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Although Zhu Wen noticed it at the critical moment, it was too late for him to react. The most important thing for him now was to deal with the sword in front of him.

The reason why Fahai was able to take over the sword formation on behalf of Xu Xing was not only because he had profound cultivation and was on the verge of a breakthrough, but also because his attainments in swordsmanship were extraordinary.

The "Inverted Dreams" sword was slashed out, carrying the power of more than a dozen great immortals, connecting the veins of the earth and responding to the stars in the sky, converging into a blazing golden flame.

Zhu Wen slashed with his sword and sneered:

"Strong on the outside but fucked on the inside!"

As he spoke, blood surged, dyeing half the sky blood red. Everyone at Pingtian Peak felt as if they had fallen into an endless sea of ​​blood, surrounded by endless bloody waves.

Although the light of the golden flame is bright, it can only be regarded as a faint light in such a sea of ​​blood. Not to mention burning all the demons, it is even difficult to keep it burning.

Although this unexpected change came suddenly, it did not interfere with Zhu Wen's judgment.

He had recognized that Fahai did not practice the "Twelve Jade Towers' Heavenly Sounds". Even though he had profound magical powers and a firm mind of Zen, it was impossible for him to purify his sword energy to the level of Xu Xing.

It was for this reason that Zhu Wen released his blood sea realm, intending to use its sheer size to engulf Fahai and all the other great masters.

This is undoubtedly the most irresistible trend.

The reason why the three great demons chose to use their demonic consciousness to attack from a distance was to minimize the losses in order to prepare for the next battle.

But now that he had witnessed the true difficulty of this sword formation, and saw Xu Xing taking the risk to go out into the formation, Zhu Wen immediately made up his mind to kill him at the fastest speed at all costs.

When the sword was slashed down, the sea of ​​blood surged, revealing the figures of hundreds of Confucian scholars in tall hats and wide belts.

However, these noble scholars who once had excellent manners and elegance have now become hideous. They are devouring each other in a sea of ​​blood, struggling and fighting, which is extremely ugly.

In addition, there were also a group of people wearing yellow robes and with extraordinary demeanor.

Each of these souls is surrounded by a blood-red dragon, some big, some small, with rugged scales, bared fangs and claws, and a very ferocious look.

When Zhu Wen followed Huang Jutian to capture Chang'an, he massacred the gentry on a large scale and melted them into a river of blood, making this group of people who called themselves "clear stream" forever become a turbid stream in the sea of ​​blood, unable to turn over.

Among these noble families, there are both useless people and a group of Confucian masters with real talents and knowledge who are good at cultivating their qi. Now, all of them have become Zhu Wen's resources, helping him to improve his cultivation.

As for those evil dragons, they were created by Zhu Wen after he killed dozens of royal family disciples in a row and extracted the human dragon energy from their bodies. They were extremely powerful.

As soon as these demons, formed from the souls of the nobles, discovered Fahai's golden Buddha image, they immediately pounced on him, their demonic voices penetrating his lungs and rushing up to his brain, chattering endlessly.

An old scholar stroked his jade belt and angrily shouted:
"The heaven and earth are in their proper positions, and the ruler and his subjects are in their proper order. This is the unchangeable principle of heaven and earth. The Buddhist teachings falsely claim to be in nirvana, do not serve the king or the nobles, do not worship the emperor or the father, take nothingness as their main principle, and take reincarnation as their delusion. This is truly a poison that destroys the moral principles of the Chinese nation!"

Another middle-aged scholar was so angry that his hair stood on end and sparks flew out of his teeth. He shouted sternly:
"Even worse, some people say 'all beings are equal', and even put farmers on the same level as scholars and officials; some people advocate 'karma and retribution', and dare to put emperors, generals and ministers on the same level as peddlers and porters, which is against morality!"

Some of the younger nobles spoke crudely and sneered:
"You bald guys can't even stay in Sakyamuni's hometown, you were driven out, and you still want to cause trouble in other places!"

Someone else echoed:

"What kind of person is Sakyamuni? He is just a barbarian. How can he be called a saint and be on the same level as the ancient saints and sages? He even smells like shit!"

