Fengyunlu

"Brother, I've stayed here long enough. It's time to say goodbye. We'll meet again and then part ways." The Demon King left these words and waved his hand, signaling everyone to cease fighting, withdraw from the battle quickly, and return to the Fairy Demon Island.

Several responses echoed from the horizon. Blood Crow led the charge, followed by White Wolf, Old Ape, and other masters of the Immortal Demon Hall. They engaged the enemy head-on, using their true essence and divine weapons to carve a bloody path and retreat to the Demon King's side. Then, they exchanged glances, their bodies drifting, and moved closer to the disciples outside the Thunder Pool.

Following their movements, Jiu Tian Yuan Jun, Bai Xiyuan, and the others also retreated, some landing beside Ji Yao, while others rushed towards Luo Hongchen. For a moment, the battle in the Thunder Pond paused with the Demon King's earth-shattering attack. All forces began to retreat, and a new round of confrontation began.

"The Demon King has come from afar this time. As a guest, although he is now on someone else's territory, I am a thick-skinned old man, so I will take this opportunity to entertain the Demon King well. Besides, my friendship with the Demon King still exists, and some things need to be made clear." Luo Hongchen responded loudly, and his words revealed that he did not want to let the Demon King leave easily.

Fairy Ji Yao also chimed in, "With Old Master Luo in charge, our Lei Hall Master and the Yaochi and Cangyun families won't let the Demon King go easily."

"That's right, Fairy Ji Yao's words represent our position. My Cang Yun lineage will not let the Demon King leave easily." Bai Xiyuan slowly floated over and landed next to Ji Yao, secretly supporting her.

At this time, Lei Gong, the real boss of Leiming Mountain, said calmly: "Leave Moqiu behind, and the others can leave slowly."

When the Demon King heard this, he couldn't help but frown. To be honest, he didn't want to take action at this time. After all, he had some connection with Leiming Mountain. Although he was more on the side of his wife, the situation was complicated and difficult to explain to outsiders.

At this moment, he received a spiritual message from the Second Sage of the Clouds, asking him to help Moqiu at all costs. If it were anyone else, even if it was Sect Leader Xu Yida, he would not easily give face to such a spiritual message at this time, even if he had the ability to sever the slender lineage.

But the Two Sages of the Clouds were different. They had extensive experience and held high status. Not to mention the Demon King's close friendship with the two saints, the bond they had built when the prisoner had been in charge of the poor family, and his dying wishes. As long as the request wasn't excessive, the Demon King would generally agree. Even if the situation was difficult, even if Xu Yi didn't have the Demon King's support, with the Two Sages of the Clouds on his side, everything was negotiable.

This is why Xu Yi chose this moment to summon Mo Qiu, and why he had previously used the Heart-Torture Mantra to draw out Feng Chen's demonic energy, and then activated the Mo Wen Sword as his trump card. His goal was to ensure that Mo Qiu could succeed this time, or at least save his life. With the Immortal Concubine's arrival, the Demon King would surely come personally. This way, regardless of the opponent's intentions, regardless of whether they had support or who else came to help, Mo Qiu's success was guaranteed.

As for how Xu Yi calculated that Bai Ximo would soon take Fengchen north for a worship ceremony, there are too many twists and turns to explain in a few words. In short, Xu Yi's ability to predict everything and control everything is not because he can foresee the future, but because in some situations, from planning, entry, to control, every step, every detail, and even every link can be closely connected through clever means, seemingly ordinary yet unexpected. Whether it is news, intelligence, or any opportunity, it is something that those who enter the game should see.

Xu Yi didn't know how long this scheme had been set up, nor did he know when it started. He also didn't know how many people were involved in it, or how many more people would join in the future, or even whether he himself was involved in it. No one knew or understood all of this.

The only person who could guess some of the inside story was the sloppy Mo Wenjian, but his actions were always unexpected and no one could figure out what he was planning.

Perhaps the Demon King could understand a little, but he was just guessing, nothing more than a guess. Whether his guess was right or not, the Demon King didn't really care. What truly concerned him were the people in prison back then, and the posthumous arrangements he had made.

Having said that, although he had some concerns about Xu Yi's ambitions and felt that he might not be willing to serve the Han Clan wholeheartedly, he hadn't objected much when the Two Sages of the Clouds approached Xu Yi. Over the past century, he hadn't interfered too much. After all, as long as the Han Clan continued to exist, Xu Yi could do whatever he wanted. In his opinion, it was like playing a game with the Two Sages of the Clouds. Winning was best, but if he lost, he could try again. He, the Demon King, was full of confidence. He firmly believed that as long as the Han Clan existed, Xu Yi's little tricks would not matter to him. After all, the Demon King's confidence was rock solid. He believed that no matter how much Xu Yi messed around, it would not shake his foundation.

