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

"what happened?"

Ling Xiao followed his gaze, but saw only a peaceful night sky.

"No. Go!"

Gu Sheng grabbed Ling Xiao's arm with such force that Ling Xiao cried out in pain.

Almost at the moment when the two men turned around and ran, the weather in the sky above Wushan City suddenly changed.

The originally clear night sky was suddenly covered with colorful divine clouds, so gorgeous that it was almost weird.

The clouds spun, forming a huge vortex in which violent spiritual energy gathered.

"what is that?!"

Ling Xiao looked back, so frightened that he almost forgot to run.

Gu Sheng didn't answer, but just pulled him forward desperately.

A deafening roar came from behind, as if the heaven and earth were shaking. The defense formation of Wushan City was like thin paper in front of the spiritual energy storm, and it fell apart in an instant.

"No——" Ling Xiao's exclamation was drowned out by the loud noise.

A pale, skinny hand stretched out from the vortex, with five fingers spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

The lines on the palm were clearly visible, and each one looked like it was drawn with blood.

It pressed down slowly, distorting the space wherever it passed, making a teeth-grinding tearing sound.

Gu Sheng stopped abruptly and turned to face the big hand.

The horrific scene was reflected in his eyes, but his face was unusually calm.

"Can't you see?"

he asked suddenly.

Ling Xiao shook his head blankly.

"I only saw the five-colored divine light. Gu Sheng, what did you see?"

Gu Sheng did not answer. In his vision, the big hand had already pressed on Wushan City.

The city walls crumbled like tofu, and houses collapsed in pieces. Countless people fled in despair, but there was nowhere to hide.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the entire city red.

The screams came one after another, but stopped in an instant.

With just a light press of that hand, tens of thousands of lives were wiped out.

"Heavenly Way. Curse"

Gu Sheng muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

Ling Xiao grabbed Gu Sheng tightly.

"Gu Sheng! Speak! What happened?"

Gu Sheng pointed in the direction of the city.

"The hand is a big hand. It destroyed the whole city"

Ling Xiao looked in the direction he was looking, but he only saw the colorful light gradually dissipating, and Wushan City no longer existed.

The once prosperous city is now just a ruin, with no sign of life.

"This is impossible"

Ling Xiao's legs went weak and he fell to his knees.

Gu Sheng still stared at the sky. The big hand slowly withdrew, and seemed to pause for a moment before disappearing into the vortex.

Gu Sheng had an illusion that the hand was looking at him.

The vortex closed and the night sky returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Only the city reduced to ruins proved that the horror just now was not an illusion.

"We. We need to get out of here."

Gu Sheng finally found his voice and reached out to pull Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao seemed to be nailed to the ground, his eyes were lifeless.

“Tens of thousands of people died.”

"This is the curse of heaven."

Gu Sheng's voice was as cold as ice.

"The Purple Cloud Holy Land broke its oath and let innocent people bear the consequences."

There was a sound of breaking air in the distance, and several streams of light were approaching rapidly.

Gu Sheng's face changed.

"People from Zixia Holy Land are here! Go!"

Ling Xiao then woke up as if from a dream and staggered to his feet.

The two men quickly hid in the woods beside the road and quickly moved away under the cover of night.

Behind the scenes, the strong men from the Zixia Holy Land were still wandering over the ruins, trying to find the source of the disaster, but their efforts were doomed to fail.

After walking for several miles and making sure it was safe, the two slowed down their pace.

Ling Xiao's face was still pale, and he looked back from time to time.

"stop looking."

Gu Sheng said calmly.

"Wushan City no longer exists."

"What kind of power is that?"

Ling Xiao's voice trembled.

"Destroy a city in an instant"

Above the Zixia Holy Land, three figures stood in the air, their robes rustling in the strong wind.

Changfeng stood at the front, his brocade robe embroidered with red and gold patterns shone with a luxurious luster in the sun, and the black jade pendant on his waist swayed gently with his movements.

In his hand, he held the long sword engraved with ancient runes. The blade was faintly glowing with a dark red light, as if responding to the owner's restless mood at the moment.

"Brother, this is the third time this month."

Junior fellow apprentice Yun He, who was standing on the left, spoke in a tense voice, the folding fan in his hand opening and closing unconsciously.

"Although Wushan City is not a big city, it has a permanent population of three million."

Changfeng did not answer immediately. His deep gaze penetrated the clouds and looked towards the city in the distance that should have been prosperous.

Even though they were dozens of miles apart, the strong smell of blood still wafted over with the wind, stimulating their sense of smell.

