Legend of the Great Sage

Yongzhou is not a big place, and the great monks from Shangqing arrived one after another, but no one dared to step forward, not only because of the surging sea of ​​blood, but also because of the soaring demonic energy.

The dark demonic energy was so thick that it was almost liquid, and it continuously spewed out from the devil's cave and penetrated the world.

It spreads out in the night sky and turns into a magic cloud, covering the stars and the moon. The entire area of ​​a hundred miles has been transformed into a piece of demonic land, and it is still expanding.

When practitioners enter this demonic land, they will be suppressed, and even magic weapons will be infiltrated by demonic energy.

She is an exception.

Since there is no such thing as life and death, the Hungry Ghost Realm can be equated with the Nine Provinces. Likewise, since there is no such thing as good or evil, the Demonic Realm is nothing.

How can a person who is neither alive nor dead be afraid of being infiltrated by demonic energy? The thick and deep sea of ​​blood was even more filthy than the demonic energy.

The "Black Dragon King" cut through the night sky and stopped outside the Demonic Land.

Yongzhou Mu could hardly believe that this was the former Qiushan Temple.

Several senior monks reported to him what they had just seen: "àThe enemy is really too strong, and it is difficult to kill him even from other places. If he rashly enters...Qiushan Temple, I am afraid there will be damage!"

Yongzhou Mu gritted his teeth and said: "Wait, I don't believe she can stay in this demon cave forever. The demon people will never thank her for opening the demon cave!"

The roars of the demons resounded throughout the world, and the black demonic energy shone with light as dense as stars. Those were the eyes of the demons, full of obscenity and evil, all focused on Xiao An.

Dressed in white, she stood above the surging sea of ​​blood and among the billowing demonic energy, as eye-catching as a white lotus.

Before the demons could launch their attack, she took action.

The flags of the sea of ​​blood were raised. The torrential sea of ​​blood immediately poured into the Demon Cave, and those eyes were suddenly filled with fear.

The sea of ​​blood is boundless, there is no shore to look back on, it is just sinking.

Several demon commanders spared no effort to transform themselves into ferocious and ugly monsters. They abandoned their limbs corroded by blood and rushed into the sky.

As soon as the chaos bell rang, they fell headlong into the sea of ​​blood like birds struck by arrows.

Be it a demon or a monk. There is no difference. One should cross it.

Only when the devil appears does she need to take action personally.

Either kill the Buddha or abandon the immortal, kill them all with one sword!

The surging sea of ​​blood became thicker and thicker. The thick smell of blood can be smelled even from a hundred miles away.

There are more and more skeletons in the sea of ​​blood. Some are as powerful as the Demon King. All of them are ferocious and ferocious, with amazing bones. These are all transformed by the fallen demon king. The crystal demon hearts are deeply embedded in the bones, and they even retain some of their original sanity and methods. But he has become a slave to the sea of ​​blood, killing the demonic people.

The great monks in Yongzhou looked at this killing feast in stunned silence. Only then did they realize that she opened the demon cave not to attract the demons to invade, but to feed on these demons.

Whenever a demon king falls, the great monks feel chilled in their hearts. They think that they are no stronger than these demon kings. If he attacks rashly and is suppressed by the demonic energy, he may end up even worse.

From ancient times to the present, the invasion of demons that brought catastrophes to Kyushu was actually resisted by her alone, and she became stronger with each battle.

Later, there was no need for her to take action personally. There were more and more powerful skeleton blood slaves in the blood sea. Although he can't use his arms and fingers like he can command the Skeleton Demon, he can still mobilize it with the Blood Sea Flag.

Holding the blood sea banner, she stood on the blood sea, like a commander commanding thousands of troops, strangling the endless army of demons.

A demon king with three heads and six arms struggled to break out of the encirclement. Two heads were missing and only three arms were left. He looked at her in the sea of ​​blood in horror: "What kind of monster are you?!"

It was ridiculous for the Demon King to ask such a question, but no one could laugh.

A twisted strange sword was thrown into the Demon King's hand. Before he could react, a sword intent rushed straight into the sea of ​​consciousness. His eyes turned white and his whole body twitched.

The Demon King suddenly gave out a crazy smile: "Master, let me come and play too!"

Xiao An nodded slightly. Ever since she threw the Xian Qi Sword into the Blood Sea Banner, the Xian Qi Sword Soul has become much more obedient.

The relatively equal relationship between people and swords has shifted. She is becoming the true master of the Immortal Abandoned Sword step by step, deeply imprinting her own will into the soul of the Immortal Abandoned Sword.

