Gou Zai Xi You Dao Chang Sheng

Wolf Valley.

Eight years ago, he led his demon army eastward from this place, full of vigor and confidence, thinking that slaughtering Yifan City would be a piece of cake.

Mass grave.

Eight years ago, his Ghost-Faced Owl scout encountered a wandering Taoist priest here. After a brief struggle, he lost seven heads.

Deadwood forest.

Eight years ago, he gazed at the outline of the Qing Shi Mansion, a cold smile playing on his lips, calculating how many more living souls the Ten Thousand Souls Banner needed.

then.

Then that arrogant and ignorant cultivator, holding an unfinished natal sword, stood in front of the city gate.

The Black Wind Demon closed his eyes.

That sword light is still imprinted deep within his primordial spirit.

Golden light pierced the sky.

Well-deserved name.

His Ten Thousand Souls Banner turned to ashes under that sword light.

The three thousand living souls he had accumulated over a hundred years were all scattered in a single day.

His path was severed by that sword, and he retreated to the mountains for eight years, using secret methods day and night to remove the lingering poison of the sword intent.

That feeling was like having one's bones scraped, like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

It was like removing a nail that had already taken root and sprouted, inch by inch, from the depths of the bone marrow. out .

He pulled them out over eight years.

He thought he had cleaned it all up.

But now, as they approached Qing Shi Mansion, near the site of their defeat eight years ago, that nail began to ache again.

My heart is throbbing.

The Black Wind Demon opened his eyes.

He gazed at the faint outline of the Qing Shi Mansion ahead and murmured to himself:

"Zhao Yuanqing..."

"You've been dead for eight years."

"Your city still exists."

"Your sword is broken."

"Do your old friends...do they still remember you?"

He suddenly laughed.

A hoarse laugh:

"So what if I remember?"

"They worship you every year, offer sacrifices to you year after year, and enshrine you as a sword god in the center of their mansion."

"Can you come back to life?"

"Can you unleash that sword light again?"

He laughed and laughed.

The Black Wind Demon raised his hand and pressed it to his chest.

There, a faint burning pain could be felt.

It's not the lingering poison of sword intent.

It is hatred.

It was eight years of pent-up hatred, a torment that lasted day and night, with no end in sight.

Suppress the burning pain.

The sedan chair continued eastward.

The flapping of the owl's wings and the heavy footsteps of the bear demon echoed along the mountain path.

The first quarter of Hai hour.

The demon army passed through the mass grave.

The Black Wind Demon did not send any scouts.

He knew that this place was filled with yin energy, which was conducive to the hiding of the ghost-faced owl, but also to ambushing.

But there was no ambush tonight.

There is no Wolf Valley, nor is there a mass grave.

The journey was long and desolate, stretching for eight hundred miles along the mountain road.

It's too quiet.

It was unusually quiet for a revenge that happened eight years later.

It looks like...

It was like a funeral for him.

Black Wind Demon shook his head abruptly, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.

He raised his head and looked up at the night sky.

The clouds were thick, obscuring the stars and moon.

He frowned slightly.

For some reason, I feel that the celestial phenomena tonight are a bit off.

But I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.

He was skilled in the Yin energy of the Earthly Fiends and had no expertise in celestial phenomena and stars.

I thought it was just an ordinary cloudy day and didn't pay it any mind.

"move on."

The third quarter of Hai hour.

Deadwood forest.

This place is less than fifty li from Qing Shi Prefecture.

The Black Wind Demon raised his hand, signaling the sedan chair to stop.

He rose, stood atop the sedan chair, and gazed eastward.

Night had fallen, and the city lights gradually came on.

Dots of stars.

He saw the three-zhang-high stone platform in the center of the mansion.

He saw the sixteen-foot-tall sword god statue on the platform.

He saw the composure in the eyes of the Sword God statue.

He saw that the sword's sharpness, though only three-tenths of its original length, was concealed.

He saw the statue of the sword god, which seemed to be looking at him.

Fifty miles away in the darkness of night.

Eight years have passed.

Separated by life and death.

The eyebrows and eyes carved from bluestone seemed to come alive.

I gazed at him quietly.

There is no hatred.

There was no anger.

It lacked the resolute killing intent of that sword light from eight years ago.

Just watching.

It's like looking at someone who deserves pity.

The Black Wind Demon stood frozen in the sedan chair.

He suddenly remembered the Dao Seed cultivator who stood in front of the city gate eight years ago.

The sword broke, the person was injured, and the seed of the Dao was burned out.

He thought he would see fear, despair, and the regret and resentment of dying.

He didn't see anything.

The monk simply stared at him.

Then, he burned his Dao Seed and unleashed a golden light that cleaved the sky.

The Black Wind Demon closed his eyes.

eight years.

He never forgot that gaze.

It was even harder to endure than the sword light.

The sword light sliced ​​through the primordial spirit.

A gaze can pierce the heart.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"Speed ​​up!"

The sound was like tearing silk.

"Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will raze this city to the ground!"

The demons howled in unison, their cries echoing across the land.

Three hundred demon soldiers surged out of the withered forest like a black tide bursting its banks, heading towards the Green Stone Mansion fifty miles away.

The first quarter of midnight.

Three miles outside Qing Shi Fu.

Under the old locust tree.

Li Yan sat upright with his eyes closed.

His aura, the old locust tree behind him, the earth vein beneath his feet, and the three command flags were completely integrated into one.

A grey sable perched on my shoulder, the moonlight shimmering, its amber eyes gazing westward.

The jade rat, unusually quiet, curled up in Li Yan's arms, its little ears perked up alertly.

