Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 214: The Sword That Opened the Gate of Heaven, So Terrifying

Changshengtang!
The battle in which Changshengtang attacked Qingyunmen ten years ago suffered the heaviest casualties among the four major sects of the Demon Cult, and almost all the masters in the sect were killed or injured.

All the masters in the Shangqing realm also died, such as Elder Zhou Yin who had reached the Shangqing realm.

Today, in the Changsheng Hall, which was once ranked among the four major sects of the Demon Cult, only the hall master Yu Yangzi has the cultivation level of the Shangqing realm.

Moreover, one of his arms was cut off by Taoist Daoxuan's sword energy, and his strength was greatly affected.

The sect's chief elder is temporarily Meng Ji, the chief elder of the ninth level of Yuqing.

After the strength of Changshengtang declined greatly, Yuyangzi was worried about being swallowed up by the other three sects, so he moved his sect to the outskirts of the Western Swamp ten years ago.

In the Changsheng Hall Ancestral Hall, Yuyangzi knelt in front of the tablets of the ancestors, holding three incense sticks in his hands and bowing devoutly.

After bowing three times, Yu Yangzi stared at the tablets of the ancestors with his sinister eyes and said:

"My fellow ancestors, the strength of the Changsheng Hall has greatly declined. I am afraid that it will be swallowed up by the Changsheng Hall of the Ghost King Sect of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect sooner or later."

"Therefore, this time the rare treasure is about to appear in the world. As long as we obtain the rare treasure, the strength of our sect will be greatly increased. At that time, we will not be afraid of the other three sects, and we may even have the opportunity to annex the other three sects."

"So, this time, Changshengtang is determined to obtain this rare treasure."

Suddenly, Yu Yangzi heard footsteps outside the ancestral hall and quickly stood up.

After a while, the great elder Meng Ji came in, looked at Yu Yangzi who had his back to him, bowed slightly, clasped his hands and said:

"Master, the fish has taken the bait. We in Changsheng Hall showed weakness before, but it was actually the disciples of the three righteous sects who led us into the bottomless pit."

"We killed several disciples of the Ghost King Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect before, and framed both sides. The Ghost King Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect almost fought in Dawang Village."

"And the Hehuan Sect, led by the wonderful young master Jin Ping'er, watched the battle from the sidelines, hoping to reap the benefits."

"Now, the Third Young Master has entered the swamp, and it is not found that he brought any people with him."

When Yu Yangzi heard this, his sinister eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Now it seems that everything is going according to his plan.

Although the strength of his Changshengtang has greatly declined, it is still one of the four sects of the Demon Cult and still has 800 disciples.

There are only three disciples from the three righteous sects, and they can kill the enemy even if they pile up together.

Moreover, although he lost an arm and his strength was damaged, his Taoism had reached the eighth level of Shangqing.

Even though the true disciples of those three sects were extremely talented, only Lu Xueqi reached the Shangqing level ten years ago.

Ten years later, Lu Xueqi was at most at the third level of the Qing Dynasty. Even when Xiao Yicai and others besieged him, he had already set up a formation in advance.

With his profound Taoism and the power of the formation, even if the true disciples of the three sects besieged him, Yu Yangzi would not be afraid at all.

Thinking of this, Yu Yangzi turned around, looked at Meng Ji with sinister eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"You take one hundred disciples to guard the hall. There is a defensive formation engraved in the hall. No one can break through the formation unless they are the Ghost King, the Poison God, or Madam San Miao."

"And I led seven hundred disciples to the bottomless pit and killed all the disciples of the three righteous sects..."

Meng Ji heard this, with worry in his eyes, and said:
"Hall Master, although we have not found any disciples of the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, or the Hehuan Sect entering the swamp, only the Third Young Master went in alone."

"But those three young masters are definitely not ordinary people. Each of them is the strongest disciple of the younger generation in the sect. If we leave them alone in the swamp, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"I suggest that the Second Elder Meng Yuan lead a hundred disciples to guard against the Third Young Master."

