The years I was in the human world

Venerable Mingjing did not come alone, he was accompanied by several elders of Zhongting. At least when it came to the matter of making the divine bone, almost the entire Zhongting was deliberately hiding it from Baili Changqing. He ordered people to help Xing Yuan, who was paralyzed on one side, up and take him for treatment.

Mingjing looked at Xiao Fengzhuo with gleaming eyes. After evaluating his strength and finding that it would be difficult to win by force, he chose to appeal to the latter's emotions and reason: "Commander Xiao is the one who should not have stopped us."

"Oh?" Xiao Fengzhuo raised his eyebrows with interest. Seeing this, Mingjing thought that he had heard it, and was delighted. He continued to persuade him, "I heard that Commander Xiao's cultivation has been difficult to improve because he lost his demon pill. The divine bone now can provide a good opportunity to make up for it."

Everyone present was smart. After Mingjing briefly explained, they all understood what he meant. Xiao Fengzhuo pretended to be surprised. "Your Excellency means that the divine bone can help me return to the top?"

"It's not just about returning to the top, it's not impossible for Commander Xiao to aspire to be the best." Ming Jing nodded. Regardless of whether his words were true or false, to be fair, if Xiao Fengzhuo was still the ordinary man with nothing in the past, it would be hard for him not to be tempted by such a situation.

"That sounds great." Xiao Fengzhuo responded casually, then turned to look at Lu Zhouxue and asked half jokingly and half seriously, "What should I do, Mianmian? He is tempting me with the divine bone."

Lu Zhouxue didn't respond and looked at him in silence. Xiao Fengzhuo touched his nose and said aggrievedly: "Mianmian doesn't even try to comfort me. What if I really turn against you?"

Hearing this, Lu Zhouxue was also amused. He tilted his head with a slight smile on his face. He asked, "I'm trying to coax you, so will you betray me?"

A person who doesn't like to smile suddenly smiles at him, and she is his lover. Xiao Fengzhuo thinks he is just a vulgar person, who can be coaxed into being overjoyed by Lu Zhouxue's random words and smile. He even wants to release his tail on the spot and perform a spiral ascension for everyone.

"Fuck." Xiao Fengzhuo cursed with a smile. When he turned to look at Master Mingjing, he was still in a good mood. He smiled and spread his hands, saying innocently, "Your condition is very tempting, but it's a pity——"

A cold light suddenly flashed, and Xiao Fengzhuo took the scimitar from his waist in his hand without knowing when. At this moment, he pointed it directly at the face of Master Mingjing. He still smiled, but murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he clearly completed the rest of the words: "I don't need to remove the bones of my sweetheart."

Xiao Fengzhuo attacked suddenly, and no matter how strong Ming Jing was, he was injured. A bloody line was immediately cut on his neck, and blood spurted out like a waterfall. If he was not a cultivator, he would have died from such a blow.

"Father!" Yaoguang's heart tightened. She took a step forward and looked at Mingjing worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Ming Jing waved his hand, gathered spiritual power in the palm of his hand that was covering his throat, and repaired the wound in a moment. Then he put down his hand and looked at Xiao Fengzhuo with a grim face. The latter shook off the blood beads on the knife and grinned at him, full of provocation.

"Looking for death." Like all unruly mountain bandits, Master Mingjing was not able to reason with Xiao Fengzhuo and suffered a loss. Finally, he could no longer hold back his mask and said harsh words. However, the latter reacted calmly, turned the scimitar in his hand, and attacked again.

The moves were powerful and aggressive, without any reservation, and each sword strike was as heavy as a mountain. Ming Jing could hardly block Xiao Fengzhuo's sword, and was defeated hastily after more than ten rounds. The scimitar came down on his head, and even when Ming Jing staggered back to avoid it, its momentum did not diminish, and it sank deep into the ground.

Xiao Fengzhuo held the knife with both hands, slowly raised his head, tilted his head and smiled: "Your Excellency's ability is only this much."

A line of blood appeared on Mingjing's face, running through his entire face and deep into his collar. He wiped his face casually, and the blood in his palm made his face change color.

He retreated behind the other monks who came with him, looked at Xiao Fengzhuo who stood up with a knife in hand with an unfriendly look, and pointed out the person who had been hiding in the dark: "How long do you plan to watch the show, Ghost King?"

Since they can't cooperate, they can only kill him. Xiao Fengzhuo is indeed not easy to deal with, but he is not impossible to deal with. He brought a lot of people this time, all of them are elite, not to mention Qi Nankuo and Xiao Yueheng.

