Violent Dan Zun

 Chapter 6883: Escaped the massacre of those from the Demon Gate

As the demon warriors retreated, the village fell into silence again, but in that dead silence, Chen Xuan caught a subtle cry. He followed the sound to find a half-collapsed thatched hut, in the corner of the black smoke and yellow wall. A young woman huddled quietly. Her clothes were in tatters, and her eyes were full of fear and confusion.

Seeing Chen Xuan, the woman was shocked at first, but when she saw clearly that Chen Xuan was not his enemy, she felt a hint of surprise in despair.

“How did you escape the slaughter of the Demon Sect?” Chen Xuan asked softly, his tone was steady and full of sympathy.

 The woman raised her head, and two lines of clear tears quietly slid down her pale face. Her voice was choked with sobs, but after Chen Xuan waited patiently, she finally told the cause and effect of the incident.

"Here... it used to be a quiet village, until that Shinra Heavenly Lord led his Demon Sect disciples to sweep across the Central Territory. They were like devils, committing all kinds of evil. The former Central Territory masters could not even become their generals. In Shinra, In front of Tianzun, no one is a rival..."

The woman's words seemed to slowly spit out the thorn in her heart, and her voice became more and more firm: "Shenluo Tianzun's power is unmatched. It is rumored that he has obtained some forbidden power. Various sects have fallen one after another, and people in the Central Realm, Either they were killed or they were forced to surrender... not even me... not even our village was spared. "

 Chen Xuan's eyes were solemn, and he was extremely shocked. He knew about this world a long time ago before he fell into coma. Now that he heard about this incident, his heart was inevitably shocked and angry.

“What’s your name?” Chen Xuan asked softly, trying to calm the woman’s shock through conversation.

The woman trembled slightly and replied: "My name is Ling'er."

"Ling'er, I already understand everything you said. Although I am alone, the right path has not been destroyed. I will find a way to defeat Shenluo Tianzun." Chen Xuan's voice was full of determination and commitment. His eyes sparkled with belief.

Ling'er's eyes were full of complicated expressions. Fear and sadness still existed, but there was also a glimmer of hope. She asked: "Shenluo Tianzun is invincible in the world, how can you be his opponent?"

 Chen Xuan smiled slightly, "In this world, there is no absolute invincibility, only constant transcendence. Shinra Tianzun is just a peak. I, Chen Xuan, have been climbing continuously in my life and have never been afraid of any peak."

As he spoke, Chen Xuan helped Ling'er stand up, and comforted him: "You rest here first, I'm going to look for some clues. In this troubled world, at least I will do something."

Looking at Chen Xuan's back, Ling'er's eyes were full of respect and reluctance, but she also knew that the man in front of her was carrying a heavy responsibility that she could not imagine, and she would remember the warrior's back deeply.

Chen Xuan walked out of the village, already thinking about it. The ground near his body was full of blood. Above the sky, the clouds rolled and rolled, as if he was sighing at the impermanence of the world. With this idea in mind, Chen Xuan embarked on a journey to fight against Shinra Tianzun. journey.

When Chen Xuan arrived at the city, it was already dark. The city was different from the bustling and noisy in his memory. Instead, it was gloomy, as if shrouded in an ominous shadow. The city walls were towering, eroded by the wind and rain of the years, and there were traces of potholes everywhere. It seems that those carvings were not formed naturally. The city gate is tightly closed, and the iron nails on the heavy wooden door are rusty. Each iron plate seems to be telling the story of the glory of the past and the decadence of today.

 In the city, the air seemed to be solid, full of chills and uneasiness. Beside the street, dim lanterns swayed with dim light. Under the light, haggard citizens walked quickly with their heads lowered. There was no life in their expressions, only fear and despair.

Chen Xuan walked through the dim alleys. Each of the warriors here looked very different from the people in the Central Territory in his memory. Their bodies were either so thin that they were almost only skin and bones, or they were extremely bloated and had no human shape. , some of their faces are covered with strange lines, some are as cold as masks, with empty eyes, and most of them have cruel and hedonistic smiles on their faces.

