The highest peak in the Ten Demon Sect is also the most 'ordinary' mountain.
It does not have all kinds of powerful forbidden magic formations, nor does it have a large number of magic weapons and traps.
It just stood there naked.
Yet it is also the most extraordinary.
Because on this mountain, the person who controls everything... is not a mortal, but a golden immortal.
Ke Xiaoliang saw the victory of Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, but he didn't show any joy.
Just like when he saw Jiuxuan and Baigu Sheng before they were about to be defeated.
For Jiu Xuan and Bai Gu Sheng, they have won the battle that belongs to them.
For Ke Xiaoliang, his battle has not even begun.
"This is the bright moon road, mostly troubled by the wind." Ke Xiaoliang sighed and switched the 'picture scroll' in front of him at will. At the same time, based on the previously captured information, he deduced hundreds of thousands of different conclusions and then filtered them. a real possibility.
On the northernmost cliff of Mount Everest, there is a small pavilion embedded in the stone wall.
The pavilion is built on an ancient pine tree that is ten thousand years old. Standing on the edge of the railing of the pavilion, you can see the sea of clouds rolling under your feet.
In the pavilion, stood a green-haired young man wearing a lavender robe and a high glazed crown.
The most eye-catching thing about the young man's handsome face was his pair of shining green eyes, with mysterious fine lines densely dotted in his pupils.
The green-haired young man's hand, as tender as a virgin, was holding a blue-green flute tightly.
No one blows the long flute, but when the wind from the mountain stream blows through the blowhole of the long flute. It will automatically play melodious and pure music.
The clear and melodious sound of the flute came from the tops of ancient trees above the fairyland-like sea of clouds, bringing with it an unearthly tranquility.
However, such tranquility and beauty should not belong to a place like the Ten Demon Sect.
Snapped!
A crisp sound interrupted everything harmonious and beautiful.
The magical long flute broke into pieces on the slender and tender fingertips of the green-haired young man, and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound, playing the last sound it left.
Bang!
The green-haired young man waved his palm casually, and this interesting little pavilion exploded immediately. Even the ten thousand-year-old tree under the pavilion was broken off, leaving only a bare and crooked tree trunk. Sticking crookedly on the cliff, it looks extremely ugly.
"Zhang Taijing!" The green-haired young man said softly.
Senior Brother Zhang was eager to get away and used a secret technique, but due to the backlash from his future body, his no longer fat body quickly appeared next to the green-haired young man.
"Young Master!" Senior Brother Zhang bowed to the ground respectfully, as if this young man was the serious leader of the Ten Demon Sect.
"Within three days, restore everything here to its original state, exactly, otherwise... just stay here with the ancient trees in the green mountains! This is also a good destination!"
After saying this calmly, the green-haired young man rose up in the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Senior Brother Zhang knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling continuously until the green-haired young man left for a long time.
Then he stood up tremblingly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.
Looking at the bare thousand-year-old pines on the cliff, Senior Brother Zhang's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
Not to mention how difficult it is to restore this place to its original state.
This place is still filled with the palm power left by the green-haired and purple-clothed young gentleman just now, even if he restored everything.
The remaining palm power will destroy everything that has been restored again.
How to solve the problem of restoring the ancient pines in the pavilion is Brother Zhang's problem.
In Senior Brother Zhang's eyes, Shaojun, who was powerful, terrifying, and had a much deeper background than him, was thinking of something else at this moment.
Originally, the monks of the True Demon Realm planned to completely transform the Ten Demon Sect through exclusion, suppression, and substitution.
Like the Ship of Theseus.
However, Senior Brother Zhang's failure seemed to indicate a conclusion.
That is, what they did was simply useless.
Not only did it fail to eliminate the original power of the Ten Demon Sects, but it seemed to stimulate the rapid growth of these monks who were originally restricted to a small world.
Such a result is not what this young gentleman wants.
"White Bones... Jiu Xuan, and... Blood Cicada!" Shaojun softly counted the names one by one.
These names, originally faded away with the passage of time, seemed to have left the big stage of the Ten Demon Sect.
Now it seems that this is not the case.
After thinking for a moment, Shaojun gave the order.
The most extreme method will be adopted to stimulate the original group of people from the Ten Demon Sect.
