Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 67: The righteous path is in crisis, and the evil cult is surrounding it!
As Chen Qiye was being repelled, a group of senior members of the righteous sect immediately stood at the forefront. In the distance, a blood-red light flashed, and a figure appeared out of thin air. Then, there was a commotion in the nearby woods, and several people emerged in scattered groups.

In the woods behind them, countless footsteps were heard at the same time. No one knew how many people were hiding there. But looking at the dozens of people who walked out, they were all members of the Demon Cult.

Chen Qiye struggled to stand up from Lu Xueqi's arms, and saw that the person standing in the front was the Ghost King, and there were three people beside him: one was a bald old man, one was a fierce-looking dwarf, and the other was a pale-faced scholar.

Taoist Cangsong glanced at Tian Buyi and the others, his eyes twitching slightly as he snorted coldly, "Great, great, you old guys are finally coming out of the mountains one by one."

The Ghost King smiled without saying a word, showing no tension at all as he faced a powerful enemy. He slowly walked to the pale-faced scholar and looked into his eyes.

"Old dog Cangsong, do you still remember your grandfather?" A hoarse voice came out, and it was the dwarf who spoke.

Cangsong sneered and said, "Monster, do you still remember that sword strike from that year?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the dwarf's face contorted. He nodded slowly, then slashed his chest diagonally from his left shoulder to the lower right. He said viciously, "I haven't forgotten. I didn't expect you to remember too. That's great. I'll naturally return this blow to you."

Cangsong snorted and ignored him, turning his gaze to the two people who had been standing beside him with calm expressions.

"Junior Brother Qiye, are you okay?" Tian Buyi looked at Chen Qiye and asked.

"I was careless for a moment, it's just a minor injury. Uncle Tian, ​​who are these people?" Chen Qiye shook his head and said.

Tian Buyi's expression was not good either, and he frowned as he said, "That dwarf is called Bai Duzi, from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect of the Demonic Cult; that bald old man is the Duanmu Patriarch of Jieshi Mountain... I've never seen that pale-faced scholar either."

As Chen Qiye was asking, the righteous and evil sides had already begun a heated exchange of words. From the beginning to the end, the topic revolved almost entirely around "Wan Jianyi." However, when they humiliated Wan Jianyi, the faces of the righteous elders turned grim, especially Cangsong and Su Ru, as they knew Wan Jianyi was still alive.

Chen Qiye's expression was also unhappy. Although Wan Jianyi wasn't his master, he still had the grace to teach him. When he looked up, he saw Bi Yao slowly appearing behind the Ghost King, staring at him from afar.

Lu Xueqi obviously saw Bi Yao as well, but only for a moment before she retracted her gaze and looked at Chen Qiye again.

"You are worthy enough to insult Uncle Wan!" Chen Qiye snorted coldly, and the Qiu Shui Wuhen sword in his hand drew sharp arcs with his movements. A thick sword energy flew out of the sword, like a roaring dragon, rushing towards the pale-faced scholar opposite with rolling momentum.

The pale-faced scholar showed no sign of panic. He simply raised his right hand, a faint azure light flashing from his palm as he faced the oncoming dragon of sword energy. In an instant, that seemingly gentle hand erupted with a tremendous force, like an invisible mountain pressing down upon the sword energy.

Under the crushing force, the sturdy sword dragon began to flicker, its roar instantly suppressed. Then, the pale-faced scholar abruptly clenched his fingers, as if grasping a physical object. The sword dragon let out a resentful roar before being crushed into countless tiny fragments of light that dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Young man, you are very good, but you are still a little worse than me." The pale-faced scholar nodded and said.

Taoist Cangsong frowned slightly, then took a step forward and said coldly, "Who exactly are you? How did this Qiankun Qingguang Ring, which has been missing for a thousand years, end up in your hands?"

"What, Qiankun Qingguang Ring?" Everyone present was shocked.

After a while, the pale-faced scholar smiled and said, "I am just an unknown young man, serving as a vanguard under the command of the Ghost King Sect Leader."

The Ghost King stood behind him, smiled and shook his head, saying, "Brother Long, you are too modest."

Bai Duzi and Patriarch Duanmu on the side were also looking at the pale-faced scholar whom the Ghost King called "Brother Dragon".

Bai Duzi then turned to the Ghost King and said, "Master Ghost King, we have never seen this brother before. We wonder when such a great master appeared in the Ghost King Sect?"

The Ghost King smiled and said, "Brother Bai Du Dao, our Ghost King Sect is a small sect of the Holy Religion, so naturally we cannot compare to your Wan Du Sect."

"Master, you are joking. Who doesn't know that the Ghost King Sect is in its heyday now? But we have never met Brother Long before, and we really want to meet him." Bai Duzi nodded and said.

The Ghost King glanced at Bai Duzi and smiled, saying, "Brother Dao, you're right. We'll be seeing each other more often in the future anyway. You should know that under the previous Ghost King, there were four great sage envoys, right?"

Bai Duzi's expression changed, but Patriarch Duanmu lost his voice and said, "What? Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise are still alive?"

The pale-faced scholar bowed slightly to the crowd and said with a smile, "Hello everyone, I am Qinglong."

The reaction from the righteous sect wasn't intense, but Bai Duzi and other members of the Demon Sect were all shocked. Qinglong sighed, turned to the Ghost King and smiled, "I'm still old after all. Look at those young righteous men across from me. They all have doubts on their faces. Most of them haven't heard of me."

