Gou Zai Xi You Dao Chang Sheng

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[Earth Vein Small Heavenly Circuit Formation - Fully Open]

[Blocking void teleportation, escape techniques, Five Elements Escape Technique]

[The creatures within the formation cannot escape the battlefield using any spatial magic unless they forcefully break through the formation or kill those who set it up.]

[Formation Consumption: Continuously draws upon Li Yan's magical power and divine sense]

[Estimated duration: one incense stick's time]

The Black Wind Demon missed his target with a single thrust.

Turn around.

All they could see was that the thin membrane had blocked their escape route.

The three hundred demons were trapped in the formation, like turtles in a jar.

He laughed in his extreme anger:

"A mere Dao Tree cultivator dares to set up an array to trap me?!"

He slapped the thin film with his palm.

The palm strike was as black as ink, containing the full power of a cultivator who had gathered the three flowers at the top of his head.

The membrane trembled slightly.

The Bagua pattern flowed, channeling this immense force into the earth's veins.

Thirty miles away, the water level of a stream suddenly dropped by three inches.

Black Wind Demon's expression changed.

This formation can utilize the earth's veins to deflect force.

He was decisive and ruthless, immediately abandoning the attack.

He turned around, pointing the gun at the figure sitting upright under the old locust tree.

Kill the person who set up the formation, and the formation will dissolve on its own!

The spear flashed like a dragon.

The black mist solidified, transforming into a ferocious ghost head that opened its massive maw and lunged at Li Yan.

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

The tip of the spear was less than three feet from Li Yan's brow.

Li Yan did not move.

On his shoulder, a grey sable raised its head, its amber eyes reflecting the approaching ghost head.

In his arms, the jade rat poked its head out, blinked its little eyes, and actually yawned.

Behind him, three zhang to the east of the old locust tree

The sword god statue took a step forward.

It lay across Li Yan's body.

Raise your hand.

He grasped the tip of the spear that was thrusting towards him.

The tip of the gun trembled wildly in his palm, but could not advance an inch.

Black Wind Demon's pupils suddenly contracted.

Only then did he realize that this was not Zhao Yuanqing at all!

That's clearly a monkey!

Golden eyes.

Golden Retriever.

The aura emanating from his body is released and then immediately withdrawn.

Just for that one moment.

The Black Wind Demon's primordial spirit trembled.

That was fear from an instinct.

The monkey before him was far more advanced than him.

He couldn't even sense what level the other party was at.

It felt like gazing up at the starry sky.

The Milky Way is dazzling, yet its depths remain unknown.

"Who...who are you?!"

The Black Wind Demon's voice was hoarse, and the gun barrel trembled violently.

Sun Wukong did not answer.

He simply held the tip of the gun and looked down at it.

The gun was pitch black, shrouded in gray mist, and faintly echoed with the wailing of wronged spirits.

The monkey frowned.

"This spear, was it melted down from Senior Brother Zhao's broken sword?"

His tone was calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the Black Wind Demon.

This gun was forged by him using a secret method, and its core is the broken sword he captured eight years ago.

In a typical Five Elements Rejuvenation Technique, the material of the gun body would be impossible to discern without careful examination.

That monkey...

Sun Wukong raised his eyes.

There was no murderous intent in his golden eyes.

Only by being serious.

Just like back then, when I spent a night under the wild peach tree on the back of Fangcun Mountain,

Looking at the ripe fruit on the branches, there was a simple earnestness.

"Brother Zhao's path is to protect all living beings."

"You melted down his sword and forged this deadly spear."

Sun Wukong loosened his grip on the spear tip.

He raised his hand, making a grasping motion in the air.

A golden rod appeared from nothingness.

The stick shimmered with a faint golden light, which complemented the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern on the thin film.

"His sword, I, Old Sun, will never find again."

"But your spear,"

Sun Wukong gripped his golden cudgel tightly:

"It shouldn't exist."

The Black Wind Demon let out a fierce roar, and black energy surged around him.

The three illusory flowers spun wildly, and the calamity energy poured down from the top of the head like a torrent.

He did not run away.

Simply because I knew I couldn't escape.