The clothes worn by these warriors are equally weird. They are not the traditional clothes of the Middle Kingdom, but the battle clothes made of leather, iron pieces, and bones. They have the wildness of monsters and the aura of the demon gate that does not belong to the human world.

Chen Xuan knew clearly that these were warriors from the Demon Sect. They were contrary to the moral ethics of ordinary people, advocating strength and killing. He once thought that he could sense thousands of things, but everything he saw in front of him still shocked him like never before. He I couldn't help but start to reflect on how easily I fell into the trap set by Shinra Tianzun.

Now, not only has he not gained the power of the guardian crystal, but he has unleashed a hidden nightmare.

The guardian crystals of the four sacred beasts are rumored to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. Unexpectedly, he was deceived and became the key to the door of magic.

Chen Xuan stopped in front of the square in the center of the city. It was an open space that used to be a market, but now it has become a arena for the Demon Sect to show off their martial arts. Several disciples in black robes were seen forcing the warriors in the city. Go into the ring and force them to kill each other for a little food and medicine. The expressions of everyone watching were numb, but also filled with fear, fearing that they would become the next victim on stage.

Anger was boiling in Chen Xuan's heart. He took a deep breath and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart. He understood that blind grief and anger alone could not solve the problem at hand. What was needed was reason and careful planning. He calmly returned to At the city gate, he was thinking about how to break the situation.

 It was late at night, Chen Xuan found a hidden corner and decided to rest.

Chen Xuan walked into the hotel on the edge of the town, looking for news about the Star Dragon Sect. This bamboo pavilion was not obvious in appearance, but it was the most well-informed place in the city.

 Inside, dilapidated tables and chairs are scattered randomly, and customers sit around. It seems that everyone is keeping their secrets secret.

Chen Xuan chose a corner seat and ordered a pot of wine in a low voice to the boss. The wine was strong and tangy, and the burning sensation stimulated his throat, as if it was his ups and downs of mentality at the moment.

 But he was sensible and asked straightforwardly: "Boss, may I ask about the recent rumors about the Star Dragon Sect? Do you know anything about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed that even the flames in the stove had solidified. The expressions of others became anxious, and some even avoided looking.

The boss sighed, his voice so soft that it was almost drowned out by the crackling of the candlelight: "Young hero, there are some things that may not be a good thing to know."

 But Chen Xuan refused to let it go easily: "As a member of the Xinglong Sect, I have the right to know the truth."

 A drunken warrior said vaguely: "Xinglong Sect, I heard that there is a lot of trouble over there."

Before he finished speaking, a stranger's sharp gaze made the drunk man hurriedly silence him, but Chen Xuan had already captured the weak clues of the information.    "Can't be open to each other?" Chen Xuan's questioning gaze forced the boss to speak again.

The boss looked around and then whispered: "Something happened inside the Xinglong Sect, and people were killed. Now it is taboo to even mention it."

Suddenly, a harsh sound interrupted their conversation, and a panting figure rushed in. Chen Xuan immediately recognized the emblem of the Star Dragon Sect on his body.

“It’s not good, the sect has been... destroyed!” The Xinglong Sect disciple almost shouted, with panic and unwillingness written on his face.

The people in the inn were in an uproar for a while, but soon fell silent, as if they were used to this kind of thing.

 Squeezing through the crowd, Chen Xuan held the disciple's arm: "Quickly tell me, what's going on?"

The disciple gasped and stammered: "Yes... there are traitors within. They... they attacked suddenly, brothers..."

 He couldn't speak any more. The blood and tears dripping from the corner of his mouth said it all.

 The atmosphere in the inn was extremely heavy, but it was at this moment that Chen Xuan forged an iron determination in his heart. He had to avenge his sect and his fallen brothers.

With a firm look on his face, he led the Xinglong Sect disciple out of the inn.

