Lord of the night.

Chapter 1423 The White Bone Spear, Shattering Dreams of the Mortal World! [Two Chapters Combined!]

Fang Che took the ring on purpose.

He has always deliberately maintained this image in the Sovereign Church. At first, it was because he had suffered since childhood and was afraid of poverty. Later, it became because he said, "Our Night Demon Cult is poor." And it has continued in this way ever since.

This has almost become his trademark.

If things change now, and someone brings it up later, they'll inevitably be labeled as 'fickle, unstable, and easily swayed'.

This is no small matter in terms of the impression it leaves on higher-ups.

His unchanging nature, ironically, made him a laughingstock among the higher-ups—a point that proved extremely useful.

Another thing is... after making a great contribution, it's best to expose some minor flaws so that the higher-ups can laugh and scold you a bit - this is something that those who know, know.

A sense of intimacy, a feeling of being a junior, a feeling of being one of the family, and the leader's wisdom, prowess, and high status.

If you perform meritorious service and are expected to receive a reward as a matter of course, even if the reward arrives, it will be for official business and have nothing to do with personal feelings or emotional fluctuations. You'll never become a close confidant or trusted associate of the leader!

Fang Che has studied this point for a long time.

Sure enough, someone spoke up for him.

Bi Changhong laughed and said, "Third Brother, you have no idea, Night Demon is always greedy and ruthless; his greed is well-known in our headquarters."

Fang Che and Bi Yunyan couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard the phrase "plucking feathers from a passing goose".

Bai Jing said from the side, "Sigh...you're good at everything, except for being greedy. You must have been so poor when you were a kid."

Fang Che coughed and lowered his head to admit his guilt.

He held the ring in one hand and presented it forward.

Feng Du reached out to grab it, but without using any force, he couldn't pull it out.

Fang Che gripped it tightly.

This made Feng Du's eyes widen immediately: "You...you bastard...aren't you going to let go?"

Fang Che quickly let go.

"Hahahaha... Night Demon, well done! Even the First Deputy Grand Master couldn't take what was in your hands."

Bai Jing and Bi Changhong burst out laughing.

Feng Du couldn't help but laugh, his expression quite interesting: "Night Demon, you really are a talent!"

"Look at you, so easily impressed... You can't even afford a ring!"

Feng Du reprimanded him, threw the ring away, and then grabbed Fang Che and flew back.

"Wait a minute!"

Xue Wu stood up, her brows furrowed: "What kind of technique was that just now?"

"Blood Smoke Hand."

"fart!"

Xue Wu was furious. The Northern God of Wealth Cult dared not ask, so why shouldn't I, an old man, ask?

"How could the Blood Smoke Hand be so powerful?"

"none of your business!"

Feng Du retorted forcefully, "Do I need to explain my family's secret techniques to you during a martial arts competition? Or do you want me to give you the manual?"

"Now, hurry up! Draw lots, fifth round!"

Feng Du urged the matter to proceed quickly, saying, "How much time have already been wasted!"

Everyone looked grim.

Originally, there were sixteen people participating in the competition, but now two are dead, both killed by Night Demon.

Only fourteen people remain.

It's easy to imagine that the battles will become increasingly rapid. Night Demon killed two people, pushing the pace of time even faster. He single-handedly accelerated the progress.

Bi Changhong's face lit up with a smile, and he patted Fang Che's shoulder with a wide grin: "Night Demon, well done! Keep it up, there's only one left."

"Yes."

Fang Che said with a hint of regret, "It's a pity we couldn't take the opportunity to kill the others..."

"We absolutely must not kill the others for now. How can we enter the Dragon Mystic Realm if we kill them?"

Feng Du glared at him fiercely: "There are plenty of opportunities to kill! You'd better pray you draw the remaining one from the Divine Weasel Cult. It would be too beneath us to make a move against a mere junior..."

I'm getting a little numb to the idea of ​​blocking independence.