We have no choice but to fight to the death.

The gun jolted.

Thousands of spear shadows, like a rain of pear blossoms, enveloped Sun Wukong's vital points.

Sun Wukong did not use any transformations.

He just swung the bat.

One blow.

All the countless gunshots were shattered.

Second batter.

The Black Wind Demon's tiger's mouth split open, and his spear slipped from his hand.

Three sticks.

It struck the black spear squarely, without missing a beat.

The gun trembled violently.

A whistling sound came from inside.

That was the final lament before the metal broke.

A thin crack appeared on the gun barrel.

Fine lines spread.

From the tip of the gun to the butt.

From the gun core to the gun watch.

From eight years of pent-up hatred to eight years of lingering sword intent.

"Click."

The spear broke in two.

At the break, a wisp of pale golden sword light burst forth.

The sword light was extremely faint and thin.

Like that unfinished natal sword from back then, its last radiance before the sword broke and the person died.

It broke free from the gun core.

A bird that has left its nest circles three times.

Then, they were thrown into the city.

In front of that statue of the sword god.

Zhou Ming left the sword workshop at some point.

He stood before the statue, looking up at the eyebrows and eyes carved from bluestone.

The night breeze brushed against my sleeves.

He held a newly carved wooden sword in his right hand.

The sword has a long, slender blade, and the hilt is engraved with two small characters: "True Yang".

The pale golden sword light slowly descended.

It fell into the wooden sword.

It falls into the patterns on the sword.

It fell into Zhou Ming's eyes, which no longer remembered the past.

Zhou Ming was startled.

The wooden sword slipped from his hand.

He raised his hand, but what he caught was not a sword.

It is a tear.

He didn't know why he was crying.

He simply gazed at the statue of the sword god.

I kept looking and looking.

Suddenly, I remembered many years ago.

There was a sunset that filled the sky.

He stood before the whetstone, wielding his sword three thousand times.

Someone was watching him from behind for a long time.

Then the man said:

"Junior brother, your skills are truly exceptional, but you're wasting them by focusing too much on alchemy. Why don't you learn swordsmanship from me?"

He turned around.

The handsome fellow disciple, unusually, did not display his usual arrogance.

She just watched him quietly.

But he remembered that look.

now.

Eight years later.

Qing Shi Mansion.

The night breeze brushed against the serene expression on the sword god's face.

That composure.

The gaze from my memory.

The same.

Zhou Ming knelt before the stone statue, sobbing uncontrollably.

He still doesn't remember who Zhao Yuanqing is.

But he knew.

He carved swords for eight years, each one for the same person.

at the same time.

Sanlipo.

The Black Wind Demon stood there, stunned.

The gun broke.

His natal magic weapon, which he had spent eight years forging, was broken in two by the monkey's three blows.

The remaining sword intent within the spear core broke free on its own and flew towards that damned stone statue in the city!

He suddenly came to his senses.

escape!

Their escape techniques were blocked by the formation, and a direct attack couldn't break through the strange earth vein restriction.

No.

There's another way!

He raised his hand, his five fingers like claws, and grabbed at the nearest Dao Seed level bear demon beside him.

Before the bear demon could react, the Black Wind Demon seized the crown of its head.

"I'll borrow your spirit for a moment!"

The Black Wind Demon roared and tightened his grip with his five fingers.

The bear demon howled in agony, its vital energy surging wildly into the Black Wind Demon's body like water bursting its banks.

He used a forbidden, evil technique called Soul Burning Escape.

He burned the primordial spirits of his accompanying demons in exchange for a chance to forcibly tear apart the void.

Once this technique is used, the person whose soul is burned will undoubtedly die.

But he couldn't care less.

One.

Both ends.

Three heads.

The three-headed, Dao-type demons died one after another, their primordial spirits burned away.

Black Wind Demon's body surged with black energy, and the three-flower phantom was almost burning.

A jet-black beam of light shot out from the top and crashed into the array membrane.

Thin-film micro-vibration.

The Bagua pattern wobbled slightly.

Li Yan's expression remained unchanged as he gazed at the Kun position command flag beneath the old locust tree.

The flag is dark yellow with flowing patterns.

