The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

"Dancing? Does the sect leader want to see me? I can, I can!"

"Oh, then jump and see. Don't stop until I say stop."

His tone was like that of a naughty child tricking a little sister into giving him candy.

Gu Xi was already seriously injured, and the blood under her feet had stained the ground red.

Wuxin wasn't even looking; he just felt that the snow was too clean today and needed some kind of decoration.

When the white-haired immortal arrived, Gu Xi was already unconscious.

He waved his hand, and immediately someone dragged Gu Xi, who was still breathing, away.

Soon, even the red snow was shoveled away completely.

Wuxin returned to being a pure and innocent little monk, as compassionate as the bright moon.

"Uncle Mo, this is just the beginning, but Wuxin feels so tired."

The white-haired immortal Mo Qixuan fell silent for a long time before finally speaking: "This is your fate. You have no choice; you can't escape it."

I gazed at the moon in the sky without a care in the world, the poem still seemingly echoing in my ears.

"The sun shines on the summit of Kunlun, and green mountains are seen in the desolate sea."

The long wind brings back the swallows, and the one who sees you will never return! "

Now, he has his own world, but he has not yet seen the ends of the earth.

After a long while, he withdrew his compassionate gaze and transformed into the cold and aloof Master of the Outer Heavens Sect.

"Since we can't escape, let's not try to escape."

From this day forward, anyone who dares to defy the Heavenly Outer Heaven will be killed!

Some stubborn chronic illnesses require a bloodbath!

"I will obey the sect leader's command!"

A deadly aura filled the air in Tianwaitian, and that night, Yulinling was in turmoil.

Wuxin knew very well that if he wanted to rectify Tianwaitian as soon as possible, he could not afford to be soft-hearted in the slightest.

If he is soft-hearted, then in the end, he may be the one who dies.

This was destined to be a life-or-death struggle.

After all, he was reluctant to die; he still wanted to go to that world of martial arts, the world of Wuxin, not Ye Anshi.

(This is not meant to be cruel to Wuxin; subduing Tianwaitian is also part of Wuxin's growth experience.)

Chapter 85 Divine Thunder from the Nine Heavens, Shaking Boundless Paradise for Ten Thousand Miles

"The Four Madmen of the Paradise Pavilion, ranked in the west, with Yao Liangsheng, the Madman of Music, challenging Qingcheng with his sword!"

At the foot of Mount Qingcheng, the moon is bright and the stars are few, with the sound of rustling pines.

Yao Liangsheng, holding a jade flute, took off his bamboo hat and casually tossed it onto a nearby bamboo stalk.

Dao Kuang Nangong Lieyang is dead, not even a trace remains.

This was said by the Venerable Bodhisattva, so it must be true.

The Venerable Bodhisattva also said that Mount Qingcheng has great fortune. If Mount Qingcheng can be subdued, then the Paradise Pavilion will surely transform the entire world into a Pure Land of Bliss.

The Venerable Bodhisattva also said that in Qingcheng Mountain, there is an unparalleled divine sword that contains supreme sword intent and carries the destiny of the Qingcheng sect.

If one can obtain this sword, it will be a great achievement, worthy of being named an Arhat.

Yao Liangsheng almost drooled when he thought of the captivating figure of the Venerable Sage Bodhisattva.

He did a lot of research, and now there are only six old men left who are masters of Qingcheng Mountain.

They were collectively known as the Six Great Masters.

These six True Immortals are just a gimmick; their actual strength is basically hovering around the Nine Heavens or Soaring Clouds realm, making them utterly vulnerable.

"Who is it that has no sense of public decency, asking about a sword so late at night instead of sleeping?"

"The Four Madmen of the Paradise Pavilion? That's a really damn arrogant name. Even my Crocodile Gang isn't that big... Sorry to bother you!"

The town at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain is getting bigger and bigger.

Countless wanderers in the martial world.

Some people were woken up by the noise, and after grumbling and cursing, they quickly went back inside, closed the doors and windows, and even covered themselves with blankets.

They can't afford to mess with this guy.

On Mount Qingcheng, several old men were gathered together, each with an angry expression on their face.

"It's settled then, no one is allowed to mess around this time, we'll decide the winner by rock-paper-scissors."

"If anyone tries to renege again, I'll have to wash all our Taoist robes for the whole year."

"Okay, it's settled then."

"Hurry up, I just broke through a barrier a few days ago and I need this battle. I'm the youngest, so please let me have it."

"Bullshit! You just broke through? Who didn't just break through?"

It's rare to find someone so foolish as to come to Qingcheng to challenge a swordsman, and the murderous intent he exuded even scared away the squirrels hanging on the eaves.

The visitor is not friendly.

"Wait a minute, why is there a squirrel hanging on your eaves?"

"Is it any of your business! Are you still going to guess or not?"

Where's my sword? Who hid it?

Ever since Zhou Huanzhen sent strongmen to open up the mountain, the reputation of Qingcheng Mountain has spread far and wide.

Even when skilled swordsmen occasionally challenged him, they always maintained a humble attitude, arriving and leaving respectfully. Even if they were beaten, they were grateful and said that the senior had given them excellent guidance.