But now that the Two Saints of the Clouds had something to ask of him, he couldn't just sit back and watch. He said to Hall Master Lei, "Hall Master Lei, my wife has something going on today. She doesn't want to get involved. I just hope you won't embarrass her and let her leave safely. But there are some things I can't ignore, so I might offend you later." His words were a bit helpless, but they also made his stance clear. Even facing a master like Hall Master Lei, he would never back down easily.

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Lei Gong's response, he turned to Luo Hongchen and said, "Brother Luo, we knew each other before. Although we are not on the same path, you are not like those people who say one thing in public and another in private. I have always admired you. But today, I have to exchange a few more moves with you, so as to finish the fight that I didn't finish before." His words contained both respect and determination to take action.

Before he finished speaking, the Demon King stood up, his thin frame suddenly bursting with astonishing momentum. He flashed, passing everyone like a ghost, and appeared directly beside Luo Hongchen. He shook his robe, and the spiritual energy around him seemed to be controlled by him, and he and Luo Hongchen fought only with their true essence. His movements were as fast as lightning and decisive, as if he had everything under control.

At the same time, he directly mobilized all the spiritual energy within the Thunder Pool, immobilizing even the immortal veins of Thunder Mountain. Even great emperors like Luo Hongchen and hall masters like Lei Gong seemed to be cut off from their connection. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth remained stagnant, and the immortal roots in the mountains no longer responded. His power was so great that it could affect the spiritual energy flow of the entire Thunder Mountain, a power that could only be awe-inspiring.

Luo Hongchen reacted and tried to use the Great Emperor Diagram, but found that he couldn't open it no matter what, as if it was bound by invisible shackles and dared not show it in front of others. He tried to use his own magic weapon, but found that it seemed to be restricted by some force and could not exert its due power.

Luo Hongchen was startled. He looked up and saw that the demon king had no weapons and had simply severed all connections. Although they were equally powerful, Luo Hongchen refused to believe that the demon king could so easily sever the connection between heaven and earth. He was filled with doubt and disbelief, and began to question the demon king's abilities.

Luo Hongchen, suspicious, carefully studied the Demon King. As expected, his gaze, shone with divine intent, and he could tell at a glance that the Demon King was composed. A shadowy presence seemed to emanate from his body, and he possessed the aura of a mountaintop, as if reaching the heavens. With the Demon King at its center, an imperceptible energy enveloped every corner of Thundering Mountain. Whether it was the immortal veins and divine roots, the divine weapons wielded, or the primordial spirits and purple palaces of those present, their true essences were all subtly restrained by this invisible energy. He began to realize that the Demon King's power was far more complex and powerful than he had imagined.

At the same time, there was a sense of devouring, a feeling that targeted not only the divine weapon's spiritual power but also all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and even all spiritual bodies and spirits, causing a sense of stagnation and stagnation. That sense of devouring, as if the divine weapon would be targeted and become food as soon as it was released. The demon king's power not only affected spiritual energy but also devoured and weakened the opponent's strength, causing Luo Hongchen to feel unprecedented pressure.

"Luobingya! I didn't expect your demon king to possess such a treasure." Luo Hongchen understood and muttered, then slashed through the air, seemingly creating a tiny slash. He reached out and pulled out a crimson sword. He finally recognized the demon king's treasure; it was a legendary artifact, incredibly powerful.

The blade was stained with blood, dried for countless years, so black it looked as if it would crumble into dust and scatter in the wind if scraped. Yet, within that blood seemed to lurk something chilling, icy and bone-chilling. Following the gaze, it seemed to penetrate the very soul, sending chills down one's spine. Not only was the sword terrifying in appearance, but the power it held was even more terrifying.

"Girl, although this sword is dangerous, it is specifically designed to break Changli. If I can't take care of you, remember, don't use it lightly unless it's absolutely necessary, and especially don't get emotional easily." After giving the instructions, Luo Hongchen handed the sword to Ji Yao and then fought with the demon king. He handed the dangerous sword to Ji Yao and told her not to use it lightly unless it was absolutely necessary, and then threw himself into the fierce battle with the demon king.

