors of Tianhu, Yin Guihe and others, and headed straight for Luojia Lake. Luomei Sect and Duli Sect were suddenly missing. On the mountain above their heads, the survivors looked at each other. They had been suppressed in panic for several days. They scattered like birds and beasts one by one, fleeing individually. All of them fell dead on the way, and no one survived.
Luojia Lake is thousands of miles away from Duli in Shanxi Province. Luo Lai and his party did not want to cause trouble and attract the attention of sword cultivators. They specifically chose the barren mountains and wild ridges to escape, causing the demonic clouds to cover their whereabouts. The journey was uneventful, but they thought Luojia Lake was far away. When I was looking, I encountered an accident. The accident was purely accidental. The rolling demonic cloud passed by in mid-air. There happened to be a Shatuo Sect swordsman buried in the earth and rocks. Only his mouth and nose were exposed to breathe. He was startled by the demonic wind. He opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the shadowy ghost. He was immediately frightened. Jump.
He held his breath and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the demonic cloud to pass by. Then he got up from the earth and rocks, brushed off the dust on his body, walked away with his sword, and quickly caught up with his fellow disciples. He ignored the greetings and went straight to meet his senior brother.
The Shatuo Sect is a major sect of the three upper sects. This trip went to Luojia Lake to encircle and suppress the ghosts of the lower clan. Headed by the senior brother Sha Mengchun, there were seventeen people. The last one was the junior brother Sha Yihu. Although he is small, his swordsmanship is extremely sharp, and he is the most valued by everyone. Sha Yihu is gifted with a secret "Ten-Breaking Sword Technique" that is not passed down among practitioners. Every seven days, his energy and blood surge, and he must be buried in the ground to absorb the earth's energy to suppress his energy and blood. Only Sha Mengchun knows about this. Others only thought that the junior brother was following orders and did not know the sequelae of practicing the sword technique.
Sha Mengchun stood on the bank of Luojia Lake, with his hands behind his back, looking at the sparkling lake surface in the distance, with a full moon reflected in the water, emitting layers of bright light, and weeping. Sha Yihu came forward to see his senior brother. Sha Mengchun saw his expression was different and raised his eyebrows. Hearing him hurriedly say a few words, he asked, "Junior brother Sha, did you read that correctly?"
Sha Yihu said categorically: "There is a ghost hidden in the clouds. It is definitely not a monk from this world. It must come from outside!"
Sha Mengchun has fought with ghosts from the lower world more than once, and he is well aware of their methods. He can fly in the air and hide in the clouds, but this is the first time he has heard about it. Most of what his junior brother said is true, and there are powerful enemies outside the sky. Sneaking into this world, the magical powers and methods are completely different, even superior to those of the ghosts who invaded a hundred years ago. However, the sword cultivator is not afraid of fighting. He allows you to use all kinds of magical powers and various methods. I only use one sword to kill him. Sha Mengchun thought about it for a moment, asked where he was going, and said to Sha Yihu: "Junior brother, can you follow me if you are interested?" Go and have a look?"
Sha Yihu's energy and blood had calmed down, and his swordsmanship was at its peak. Hearing this, his eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "Go, let's go together. This is such a fun thing, senior brother, you can't leave me behind!"
Sha Mengchun was a man of temperament, he was wild and unconstrained, and acted according to his heart. He immediately avoided everyone, stood up with his sword, and followed his junior brother, quietly escaping into the night, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
