From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 187: The gap between the two worlds, the claws of Lushan, if I can't cure the devil, can't I cure you? (-word chapter)
Yan Chixia stretched out his hand, took the "Zongjing Sword", and was stunned.

This famous great master who controls Huiyan Peak alone actually seemed a little at a loss at this moment.

He opened his mouth, looked at the Zongjing Sword in his hand, but in the end, he said nothing. He just nodded heavily, turned around and rushed to Qingcheng Mountain to provide assistance.

Because Yan Chixia knew that the battle that was about to break out in Fengdu would definitely involve powerful warriors at the True Immortal level. That was a battlefield that only top great immortals like Xu Xing and Pei Zhengsheng were qualified to step into.

For someone like him whose Tao foundation has been damaged and who is no longer a pure swordsman, he can still find an opportunity to strike when facing Pei Zhengsheng.

But if the opponent was the Heavenly Demon from the Five Directions Demon Sect, given Yan's current condition, saying he was sending food would be an understatement. He was afraid that instead of being able to lend a helping hand, he would be infected by the demon.

Thinking of this, a look of loneliness emerged on Yan Chixia's face.

He couldn't help but wonder, if he had devoted himself to practice and focused on swordsmanship, instead of having unrealistic ideas about completely resolving the Fengdu issue, would he be more useful now?

At the very least, it wouldn't be like it is now, where he has great sword skills but is of no use at all on the two battlefields.

Thinking of this, Yan Chixia suddenly felt a vibration coming from the Zongjing sword in his hand.

The clanging of metal was like the unwilling roar of a being trapped in a cage for a long time.

This great immortal-level swordsman couldn't help but feel a chill and shudder at that moment.

——Is it because of this feeling of powerlessness that Master Pei embarked on the path of evil? !
Yan Chixia turned around and glanced at Xu Xing, only to see that Vajra Master nodded slowly.

Pei Zhengsheng, the highly respected and calm master of Yunya Peak, has always been regarded as a ballast by all the sword practitioners of Qingcheng Sword Sect.

It seemed that as long as he was there, the disciples, elders, peak masters, and even the Supreme Master himself of the Thirty-six Peaks of the Sword Sect would not have to worry about anything and could just focus on thrusting their swords forward and eliminating demons.

But the silent trust was too heavy for Pei Zhengsheng. He had actually done a good job, but he always wanted to do better and better.

It is precisely this kind of belief that gives evil thoughts an opportunity to take advantage. It can even be said that they are not evil thoughts at all, but a courageous and diligent heart that is packaged very well.

Xu Xing had already seen this method of transformation on Cheng Hui before, but he was obviously more attentive to Pei Zhengsheng.

The Lord of Freedom did not even use any demonic means, but he subtly and slowly raised Pei Zhengsheng's enterprising spirit, making his thoughts more extreme and his actions more radical.

In Pei Zhengsheng's mind, the biggest problem facing the Qingcheng Sword Sect now is Fengdu, which is in an out-of-control stage.

In order to resolve this problem, he was willing to pay any price, even letting his sect disciples and the people of Shu make sacrifices, or even to let himself die.

As for what happened next, Pei Zhengsheng couldn't think about it, nor was he able to think about it, because this one goal alone was enough to occupy his entire vision.

From Pei Zhengsheng's perspective, all these thoughts and ideas are extremely normal and are not influenced or disturbed by anyone.

But when Xu Xing obtained his memory and experienced the transformation firsthand, he felt a chill and horror.

If Xu Xing witnessed the pervasiveness of the devil's influence from Cheng Hui, then Pei Zhengsheng's experience made him understand what pure emotional power can do.

Of course, if Pei Zhengsheng himself had not been motivated, even if the Lord of Freedom's emotional powers had reached the pinnacle, it would have been extremely difficult to achieve this.

But how difficult is it to keep all thoughts and minds still?

Even Xu Xing, who is also proficient in emotional powers and understands the laws of the magic sect, cannot guarantee that he will be able to stay safe the next time he faces the Lord of Freedom.

Xu Xing could even feel how much hard work the Lord of Freedom had put in for Pei Zhengsheng over the years.

So, is the matter of Fengdu, as he thought, related to the Heavenly Demon Star and the possible existence of the second pair of "Seven Lifetimes of Grudges"? !

Looking at Yan Chixia's expression, Xu Xing suddenly asked:
"Brother Yan, have you ever thought about taking another route?"