This is not because of the gap in strength - unless it is a mysterious being like the Five Jue Immortals, the cultivation level of three heavenly tribulations will never be able to conquer Xian Qi Sword - but in the confrontation between the will of man and the sword, Xian Qi Sword Soul has already given in. .

Not daring to fight back at a critical moment is proof of fear. And when she began to implement the will inherited from the White Bone Bodhisattva in "The Way of the White Bones", she was undoubtedly the one who felt the deepest, and her own twisted madness suddenly became as ridiculous as a clown.

From an ordinary perspective, the sword of Xian Qi Sword that is possessed by madness cannot really be compared with a mad Bodhisattva. Even a trace of inheritance of thoughts is enough to overwhelm it and make it a true slave.

The Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul forcibly swallowed the Demon King's power. The Demon King's huge body shrank sharply, and bones were squeezed out from the flesh and blood, piercing the skin and flying out. Each one hovered vertically above the sea of ​​blood. The sword light began to flash.

Xiao An immediately understood what Xian Qi Sword Soul wanted to do, and only heard the "Devil King" say: "Heaven and Earth Sword Formation!"

With the Immortal Abandoned Sword as the core and hundreds of bones as the auxiliary, a heaven and earth sword array was formed, raining down a sea of ​​blood, strangling the demons crazily. Only the demon king could resist, and he could not escape death.

The great monks of Shangqing were all stunned: "This sword..."

Someone said: "This sword is called Xianqi. It is said to be the sword of the Five Immortals. It was sealed in the sword tomb. Later it was acquired by the Cangjian Palace, which is the famous Cangjian Peak in Qingzhou. Later it backfired and destroyed the sky." The elder destroyed the entire Hidden Sword Palace and broke through Tianlong Zen. He fought against King Chu Lie, Dragon King Mohai and Beiyue Demon King Li Qingshan with one against three. Later, he lost the battle, opened the Demon Cave, and was finally conquered by Li Qingshan. This is probably It is the most powerful weapon in Kyushu, and few of us can match it."

This astonishing achievement made the great monks even more miserable: "Not to mention this Buddha's enemy, even this sword is difficult to deal with! Is it really impossible for Yongzhou to escape this disaster?"

"It's not just Yongzhou, it's a catastrophe for the whole world!"

However, in the battle at Dafo Mountain, the Immortal Abandoned Sword did not actually exert its full power. Weapons must be wielded by humans, and it is impossible for a sword without an owner to exert its full power. The most important thing is that it has no source of power, and it cannot use its peerless swordsmanship to its fullest. This is also the biggest reason for its failure in the first place.

Later, although Xiao An became the master of Xian Qi Sword, Xian Qi Sword not only failed to work hard, but also always thought about backlash.

In this case, Xiao An naturally would not give it too much power and would keep it in a weak state, so the power exerted by the Xian Qi Sword was not even as good as when there was no sword master.

But now, as the Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul gradually surrenders, Xiao An begins to give it more support.

The culprit who once defeated the two major sects in Qingzhou is gradually showing its true power.

Xiao An waved the Blood Sea Flag, and thousands of skeletons were sent to her by the sea of ​​blood. He waved a stream of samadhi white bone fire and refined all the skeletons into 364 small white bone swords as thin as cicada wings.

Although it doesn't have any special power, it is sharp and tough, comparable to a magic weapon, and it is rare to have a unique set of its own.

She waved her hand, and the small bone sword shot through the air, and all of it pierced into the back-bitten Demon King's body, gradually soaking in the demon blood.

"What a sword!"

The Immortal Abandoned Sword Soul immediately abandoned the big bones and turned to use the small white bone sword to re-form the heaven and earth sword formation.

In an instant, the lethality of the sword formation skyrocketed. Even if the Demon King was involved in the sword formation, he would be immediately minced into a pulp without the slightest resistance.

This is the first time they have worked together. Now they don't even need the Buddha-killing Sword, the Blood Sea Flag, the Chaos Soul Bell, etc. Just one person and one sword are enough to run rampant across Kyushu and kill kings like dogs.

"What should I do?"

The great monks of Shangqing looked at each other with fear in their eyes. Not to mention that the chance of victory is extremely small, even if the Buddha's enemies are really lucky to be killed, how many of them can survive?

The pastor of Yongzhou used the art of Zhanqi and looked in all directions. The vitality in various places was weakening. Finally, he sighed: "Fellow Taoists, please go back to your sect and stick to it!" Even he, the state shepherd, was unwilling.

Suddenly he thought that even if Qiushan Temple was like this, other major sects might not be able to defend it: "Gather your disciples and follow me back to the palace!" To be continued...)