Fengyunlu

After some careful consideration, he finally figured out the whole story, and his worries disappeared, replaced by a calm state of mind. He quietly waited to see the result, but he was still full of doubts, wondering why his elder brother would do such a thing. He kept his eyes on the development of the matter, as if looking for the answer.

However, reality often runs counter to ideals. He originally thought that his elder brother was controlled by some means and could not act independently. Although this was indeed true, he underestimated the deep hatred between the Hidden Sword Sect and the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss. The two families had a long history of fighting, and the hostility between them was deep-rooted, just like water and fire, completely incompatible.

In the Hidden Sword Sect, apart from other things, Bo Liangzi alone was filled with a deep hatred. His parents were killed by the Wan Mo Yuan, and his two younger brothers were also killed. What was even more heartbreaking was that his wife was also killed by the Wan Mo Yuan a few years ago, leaving behind a baby who was still in her infancy and was less than five years old.

Such a deep hatred was enough to make Bo Liangzi prefer to kill someone by mistake rather than let go of any possible enemy when facing the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss. Therefore, when he saw that Zhu Chunguang might just be implicated, he did not hesitate and immediately formed a sword formation with everyone, attracting millions of Qingfeng sword intentions on the Sword Cliff of Canshan. These sword intentions merged into one, turning into the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Qi, with the sharp edge leading, and directly slashed at Zhu Chunguang, who was carrying the evil spirit and had turned into a Dharma image.

Zhu Chunguang was at a loss for words by this sudden attack. He did not understand why he was in such a situation from beginning to end. Because his cultivation was too low, in addition to the magic power of the Heavenly Demon Order, his own spiritual power could not provide much support for the Heavenly Demon Order. Therefore, the Heavenly Demon Order did not have enough foundation to operate, and naturally could not replenish too many demons in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for the Xuantian Dharma Image to display its magical powers. Therefore, even though he was carrying demons, the height of the Xuantian Dharma Image was only a hundred feet, and the magical power of the Dharma Image was not solid enough, which gave Bo Liangzi and the dozen people around him the confidence to take action.

Otherwise, if it was any high-level cultivator from the Wanmo Abyss, using the Heavenly Demon Order to summon the Dharma Image, even in the heart of the Jianyin Sect, if there was no Saint-level master of his uncle's generation to take action, even with the sword formation blocking it, Bo Liangzi and the others would have no choice but to watch the Dharma Image leave freely.

Under the current circumstances, Zhu Chunguang's cultivation was insufficient, and he was not doing it voluntarily, but was forcibly controlled by the Heavenly Demon Order. Although he summoned the Xuantian Dharma Image, his hundred-foot body was not solid, and its power naturally could not compete with the Nine Heavens Demonic Qi that was jointly induced by Bo Liangzi and more than a dozen Heavenly Rank high cultivators.

Moreover, among these dozen people, there was also Bo Liangzi, the person who was in charge of the sect. Therefore, when the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Qi came out, wherever its edge passed, it immediately turned into a huge sword that covered the sky and the sun, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhu Chunguang. In the blink of an eye, the giant sword stabbed into the Xuantian Dharma Image, and the black demons immediately surged out, trying to resist. The Dharma Image's body of a hundred feet was surrounded by billowing black smoke, blowing the Canshan Mountain full of fishy winds, and the giant sword was also deflected by the blow, and was blasted to the side from the Dharma Image's body, and flew out for an unknown distance with a whoosh.

Afterwards, Bo Liangzi and others followed closely behind, each holding a sharp blade, and from different directions, they faintly combined with each other to form a strange sword formation, and rushed straight to the Dharma Image. The sword energy in the sky crisscrossed, and the endless sword intent and sharpness made the Xuantian Dharma Image turbulent for a while, and faintly showed signs of imminent collapse.

Bo Liangzi's eyes moved, and he activated the sword technique. He stepped back, and the 100-foot giant sword that had penetrated immediately turned back, and the sharp edge rushed to the back of Xuantian Faxiang again. The sword was aimed at the back beam of Faxiang's brain. Once it was hit, Zhu Chunguang, who was at the center of his eyebrows, would also be affected. Since Zhu Chunguang's cultivation was not high, and he did not do so voluntarily, he would most likely die without a complete body if he was forcibly controlled and hit by the giant sword.

However, at this critical moment, a person beside him seemed to be reluctant, with an embarrassment on his face. After all, although the magic image was full of demonic energy, the fear on the faces of the people inside was self-evident, and they were obviously shocked by their own situation. In addition, although these two people came to become his disciples, although some situations had occurred, everything was still unclear. Without asking the reason, they killed them so ruthlessly, which was obviously inconsistent with their moral principles.

