Chapter 303 Ascension to Qingyun
Rage erupted.
As the blood mist was cut into a flat and straight gap, above the sky, the blood mist was deep, and a group of red shadows a hundred times deeper than the sky, which looked like a blood cell, slowly flew to the sky above the sea of clouds platform, Facing the direction of the gap, there was a roar like an abyss demon.
Blood mist roared, Qiqi rushed towards the gap, seeing that the sky above his head was about to be refilled by the thick blood mist, Tian Buyi didn't hesitate at all, and said decisively, "Back!"
In an instant, dozens of streams of light flew towards the end of the gap, and in the depths of the blood mist, Shura stretched out his arms with a ferocious expression, and lumps of flesh and blood on the mountain wall burst at the same time, gathering into a giant scaled claw in the dense fog , set off a monstrous wave of blood, and turned to everyone who was about to escape the range of the blood mist.
At this moment, the distance from the gap that was about to close was still ten feet away, but the blood wave created by the giant claws had already chased behind him, and it was about to drown the disciples of the two last sects, Tian Buyi suddenly turned around, and crossed with Suru who was paralleling him, Eyes intertwined, Suru flashed a look of astonishment, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were already separated by several feet.
Only then did Suru realize that she quickly turned around and wanted to join Tian Buyi in the rear. Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu, Fa Ming, Fa Zheng and others in the team also noticed the two people who turned back suddenly, and followed them to the end of the team. , and face this giant blood claw with the size of several feet together.
At the same time, outside the blood mist, Zhang Xiaofan, Baguio, Xiaobai Liuwei, and the masters of Changshengtang and Hehuan Sect activated the magic weapon at the same time. At the same time as the righteous disciples in the front broke through the blood mist, a torrent of black and red magic power Opening the gap again, combined with the strength of Tian Buyi and Suru, forcibly withstood Shura's curled claws.
There was another roar, and the blood mist surged layer by layer. Taking advantage of the delay of this torrent of mana, Tian Buyi and others who were still in the back of the hall in the blood mist took the opportunity to escape. After everyone stood still, they looked at Zhang Xiaofan who rescued them , couldn't help showing a look of astonishment.
One side is boundless with blood mist, and the other side is divided into righteousness and demonism. If Shura is not on the side, this confrontation alone may lead to a battle between righteousness and demons.
Tian Buyi looked at Zhang Xiaofan with a complicated expression, and looked at the positions of the Demon Sect members, vaguely led by Zhang Xiaofan. Unexpectedly, in just one month, he really integrated the remnants of the Demon Sect, and even rescued Tianyin who was deeply imprisoned temple.
"The first seat in Shitian, this place is too dangerous, Shura is watching, Qingyun and Tianyin are out of trouble, why not discuss the countermeasures with my holy religion in another place, how about it?"
The hunting wind blew up Zhang Xiaofan's black robe, and his loose hair swayed lightly with the wind. At this moment, his eyes are still simple and clean, but his temperament is much calmer, and he is no longer as green and immature as before.
Tian Buyi pursed his lips tightly, turned his eyes to look at the boundless blood mist that was about to spread in this direction, suppressed the confusion in his heart, nodded slowly, and said in a deep voice, "We need to report this matter to the elder brother in charge." , if you can represent the Demon Cult, then come to Qingyun Mountain to discuss in detail."
Zhang Xiaofan heaved a sigh of relief, he could hear Tian Buyi's attitude softening, this is undoubtedly good news for him.
"The birth of Shura is a catastrophe that will destroy the world. Neither the righteous way nor the holy religion can escape. We will do our best to cooperate with Qingyun Tianyin to jointly resist the attack of Shura."
Puhong next to him clasped his hands together, gave a deep salute to Zhang Xiaofan, and said kindly, "Thank you, benefactor, for your kindness." The remaining dozen or so Tianyin disciples bowed and saluted, thanking in unison.
Baguio glanced at the Tianyin disciples in front of him. There is a Tianyin Temple in Nuoda. In the past, there were thousands of monks and countless disciples. Now there are only about 20 people left, and all of them are wounded and dressed in rags. .
Not only her, but everyone from Changshengtang and Hehuan faction who lobbied all the way were also secretly delighted. They heard that the ghost king cultivated strange treasures and controlled the blood mist to go straight to Tianyin. The body of this cloud of blood mist was actually the legendary Shura, and the masters of the two factions who helped in the battle were also swallowed up. Seeing that Tianyin Temple was even more miserable than them, I naturally felt a lot more balanced.
The blood mist was billowing, and it seemed that it had spread to the front of the crowd. In a blink of an eye, two clusters of streamers streaked across the sky. The streamers were different, like flying rainbows. Shura turned into a boundless blood mist and followed closely behind. For a moment, the sky seemed to be covered with a cloud A thick layer of dark clouds, wherever they passed, the mountains and forests were filled with red mist, wild beasts fought violently, because they deliberately avoided the bustling towns with dense population, and passed through the mountains and forests all the way, it slowed down the progress of Shura's pollution of the people, plus Zhou Ji, who was hiding in the dark, assisted, and by the time Shura arrived at Qingyun Gate, most of the people in Heyang City had already been dismissed.
