Fengyunlu

Zhu Chunguang's cultivation was not yet complete. He did not do those actions of his own accord. He was forced by the Heavenly Demon Order. Although he could summon the intimidating-looking 100-foot-long Mysterious Heavenly Dharma Image, it was actually not very reliable. Compared with the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Qi created by the dozen or so Heavenly Rank High Cultivators, it was nothing. Especially with the big shot Bo Liangzi in charge, once released, it would be a giant sword that covered the sky and the sun, stabbing directly at Zhu Chunguang and stabbing into the Dharma Image in one go.

As a result, the demon came out to block the knife and punched the giant sword away. Black smoke billowed, blood and rain fell, and the sword was also hit off the side, and flew away with a whoosh. Then the dozen or so high-ranking cultivators did not hesitate, each with a knife, slashing in all directions, and even set up a sword formation, making the Dharma image shaky and about to fall apart.

Bo Liangzi glared at this moment, and urged the sword technique. The giant sword whizzed back and aimed directly at the back of the head of the Dharma Elephant. If this hit, Zhu Chunguang would definitely be seriously injured. His cultivation was not very good to begin with, and he was forced to do this. If he was hit again, he might die.

At this juncture, someone nearby couldn't stand it anymore and showed a difficult expression on his face. He thought, although this image is scary, the guys inside are also pitiful. The two of them came to learn from the master, but now it's like this, and I don't know the specific situation. It seems a bit unreasonable to kill them like this.

He quickly shouted, asking Bo Liangzi not to be blinded by hatred. But Bo Liangzi ignored him, thinking that the people of Wanmoyuan deserved to die. This guy had the Heavenly Demon Order. Even if he was not from Wanmoyuan, he must have had some connection with them. So he could be killed. At most, he could be compensated.

Thinking of this, Bo Liangzi exerted his strength, and the giant sword became more powerful, heading straight for the Dharma Image. The man next to him saw that it was bad, Bo Liangzi was blinded by hatred, and his inner demon came out. The inner demon that he had suppressed for all these years was now detonated. No wonder the head of the sect kept him at home, because he was afraid that he could not control himself.

The man quickly attacked, slapping Bo Liangzi on the shoulder, trying to interrupt his sword tactics. At the same time, a flash of light flashed in his hand, and he rushed to the bottom of the sword cliff. Bo Liangzi swayed, and the sword tactics deviated. The giant sword just grazed the eyebrows of the magic image. However, the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Qi was still fierce. Zhu Chunguang was directly injured, and blood sprayed all over the ground, and the surroundings were bloody.

"What on earth are you doing?" Bo Liangzi's eyes were cold enough to freeze, and his anger was about to explode. He turned his head suddenly, his voice trembling: "Are you going to go all the way to the end, and won't be satisfied until the world is turned upside down?" The man next to him had a sad face, shook his head gently, and said earnestly: "Brother, I see you haven't come to your senses yet. If you keep going this way, be careful not to make the same mistake again and again, and regret it in the end."

"Regret?" Bo Liangzi's eyes shone when he heard the word. The devil in his heart seemed to be poked. He could no longer tell east from west. His face was fierce, and he was about to attack again. He pinched the sword formula with his fingertips, and the hundred-foot-long giant sword flew back as if it was listening to his command. The sword body shook and turned into invisible sword energy. With the power of the Nine Heavens Demon Slayer, it rushed towards the shaky Xuantian Dharma Elephant like flowing water.

whoosh-

The sword light shot up into the sky, and a layer of light purple light appeared above the nine heavens. The demon-slaying energy was divided into eight forces, covering the Xuantian Dharma Image from top to bottom. When it was completely covered, the terrifying force squeezed it violently like squeezing water out of a towel.

There was a hint of green light in the lavender light, and the Xuantian Dharma Image was crackling. Because Zhu Chunguang's cultivation was not enough and he did not use the Heavenly Demon Order sincerely, it now looked like it was about to fall apart.

Bo Liangzi was stunned when he saw this scene. Not only him, but the people around him were also stunned. Although the Xuantian Dharma Image was getting smaller and smaller, its momentum was even stronger. In the end, it was only a dozen feet in size, but it was as stable as a mountain. This condensed power even exceeded the peak of the Saint level. It seemed that Bo Liangzi's previous action helped it remove impurities and reach a new height.

