Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

"You are just a casual cultivator, and you dare to plot against my Qinglan Sect disciples? You are courting death!"

Facing this fierce attack, Gu Sheng just smiled faintly.

"Middle stage of the Underground Palace Realm? His cultivation is one level higher than Pan Zhuang's, but his aura is far inferior."

Tang Zhiyuan was furious when he heard this.

"Insanity!"

He changed his claws into palms, and a long sword with a cold glow was already in his hand. The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Nine Swords First Style - Breaking the Mountain!"

The sword energy was like a rainbow, slashing towards Gu Sheng with the power to split mountains and break peaks.

Tang Zhiyuan used 100% of his strength in this sword, vowing to cut this ignorant cultivator in half with one sword!
Facing this terrifying sword, Gu Sheng just shook his head and slowly raised his right hand.

"too slow."

"clang!"

The sound of metal colliding echoed in the cave.

Ke Yucheng widened his eyes, looking at the scene in disbelief - Gu Sheng actually used his bare hands to directly grab the long sword that Tang Zhiyuan had chopped down!

"This is impossible!"

Tang Zhiyuan cried out in shock. He tried his best to mobilize his spiritual power, but found that the sword did not move at all.

Gu Sheng sneered.

"The sword is great, but the man who uses it is a terrible person."

As he finished speaking, the sword let out a painful whine and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the sword.

Tang Zhiyuan felt a terrifying force coming from the sword and rushing straight into his body along the meridians.

"puff--"

Tang Zhiyuan spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His body flew backwards, hit the rock wall heavily, and then slid to the ground.

"what happened?"

Tang Zhiyuan looked at his left arm in horror, and then let out a shrill scream.

Blood gushed out from the broken arm, splattering on the damp ground of the cave, making a "hissing" sound.

"Oh—my hand! My hand!"

Tang Zhiyuan's screams echoed in the cave, and the expression on his face changed from shock to horror, and finally to hysterical madness.

He staggered back, his right hand trembling as he reached for the Green Dragon token at his waist.

"I will. I will call the elders to come and kill you."

A cold light flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes, and the long sword in his hand was as fast as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, so fast that even the afterimage could not be seen clearly.

"Noisy."

The sword flashed, and a red line as thin as a hair appeared at Tang Zhiyuan's throat.

His voice stopped, and his wide eyes were still frozen with disbelief.

The next second, the head slipped from the neck, and the headless body fell to the ground with a thud, and blood quickly gathered into a pool under the body.

Ke Yucheng stood there in a daze, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He rolled his eyes mechanically, watching his brother's head roll to his feet, his face still maintaining the hideous expression before death.

"Cousin?"

Ke Yucheng's voice was as thin as a mosquito and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Gu Sheng who was standing with a sword in his hand, his throat tightening.

"Who the hell are you?"

Gu Sheng shook off the blood drops on the sword, his expression as indifferent as before.

"Why ask too many questions to a dying person?"

Ke Yucheng suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Wait. This kind of swordsmanship and this kind of strength..."

He stumbled back two steps, his voice distorted with fear.

"You are Gu Sheng! The one wanted by the seven sacred places."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Sheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the temperature around him seemed to drop ten degrees.

Ke Yucheng only felt a piercing chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the shadow of death enveloped his entire body.

"You know too much."

The sword flashed again, and Ke Yucheng's expression was forever frozen in a moment of extreme horror.

His body slowly fell down and lay side by side with Tang Zhiyuan's body, two pairs of lifeless eyes staring straight at the ceiling of the cave.

Ling Xiao walked out from the shadows, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said softly.

"Brother, have you dealt with it?"

Gu Sheng nodded and sheathed his sword.

"Old rules."

Ling Xiao understood.

The lavender spiritual energy was like a thread, wrapping around every corpse.

The corpses shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pile of gray-white powder.

"receive."

Ling Xiao shouted softly, and an ancient void ring appeared in his palm.

He threw the ring into the air, and the ashes were sucked into it as if being drawn.

"Ke Yucheng's collection is quite good."

Ling Xiao explored the inside of the ring and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"It seems that Qinglan Sect is very generous to its core disciples."

Gu Sheng did not answer. He walked to the depths of the cave and collected the remains of Pan Zhuang and others one by one.

Finally, he picked up the Qinglong card that Tang Zhiyuan dropped and weighed it in his hand.

"Let's go, it's almost dawn."

Ling Xiao nodded, formed seals with his hands, and a ball of dark blue flame condensed in his palms.

He blew gently, and the flames spread out like living things, landing all over the cave.

The blood-stained rocks and traces of fighting were all silently turned to ashes in the flames.