Deep within the flag pattern, a thin, golden sword mark, as fine as a hair, was slowly glowing.

That was the last sword Zhao Yuanqing left in this world.

Sun Wukong saw it.

He was silent for a moment.

Then, he turned slightly to the side.

They moved away from that line of sight.

Just like eight years ago, on the back of Fangcun Mountain, he stayed under the wild peach tree all night.

The ripe fruit fell to the ground.

He didn't reach out to take it.

He just watched it fall.

When it's time to fall, it will fall naturally.

When the time is right, it will naturally come out.

The fifth demon of the Black Wind Demon King was burned to ashes.

A glint of wild joy flashed in his eyes.

Give it another push.

If we add another demon, this formation might be broken.

He raised his hand and reached for the sixth bear demon.

Just now.

Under the old locust tree, the command flag for the Kun position.

A jolt followed.

That golden sword mark.

Bright.

It is sword intent.

It was eight years ago, in front of the city gate of Qing Shi Mansion.

A cultivator with a Dao seed, wielding an unfinished sword, burned away his entire life's cultivation.

The strike that was made.

The calamity is called Golden Light Rifting the Sky.

The sword intent is silent.

No shadow.

invisible.

It simply passed through the night.

Passing through five zhang of empty space.

Passing through the dense, inky aura of calamity surrounding the Black Wind Demon.

Then, it pierced his heart.

That nail that hadn't been removed for eight years.

It was hit by another nail.

I touched it.

The Black Wind Demon froze.

He looked down at his heart.

There was no blood there.

There are no wounds.

There was not even any pain.

It was just that nail.

The nail, which he thought he had long since scraped clean, moved on its own.

It's on his heart.

root.

germination.

flowering.

The flower has eight petals.

Each petal represents the sword light from eight years ago.

Each petal represents the hatred of every night over the past eight years.

At this moment, Banban gazed at the sword god statue that had come to life.

Deep down, there was a trace of something he himself was unwilling to admit.

fear.

Robbery at the gate.

The hole is open.

The Black Wind Demon knelt down on Sanlipo.

Black energy was leaking out of his body at an alarming rate.

That was the calamity energy that had been nesting within his body for eight years.

At this moment, the nest is overturned and the eggs are destroyed.

They perished along with him.

Of the three hundred demons who accompanied them, thirty percent had already been deeply corrupted by the calamity energy.

A masked owl shrieked, its crimson eyes suddenly losing focus.

It fell from the sky.

Before it even landed, the black aura around it dissipated, turning it into a withered corpse.

Another one.

Another one.

Of the seven demons at the Dao Seed level, four died on the spot.

The remaining three, though more powerful, were bleeding from all seven orifices and knelt on the ground, utterly powerless to fight.

The Nascent Soul level Ghost-Faced Owl King roared repeatedly, desperately suppressing the rampaging tribulation energy within his body.

It spread its wings to protect the remaining demons behind it.

That was its last act of loyalty as leader.

But it couldn't protect her anymore.

The calamity was like a plague.

The sword intent flower in the heart of the Black Wind Demon spread out layer by layer.

As the virus spread, a group of demons fell.

On Sanlipo, the corpse of a demon lay strewn about.

Three hundred demons.

After an incense stick had burned, less than a hundred heads remained.

They were all those who had not yet been completely corrupted by the calamity energy.

They looked around blankly, not knowing why.

The city was clearly about to be massacred.

They clearly had victory in their grasp.

Why did the king suddenly kneel down?

Why did his comrades die one after another?

Why is that black spear that followed the king in battle for a hundred years now broken in two, lying quietly in the dust?

Sun Wukong sheathed his staff.

He looked down at the Black Wind Demon kneeling on the ground.

This old demon has lost all of its former ferocity.

The aura of calamity around him dissipated.

The three illusory flowers had already shattered.

Beneath the dark Taoist robe was a gaunt, emaciated body.

For seven years, he was eroded by the calamity day and night.

Those seemingly powerful cultivation levels are all built up from the accumulated calamity energy.

At this moment, the aura of calamity dissipated.

He was nothing more than a pitiful man on his deathbed.

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