Therefore, the man immediately shouted loudly, reminding Bo Liangzi not to make a mistake. Although the hatred between him and Wan Moyuan was as deep as the sea, the situation of the two people in front of him was unknown, so it was not appropriate to kill them so easily.

His reminder was quite timely, but Bo Liangzi didn't take it seriously at all. In his opinion, that guy was carrying the Heavenly Demon Order, so even if he was not sent by Wanmoyuan, he must have some connection with them. Since he is related, what's wrong with killing one? What's more, he has already captured another person, and he can still find out the reason. Even if he finds out that he killed the wrong person in the end, so what? He has the Heavenly Demon Order on him, how wrong can he be? The worst that can happen is that he will have to pay something in the end. Bo Liangzi thought so in his mind. He had his own views and plans on the situation in front of him. He believed in his intuition and judgment. Even if this might bring some trouble, he was willing to bear the consequences.

Thinking of this, Bo Liangzi waved his hand, and the hundred-foot-long giant sword became even more powerful, and it was about to smash Xuantian Faxiang's head to pieces. Under Bo Liangzi's control, the giant sword was like a lightning that cut through the sky, with indescribable power and speed, heading straight for the target. Wherever the sword energy passed, even the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

The man who tried to dissuade him saw this and realized that Bo Liangzi was blinded by hatred and had a demon in his heart. The demonic thoughts that he had suppressed with great difficulty over the years were just brought out by this incident. No wonder the headmaster asked him to stay and look after the house. Even the junior brothers with lower cultivation were taken away, but Bo Liangzi, as the eldest brother, was left to look after the house. The headmaster must have seen his demons and was afraid that he would go to the battlefield and get stained with blood, and finally reach a point where he could not turn back. The man knew that deep in Bo Liangzi's heart was an irrepressible anger and hatred. He had been trying to suppress it over the years, but this incident was like a fuse that detonated the power deep in his heart.

Thinking of this, the man flew up and slapped Bo Liangzi on the shoulder, trying to interrupt his sword technique. At the same time, he cast a flash of spiritual light in his hand, heading straight for the endless abyss at the bottom of Jianya Mountain. His palm was full of power, intending to interrupt Bo Liangzi's spell, and the spiritual light was like a meteor, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the abyss, as if conveying some kind of information or warning.

Bo Liangzi was suddenly shocked, the sword in his hand was deviated, and the Qi lock also trembled. The hundred-foot giant sword was also affected. Although it pierced into the back of the head of the Dharma Elephant, it just brushed past the center of the eyebrows. The residual power of the giant sword directly injured Zhu Chunguang, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the surroundings were bloody. Although Bo Liangzi's attack deviated from the target, the aftermath still caused huge damage. Zhu Chunguang was seriously injured, and the blood dyed the surrounding air red.

"What are you doing?" Bo Liangzi asked with hatred in his eyes. His voice was full of anger and confusion. He didn't understand why someone wanted to stop him from completing his mission.

Beside that person, the person who was trying to stop him shook his head: "Brother, are you still not sober? Are you really going to make a big mistake?" There was worry and helplessness in his words. He didn't want Bo Liangzi to go down a path of no return because of a momentary impulse.

"Big mistake?" Bo Liangzi's eyes narrowed, his inner demon was touched, how could he distinguish right from wrong, his face became fierce, and he was about to attack again. When he pinched the sword formula, the hundred-foot-long giant sword turned back again, transformed into an invisible sword intent, and derived the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Qi, attacking the somewhat collapsed Xuantian Dharma Image like a stream of water. Bo Liangzi struggled in his heart, he didn't know if his choice was right, but he knew that he couldn't stop, he had to keep moving forward.

sigh~

The sharp edge moved straight to the sky, and the demon-slaying energy with a lavender light turned into eight strands, and came from all directions with countless huge ones to wrap inwards, and when it wrapped the Xuantian Dharma Image in it, a crushing force directly twisted and shook it, just like wringing out a towel, the eight strands of force gathered in one place, squeezing and moving from the outside to the inside. The demon-slaying energy was like a huge net, tightly wrapping the Xuantian Dharma Image, and then began to exert pressure, trying to completely destroy it.

The lavender light was tinged with a hint of green light. The Xuantian Dharma Image was squeezed and crackled. The originally majestic Heavenly Demonic Evil was unable to use its true power because Zhu Chunguang's cultivation was low and it was not his original intention. Therefore, it was faintly disintegrating at this time and it was obvious that it could not hold on. The Xuantian Dharma Image began to crack under the huge pressure and seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any time.