"This... can it be wrong?" Bo Liangzi asked coldly, with determination in his eyes.

The man next to him was speechless, his heart was beating fast. After all, the changes that could be seen showed that the people in the Xuantian Dharma Image must know how to use the Heavenly Demon Order. Now this Dharma Image is obviously not the same as before. Although it doesn't look so scary, it is definitely much more threatening.

The man kept muttering in his heart, was he wrong in his judgment? He turned to look at Zhu Chunhua who was being controlled, and saw Zhu Chunhua staring at Bo Liangzi hatefully, with disbelief and disappointment in his eyes, as well as deep hatred for Bo Liangzi's killing.

"Of course it's wrong." A lazy voice suddenly came out, interrupting everyone's thinking.

"Uncle-master, don't..." Bo Liangzi was about to retort, but he found that the sword energy of the giant sword began to dissipate, and the Xuantian Dharma Image inside was also revealed.

Bo Liangzi shut up immediately, and the faces of the people around him changed as well, each of them blaming themselves and feeling annoyed.

The Xuantian Dharma Image was like a real entity. The black lines outlined a monster with three heads and six hands, each holding a strange magic weapon. It seemed to move, and its eyes trembled slightly.

At this moment, the sky changed drastically, dark clouds gathered, and the wind howled. The murderous aura seemed to swallow up the entire Sword Cliff. The momentum of the Xuantian Dharma Image had surpassed the Saint level, and might even have reached the Hunyuan realm. Such a change was confusing, and even Bo Liangzi and the others were forced to retreat. It was not until an old man appeared that everyone felt the pressure was reduced.

"Master uncle!" A group of young people rushed forward one after another, bowing, looking embarrassed but also respectful. The old gentleman, dressed in a gray robe, looked ordinary, and would definitely be hard to find in a crowd. He quietly poked there, like the surrounding scenery, inconspicuous. But when the magic elephant saw him, it was like seeing a ghost, its eyes widened, emitting two cold rays, its calves trembling, and nervously took a step forward.

"Hey, young man, why are you doing this? Let go of that thorn in your heart, maybe I can help you." The old man spoke indifferently, his voice gentle and calm, but his eyes hid apology and helplessness.

"Save? Save who?" The demon elephant was stunned, his eyes were confused, and after a while he asked in a muffled voice, "Save him, or save me?"

The voice was like thunder, startling everyone and making them look up. The demon elephant was shirtless, and there was a spot on his chest, probably his pubic region. As he spoke, a little light shone from that spot, clearly illuminating the situation inside.

Zhu Chunguang closed his eyes, hanging limply, his face covered in blood, his hands trembling limply, his life or death uncertain. In front of him floated a demon token, glowing faintly, as if it was secretly absorbing something from his body.

"This is the unique skill of the Demon Sect, not the work of Wanmoyuan's gang. Then who is this guy?" Bo Liangzi saw through the trick at a glance and became more confident in his guess.

But the old man's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted loudly: "Shut up! You have caused a big disaster and you still don't know how to reflect on it. I will settle the score with you later!"

"Uncle Master, he..." Bo Liangzi wanted to make a few more excuses.

"Get lost!" The old man shouted at him mercilessly, his eyes full of dominance. Bo Liangzi reluctantly stepped aside, still feeling angry.

The old man ignored him and turned to the demon elephant and said, "I don't know where your demon friend came from. This young man invited you here on impulse. But this is the territory of Xuanmen. You broke the rules, so you should think about the consequences."

After hearing this, the demon elephant stopped walking, its arrogance faded a lot, and its face turned ashen, obviously it was thinking seriously.

After a long while, the demon elephant said slowly: "He has the token, so it doesn't count as breaking the rules."

"Okay, then don't blame me for being rude." The old man didn't hesitate any more and used a big move. A green light flashed and the wind around him blew like crazy.

With the old man as the center, the air was surging. Except for the disciples of Jianyin Sect and Zhu Chunhua, the surrounding black clouds and black wind disappeared. The old man jumped up, and his momentum was just like a god descending from heaven. Xuantian Dharma Image was taller and more powerful than usual.

He reached out and grabbed the demon elephant like a chicken. The demon elephant had no way to stop him and its eyes were full of fear.

The old man took out another furnace, threw the magic elephant into it, closed the lid, and asked coldly: "I'll ask you again, are you going or not?"