On Qingyun Mountain, the square in front of the hall.
Master Daoxuan, who had received the news a long time ago, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and sent someone to send the injured disciple to rest. Then he turned and looked at the nearly hundred members of the Demon Sect who were crowded on the square.
It’s ridiculous to say that the last time there were so many members of the Demon Cult on Tongtian Peak was the Qingyunmen Rebellion more than ten years ago. At that time, Cangsong rebelled, Zhuxian was taken away, and Qingyun’s thousand-year inheritance was almost destroyed.
But now so many people from the Devil's Cult gathered on Tongtian Peak again, but it was to let go of their prejudices with Zhengdao and work together to fight against Shura's attack.
The sky in the distance is filled with red light, and the blood mist gathers towards the main vein of Qingyun like a dark cloud, a trace of struggle flashes in Daoxuan's eyes, and then he looks at Zhang Xiaofan, who is faintly the leader of the Demon Cult, and he can't help but think back to the grass temple village affairs.
Tianyin Temple owes Zhang Xiaofan a lot, and Qingyunmen and him have an old mastery, Zhang Xiaofan is no longer the unknown junior in Yuqing Palace, let Daoxuan Daoxuan raise a fire stick and angrily beat him to death, he is the agent of the ghost king sect Sovereign Master, even Daoxuan Daoxuan wants to 'take back' the Taiji Xuanqing Dao that Zhang Xiaofan has learned, he has to take into account the overall situation and completely erase the past.
As the dark clouds got closer and closer, a burst of hurried footsteps ran towards the front of the hall, and a disciple guarding the mountain said anxiously: "It's not good! Shura is attacking the mountain!"
As soon as these words came out, all the disciples of Tianyin Temple present were terrified.
Master Puhong recited the Buddha's name, and said in a deep voice, "Master Daoxuan, just as Sect Master Zhang said, the destruction of Shura will be a catastrophe for the world. In such a critical time, we should work together, abandon the prejudice of righteousness and demons, and work together. Fending off the enemy is."
Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang and others tried to persuade them one after another. They had seen the terrifying power of Shura, so they naturally knew that once Shura attacked, Qing Yunmen would definitely not be able to resist it.
Reverend Daoxuan looked around, glanced at the people in Tianyin Temple, as well as Fenghuifeng in Dazhufeng and Xiaozhufeng, sighed, and nodded.
If Zhu Xian hadn't been taken away, how could he be with these demons?
Since Reverend Daoxuan has agreed to cooperate, the disciples of Qingyun, who are surrounded by the square in front of the hall, put away their weapons and turned to deal with the blood-colored fog that covered the top of Tongtian Peak.
"Kill~"
"kill!"
The blood mist rolled, and the violent roar spread across the entire Tongtian Peak, bringing countless puppets who lost their minds, and swarmed towards the peak.
Facing these lost minds, disciple Qingyun was a little caught off guard.
All day long, I heard the elders of the Shimen comment that the people in the Demon Cult are "demons". Now they are fighting with these puppets who only know how to kill, so that they know what the real demons are.
At the very beginning, the members of the Demon Cult and the disciples of Qingyun fought independently and even guarded against each other, but as the fighting became more brutal, the original grievances gradually disappeared, even if it was only temporarily, even if they might still be hostile in the future.
But at least at this moment, they let go of their hatred and chose to cooperate temporarily.
Because Shura chased all the way, he passed through mountains and wastelands, and replenished a lot of blood food in the future. The disciples of the Righteous Way and the Demon Sect defended the Hongqiao, and even blocked Shura's offensive.
Seeing that Shura controlled fewer and fewer puppets, and the scope of the blood mist became smaller and smaller, everyone's confidence was greatly boosted, even Master Daoxuan and Zhang Xiaofan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
However, what they didn't notice was that the corpse of the person they killed would turn into a mummy in an instant, and the flesh and blood in the body disappeared as if it had been extracted by something.
Only the red light in the deepest part of the blood mist is getting darker and darker.
When the last puppet was killed, the disciples of the Devil's Cult and the Righteous Path leaned against each other and sat paralyzed on the Hongqiao Bridge, smiling at each other, revealing a sense of joy.
Zhou Ji, who has been observing all this in the dark, is not as optimistic as they are. From the beginning to the end, his eyes are fixed on the phantom in the depths of the blood mist. Shura's body, but he could vaguely feel that as more and more flesh and blood were swallowed by the phantom, the threat it brought to him became bigger and bigger.
Daoxuan and Zhang Xiaofan also faintly sensed that something was wrong, they each gathered the disciples of the Righteous Demon Sect to their sides, and stared at the blood mist that gradually receded in front of them, until Shura in the depths of the blood mist gradually revealed, they saw a familiar figure , was opening his mouth wide, inhaling all the blood mist into his abdomen.