"..." A piece of moon-white clothes peeked out from the darkness, and under the silver shadow stood a ghost with a face as white as paper. He looked very abnormal, and his whole body exuded a damp and gloomy feeling like moss in a corner.

Xiao Yueheng's lifeless gaze fell on Master Mingjing. He looked at his face which had become old due to the stagnation of his cultivation. The memories in his mind suddenly became chaotic. After countless disturbances passed, they stopped at the face of a young boy. Xiao Yueheng was stunned, as if he could not tell the time.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and helplessly covered half of his face. He had indeed seen Xiao Jin. That person was the same as many years ago, full of vigor and vitality, as hot as the sun, with warm blood flowing in his veins - he was still alive.

Suddenly realizing this fact, Xiao Yueheng belatedly let go of his hand. His sins were grave and unforgivable, but the person he wanted to win back had finally returned. Now, he no longer had the motivation to stir up trouble.

What power, what divine bone, what heavenly way of choosing a master, those things did not interest him at all, so at this moment, he listened to Ming Jing's words, barely pulled the corners of his mouth, and said slowly, "I have no intention of participating in your ambitions."

He refused lightly, but it was not what Mingjing wanted to hear. As soon as he finished speaking, all the people present who were watching with fear changed their expressions. He was the one who set the trap, and if he did not cooperate, the deification ceremony would be difficult to proceed. Who could have thought that the person who most hoped to be resurrected with the help of the divine bones would suddenly quit, catching everyone off guard.

Ming Jing's face darkened as well. He stared at Xiao Yueheng inquiringly for a moment, his mind full of thoughts. He thought a lot at this moment, and finally summed it up in one sentence, with a hint of threat: "Ghost King, do you still remember what we agreed on? You want to withdraw, doesn't that person care anymore?"

If several people with their own ulterior motives want to work together as a team, they must have something on each other that they know about. Master Mingjing knows what Xiao Yueheng wants, so he can easily threaten him.

Xiao Yueheng's eyes really moved, and fell coldly on Ming Jing, saying with a slight warning: "I will not withdraw the arrangements that have been made, but I will not participate in everything that comes next. I don't want the things that were promised to me. Put away your despicable thoughts. If he is not good, you can also come to Ashura Road to accompany me."

Mingjing felt relieved. This was a good thing. Although the Ghost King would not help, he would not share the spoils with them either. Now that the formation was complete and cultivators from all sides were present, it was a natural outcome and there was no need to worry about Lu Zhouxue escaping.

"Everyone, listen to my command. The divine bones have been completed, and the road to heaven is within reach. Destroy the Snow Phoenix and pursue the Great Dao."

Suddenly, heaven and earth were in turmoil, and the vast spiritual energy from all directions was mobilized and circulated, flowing around everyone, forming a majestic Zhuxian Formation. The formation that had not been used because of Peacock's backstab was now clearly outlined. The spiritual energy flowing in the formation occasionally flashed with golden light, carrying some kind of majestic and unquestionable will from a superior.

The attack of the scimitar in Xiao Fengzhuo's hand suddenly deviated, and the sharp blade energy brushed past the neck of the person in front of him and fell to the ground, cutting a gap as deep as an abyss.

The fierce wind brought by the spiritual energy rushed towards Xiao Fengzhuo's face. He raised his hand to block it, but his fingertips touched something in the wind that could not be expressed in words. He put his hand down, opened his eyes in the cold wind, and his face was solemn.

The sword energy in the wind was surrounded by a cold light and pierced towards his eyebrows. It was a powerful sword swung out by the concentrated spiritual power of all the cultivators. In addition to the earth-shattering offensive, Xiao Fengzhuo also felt the restraint. It was not strong, but it really existed, just like a straw rope tied around the ankle, which can be broken free by force, but it will inevitably make people stagnate for a moment.

Xiao Fengzhuo did pause there briefly. At the moment when he could not control his actions, he raised his head, and a golden sword energy in his eyes magnified infinitely. The sword light pierced through his throat, bringing out a string of Zhu Yin's tail, which was splattering blood.

"A Zhuo!" The man's voice trembled with fear and disbelief. He could never have imagined that the man who was so at ease just now would be covered in blood at this moment. How could Xiao Fengzhuo not dodge that sword?

Lu Zhouxue became suspicious and rushed forward to catch Xiao Fengzhuo's falling body. The blood gushing out of his throat fell on his face, neck, and clothes. The temperature of the blood was as hot as the person in his arms.

"A Zhuo...?" Lu Zhouxue hugged the person and called him softly again, his voice trembling. Xiao Feng was burned to death completely, and he didn't even have time to leave a word.