The Ghost King laughed and said, "Brother Long, why worry so much? We are newcomers and are often surprised by what we have seen. As long as time passes, Brother Long's name will surely become a world-renowned name again."

The scene suddenly became quiet. Most of the righteous people frowned and were alert, while the evil cult had their own ulterior motives.

The Ghost King and Qinglong stood there. Qinglong whispered something. The Ghost King smiled and shook his head, glancing at Chen Qiye inadvertently.

Tian Buyi and Taoist Cangsong looked at each other and saw the intention of retreat in each other's eyes. They were about to discuss with others from other sects when suddenly, screams came from behind them.

Several young disciples of the righteous sect who were standing behind him stumbled out of the darkness, seriously injured and covered in blood, shouting hoarsely, "There are people from the Demon Sect behind us!"

Countless shrill laughs echoed in the forest behind them, and the faces of Tian Buyi and the others changed drastically. Ever since the Ghost King and his companions appeared, everyone's attention had been drawn to these old monsters. Unexpectedly, the members of the Demon Cult secretly sent people to outflank them and take the initiative to attack.

At that moment, the forest shone with light, and countless magical weapons flew out. The righteous people all used their magic weapons to fight back. However, under this unexpected attack, the demon sect members were more numerous than they had imagined. In just a moment, the righteous people were at a disadvantage.

Taoist Cangsong had a gloomy expression on his face. Before he could make any move, Baiduzi and Patriarch Duanmu in front of him pounced on him together.

Bai Duzi looked ferocious and roared, "You dog Taoist priest, give me your life!"

Taoist Cangsong did not dare to underestimate this old monster and had to engage in battle. At the same time, Tian Buyi also took the opportunity to attack and met Patriarch Duanmu.

Su Ru stood on the ground with a frown on her face. The righteous side was clearly at a disadvantage at the moment. The Ghost King and Azure Dragon of the Demon Cult had yet to take action, and no one knew how many members of the Demon Cult were hiding in the dark. The situation was worrying.

"I really think you are invincible. Look at my Zhuxian Sword Formation!" Chen Qiye said disdainfully and flew into the air.

"Neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, it was once hidden beneath Mount Xumi. Without the reversal of yin and yang to refine it, how could it not be tempered by water and fire? Immortal Slayer's power is devastating, immortals are slain, and immortal traps emit red light everywhere. The transformations of the Exterminator are infinite and wondrous. The blood of the Great Luo Immortal stains his clothes. The Immortal Slayer Sword Formation... rises!"

Following Chen Qiye's roar, four rays of light from the Zhuxian Sword Formation shot up into the sky, shooting towards the east, south, west, and north. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the originally dim night sky was now filled with four completely different yet equally sharp sword energies.

The four sword energies, having reached their limit, suddenly turned back, interweaving with each other at a dizzying speed, enveloping everyone on both sides of good and evil in the blink of an eye. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was cut with a sharp whistling sound, as if the very space was being torn apart.

The Demon Cult erupted in an uproar. Bai Duzi, who had been ferociously charging at Cangsong Taoist, paused, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He hadn't expected Chen Qiye to unleash such a terrifying sword formation. Elder Duanmu also paused his attack on Tian Buyi, looking up at the flickering, crisscrossing sword energy, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"All laws are destroyed! Ten thousand swords are slain!"

As Chen Qiye finished speaking, the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation erupted completely. Sword Qi was seen flying through the air like spirit snakes. Wherever it passed, the members of the Demon Sect screamed in agony. Some had their limbs cut off by the sword Qi, while others were sucked into the vortex of sword Qi and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The Ghost King and Azure Dragon watched from a distance, frowning. Azure Dragon shook his head slightly and sighed, "This little fellow is truly gifted. If he had been born twenty years earlier, the world wouldn't be what it is today."

The Ghost King's expression was calm, but his gaze was fixed on the raging Immortal Executioner Sword Formation. He said, "This sword formation is quite interesting. It's obviously not the one from the Qingyun Sect. It must be his own creation."

"But his current cultivation level is not enough to maintain such a large formation. It will collapse on its own in thirty seconds at most." Qinglong nodded and said.

Under the terrifying pressure of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, the demonic cultists were thrown into chaos. Chen Qiye hovered in mid-air, his spiritual energy surging through his body, maintaining the sword formation with all his might. The sword energy was like a deadly blade, reaping the lives of the demonic cultists. Blood splattered in the night sky, and screams and roars mingled and echoed.

Thirty seconds passed in a flash. Just as Qinglong had predicted, Chen Qiye, limited by his cultivation, could no longer sustain the immense spiritual energy consumed by the Zhu Xian Sword Formation. As the Zhu Xian Sword Formation's light dimmed, Chen Qiye's figure swayed, his face turning unusually pale. He struggled to slowly descend from mid-air, his body trembling slightly as his feet touched the ground.

"Sure enough, my cultivation is too low." Chen Qiye thought to himself.

As soon as Chen Qiye landed, Lu Xueqi rushed forward to support him, her eyes full of worry: "Qiye, how are you?"

Chen Qiye forced a smile and said softly, "It's okay, it's just that I've consumed too much spiritual energy. I just need to rest for a while."

At this point, although the Demon Cult had been severely damaged by the Zhuxian Sword Formation, many remnants still held out. Bai Duzi and Patriarch Duanmu took advantage of the sword formation's dissipation to attack Taoist Cangsong and Tian Buyi once again. For a moment, the sound of magical weapons clashing was incessant, and the two sides descended into an even more intense melee.

(End of this chapter)