But Bo Liangzi was stunned when he saw it. Not only him, but also more than a dozen people around him were stunned. The Xuantian Dharma Image seemed to be slowly getting smaller, but its condensed aura became stronger and stronger, and in the end it was only more than ten feet in size, and it could not collapse at all. Moreover, its condensed degree had exceeded the peak of aura that could be achieved by ordinary saints. It seemed that Bo Liangzi's action was to remove the impurities from it, and at this moment, it had achieved its purpose. Bo Liangzi and the people around him were surprised to find that the Xuantian Dharma Image became more condensed and powerful under pressure.

"Is this wrong?" Bo Liangzi asked back calmly, his eyes extremely cold. His voice was full of confidence and determination. He believed in his own judgment and choice, even if it might cause some controversy and doubt.

The man was speechless, not knowing what to say. After all, looking at the situation, the magic image became active, and it was obviously controlled by someone, no longer a dead magic. Even if it looked not as good as before, its threat level was obviously not comparable to the previous one. The man fell into deep thought, and he began to doubt his previous judgment. Maybe Bo Liangzi's approach was not completely wrong.

Did I misread this?

The guy who had tried to stop the fight muttered to himself, and looked back at Zhu Chunhua who was tied up tightly. Zhu Chunhua's face was full of hatred, and his eyes were staring at Bo Liangzi, his eyes were full of disbelief and deep disappointment, as well as disgust and hatred for Bo Liangzi's brutal attack. This made him start to doubt whether he had made a mistake.

Looking at him, he doesn't seem to be pretending, but how did things turn out like this? Is there some unknown secret behind it? What is going on...

"Of course it's wrong." A low voice suddenly sounded, with a lazy tone, interrupting the man's thoughts and the tranquility on the mountain.

"Uncle-master, don't be like this..." Just as Bo Liangzi was about to explain, the thing that the giant sword had transformed into began to fall apart, and the more than ten feet long black magic image wrapped inside it slowly emerged.

When Bo Liangzi saw that the situation had changed, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. The people around him also looked annoyed, with deep self-blame in their eyes.

The Xuantian Dharma Image seemed to be real. The black lines outlined the image of a demon that no one had ever seen. It looked like a giant, but had three heads and six hands. Each hand held a strange-looking magical weapon. It seemed to move, and the head facing everyone, its tightly closed eyes trembled slightly.

Just like that, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth suddenly changed, endless black clouds came from all directions, strong black wind blew across the broken mountaintops, the murderous aura together with the thick black clouds in the sky pressed down on the Sword Cliff, as if to swallow up everything.

Moreover, the aura exuded by that magic elephant was clearly beyond the Saint level, and might even be at the Hunyuan level. Such a change made everyone present a little confused. Even Bo Liangzi and the others could not withstand the oppressive feeling, and they involuntarily took a few steps back. It was not until an old man slowly appeared that everyone's pressure was relieved at once.

"Uncle Master." More than a dozen people were rude one after another.

The old man was wearing a blue-gray cloth robe. He looked ordinary, without any special aura. He just stood there quietly. The magic elephant seemed to have encountered a strong enemy. Its eyes immediately opened, and it shot out two rays of light and stared at the old man, and took a few steps forward.

"Alas, young man, why are you so stubborn? Let go of your obsession, and I can still help you." The old man said lightly, his eyes full of apology.

"Help?" The Dharma image seemed a little dazed, with confusion in its eyes. After a while, it said in a buzzing voice: "Are you talking about him? Or me?"

The voice was like a muffled thunder, which made everyone look up involuntarily. The Dharma image had a naked upper body, and the area above the Dantian, probably the position of the Purple Palace, gradually became transparent as he spoke, and everyone could see clearly what was going on inside.

Zhu Chunguang closed his eyes, drooped his body, his whole body was covered in blood, his hands were hanging down, shaking slightly, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive, but his breath was so weak that it was almost undetectable. In front of his chest was the Heavenly Demon Token, emitting a faint black light. If you looked closely, it had some suction force, constantly sucking something from Zhu Chunguang's body.

"He is devoted to selling out demons, and his body is thick with blood. He has gone on a road of no return to the Demon Sect in exchange for his life. He uses the Heavenly Demon Order to sacrifice himself. Who else could it be if not sent by the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss?" Bo Liangzi recognized him at the first sight, and became more confident in his previous guess.

The old man's face darkened: "Shut up! You made a big mistake and you don't even realize it. I will settle the score with you after this matter is over."