Do you know how much Xue Wu wants to kill you right now? You especially can't kill their people at this critical juncture.

I may be able to lift the heavens, but I can't stop Xue Wu from swatting mosquitoes. Even if I were to be your personal bodyguard, with your ant-like cultivation level, Xue Wu could kill you however she pleases. I couldn't protect you!
"Hurry up and draw lots!"

Feng Du kicked Fang Che in the butt.

"Yes."

Fang Che quickly set off, taking Feng Xue and Bi Yunyan with him to draw lots.

“This little brat is really…” Feng Du looked at the three people’s backs and exclaimed in amazement: “How did you find Yan Wu? He’s a real talent… he’s a real treasure.”

Especially since he's so good at chess. (This sentence wasn't said aloud.)

"This matter is complicated. I'll explain it to you in detail once they enter the Dragon Mystic Realm and have some time."

Bi Changhong said, "In short, it was all a series of unexpected events."

Bi Changhong sighed deeply.

"not bad."

There was appreciation on Bai Jing's cold and stern face.

Feng Du looked at Bai Jing and said, "You've given all your best skills to Night Demon? Judging from the looks of it, you're doing quite well?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Jing's cold face immediately lit up with a bright smile: "It's alright... The only shortcoming is that he hasn't reached the Saint King level yet... This kid still isn't working hard enough, he needs more polishing."

Feng Du said with a dark face, "Take off that smile. You've been so cold for so many years, it's a little strange to see you smile so fiercely all of a sudden."

Bi Changhong pouted, a hint of jealousy in his voice, and said, "Third Brother, you don't know, ever since Eighth Brother got this successor, he's treated him like a treasure. He's even started getting involved in teaching affairs. Tsk tsk, he's really enthusiastic..."

Feng Du said with a dark face, "Are you accusing me of not participating in teaching affairs?"

"...Third Brother!"

Bi Changhong hadn't expected that a single sentence would touch a nerve with Feng Du, and he was speechless, saying, "That's not what I meant."

Seeing Night Demon's growing power and influence among the younger generation today only fueled Feng Du's discontent.

Why did Bi Yunyan manage to catch up?

What's wrong with Feng Xue?
With a dark face, he scolded Bi Changhong, "Look at your family! All you do is embezzle and take what you don't deserve, and produce such disgraceful scum! How dare you laugh here! You've completely disgraced our righteous sect!"

Bi Changhong was speechless: "..."

I really didn't expect that I had offended you in any way.
Meanwhile, the guardians, including the Golden Dragon Palace, the Divine Weasel Cult, and the Spirit Serpent Cult, were all instructing their disciples: "When encountering a Night Demon, survival is the priority!"

In particular, the Northern God of Wealth leader of the Divine Weasel Cult repeatedly urged Dong Yuanping: "Survive! Survive is the priority!! You're the only one who matters! Now we're the target! Stall for time, stall until the Grand Master arrives!"

Dong Yuanping nodded earnestly.

He was also filled with apprehension.

Night Demon's stance was extremely clear: he didn't kill anyone else, only the members of the Divine Weasel Cult!

In other words... he was determined to wipe out all the members of the Divine Weasel Sect who participated in the competition today.

And now I am the only one left!
His current situation is extremely dangerous. Because Xue Yizun, Zhao Ying'er, and the others all want to kill him…

After all, killing himself would allow the Five Elements to take shape!

Dong Yuanping realized that he had now become the only troublemaker in the room.

A thorn in everyone's side.

This realization brought Dong Yuanping extreme bitterness: it was clearly the Night Demon who was constantly killing people, but everyone's target was me!
Where can you reason with this?

Fang Che drew Hai Weilan's name.

Feng Du sent a special telepathic message: "Don't kill him."

"Yes."

The fifth round went smoothly without any major incidents.

In the sixth round, Fang Che drew She Menglong. Feng Du, as usual, transmitted his voice: "Don't kill him!"

"Yes."

Then came the seventh round.