An old man with the highest status stood up, with three long tufts of beard and murderous eyes, and shouted:
"The scholars and officials have been famous for generations, and they have been shepherding the people of the world. If you, a man without a wife and no descendants, can turn back from your wrong path and kneel down to kowtow, I will reward you with the position of my adopted son, and you will have descendants in the future!"

The other Confucian scholars waved their tablets and shouted in unison.

"Kneel down, bald ass! Kneel down! Kneel down!"

The devil's sound spread deeper and wider, and even resonated with the Blood Sea Demon Realm, attracting countless demons to transform into humans and join this group of Confucian scholars.

At this moment, it seemed as if Zhu Wen's Blood Sea Demon Kingdom was the ancestor of Confucianism, the representative of the righteous way of heaven and earth, pointing out the way to the world and making powerful statements.

According to legend, the masters of Confucianism only studied classics and practiced the fundamental principles. They did not practice any minor tricks. If they encountered ghosts or gods on the road, they would just stare and shout at them, and that would scare them to pieces.

Today, the Confucian teachings in Zhu Wen's bloody demonic kingdom have already taken on such a momentum.

Turning Confucianism into demons and using the ugly feudal ethics as a sword, this is the most powerful magical power that Zhu Wen has comprehended since the collapse of the human dynasty.

For a moment, all the great masters in the formation felt their hearts wavering. The so-called being pointed at by thousands of people ended in vain. Now, what they are facing is more than just thousands of people? !

But Fahai, who was directly attacked, seemed to be unaffected. He stood up with a golden Buddha figure, unsheathed his "Inverted Dreams", and laughed:
"They are just a bunch of sour scholars who can only show off their eloquence, and a group of aristocratic families who form cliques for personal gain. If they want to debate the law and the truth, what do I, Fahai, have to fear?!"

Fahai looked at everyone with disdain, showing for the first time his majesty as the Maha Zun. His attitude was even more fierce and arrogant, and he was extremely overbearing. Every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful, striking everyone's heart.

"Even if Huang Jutian and Zhu Wen are bad in every way, killing them all can be considered as getting rid of a great harm to the world! You are upside down in dreams and foolish in the minds of all living beings. The only way is to... kill you!"

When these words were spoken, even the people in the formation were shocked.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been any righteous leader who dared to openly defy the world and make such treasonous remarks.

But Fahai was calm and composed, unaware of it at all.

For a moment, everyone was filled with admiration for him, and their understanding of him deepened.

As soon as the divine thought came out, "Inverted Dreams" broke out of the sheath, carrying a brilliant flame and activating the power of the sword formation. However, Fahai did not refine all of this into pure sword energy, but let it diffuse.

But in the center of the sea of ​​blood, a golden flame shot up into the sky, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, and followed by endless gilded Sanskrit characters, transforming into eight celestial dragons with shining scales and majestic heads and horns. They were sacred and majestic, with an awe-inspiring majesty that could not be violated.

Indeed, Fahai did not have the sword realm of "The Sounds from the Twelve Jade Towers", so it was difficult for him to raise his sword energy to the level of Xu Xing and Li Yunxian.

But he took a different approach, using sword energy as the surface, while containing the fundamental principles of "Eight Parts of Heavenly Dragon Fire" within.

This move is the most superior magical power to destroy demons and evil. It is very famous and is especially good at dealing with people like Zhu Wen who control resentment.

As soon as the Eight Heavenly Dragon Fire appeared, the sea of ​​blood immediately became boiling, like a pot of hot oil meeting sparks and burning fiercely.

The demon souls of a group of great scholars struggled in it, wailing miserably, not as majestic as before. The demon dragons were even worse, and they were reduced to ashes at the first contact.

"What a trick!"

Zhu Wen's expression also changed slightly.

He originally thought that among the Pingtian Sect, Xu Xing was the one closest to becoming a true immortal. But now, it seems that this little monk’s cultivation is clearly more profound, and he is only one step away from becoming an immortal!
In fact, what surprised Zhu Wen the most was not Fahai’s realm, but his state of mind. How could it be so stable?

The Jinshan Temple lineage originated from Zen Buddhism, which emphasizes the word "sudden enlightenment". Once enlightened, one's magical powers, cultivation, and supernatural powers can all soar.