Yan Chixia raised his head and looked at Xu Xing, not understanding what was going on. Xu Xing said seriously:

"In fact, I will establish a sect in the Shiwan Mountains. One of the sects is about studying swordsmanship. If Brother Yan is interested, he can be the leader of this sect."

Yan Chixia was actually not familiar with Xu Xing, but he had heard about the style of this "Red Tribulation Demon Lord" from Li Xiuru and Qian Tangjun.

When Xu Xing took out the purple gold bowl and claimed to be the Vajra Master of Jinshan Temple, Yan Chixia was already extremely shocked. Now, hearing this kind of recruitment, the shock turned into unreal absurdity.

——No matter what his background was, he wanted to recruit him, the disciple of the head of Qingcheng Sword Sect, and even let him go to another place to study swordsmanship. Wasn't this a bit...

Yan Chixia even suspected that Xu Xing might have told a joke to amuse people because he saw that the situation was dangerous and he was in a bad mood...

Xu Xing didn't even need his emotional ability to sense the ups and downs of Yan Chixia's thoughts. He just shook his head and said:

"Once this matter is over, I will discuss it carefully with Brother Yan. In addition to you, I will also visit your two disciples one by one."

Xu Xing did invite him sincerely. In his opinion, Yan Chixia was the person most likely to be tampered with in the entire Qingcheng Sword Sect, except for Pei Zhengsheng.

If he could become his disciple, Xu Xing would be able to think of a way for him. Moreover, his pure sword embryo had been damaged. Why not give it a try and simply take this path of learning from others?
Hearing Xu Xing mention his two disciples, Yan Chixia vaguely realized something, and then thought of his current situation, he just nodded again, flew into the air on his sword, and returned to Qingcheng Mountain.

Xu Xing, who kept saying that the war was dangerous and wanted to rush to Fengdu to provide support, actually stood there without moving.

After Yan Chixia's sword light disappeared at the end of the sky and a long time passed, Xu Xing slowly spoke.

"Your master has gone far away. Isn't it time for him to show up in person?"

A dull voice suddenly came from behind Xu Xing.

"Mr. Xu has been protecting my junior brother for me all along the way. I will always remember this kindness in my heart."

Xu Xing turned around and saw a young man dressed as a scholar and wearing a Confucian scarf standing behind him.

This person is naturally Yan Chixia’s first disciple, Ning Caichen, who is known as “Ning’s sword is unparalleled.”

In Li Xiuru's words, his senior brother has always been gentle, humble and polite, a little dull, more like a scholar than a swordsman.

But at this moment, what Xu Xing saw was completely different.

Although Ning Caichen still carried a book box and wore a scholar's scarf, he could not conceal the confidence and elegance in his eyes and eyebrows when he raised his hands and feet.

Anyone who sees Ning Caichen now will know clearly that he is a prince of noble descent with a distinguished family background.

On Ning Caichen's waist, there is a long sword as black as ink jade. This sword is completely different from the style of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. It is about two fingers wide and extremely thin.

Even when this sword is locked in the sheath, it still gives people an extremely intimidating sharp edge.

After Xu Xing came to this world, he had already seen the swords that the three great masters Yan Chixia, Pei Zhengsheng and Li Jianshi had cultivated with their lives.

But in terms of sharpness alone, even famous swords like "Chaoxiongxi" and "Zongjing" cannot compare with the sword on Ning Caichen's waist.

Facing such a Ning Caichen, Xu Xing was not surprised. He just stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"Do you know that there is another reason why Pei Zhengsheng is targeting Huiyan Peak, and that is you?"

Ning Caichen is the disciple that Yan Chixia brought back from Shu after he drove away the Black Mountain Old Monster. His origins are unknown, but he has a natural sensitivity to swordsmanship. It seems like he was born to learn swordsmanship.

The next person with his qualifications will be Li Xiuru, who is from the Li family.

However, Pei Zhengsheng was always extremely wary of this sudden appearance of the sword master.

Yan Chixia is obsessed with the affairs of Fengdu and his obsession is deep. It is well known in the Qingcheng Sword Sect. Moreover, he has always been a man of great loyalty and righteousness, so there is no guarantee that Ning Caichen is not a hidden man planted by the Demon Sect.

During the long investigation, Pei Zhengsheng did find some clues. It was precisely these internal and external troubles that intensified his sense of urgency and eventually caused him to become mentally unbalanced.

