Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

Half a month later, in the South.

The sky here is always covered with a layer of light purple poisonous fog. The sunlight shines through this gauze-like poisonous miasma, dyeing the entire poisonous miasma forest into a strange purple-red color.

The forest is filled with a pungent, sweet and fishy smell. Ordinary creatures that step into this place will die from the poison in a few moments.

However, today, this land of death welcomed two uninvited guests.

"Ten Thousand Poison Palm!"

An old but deep shout suddenly rang out, and the entire poisonous forest seemed to tremble.

Huan Du Qingtian pushed his skinny palm forward. It seemed like a casual move, but it instantly solidified the air within a hundred feet.

Wherever the palm wind passed, all the vegetation on the ground withered and turned into black ashes that drifted away.

Li Chungang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the wooden horse and ox sword in his hand let out a clear dragon roar.

"Sword Qi Rolls Dragon Wall!"

He shook his wrist, and the sword edge drew a perfect arc. In an instant, countless green sword energies swirled out like angry dragons, interweaving into an impenetrable sword wall in the void.

"boom--"

The moment the palm wind collided with the sword wall, the entire poisonous forest shook violently.

A blinding purple-green light erupted from the center of the collision, and the shock wave spread in a circular shape. Wherever it passed, centuries-old trees were uprooted, and poisonous rocks as hard as iron were shattered into pieces.

Dozens of bottomless gullies appeared on the ground, and purple poisonous gas gushed out from the cracks like fountains.

Two figures flew backwards from the center of the explosion.

Li Chungang took seven steps in the air, each step leaving a condensed and lingering sword footprint in the void, and finally landed steadily on a protruding rock.

His clothes fluttered, his hair flew, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Huandu Qingtian landed lightly on the top of a giant dead tree, his wide purple sleeves moving without wind.

He looked down at the tiny sword mark on his palm. Blood slowly oozed out, but in an instant the poison in his body evaporated it into purple mist and dissipated.

"interesting."

Huan Du Qingtian raised his cloudy eyes, his voice hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against his chest.

"Five hundred years have passed since that old scoundrel Lü Dongxuan. I never thought the human race would produce another genius like you!"

"No, maybe genius can't describe you. Monster might be more suitable for people like you!"

Li Chungang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pointed the Trojan Horse and Ox Sword at the ground, and a drop of purple-black venom slowly slid down from the tip of the sword.

"Poison Emperor, your praise is too great. I have only achieved a small amount of success, and am still far from the level of Lu Zu of the past."

Huan Du Qingtian acted as if he hadn't seen it and continued, "There's the Qingming Sword from five hundred years ago, and the Wangquan Sword of the Wangquan family. Now I'm afraid I'll have to add your sword to that!"

After saying this, Li Chungang looked at the wooden horse cow in his hand.

"Of course, I, Li Chungang, am the only swordsman in the world, and I, Mu Ma Niu, am the only famous sword in the world!"

Huan Du Qingtian suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter caused the poisonous fog around him to churn.

"How wonderful that you, Li Chungang, are the only swordsman in the world! Li Chungang, I have lived for so many years and have seen countless human geniuses, but apart from Lü Dongxuan, there is no one else who can reach your level at this age!"

"Even that old fellow Zhang Sanfeng can't do that!"

When Li Chungang heard this, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

The three most enjoyable things in life.

In his opinion, it is nothing more than practicing sword skills, picking up girls, and listening to others bragging about themselves without knowing the truth!

"Five hundred years ago, Lü Dongxuan came to my Southern Kingdom and defeated me with just two strikes of his sword."

(Lü Dongxuan: It’s me, it’s me, just a random person on the side of the road!)

Huan Du Qingtian's voice suddenly became low, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his turbid eyes.

"I wonder how many more sword strikes you can make?"

Li Chungang tightened his grip on the sword slightly.

"One sword, one sword is enough!"

Chapter 58 The Third Young Master of Aolai appears!

"Well, you're really bold."

"Today, I want to see if you, a young man, can recreate the elegance of Lu Dongxuan!"

As soon as Huan Du Qingtian finished speaking, his figure flashed and appeared above.

"After I was defeated by Lü Dongxuan, I spent a full five hundred years to perfect this move, the Ten Thousand Poison Palm. This palm condenses all of my demonic power and all the power of heaven and earth that I can mobilize."

Li Chungang's expression was calm. He then sheathed his sword and formed a strange sword seal with his hands.

"One sword opens the gate of heaven!"

"Zheng——"

A sword sound echoed through the sky, and the Trojan Horse and Ox Sword was unsheathed by itself, hovering above Li Chungang's head.

In an instant, a brilliant sword light shot up into the sky, tearing a hole in the purple poisonous fog that enveloped the poisonous forest.

The sunlight shines through this "heavenly gate" and shines on Li Chungang, giving him a golden halo.

At this moment, Huan Du Qingtian's face changed slightly, and he spat out blood: "How is this possible? This palm that I have spent five hundred years to condense was broken by your sword!"

Li Chungang did not answer. He clenched his hands as if he was catching the beam of light falling from the sky.

