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Chapter 669: Jiuquan Tower
The appearance of the Heavenly Demon Emperor surprised everyone present.

In the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, before learning the sword or practicing qi, one must first learn to kill demons and identify demonic auras. They carry with them the [Demon Subduing Book], which records the habits and characteristics of every demon they see. If they encounter a rare demon, its aura is also recorded. Every time they return to Shushan, they verify the information with their fellow disciples. The general book in the [Demon Subduing Hall] is updated almost every month.

The energy that one cultivates oneself is also aimed at restraining every bit of evil energy included in the overall score.

In this case, every disciple of Shushan is an expert in killing demons.

The spiritual power of every elite disciple is equivalent to the purest demon-transforming water.

In this situation.

Not to mention that the demon coming forward to save the Shushan Sect is like a mouse becoming the bride of a cat.

At this moment, the [Beidou Demon Subduing Array] is in danger of being hit by the wave of evil spirits. If the target is changed to the same number of monsters, it may be able to rise again, show its power, and even reverse the downward trend.

Even the [Five Spirits Formation] that was still rotating was more targeted against monsters because the people who presided over the formation were all from Shushan.

Translated into game terms, it means: Evil Breaking +100; Special Attack Against Monsters +1000
However, the Sky Demon Emperor, who was obviously weaker than the Evil Sword Immortal, seemed to be unaffected at all, and his demonic aura was as graceful as that of an immortal.

Beasts can indeed become immortals, but their aura is also immortal aura.

No one from Shushan present had ever seen such a demonic aura that was not turbid at all but filled with a sacred feeling.

Even the demonic energy containing the essence of the sun that was collected from the sunflower demon that Heyang met in a small town fifty years ago and had never killed a living being could not compare to this.

However, the Evil Sword Immortal, who had the dual identities of a Shushan disciple and an evil demon, was even more horrified.

His evil spirit also inherited the Shushan disciples' restraint on monsters.

However, what he valued was not the evil spirit that could restrain his evil spirit like a green cloud.

Nor is he with the Demon Emperor.

Instead, it was a sword shadow flashing with a strange purple light in the pupils of the Sky Demon Emperor.

The moment he saw it, he felt as if he was trapped in an ancient battlefield, where every soldier had terrifying spiritual power, and he was one of them, on the disadvantaged side, with his spiritual power dried up, covered with wounds, and he needed to deal with four or five hostile soldiers at the same time.

He seemed to have died hundreds of times in it: beheaded, heart gouged out, chest pierced, limbs severed, beheaded, abdomen stabbed, throat slit, trampled, suffocated, fell off a horse, and pierced by arrows.
When he woke up, his evil dragon body was already covered with scales, and each scale was like the hair of an excited cat.

“This sword.”

He thought of the magic sword on the top of the tower when he was still in the Demon Locking Tower.

But that sword is an unfinished sword, a sword of the ghost path, and its spiritual power is used by the ghost within it.

"Can you see?" The voice of the Demon Emperor suddenly became vague, as if it came from far away.

The sword shadow suspended deep in his pupils was devouring the surrounding light, dyeing the entire demonic cloud into a bronze rust color.

"This is just a sword move, named [Overthrowing a Nation], created by a man who was forever trapped in the illusion of a fallen nation. This is the last trace he left in this world."

His voice suddenly changed, becoming hoarse and desolate, as if another person was speaking through his mouth.

The sword shadow in his pupils became more and more solid, as if it was about to walk out of his eyes.

"kill!"

A hoarse voice came from somewhere, and the green demonic cloud suddenly rolled up, as if it was torn apart by some invisible force.

In the clouds, a phantom slowly emerged - a man wearing tattered armor, his body full of arrows, holding a red tasseled spear in his hand, with blood dripping from the tip of the spear.

His face was blurry, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, except for his eyes, which were as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword.

The evil dragon was tens of thousands of times larger, but he still rode forward.

Compared with the starlight of the Demon-Suppressing Formation which was like a candle in the wind, the shadow of the Dharma Wheel across the sky of Mount Shu and the evil clouds that filled the seventy-two peaks were all extremely small.

But he has such a charm that it seems as if he is the only one left in the whole world.

No one could take their eyes off this phantom, as if their lives from birth to now had all been spent just to take a look at this one image, and everything else in their lives had lost its meaning.

The same is true even for the evil dragon that the Evil Sword Immortal has transformed into.

The man jumped high and pierced the evil dragon's eye with his spear.

at the same time
The sword shadow in the Demon Emperor's pupils has disappeared, replaced by a door.

The man in blue, who seemed like the embodiment of perfection, walked out holding the girl in a blue skirt.

The girl subconsciously raised her head and looked at the phantom, "Brother?"

The phantom looked back, and the face under the mist became clear for a moment - it was exactly the same as the man in blue.

His lips moved, but no sound came out, as if he was saying something that no one could understand.

"my eyes!"

The Evil Sword Immortal finally woke up.

“Crack—”

With a crisp sound, the evil dragon's body began to crack, peeling off piece by piece like porcelain.

