Fengyunlu

The cat demon knew the weight of the burden on her shoulders. During that decisive battle, she was the first to retreat. Once everything was settled, she returned to the Fairy Demon Island, taking the remains of the prisoners along with all the Han Clan's treasures, divine weapons, and other valuables. She left the island empty, ready for the army to plunder. However, over a hundred years ago, the Fairy Demon Island reopened. Rumor has it that the Two Sages of the Clouds had somehow summoned the leader, Xu Yidai, and the Han Clan began to revive.

At first, some coveted the wealth of the Poor Clan, but the Demon King personally drove them away. As their notoriety spread, the world rekindled its memory of the Poor Clan's power. The Demon King held six of them, and though he still existed, he no longer possessed the same combined might as he had in the past. Gradually, people gave up on the idea, allowing the Poor Clan of Fairy Demon Island to reappear.

Time flew by, and over a hundred years slipped away quietly. The Demon King of those days rarely showed up. Perhaps the only place he could personally take action was Thunder Mountain. Even if his Thunder Skills were renowned, or the Spring and Autumn Emperor came personally, if the Immortal Concubine hadn't been there, the Demon King probably wouldn't have appeared.

"The Demon King is coming. I wonder when grandpa will arrive." Feng Chen was in Hongzhong at this time. He looked towards the north through the faint yellow light, his heart filled with worry.

He had long heard of the Demon King's abilities. Even if his father had been resurrected, the current situation would have been unpredictable. Otherwise, his father wouldn't have remained in the kiln when trapped on the Immortal Demon Island. It was precisely because of the Demon King's presence on the island that his father hadn't been able to escape, which was why his grandfather had to come to his rescue.

Today, with that slovenly man's unrivaled swordsmanship and the Demon King already arriving, even with the Spring and Autumn Emperor's assistance, Lei Gong was severely injured, and Feng Chen might not be able to hold his own against two. He couldn't help but worry, after all, no one knew the Demon King's intentions.

However, with Ah Li here, and coupled with her previous connection, perhaps the Demon King wouldn't resort to murderous means, and Thunder Mountain might avoid a major disaster. At the very least, they could hold out until his grandfather, the Great Emperor Cang Yun, arrived. Feng Chen thought to himself, and it was indeed the case.

Seeing that he was anxious and that he turned around to look at him, Ali smiled and shook his head at him, indicating that the Demon King had no ill intentions.

Sure enough, the sloppy man felt the breath of the Demon King and heard the joke, and replied softly: "Since you, the Demon King, are here in person, I will leave this Demon Hill to you." After that, he moved his right hand and was about to throw the Demon Hill towards Liuguang.

"Hey, Brother Canjian, you should come. I won't get involved in this matter." As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of light followed the purple cloud and descended directly beside A-Li, revealing the Demon King. Simultaneously, he moved his foot, and the dewdrops beneath the feet of A-Li, Zhuang Mo, Xue Ya, and the others vanished. Ripples followed, and the dewdrops generated by the Great Emperor Diagram throughout Thunder Mountain were forced back into the Great Emperor Diagram, condensing into the Great Emperor Diagram and landing in Luo Hongchen's hands.

Luo Hongchen reached out to catch it, then with a flick of his hand, put the Great Emperor Diagram into his bag. "Your Excellency, Demon King, are you going to challenge me, an old man, to a duel, or are you going to take your little wife back to the Immortal Demon Realm?"

Luo Hongchen knew that with the Demon King's arrival, the Demon Hill would be difficult to recapture today, unless Bai Qianyi arrived immediately. However, the South China Sea was far away, and if the two of them joined forces, the outcome would be decided in an instant. There was no other chance. It would be better to let him know what he was up to.

At this moment, the Demon King had already exchanged glances with A-Li. Before he could even greet Zhuang Mo, he heard Luo Hongchen ask, "Brother Luo, if you have a question, it's fine. I don't want to cause any trouble. I'm taking my wife and her brother back to the Fairy Demon Hall. Please don't stop me, Brother Luo."

Luo Hongchen nodded, then shook his head: "This place is not under the control of the old man."

The implication was that although there was nothing going on between the two of them, the Demon King was in Thunder, so what was the matter with the Thunderbolt Hall? The two parties could discuss it separately, and the subsequent affairs involved would be discussed later. At the moment, Luo Hongchen was only interested in the sloppy man, at least Moqiu.

"Brother Luo is right." The Demon King immediately smiled, then greeted Zhuang Mo, turned around and looked at the giant sword in front of the sloppy man, raised his head and shouted greetings to the immortal formation.

"Master Lei, my wife accidentally offended you today because she was in a hurry to save her brother. I am here to apologize to you on her behalf. I am willing to compensate for all those messed up things. Just tell me what you need me to do?" As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall looked at their master in unison.