At the same time... we will also further test Ke Xiaoliang, the golden immortal of this world.
Xue Chan is drinking.
As early as more than three hundred years ago, he had already accumulated enough plot points and reshaped his body.
From a remnant soul to a living monk, he has traveled for more than a hundred years, which is at least a thousand years if converted to the Huzhong Realm.
And more than three hundred years later, apart from Ke Xiaoliang, Sui didn't know what the current state of the Ten Demon Sect demon cultivator who once competed with Ke Xiaoliang was, and what kind of methods he had.
He was still dressed in red, with picturesque features. From a distance, he looked like a cold and handsome monk.
Even though hundreds of years have passed, he still hasn't changed himself.
On the contrary, he has a strong sense of Zen, which makes him look less like a demon cultivator and more like an accomplished monk.
Of course...he is not a real monk.
After all, drinking alcohol as a monk is breaking the precepts.
How can a real monk drink? right!
Of course, the blood cicada is just a meat-and-wine monk, not a flower monk.
So he didn't find some special practitioners to come and drink and have fun with him.
Sitting by the window of the small building, he was just drinking alone.
Just like in the past, just like in the past few decades.
But today, it seems to be different.
Without any announcement, something that had always been suppressed burst out at this moment.
A flying sword flew suddenly, shattering the wine glass in his hand, and headed straight for his throat.
The sword energy of this sword is restrained. No one knows how powerful this sword is except the person who wields it.
Faced with such a sword, Xue Chan chose to directly hold the long sword piercing his throat with his hand.
His hand, which was strong enough to lift a mountain, was cut with blood by the sharp and destructive sword edge.
Xue Chan didn't react at all, as if it was not his body that was injured, and the toxins that were spreading into his body along the wounds were not worth mentioning at all.
A strange cicada chirped from the cold little building.
On the treetops in the distance, a man in black fell down.
On his forehead, there was a cicada mark that looked like blood crystal.
A bright silver light flashed, and a flash of snow-white sword light rushed towards the blood cicada from outside the window.
This sword light is also sharp and condensed to the extreme. Different from the previous swordsmen in black, this sword is more powerful and more lethal.
It was as if someone had poured all their energy and energy into this sword. Once the sword was released, the sword was abandoned, and there was nothing else in his life.
Xue Chan still had no bigger reaction.
It's just that the chirping of the cicadas is a little clearer and louder.
The three black-clothed sword cultivators suddenly retreated and evacuated the small building they had originally surrounded at a faster speed.
In their eyes, this originally ordinary building turned into a devil's cave covered with blood.
The monk in red, standing barefoot in the boundless sea of blood, looks like the Buddha who redeems everything, and the Shura who destroys everything.
On the top of a small mountain not far from the Xue Chan attack, a man in black robe leaned against the echoing stone wall and slowly lifted off his cloak.
This man's whole body is covered with sword marks and scars. The accumulation of layers of scars makes this man look less like a human and more like a monster.
The only pair of pupils that were relatively clear were diamond-shaped, like snake pupils.
This man slowly walked out of the darkness, and then stared closely at Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, who had just won a tragic victory.
Click!
As his footsteps moved, the rocks where he stepped seemed to be cracked by sharp swords, and the entire mountain seemed to be emitting a heart-stopping fluctuation.
Bai Gusheng turned to look at the man who came with a murderous aura. He flashed his figure, spread out his hands, and displayed a row of white bone swords in front of him.
Bai Gusheng didn't say much to Jiuxuan, he just stood in front of the man alone.
Jiuxuan immediately mustered up his magic power and transformed into a demonic dragon, rising into the sky and flying towards the blood cicada.
Rows of magic swords flashing with cold white light flew towards the man who looked evil at first glance.
The man pulled out an iron ruler that looked ordinary.
Bang!
When the objects collided, it was not the sound of gold and iron, but a violent wave of air.
In this wave of air, the White Bone Magic Sword wielded by Bai Gusheng was shattered by this man in a devastating gesture.
The cold light in Bai Gusheng's eyes condensed, and the dust turned from the broken Bai Gusheng sword surrounded Bai Gusheng's whole body, and then wrapped him tightly, and turned into an even larger sword that reached the sky.