Combining this with Nie Xiaoqian's incident, Xu Xing can basically conclude that there is definitely something wrong with Ning Caichen, but it still needs some final verification.

Xu Xing wanted to know one more thing: was this person conspiring with the Lord of Freedom?

Ning Caichen nodded and said simply:
"Over the years, Master has suffered a lot because of me. I have seen it all. My origin is indeed not innocent, just as Master Pei Feng thought."

Facing Xu Xing's inquiring gaze, Ning Caichen opened his hands and said very frankly:

"I am not from the Central Plains, but from the Sanghuang Fuyaotian, a member of the Yinyue Dynasty. In my hometown, they all call me... Qiye."

When mentioning this name that had not been used for a long time, Ning Caichen's eyes became a little complicated and seemed particularly unfamiliar.

In fact, when Ning Caichen showed up, Xu Xing's second soul had already used the "Devil's Perspective" to observe the chief of Huiyan Peak from head to toe.

But no matter how he looked, he could only see an extremely sharp sword intent from Ning Caichen, which seemed to tear the sky and split the earth, and break through the void and go far away. There was not the slightest demonic demeanor.

But after a rough thought, Xu Xing was not surprised. After all, Ning Caichen had been lurking in the Qingcheng Sword Sect for so many years and even hid it from the sword immortal. He must have something to rely on.

Of course, it is also possible that Li Yunxian knew all this but just didn't expose it.

As for the name Yinyue Dynasty, Xu Xing had also heard of it.

After Huang Jutian captured Chang'an and seized the Yinshi Youquan, he had been trying to combine the Yinshi Youquan, which contained the secret of the rotation of the underworld, with the method of Emperor Sang Fuyaotian, which was full of majestic vitality.

The Yinyue Dynasty is one of his achievements.

Huang Jutian used humans as a model and created a group of half-human, half-demon creatures who were born with all kinds of strange powers and were close to the path of magic.

These creatures established their own dynasty in ancient Chang'an and named it the Yinyue Dynasty, competing against the Great Yan Kingdom, the lord of the Western Polo Li Rentian.

In the Yinyue Dynasty, although the half-human, half-demon demons are natural aristocrats, the people also have the right to practice magic techniques. As long as they can succeed, they can be supported by thousands of people and have a respected status.

However, with Ning Caichen's demeanor, it is obvious that he is from the demon clan, and he might even be the most noble royal family among them.

Facing Xu Xing's doubtful gaze, Ning Caichen chuckled and said:

"Since Vajra Venerable is proficient in the emotional power of Paranirvana, what's the point of me trying to hide it?"

Xu Xing understood and said:

"It seems that you have already wanted to leave the Demon Sect?"

Xu Xing actually knew very well that the reason Ning Caichen came here was because he was worried about Yan Chixia.

Combined with the past events that Li Xiuru mentioned when he mentioned this senior brother before, Xu Xing also knew that even if Ning Caichen was a demon, he was a very humane demon.

Before Ning Caichen could open his mouth, he heard Xu Xing say:

"You should have heard the promise I made to Brother Yan just now. If you want to join my sect, the conditions remain unchanged."

This time, it was Ning Caichen who was surprised.

"Since King Kong Zun knows that I am a demon, why do you still dare to invite me to join you?"

The reason why the demons in the Yinyue Dynasty are said to be half human and half demon is actually just that they still retain their human bodies, but their temperaments, moods, and preferences are more similar to those of the celestial demons.

Demons like Ning Caichen, who are naturally emotionally rich and have strong empathy, can be said to be exceptions among exceptions.

It was for this reason that he left the Yinyue Dynasty and was eventually picked up by Yan Chixia and brought into the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

However, such a fact was too absurd. Ning Caichen never expected anyone to understand it, and never mentioned it to anyone. Instead, he truly regarded himself as a human being.

Xu Xing stretched out a hand, pointed at himself, and asked:

"I even dare to practice the magic skills of the demon sect, so why would I care about this?"

Hearing this, Ning Caichen couldn't help but be in a daze.

Just as Xu Xing said, the humans he had seen practicing the magic arts in the Yinyue Dynasty before, whoever could cultivate to the realm of true person, were more ferocious and cruel than the native demons.

Looking at it this way, it does make sense...

Seeing that he looked thoughtful, Xu Xing added casually:
"I forgot to tell you that Xu Xian, Xu Hanwen, has also decided to join. You can reconsider it."

Ning Caichen was stunned again when he heard Xu Xian's name.