The Evil Sword Immortal's roar shattered the clouds, and the dragon's body twisted in the void, as if enduring some unspeakable pain.

The Sky Demon Emperor stood in place, the door in his eyes disappeared, and there were only three people left in front of him, a monkey, and a beast.

The evil cloud also dissipated.

The Sky Demon Emperor held onto a wisp of green smoke reluctantly, "My [Shennong Spiritual Power]."

"You all!" The evil dragon's body disappeared, and was replaced by a figure wearing a black imperial robe.

His right eye, which was covered with one hand, was oozing black blood as thick as oil.

But that face did not match any of the Five Elders of Shushan.

The face was as ancient as a dark rock, the forehead was as broad as the sky, and there was a faint golden light flowing, as if it contained endless mysteries of heaven.

His hair and beard are jet-black with some silver threads, like stars at night, and are neatly trimmed, showing the weight of time.

His nose is like a hanging gall bladder, his lips are cold and stern, and although his body is not tall and strong, he is as majestic as a mountain and cannot be shaken.

It was as if he was standing there, the center of the world.

"Qingleng, I didn't lose, I didn't!"

The Evil Sword Immortal seemed unaware of his own changes, and there was even only coldness in his eyes.

It was not Jingtian who blinded his right eye, but the Demon Emperor who used his double pupils as the medium to cause all this.

"Emperor of Heaven!" Qingwei didn't care about the embarrassment, he recognized this face.

The first of the Three Sovereigns, the master of the six realms, the ancestor of human civilization, the king of gods, the beginning of all things, Fuxi.

There is a portrait of Fuxi hanging in the Hall of the Three Emperors.

"Emperor of Heaven!" Cang Gu, Qing Leng and others also showed surprise.

Xu Changqing: Or I'd better die and go to see Zi Tong.

After learning the secrets of the Three Emperors, the origins of humans, demons, gods and monsters, and meeting the real gods and monsters, he had already guessed this situation.

It’s okay for ordinary gods to be afraid of death.

The ruler of the six realms, the God among gods, is actually the mastermind behind all this.

This is in contrast to the Demon Lord who is obviously affectionate and righteous, kind to his subordinates, and cold but not cruel to outsiders.

He thought: I might as well become a demon. The demon world seemed like a good place.

"Qing Leng, you admit defeat? You admit defeat?" The Evil Sword Immortal laughed wildly, no longer caring about his bleeding right eye, allowing the black blood to dye his teeth black.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Long Kui finally came to her senses and found that Jingtian was pointing a crystal stone towards the sky.

"Take a photo. Fuxi can't take care of this right now." Jingtian said.

Spirit world.

The Tianchi Lake hangs upside down at the top of the sky, and its water is like a solidified galaxy.

Fuxi walked barefoot on the sparkling waves, and stars flickered where his black robe fell - he was actually the incarnation of Pangu's spirit, and even his shadow was immersed in the vastness of the initial chaos.

At this moment, the Tianchi Lake reflects the figure of Demon Lord Zunlou: the dark red demon shadow is absorbing the spiritual power of the Nine Springs in the [Dragon Pond].

"Capture the traces of the other eight springs through the memory stream [Suhe]? A smart move." Fuxi said calmly. [Rehai] The spiritual power gushed out like lava, and wherever it passed, dead trees came back to life and yellow sand turned into rain.

A boundless desert appeared in the void, but it turned into an oasis amid the surge of spiritual energy. Every drop of the hot sea spiritual fluid contained a majestic vitality, and a green lotus grew as soon as it landed, with a red flame leaping in the lotus's heart.

[Innocent] Spiritual energy falls like silver threads, weaving into a huge spider web.

Countless fragments of the future emerged in the network: there were collapsed mountains and rivers, falling stars, and moments when mortals passed by each other on the street corner.

[Cold Marrow] The spiritual energy condenses into a towering tree, with white fruits hanging on its branches.

Each fruit reflects the life and death of a living being: some are blooming, while others have already withered. Countless icy spikes extend from the roots of the tree, piercing into the void, shattering the boundary between life and death.

[Mist Soul] turned into light purple sand of time, forming a vortex in the void.

The flow of time in the center of the vortex is sometimes fast and sometimes slow: the grass and trees on the periphery wither and grow in an instant, but the center seems to be frozen. Occasionally, sand particles splash out, tearing cracks in time and space, revealing fragments of the past or the future.

[Dragon Pond] Spiritual power pours down like a waterfall, and every drop of water reflects the memory of a certain living being.

The bottom of the waterfall condenses into a mirror lake, reflecting the past of those spellcasters forgotten by heaven and earth.

[Zhaodan] The spiritual power is pure gold, as sharp as the sword light.

Wherever the light reaches, nothing can escape its light: the good are clear and transparent, while the evil are shrouded in darkness. The spiritual power gathers into a mirror, and what is reflected in the mirror is not the appearance, but the essence of the soul.

[Flame Wave] The spiritual power exploded like the scorching sun, and the shadow of a huge bronze plow emerged in the flame wave.

Wherever the spiritual power passed, even the void was burned with scorch marks. Occasionally, the sound of ancient ancestors' sacrifices could be heard from the center of the flame, as if the soul of the sun was whispering.