The two walked out of the cave one after the other, with a blazing blue sea of ​​fire behind them. The night wind blew by, bringing with it the unique chilly atmosphere of the distant Xuanming Divine Mountain.

"The force of suppression is beginning to weaken."

Gu Sheng looked up at the gradually brightening sky.

"We have to hurry."

The two men were as fast as lightning, speeding along the rugged mountain road.

Ling Xiao turned back from time to time to cast a spell to erase the breath and footprints they left behind. When passing through a narrow canyon, Gu Sheng suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Ling Xiao looked around vigilantly.

Gu Sheng took out the Qinglong card from his arms and frowned slightly.

"There's a tracking mark on this."

A ball of black gas surged out from his palm, wrapping the Azure Dragon Token inside.

After a while, the black gas dissipated, and a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the Qinglong brand.

"It's temporarily blocked, but it won't last long."

Gu Sheng handed the Qinglong card to Ling Xiao.

"You handle it."

Ling Xiao took the Qinglong card, his fingertips glowed with silver light, and he carved several miniature runes on the card.

"Well, at least it can hide from detection below the underground palace level."

When the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, the two had returned to their temporary cave on the cliff.

The entrance of the cave is covered by an illusion array, and from the outside it looks like just an ordinary rock wall.

"call--"

Ling Xiao let out a long sigh and slumped down on the stone bed.

"This night is really long."

Gu Sheng set up several warning formations at the entrance of the cave before turning around and walking into the cave.

"Don't go out for the next few days. Wait until the storm is over."

"When do you plan to leave Qinghe Holy Land?"

Ling Xiao took out a few pills and swallowed them, and his pale complexion improved slightly.

Gu Sheng pondered for a moment.

"Wait another half a month. We were lucky this time, and the ones we encountered were all inferior ones."

There was a solemn look in his eyes.

"If you meet a real master"

"I see."

Ling Xiao nodded.

"But this time the harvest is not small, especially the Holy Infant Grass." She looked at Gu Sheng.

"Are you going to use it now?"

Gu Sheng took out a jade box from the void ring. After opening it, a crystal-clear spiritual herb shaped like a baby was lying quietly inside.

A faint silver light was flowing on the surface of the spiritual herb, and the faint sound of a baby crying could be faintly heard.

"The second level of the Nine Dragons Heaven and Earth Art requires the power of extreme yin, and the Holy Infant Grass is just right for it."

There was anticipation in Gu Sheng's eyes.

"You help me protect the law."

Ling Xiao nodded seriously.

"rest assured."

Gu Sheng found a flat place to sit cross-legged and placed the jade box in front of him.

He formed a complicated seal with his hands in front of his chest.

As the technique was put into practice, the temperature in the cave began to drop rapidly.

Ling Xiao shuddered and quickly circulated his spiritual power to resist the cold.

He was surprised to see that the breath exhaled by Gu Sheng condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air, and the surface of the rock where he was sitting was already covered with a thin layer of frost.

“What a terrible yin energy”

Ling Xiao was secretly shocked and had to retreat to the deepest part of the cave. At the same time, he set up several isolation formations to prevent the cold air from leaking out and attracting attention.

Gu Sheng has been completely immersed in the state of cultivation.

The spiritual energy in his body circulated according to the route of the Nine Dragons Qiankun Jue, and with each cycle, the yin energy became more concentrated.

Thin icicles began to condense on the cave ceiling, and frost flowers gradually spread on the ground.

"It's now."

Gu Sheng opened his eyes, picked up the Holy Infant Grass, and bit off a leaf without hesitation.

The leaves melted in the mouth, turning into an extremely cold liquid that slid down the throat.

In an instant, Gu Sheng felt as if he had swallowed an entire iceberg and was frozen from the inside out.

Strange blue-grey lines appeared on the surface of his skin, and blood vessels were clearly visible under the skin, appearing dark blue.

"Uh--"

Gu Sheng groaned, veins popping out on his forehead.

The energy of the Holy Infant Grass rampaged through his body like millions of ice needles passing through his meridians.

This kind of pain was enough to make an ordinary person faint instantly, but Gu Sheng simply gritted his teeth and continued to practice his skills.

Ling Xiao watched from afar, his eyes full of worry.

He knew how dangerous it was to practice the Nine Dragons Qiankun Jue. If one was not careful, his meridians would be severed and he would become a disabled person.

This is the process that Gu Sheng must go through.

As time passed, the cold air in the cave had become so thick that it was visible to the naked eye, lingering around Gu Sheng like a thin mist.

His eyebrows and hair ends were covered with ice crystals, and he looked like an ice sculpture.

