I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 405 Immortal Killing Sword

No matter what Zhang Chen thinks, the general situation is beyond his grasp and control. All Zhang Chen can do is try his best to maneuver among the major forces, survive in the cracks, and do his best.

Things were not going according to Zhang Chen's will. As more and more people entered the mountain, the atmosphere became more and more tense.

The entire Wuzhuang Temple had an aura of impending storm, and an indescribable feeling of oppression filled the hearts of all the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple.

The master has not preached in recent years, but has been practicing in seclusion, keeping himself in peak condition at all times.

Zhang Chen became more and more low-key. He would stay at home if possible and tried his best to keep a low profile and not attract anyone's attention.

Time passed quickly and another year had passed. At this time, there were only two years left before the ten years agreed upon by the Xiantian Peacock. On this day, when Zhang Chen was practicing hard in the mountains, suddenly the mountains and rivers trembled slightly, the leaves on the trees were shaking, and a vibration like that of thousands of troops sounded among the distant mountains.

"What is that?" Zhang Chen subconsciously raised his head and looked into the distance, and saw a mighty demonic aura rising into the sky like a black cloud, obscuring the sun and moon in the sky, and rushing towards Wuzhuang Temple.

It felt as if Wuzhuang Temple was an island reef in the ocean, and the earth-shaking momentum in the distance was the vast ocean, carrying endless waves, which was about to submerge the entire island reef.

"The demon army has arrived!" Zhang Chen felt the shaking of the mountains and the howling of ghosts and wolves coming from afar, his voice filled with dryness.

Countless demon armies created a bloody storm among the mountains. All the disciples at the foot of the mountain were slaughtered. Eventually, the entire Wuzhuang Temple was covered by the endless black clouds.

The black cloud formed by the evil spirit obscured the sun, moon, and universe. Suddenly, nine lion heads poked out from the black cloud. The nine lion heads were as big as small mountains, and their eyes flashed with faint green light. They overlooked the Qingcheng Mountains and said, "Changsheng, the Nine Spirits Yuansheng of the Taiping Dao is here, why don't you go out to greet him?"

"You evil beast, why don't you stay in your beast's den to practice? How dare you come to my Qingcheng Mountain to stir up trouble? Are you tired of living?" The Patriarch of Longevity turned into a stream of light and stood in the void on the top of Wuzhuang Temple, looking at Jiuling Yuansheng with disdain.

"Haha, your Qingcheng Mountain is now in danger, and you still dare to speak nonsense here? Today I will destroy your Qingcheng Mountain dragon vein, destroy the foundation of your enlightenment, and make your Wuzhuang Temple lineage completely disappear into thin air and become the dust of history." Jiuling Yuansheng smiled coldly.

"Just you? To be honest, it's not that I, the ancestor, look down on you! What about your two good friends? Why don't you come out and meet them together?" The voice of the Patriarch of Longevity was full of mockery and disdain.

"Haha, it's not that you have too many people and too much power. The Qingcheng Mountains have long been occupied by us and belong to our Taiping Dao. Although I don't know what dirty things you have done and why the others have disappeared, today is the best time to destroy your Qingcheng Mountain Daoism." Jiuling Yuansheng laughed coldly, and the next moment nine heads spit out yellow wind, and attacked Changsheng Patriarch in an overwhelming manner. In an instant, the sky and the earth were dim and dark, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Only Jiuling Yuansheng's cold laughter resounded through the world:

"Changsheng, if I want to defeat you, I don't need the help of the other two demon kings. Today I will capture you and hang you in the wilderness to be tortured by the sun. I will refine you to death to respond to those who disobey my Taiping Dao."

Zhang Chen below was looking at the black wind in the sky, which was blowing sand and rocks everywhere. Countless furnishings in Wuzhuang Temple flew into the air and were swept away by the hurricane. Frightened, he quickly hid under the eaves. He secretly used the Wind-Fixing Pill to steady his body, then opened his golden eyes and looked up at the sky. Everything he saw was dark, how could he see the battlefield clearly?
At this moment, a brilliant sword light suddenly flashed through the black wind, illuminating the endless darkness. Along with the extreme brilliance, an indescribable murderous intent shocked the world, and the sun and moon changed color. A great fear surged into my heart. The sword light seemed to be able to cut off cause and effect and exterminate all living things. Its murderous aura crossed the three elements of heaven, earth, and man. The souls of all living beings stopped moving under the shock of the murderous intent. Then the sword light broke through the darkness, and screams came from the clouds. The shrill voice of Jiuling Yuansheng made people sad:
"What kind of sword is this!"

"Ever since I got this sword, I have always used it as a backup and never showed it to anyone easily. Today you have the honor of being the first person to sacrifice this Zhu Xian Sword. This is your good fortune." The voice of the Changsheng Patriarch was full of pride. Then, several sword lights rushed up in the darkness and strangled Jiuling Yuansheng.

Along with Jiuling Yuansheng's screams, angry shouts came from the black cloud: "Changsheng, how dare you kill me!"

Then, two extremely powerful auras emerged, and they grabbed a piece of stars and suppressed the Patriarch of Immortality.