But the number of truly skilled individuals who deserve their full attention is extremely limited.

It made them all feel very guilty.

Now we've finally got a decent one, and it just so happens that the other two aren't in the mountains. Isn't this a golden opportunity delivered to our doorstep?

What if you lose?

I hadn't really thought about that. The Azure Sky Sword is still here, and that's a guarantee.

Of course, this is used to deal with evil and crooked practices, and it doesn't count as cheating.

"Alright, you can all rest now. I am the acting sect leader, so it is my duty to handle this kind of matter."

Yin Changsong, carrying the Qingxiao Sword on his back and holding his own sword in his hand, slowly walked out.

He looked down the mountain, his gaze serious.

"Senior Brother Changsong, what's wrong? Is something amiss?"

Yin Changsong stroked his beard: "This man's body is filled with a bloodthirsty aura, but strangely enough, within this bloodthirsty aura, there is also the true meaning of Buddhist compassion. It is truly extremely strange."

Since none of you are asleep, why don't you go and check it out together, and help me cover for them?

I've never heard of that name before.

In Snow Moon City, at the highest point of the Moon-Viewing Pavilion, the eaves and brackets seem to spread their wings as if about to take flight.

Zhou Zhen was lying on the roof when Zhao Yuzhen, who had settled everyone, flew up and stood in front of him, looking towards the direction of Qingcheng Mountain.

"The power emanating from this person is quite strange."

He seemed to mutter something to himself, and Zhou Zhen, with his eyes half-open, yawned.

"Heh, it's just a cheap imitation created by that Heavenly Demoness."

It is not the Tao, not the Buddha, not the demon.

Even this strength of his was borrowed.

Ha, Master Uncle is still going strong! That sword strike was truly spectacular. Oh, that arrogant fellow is finished.

Ha, my senior brother is really ruthless.

The Bliss Pavilion has tested us time and again; it would seem impolite not to return the favor.

"Alright then, with a single thought, you can command 30,000 miles of wind and clouds. Junior brother, today I will impart another technique to you: Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"

Zhao Yuzhen was slightly taken aback, but then she saw a huge phantom appear behind Zhou Zhenhuan.

His body was surrounded by pure energy, and he held a sword in his left hand, saying: Heaven and Earth.

The right hand holds the Daoist teachings, which are said to encompass all living beings.

The Yin and Yang energies behind his head form a Tai Chi symbol that rotates endlessly. He stands on the Nine Spirits, adorned with the sun, moon, and stars, and surrounded by thunder.

Zhao Yuzhen was slightly startled: "The primordial spirit is born, following the laws of heaven and earth?"

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled lightly: "I suppose so. This world has many limitations, so it's just a phantom and can't be solidified."

However, it's enough!

Zhou Zhenhuan raised his hand, and the Dharma body behind him also raised its hand.

"The winds and clouds stir in the heavens, and divine thunder vanquishes the demonic forces."

The heavens are vast and boundless, and pure energy fills the universe!

"Demonic thunder from the heavens, so be it!"

A seemingly ominous Taoist chant echoed throughout heaven and earth.

Zhao Yuzhen felt a sudden surge of pure energy in the world, and thunderclouds rolling in the sky.

A bolt of purple lightning seemed to traverse space in an instant, landing in the far west.

"Senior brother, what is that?"

"The Paradise Pavilion, that Heavenly Demoness must be insane. I don't go looking for her, but she keeps bothering me."

"If I don't teach her a lesson, she'll really think I, Zhou, am a pushover."

The Westernmost Realm, the Paradise Pavilion.

The Heavenly Demoness Venerable Bodhisattva is helping believers cultivate the Heavenly Demon Great Joy, the Unobstructed Assembly, where the ground is littered with debris.

But everyone's faces were full of joy and satisfaction.

At that moment, Zunxian seemed to sense a great terror from the darkness, and suddenly looked up, his eyes turning blood red.

Like a thunderclap out of nowhere, everyone present instantly bled from their seven orifices, clearly beyond saving.

Zunxian was shocked and spat out a Buddhist bead that was half black and half gold.

The Buddhist beads emitted boundless light, forming a golden bell that enveloped the entire Bliss Pavilion.

"duang!"

With a deafening roar, divine thunder descended from the heavens, shattering the golden bell in its wake.

The Pleasure Pavilion was instantly reduced to dust.

Zhou Zhenhuan raised an eyebrow at this moment: "Hmm? Interesting. The Heavenly Demon is formless and shapeless, which makes it a bit difficult to deal with."

Zhao Yuzhen was lost in thought when she saw the power of the divine thunder and remained in a daze for a long time.

"Senior brother, I want to learn this!"

Wait, that Heavenly Demon Princess isn't dead?

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "They escaped. That Demon Buddha relic was indeed a treasure. After all, it was a Buddha."

I underestimated the power of that relic; my strike was somewhat hasty.

Zhao Yuzhen stared at Zhou Huanzhen, her lips twitching.

Across thousands of miles, a divine lightning bolt shattered someone's hometown. Is that what you call casual?

Well, my senior brother is so strong that he always leaves me feeling utterly hopeless.

"Senior brother, did the Heavenly Demoness also enter the Divine Travel realm?"