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The three of them seemed to have come in a hurry, and they were all a little embarrassed.

Master Chengkong was covered with a layer of golden light, faint and illusory. There was also a cloud of celebration above his head. On the cloud, the quiet bamboo was swaying in the wind, and there were more dead leaves on it than before.

The spirit of Leiyin Temple Wuzhi was even more extraordinary. A barefoot Buddha appeared behind him, and the Buddha was surrounded by the sound of chanting and praying, as if hundreds of millions of people were worshiping and praying.

It was just that the Buddha's light on the Buddha was a little dim, flickering, and there was a sense of stuttering as if the spiritual power signal was not good.

Xie Qingxue was still cold and she looked the same as before, but she was curiously looking at Uncle Pang and the others, and seemed to be quite interested in the Zhoutian Divine Thunder Immortal Formation.

In fact, it was not just her. The three of them were unconsciously attracted by this fairy formation-after all, they knew most of these people before, and knew what kind of people they were. Even arrogantly speaking, they were not taken seriously by Master Chengkong and the others.

But it was different now!

The twenty-four Nascent Souls stepping on the Immortal Formation can actually exert the power of the God Transformation.

Although now, this Faceless Thunder God is still very weak and is not a big threat to them.

But what if there are 240?

What if... the Nine Mountains Sect has a more powerful Immortal Formation?

A genius who fights across borders is indeed terrible, but they have seen it, and even they are originally.

But a method of fighting across borders is even more terrible!

The shock in Master Chengkong's expression is one point for the situation on the field, and the other nine points are almost all for the potential of the Nine Mountains Immortal Formation!

Master Chengkong looked at the location of the Nine Mountains Realm. Not only him, but Xie Qingxue beside him also looked in the same direction with deep thoughts. Even the two of them were thinking of the same person:

One, although still cowardly in the Nine Mountains Realm, is the person behind this Immortal Formation!

Another thought came to Master Chengkong's mind: Although the Immortal Formation is already shocking enough, it seems that this is not the Nine Mountains Sect, at least not all of Zheng Fa.

Thinking of this, his eyes became more profound.

Zheng Fa, who was hiding in the Nine Mountains Realm at the moment, had a mysterious feeling of sitting back and watching the wind and clouds in his heart...

Zheng Fa was also very puzzled when he saw him looking in his direction - no, why are you looking at me, you are looking at that Yin Yang Rakshasa!

He is running away!

Go to hell!

After Master Chengkong appeared, the fastest reaction was not by others, but Yin Yang Rakshasa.

"Rakshasa!" A giant snake behind the Eight Snake Giants gushed out billowing white smoke, obscuring everyone's consciousness and vision.

He used his consciousness to ask Yin Yang Rakshasa, "What should I do?"

"... The Holy Ancestor will resurrect you."

"That's right... No, what about you?"

The big eyes on the face of the Eight Snake Giants were wide open, and the eyes of the eight giant snakes behind them were also round, like sixteen big light bulbs that could not illuminate the doubts in his heart.

The Yin Yang Rakshasa's ferocious half of the face raised the corner of his mouth, and then he let out a roar full of anger.

The eighteen eyes of the Eight Snake Giant suddenly filled with scarlet blood. He turned around and ran towards the Faceless Thunder God behind him with unparalleled courage, still shouting:

"Yin! Yang! Rakshasa!"

The giant shouted the name of his companion and launched a desperate charge, as if he was going to cut off the rear. This shocked Zheng Fa deeply - the Demon Cult was so comrade-in-arms?

"The most powerful thing about Yin Yang Rakshasa is that he can arouse the mind." The Blood River Patriarch on the side said, as if explaining to him, "The left face is for desire, and the right face is for anger. When he attacks with all his strength, he is a god, and it is easy to be caught if you are not prepared."

Zheng Fa understood:

He didn't know whether the Eight Snake Giant regarded Yin Yang Rakshasa as a comrade-in-arms.

But Yin Yang Rakshasa obviously didn't regard the Eight Snake Giant as a human being...

Zheng Fa hurriedly urged the Sun and Moon Bell, and the dragons and snakes in the Thunder Pool danced wildly, entangled with Yin Yang Rakshasa, trying to entangle this person.

Senior Sister Zhang was not idle either, and the Nine Mountains rose again and smashed towards Yin Yang Rakshasa.

But Yin-Yang Rakshasa was desperate to escape at this time, so he naturally did not hold back. His body split in the middle, into a man and a woman. The man was hideous and ugly, and the woman was charming and beautiful.

The man's face was full of anger, his body swelled up, and he stood up to the sky, holding the thunder wrapped around his body. Seeing Jiushan flying over, he held Jiushan in his palm, like a toy.

