Devil Seeds

The highest peak in the Ten Devil Sects is also the most "ordinary" mountain.

It does not have all kinds of powerful forbidden spells, nor does it arrange a large number of magic weapons and traps.

It just stood there naked.

Yet it is also the most extraordinary.

Because on this mountain, the person who controls everything... is not a mortal, but a golden fairy.

Ke Xiaoliang saw the victory of Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, but he didn't show any joy.

Just like when he saw Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng were about to fall.

For Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, they have already won the battle that belongs to them.

But for Ke Xiaoliang, his battle has not even begun.

"This is Mingyue Road, and it's mostly a troubled wind." Ke Xiaoliang sighed, switching the "picture scroll" in front of him at will, and at the same time based on the information captured before, he deduced hundreds of thousands of different conclusions, and then screened from them with real possibilities.

On the northernmost cliff of Mt. Mozhu, there is a small pavilion embedded in the stone wall.

The pavilion is built on an ancient pine tree that has been around for thousands of years. Standing on the edge of the railing of the pavilion, you can see the sea of ​​clouds rolling under your feet.

In the gazebo, stood a young man with green hair wearing a lavender robe and a high crown of colored glaze.

On the young man's handsome face, the most eye-catching thing is his pair of eyes shining with blue light, and mysterious fine lines are densely covered in his pupils.

And the blue-haired young man's hand, as soft as a virgin's, was holding a blue-green long flute tightly.

No one blows the flute, but when the wind from the mountain stream blows through the air holes of the flute. It automatically plays melodious and dusty music.

The clear and melodious sound of flute is heard from the tops of ancient trees above the fairyland-like sea of ​​clouds, carrying a kind of quiet beauty beyond dust.

However, such tranquility and beauty should not belong to a place like the Ten Demon Sect.

Snapped!

A crisp sound interrupted everything that was harmonious and beautiful.

The miraculous flute shattered at the slender and tender fingertips of the green-haired young man, shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground clangingly, playing its last sound.

Boom!

The green-haired young man waved his palm casually, and this very interesting little pavilion burst open immediately, even the ten thousand-year-old tree under the pavilion was broken, leaving only a bare tree pole crooked. Stung obliquely on the cliff, it looks extremely ugly.

"Zhang Taijing!" The green-haired youth said softly.

Brother Zhang was eager to get out, cast the secret technique, and because of the backlash from his future body, his body, which was no longer obese, quickly appeared beside the green-haired youth.

"Young Master!" Senior Brother Zhang fell to the ground respectfully, as if this young man was the serious master of the Ten Demon Sect.

"Within three days, restore everything here to its original state, exactly, otherwise... just stay here with the ancient trees of Qingshan! This is also a good home!"

Said this lightly, the green-haired youth rose against the wind and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Brother Zhang knelt on the ground, trembling all over his body until the young man with green hair had left for a long time.

Only then stood up trembling and startled, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.

Looking at the bare 10,000-year-old pine on the cliff, Senior Brother Zhang's face suddenly turned a liver color.

Not to mention how difficult it is to restore this place to its original state.

This place is still full of the palm force left by the young gentleman with blue hair and purple clothes just now, even if he restored everything.

The remaining palm power will also destroy everything that has been restored.

How to solve the problem of restoring the ancient pine in the pavilion is a problem for Senior Brother Zhang.

In Senior Brother Zhang's eyes, Shaojun, who was powerful, terrifying and with a much deeper background than him, was thinking of another thing at this moment.

Originally, the monks in the Real Demon Realm planned to completely change the ten demon sects by squeezing out, suppressing and replacing them.

Like the ship of Theseus.

However, Brother Zhang's failure seemed to indicate a conclusion.

That is, what they did was useless at all.

Not only failed to clear out the original influence of the Ten Demon Sects, but seemed to stimulate the rapid growth of these monks who were originally confined to the small world.

Such a result was not what the young master wanted.

"Bai Gusheng... Jiuxuan, and... Xue Chan!" Shaojun counted each name in a soft voice.

These names were gradually faded in the passage of time, as if they had already left the big stage of the Ten Demon Sect.

Now it seems, but not at all.

After thinking for a while, Shaojun gave the order.

