I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The setting sun is like blood.

Zhou Yi stood outside the underground cave of the Demon Slayer Division, breathing freely.

When the light shines on his face, his skin appears transparent and pale, and blue-black blood vessels can almost be seen.

Zhang Cheng suddenly turned around and said: "Since the establishment of the Demon Slayer Division, you are the first torturer to come out alive. Someone told me back then that mortals are the best at creating miracles!"

"I didn't believe it until I saw you. If you let those immortal masters stay in the torture chamber for ten years, not many of them would survive!"

"I was just lucky enough to meet Master Fa Hai."

Zhou Yi did not want to attack Zhang Cheng. If he were really a mortal, Fahai's wooden fish would not be able to save him.

Zhang Cheng said with relief: "Everything is over. Work hard, the old man will teach you a trick, practice it diligently, and I will ensure you a long life."

"Thanks!"

Zhou Yi followed Zhang Cheng to the canteen of the Demon Slayer Division.

When many demon-slaying captains saw Zhang Cheng, they all saluted respectfully. Among them, they also met Captain Zhu who had been on duty in the A-character section of the execution room.

After having enough wine and food, Zhou Yi stood up and left.

I have been in Kyoto for ten years, and in my memory, apart from the leaky Anmin shack, I have never seen any other spectacular sights.

The name of Luodu comes from the Luo River. It surrounds Kyoto on three sides and is backed by mountains in the south. It belongs to the best Feng Shui pattern.

The Demon Slayer Division is located on the edge of the southern city of Kyoto, covering an area of ​​dozens of acres, and the underground torture chamber extends to Wusheng Mountain.

Zhou Yi walked slowly on the street, not using any spells, and went wherever the excitement was.

Today is the Lantern Festival, Kyoto has a curfew, and countless people take to the streets.

There are rows of shops on the street, with lanterns and colorful decorations in front of the doors. The palace lanterns have all kinds of strange styles, and there are also lantern riddles and poems inscribed on them, attracting tourists to come and watch.

Pairs of young men and women were haggling, one with a hot personality holding hands and linking arms in the street.

Daqian had Confucianism, but it did not only respect Confucianism, and the restrictions on women were much smaller than the ancient times in Zhou Yi's impression.

Shouting, shouting, the sound of carriages and horses, and the noise are all heard.

Zhou Yi is surrounded by antique buildings, drifting with the bustling pedestrians, as if it is an incomparable real dream.

He looked around blankly, not knowing where he had gone.

“Tongfu Inn.”

Zhou Yi noticed the name of the inn and smiled. There was a young and handsome waiter waiting at the door to welcome guests.

"Sir, do you want to be a top-notch person or stay in a hotel?"

"Stay in the hotel."

"Please come in!"

The main currency in Daqian is copper coins and silver, and the exchange ratio fluctuates between one thousand and one. Kyoto inns are expensive, and a room in a hotel costs about a hundred copper coins for one night.

The waiter leads the way, and he is actually very good at kung fu, especially light kung fu. The distance of each step is exactly the same.

Qi gazing!

A flash of light flashed through Zhou Yi's eyes, and he saw the red aura above the waiter's head, which indicated that he had good fortune in recent days. It's a pity that there is a black thread in the red aura, and if one's luck is not good, it will turn into a disaster.

The waiter bowed and excused himself: "Sir, I'm going to heat the hot water. If you need anything, call me anytime."

Zhou Yi asked: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Bai, and my name is Yutang."

"Don't go out these days, especially to meet women. Okay, go out."

Bai Yutang left with a confused look on his face. He didn't know what this weirdo meant. He was planning to go to Liumen tonight to meet the lover of his dreams.

Zhou Yi has a pale face, gray and white hair on top of his head, and his clothes are of a strange style, and he cannot recognize the material. He looks very much like a weirdo in the world.

At this time, another guest came in for dinner, and Bai Yutang immediately went up to greet them.

…

It's three o'clock in the night.

Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and the window opened automatically without wind, turning into a sword light and escaping out.

There was no one on the streets of Kyoto, as if the bustle not long ago was just an illusion.

The night wind blows, the fallen leaves are flying, and occasionally there are a few bangs and the faint sound of small candles.