Although he did not know the whole story of the "Seven Lifetimes of Enmity", he understood that Xu Xian was extremely important in the eyes of the three masters of Jinshan Temple. How could he join another sect?
Oh, the leader of this sect is King Kong Zun, so...

Yes, he is Vajra Lord, so why did he establish his own sect?
For a moment, Ning Caichen was a little confused.

Xu Xing had no intention of explaining further. He flicked his sleeves, tore open the void, and stepped in. Only a lingering sound echoing in the mountains was heard.

"Your master must have noticed your situation. Why don't you go talk to him first? I'll talk to you about joining the sect when I come back."

Looking at Xu Xing's departing back, even a figure like Ning Caichen couldn't help but feel stunned.

When he came out of Qingcheng Mountain this time, he was already mentally prepared to expose his identity and get into a fight, but he never expected that Xu Xing completely ignored his identity as a demon and left straight away.

This Vajra Master is really...

Ning Caichen stopped where he was and thought for a while. He could only smile bitterly and shook his head, and the word "free and easy" came to mind.

On the other hand, Xu Xing didn’t think so much about it. Ning Caichen did have an extraordinary status in the Yinyue Dynasty, but what did this have to do with him?
As long as this person doesn't do anything harmful to the world, it doesn't matter whether he is a demon or a human.
At this time, Xu Xing thought of Pei Zhengsheng's actions and Fahai's words, and couldn't help shaking his head:
"It is true that all living things are upside down and their dreams are foolish."

-

Fengdu City.

This place was once the location of the Netherworld rift and the key to life and death. Although it was suppressed by Zhang Tianshi with talismans, its essence remains unchanged. It is covered with dark clouds all year round and the sun is never seen.

After the demonic calamity broke out, this place turned into a barren land with no grass growing, vengeful spirits wandering around, and evil ghosts roaming around. No matter how hard they tried to sweep, they could not stop new ghosts from appearing.

Now, outside the entrance of the Netherworld Cave, there is a woman in green with a cold face, jade-like skin, and sharp sword energy lingering all over her body, who is constantly using her sword to slay ghosts.

Every time he made a move, he would kill at least thousands of ghosts, leaving behind a crystal-clear light mark like green jade in this dark world that would linger for a long time.

Every ghost that comes into contact with the light mark will be completely shattered with screams, without even the chance to be reincarnated.

It was obvious that the swordsmanship of this beautiful woman was just like her appearance, fierce and uncontrollable murderous intent.

In the entire Qingcheng Sword Sect, few people know that although several great masters will take turns to go to Fengdu to take charge, there is actually another sword cultivator with a secret identity who has been sharpening his sword here from beginning to end and almost never shows up.

That person is the woman in green now.

Her background is very similar to that of Bai Suzhen. She is a green snake who achieved enlightenment through cultivation in Mount Emei. She is truly favored by the mountains and rivers of this place and has the potential to cross the river and transform into a dragon.

However, the Taoists and monks in Mount Emei were not easy to deal with, and they were very proud of themselves. Even though the green snake was a spirit of mountains and rivers, they were ruthlessly expelled. Therefore, the green snake had no choice but to come to Mount Qingcheng, seek shelter from Bai Suzhen, and practice with this sister.

After Bai Suzhen went through many tribulations and realized her destiny as the "seven-life enmity", she entered Jinshan Temple, became a Bodhi statue, and sat in Leifeng Pagoda. However, the Green Snake chose to return to Qingcheng Mountain.

It was because of her that Fahai made a special trip to Qingcheng Sword Sect and asked Pei Zhengsheng for a favor so that he could enter the Sword Sect to practice swordsmanship.

However, the identity of the Green Snake was somewhat sensitive, and her temperament was not as gentle as Bai Suzhen's, so she asked to stay in Fengdu, staying there all day long, and concentrating on honing her swordsmanship.

Not far behind this woman was a man wearing a cloak, with a face so handsome that it was almost beautiful, skin whiter than snow, and three thousand feet of white hair.

Although this person's posture is upright and full of pride, his overly white skin and white hair still make people feel that this is clearly a statue made of ice crystals, perfect and flawless.

He looked at the woman in green who was bravely slaying ghosts, his eyes filled with helplessness, but he could only shake his head.

The man's name is Bie Xiaolou. Although he is half a member of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, he is not a sword cultivator. Instead, he is a cultivator of the Diplomacy School among the Hundred Schools. All his magical powers are conferred by the "Poetry" knife at his waist.