The most extreme methods will be adopted to stimulate the original group of Ten Demon Sect members.

At the same time... Ke Xiaoliang, the current golden fairy, will be further tested.

Blood Cicada is drinking.

As early as three hundred years ago, he had already accumulated enough plot points and reshaped his body.

From a remnant soul to a living monk, he has traveled for more than a hundred years, which is at least a thousand years if it is converted into the Huzhong Realm.

And after more than three hundred years, except for Ke Xiaoliang, no one knows what kind of realm this Ten Demon Sect Demon Cultivator who once competed with Ke Xiaoliang is now, and what kind of means he has.

He was still dressed in red, with picturesque features, and from a distance he looked like a cold and handsome monk.

Even after hundreds of years, he still hasn't changed himself.

On the contrary, he was full of Zen, which made him look even less like a demon cultivator, but a well-educated monk.

Of course...he is not a real monk.

After all, drinking alcohol for a monk is considered breaking the precept.

How could a real monk drink alcohol? right!

Of course, Xue Chan is just a monk of wine and meat, not a monk of flowers.

So he didn't find some special practitioners to come and drink with him.

Sitting by the window of the small building, he was just drinking alone.

As in the past, as in the past few decades.

Today, however, seems to be different.

Without any announcement, something that has always been suppressed broke out at this moment.

A flying sword that flew over suddenly shattered the wine glass in his hand, heading straight for his throat.

The sword energy of this sword is introverted, except for the person who uses this sword, no one knows how powerful this sword is.

Faced with such a sword, Xue Chan chose to directly hold the long sword that pierced his throat with his hand.

His hand, which was strong enough to lift a mountain, was directly cut with blood under the sharp and destructive blade.

Xue Chan didn't respond at all, as if it wasn't his body that was injured, and the toxins that were spreading into the body along the wound were not worth mentioning at all.

In the cold small building, there was a strange chirping of cicadas.

On a treetop in the distance, a man in black fell down.

On his forehead, there is a cicada imprint that looks like a blood crystal.

The bright silver brilliance flickered, and a white sword light rushed towards the blood cicada from outside the window.

This sword light is also sharp and condensed to the extreme. Unlike those black-clothed swordsmen before, this sword is more powerful and lethal.

It was as if someone had poured all their energy into this sword. Once the sword was released, the sword was abandoned, and there was nothing else in life.

Blood Cicada still had no greater reaction.

It's just that the chirping of cicadas is a little bit clearer and louder.

The three black-clothed sword cultivators suddenly backed away and evacuated the small building they originally surrounded at a faster speed.

In their eyes, this small building, which was originally ordinary, has turned into a devil's cave full of blood at this moment.

The monk in red, standing barefoot in the boundless sea of ​​blood, looks like the Buddha who redeemed everything, and the Shura who destroyed everything.

On the top of a small mountain not far from the attack of the blood cicada, a man in black leaned against the Echo Stone Wall and slowly lifted his cloak.

The whole body of this person is covered with sword marks and scars, and the accumulation of layers of scars makes this person not look like a human, but more like a monster.

The only pair of pupils that are fairly clear are diamond-shaped like snake pupils.

This person slowly came out of the darkness, and then stared closely at Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng who had just won a tragic victory.

Click!

As his footsteps moved, the rocks he stepped on seemed to be cracked by sharp swords one after another, and the entire mountain seemed to be exuding a palpitating wave.

Bai Gusheng turned his head to look at the man who came with a murderous aura, his figure flashed, his hands spread out, and a row of bone magic swords were displayed in front of him.

Bai Gusheng didn't say much to Jiuxuan, but stood in front of the man alone.

Immediately, Jiuxuan summoned up his mana, turned into a demon dragon, soared into the sky, and galloped in the direction of the blood cicada.

Rows of dharma swords flashing cold white light flew towards the unkind man at the same time.

The man pulled out an iron ruler that looked ordinary.

Boom!

When objects collided, it was not the sound of gold and iron, but a violent wave of air.

In this wave of air, the bone magic sword that Bai Gusheng swung was shattered by this man in a shattering gesture.

The cold light in Bai Gusheng's eyes condensed, and the shattered Bai Gufa sword turned into dust, surrounded Bai Gusheng's whole body, and then wrapped him tightly, turning into an even bigger sword reaching the sky.

