Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1222 Divine Edge
Blood splattered, and rotten mud and broken bones fell from the sky. All of them were the essence of the Dharma body of a generation of Dragon Lord. They were not filthy, but instead flowed with a mysterious radiance.

He's dead!

In an instant, all eyes watching the battlefield were filled with intense shock. The surrounding world was silent, and no one dared to use their divine sense.

As the instigator of all this, Ancestor Tingyou frowned. The sky-covering hand slowly dissipated, transforming back into a vast and chaotic halo of light that hung behind his head. Then, he rubbed his fingers together, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes: "Something feels off. Something escaped."

"What method is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wisdom in Master Tingyou's eyes began to shine, as if he had grasped a clue, but it was so blurry that it was difficult to see it clearly.

There are few things in the world that he doesn't understand, but the only reason someone can snatch someone from his subordinates is unknown and could only be due to a difference in rank.

"Boom."

The next second, a heavy and powerful thunderclap resounded within the cave, and dark clouds filled the sky where it rolled, followed by a light drizzle.

Amidst the torrential rain, a dark dragon shadow darted through the clouds, filled with intense rage. Its scattered flesh and blood rapidly reassembled under the power of its resurrection, transforming into countless crimson clouds that swirled around its body. In no time, the figure of the Cangjiang Dragon Lord once again perched in the sky.

"I knew it wasn't over yet!"

"If the Dragon Lord of Cangjiang were so easy to kill, where would the overseas demons have gotten the courage to invade the inland and compete with the Dao Court for destiny? They would have been driven back into the sea by us long ago."

For a moment, many True Lords breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he was a great True Lord, and the fact that he was so easily crushed by one hand was too shocking; almost no one wanted to believe it.

However, only the Dragon King of the Cangjiang River knew the truth:

'I just... I really died!'

The dragon's body was crushed, and normally even its soul would not be able to escape. However, it cultivated the Ancestral Dragon Method, was born holy, and its life had long been entrusted to the Immortal Pivot.

Therefore, even if the physical body is shattered and the soul is destroyed, as long as the Immortal Pivot itself is not destroyed, or if the life force entrusted to it is forcibly extracted, he can be reborn with the help of the heavens. However, the most troublesome thing is that there are still very strict restrictions on this.

What just happened?

The Dragon Lord of Cangjiang was deeply shocked, but he could not recall his battle with Ancestor Tingyou at all. He only knew that he had already died once.

It's not even just him.

At this moment, all the cultivators who had just watched the battle also lost their memories of it, and no one remembered how Cangjianglong had died.

This is also a shortcoming of the recovery.

In short, it's like erasing the "cause" of death from history and exchanging it for the "effect" of survival, thus achieving a powerful resurrection.

However, since there is no cause and effect, the related memories will naturally disappear as well, and there is nowhere to search for them, nor is it possible to search for them. Otherwise, once the cause of his death is found, the corresponding effect will reappear, and he will surely die on the spot!

'run! ’

Without any hesitation, Cangjiang Longjun turned and ran. A Great True Lord who could kill him in a short time was almost a Celestial Bridge level cultivator.

"Anyway, my brother has already found another way. If this path is blocked, I'll just try another one. If this person dares to chase after me, it'll be perfect timing for me to join forces with my brother and the Six Dragon Lords. Then we'll figure out a way to get revenge. It's not advisable to fight head-on now. A wise person knows when to yield."

In an instant, the thunder faded into the distance.

The Dragon Lord of Cangjiang fled in terror, completely abandoning his previous domineering and forceful manner. He quickly escaped, and Ancestor Tingyou did not stop him, watching him leave.

"Senior, please be cautious."

Suo Huan's figure quietly appeared behind Ancestor Ting You and whispered, "This dragon is ferocious. If we don't keep it, there may be trouble later."

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Tingyou shook his head, his expression strange.
"It's alright, it's heading to the area that Fellow Daoist Ye is responsible for guarding."

"They probably won't be coming back."

At this point, he shook his head and sighed, "It would be better if I captured him; at least it would be easier, since I'm not good at fighting." "Fellow Daoist Ye is different."

The wind lifts the rosy clouds, and the clouds change shape.

Using the mysteries of the Cloud Han Immortal, the Cangjiang Dragon Lord rushed swiftly within the cave, quickly approaching the Old Dragon Lord through the bloodline connection between the Dragon Lords.

Before long, another palace came into view.

As the distance closed, the sensation emanating from the [Water Element] immediately made the Cangjiang Dragon Lord realize: 'Big Brother is summoning us back to our positions'

how so?

Could it be that the Heaven-Mending Sect has come knocking on their door? Or have they encountered an opponent here that requires them to join forces to deal with? The Dragon Lord of the Cangjiang River grew increasingly solemn.

Despite this, he was not afraid. He immediately activated his profound magic and responded to the old dragon king's call. Beside him, the rain dragon king and the Huaihe dragon king also sensed it at the same time. The three dragon kings instantly transformed into three streams of light, passed through layers of palaces, and finally landed on a jade platform.

"Big brother!"

Before one's eyes, the figure of the Old Dragon Lord stood before the jade platform, now revealing his true form, his aura spreading out throughout the heavens and earth.

"Bless me."

A slightly high-pitched voice came, and the three dragon lords dared not resist. They immediately merged their energy with that of the old dragon lord, and the profound mysteries of the three fruit positions emerged.

Then the Dragon King of the Cangjiang River saw the scene on the jade platform.

For a moment, its gaze almost froze.

On the vast jade platform, a boundless mist of water filled the sky, circling the heavens and connecting head to tail, together surrounding a majestic dragon corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Qujian Longjun.

The dragon's body, stretching across the vast plains, was beheaded. The majestic dragon head, as imposing as a mountain, vividly conveyed fear, leaning against its own corpse.

But it didn't die.

Yes, despite being separated from his body and head, and despite losing all his mysteries, the Dragon Lord of Qujian did not die. Because he did not die, there was no way for him to be resurrected.

They can't even commit suicide.

Because at this moment, the only part of its body that could move was its head, this bizarre scene made Cangjiang Dragon Lord feel a chill to the bone.

Oh no, I think I came to the wrong place.

There's something even more amazing here!

Immediately afterward, past the half-dead corpse of his own brother, the Dragon Lord of the Cangjiang River finally saw a figure, which appeared extremely small in front of the dragon corpse.

Yet this tiny figure caused Cangjiang Longjun's pupils to shrink sharply, and for a moment he could not take his eyes off the long sword in the hand. He saw that the hilt was inlaid with the Big Dipper array pattern, the handle was wrapped with five-colored silk to attract thunder, the scabbard was wrapped with the leather of a black tortoise carrying a diagram, and the ears of Taiyi green quinoa were tied with grains.

The sword's name is "Never Kill".

Above the figure's head, a magnificent light converged, transforming into densely packed Daoist runes, in the form of dragon and phoenix symbols, swirling around the figure.
[The position of the Xuanwu Protector of Destiny].

"Fellow Daoist, are you ready?"

The Demon-Subduing Immortal held his longsword upside down, calmly looking at the Old Dragon King. The Old Dragon King, seeing this, took a deep breath and slowly gave his answer:

"bring it on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon-Slaying Immortal nodded slightly and said, "Then it will be as we said before. Fellow Daoist, take my sword. If you perish, all the Dragon Lords will perish!"

(End of this chapter)