[Spring Nourishment] Spiritual energy falls like spring rain, nourishing the roots of the sacred tree.

The dragon of turbid air tumbles in the clear air, and new buds sprout where the scales fall off. Each new leaf exudes the power of purification, transforming chaos into order.

[Poisonous miasma] Spiritual energy spreads like miasma, and the grass and trees wither wherever it passes.

Thousands of poisonous insects appeared in the spiritual power, but they turned into antidotes in the next moment. The Miao altar could be vaguely seen in the depths of the miasma, and the chanting of the witches came through time and space.

But now, they are all lying dormant at the foot of the building.

The nine springs are rippling with spiritual waves.

The Demon Lord's left arm was instantly covered with green vine patterns - that was the mark of life that Shennong left in the world when he tasted hundreds of herbs.

Two reflections appeared in the right pupil: one was the virtual image of Shennong with white hair and an old man, and the other was the real image of the Demon Lord with a rising star and flying red hair.

The spine made a sound of metal hitting stone, and the vague shadow of half a huge bronze plow could be seen - it was the plow used by Shennong to reclaim the wilderness.

"Shennong." Fuxi's indifferent face, which was as motionless as a clay sculpture, finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

At this moment, he seemed to smell the fragrance of grass leaves, which was the scent of Shennong and Pangu.

The ripples on the Tianchi Lake suddenly solidified into colored glaze, as flat as a mirror.

"Fuxi."

In the water mirror, the dark red demon shadow who had recast the [Flame Wave Demon Blade] into a complete [Shennong Plow] raised his head.

This low call shattered the three thousand stars in the pool.

Chonglou raised his hand and threw the plow. The moment the bronze plow blade tore open the star curtain, the Tianchi Lake suddenly turned upside down into a mirror: the sun, moon and stars on Fuxi's black robe turned into real star clusters and fell, and Chonglou's figure was transforming from a two-dimensional reflection into a three-dimensional reality.

Wherever the bronze plow passed, the stars shattered, and Jiuquan's phantom actually left a solid entity in the void - the red tide of the hot sea was still steaming at the tips of his hair, and the time sand of the mist soul was already falling through the cracks in his armor.

Fuxi just stepped back.

It turned into a streak of light that was always just an inch away from hitting the target with a bronze plow.

He finally smiled, as gentle as a spring breeze. He suddenly pressed his heart, where he felt a long-lost pain - after thirty thousand years, he actually felt the resonance of the three lives' spirits again.

"It turns out that the best way to resolve this catastrophe is to fight!"

"An opponent who can be my equal!"

He casually waved out a star curtain.

The gods such as the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady will notice the movement and are ready to step forward to stop them.

Jingtian hid among the group of gods, pulled out half of the [Zhaodan] and put it back into the scabbard.

"This is."

The Evil Sword Immortal condensed a ball of evil energy into a mirror, and he saw the strange face in the mirror.

However, he didn't have time to be surprised.

"Click——"

There was another crisp sound, and his body suddenly shattered like porcelain, just like the evil dragon's body collapsed before.

A divine sword surrounded by black and white energy broke out of the body, cut through the void and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"How did he die?"

It was Qing Leng who asked this question.

As an immortal, he could sense that the Evil Sword Immortal was just weak.

The process from wilting to withering was too fast and too unnatural.

"He's no longer needed." Jingtian shrugged, "We should go."

"Go? Where to?" Xuejian wondered.

"The divine realm." Jingtian said.

Five doors appeared in the void and overlapped in front of everyone.

"I need to find Xiyao and put an end to my last obsession."

Spirit world.

The top of the huge sacred tree that runs through the worlds of gods and humans.

Holding the sacred wooden staff in one hand, the goddess looking at the battle in the galaxy suddenly looked to the right.

A man in blue walked out of the chaotic-colored portal.

"You are here?"

The goddess' voice was melodious and pleasant, like the sound of clear water hitting rocks, but it was also filled with a sense of awkwardness, as if she had not spoken for thousands of years.

"Xiyao."

"Are you Xiyao?"

Jingtian and Xuejian said.

"Do you like her?"

Xiyao looked at the face that looked like her own, and a smile appeared on her delicate face.

"I like it." Jingtian said.

He felt that deep inside him there was another him that was disintegrating.

Fei Peng is different from Long Yang, he is Li Lin and also Bajir.

He is Li Lin without any memory, just like the sword named "Beauty".

How does he feel about Xiyao?
Before Chonglou appeared, he loved fighting and was as unwilling to be lonely as the wind. He always came to the most secluded place in the God Realm, the place he should have stayed away from the most - under the sacred tree, to meet Xiyao.

He tried to find topics awkwardly, talking about things like 'spiritual power, magic, and swordsmanship about fighting and killing' which Xiyao could not understand and was not interested in.

Xiyao also kept every word of these in her heart and never forgot them.

Yes, they never opened their mouths to express their feelings towards each other.

But they all understand who should accompany them when they are lonely, and who should they spend the long and endless years with.

"That's great." Xiyao said.

(End of this chapter)