The reason why he is called half-Sword Sect member is because his Taoist partner is Li Jianshi, the master of Guyue Peak.

Strictly speaking, Bie Xiaolou could be considered a monk from a different sect, but his swordsmanship, which was inherited from the Zongheng family, was extremely exquisite, known as "Zongheng Dao". He and Shi Gan Dang were known as the two greatest swordsmen in this world.

Bie Xiaolou knew that Xiaoqing was sharpening her sword here so that one day she could break the shackles of fate for her sister and no longer be restricted by the identity of "seven-life enemies".

It was because she had seen with her own eyes how helpless and desperate her sister was after Xu Xian gave up his lifelong cultivation to suppress the Ambergris in his previous life.

Xiaoqing never wants to experience this feeling a second time.

Practicing so hard will inevitably lead to being taken advantage of by the devil, but this is Xiaoqing's concern, and no matter how capable others are, they cannot interfere.

This is also a hurdle that all disciples and masters of the Qingcheng Sword Sect must face.

The sword of a sword cultivator is straight and unparalleled, and is a first-class killing technique. But what kind of mentality should the sword holder have when facing this divine sword in his hand?
When Xiaoqing drew his sword, Bie Xiaolou also pressed the "Poetry" with his hand. The sword energy overflowed, and the sharp light scattered, crisscrossing and forming a self-operating formation, strangling a group of ghosts like a millstone.

Although the two great masters could not cooperate perfectly due to Xiaoqing's temperament, they still promptly eliminated the energy that kept pouring out of Fengdu.

But Bie Xiaolou also had doubts in his heart.

It is now almost the Ghost Festival. Logically speaking, the sect leader should have come to Fengdu to slay ghosts long ago. How come there is still no movement until now?

At this moment, a very strong and intense sense of warning suddenly emerged in Bie Xiaolou's chest, and his heartstrings were stretched to the limit.

He raised his head suddenly, and the "Poetry" knife came out of its sheath.

The knife light swirled and formed a circle, just like a full moon, rising slowly from the earth and reaching the center of the sky in an instant, illuminating the dim land of Fengdu with a cool and bright feeling.

Xiaoqing turned her head suddenly, only to see Bie Xiaolou with a solemn expression and his right hand tightly holding the "Poetry", as if facing a powerful enemy.

She had known this "Zongheng Yidao" for many years and knew that Bie Xiaolou was a calm person who rarely acted rashly. But this time, this knife was...

Although Xiaoqing didn't understand, she still gripped the sword tightly in her hand, looked up at the sky, and faced it solemnly with an alert look.

Suddenly, a small black dot as big as a mustard seed appeared in the center of the bright moonlight of the knife.

In just a moment, the black spot expanded to the size of half a bright moon, swallowing up all the moonlight and sword energy, leaving only a faint halo, like a heavenly dog ​​swallowing the moon.

From the center of the "halo" came an extremely dull voice that was so loud that it seemed to shake the sky, shock the earth, and even completely turn the world upside down.

"Swordsmanship is not bad."

Although the volume of this voice was extremely loud, the tone did not fluctuate much, and the praise sounded perfunctory.

The next moment, the darkness in the halo moved in response, as if it was boiling water, breaking through the shackles of the "halo" and pouring down towards the boundless human world and the vast Fengdu.

In the darkness, one can see a huge arm with twisted muscles and thick bones, like a giant pillar supporting the sky. The palm is extremely broad, and the palm is bulging and full.

Every line on the palm is filled with an edge as sharp as a heavenly sword that can cut through the void. The edges of the palm and the gaps between the five fingers are all covered with cracks, making it difficult to see clearly.

Those were not the lines caused by the breaking of the skin on the palm, but the natural scene that appeared when the void itself was torn apart, colorful and bizarre.

As soon as this giant palm stretched out from the crack in the void, it caused the vital energy within a hundred miles to violently riot. All the ghosts and demons bowed their heads, and those with weak souls and bodies exploded and died directly!

As soon as Bie Xiaolou and Xiaoqing saw the sound that seemed like the end of the world, the earth was shaking, and even the world was turned upside down, they knew that the person who came must be a powerful person at the level of True Immortal, and they understood the other party's identity even more clearly.

Bie Xiaolou's sword intent was condensed all over his body. He pointed straight up to the sky and shouted:

"An Lushan, how dare you come here in person!"