However, the state that comes from "sudden enlightenment" is also the easiest to regress. Therefore, Jinshan Temple has always encouraged its disciples to go down the mountain to gain experience and sharpen their minds after they have cultivated supernatural powers.

But Fahai was a rare genius in this world. He encountered a demonic calamity as soon as he was born and had to shoulder the entire Jinshan Temple. How could he have the time to polish his Taoist heart?

The Demon Sect has always been extremely concerned about Fahai, and has listed him as one of the righteous strongmen who is most likely to be possessed by the devil.

It was for this reason that Zhu Wen used his method of transforming Confucianism into demons, refuted Buddhist laws from an orthodox perspective, and tortured Fahai's religious faith.

But how could his foundation be so solid? !
As if noticing Zhu Wen's surprised look, Fahai's golden Buddha figure held a dragon in his hand, and slashed out with a sword from a distance, laughing loudly, "Although I am a disciple of Zen Buddhism, I have been practicing asceticism since I was young. If you want to ruin my state of mind, please ask the Central Sky Demon Lord to take action!"

When these words were spoken, all the great masters of the Pingtian Sect were stunned.

Gradually practicing the path of asceticism and focusing on empirical evidence will take at least a hundred years before any achievement can be made.

This is why, when Fahai suddenly appeared in the world, everyone in the world tacitly accepted that he was a member of the "sudden enlightenment" school.

But who would have thought that he was actually from the Gradual Cultivation School? !

Moreover, on Pingtian Peak, Fahai had been burned by the slow-moving demonic fire for several days and nights. His state of mind was indeed as he said, and could only be shaken by the presence of the Central Sky Demon Lord.

Zhu Wen did not reveal his true form until now. A blood-red blade flashed, like a river in the sky, spanning the Blood Sea Demon Kingdom, filling the gap in the sky. He said in a cold voice:

"The path of gradual cultivation can still make such rapid progress. It seems that your Jinshan Temple has another secret..."

The most basic one is, now that all the Buddhist sages have passed away, where did Fahai get the gradual cultivation method from?

How did he integrate the gradual cultivation methods he learned so perfectly with the various magical powers and techniques of Jinshan Temple?
Fahai heard his threat, but he didn't take it seriously and smiled again:
"If there is no adequate arrangement, how could I leave without permission?"

When these words came out, Zhu Wen was also shocked.

Over the years, Jinshan Temple had gone through many twists and turns, mostly thanks to Fahai's strategies and magical powers, which enabled it to escape danger many times and increase its reputation.

Now seeing this trump card of the Jianxiu Sect, we know that this man's cunning is beyond the imagination of the world.

How could such a strong man come here rashly and completely ignore his own basic situation?
Fahai ignored Zhu Wen's feelings and swung his sword again, mobilizing the power of the "Eight Dragon God Fires" in an attempt to burn through the entire Blood Sea Demon Realm.

He has seen that this devil's domain is a crucial link in Zhu Wen's practice. If he can break it, it will at least cost him hundreds of years of hard work.

Ever since Fahai took over Jinshan Temple, he has been well aware of one thing: whether it is managing the sect or fighting and killing, one must proceed step by step and slowly.

If you want to kill a demon like Zhu Wen who has been famous for a long time and has countless hidden cards, you can never expect to accomplish it in one battle. It is safest to weaken his magical powers first.

The Blood Sea Demon Realm transformed on its own, and a group of Asuras wearing tall hats, wide belts, and long swords on their waists emerged from it.

These Asuras were even more upright than the Confucian scholars just now. They almost had the spirit of ancient Confucianism. Their backbones were particularly hard, as if they could hold up the world with their courage and integrity.

No matter how boundless your Buddhist teachings are and how infinite your supernatural powers are, I still have a righteous spirit. The sky is not high, the human heart is the highest. The sky is big, the earth is big, and the truth is the greatest!
This group of Confucianized Asuras are actually more powerful than the demonized disciples from the aristocratic families!

When Fahai saw this, his eyes were startled. Only then did he realize how far-sighted Zhu Wen was and how great his magical powers were.

The Confucian ethics are indeed filled with feudalism, hypocrisy, cruelty, indifference and other decadent things. Although they are not blatant cannibals, they can cause more harm through the ritual system, even worse than the evil sects.