When the sword light appeared, Zhang Chen below felt a pain in his eyes, tears of blood flowed from his eyes, and his eyes fell into darkness and he could no longer open them. Only the extremely bright sword light was deeply engraved in his mind, as if it was going to split his soul apart.

"Pfft~"

Zhang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, and was extremely horrified. "What kind of sword light is that? I only took a look at it, and I was already seriously injured. I was almost struck to pieces by it. How could such an incredible magical power exist in the world?"

Zhang Chen couldn't believe it. He thought to himself that he should be considered a master, right? But facing the sword light of the Changsheng Patriarch, he didn't even have the qualifications to take a look. "The Changsheng thief has such means. Even if I use all my thoughts and schemes, I'm afraid I can't match him." Zhang Chen felt a little sad and angry, and at the same time a little desperate.

The power of blood flowed in his body, and the power of rebirth quickly repaired his damaged pupils, but the wounds in his pupils seemed to contain an extremely sharp aura, which constantly hindered and destroyed the power of rebirth in his blood. Fortunately, a corrosive force flowed out from Zhang Chen's crystal core, corroding and erasing the sharp aura, allowing Zhang Chen's wounds to be quickly repaired.

"Incredible! What is the name of the sword in the hands of the Immortal Patriarch?" Zhang Chen was extremely anxious, as the sword was beyond his expectations.

"What are you afraid of!" Just when Zhang Chen was panicking, the voice of the Great Freedom Demon sounded: "Your Five-Colored Divine Light can collect all treasures within the Five Elements. Although the sword is powerful, it is also within the Five Elements. You have the Five-Colored Divine Light in your hand. As long as you find an opportunity, you can collect the sword."

Zhang Chen was overjoyed when he heard what the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon said: "Can my five-colored divine light really take away that precious sword?"

The Great Freedom Heavenly Demon nodded, "Of course! It's just that your cultivation is too far behind that of the Immortal Thief Dao, so it's a little difficult to take it. However, if you lend the Five-Colored Divine Light to the Innate Peacock, it will be easy for the Innate Peacock to take the sword. So you don't have to worry. Although the Immortal is powerful, there are ways to deal with it. Your Five-Colored Divine Light is the essence of heaven and earth, and is no worse than that sword. Let alone the Five-Colored Divine Light, even if the Golden Scissors in your hand are in peak condition, they will not be inferior to the sword in the slightest."

Zhang Chen felt relieved after hearing this. As long as the opponent was not strong enough to crush him, his fighting spirit would not be dampened.

At this time, his eyes had recovered, but he kept them closed. He did not dare to look at the sword light outside. He just listened to the roar and scolding in the clouds, waiting for the end of the battle.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a scream was heard, accompanied by the roars of the other two demon kings. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the rippling sword light disappeared without a trace.

"Changsheng, you dare to kill my brother? I will never let you go! Wait until we get the treasure, and then we will fight again!"

A roar of a demon king was heard, and then the sky became clear again, and the evil wind dissipated. Zhang Chen opened his eyes and saw that the sky was blue. Only the master stood in the void with his hands in his sleeves, silent. His back was as straight as a sword, which seemed to be able to cut even the sky.

Among the mountains outside Wuzhuang Temple, the body of a lion that was ten miles long lay among the mountains.

"That is the corpse of the Demon King. Is Jiuling Yuansheng dead?" Zhang Chen looked at the motionless lion body lying on the ground and was secretly shocked.

The Old Ancestor Changsheng did not say much, and did not even look at the body of Jiuling Yuansheng. He just turned around and went back to Wuzhuang Temple, rang the bell and summoned all the disciples to discuss the matter.

Zhang Chen hurried to look for Xu Erniu, and saw her crawling out of a furnace, covered in dust. She said with lingering fear, "That evil wind was so strong that it almost blew me away! If I hadn't jumped into the furnace on a whim, I would have been blown away."

Xu Erniu's eyes were not injured. Not only Xu Erniu's eyes were not injured, but all the disciples in Wuzhuang Temple had their eyes intact. After all, they did not have Zhang Chen's Dharma eyes and could not see the sword light in the black clouds.

"Very good, very good! I'm glad you are safe and sound. The master has killed the demon king and summoned us to discuss matters. Let's go quickly!" Zhang Chen hurriedly pulled Xu Erniu out of the cauldron, and then the two of them walked towards the front yard covered in dust.

As we walked along, we saw countless collapsed palaces in Wuzhuang Temple, as if they had been crushed. They were in tatters and there was no trace of their former prosperity. Instead, there was a sense of desolation.

The two of them walked all the way to the main hall, where they saw all the disciples gathered together. The master then walked out onto the high platform. Zhang Chen looked at the master, only to see that his face was pale and his spirit was weak. He did not seem as calm as he looked.

It's a pity that Zhang Chen didn't dare to open his Dharma eyes to see the master's background, otherwise he would have taken the opportunity to see some clues.

However, Zhang Chen still noticed that the Master's fair and young face now had a few more wrinkles, making him look like he was ten years older. It was just because of the flow of magic power that it did not seem real to outsiders.

"It seems that the Patriarch Changsheng has also suffered trauma and paid a heavy price." Zhang Chen said to himself.

(End of this chapter)