As the words fell, the sword energy and the knife energy rose together, like a waterfall rushing against the sky, magnificent and majestic.

The energy of swords and knives swirled around and cut across, and the entire battlefield was immediately covered with terrible white marks, as if it was about to collapse from the origin of the void, but the giant palm was not moved at all, and the downward momentum was getting faster and stronger.

The Western Heavenly Demon's physique is world-famous for its toughness. Coupled with the "Yin Demon Splitting Sky Method" that he has practiced to the peak, a slap from his palm is enough to tear open the void and sneak in through the gap. This is known as "No gap between the two worlds."

It is precisely because of this that everyone in the world shudders at the mention of "An Lushan's Claws."

After another moment, the combined sword and saber attacks of Bie Xiaolou and Xiaoqing were directly shattered by An Lushan's palm. The sword energy and knife power were like gossamer threads, spreading out in all directions, covering the hundred miles of Fengdu, and plowing through the group of ghosts again.

Bie Xiaolou had a profound cultivation base, and with his "Poetry" knife he managed to withstand 70% of the force. He looked up to the sky and vomited a mouthful of scarlet blood, then retreated a hundred feet before he managed to stabilize his body, with his limbs still shaking.

Xiaoqing immediately revealed her true form, and with her green snake body, she managed to hold up the remaining 30% of the force. She then opened her bloody mouth, revealing her sharp fangs, and bit fiercely at "Lushan's Claw".

An Lushan just laughed at this, twisted his wrist, and his giant palm grew bigger again, actually grasping the snake body that was dozens of feet long in his hand.

"What a hot-tempered girl! I am really pleased with her!"

Although Xiaoqing struggled hard in those thick five fingers, and her scales kept rubbing against An Lushan's rough skin, producing a series of sparks, she still found it difficult to escape, and was even pinched tighter and tighter.

At the same time, a Dharma image that seemed to be standing tall and upright, hundreds of feet high, tore open the "bright moon" in the sky, crushed the dark clouds in the sky, and truly dominated Fengdu.

Although He has not set foot on the earth, but only lives in the void, there is an indescribable sense of oppression coming from all directions, as heavy as iron, piling up in everyone's heart.

This statue has a face full of flesh, thick and long beard, and disheveled hair, like a wild man, but is filled with a rough and primitive vitality and a strong masculine aura.

Although his face, posture, and clothing were no different from those of an ordinary person, the huge difference in body shape and the oppressive feeling that was everywhere and filled the world still made people believe from the bottom of their hearts that he was not a human being, but a god.

An incomparable giant god.

The giant god lowered his head and looked at Xiaoqing who was twisting and struggling. His eyes were shining with a bright light. He grinned, revealing a row of particularly ferocious white teeth, and laughed particularly wantonly.

Because of that extremely huge face, the giant god's wild desires are now magnified thousands and billions of times, and his emotions seem to turn into a wave, making people feel as if they are about to be completely swallowed up.

Anyone, even if they had never seen him before, would know his identity just by looking at his extremely tall figure and wild face.

It is none other than the current Lord of the Brahma, the Western Devil, and the Emperor of Dayan—An Lushan!

At this moment, An Lushan suddenly raised his thick eyebrows and raised his left hand.

Given his body shape, even the slightest raise of his eyebrows or hand seemed exceptionally slow and heavy, and full of unparalleled power, as if he was moving not his hands but a mountain.

But this raising of his hand was so fast that the air and even the sound had no time to react, and An Lushan's left hand had already stopped at his right ear, trapping a bright knife light between his thick fingers.

The next moment, the man bounced slightly, and Bie Xiaolou flew out horizontally, and the "Poetry" in his hand creaked, as if it was about to break into pieces completely.

An Lushan's finger only had a white mark that could not even be called a wound, and the skin was just slightly sunken.

The power of the devil is as great as this!
This time, he finally turned his head and looked at Bie Xiaolou's exceptionally beautiful face. An Lushan smiled more wildly, and the fire of desire burned more fiercely.

"I have heard of Master Yao Xing's name for a long time. He is indeed a man of good figure and good looks. Don't worry. I will take both you and this little beauty into my harem and have your presence every day."

At this point, An Lushan narrowed his eyes, and a strange look of intoxication appeared on his rough and savage face. He laughed strangely and said:
"Master Yaoxing and Miss Minyue are a couple renowned throughout the world as gods. Since I have accepted you, I cannot bear to see Jianshi stay alone in Mount Qingcheng, crying all day long. I will definitely reunite you two beautiful lovers in the harem."