Lu Zhouxue did not have any more time to be stunned and sad. The powerful sword that had just killed Xiao Fengzhuo came through the air again. In the whistling sword energy and the flashing golden light, Lu Zhouxue also realized what really killed Xiao Fengzhuo - there was an illusion hidden in the sword light.

The moment he saw it, Lu Zhouxue was caught. It was difficult for him to describe what he saw, and most of what he heard was not a complete sentence, but it was full of bewitching meaning. The moment he caught a glimpse of the golden light, he was stunned on the spot, as if he could not believe it.

Soon, as if giving up resistance, he lowered his head and hugged the dead body in his arms with a sorrowful look on his face. A murderous ring was lingering around the Mu Cang Mountain. His bloody hands carefully held up Xiao Fengzhuo's face. He pressed his forehead against the person in his arms and his eyes drooped.

He whispered softly: "A Zhuo... don't scare me a second time..."

The sword light from the Zhuxian Formation and the will of heaven soon rushed towards him, and the wind-swept Mu Cang Mountain seemed vulnerable to the sword. Lu Zhouxue still seemed unaware, holding the dead body in his arms reluctantly.

At the moment when the sword energy broke through the barrier of Mu Cang Mountain, he suddenly looked up. There was no sadness or joy in his gray eyes. He gently put the person down, and in an instant, the murderous aura that had been accumulated for thousands of years broke free from the fragile restraints. There was a crisp sound of swords colliding, and the sharp sword energy bounced on the blade of the Beifeng Sword.

One end of the hilt was in Lu Zhouxue's hand. He twisted the hilt suddenly and pressed against the sharp edge of the sword. He first swung the sword to sweep away the oncoming murderous intent, then rushed out like lightning. The shattered sword energy swept across his cheek, leaving three blood marks and lifting a wisp of silver hair like a flowing cloud.

The entire Zhuxian Formation was shattered in an instant, and all the cultivators present were severely injured and vomiting blood. Corpses were scattered everywhere, and there were wailings everywhere. However, the person who created all this was still dressed in white as snow, with a clear breeze and a bright moon.

Lu Zhouxue held up the Sad Wind Sword, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards. He stared at everyone without any sadness or joy, his eyes were empty, without any trace of anything.

Venerable Mingjing died with eyes full of shock just like the last time. Yaoguang, who looked a little embarrassed, looked very upset and shouted at Kongque in a completely unmannerly manner, "Is this what you mean by 'lack of character in the way of the sword'?"

Peacock obviously realized that Lu Zhouxue, who came back from the dead two hundred years later, was no longer the same person. She was already seriously injured and her face was even paler at this moment, but she knew even more clearly that she had no way out. Even if Lu Zhouxue was so terrified, she could only fight to the death.

Kong Que tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of her clothes and used it to hastily bandage the wound on her right hand where the tendons were broken. She held the Zhaoyang Sword with her intact left hand a little clumsily. She took a deep breath, calmed her mind, tightened her fingers, quickly mobilized her spiritual power, and then attacked Lu Zhouxue.

The same golden light flashed on the sword's edge. Lu Zhouxue looked at the strangeness on her sword and gradually frowned. Seeing this, Yaoguang quickly seized the opportunity to mobilize the remaining monks to besiege Lu Zhouxue, saying in a shrill tone: "Kill him and avenge my father!"

She might not really want to avenge Venerable Mingjing, but her words undoubtedly gave other monks who were ready to make a move a reason to take action.

Thousands of monks attacked at the same time, and even a god with absolute power would have to spend some effort to deal with them.

Qi Nankuo was about to join in the fight, but was entangled by Ke Rou first. The seemingly gentle woman forcefully pushed his half-drawn sword back into the scabbard, raised her pair of bright eyes, and said coldly, "Qi Nankuo, just behave yourself."

She is a spiritual creature born and raised by nature. Even if she doesn't know the cause and effect of today's events, she can sense some clues. For example, Yaoguang and the others' plan is bound to fail. Lu Zhouxue, who is standing with a sword, is not without the ability to kill everyone here.

"Just because Uncle Wang calls you aunt, do you really think of yourself as the elder?" Qi Nankuo did not appreciate it. He sneered and was about to take action.

Ke Rou also turned cold and said, "I won't accept your toast. Let's have a fight over there first."

Qi Nankuo and Ke Rou also started to fight each other. For a moment, the entire old kingdom was filled with spiritual energy and sword light, and it was a chaotic scene of swords and sabers. The people in the front fell down, and the people behind stepped on the corpses of the predecessors to kill the only god surrounded in the center.

Greed and madness were infinitely magnified on the monk's face. The immortal who was high and mighty in the eyes of the world now looked ugly and unsightly, no different from ordinary mortals with impure six senses, and even worse.