Fang Che, who had been eagerly waiting, finally drew Dong Yuanping's number: both of them drew number three.

Fang Che held the number three lottery ticket and looked up.

They met each other's eyes from a distance of a hundred feet.

Dong Yuanping's heart skipped a beat. He noticed a malicious smile flashing in the Night Demon's eyes.

It was filled with ferocity.

"Should we concede defeat as soon as we step onto the stage?"

Both the leader of the Northern God of Wealth Cult and Dong Yuanping were considering this point.

However... as the younger generation leader of the Divine Weasel Cult, Dong Yuanping cannot simply admit defeat without a fight...

This is too embarrassing.

"Hold on for a few moves, and before Night Demon changes his tactics, you'll be at a disadvantage, and I'll concede defeat for you."

The Northern God of Wealth transmitted the message.

"Yes."

Dong Yuanping was certain.

Although Night Demon is strong, it is wishful thinking for him to kill him instantly.

Thinking it over in his mind, he let out a soft sigh of relief.

On the guardian's side, Xue Wu was instructing Xue Yizun and the others: "If Night Demon fails to kill Dong Yuanping in this round, whichever of you three faces him in the final round must kill him at all costs!"

Ling Snake Sect member She Lingxiao instructed She Menglong and She Wushen: "If it's Night Demon... which one of you faces Dong Yuanping, kill him!"

Meanwhile, the True Self Cult...

Feng Du, Bi Changhong, and Bai Jing all wore solemn expressions.

Dong Yuanping was incredibly lucky, failing to match up with him in so many rounds. He even played against the same opponent twice. It wasn't until the seventh round that he finally faced Night Demon.

Night Demon has already killed two members of the Divine Itachi Cult.

The other party must have been on guard.

"Killing Dong Yuanping won't be easy. After all, he's a leader, and he's bound to be stronger than Dong Yuanzheng. Even killing Dong Yuanzheng would require a lot of planning..."

Bi Changhong frowned and sighed, "It's alright if I can't kill you, I won't punish you."

Bai Jing frowned and said, "It's best to kill them. Otherwise, the eighth round will be the last round. Although the Divine Weasel Sect has already lost two people, their score is not low."

Feng Du hesitated for a moment: "Are you confident?"

Fang Che frowned and asked, "Is killing him absolutely necessary?"

Feng Du said decisively, "If we can kill them, then we must kill them!"

Fang Che said, "Then let me think about giving it a try. After all, there's no point in hiding it anymore..."

"Then give it a try."

Feng Du patted him on the shoulder.

Watching the fierce battle unfold, Night Demon calmly gathered his energy to recover, while Feng Du remained silent, pondering: What did Night Demon mean by saying that hiding things was meaningless?

Finally, the first few matches are over.

Night Demon's burly body strode towards the arena.

In a flash, a figure was already standing on the arena. Everyone noticed one thing: this time, before the opponent even arrived, Night Demon's sword was already drawn and in his hand.

They're clearly going all out.

"Fighting to the death is useless. The Divine Weasel Cult will not give Night Demon another chance!"

Xue Wu shook her head. Looking at Xue Yizun, she said, "It seems I can only hope you draw Dong Yuanping in the next round."

Xue Yizun smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ancestor, Night Demon will definitely kill Dong Yuanping!"

"Ok?"

Xue Wu was taken aback.

"Night Demon still has tricks up his sleeve."

Xue Yizun sighed and transmitted his voice to Xue Wu.

A fierce killing intent flashed in Xue Wu's eyes: "Even at this point, you still have a trump card!?"

Xue Yizun smiled wryly and nodded.

Xuewu and Granny Huang stared at each other in astonishment.

How deep is this little devil hiding?

Over there, Dong Yuanping stood up.

His face was calm as he took a deep breath.

She gently straightened her clothes.

Looking back at the leader of the Northern God of Wealth, the Northern God of Wealth slowly nodded. The two Holy Lords of the Divine Weasel Sect beside him nodded simultaneously: "Rest assured!"

