Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

The longsword was caught between Yue Zhuoqun's two fingers. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he frantically channeled his true energy, trying to pull the longsword back.

But Yue Zhuoqun's seemingly ordinary two fingers contained a power capable of splitting mountains, making them difficult to shake.

"To use a sword in front of me is like showing off your skills before an expert," Yue Zhuoqun said with disdain.

He comes from a family of swordsmen, and his swordsmanship has long reached a level where he is hard to beat.

In recent years, he has even abandoned the sword and uses his hands to fight enemies.

Yang Xuyan tried to stab him with his sword, but he really kicked a hornet's nest.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Yang Xuyan's sword was already in his hand.

"I'll show you what unparalleled swordsmanship looks like!"

snort~

A bright sword light rose, illuminating the sky.

Yang Xuyan's eyes were glazed over, his mind completely absorbed in the sword technique.

Exquisitely beautiful and mysteriously profound, it's like being immersed in a sea of ​​swordsmanship.

What was clearly a single sword strike rapidly multiplied into ten, a hundred, and a thousand sword strikes the moment the sword move was outlined.

A Taoist term suddenly came to mind: "The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, and Three gives birth to all things."

The sword techniques evolved to their ultimate form, then merged back into one, perfectly matching the one that had vanished.

There is nowhere to escape, no trick to break through, and nothing to stop it!

puff!

Yang Xuyan was sent flying backward, his heart pierced by the longsword.

He clearly felt the passing of life, yet felt no pain whatsoever; all he felt was infatuation.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening!

These were the last thoughts that surfaced in his mind at the end of his life.

Wang Shichong, standing on high ground, saw this scene clearly.

Having never faced this sword directly, he didn't feel the same fascination as Yang Xuyan; all he felt was fear.

Yue Zhuoqun's strength made him feel powerless, and he almost gave up resisting.

But he dared not give up.

Giving up meant the failure of his great cause, which was harder for him to accept than death.

So he suppressed his fear and acted decisively.

His body soared down from the air, like a falcon swooping down on Yue Zhuoqun.

With his hands flailing wildly, his moves shifting constantly, the whirlwind condensing and compressing between his hands, transforming into transparent wind blades.

The Scripture of Wisdom that governs the root of all dharmas!

Only when his feet left the city wall did he unleash a move, condensing it into a wind blade.

When the body lunged at Yue Zhuoqun's head, there were already more than thirty wind blades stacked on top of each other.

Chaos erupted in this area, turning it into a stormy ocean, with the howling of wind blades completely drowning out the shouts of battle all around.

Soldiers who were close by were torn apart by the sharp energy of the wind blades, their blood raining down.

"Does condensing wind blades really need to be this complicated?"

Yue Zhuoqun spoke calmly.

The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached Wang Shichong's ears amidst the roar of the storm.

Yue Zhuoqun spread his five fingers and waved them lightly in front of him.

Boom!

More and more violent wind blades appeared out of thin air and clashed together!

Chapter 187 Wang Shichong's Defeat and Death, Feeding the Demon Seed

Wang Shichong unleashed over thirty wind blades that swept across the space, creating a scene of utter destruction.

However, the wind blades that Yue Zhuoqun stirred up with a light wave were several times more terrifying than those he had stacked up, comparable to the reversed flow of the Milky Way.

The same martial arts techniques, but different application methods; Yue Zhuoqun was clearly many times more skillful than Wang Shichong.

Wanwan, Ouyang Xiyi, and the others who were engaged in a fierce battle on the other side were stunned and couldn't help but look over here.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. This clash of wind blades was terrifying. Even the aftershocks would be enough to collapse the surrounding buildings, creating a truly earth-shattering scene.

However, Yue Zhuoqun's control over power exceeded everyone's expectations. After crushing Wang Shichong's wind blade storm, the remaining wind blades actually condensed into a wind wall, which only hit Wang Shichong's chest and did not affect the surrounding buildings at all.

"Oh!"

Wang Shichong's armor shattered, and his body smashed through the paving stones of Luoyang's streets, embedding them into the soil.