What was even more disturbing was that there was a familiar oppressive atmosphere in the air - it was exactly the same as the natural disaster that occurred in the Qinglan Sect's jurisdiction half a month ago, but this time the scope and power were magnified several times.

"Go down and have a look."

Changfeng said in a deep voice, and his figure turned into a golden light and swooped down.

When they landed on the ruins of Wushan City, even the three monks who were used to seeing life and death couldn't help but gasp.

The entire city seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand. All the buildings were reduced to dust. The streets were filled with knee-deep blood, which glowed a strange dark red in the sunlight.

There was not a single complete corpse, only scattered limbs and arms floating in a pool of blood, silently telling the cruelty of the disaster.

"This is absolutely beyond human control."

The voice of fellow apprentice Minghe on the right trembled, and the silver threads of the whisk in his hand moved without wind.

"There was no sign of any spells, no signs of fighting, just like..."

“It’s like a punishment from heaven.”

Changfeng took over his words, squatted down and dipped his finger in some blood.

The blood at his fingertips boiled strangely and dissipated into a wisp of black smoke.

He frowned.

"It's the same as the Qinglan Sect's incident, but the concentration is more than ten times higher."

Yunhe suddenly pointed to the sky.

"Look!"

The three of them looked up and saw that the originally clear sky was now covered with dark red clouds. Lightning flashed faintly in the clouds, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Changfeng felt that the circulation of spiritual energy in his body suddenly became sluggish, as if suppressed by some invisible force.

"Come on!"

Changfeng shouted loudly, and the three of them quickly flew into the air.

The moment they left the ground, a blood-red lightning struck the place where they had just stood, evaporating the pool of blood completely.

After returning to a safe height, the three looked back at Wushan City in shock.

At this moment, a huge blood-red vortex has formed above the ruins of the entire city, and red lightning is constantly falling from the center of the vortex. With every lightning that falls, the bloody smell in the ruins becomes thicker.

"We must report this to the Holy Lord immediately!"

Changfeng took out a purple jade talisman from his arms, bit his finger and dripped blood on it.

The talisman emitted a dazzling purple light and turned into a bird of light that flapped its wings and flew towards the core of the Zixia Holy Land.

At the same time, in the "Guan Tian Pavilion" at the highest point of Zixia Holy Land, a white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes.

The crystal ball in front of him was reflecting the tragic situation of Wushan City, and a blood-red vortex was slowly rotating inside the crystal ball.

"Holy Lord!"

A disciple ran in in a panic. "Brother Changfeng sent an urgent report, Wushan City..."

"I see."

Saint Zixia raised his hand to stop his disciple from speaking, his voice low and hoarse.

"Pass the order and summon all the elders to Tianshu Hall to discuss matters immediately. In addition."

He paused, with determination in his eyes.

"Issue a Heavenly Order to the other six holy places."

The disciple's face changed drastically when he heard this.

"The Heavenly Order? That will only be issued when the Holy Land is at risk of extinction."

"Go!"

Saint Zixia shouted loudly, and the disciples retreated in a hurry.

When Saint Lord Zixia stepped into Tianshu Hall, all thirty-six elders were already present.

The atmosphere in the hall was so solemn that it almost froze. Everyone was silent, and only the candlelight was flickering restlessly.

"Everyone."

Saint Zixia walked to the main seat but did not sit down.

"I'm sure everyone knows what happened in Wushan City. This is not an isolated incident, but a sign of the imbalance of heaven."

A red-faced elder slammed the table and stood up.

"Saint Lord, you are wrong! The events in Wushan City are indeed strange, but how can we easily say that the way of heaven is out of balance? Our Zixia Holy Land has been established for three thousand years. What storms have we not seen?"

"Elder Zhao, please be patient."

Another female elder slowly stood up.

"Since the Holy Lord said so, there must be a basis for it. I wonder if the Holy Lord still remembers the incident that happened in Tianlan Holy Land a hundred years ago?"

There was an uproar in the hall. The three words "Tianlan Holy Land" seemed to have touched some kind of taboo, and the faces of several elderly elders became extremely ugly.

Saint Zixia nodded slightly.

"Elder Qingyin has hit the nail on the head. A hundred years ago, the Tianlan Holy Land also suffered a similar natural disaster, with countless casualties. But later..."

He looked around at the crowd.

"Gu Sheng suddenly appeared, and the natural disasters in Tianlan Holy Land came to an end."

"The Holy Lord is hinting."

Elder Qingyin's voice trembled.

"Are these natural disasters related to the Heavenly Dao Marriage Certificate? Are they related to the legendary Heavenly Dao Curse?"

Before Saint Zixia could answer, there was a sudden commotion outside the palace.

A disciple stumbled in, his face pale.