Dong Yuanping smiled and said, "If I live, I will go back and gather the strength of the entire sect to kill Night Demon and avenge my brothers! If I die, remember this: Night Demon must not live!"

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth Cult said, "Yuanping, don't worry, you won't die this time! The Divine Weasel Cult is still waiting for you to enter the Dragon Mystic Realm and seize its treasures!"

Dong Yuanping nodded and smiled.

Although the plan was extremely comprehensive, he only needed to withstand a few moves from Night Demon to surrender and safely exit the stage.

But Dong Yuanping always felt unsafe and unstable.

I don't know why, but suddenly, I felt a deep longing for this world.

He looked back.

The setting sun was already on the horizon.

The sunlight was warm, and Dong Yuanping squinted his eyes.

A warm red ring can be seen around the sun. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the mountains and rivers rise and fall, creating a picturesque landscape.

"It's so pretty."

Dong Yuanping couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Composing himself, he turned around and let out a wild laugh: "Night Demon! Prepare to die!"

He leaped into the air, transforming into a bolt of lightning.

As he charged onto the arena, he became one with his sword, transforming into lightning.

He cleaved straight at Night Demon on the arena!

Dong Yuanping knew very well that if he only thought about defending himself when dealing with the Night Demon, he would be in an extremely awkward and passive situation!
It's even possible that you could be severely injured or killed by your opponent within a few moves!
As a long-time rival of the Three Realms, Dong Yuanping underestimated no one but the Night Demon!

Although the Night Demon's cultivation level was inferior to theirs after he emerged, his progress was too rapid, and his combat power was simply too high.

Dong Yuanping knew one thing best: the Night Demon's Saint Emperor combat power was far beyond what he himself could match! Although he was now a Saint Venerable, the Night Demon could fight opponents far stronger than himself!

Before he took the stage, he had already planned out all of Night Demon's trump cards.

What's most terrifying is his swordsmanship combined with his Blood Smoke Hand technique.

But judging from today's situation... the fact that Night Demon only used Blood Smoke Hand after striking thousands of times proves that Night Demon's Blood Smoke Hand is far from reaching the terrifying level of the Three Realms, where a single wound can drain a person dry!
His cultivation level is not high enough!

Even though he was no match for the other Heavenly Blade, Ice Soul Sword, and Soul-Shocking Palm, he could still withstand a few blows!
Therefore... Dong Yuanping is confident that he can escape unscathed.

Everyone turned to look.

As Dong Yuanping charged forward, Night Demon indeed charged towards him from the opposite direction!

The two sides were like two ferocious beasts whose cages had been suddenly opened, and they couldn't wait to start tearing at each other!

Night Demon, on the other hand, exuded his full aura from the very beginning!

Suppress the evil spirits!

The murderous aura was chilling!
Ice Spirit Cold Soul!

At the same time, hatred had risen from the ground and filled the air!
Hate the Heavens Blade!

Before the spell was even lifted, the Ice Soul Sword and the Hatred Heaven Blade were already ready.

The sword flashed.

Sword energy soared into the sky!

The Northern God of Wealth was completely focused.

As long as Dong Yuanping doesn't act recklessly and manages to hold out for a few moves before falling behind, he should immediately admit defeat.

air.

It was like two meteors colliding!
They were about to make contact.

And then...

Suddenly, the sword and blade in the Night Demon's hand vanished simultaneously.

A gun appeared in his hand, as if it had always been there!
at the same time!

boom!
Suddenly, countless white bones appeared in the air, piled up like mountains!

A chilling wind howled, and a dark mist rolled in!
The gates of hell burst open!

An immeasurable, chilling killing intent erupted instantly, shaking the world!

The three thousand worlds shattered simultaneously at this moment!
It was as if the most beautiful three thousand dreams in this world had been destroyed in an instant!

The Cloud Weapon Ranking is number one!