"Humph!" Yu Yangzi snorted coldly and said:
“Although there are only 300 disciples in total from the three righteous sects, they are all elite disciples. If I only bring 500 disciples, I’m afraid I won’t be a match for the 300 disciples.”

“As for the Demon Cult’s Third Young Master, Ghost Emperor, Qin Wuyan, and Jin Ping’er, let’s ignore them for now. As long as we obtain the rare treasure, then our Changsheng Hall will not be afraid of the Third Young Master, let alone the three sects of the Demon Cult.”

"Yes, Hall Master!" Meng Ji responded immediately, but there was worry in his eyes.

He had long heard that the three princes of the Demon Cult were unparalleled in strength, especially the Blood Prince Ghost Emperor. He had witnessed the battle on Qingyun Mountain ten years ago with his own eyes.

The Ghost Emperor used his sword alone to severely injure dozens of elite disciples from Qingyun Tongtian Peak who had used the power of the formation. He even fought against the five Qingyun Shangqing elders alone with his sword and killed the Great Elder of Qingyun.

There was also the sword that opened the sky gate, which was so terrifying that it made him feel terrified at the time and left him with a psychological trauma to this day.

Now that ten years have passed, Meng Ji feels that even if the Ghost Emperor's strength has not reached the level of Hall Master Yu Yangzi, it is probably not much different.

If such a powerful Ghost Emperor, together with the Poison Master Qin Wuyan and the Wonderful Master Jin Ping'er, were left alone, I'm afraid...

It seems that even after the battle ten years ago, even though Changsheng Hall paid a heavy price, and although the hall master has become much more cautious, he still cannot change his arrogant nature.

Thinking of this, Meng Ji said courageously:

"Master," In this situation, there is only one way to go. "

"That means giving up the rare treasure. We just need to hide in the Changsheng Hall and let the three righteous sects and the three evil sects take the rare treasure. When that happens, the six righteous and evil sects will surely hurt each other in order to seize the rare treasure."

"If both the good and evil factions are defeated, we can reap the benefits."

Upon hearing this, Yu Yangzi stared at Meng Ji with a deep gaze, a terrifying murderous intent emerged from his body, and he said murderously:

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Meng Ji felt the fierce evil spirit coming at him, and immediately knelt on the ground and said:

"Master, Meng Ji doesn't dare."

Seeing this, Yu Yangzi said in a deep voice:
"Remember, there won't be a next time, otherwise... I'll kill you!"

Meng Ji quickly responded fearfully: "Yes, Master!"

Seeing this, Yu Yangzi said in a deep voice:
"I will lead 700 disciples to the bottomless pit, and you will lead 100 disciples to activate the formation and make sure to guard the headquarters."

After saying that, Changshengtang walked out of the ancestral temple, looked at the seven hundred Changshengtang disciples outside, and showed his skills.

In the darkness of the night, a massive crowd of people suddenly sneaked into the night.

The next day!

On the outskirts of the swamp, Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan were walking in the swamp.

The Great Western Swamp is vast, stretching for thousands of miles.

The swamp is full of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, filled with miasma and full of dangers. Ordinary people dare not enter it at all. If they force their way in, they will only die.

"Boom...boom..."

Suddenly, thunder roared in the dark cloudy sky.

After a while, heavy rain fell.

Xiao Huan looked at the heavy rain, scanned it with her smart eyes, and shouted:

"Grandpa, let's go take shelter under that big tree."

"Yeah!" Zhou Yixian responded, and ran to the big tree with Xiaohuan.

However, the rain was very heavy and every leaf on the tree was covered with rain water. There was no way to hide from the heavy rain.

"Chiji...jiji..."

Just then, a monkey's cry was heard.

Xiaohuan looked and saw Xiaohui, the monkey she had seen in Dawang Village more than ten days ago, running towards her quickly.

Xiaohuan knew that Xiaohui was Zhang Xiaofan's spiritual pet, so she quickly reached out and hugged Xiaohui into her arms, and stretched out her white hands to cover Xiaohui's head to protect it from the rain.

(End of this chapter)