After saying this, An Lushan lowered his head again, looking at Xiaoqing in his hand, his expression becoming more and more satisfied. He slowly shook his fat head and hummed:

"My little beauty, why are you weaker? Come again!"

Not far away, Bie Xiaolou, who was knocked flying by An Lushan again, heard such foul language and showed an extremely rare look of anger, but he said nothing, trying his best to regulate his breathing, preparing for a life-and-death attack.

Although Bie Xiaolou was determined to die, he still couldn't help but wonder why the Supreme Master had not shown up until now.

With the strength of the Demon Sect, which demon can they send out to stop the leader?
Moreover, ever since Li Linfu was killed by the Great Spiritual Officer, the Western Branch has been marginalized in the Five Sects of Demons. How could An Lushan persuade the others? !

An Lushan held Xiaoqing with one hand, then turned around and looked at Bie Xiaolou who was standing ready and ready to attack, and laughed again:
"Why, are you still wondering where your Sword Immortal Sect Master went?
Hahahaha, this guy Li Yunxian is looking for death. He dared to pass through the Fengdu rift and go deep into the Nine Netherworld to try to find Di Huaiying.

Now that I am here, there is no way he can return to the human world!"

Bie Xiaolou and Xiaoqing were both shocked when they heard this.

However, as they were very familiar with their own leader, they did not doubt An Lushan's words, and some unreasonable but expected thoughts emerged in their minds.

As the only true immortal who has retained peak combat power after the demonic catastrophe, Li Yunxian is the most important pillar of the righteous world today.

No one could have imagined that under such circumstances, he would dare to use Fengdu to go deep into the Netherworld and search for the whereabouts of the Prime Minister, the Great Spiritual Officer of Mountains and Rivers.

But Bie Xiaolou knew very well that his master's ideas were always unusual.

In his opinion, instead of defending a corner and waiting for the demons to devour him, it would be better to take a big gamble while his fighting power is still intact.

If we can rescue the Prime Minister, the Great Spiritual Officer of Mountains and Rivers, and have one more True Immortal, there will definitely be hope for the world.

only……

Thinking of this, Bie Xiaolou couldn't help but shake his head. This decision was ultimately too rash.

Xiaoqing raised her head with all her strength and looked towards An Lushan, with a tenacious and unyielding look in her pupils.

Looking at the expressions of the man and the snake, An Lushan smiled even more happily, and a sense of satisfaction arose in his chest.

In fact, Li Yunxian did this extremely covertly.

Not only did no one in the entire Qingcheng Sword Sect know about this, but their own leader had already penetrated deep into the netherworld. Even the Five Directions Demon Sect knew nothing about this.

However, Li Yunxian did not expect that the Lord of Zizai had already revived, and had spent decades making arrangements in the Qingcheng Sword Sect. He had even reached a cooperation with the Southern Branch of the Demon to help him heal his wounds.

It was also because of this that the Demon Sect was able to discover his whereabouts and uncover the plan.

Xu Xing originally thought that the affairs of the Qingcheng Sword Sect were all planned and caused by the Demon Sect, but in fact it was just a counterattack against Li Yunxian's risky move.

However, although An Lushan seemed to be speaking without restraint, what he said was only to undermine the fighting spirit of Bie Xiaolou and Xiaoqing.

Of course, he would not tell the truth that would damage the image of the Demon Sect.

When Bie Xiaolou and Xiaoqing learned the truth and were about to lose all hope, An Lushan's huge head suddenly turned 180 degrees and shouted with angry eyes:
"Thieves!"

The sound was like a giant spirit beating a drum in the sky, and the entire Baili Fengdu was shaken.

An Lushan's beard and hair flew up, and one hundred and eighty long needles shot out, transforming into long black lines that completely enveloped and encompassed the seemingly empty void in front of him.

Each of these long lines is a "Li Ren Po Luo Magic Needle", which was finally developed by An Lushan after decades of hard work in order to deal with the Asuras, Hanba and Yakshas in northern China. It is specially designed to destroy the body and essence, and is vicious and powerful.

But suddenly, a pure golden light appeared in the void and condensed into a long line. It actually passed through the gaps between the 180 long needles!

An Lushan was stunned, and a bright red flame suddenly lit up on his chest. Although it was only a weak flame, the Western Demon still felt substantial pain.