The two of them soared upward, facing each other from the purple clouds in the sky. Both knew that at this moment, on the top of Thundering Mountain, no one except Mo Wenjian mattered. As long as they could hold the other one back, everything would be a turning point. As for the outcome between them, it wasn't a matter of life or death, and it likely wouldn't be determined for a while. Regardless of the Demon King's strength, or Luo Hongchen's early incarnations, once these two engaged, no one else could intervene. They both knew the outcome of this battle wouldn't be decided immediately, but as long as they could hold the other one back, they could buy time for other matters.

Fairy Ji Yao reached out, took the red-clad sword, and with a gentle wave, her true energy circulated, instantly chilling the surrounding area within ten feet to the bone. Imagine if this sword unleashed its true power, even a simple sword technique, the entire Thunder Pond would be covered in frost. Its power was truly astonishing. Wherever the sword energy touched, the air seemed to freeze, filling one with awe.

"Once the red makeup appears, the longing for separation is etched in the thirty-three layers of longing." Fairy Ji Yao whispered, as if telling an untold story. The sword seemed to conceal the shadow of a lovestruck woman, whose love could not be won, whose desires were denied, and whose love ultimately turned to hatred. She transformed her overflowing longing into a entrapment, like a cage, designed to hold her beloved. The story behind this sword is irresistible.

"Everyone says lovesickness is bitter, but who can truly understand the longing for separation?" Mo Wenjian sighed, his gaze fixed on the Red Makeup Sword. He seemed to have something to say but couldn't bring himself to speak. He could only gently urge Fairy Ji Yao to put the sword down, lest it disturb her mind. His tone was filled with concern, clearly a deep concern for Fairy Ji Yao's safety.

Fairy Ji Yao turned around, understanding Luo Hongchen's words: this sword was definitely not ordinary. She had always been calm and composed, rarely affected by anything, but the moment she grasped the Red Makeup Sword, she felt a surge of emotion. She knew the sword's power and the dangers it held, so she had to treat it with caution.

With this thought, Fairy Ji Yao exchanged for the Bai Yi Sword and put the Hong Zhuang Sword away. Although she didn't fully understand Hong Zhuang's true intentions, she knew the sword's mystery and danger. Even Luo Hongchen didn't dare to keep it easily, and could only use special means to hide it away. Fairy Ji Yao naturally didn't dare to take it lightly.

"Let's begin." Xuan Ling soared lightly, and the Bai Yi Sword transformed into a phoenix. Fairy Ji Yao attacked again, but this time the Bai Yi Sword was only a feint; the real protagonist was Xuan Ling. She knew the real battle had just begun, and she had to give it her all.

A celestial flower blossomed in the sky. It was Xuan Ling's transformation, beautiful and sacred, as if slowly growing within a pond of thunder. Its branches, leafless yet enormous, branched into nine sections. A white phoenix stood silently on each fork, each one waiting silently, its gaze fixed on the half-opened stamen. The scene was like a fairyland, a scene that filled one with awe.

The pistil seemed to contain something extraordinary, its surging aura stirring heaven and earth. The energy previously destroyed by the demon king seemed to be slowly recovering, and the petals slowly opened. As the petals opened, a powerful force began to spread across the thunder pool.

puff~

A soft sound seemed to shake everyone's heart. Those with advanced cultivation felt their primordial spirits shaken, while those with lesser cultivation also felt ripples in their sea of ​​consciousness. This soft sound was like a breath between heaven and earth, making everyone present feel an inexplicable shock.

swoosh~

A cloud of pure, turbid energy burst forth from the petals, trailing a long tail across much of Thunder Mountain before returning to the Thunder Pond and slowly merging into Fairy Ji Yao's body. Simultaneously, the fairy flower transformed once again into Xuan Ling's form, swaying its head and tail as it raced toward Mo Wenjian. The nine white phoenixes, following the flower's transformation, flapped their wings and danced around Fairy Ji Yao. This scene, like a myth, filled one with awe.

"Oh? The origin of the Taiyin Mirror?" Mo Wenjian asked again. Fairy Ji Yao had given him another surprise. He was filled with curiosity about the secrets of the sword and admired Fairy Ji Yao's abilities.

Elsewhere, Fengchen stood beside Lei Gong. He had heard that the clear and turbid energy was actually the source of the Taiyin Mirror. Thinking back to what the Golden Crow Emperor had said before, that the Cangxuan Order had been split in two and the True Yang Diagram was being refined within the sea, he realized that the Taiyin Mirror was likely in the Yaochi Fairyland. He secretly pondered, full of anticipation for his future journey.