White Bone Shattering Dream Gun!
The Northern God of Wealth Cult Leader and Granny Huang, along with others, were simultaneously visibly shocked, their eyes widening in utter astonishment.

"I surrender!!"

The Northern God of Wealth cult leader started shouting wildly.

But, it's too late!
The White Bone Shattering Dream Spear shattered Dong Yuanping's unity with his sword with the force of a thunderbolt, and with the speed of a streak of light, the spearhead pierced Dong Yuanping's chest and heart!
At the moment when blood and flesh flew everywhere, the three thousand Dream Shattering Spear Qi of the White Bone Shattering Spear erupted simultaneously!
Streaks of gunfire energy emanated from Dong Yuanping's chest, back, head, feet, shoulders, neck, abdomen, throat, and other flesh.

Dong Yuanping's imposing figure froze in mid-air!
The spear is long and the sword is short.

His sword was still two feet away from the Night Demon's body.

Only the sword energy pierced a bloody hole in the Night Demon's chest.

He stared intently at the bloody hole, hoping it would explode. Then, he saw the hole slowly healing.

"In the next life..."

Dong Yuanping glared at him and said venomously.

But he only uttered two words.

Then the whole body transformed into a kaleidoscope.

Colorful sprays came out.

The fighting spirit and resentful anger on his face were still solidifying.

But life is already gone!
The Northern God of Wealth's words "I admit defeat" reverberated through the air. The moment his voice landed and everyone heard it, Dong Yuanping's body exploded in mid-air!

Turned into countless pieces of minced meat!
With a clang, Dong Yuanping's spatial ring detached from its owner's finger and fell to the ground. It spun weakly twice before collapsing and remaining motionless.

Everyone's eyes turned to the ring on the ground following the soft sound.

Fang Che had used all his strength in that shot!

All cultivation, ultimate killing intent, supreme murderous aura, all spiritual power, divine sense power, and soul power were poured into this single spear thrust!
Duan Xiyang's White Bone Shattering Dream Spear!

This was a shot that even he himself couldn't control after it was fired!
Currently, among all the skills that Fang Che can master under his two identities, his combat power and lethality rank third!
The meat was scattered everywhere, so finely broken that it floated gently in the air like snowflakes, then fell like a light spring drizzle.

The Northern God of Wealth was ice-cold all over!

As the blood rained down on him, he felt his heart sink to the bottom.

All dead!
Not one left!
completely annihilated!

My face felt cool to the touch.

That was Dong Yuanping's flesh and blood.

This cult leader's direct descendant, the number one genius of the Divine Weasel Cult, and a leading figure among the younger generation, is already dead.

Even... even if a deity were to arrive, they wouldn't be able to piece the corpse back together completely.

"Night Demon!"

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth, suddenly enraged, roared as if he had lost his mind: "I said I admit defeat!"

Fang Che stood on the stage, leaning on his gun, the last rays of the setting sun casting a soft glow on the scene. He said calmly, "You're too late."

He looked up and said clearly, "Strictly speaking, my fight with Dong Yuanping only lasted one move!"

These four words are like four giant hammers, striking everyone's hearts.

one move!
Yes, there's only one move.

Night Demon goes into battle, sword drawn.

He stood on the arena and channeled his sword energy.

As they leaped into the air, the flashes of swords and blades illuminated the scene, indicating that the Ice Soul Spirit Sword and the Heaven-Hate Blade were indeed activated simultaneously.

But halfway there, he switched to a gun!

One shot was all it took to kill Dong Yuanping!

"I sensed something was off when Night Demon leaped up."

Xue Wu sighed, "I see..."

"That's right, he doesn't need to use such a strange jumping posture when using a knife or sword, with both soles of his feet facing backward!"

Grandma Huang sighed, "But I really didn't expect it to be a bone spear!"

She looked at Xue Wu, her tone heavy and meaningful: "This is the White Bone Spear! The gates to the underworld have been opened..."

Xue Wu's face was gloomy.

After a moment, he said, "A treaty must be signed stipulating that no one may die in the Dragon Mystic Realm!"