"Cough cough~"

Wang Shichong coughed up a mouthful of blood, his whole body ached terribly, and nearly 70% of his bones were shattered by the blast.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he stared intently at Yue Zhuoqun and asked angrily, "Where did you learn the secret techniques of my Great Ming Sect?"

Wang Shichong, as the former leader of the Ming Dynasty's religious sect, was not as easily fooled as Shangguan Long.

Only the Master and Atom are qualified to cultivate the Scripture of Wisdom that governs all laws and their origins. Even if Atom practices it, he must obtain the Master's permission.

Yang Xuyan, as an atomist of this generation, has never cultivated before.

In the world today, only he and Master Xu Kaishan should understand this martial art.

Unlike Shangguan Long, he wouldn't mistakenly believe that Yue Zhuoqun was also an atom of the Great Ming Cult.

If a successor who practices this martial art appears within the sect, he will surely learn of it immediately.

Without being notified, Yue Zhuoqun mastered this martial art, and his understanding of its profound mysteries far surpassed that of him, and even surpassed that of the cult leader Xu Kaishan.

This made him confused.

"This is not something you are qualified to know." Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly. "I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Since that's the case, everything you have is at my disposal!"

With 70% of his bones broken, Wang Shichong's injuries were beyond repair.

Rather than letting him wait to die, we should make the most of him.

Yue Zhuoqun opened his palm, pointing it at Wang Shichong's body from a distance.

hum!

An attraction surged from his palm, drawing Wang Shichong's true essence, blood, and spirit into his body.

He did not use the Supreme Longevity Technique to refine it, but instead poured it all into his dantian, making it nourishment for the demonic seed.

This method of nurturing demonic seeds by using others as nourishment was discovered accidentally while cultivating the Longevity Technique's internal energy.

When he first began cultivating the Longevity Technique, he drew upon the power of heaven and earth to enter his body, and nearly suffered a qi deviation. It was only when the demonic seed devoured the rampaging true qi that he was calmed down.

At that time, he discovered that the demonic seed was far more domineering than he had imagined, and could absorb any energy that entered his body.

Absorbing the power and blood of others to nurture the demon seed using the Supreme Longevity Technique is far faster than nurturing it with one's own Taoist true energy.

However, this method is against the natural order, so he rarely uses it.

Within just a few breaths, Wang Shichong's body withered and died as skin and bones.

"Demon... Demon!"

To Ouyang Xiyi and the others, this scene was nothing short of an extremely evil demonic art.

Terrified, their hearts pounded, and they dared not fight Wanwan any longer, turning to run away.

But as soon as they turned around, a terrifying attraction enveloped them, pulling their bodies toward Yue Zhuoqun's location. Their true essence, blood, and spirit were also drawn out of their bodies.

"Holy Lord, please don't kill me! I'm also a member of the Demonic Sect!" Ke Feng Dao Ren reacted quickly, knowing he couldn't escape, so he simply turned around and knelt down in front of Yue Zhuo Qun, saying in a very fast voice, "I come from the Lao Jun Temple, a branch of the True Transmission Dao, and I am willing to lead my sect to serve the Holy Lord. Please spare my life!"

Yue Zhuoqun frowned, and only then did the attraction leave him alone.

Ouyang Xiyi and his group suffered a terrible fate, following in the footsteps of Wang Shichong.

After absorbing the power of several experts, the demonic seed within his dantian became increasingly abundant, containing eerie demonic energy that was almost catching up with his own true energy.

Even the sinister aura emanating from him intensified.

The Taoist priest Kefeng, who had survived the ordeal, had his robes soaked with cold sweat. His face full of lingering fear, he kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Holy Lord."

"Hmph, you should thank yourself for your background," Yue Zhuoqun sneered.

The True Transmission Path is one of the six paths within the two sects of the Demonic Path.

This path has two branches: the True Lineage of the Daoist Master and the Laozi Temple. The True Lineage of the Daoist Master is represented by Zuo Youxian, one of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect, while the Laozi Temple is represented by the old Daoist Kefeng.

These two branches preserve a copy of the Dao Ancestor's Secret Scroll from the Heavenly Demon Strategy.

The true lineage of the Dao Ancestor is passed down through the "Secret Methods of the Dao Ancestor".

The Lao Jun Guan lineage inherits the Shangqing Heart Sutra.