But the man's face was also filled with rolling black air, and he seemed to be at the end of his strength.

The woman took the opportunity to fly out.

The Yin-Yang Rakshasa was so brave that it was beyond the expectations of Zheng Fa and Senior Sister Zhang. Seeing that this person was about to disappear into the darkness, he fled.

"Send, Taoist friend to the afterlife!"

Chengkong finally made a move. With his soft chant, the Qingjing Bamboo tilted slightly, and a little light like golden sand sprinkled on the bamboo leaves.

The poisonous smoke in the mouths of the eight giant snakes suddenly stopped.

The face of the eight snake giants was also calm.

Even the darkness around began to dissipate!

So effective?

"The Pure and Quiet Bamboo... is the best to restrain my Great Freedom Holy Church." The Blood River Patriarch beside him explained, "My Great Freedom Holy Church disturbs people's minds, and it can calm their minds."

"My Great Freedom Holy Church is good at using poison, blood, and evil spirits, and it can clear the world."

"According to the records of my Holy Church, this Pure and Quiet Bamboo is the most feared treasure of my Holy Ancestor."

Zheng Fa turned his head to look at the Blood River Patriarch who knew everything, and then looked at the battlefield.

The Eight Snake Giants now seemed to be awake, but it was too late!

The Thunder God transformed by the Immortal Formation pierced his chest with a gun. He wailed, and a snake head behind him suddenly broke off, but the big hole in his chest was slowly disappearing.

"...The eight snakes behind Xiang Liufa have eight lives and are extremely difficult to kill."

No need to look back, Zheng Fa knew that it was the loyal commentator, Patriarch Xuehe, who was explaining.

Sure enough, the Eight Snake Giants showed no injuries at all, and just retreated backwards with seven snake heads.

Obviously, after he calmed down, he was not willing to fight to the death any more.

"What they have done has damaged their Taoism, but it is really difficult to stop the two Dharma Bodies who want to escape regardless of the cost."

Ancestor Xuehe said, his words were somewhat gloomy. Zheng Fa looked at the Blood River Ancestor and heard him explain: "The Dharmakaya is extremely difficult to kill..."

But Xie Qingxue and Wu Zhi did not sit back and watch. They seemed to know how difficult the Dharmakaya was. It seemed that he had already planned it, but he no longer cared about the Yin Yang Rakshasa who had fled away, but instead surrounded the Eight Snakes nearby... the Seven Snake Giants.

Master Chengkong joined forces with them, and in a moment, he kindly chopped off three snake heads, reducing his total burden by half.

The man and woman transformed by the yin and yang Rakshasa merge into one body again, and the whole person disappears into darkness.

This darkness seemed to have its own magic, leaving him with no trace of his aura.

Seeing that the dust was about to settle in the field, Zheng Fa also relaxed his mind and just looked at the Blood River Ancestor aside with a half-smile.

This person, from saying nothing to twittering, is really too flexible.

Ancestor Xuehe looked solemn, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Zheng Fa's eyes.

"Does this mean that the Demon Ancestor of Freedom cannot be resurrected? Do you want to abandon the darkness and turn to the light?"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not!" Ancestor Xuehe said loudly, "I did not betray the Holy Ancestor!"

"..."

"When the Holy Ancestor is resurrected, I will wait for him to rescue me. If he cannot be resurrected... I can only succumb to the thief and follow the immortal sect..."

Zheng Fa nodded secretly in his heart. The Blood River Ancestor also understood what was going on. He was now trapped in this natal flying sword and suppressed in the Nine Mountains Realm.

He didn't cooperate before, but he still hoped that the Demon Ancestor of Freedom would come back to life and rescue him.

It seems that the momentum is not good now. He doesn't know how many years he will be suppressed, and he may even never get ahead.

Naturally, they are willing to cooperate.

"Sign it."

Zheng Fa took out a stack of contracts that he had prepared long ago and handed them to the other party with a smile.

"The Lingbao experiment is aware of the agreement."

"Magic Gate Law Cooperation Agreement."

"Employment Agreement for Demonic Defense Course Instructor."

"Confidentiality Agreement..."

"The agreement to voluntarily give up the right to personal freedom..."

"..."

The more Ancestor Xuehe looked, the darker his face became, and finally he couldn't help but said: "This is different from what I said before..."

If only he had signed so many gadgets.

Not only is he restricted everywhere in the Nine Mountains Realm.

Students also have to be taught how to deal with demon sect disciples.

From time to time, I have to sacrifice my body... my natal sword to do some research for Zheng Fa and others...

This is to hollow him out from the inside out.

"Can the price of surrendering before and surrendering now be the same?"