The demon elephant did not answer, but picked up the magic weapon and smashed it at the furnace cover, trying to escape.

bang~

A thunderous roar exploded in the ears, just like the thunder from the sky fell to the earth. There was a magic in the sound, which made people feel sleepy unconsciously. On Canshan Mountain, although the heavenly masters such as Bo Liangzi were also affected, they could secretly ward off the sleepiness by relying on their profound skills. But Zhu Chunhua was miserable. He was only at the Phoenix Initial Realm, with shallow cultivation and no one to help him. As soon as he heard the sound, he felt a strong sleepiness coming over him. He closed his eyes and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the old man's image had disappeared, and the surroundings were quiet. Bo Liangzi and the others surrounded him, their faces solemn. The demons his elder brother Zhu Chunguang had called over had disappeared, leaving only a black jade tablet on his elder brother, emitting a faint light. Zhu Chunhua's heart tightened, and he hurried over to see his elder brother lying on the ground, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul, only his chest was slightly rising and falling, indicating that he was still breathing.

"Brother..." Zhu Chunhua called softly, his voice full of worry and sadness. His brother seemed to have some reaction, his eyes flickered, the corners of his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something. Zhu Chunhua was so happy that he quickly leaned over and put his ear close to his brother's mouth, wanting to hear what he said.

But his eldest brother's voice was too weak to be heard. He only uttered a few words intermittently: "Old...Second...Master...Master said...said..." Then the voice disappeared. His eldest brother's eyes also became dim, and his breath slowly disappeared, until there was no movement at all.

Zhu Chunhua didn't say anything, nor did he look at anyone else. He just gently picked up his elder brother, his eyes full of determination, as if he had returned to that morning after the rain. He didn't complain, nor did he make any extra movements. He just turned around silently, and walked down the broken mountain step by step. His back looked particularly lonely and desolate in the sunset.

Many years later, Bo Liangzi became the head of Jianyin Sect. Every time he thought of that incident, his heart was filled with regret and self-blame. But the mistake had been made, and he could only accept it helplessly. That knot that could not be untied kept haunting him. Even though he later became an emperor and his sword attainments reached the peak, the inner demon still followed him like a shadow, making it difficult for him to improve his cultivation.

Until one day, a young man came to Jianyin Sect, saying that he was a disciple of Quanxin Sect. His sect was destroyed and he was homeless. He was instructed by a master to come to Bo Liangzi. He also took a wooden box with a token in it and gave it to the disciple guarding the gate, saying that the master would summon him as soon as he saw him. The gatekeeper did not dare to neglect it and reported it quickly. Bo Liangzi really ordered a summons and took the young man to Jianya.

On the Remaining Mountain, Bo Liangzi sat cross-legged, with two sharp swords in front of him, the blades flashing with cold light. These two swords were the magic weapons that Zhu Chunguang and Zhu Chunhua found when they became apprentices. For so many years, they have never changed owners, standing alone on the Remaining Mountain, as if silently telling the forgotten story.

The young man stood respectfully in front of Bo Liangzi, handing over the wooden box with both hands, his eyes showing both expectation and trepidation. Bo Liangzi slowly opened the wooden box, and inside was a familiar token, glowing faintly, exactly the same as the one he remembered. His heart trembled suddenly, as if he had returned to that thrilling night many years ago.

He stared at the token and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Who is your master? Why did he ask you to come to me?"

The young man lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "My master is the former head of Quanxin Sect. He said that you are his old friend and the only one who can help me rebuild the sect."

Bo Liangzi sighed, his eyes were complicated. He stood up, walked to the edge of Jianya, looked at the endless mountains in the distance, and felt mixed emotions. He knew that the debt he owed would have to be repaid eventually.

"Okay," he turned around and said to the young man, "From now on, you are a disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect. I will do my best to teach you swordsmanship and help you grow. But you must remember that no matter when or where you are, you must not forget your roots and your original intention."

The young man knelt down excitedly and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Master! I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Bo Liangzi helped him up, with a gleam of determination in his eyes. He knew that in order to make up for his past mistakes, he had to pay more. And the young man in front of him might be his chance to start over.

As the sun sets, the two stand side by side on Jianya. Their future is full of unknowns and challenges, but Bo Liangzi believes that as long as they have faith and courage in their hearts, they will be able to overcome all difficulties.