The demon king was thin and lean, standing next to A-Li, about the same height. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was also somewhat handsome. His eyes were deep, distant, and calm. Although he appeared calm, he gave off an air of overwhelming power. This feeling was even more disempowering than the cold aura and sharp eyes emanating from the slovenly fellow.

"Leave Moqiu here, and you take your men away." Lei Gong's voice was cold and calm, and his words revealed an unquestionable firmness. He shut up after he finished speaking.

The demon king nodded, turned to look at Fengchen, and then asked A Li: "Do you want to take this child with you?"

"No, he is my sister Bai's child. He has a deep hatred for Xu Yi and cannot be brought to the Fairy Demon Island." Ali's answer was straightforward and unambiguous.

"Do... it...."

A voice as weak as a mosquito's buzzing, the sloppy man said these two words with difficulty while holding the magic hill in his hand, and then he fainted. It was unknown when he would wake up.

The sloppy man's eyes narrowed slightly and his fingers moved slightly.

With just this slight movement, the demon king immediately tensed up, his expression becoming serious. He glanced at the slovenly man and then quickly retreated, his movements as fast as the wind.

As he retreated, the demon king did not forget to stretch out his hand and cast a seal, injecting his true energy into the huge bell. Then, he used his true energy to pull him and A Li to his side.

Zhuang Mo watched him begin to move. The combined power of Taoism and Buddhism instantly erupted, a blend of clear and yellow radiance. With the aid of his demonic divine body, he instantly erected a barrier roughly three meters thick around him. A strange light flickered within the barrier, blocking all spiritual energy while simultaneously absorbing it. Nothing within it could escape, and instead fell under his control.

The demon king's eyes moved slightly, as if he thought Zhuang Mo would be fine, so he didn't care much and only focused on protecting Ali and Fengchen, keeping them by his side.

When the two of them moved, the people in Beichen Palace had not yet reacted, but True Man Xue Ya had already guessed what was going on and moved closer to the Demon King.

The Demon King didn't object, nor did he have time to respond. At that moment, the very sky and earth of Thunder Mountain seemed to change color! A tangible sword energy shot up into the sky. Although the giant sword on the slovenly man's chest hadn't yet reached its peak and was still a little weak in momentum, it was now firmly raised.

The cold wind bit at the bone, and the sword light shot straight up into the sky. The sword's force stirred the purple clouds at the horizon in the blink of an eye. It was as if a hole had been pierced through the crimson snake, and the purple thunderbolts fled, fearing they would be shattered. The sword light pierced through the purple clouds, its overwhelming momentum causing Thunder Mountain to whistle. The endless strong winds forced over a thousand people to look up.

"You dare!!" With a roar, Luo Hongchen finally reacted. The sloppy man attacked not for any party, but for the small altar in the thunder pool.

Nine lotus flowers bloomed quietly on the altar, one seemingly wilting. This was the spirit of Thunder Mountain. All the spiritual veins of the entire Fuyang Mountain Range were contained within these nine lotus flowers. If they were destroyed, the immortal veins of Thunder Mountain would be lost, and the entire Fuyang Mountain Range would lose its spirituality.

At that time, the mountains would wither, the rivers would flow backward, the birds and beasts would flee, and the grandeur of the Nine Glories and Eight Links would slowly fade into a dead silence. As a result, the hunters and fishermen who lived by the mountains and rivers, and the women who plowed and weaved during the spring, would gradually lose their livelihoods. They would either flee and become displaced victims, or struggle with hunger, even eating their own children. Regardless, the fate of all the people of the Fuyang Mountains would be shattered by this sword.

As the Spring and Autumn Emperor, Luo Hongchen had traveled the mortal world for countless years. He understood the great principles of the human world best and had tasted the sufferings of ordinary people. He knew the true meaning of it all, and how could he be willing to let those innocent people pay the price for the struggles between these mysterious sects?

He was unwilling, and neither was Lei Gong. The Thunderbolt Hall slayed demons and monsters, always upholding the righteousness of helping the world. Otherwise, how could the eight hundred disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall have won the four moral words: "The nine stars of Qixia watch the thunder, the eight hundred of Fuyang march for whom? The courage of the demons is disturbing the sky, and they all descend from the distant sky with a mighty thunder."

These four virtues are not empty words. Most of the people within a hundred miles of Thunder Mountain have been blessed by the Thunderbolt Hall. When heavy snow blocks the mountain, countless hunters and woodcutters have been left without food, and the Thunderbolt Hall has delivered food to them. When countless elderly women, children, and the elderly are left homeless and unable to receive medical care, the Thunderbolt Hall has cared for them, providing them with medical care, medicine, and food. Even during years of famine and disaster, the Thunderbolt Hall provides for the people...

Who among us, the residents of Thunder Mountain, hasn't benefited from the Thunderbolt Hall's kindness? We all sincerely support the Thunderbolt Hall. How could the Hall Master, Lei Gong, sit idly by and watch the Thunderbolt Hall's benevolent actions? If the immortal vein spirit is destroyed, Thunder Mountain will suffer.

