Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 180 Demon Lord: Run!
In the night sky, countless black smoke extended from the dark distant fog.

The spiritual power vortex at the core is like a giant spider weaving the world with its own web.

However, before her spider web could cover the entire world, spots of light collided with her silk thread like moths to a flame.

The huge impact brought by the demonic energy caused these defenders unbearable pain, and there were also some people who rushed forward with full of ambition but found that they were not cut out for it.

A soul that is not strong enough can hardly resist the erosion of the evil spirit. Seeing this, the abbot used a burst of true energy to push away the believer who was about to be assimilated by the evil spirit.

Not everyone is a hero, and not everyone can do great things.

Individuals are allowed to be weak.

But there is always someone to do it.

There is always someone who takes over the responsibilities of their predecessors and carries the safety of the world on their not-so-broad shoulders.

The believer who was pushed away was almost immediately replaced by another inconspicuous believer.

He was still tortured and still felt pain.

But I never backed down in the face of this pain.

Lin Jian finally severed the connection between the rest of the magic circle and the last Great Compassion Hall.

Without the support of the magic circle's spiritual power, the spiritual power vortex instantly darkened, and the rapidly rotating core also slowed down at this moment.

Without the supply of the tampered willpower of the people, even the souls of those disciples of the Demon Worship Sect who offered their souls to the devil were blocked by the noble spirits.

The black spiritual power vortex no longer had the power it once had, and the two demonized Yakshas supported by its power also became weak.

The abbot and his companions who noticed the feedback would not miss such an opportunity.

This situation, created collectively by everyone present, must not be allowed to fail in their hands.

The abbot made a Dharma seal with his hands and uttered the true words, forming a huge golden Buddha seal in the air.

Every time it hits, the earth shakes.

This move frightened the Imperial Master, "Is this what you call not being good at fighting?"

The abbot looked bewildered, "This is all I know..."

"Then I only know thunder magic!" the national teacher roared, and thunderclouds gathered above his head.

His bare upper body showed off his muscular build, and the imperial teacher's gray hair and beard swelled up like a hedgehog in the dazzling lightning behind him.

A blue thunder dragon surged within the dark clouds. With a wave of the Imperial Master's hand, the thunder dragon surged forth, plowing a gully across the ground as it charged straight towards the two Yakshas...

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

The Yaksha was shattered and the vortex of spiritual energy stagnated.

People were breathing heavily.

However, the large rise and fall of a snow-white chest, coupled with the inappropriate moans, caused many of the surviving believers and even the monks of Mingguang Temple to secretly react...

Lin Jian stroked the edge of the array plate where the spiritual power lines were dim, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Imperial Master grabbed a Demon Worship Sect disciple who was still breathing and looked at him with complicated eyes, "Is it you?"

The copper-refining man laughed loudly, "It's me!"

The Imperial Master glanced around at the other controlled companions around him, but didn't see the figure he expected to see. He was a little puzzled, "Where's your friend? Is he dead?"

"He doesn't know." Lian Tong smiled weakly but fearlessly. "His position is too obvious. I don't dare to put one of our own people there."

"Why are you doing this?" This was the first time that the National Master, the abbot and others had come face to face with such a crazy behavior of the Demon Worshiping Sect.

Join the devil?

This is unbelievable for any normal human being.

They finally had the opportunity to ask questions directly, and they really wanted to know what these people were thinking.

Lian Tong looked at the abbot and the others with compassion, "Because we have grasped the truth."

This kind of quiet enthusiasm undoubtedly made the abbot, who was a religious person himself, feel uncomfortable.

But it is this fanaticism that means they also have faith.

"What truth?"

“Truth is truth, and what we do is truth.”

"Your truth is to summon the devil to destroy everything?" The national teacher was incredulous.

"This is just an appearance." The copper refiner smiled fearlessly, then turned his head to look into the darkness, his tone dark, "I just didn't expect you to see through our plan so early. We've been observing for a long time... The abbot and the state teacher probably don't have this ability, so is it that young man from the Zhengyang Sect?"

When he said this, his face froze, and he remembered something that was circulating in the organization today...

The actions against those chambers of commerce were not all successful. I heard that the actions around Lingyun Sect were also disrupted by a disciple of Zhengyang Sect.