Grandma Huang wholeheartedly agreed: "That's right!"

Over there, She Lingxiao mustered his courage and came closer, saying, "Seniors, killing is forbidden in this Dragon Mystic Realm."

Clearly, She Lingxiao was also worried that once he entered the Dragon Mystic Realm, there would be no one to guard him, and the Night Demon would kill all the seeds of his Spirit Serpent Sect!

Judging from the current trend, this is entirely possible!
Xue Wu and Granny Huang both looked down on She Lingxiao: "You are also a successor of a god, and the leader of a sect! Look at what you've become!"
However, She Lingxiao's words were spot on.

"Hmm... Killing must be prohibited within the secret realm!"

They both nodded at the same time.

There seemed to be a slight ripple somewhere in the air.

The leader of the Northern God of Wealth Sect roared, "We, the Divine Weasel Sect, will never forget this blood debt! We will definitely avenge it! Let's go!"

With a flick of his sleeve, he's about to soar into the sky.

He didn't even pick up the ring from the ground.

It's just an excuse to leave!

Dong Yuanping is dead. Without the ties of fate, if I stay here any longer, I will surely die!

The Grand Master has arrived.

Just arrived!

Therefore, I must take advantage of this time and leave quickly!
But he had just taken off.

It suddenly felt like my body was sinking into a sticky swamp.

It couldn't even struggle to move.

before.

Bi Changhong sneered, "The Divine Weasel Sect and our Sovereign Sect are sworn enemies. You've encountered someone from our Sovereign Sect and you still want to run away? Are you crazy?"

That reason is so far-fetched it's practically unbelievable.

Everyone was speechless.

No matter how much of a mortal feud the Divine Weasel Cult and your Sovereign Cult may be, it's not as deep-seated as the hatred between the Guardians and your Sovereign Cult, is it?
"The Ultimate Killer: Divine Weasel!"

Feng Du, dressed in a blue robe, danced and swirled, her large sleeves billowing.

The moment he floated up, the entire sky suddenly collapsed!
Just as the three masters of the Divine Weasel Sect were about to transform from tangible to intangible and escape, space suddenly shattered into pieces! The three of them, completely bewildered, were thrown out of the void intact.

"You think you can escape from me, an old man like me!"

Feng Du smiled faintly and casually grabbed with both hands!
A flash of light cleaved a ninth-rank Saint Lord of the Divine Weasel Sect from the top of his head down to his crotch.

The other hand transformed into a massive, overwhelming hand, grabbing down fiercely. The other person attacked frantically, trying to escape.

Feng Du's hand moved swiftly through the air, changing positions seventeen times.

Finally, the image is frozen in time.

A large, spiritual hand grasped the ninth-rank Saint Lord and descended from the sky.

call out!
Two sword lights appeared from nowhere, moving with the force of thunder.

The sword light was not aimed at Feng Du, but at the captured Ninth-Rank Saint Lord. One of the swords, even more insidious and silent, was pointed at the Northern God of Wealth Cult Leader.

Obviously.

They must silence them.

"I knew you were coming!"

With a flick of his spiritual hand, Feng Duling caused the Ninth-Rank Saint Lord's body to explode in mid-air without him even needing to be silenced. Immediately, the Heaven-Supporting Blade transformed into a colossal wall reaching to the heavens!

While sending another sword light soaring into the heavens, it also sealed Dong Xitian, the Grand Master of the Divine Weasel Sect who had not yet appeared, outside the battle circle!

A wall of knives!
It stretches across the human world, separating heaven and earth!
The blades flashed, forming a dense forest facing outwards!

"Dong Xitian, no one in the world can break my Heaven-Supporting Technique!"

With a sword in hand, Feng Du stretches his arm and stands tall amidst the clouds.

The blade's edge stretched a thousand feet, gleaming in the sky.

He stood up straight and let out a long howl.

"Not even God could do it, let alone you!"

(End of this chapter)