He frowned, knowing that it was because his emotions were too unstable just now that the other party had the opportunity to take advantage of him. However, this person's attainments in emotional supernatural powers really frightened An Lushan.

One of the reasons why Li Linfu chose An Lushan was that this brave general of the frontier army, who was of Hu nationality, had such strong ambitions and desires in his heart that it was not only difficult to suppress, but impossible to suppress at all.

Once such a person enters the devil's sect, as long as he can pass the stage of the inner demon improvement method, he will surely make rapid progress, but he will also be controlled by the method of transformation and freedom for the rest of his life, and is truly the best puppet.

As the saying goes, "A ruler rises by this, and he will fall by this." Even though An Lushan has now become the Western Devil, he is still unable to change his nature and cannot escape the manipulation and control of this emotional power.

However, Xu Xing's magical powers were ultimately no match for Li Linfu, who was already a top-notch warrior at the True Immortal level. This only made An Lushan even more angry and resentful.

This kind of hostility and anger even made him give up his desire for Xiaoqing and Bie Xiaolou, and focus all his energy on Xu Xing.

How dare you, a mere junior, stir up my emotions? If I can't punish Li Linfu, how can I punish you? !
Once this thought came to his mind, even An Lushan himself could not suppress it. He stretched out both hands and hit Xu Xing with two "Lushan Claws", which seemed to penetrate the void of hundreds of feet and hit Xu Xing directly on the head.

Xu Xing's body shook, and he once again showed his full strength. He raised the "Purple Gold Bowl" with all his strength, using this treasure of Jinshan Temple to resist An Lushan's powerful force.

At the same time, he also sacrificed the "Zhenwu Haotian Mirror" under the "Purple Gold Bowl", unfolding the world in the mirror and the five secret realms in his body to consolidate the void around him so that it would not be shattered by An Lushan's blow.

An Lushan originally wanted to strike these two palms directly from Xu Xing's body to completely tear this ignorant and arrogant boy into pieces, but he did not expect that the little thief's self-created void was so stable.

Therefore, these two heavy blows from the two realms that were enough to kill any great immortal, or even injure a true immortal, ultimately only hit the purple gold bowl.

The "Purple Gold Bowl" is also a precious treasure that has been refined by the ancestors of Jinshan Temple for many years. Even in the fight between true immortals, it will not be easily damaged.

Even though An Lushan attacked in anger, he only left two deeply concave palm prints on the purple gold bowl, and made a powerful, dull, and far-reaching noise.

The sound waves spread all over the place, stirring up a gust of wind that blew Bie Xiaolou's sleeves. Although he didn't know who was coming to help, he seized the opportunity in time and rescued Xiaoqing.

Although Xu Xing used the purple gold bowl to try to block the attack, his three-headed, six-armed body was shaking violently and returning to its original form, and his green shirt was rustling.

An Lushan was about to take action when he saw Xu Xing's eyebrows suddenly light up, and from them came a sense of righteousness, brightness and magnificence, as if it were telling the way of the saints and a pure sword intent that cleansed the body and mind.

Bie Xiaolou had just led Xiaoqing to retreat three or four hundred feet when he sensed this extremely familiar sword intent.

Bie Xiaolou simply couldn't understand why Pei Zhengsheng's famous swordsmanship could be reproduced by this stranger, and reproduced so well?

He turned back in horror, only to see a bright sword light appear out of nowhere and shoot out from the purple gold bowl, with the power to hold up the sky and support the earth, and it hit An Lushan right between the eyebrows!
Bie Xiaolou suddenly thought of a sentence.

——When Heaven and Earth are in harmony, they will shape the way of Heaven and Earth and assist in the suitability of Heaven and Earth!
Bie Xiaolou had discussed swordsmanship with Pei Zhengsheng more than once, so he naturally knew that in his conception, in addition to the two major sword realms of "Zongjing" and "Yuandao", there were also the higher realms of "Fuxiang" and "Caicheng".

The sword realm that the old friend had never been able to complete was actually recreated in the hands of this young man. Who is he? !

No matter who it was, the results of this sword strike were truly displayed in front of Bie Xiaolou.

As the "Assistant Prime Minister"'s sword came out, An Lushan couldn't help but let out a slight cry of pain. The tough skin and flesh between his eyebrows also rolled to the sides, splitting a narrow wound, and blood burst out, turning into a raging fire.
This Western demon, who had been so arrogant and powerful since his arrival, was finally injured for the first time by Xu Xing's sword!
(End of this chapter)