But the disciple of Zhengyang Sect seems to be called "Bai Ji"?
Is he a sword cultivator?
Another disciple of Zhengyang Sect here... is he also good at formations?
Ha! The disciples of the Zhengyang Sect are truly talented!

Speaking of this incident, the abbot's face was heavy. "So what exactly are you going to do in our Mingguang Temple?"

In a daze, someone said that someone was plotting against them in Minguang Temple, and in a daze, they started a fight.

And even now when everything has settled, they still don't know what their opponent's core purpose is?
The copper refiner smiled feebly, "Where's the great formation master you took over the formation plate from? Why hasn't he appeared yet? He should have known about the events here since he took over the formation plate."

"Of course I understand." A hollow voice echoed in the sky above the courtyard. The voice was steady and ethereal, like the sound of Sanskrit from outer space.

"It was you who broke our dark magic circle?" Lian Tong responded loudly with his last breath.

"You want to use the power of the Mingguang Temple's Ten Thousand People's Dharma Array to nurture your Demon Lord..."

The longer they stay, the more all the believers who come to Minguang Temple to make wishes and burn incense, no matter how shallow their faith is, will become the pillars of the demon god here because of the Ten Thousand People Formation.

Tens of millions? Hundreds of millions?
No one knows how many believers the Mingguang Temple would have had if it had not been discovered.

If that time really comes, I don’t know whether the surrounding sects will be able to cope with the demon god who has almost swept across the entire Baoliuli Kingdom.

Lin Jian felt heavy in his heart as he spoke.

Although he had just cracked a conspiracy set by the Demon Worshiping Sect, his mood was not much better.

Did you find it?

In fact, all the plans of the Demon Worship Sect do not rely on the special actions of a few people at the last moment, or any potential explosion.

Whether it was last time, or the time before that...

Their plan lies in every minute and every second, in the latent period when everything has not yet erupted.

Their plan was never about a spectacular explosion, but rather about subtle erosion day by day.

When they finally chose to show their hand, all their conditions would be met. If they could not detect the other party before they achieved their ultimate goal, as they did this time, they would have no choice but to wait for the arrival of doom.

Even so, Mingguang Temple was almost reduced to ruins, and countless believers present were killed or injured...

Besides this, if we look beyond here and look at the Seventh Realm… or even the entire Xuanhuang Realm, how many places at the same time are these people from the Demon Worship Sect laying out these plans?
But fortunately... I never fight alone.

In this world, there are always more people who have the same goal as you.

The abbot, the imperial teacher, countless unknown believers... or even the seemingly cynical guys like Fairy Hongxia and Hua Xiaodie, never compromised when they should have been fighting.

And Haruyuki...wait!
Where is the Spring Snowman?

Haruyuki, who hadn't been noticed by Lin Jian when he scanned every corner of the formation with his spiritual sense, had somehow sat down at the feet of a Buddha statue in a large hall.

In the darkness, she stared with sparkling eyes at the black figure behind the Buddha statue who looked sneaky and seemed to be about to do something unknown.

"Little Jianzi is still no match for you... He didn't even notice such a big loophole in the magic circle. If he knew that you guys escaped in the end, wouldn't he cry his eyes out?"

"Hmm~ But if I don't tell him, he probably won't know either. There's no need to worry about such a small matter."

Haruyuki's mumblings were not hidden from outsiders.

The deep female voice whispering in the darkness frightened the figure who was fumbling behind the Buddha statue and trembled violently. "Who! Who's talking?!"

Haruyuki conjured a candlestick from nowhere and placed it on his chin. He then floated over in a shadowy, frightening manner, "I'm a ghost~ I'm a ghost~"

"It's your mother!" The figure suddenly punched out with a punch, but Chunxue dodged it easily.

The two stood behind the Buddha statue, staring at each other in bewilderment. Haruyuki looked at him with amusement, "Sweeping Immortal?"

The Sweeping Immortal heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it was Haruyuki. "Is she that boy's maid?"

mortal.

Just a mortal, don't worry about it.

The Sweeping Immortal waved his hand and said, "Go play somewhere else. Don't disturb me while I'm working."

Afraid Chunxue wouldn't know what was good for her, the Sweeping Immortal even warned her, "I'm a cultivator, just like the young master you serve. I can kill you at any moment, don't you know that?"