"Report - the six holy places replied, they also experienced similar natural disasters!"

This news hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer. Saint Zixia closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was determined.

"Pass on my order to hold a meeting of the seven holy places in Starfall Valley in three days to discuss countermeasures. In addition."

His voice deepened.

"Intensify the search for Gu Sheng. Remember, capture him alive."

Just as the Zixia Holy Land fell into chaos, two figures were leisurely flying in the wind above Qinghai Lake, thousands of miles away from the core of the holy land.

"Brother Gu, are you sure this road is safe?"

Ling Xiao stepped on a green flying sword and looked around uneasily.

"This is already the heart of the Purple Cloud Holy Land."

Gu Sheng chuckled and waved the folding fan in his hand.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. Zixia Holy Land is busy taking care of itself right now, so how can it have the energy to take care of us?"

He pointed to the blood-red clouds vaguely visible in the distant sky.

"Look, another natural disaster."

Ling Xiao looked in that direction and his expression changed slightly.

"This time it's more serious than last time. Brother Gu, are we really going to enter the Land of the Immortals? It's a forbidden place that even the Holy Lord doesn't dare to set foot in easily."

"Precisely because of the danger, there lies the solution to the Heavenly Curse."

Gu Sheng put away his folding fan and his expression became serious.

"The six holy places have so far refused to acknowledge the authenticity of the Heavenly Dao Marriage Certificate. If this continues, the entire Xinghong Spiritual Realm will be destroyed by the backlash of Heavenly Dao."

The two flew in silence for a distance, and the magnificent scenery of Qinghai Lake spread out beneath their feet.

The lake water is a rare deep blue color, and there is a huge whirlpool in the center of the lake, which is the entrance to the fairyland.

"The issue is."

Ling Xiao sighed.

"You need to sacrifice rare treasures as a ticket to enter the Fairyland. I don't have anything valuable with me."

Gu Sheng touched his chin.

"I do have some in stock, but they are all iconic treasures of the Tianlan Holy Land. Once used, my identity will be exposed."

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly at the same time.

Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I have an idea."

He leaned over to Gu Sheng's ear and whispered something.

After listening to this, Gu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

"You want me to rob the treasure house of Zixia Holy Land?"

"if not?"

Ling Xiao spread his hands.

"Anyway, they are busy dealing with natural disasters now, so the guards of the treasury must be lax. Besides..."

He gave a sly smile.

"Aren't they looking for you? This is called reciprocity."

The sky above Qinghai was shrouded in clouds and mist, and two figures streaked across the sky like meteors.

"Gu Sheng, we have been searching for three days. If we continue like this, we will miss the opening of the Fairyland!"

Ling Xiao was dressed in black, with an impatient gleam in his eyes, and his fingers kept tapping on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Gu Sheng frowned, and his green robe fluttered in the wind.

"I know time is tight, but it's hard to rob someone else's treasure."

"Humph!"

Ling Xiao sneered and interrupted him.

"The world of cultivation is all about the survival of the fittest. How do you think those famous and upright sects got started? They climbed up by stepping on the corpses of others!"

Gu Sheng remained silent, his eyes cast towards the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

He understood this truth very well, but the concept of "cultivating the mind first before cultivating the truth" taught by his master since childhood was like a thorn in his heart.

"Without the right treasure as a price, we can't even enter the door of the fairyland."

Ling Xiao's voice became low and contained a hint of bewitching.

"Thinking about the opportunities inside, maybe we can break through the Tiangong stage in one fell swoop."

Gu Sheng finally nodded slowly.

".Okay, but only those who have done the most evil will be targeted."

A triumphant smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips.

"That's right! Let's go, there seems to be someone coming up ahead."

The two concealed their presence and hid behind a cloud.

Not long after, a young man and woman came riding on swords. The man was in his early twenties with a strong face, while the woman was petite and delicate, with a hint of childishness between her eyebrows.

"Brother, can we really enter the Zixia Holy Land?"

The girl's voice was clear and a little apprehensive.

The man patted her head gently.

"Don't worry, the chief has given us the Blue Luan Feather that has been passed down in the tribe for thousands of years. We will definitely pass the test. The hope of the entire tribe rests on us, and we must not let them down."

Gu Sheng's fingers trembled slightly when he heard this. This pair of siblings carried the hope of the entire tribe. If they robbed their treasures...
"It's just them!"

There was a gleam in Ling Xiao's eyes.

"That Qingluan Feather is a good thing, just right for us."

"and many more!"

Gu Sheng grabbed Ling Xiao who was about to attack.

"Didn't you hear? They are the tribe's only hope!"

Ling Xiao impatiently shook off his hand. (End of this chapter)