Terrible sword light emanated from the blade, and the sword light shifted, and it was constantly replicating and splitting.

When night falls, these lights are like white fire, burning persistently in the air.

Evaporate the dew in the night, making everything a bit hazy.

And in this twilight, amazing destructive power diffused.

"cut!"

Bai Gusheng clasped his hands together and let out a violent shout. The terrifying sword light shook the space.

The man was speechless, but only took one step forward.

That ordinary iron ruler carried an almost crazy charm.

At this moment... Although his body is covered with scars, in the night, under the light of the vast snow-white sword, he seems to have turned into an emperor who rules over billions.

What the iron ruler pointed at was impartial, but it made it impossible for anyone to think of dodging.

call out!

The sword light and the iron ruler meet in mid-air.

The bright sword light penetrated the space.

However, the iron ruler smashed Bai Gusheng's seemingly exhausted sword at an indescribable speed, and hit Bai Gusheng's chest fiercely.

Astonishing energy fluctuations swept through the air, and the terrifying energy explosion even broke a gap in this small mountain.

On the other side, Jiu Xuan was running towards Xue Chan's small building.

In the small building, the strange chirping of cicadas gradually became duller.

The blue light like a tourmaline and the eye-catching blood light soared into the sky at the same time, each occupying half of the sky.

There was a sense of tension in the air, and invisible ripples scattered in all directions, containing terrifying energy fluctuations.

Rumble!

The battle between the two battlefields and the loud noise finally completely broke the tranquility of the night.

However, the Ten Demon Sect, which was supposed to be bustling with people, seemed to be empty at this time.

Everyone understands that it's time to stand in line.

But everyone wants to wait and see...they all want to wait!

Who wins! Who do they help.

The blood-colored flames whizzed across the sky like a meteor, and the air became extremely hot wherever it passed. In the blood-like heat, the blood cicada's body was slowly torn apart from it.

"Demon Emperor Sword!"

A low whistling sound came from below.

Immediately, the blood color suddenly exploded, and the sharp and fierce sword shadow suddenly waved like a quiet moon in the water.

The blood cicada's originally severed body broke again.

Divide two into four.

Immediately afterwards, it was divided into four into eight, and eighth into sixteen.

The number of swords cut more and more, Xue Chan's body was cut more and more pieces.

Even so, the sound of cicadas was getting louder and louder in the surrounding mountains.

Gradually, it's like the scorching summer is coming.

The whole mountains and rivers are surrounded by a strange, dull, thick and loud cicadas.

Those who heard the sound of cicadas saw a handsome monk with picturesque features, wearing a blood-red monk's robe, standing there clean and tidy.

The bright sword light began to become cloudy, and streams of evil spirits were drawn out from the mountain, and injected into the supposedly cold sword light.

As more and more of the earth's evil spirit merged, the originally sharp and crisp sword light gradually formed a huge yellow sword with a hundred feet. The scorching air began to gradually become icy cold.

Bai Gusheng turned his body and used the Baigu magic sword, but it seemed as if he had fallen into a quagmire and gradually lost his balance.

The purple-red magic light pierced through half of the sky, like a giant cannon, bombarding the Bone Magic Sword that was stuck in the quagmire.

At the same time, it also bombarded the bone bone that was running everything in the bone magic sword.

Bai Gusheng, who has already reached his limit, can turn things around again?

At this time, who else will help him?

Ke Xiaoliang?

No way!

If Ke Xiaoliang made a move at this time, it would be tantamount to directly losing to Qian Ren and Bai Shou, two Demon Lords.

Therefore, even if Bai Gusheng was blasted to pieces, Ke Xiaoliang would never frown for him.

Fuchsia and yellow are intertwined, making the night appear colorful. Countless people's eyes are focused here, and in their eyes, there is a deep dignified and shocking color.

At this moment, the identity of the man was also exposed to the public.

Ten Devil Sects, outer disciple... Cao Xiu.

Not bad...just an outer disciple!

A... waste that even a demon seed doesn't deserve?

But it was just such a person that made Bai Gusheng, who had just defeated Senior Brother Zhang, about to fall into a deadlock.