A terrifying sword light was emitted from the sword blade. The sword light was deflected and was constantly replicating and splitting.
When night falls, these lights are like white fire, burning persistently in the air.
The dew in the night evaporates, making everything a bit hazy.
And in this haziness, astonishing destructive power spread.
"cut!"
Bai Gusheng clasped his hands together and shouted loudly, the air of terrifying sword light shook the space.
The man was speechless, but he just took one step.
That ordinary iron ruler carries an almost crazy magical charm.
At this moment... Even though his body was covered with scars, in the darkness of the night and illuminated by the vast snow-white sword light, he seemed to have transformed into an emperor who ruled over billions of people.
The point of the iron ruler is impartial, but it makes people unable to have any thoughts of dodge.
call out!
The sword light and the iron ruler met in mid-air.
The sharp sword light penetrated the space.
However, the Iron Ruler, with an indescribable speed, crushed Bai Gusheng's sword that seemed to have exhausted everything, and hit Bai Gusheng's chest hard.
Astonishing energy fluctuations swept through the air, and the terrifying energy explosion even opened a gap in the small mountain peak.
On the other side, Jiu Xuan was running towards Xue Chan's small building.
In the small building, the strange chirping of cicadas gradually became muted.
The green light like tourmaline and the dazzling blood light rose into the sky at the same time, each occupying half of the sky.
The air exuded the smell of tension, and invisible ripples spread out, containing terrifying energy fluctuations.
Boom!
The battle between the two battlefields produced a huge noise, finally completely breaking the tranquility of the night.
However, the Ten Demon Sect, which should have been crowded with people, now seemed to be in a state of neglect.
Everyone understood that it was time to take sides.
But everyone wants to wait and see... They all want to wait!
Who wins! Who do they help.
The blood-colored flames roared across the sky like meteors. Wherever they passed, the air became extremely hot, and in the plasma-like heat, the blood cicada's body slowly tore apart from it.
"Demon Emperor Sword!"
A low moaning sound came from below.
Immediately, the blood suddenly exploded, and the sharp and fierce sword shadow suddenly swung towards me like a still moon in the water.
The blood cicada's originally divided body was broken again.
Two divided into four.
Then it was divided into four points and eight points, and then eight points and sixteen points.
The more the swords struck, the more blood cicada's body was cut into pieces.
Despite this, the chirping of the cicadas grew louder and louder in the surrounding mountains.
Gradually, it's like the scorching summer is coming.
The entire mountains, rivers and land were enveloped in a strange, dull, thick and loud chirping of cicadas.
Everyone who heard the chirping of cicadas actually saw a handsome monk with picturesque features, standing there clean and neatly in a blood-red monk's robe.
The bright sword light began to become turbid, and the evil energy was pulled out from the mountain, and then injected into the originally cold sword light.
As more and more of the Earthly Evil spirit was integrated into it, the originally clean and crisp sword light gradually formed a hundred-foot-huge muddy yellow giant sword. On top of the giant sword, billowing black smoke appeared, and the Earthly Evil spirit pulled out from the deep underground The hot air began to gradually become cold.
Bai Gusheng turned around and moved the White Bone Magic Sword, but it seemed as if he was stuck in a quagmire, gradually losing balance.
The purple-red magic light penetrated half of the sky, like a giant cannon, bombarding the Bone Sword that was stuck in the mire.
At the same time, it also bombarded the Bone Sword, which was running everything.
Can Bai Gusheng, who has already reached his limit, turn things around again?
At this time, who else would help him?
Ke Xiaoliang?
Absolutely impossible!
If Ke Xiaoliang takes action at this time, he will be directly defeated by the two Demon Lords Qianren and Baishou. One wrong step will lead to a wrong step.
Therefore, even if Bai Gusheng was killed to pieces, Ke Xiaoliang would never frown for him.
Purple red and pure yellow interweave, making the night look gorgeous and colorful. Countless people's eyes are focused here, and their eyes are full of dignity and shock.
At this moment, the man's identity was also exposed.
Ten Demon Sect, outer disciple... Cao Xiu.
Not bad...a mere outer disciple!
A waste that doesn't even deserve a demon species?
But it was such a person who made Bai Gusheng, who had just defeated Senior Brother Zhang, about to fall into a dead end.