Zheng Fa said quietly.

Ancestor Xuehe gritted his teeth, seemingly unwilling to sign these deeds of betrayal.

but……

"If it's later, it will be another price..."

Zheng Fa's words showed endless confusion on his face.

But Zheng Fa no longer paid attention to him, and just looked at the light curtain above his head. In the light curtain, the Eight Snake Giant had turned into a very normal headless giant...

The snake head removal operation performed by three outstanding descendants of the Five Sects was very successful, fast and neat, but the patient's death was not peaceful.

Even Zheng Fa felt that these three people still had some strength left.

"Signed!"

As the headless giant fell to the ground, the Blood River Ancestor seemed to fully understand the situation. Without hesitation, he printed his soul into the contract.

Zheng Fa couldn't help but glance at this person. This choice was indeed difficult. On the one hand, he had been suppressed for who knows how many years and could only wait for the Demon Ancestor to resurrect or something happened to Zheng Fa.

Or, work for Zheng Fa and still have some freedom and opportunities.

It seems that the ancestor of Blood River is not a person who likes to wait passively.

He could even vaguely see a sentence on the face of the Blood River Ancestor - he should be considered multiple Saint Ancestors!

Don't tell me, this self-comfort is quite effective...

Zheng Fa nodded slightly towards the Blood River Ancestor and asked directly: "Will this snakeless giant come back to life?"

"Yes, but it will take a long time... The Holy Ancestor himself has not yet been resurrected. I don't know how long it will take for them to come back to life."

"So you don't want to either?"

"No one wants to..." Ancestor Xuehe shook his head and said, "As long as there is a sea of ​​blood, we will be immortal, but if we stay in the sea of ​​blood for a long time, our minds will be tortured, and the gods in front will not die. few."

"Um?"

"Venerable Tianhe killed some, uh, killed a lot."

"...No wonder the Yin Yang Rakshasa ran so fast."

"The Yin-Yang Rakshasa is indeed the best person in our demon sect who is good at saving lives..." Ancestor Xuehe also praised, obviously he was very envious of the Yin-Yang Rakshasa who not only did not lose his life, but also did not even lose his freedom.

Zheng Fa also looked at the darkness that was gradually dissipating. In the darkness, the back of Yin Yang Rakshasa had long disappeared.

But the voice of Yin Yang Rakshasa came!

"Nether Immortal, are you here too?"

"Qin Mu! What are you doing!"

"Did you betray the Holy Ancestor?"

When these three words came out, even the Blood River Ancestor couldn't help but be stunned.

This Yin Yang Rakshasa had just cheated his teammates, and was now cheated by his own family?

In the darkness, the sound of footsteps came slowly and calmly.

A person slowly emerged from the darkness.

Only when he got closer did Zheng Fa realize that this person had a gentle look in his eyes, and his plain clothes were not stained with a speck of dust. His aura was pure and profound.

If he had not held a large banner with a bloody aura in his hand, he would have looked more like a banished immortal than anyone else present.

"The Netherworld Immortal..."

Beside him, Elder Xuehe lowered his voice slightly, even though he was separated by a world.

"Who is he?"

"He is a true disciple of the Supreme Dao. He betrayed the Supreme Dao for some reason and joined our Holy Religion. He is not only very skilled, but also has won the favor of the Holy Ancestor... It is difficult for us to communicate with the Holy Ancestor now, but he can."

"Senior Sister Zhang, retreat! This person is dangerous!"

Zheng Fa said as soon as he heard it.

Although Zheng Fa had never heard of the saying that Xuanwei could increase its combat power by turning black, he was able to break out of the Supreme Dao among the five sects of Xuanwei and is now doing well...

Let Master Chengkong deal with it himself!

Senior Sister Zhang led Senior Uncle Pang and the others to retreat, but the Nether Immortal didn't seem to care about them, just looked at Master Chengkong with a smile.

"Have you refined the Yin-Yang Rakshasa?"

Before he could speak, Master Chengkong stared at the blood flag with shock and anger.

Zheng Fa then realized that the blood and resentment on the blood flag came from the Yin-Yang Rakshasa...

"He doesn't trust me, but he is incompetent and can't collect enough blood essence for the Holy Ancestor..." The Nether Immortal touched the flagpole in his hand and said as a matter of course, "It's better to donate his own blood essence to help the Holy Ancestor resurrect."

"His blood essence is enough."

Zheng Fa felt some buzzing noises around him, and when he turned around, he saw that the flying sword under the Blood River Ancestor seemed to be trembling.

"?"

"If you enter the blood evil flag, you won't survive."

Zheng Fa sighed in his heart, slaying demons and eliminating monsters depends on the Demon Sect itself!

