Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

The entire city of Chang'an is now under martial law.

The Imperial Guards and the Demon Suppression Division, like combs, thoroughly inspected every market town and every street and alley.

The Yihonglou was completely sealed off, and the ground inside and out was dug up three feet deep.

The array master Mr. Luo, sent by the academy, followed the fluctuations and finally locked onto a dilapidated, nameless Taoist temple thirty miles outside the city.

However, when Liu Hongyan and Chen Shuo arrived with a large number of experts, the Taoist temple was already empty, with only some traces of the formation that had been hastily cleared away.

The trail went completely cold here.

"It's two-way transmission, and it's a targeted reception." After examining it, Mr. Luo's expression turned grave. "The methods are extremely sophisticated, and the resources they've used are considerable. I'm afraid the person they're really targeting is Old Mo."

Liu Hongyan's heart sank to the bottom. Even the last clue had been lost. In this vast sea of ​​people, where should she look for someone?

The news of Mr. Mo's disappearance quickly alarmed the higher-ups of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Just when Liu Hongyan and the others were at a loss, a terrifyingly powerful pressure quietly descended upon the headquarters of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Moments later, Chen Shuo was urgently summoned to the main hall.

In the hall, besides the two deputy commanders, there were two more people.

Both men were dressed in dark gold flowing cloud robes. One was thin and had a stern face, while the other was a smiling fat man who was playing with two ancient coins in his hand and looked harmless.

"The Left and Right Demon Suppressors!" Chen Shuo was shocked and quickly bowed.

Under the command of the Demon Suppression Division are the Left and Right Demon Suppression Envoys, who are top experts who truly suppress the nation's destiny and handle thorny issues. They hold a transcendent position and rarely show their faces.

These two men are only under the command of the chief commander, and no one has the right to interfere.

The commander of the Demon Suppression Division has always lived a secluded life and has not appeared in public for many years.

The fact that both of them have arrived shows how serious the situation is.

The fat man smiled and looked around at everyone, then sighed, "Old Luo has already gone to the palace to meet the Emperor. His Majesty is furious. In the capital of our Great Tang Dynasty, right under the Emperor's nose, a student has actually been kidnapped by the demon race, and his fate is unknown..."

"This is a slap in the face to the imperial court, a slap in the face to the Demon Suppression Bureau, and even more so a slap in the face to His Majesty."

He glanced at the group with a half-smile, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

"The commander has ordered that no effort be spared in order to find the person alive or dead. His Majesty has authorized that, if necessary, the power of the Mountain and River Cauldron can be used to monitor the world and trace back to the source."

The Left Demon Suppressor remained expressionless.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and the atmosphere in the hall became heavy.

At this moment, the battle situation on the Thirty-Three Heavens Map suddenly changed.

"It seems I have no choice but to use my real skills." Mo Wentian suddenly smiled leisurely, picked up his wine gourd, tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful.

As the wine entered his mouth, something inside him seemed to shatter with a "crack," and a vast and boundless aura erupted from his body.

His gray robe fluttered and rustled even without wind, and his messy black hair flew backwards strand by strand.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of intoxication, were now as clear as stars. Wherever their gaze fell, even the space itself seemed to tremble slightly, groaning under the weight of their presence.

The Qi Condensation Realm has reached its peak!

Moreover, it is infinitely close to the perfected stage of the Condensing Yuan Realm, which is the stage of entering the Dao.

"What?!"

Just as the white ape demon saint was about to pounce again, its massive body suddenly froze, its crimson eyes filled with disbelief and horror. "Could your injuries be fake?"

"No! That's absolutely impossible!"

"You were clearly injured by the Nine Nether Demon Flames back then, and your Dao foundation was damaged. How could you possibly still advance in the next level...?"

"That's because," Mo Wentian said indifferently, "I've already reached the late stage of the Condensation Realm. In recent years, I've simply added a lock to myself to suppress my injuries."

As the last word fell, Mo Wentian moved. He slowly raised his right hand and made a loose fist towards the White Ape Demon Saint.

"boom!"

In an instant, the White Ape Demon Saint felt the space around him completely solidify by a terrifying force.

Its speed, which it prides itself on, is as fragile as paper in the face of such an absolute power disparity.

"No--!"

The White Ape Demon Saint let out a desperate roar, frantically urging its demon core in an attempt to detonate the power of the Thirty-Three Heavens Diagram.

However, Mr. Mo simply opened his palm calmly, and in the air, a giant palm phantom formed by the power of space appeared out of thin air, and with an overwhelming force, it crashed down!

"Click—"

"Boom!"

The earth is shaking!

The entire space seemed about to collapse instantly under this palm strike!

The protective demonic light surrounding the white ape demon saint shattered instantly, and blood gushed from its mouth like a fountain. All the bones in its body made a teeth-grinding crackling sound, and it was unknown how many were broken.

But it was, after all, a demon saint, and protected by a sacred object. At the last moment, it decisively detonated half of its demon core, using that destructive power to forcibly break through the confinement of part of the space.

At the same time, he frantically activated the Thirty-Three Heavens Diagram. His figure blurred and twisted, and he actually risked damage to his own source to squeeze out from the edge of that palm strike. He turned into a dim blood light, tore through space, and fled for his life.

In an instant, it vanished into the horizon, leaving behind only a series of furious roars filled with endless resentment, echoing in the shattered space.

Mo Wentian slowly withdrew his palm, looked in the direction the White Ape Demon Saint had fled, and did not pursue him.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he coughed violently, with streaks of dark red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His powerful aura rapidly declined like a tide, making him even weaker than before.

Forcibly breaking the restriction and using the power of the laws made his current body unable to withstand it.

But at this moment, he couldn't bother to regulate his breathing. He immediately closed his eyes, and his vast spiritual sense spread out like flowing water, rapidly deducing the cause-and-effect connection between himself and Li Yuan in the dark.

"Southeast, three hundred miles away... That's it."

Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes, his figure blurred, and he transformed into a streak of light, tearing through space and fleeing rapidly.

……

Almost simultaneously, outside Chang'an City, in that desolate mountain Taoist temple.

Holding a bronze compass, Mr. Luo frowned as he walked around the ruins several times before finally stopping at what appeared to be an ordinary broken wall.

He bit his fingertip and used his blood essence to quickly write several runes on the compass, then slapped the back of the compass with his palm.

hum!

At the center of the compass, a thin silver line suddenly shot out and disappeared into the broken wall. Immediately afterwards, the ground trembled slightly, and circles of pale silver ripples spread out, like water ripples, vaguely outlining the contours of an extremely complex array.

"Found it!"

"It's a teleportation anchor point. Although the main array is destroyed, there are still spatial beacons remaining." Mr. Luo's spirits lifted. "Give me the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and I'll definitely be able to calculate its location."

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted, and they immediately guarded the surroundings, clearing the area. Mr. Luo sat down cross-legged, took out various array-setting artifacts, and began to fully deduce the formation.

……

The battle raged fiercely inside the dark, secret chamber.

Li Yuan was covered in blood, his blue robe had been stained dark red, and he had more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes on his body. The deepest one was on his left shoulder, where the bone was almost visible.

That was from Shadow Thirteen's short blade, which was coated with demonic poison. Waves of numbness kept coming, interfering with the flow of his true energy.