If the Thunderbolt Hall's luck were lost, the avenue of the Thunder Pond would slowly vanish, the crimson silk thread in the sky would cease to circulate, and the Thunder Pond would dry up. Without a place for cultivation, the Thunderbolt Hall's foundation would be gone, leaving no one to succeed it. How could they possibly be worthy of their ancestors? Furthermore, if the Thunder Pond disappeared, the formation beneath it would collapse.

Although Lei Gong didn't know the secret, his ancestral teachings told him he must protect it. Furthermore, with the Spring and Autumn Emperor attaching such importance to it, Lei Gong knew that no matter what, this sword from the sky must not be allowed to fall.

So he raised his hand, and Lei Teng was summoned. The Immortal Absolute Array was fully activated, and Lei Gong's body was once again filled with Lei Gong. In the blink of an eye, the originally weak Lei Gong suddenly became energetic, and with a wave of his dark blue robe, he rushed straight into the sky.

He wasn't fighting alone; the Spring and Autumn Emperor, Luo Hongchen, had already set out. Luo Hongchen understood clearly that this wasn't an attempt to destroy spiritual roots; it was clearly an attack on the enemy's vital points. Righteous people spoke of benevolence and righteousness, but if they didn't intervene, even if the immortal veins weren't completely destroyed, at least half would be destroyed. While the Thunderbolt Hall might escape disaster, the people of the Fuyang Mountains would suffer.

But Luo Hongchen alone might not be able to completely block it. The sword's edge was too strong, its murderous intent too cold. Although Luo Hongchen had a high level of cultivation, if he didn't give his all, what would happen if he made a mistake? If he made a mistake, Luo Hongchen would feel distressed.

Fortunately, Lei Gong intervened in time, and despite being seriously injured, he fought with the force of thunder. Luo Hongchen nodded, then took the lead, wielding his most precious treasure - the Hongchen Lu, his divine weapon.

This talisman condenses the essence of the human world and transforms mortals into immortals. It was made by Luo Hongchen using the avenue of immortality and the power of all people. He felt the changes of heaven and earth during the Spring and Autumn period and it took three hundred years of forging.

After it was refined, it was already the end of the sixty-year period. The imprisoned person of the Han Clan's leader had retreated due to serious injuries, so there was no need to use the Hongchen Talisman. Naturally, no one knew its power. But when Luo Hongchen took it out at this time, he was obviously full of confidence.

I saw that the precious scroll was shaped like a beautiful jade, emitting brilliance all over its body, and the light was flowing, as warm as the vastness of heaven and earth. It worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, as if it had its own heaven and earth, and the mortal world was safe and sound.

"The Great Emperor Chunqiu, the Immortal Journey Avenue, are truly formidable." Seeing the sword's tip pointed towards the Thunder Pond, the Demon King understood Canjian and Moqiu's plan and lowered his guard. With his abilities, even if there were any aftermath, it would be a piece of cake, easily dealt with with a wave of his hand.

As he exclaimed in praise, the mortal scroll transformed into a vast expanse of the sky, filling it with illusions. Within the illusions were the sky, the earth, the mountains, the landscape, beasts roaming the mountains, birds flying through the sky, and countless, indescribable beings. The power of the mortal world and the great ways of the human world permeated Thunder Mountain, firmly blocking the sword's edge and causing it to gradually dissipate, as if melting between heaven and earth, vanishing into nothingness.

Lei Gong had just arrived and was also surprised by the scene. However, his heart was focused on the pass, and he knew that there was no time to waste. Although he could not use the power of the Zhoutian Realm, he could only force his way through it. Despite aggravating his serious injuries, he transformed into the Ancient Thunder God, his eyes focused, and he punched the giant sword at the waist.

Although the giant sword cut through everything, Lei Gong still managed to break it in half with the power of thunder. However, Lei Gong also suffered a backlash, and his internal energy became chaotic. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his essence was lost. It landed on the sword's edge and was directly devoured by it.

Then, although the giant sword broke in two, its power increased by 10%, instantly turning blood red, like a bloodthirsty demon, bursting out with powerful force left and right, almost seriously injuring Lei Gong again. After Lei Gong dodged, he felt regretful, knowing that it would be better to let the old man deal with it alone. Although it was slower, it was better than being implicated.

Faced with the sharp and bloodthirsty giant sword, the Red Dust Talisman was actually swallowed by it. The human power in it slowly seeped into the two halves of the blood-red giant sword, making its power even stronger.

Seeing the situation was dire, Luo Hongchen immediately recalled his Red Dust Talisman and personally stepped forward, using the power of a Great Emperor to forcibly block the two broken swords. He then abruptly turned and shouted, "Yijian Guhan, you are Mo Wenjian!!" With this cry, everyone present looked towards him.