The next moment, the Trojan Horse and Ox Sword, carrying the majestic power of heaven, slashed towards Huan Du Qingtian.

Huan Du Qingtian didn't dare to take it head-on and retreated quickly.

The sword light brushed past the edge of his clothes and split a small hill behind him in half.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror, which shows the power of this sword.

You can hide on the first day, but you can’t hide on the fifteenth.

After mobilizing all his demonic power and the power of heaven and earth, Huandu Qingtian was already exhausted.

Now he didn't even have the strength to run away.

He stood still, closed his eyes, and said slowly, "I'm defeated. You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

But Huandu Qingtian's actions really stunned Li Chungang.

I'm here to seek advice, not to exorcise demons.

What’s more, he is the Poison King of the South.

The other party just died in the previous second, and I am afraid that unrest will break out in the Southern Country in the next second.

You should know that Fan Yunfei killed Wang Quan Jingxing at the doorstep of Wang Quan's house, which then triggered a chaos among humans and demons.

If I really kill the Poison King of the South, the South will be in chaos, and then the human and demon worlds will probably go to war again!

Although I don't care, I'm afraid I will still have to clean up the mess myself when the time comes.

The best outcome is to maintain the current balance of power among the various forces.

"What does the Poison Emperor mean? I have no intention of doing anything bad to him.

I have already stated before that I came here only to learn from you."

But this time it was Huandu Qingtian's turn to be dumbfounded.

No, buddy, if you don’t want to kill me, I was already exhausted just now, and you still want to chop me?

Isn't this going to kill yourself?

If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would be gone now.

But Li Chungang said that he had just been hit and couldn't help himself, so he continued to draw his sword.

Commonly known as: finishing off the enemy!

This made the old man so angry that he was fuming.

After watching the other person leave, Li Chungang looked to the other side.

"Your Excellency has been watching for so long, isn't it time for you to show yourself?"

Li Chungang's voice was not loud, but it penetrated the layers of poisonous fog.

The forest was silent, with only the rustling sound of poisonous insects crawling.

A moment later, a thin figure slowly walked out of the poisonous fog.

The man was only the height of a child, but was wearing adult clothes and had several colorful poison sacs hanging around his waist.

The most striking thing about it was the eyes - the left eye was as green as emerald, while the right eye glowed with an eerie golden light.

"I am the Poison Boy under the throne of the Poison Emperor Huandu Qingtian. I greet the Sword God."

His voice was childish, yet he carried a maturity that did not match his appearance.

Li Chungang's eyes narrowed slightly.

Others may not know, but as someone who has read the original novel, he knows the true identity of the person in front of him very clearly.

"Has it been replaced at this time?" Li Chungang thought to himself.

In the original novel, the Poison Boy might still be himself in the early stage.

But later on he was replaced by Aolai San Shao, but I didn't expect the timeline to be advanced so much.

"I wonder if Mr. Aolai, the Third Young Master, has come here in person. Is there something going on?"

These words were like a thunderclap.

The smile on Poison Boy's face froze instantly, and his heterochromatic eyes suddenly took on a scrutinizing look.

The poisonous fog in the forest suddenly stopped, as if time had stopped at this moment.

"Are you talking about me? Who is the Third Young Master of Aolai?" The Poison Boy tilted his head with a childlike innocent expression.

The Poison Boy pretended to be ignorant and tried to make some excuses.

But Li Chungang noticed that the golden light in his right eye was spreading uncontrollably.

Li Chungang chuckled softly, his sword finger caressing the hilt of the Muma Ox sword: "Aolai's misty flowers and fruity fragrance, Dinghai's stick brings down all the monsters."

"Crack—"

The rock under the Poison Boy's feet suddenly cracked.

Golden light burst out from the body, and the child's body was twisted and stretched in the light.

"Interesting." A low voice came from the light.

The golden light dissipated, and a slender figure appeared in the same place.

The Third Young Master of Aolai looked at Li Chungang with a scrutinizing gaze: "Tell me, how did you recognize me?"

Li Chungang was prepared: "It's Zhang..."

"Impossible!" Aolai Third Young Master suddenly interrupted.

"Will that kid Zhang Fuyao tell you my identity?"

The air suddenly solidified.

Li Chungang felt an invisible pressure enveloping his whole body, but his expression did not change. He just waited quietly for the other party to finish speaking.

Aolai Third Young Master seemed to realize his loss of composure and said with a smile, "Okay, go ahead and talk. I won't interrupt you."

"That's not what Master Zhang said." Li Chungang said slowly.

"It was Senior Zhang Sanfeng who told me about the Aolai Kingdom. And you, Third Young Master, are the only one in the world who could hide undetected during my fight with the Poison King."

A golden light flashed in the eyes of Aolai Sanshao: "So it's that kid Zhang Sanfeng."

He rubbed his chin and said, "So, you've already been to Wudang? Logically speaking, with your aptitude, you should have inherited his legacy."

Without waiting for Li Chungang to answer, the third young master of Aolai suddenly approached.

Li Chungang only felt a shadow flash before his eyes, and the other party had appeared within reach.