The sword light shuttled through the shadows, avoiding the night patrols, including masters in official uniforms, to prevent evil spirits from harming people.

A moment later, Zhou Yi's light fell on an unknown mountain a hundred miles away.

The moon is bright, the stars are few, and everything is silent.

Zhou Yi stood in the air, opened his mouth and spit out the Ziying Sword. Nine thousand five hundred years of magic power was circulating, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore came from within his body.

After practicing the Huangting Taoist Sutra for nearly ten thousand years, even if the main effect of the Taoist Sutra is not to increase mana, after nine thousand and five hundred years of practice, the amount of mana in the Dantian has surpassed the world.

The Purple Ying Sword trembled slightly, rising into the sky, turning into a purple sword light dozens of feet long.

Zhou Yi has returned to his original appearance, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and long hair flying in all directions in the night wind.

Hanging under the blue sky, standing in the bright full moon, it seems as if an immortal has descended, and he really looks like a complete reader.

"cut!"

Holding the sword secret with his hand, the sword light slashed diagonally on the mountain peak.

Boom!

The mountain peak broke off, and the upper half of it fell into landslides, shattering at the foot of the mountain.

The remaining peaks are as smooth as a mirror and slightly tilted, reflecting the full moon in the sky.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the moon was in the sky or on the mountain peak.

"not bad."

Zhou Yi held back his proud smile and waved his hand to recall the Ziying Sword.

Zi Yingjian has been suffocating in the underground palace. He came out for a long time to have some fun, only in a small cell.

Now the sword broke off the peak with a willful sword, which continued to tremble in Zhou Yi's hand, and there was a strong feeling of joy.

"I will often take you out to have fun in the future..."

Before Zhou Yi could finish his words, he sensed several auras approaching rapidly, his figure flashed and fell to the ground, and he used the earth escape method to leave.

After a while.

More than a dozen figures of different shapes surrounded Broken Peak in the center.

On top of the broken peak, the sword energy of the Purple Ying Immortal Sword remains, which can sting with the naked eye.

"Monk Wuxiang, can you see the man at Broken Peak?"

One of the white-haired scholars asked the monk who came first.

"Amitabha! The poor monk was practicing meditation nearby. He rushed over immediately when he heard the sound. He didn't see anyone."

The Buddha's Dharma was operating without phase, and the golden Buddha's light fell on the broken peak, making a crackling sound.

Small sword energy emerged from the mountain peaks, confronting the Buddha's teachings. However, the Buddha's light is mighty and the sword energy is just a tree without roots and will soon be wiped out.

"Monk, stop, don't destroy the remaining sword energy."

The speaker was a swordsman in blue shirt, who looked to be only in his twenties or thirties: "Master Wang, the Tongtian Sword Sect wants to buy this peak from the imperial court, and is willing to..."

The sloppy old Taoist interrupted the swordsman: "Pei Yu, this sword energy is the Taoist sword control method at first glance. Why should I belong to your Tongtian Sword Sect?"

"Why, Master Wuchen wants to fight with swords?"

Pei Yu was not polite at all. He loved the sword and never cared much about human relations.

The others were not proficient in the art of swordsmanship, so they couldn't help but feel frightened when they looked at each other.

Pei Yu is the leader of the Tongtian Sword Sect. He is born with a sword heart and has a psychic mind. His ancestors even had sword masters.

The origin background of Wuchen Zhenren is even more terrifying. He is one of the three great gates in Daqian and is the Supreme Elder of Shangqing Luofu Sword Palace.

Two great masters of swordsmanship in Daqian actually fought over a broken peak. How is this possible?

Once a conflict occurs between the Tongtian Sword Sect and the Luofu Sword Palace, it will affect the stability of Daqian to a certain extent, and the court will never allow it.

Wuxiang withdrew the Buddha's light, carefully understood the changes, and found a trace of the Purple Ying Sword's aura.

"Pure Yang Treasure, this is an immortal sword!"

Immortal sword!

The white-haired scholar's face changed slightly, and he waved a book and dropped it on the mountain peak.

"Guanshan Jing".

The book fell, and layers of illusory mountain peaks appeared, sealing the Broken Peak within it.

"You two, please stop arguing. This matter must be reported to His Majesty before a decision can be made!"