Master Chengkong gritted his teeth and said coldly: "You betrayed me, the Supreme Dao, and now you are going to betray the Demon Sect?"

"Betray?" The Nether Immortal chuckled and said, "I am just working hard for the resurrection of the Holy Ancestor."

Master Chengkong tightened his fingers, and the Qingjing Bamboo in his hand shook slightly, as if he was about to attack.

The Nether Immortal was not afraid at all, just set his eyes on the Qingjing Bamboo, smiled and shook his head: "How many times can this Qingjing Bamboo be used?"

"It had problems when I left, and it can be used five times at most."

"Blood River, you used it once."

"You used it again to break my Five Directions Blood Evil Flag Formation."

"Four Transformations, how many times did you use it? Twice, or three times?"

The Nether Immortal seemed to be very familiar with this Qingjing Bamboo, counting slowly with his fingers.

Master Chengkong's face became more and more ugly, and Zheng Fa realized that this Qingjing Bamboo seemed to be eight or nine points withered and almost withered.

"You think it's good? Let them die?... No, how do you know?"

"No, they chose it themselves. But, nephew Jiang, don't you know who was the last master of Qingjing Bamboo?"

The Nether Immortal asked back.

"You?"

"So your master didn't tell you... Oh, he may not know that I was the one who tampered with Qingjing Bamboo."

"..."

"Otherwise, how do you think I, a traitor of the Supreme Dao, could win the favor of the Saint Ancestor?"

"..."

Zheng Fa felt that the Nether Immortal was a little perverted, and quietly retreated with Sun Moon Bell and Senior Sister Zhang.

"Why are you like this!" Master Chengkong was naturally even more angry, "You are highly regarded in the sect and are regarded as the first candidate for the next generation. Because of your betrayal, my uncle almost died in the heart demon calamity."

"Why?" The Nether Immortal's smile deepened by two points, as if he had heard something very funny, "My master asked me the same question at the beginning."

"It seems that he didn't tell you my answer."

Master Chengkong was stunned, his eyes were full of confusion.

Everyone in the field looked at this Nether Immortal, his eyes were a little far away, as if he had thought of something, and gently said the answer: "He taught me."

"...Will my uncle teach you to betray your master, join the Demon Sect, and be driven by the Demon Ancestor?"

Master Chengkong's words were full of disbelief.

"It is true that those who do not know me would ask me what I want. The Taoism of the Supreme Dao is flawed. I want to learn from the Demon Sect, learn from its strengths and weaknesses, and integrate the two. The so-called being driven by others is just the price of achieving enlightenment."

"... He taught me, oh, no, it was the Supreme Dao that taught us. Isn't it for the sake of achieving enlightenment? It is not impossible to cooperate with the Demon Ancestor?" The Nether Immortal said this with a teasing look in his eyes, and then said, "For example, to deal with that venerable, isn't it?"

Zheng Fa glanced and saw that the face of the Blood River Ancestor was confused, but the three disciples of the Five Sects of Xuanwei were speechless.

Obviously, they actually knew some inside information.

Seeing that the three people did not speak, the Nether Immortal laughed even happier. He was radiant with light, and in an instant, he turned into a golden god and stood in front of everyone.

"Jiang nephew, how do you think my Pure Yang Yuanshen compares to yours?"

Zheng Fa was speechless.

Is there any need to compare?

These two light bulbs are not of the same wattage!

Originally, Master Chengkong's soul looked solemn and dignified, like a god descending to earth.

But in front of the Nether Immortal, his soul seemed a little dim and stingy, like a pirated copy - this was of course because he consumed a lot of energy.

But the Nether Immortal's attainments in this Yang Shen were really extraordinary.

How did he break out of the door and practice the method of the Supreme Dao so well?

He, a traitor, is better than Master Chengkong... The mockery of those words before is several levels deeper.

"You came here just to tell me this?" Master Chengkong picked up the Qingjing Bamboo, and seemed to be unable to bear it.

"No, the five blood evil flags have been trained..."

Zheng Fa was stunned, and slowly looked at the Blood River Patriarch beside him. The expression on the face of the Blood River Patriarch was uglier than when Uncle Pang stepped on his face before.

It is understandable. He has surrendered, and the Nether Immortal told him that he can still turn around...

It's too late!

"I didn't come here to find you, my nephew." The Nether Immortal turned his eyes to another person, raised a finger, and smiled: "Qingjing Bamboo, the legendary Buddha's treasure for enlightenment, can only be used once at most."

"After one time, it's gone."

"Why don't you take action?"

The person he pointed his finger at was Wuzhi of Leiyin Temple!

"Daoyou Chengkong, please forgive me for being rude!"