In a hidden cave in Huolong Mountain, Chen Xuan sat together with the escaped disciple of Xinglong Sect, practicing with concentration. The disciple introduced himself as Liao Zheng, and he survived the disaster by luck.

 The two of them studied the swordsmanship and learned from each other. Although they were on the run, Chen Xuan knew in his heart that they carried too much hatred and unfinished missions on their shoulders.

One night, as night fell, the mountain wind howled as if it was telling something. Chen Xuan and Liao Zheng were discussing countermeasures on how to detect the traitor and avenge their brothers.

At this time, the faint sound of conversation reached their ears. They listened for a while and confirmed that it was an external sound. Chen Xuan motioned for Liao Zheng to approach him gently, and their heartbeats could not help but accelerate. A few points.

Approaching quietly, they crouched in the shadow of the dense forest. Looking through the sparse leaves under the moonlight, they saw two unidentified people wearing dark red robes. Judging from their clothes, they were disciples of the Shinra Demon Sect. They were looking around with wary expressions.

 One of them whispered: "Do we really want to continue to implement the plan? The Star Dragon Sect has been destroyed."

Another disciple looked around and said in a lower voice: "Of course, although the Star Dragon Sect is destroyed, the remaining power cannot be underestimated. Our task is to ensure that there are no survivors."

"However, the terrain of Huolong Mountain is complicated. We have been searching for several days but found nothing."

"Don't forget, the sect master gave us a secret weapon. This mountain can be searched to the ground in just a few days."

The conversation between the two made Chen Xuan and Liao Zheng's hearts sink to the bottom. They knew full well that the Shenluo Demon Sect would never give up easily, and the destruction of the Star Dragon Sect was just the beginning.

 Chen Xuan frowned, and the anger continued to burn in his heart. Liao Zheng's breathing also became rapid, but he knew that acting rashly would only add to the useless sacrifice of their lives.

They retreated quietly and returned to the cave to discuss countermeasures.

"We can't sit still and wait for death." Chen Xuan whispered: "We need to take action to collect more information, at least to know what the secret weapon of the Shinra Demon Sect is."

 Liao Zheng frowned, but he knew that in the face of a strong enemy, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you survive.

 “Then how should we act?” Liao Zheng asked.

  "Work separately, collect information while improving combat effectiveness." Chen Xuan's voice was firm: "Huolong Mountain is big, we can use the terrain to carry out guerrilla attacks, and at the same time avoid the search of the Shenluo Demon Sect."

“Well, we will start taking action early tomorrow morning.” Liao Zheng responded.

 In the dead of night, Huolong Mountain seems to be waiting for a new storm to come.

In the early morning, when the first ray of morning light passed over the mountains, Huolong Mountain was covered with a thin layer of golden light. It seemed peaceful, but in fact there was an undercurrent. Chen Xuan and Liao Zheng each packed their necessary luggage, including some dry food and water. , decided to split up.

Chen Xuan chose to go west. He wanted to find out what the secret weapon mentioned by the disciples of the Shenluo Demon Sect was. Liao Zheng moved eastward, trying to gather information from the surrounding villages and understand the movements of the Shinra Demon Sect.

The two of them coincidentally took a deep look at each other before setting off. Their eyes were full of reluctance and fear. They knew that this might be the last time they looked at each other. Every inch of the Huolong Mountain told the story of the approaching danger.

Chen Xuan's footsteps were light and steady, and he followed the rules in the dense forest. He kept the topography of Huolong Mountain in mind, and marked the trees from time to time to prevent him from getting lost. They must know this land better than the Shenluo Demon Sect. , in this invisible battle, geographical advantage is their lifeline.

Like a pendulum, time moved forward in tension and silence. Chen Xuan searched for clues along a creek and found a series of strange footprints in a bush. He held his breath and unconsciously held the **** knife in his arms tighter. It was a kind of non-human footprint. Each footprint was deeply imprinted on the ground, carrying a strange aura. He secretly wondered if this was the secret weapon of the Shinra Demon Sect? What monster has such huge and weird footprints?

 (End of this chapter)