Suddenly, Gu Sheng's body began to tremble violently, and light blue blood oozed out of his seven orifices.

The blood immediately solidified into ice beads after flowing out, making a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.

"Gu Sheng!"

Ling Xiao couldn't help but exclaimed and subconsciously took a step forward.

"do not come!"

Gu Sheng shouted with difficulty, his voice too hoarse to be human.

"This is. You have to bear the yin energy to temper your body yourself."

After saying that, he bit off another leaf of the Holy Infant Grass.

This time, the pain was even worse than before. Gu Sheng curled up and dug his nails deeply into the rock, leaving ten shocking blood marks.

Ling Xiao was horrified by what he saw, but he was powerless and could only pray silently in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the cold air in the cave suddenly stagnated and then rushed into Gu Sheng's body.

The blue-gray lines gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely.

Gu Sheng's breathing also became stable and his complexion returned to normal.

When the last wisp of cold air was absorbed, Gu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils turned a deep ice-blue, and wherever his gaze went, the moisture in the air instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals.

In the cave at the foot of the mountain, Gu Sheng slowly opened his eyes, with helplessness in his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, feeling the sluggish circulation of spiritual energy in his body, his brows furrowed.

"Failed again."

He whispered to himself, his fingertips sliding across the ground, leaving a shallow mark.

There were footsteps outside the cave, and Ling Xiao came in with a bundle of firewood. He was stunned to see that Gu Sheng had stopped practicing.

"Why is it over so soon?"

Gu Sheng smiled bitterly and patted the stone platform beside him, motioning Ling Xiao to sit down.

"The spiritual energy at the foot of Xuanming Mountain is too thin to support the operation of the Nine Dragons Universe Art. I tried to break through the second level three times, but failed every time at the critical moment."

Ling Xiao frowned when he heard this.

"Is it that serious? I thought the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain was already dense enough."

"It may be enough for ordinary skills, but for each level of the Nine Dragons Heaven and Earth Art, the spiritual energy required increases exponentially."

Gu Sheng stood up and stretched his stiff muscles.

"Now is the critical moment. If we stop here, all our previous efforts will be in vain."

Ling Xiao thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"How about we move up the mountain? The spiritual energy halfway up the mountain must be much richer than here!"

Gu Sheng hesitated when he heard this.

"But the mountainside is mostly where the core disciples of Qinghe Holy Land are active. If we go there rashly, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of!"

Ling Xiao waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Xuanming Divine Mountain is not theirs. Besides, we are just looking for a place to practice and we don't want to provoke them."

Gu Sheng pondered for a long time and finally nodded.

"Well, this is the only way. I wanted to keep a low profile, but my training cannot be delayed."

The two of them simply packed up the items in the cave.

"Let's go."

Leaving the foot of the mountain, the road gradually becomes steeper.

The Xuanming Divine Mountain was shrouded in a layer of mist during the day, and the peaks in the distance were looming, like a fairyland.

There are towering ancient trees along the way, and occasionally magical birds fly by, making clear chirping sounds.

"Sure enough, the spiritual energy becomes more dense as you go higher."

Gu Sheng felt that the speed of the internal energy running on its own was significantly faster, and there was joy in his eyes.

Ling Xiao suddenly pulled his sleeve and spoke in a low voice.

"Be careful, there's someone ahead."

Gu Sheng followed his gaze and saw several monks in green robes walking towards them not far away. The word "Qinghe" was embroidered on their chests. They were obviously the core disciples of the holy land.

"Keep your head down and don't make eye contact with them."

Gu Sheng reminded softly and pulled Ling Xiao to the side of the road.

Contrary to expectations, those disciples still noticed them and their gazes stayed on them for a moment, with scrutiny and contempt in their eyes.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen an outsider before?"

Ling Xiao became a little impatient being stared at and muttered softly.

"Shh!"

Gu Sheng quickly stopped him.

"Don't cause trouble."

Fortunately, those disciples did not stop and quickly passed them by.

But Gu Sheng could feel that there were still a few eyes watching them from behind.

"It seems we really stand out here."

Gu Sheng smiled bitterly.

"I have to be more careful next time."

Ling Xiao curled his lips.

"What are you afraid of? We haven't done anything wrong."

As he was speaking, there was a sudden commotion ahead.

I saw twenty or thirty people gathered at the bend of the mountain road. They were all disciples of the Qinghe Holy Land, and they seemed to be waiting for something.

"what happened?"

Ling Xiao became curious and stretched his neck to look.

"Go over and take a look?"

Gu Sheng frowned. (End of this chapter)