That is Shura, who is also the king of ghosts.
At this time, the ten thousand people tended to be burly, with swimming blood streaks all over their bodies, and their arms covered with blood scales. They looked extremely hideous and somewhat weird.
The appearance is only five or six points similar to before, the pupils are filled with blood, the blood vessels on the cheeks are protruding, the mouth is full of fangs, and the face is distorted. If Zhou Ji knew the identity of the other party, he would definitely not recognize him as the same person as the elegant and gentle scholar .
"Master!"
"Dad!"
Xiaobai saw the violent and evil spirit of Shura Xuetong, and quickly stopped Xiao Chi, Zhang Xiaofan also held Bi Yao, not letting her go forward rashly, on the other side, the people from Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple did not have such worries, seeing the chief evil Currently, Shuiyue, Surutian Buyi and the others were temporarily unable to move forward due to excessive consumption of true energy. Wan Jianyi and Master Daoxuan looked at each other, one drew the Dragon Slaying Sword from Lin Jingyu's hand, and the other summoned the Seven Star Sword from his sleeve , two sword lights, one on the left and one on the right, stabbed straight at Shura.
Hundreds of years ago, the two were called the 'Shuangyun Qingyun' together, and they were legends of the previous generation.
After a hundred years of precipitation, the sword edge is still the same as before, and it even has a bit more thick texture.
You Ji in the crowd looked at Wan Jianyi's back in a daze, as if she had returned to the wild temple back then. However, with a sneer, the ear-piercing sound of the sword body rubbing against the metal awakened You Ji who was in a daze. Under the move, the two people who rushed out at the same time flew out at a faster speed, Wan Jianyi spurted out a mouthful of blood, Dragon Slaying Sword trembled violently like a mournful cry, Daoxuan punched the ground with the sword, and the Seven Star Sword slammed Breaking, if Tian Buyi hadn't waited for others to support him, he might have fallen to the ground.
"Brother." Taoist Cangsong hurried forward to support Wan Jianyi. Wan Jianyi waved his hand to signal that he was fine. He got up and looked at Shura in front of him. With the dragon-slaying sword raised horizontally, he said in a deep voice, "Sura's body is too tyrannical. , even the Dragon Slaying Sword is hard to hurt."
Shura lowered his head and looked at his shoulder. The two swords were not completely ineffective against him. At least Ghost Slayer made a three-inch deep wound on his shoulder, and the Seven Star Sword pierced through the scales on his arm, causing him to feel a bit of pain. .
Blood threads on the body surface flowed away, and the original wound was repaired in a blink of an eye. Looking up, Shuiyue, Pu Hong and several others rushed forward to cover Daoxuan Zhenren and Wan Jianyi who were repelled by him.
However, the gap in strength cannot be filled by numbers. Facing Shura, Shuiyue Puhong and the others were also seriously injured and retreated to Daoxuan's side in less than one move.
Reverend Daoxuan's face was gray and defeated, he glanced at the members of the Demon Cult who were recovering from breath adjustment not far away, and said in a deep voice, "If the Zhuxian Sword hadn't been snatched by someone, the Zhuxian Sword Formation would definitely be able to break his body and take his life."
Seeing that Shura was unstoppable, he was slowly walking towards the crowd, behind Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Changshengtang stepped forward and asked, "Sect Master Zhang, can we go up?"
Baguio's heart tightened, and she subconsciously held Zhang Xiaofan's arm back, showing a trace of nervousness, Zhang Xiaofan pursed his lips, and just about to say something, suddenly saw a stream of light shining from the direction of the Big Bamboo Peak, and then the earth shook violently, Qing Yun Several other leylines on the mountain followed by five beams of light, converging towards the top of everyone's heads.
"This is Zhu Xian Sword Formation!"
For a while, even Shura stopped, his blood-stained pupils overflowed with hatred, and he roared in the direction of everyone as if he felt danger.
Everyone was amazed, they didn't know why Shura would yell at them, only Xiaobai had a thought, as if he had a feeling, he turned his head to look at the Yuqing Palace, and saw the top of the Yuqing Palace, in the middle of the roof, I don't know when A familiar figure appeared, his plain long gown fluttering softly in the wind, his long hair fluttering like an exile.
After ten years of absence, the confusion in Daoxuan's eyes turned into anger, he gritted his teeth and stared at the man in the hall, and said in a hateful voice, "Zhou Ji...!"
The stone sword of Zhu Xian was nowhere to be seen, and what Zhou Ji held in his hand was not the nameless and fierce sword that carried Zhu Xian back then, but another one that was equally simple but of a different shape.
It was only in the eyes of Daoxuan and the leaders present that they had never seen this sword before, yet it looked so familiar.
It wasn't until the seventh beam of light on Tongtian Peak lit up, and the power of the earth veins gathered by the seven-color streamers gathered on the sword body, that they realized in disbelief that this radiant and fierce sword was their original sword. That Zhu Xian.
(end of this chapter)