"Hmm?" Chunxue tilted her head. "Didn't you guys say before that I might have another identity? More noble and beautiful than that Hongxia Fairy or something? Tell me more about it."

"You're hilarious." The Sweeping Immortal continued with his work, forming hand gestures as if extracting something from a Buddha statue. "I just casually said it, and your young master actually told you about it... Even if we can't tell, can someone like Fairy Hongxia not see your true identity?"

But judging from Fairy Hongxia's attitude, she doesn't take this mortal girl seriously...

It was estimated that the young cultivator was just an ordinary disciple of a sect, and he was lucky enough to be noticed by Fairy Hongxia.

For excitement, he even took his apprentice to have a threesome with someone, which led to two of the three women around him being of prominent background.

But that doesn’t mean the mortals who were originally around that kid can be that powerful.

Haruyuki pressed on, "But what if it's true?"

"Is it really true?" The Sweeping Immortal rubbed his chin twice. "Then show me your true face. The one who can deceive Fairy Hongxia and even surpass her in beauty must be the Linglong Saintess of the Zhengyi Holy Land, right? The Saintess shouldn't mind letting ordinary cultivators like us see her face, right?"

"Saintess Linglong?" Chunxue scratched his head. "I've never heard of her..."

The Sweeping Immortal sneered, "I knew you were just a mortal girl with no experience, and you're still trying to act so high and mighty with me. But you're smart. Just stay here and don't go out and tell me the news. I'll leave after I'm done, and I won't make things difficult for you."

"Are you a really nice person?"

"That's not true." The Sweeping Immortal was very proud. "My brothers and I are all very kind people. By the way, I'll go talk to your son about this and ask him to learn more about the beliefs of the Humanitarian Alliance. We are all working for the future of humanity~"

As the voice said this, a dark red core that continuously emitted unstable tentacles in the darkness was finally extracted from the Buddha statue.

Haruyuki narrowed his eyes as he looked at the demon fragment in his hand, which was too big for even ordinary people to look at. "So... you are supporting the demon for the future of humanity?"

"They know nothing!" The Sweeping Immortal sneered, then realized the problem. "No! How can you look directly at the Lord's true face?!"

“Run!” Before Haruyuki could utter a single word, the Demon Core he was holding in his palm let out a panicked growl.

"Ah?" The Sweeping Master hasn't reacted yet.

Haruyuki narrowed his eyes and smiled at the other person. "I was wondering why the atmosphere here felt a little familiar the last time I came here. So it really is you..."

"Run! Run!" The Demon Core kept urging.

He felt genuine fear for this female swordsman who could tie when fighting seven against one, but could kill with explosive force when fighting one against one, as only the last fragment of her remained.

Which kind swordsman, after witnessing the death of his six fellow disciples, was so heartbroken that he fought even more fiercely?
And who the hell said that he was seriously injured by the seven men's joint attack?
nonsense!

It was obvious that he was chased and beaten from the sky to the ground by this explosive female swordsman who witnessed all his fellow disciples die in front of him.

Even now it has become like this, but she still lingers around and refuses to let me go!

Nima!

“Run, run, run!”

The Sweeping Master finally reacted and said, "Run now, run now."

"Wait, wait!" the devil suddenly shouted again.

The Sweeping Immortal was stunned, "Sir... should I run away or not?"

The core hangs in mid-air, its spiky synapses radiating and contracting rhythmically.

After seemingly gazing at Haruyuki for a moment, the demon core suddenly let out a rough, frosted laugh.

"Hahahahaha! I'm not the one who should be running! I'm not the one who should be running!"

"I told you that there's no way a cultivator from your race could kill me and still be unharmed!"

"That sword strike must have used all your strength!"

"I still need to suppress my evil nature! Haha! I still need to suppress my evil nature!"

"Do you still have even one ten-thousandth of the strength you once had?"

Haruyuki tilted his head. "So? Can't I just call for help? You don't think you're any good at fighting now, do you?"

"Hmph! I can retract my demonic nature at any time! Then you won't be my match!"

"Then I won't have to suppress my demonic nature anymore~"

"Hmm~"

Right.

A stubborn mind leads to blockage in both ends.

The demon was silent.

The demon collapsed, "Run!"

(End of this chapter)