These ingredients and concepts are naturally easy to be used by the Demon Sect. The fact that Zhu Wen used them to refine his techniques only shows that he is indeed worthy of being called the Northern Sky Demon and is highly proficient in the ways of magic.

But now he has even been able to utilize the strong and upright side of Confucianism and transform it into his own magical power. Fahai cannot help but say that this is terrifying.

Compared to his father Zhu Wen, although Zhu Can was a demon for the second generation and was well-versed in many fields, he was still a little immature and had not touched the essence of Buddhism and Taoism.

People all say that Zhu Wen started out as a bandit, is as vicious and cunning as a snake, is jealous of others' achievements and is a cunning and evildoer.

But it is precisely such a treacherous villain as him who can best understand the power of "uprightness" and "righteousness", and can even turn the true meaning of them into evil.

Although Fahai was able to uphold his own principles and was not afraid of torture, he was caught in a dilemma after Zhu Wen changed his tactics.

Although the fire of the Eight Heavenly Dragons is fierce, it cannot burn out this upright and strong spirit. These Asuras are like scholars who are willing to sacrifice themselves generously.

——Moreover, even if they were scholars, they were definitely not weak and helpless, but rather scholars who were skilled in archery and horse riding and were not afraid of death.

Every time an Asura was burned to death, the remaining Asuras would become more excited and motivated, and a common fire of hatred would emerge from the sea of ​​blood.

Fahai felt that kind of hatred and resentment, and even felt that he seemed to have become a big devil like Zhu Wen who massacred cities at will and left millions of people dead.

What shocked him even more was that the appearance of Zhu Wen's Blood Sea Demon Kingdom showed that it was showing signs of cultivating a completely new civilization system among the Asuras.

Does Zhu Wen really have such a vision?

A name immediately emerged in Fahai's mind.

——Huang Jutian!

Obviously, this is another experiment like the Yinyue Dynasty.

The difference is that if Zhu Wen succeeds, this demonic realm will evolve into a true demonic kingdom, and thus will have the foundation to reach a higher level.

Fahai took a deep breath, knowing that what happened today had probably exceeded everyone's expectations, and the only option was to fight to the death.

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On the other side, Xu Xing also relied on the call of the bronze tripod in his hand to successfully pass through the restrictions on the edge of the secret realm and came to the endless ocean that he had seen before.

In the center of the ocean, there is a mountain about a thousand feet high and an unknown number of miles in radius, like a giant pillar supporting this secret place.

A ferocious god with platinum hair, blue eyes, golden pupils, snow-white teeth and green claws, and shaped like an ape, treated the mountain as his throne and sat there with a big horse and a golden sword.

From a distance, this ferocious god is even larger than a thousand-foot-high peak. He is truly the only undisputed protagonist in this world.

In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who is supreme!
Beneath him, countless demons and monsters covered with scales and horns were densely packed together, floating in the water, raising their heads devoutly and worshiping this evil god respectfully.

After Xu Xing came in, holding the bronze tripod in his hand, he did not look at the giant evil spirit that seemed to be the center of heaven and earth. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the extremely gloomy sky.

"Now that I'm here, why don't I come out to entertain the guests?"

At the highest point in the sky, a colorful glass light appeared, and a voice that could not be distinguished as male or female, but was extremely seductive, as if it spoke the true meaning of "beauty", rang in Xu Xing's heart.

The man said regretfully:
"My friend, I never thought that you would fall for this trick. I thought we could have fun together for a little longer..."

In contrast to the regretful voice, there was a burning gaze that penetrated the sky and fell on Xu Xing. The man changed the subject and said cheerfully:

"However, if it takes longer, even I won't be sure of completely refining you. That's fine, that's fine..."

Xu Xing flicked his sleeves, threw the bronze tripod up, and said with a smile:

"Color and emptiness merge into one, turning the virtual into the real. The Lord of Hehuazizai has great magical power. He made such a big show just to plot against Xu. Should I say I am honored?"

The Lord of Heaven said solemnly:
"My friend, in my eyes, is worth three True Immortals. Only such hospitality is worthy of you."

Xu Xing's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled again:

"But the dispute between you and me is not about magical powers, so why do you have to rely on the power of others?!" (End of this chapter)