Sun Wukong stood three zhang to the east of the old locust tree.

He has returned to his true form.

Its eyes were bright and piercing, and its hair was as golden as gold.

He had no stick in his hand.

A stick is not needed at this moment.

He was just waiting.

Waiting for the end of that eight-hundred-mile mountain road, waiting for the resentment that had been building up for eight years, waiting for the moment when the gates of calamity opened.

The night wind swept through the withered forest, across the mass grave, and past Wolf Valley.

The wind carried a fishy smell.

That's demonic energy.

That was a blood debt.

That was the unfinished massacre from eight years ago, rolling in along the eight-hundred-mile mountain road.

Li Yan opened his eyes.

Within the eye, the mirror of the heart reflects.

Fifty li to the west.

Dark clouds surged like a tide.

Beneath the clouds, three hundred demons fled in a frenzy.

A slender figure stood against the wind atop the lead palanquin.

A slender figure stood against the wind atop the lead palanquin.

The dark Taoist robe rustled continuously.

In his pitch-black eyes, a dark red light seemed to drip blood.

[Detection: The Black Wind Demon has passed the Deadwood Forest and is fifty miles from Qing Shi Mansion]

The concentration of calamity energy around him has increased by about 40% compared to the last simulation.

[The aura of calamity is overflowing and has begun to corrupt the accompanying demons.]

Of the seven demonic beings at the Dao Seed level, five have been infected by the calamity energy and are showing signs of berserk rage.

The marching speed of the three hundred demons has increased by 70% compared to normal, but their formation has been disrupted.

Li Yan's mind stirred slightly.

The calamity's energy corrodes, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

Black Wind Demon has harbored deep hatred for the past eight years.

So profoundly that he himself was unaware that he was no longer the Black Wind Demon who slaughtered cities and refined souls eight years ago.

He is the vessel for the calamity's energy.

The container is about to fill up.

It will overflow.

It's about to collapse.

[Deduction: The Black Wind Demon arrives at the Three Mile Slope outside the Green Stone Mansion, approximately one incense stick's time later.]

[The moment the gate opened: The instant he saw the statue of the Sword God]

[The perfect moment to strike: He saw the statue of the Sword God, and at the same time, he saw—]

Li Yan raised his head and looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong narrowed his golden eyes slightly and nodded.

His figure swayed.

Three zhang away, the statue of the sword god reappeared in the night.

He had handsome features.

The sword is drawn three-tenths of an inch.

The third quarter of the hour of Zi (11:45 PM).

The Black Wind Demon's sedan chair stopped at the foot of the slope three miles outside the Green Stone Mansion.

Three hundred demons scattered like a tide, surrounding Sanlipo.

He did not order an attack on the city.

He gazed at the old locust tree on the slope.

Three zhang to the east of the locust tree stood a figure.

The figure was backlit by the moonlight, its face hidden in the shade of the trees.

Only the outline is visible.

Tall and slender.

Stand still.

The left hand lightly presses against the sword sheath.

He gripped the sword hilt with his right hand.

The sword is drawn three-tenths of an inch.

The Black Wind Demon was stunned.

He thought he would see fear, anger, and the desperate struggle of an egg hitting a rock.

He didn't see anything.

The figure simply gazed at him silently.

Fifty feet away in the darkness of night.

Eight years have passed.

Separated by life and death.

There was no hatred in his eyes.

There was no anger.

Just watching.

Just like before.

Black Wind Demon suddenly gripped the handle of his gun at his waist.

The gun trembled and emitted a piercing shriek.

There was fear in that shriek.

That sword light eight years ago has been the cause of his death for eight years.

Eight years later, the owner of that sword light stood fifty feet away.

It's still that unfinished sword.

It was still that same stance of drawing the sword three-tenths of its length.

It was that same gaze again.

He thought he had pulled the nail out completely.

It turns out that the nail was never in the wound.

It's in my heart.

It can't be pulled out.

"Zhao—Yuan—Qing—!"

The Black Wind Demon roared to the sky, its voice like the weeping of a night owl.

He leaped up, gun in hand, his body enveloped in surging black energy.

The phantom image of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head spun violently at the top of his head, and gray-black calamity energy cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping his entire body.

He didn't care whether the person was a real ghost, a remnant soul, or an illusion.

He wanted to tear him apart with his own hands!

The spear tip tore through the void, carrying eight years of pent-up resentment, and pierced towards the resurrected sword god statue.

then.

The earth beneath his feet stirred.

Li Yan opened his eyes.

Within the Niwan Palace, the Mustard Seed Cave Heaven trembled.

The three flags of Kan, Li, and Kun lit up simultaneously.

The illusory images of the five trigrams Qian, Dui, Zhen, Xun, and Gen resonate accordingly.

The Eight Trigrams rotate.

The earth's veins rose up in response.

With the old locust tree at Sanlipo as the pivot, and the command flags at the Kan position (due north) and Li position (due south) as the wings, the overall structure is designed to be oriented in this way.

The spiritual energy of the earth's veins within a radius of thirty miles suddenly awakened, like a sleeping dragon abruptly opening its eyes.

"boom!"

A beam of dark yellow light shot into the sky from under the old locust tree.

This is a seal.

The beam of light touched the dome and turned into a semi-transparent film.

Like an overturned bowl, it covers the entire area of ​​Sanlipo within a radius of five li.

On the membrane wall, the Bagua pattern flows endlessly.

When Kan and Li interact, water and fire are in harmony.

Kun resides in the central palace, supported by thick earth.

Qian represents Heaven, which covers the sky.

Gen represents a mountain, which guards the eight directions.