Chapter 68 Massacre

Xuanhuang Palace.

Eleven Eagle Anqing was lying on the tree, looking up at the sky.

"It's so boring." He said casually: "Why can they go on adventures, while Xiao Twelve and I can only stay here?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Xi Canhen stood under the tree and replied, "You have to obey the boss's orders, and you have to obey them even if you don't."

For the first time today, he did not use the invisibility method, but showed his body. At this moment, he was wiping the infinite sword in his hand with a clean white cloth.

An Qing thought for a while, then suddenly jumped down and sat beside Xi Canhen and said, "Why don't we follow behind secretly and take a look?"

Xi Canhen rolled her eyes at him: "Don't talk nonsense, this kind of thing can be done randomly?"

"It's so boring." Shishilang shook his head helplessly: "Didn't you also like to make trouble in the past? Why have you changed your temper recently?"

Xi Canhen was stunned, thinking about it, she used to be a troublemaker. When she first met Tang Jie, she was even more weird. Even if she was facing a life or death mission, she didn't take it to heart.

But now that he is in the enemy camp, his heart is under heavy pressure, and his original funny personality has gradually become more restrained.

Many times even if I want to be naughty, I can't be naughty.

After thinking for a while, he finally said: "People will always grow."

While he was talking, the infinite sword in Xi Canhen's hand suddenly moved.

The movement was extremely weak, but it was still captured by Xi Canhen.

He looked at the handleless dagger and saw that the dagger moved again, like a fish falling on land trying to turn over, flapping its body one after another.

The more you move, the faster you move.

Xi Canhen's face turned pale.

An Qing suddenly froze when he saw Xi Canhen, and came over and said, "What happened?"

"Don't come alone!" Xi Canhen suddenly shouted.

He saw a flash of light in Xi Canhen's hand, and the Wuliang Sword flew out of his neck and flew straight into the air.

This startled An Qing: "What are you doing?"

He is very aware of the power of Wuliang Sword.

Xi Canhen replied with a white face: "It's not under my control."

What?

Anqing was stunned.

Looking back, I saw the Wuliang Sword floating in the air. The sword body was trembling slightly, but it became more and more violent, and soon a piece of light and shadow appeared.

"What happened?" An Qing asked.

"It's excited." Xi Canhen murmured in reply.

"Excited? What are you excited about?" An Qing looked back at Xiang Xi Canhen.

Xi Canhen's eyes became colder and colder, and he murmured: "I don't know... It's the first time I've seen it. I just feel it's very excited."

"Can a sword be exciting?"

"The sword has spirit, how can it be ignorant."

It wasn't Xi Canhen who answered.

A long and lingering voice came from the air.

The two looked up and saw a Taoist priest in green standing on the treetop.

The Taoist had an odd appearance and a tall stature. He was standing on the tree with his hands folded, and no one noticed how he arrived.

"It's you!" The moment he saw the Taoist, Xi Canhen blurted out.

The Taoist in front of him was clearly the old man who had given him books and swords.

Today, Xi Canhen is no longer the ignorant young man he was back then, and he no longer thinks that any kind of opportunity will fall on him for no reason. When he returned to his hometown in a dream several times, what he saw was not an adventure, but the old man changing into a ferocious image, telling himself that he was being used by him.

This kind of panic bothered him for a long time, but he gradually let it go after a long period of nothingness.

Until she met Tang Jie, and after learning about his experience, she expressed the same concern. Tang Jie even gave him advice at one point, asking him to throw away the Infinite Sword.

But Xi Canhen couldn't bear to do this after all.

In his heart, he still had a hope, that all this was just because he was too nervous, and maybe the old man really took a fancy to him and wanted to have a fate. But after learning about the experience of the man named Zang Qingfeng from Tang Jie, he knew that his expectations were too low.

This made him extremely conflicted and deeply worried. He just hoped that this day would come as late as possible. But the facts proved that when something happens, no matter what kind of psychological preparation you have, you will feel that it comes too fast and violent. And I had never really prepared for that moment to come.

The moment he saw the old Taoist appear, Xi Canhen's figure had already disappeared, and at the same time, he secretly controlled the Wuliang Sword to return.

The old Taoist sighed: "Your concealment method was passed down to you by me. What's the point of using it in front of me? Don't panic, young man. Although I have borrowed your hands to give birth to countless swords over the years, you have also stepped into the world because of this." The Immortal Sect has accomplished countless great feats by relying on this sword. Now that the time has come, Wuliang Sword has finally found its former owner, so why should you force him to stay."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Xi Canhen felt that the Wuliang Sword was no longer under his control and flew into the air. At the same time, the figure that had just been hidden reappeared.

"You..." Xi Canhen shouted.

But he saw that the sword was not flying towards Lao Dao, but flying rapidly towards the depths of the mountain.

Xi Canhen was stunned for a moment, then realized: "The old master is not you?"

The old Taoist pressed it from afar, but the sword no longer flew away, but trembled rapidly in the air. Then the old Taoist smiled and said: "When did I say that I am the old master? The Infinite Sword is the sword that kills the lord. Anyone who holds this sword No one can live for more than ten years. Although I am not afraid of death, once the Master of the Infinite Sword dies, all the essence will be lost, and everything will have to be started all over again, so even though I got this sword, I never use it. Fortunately, destiny has it Although Wuliang Sword is fierce, it may not be possible to find someone who can defeat this sword. If there are people born in the yin year, yin month, yin day, yin time, their life is the hardest, and they can go through hundreds of difficulties without dying, which is just right. Sword holder. For thousands of years, I have searched for the toughest people in the world, but most of them still cannot resist this sword. Until you finally became the first person to live for more than ten years, it is really gratifying!"

The old Taoist said with a smile on his face, obviously extremely excited.

Xi Canhen stared at him: "So you gave the sword to me just to use my hands to cultivate the sword?"

The old Taoist waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, cultivating the sword is just one of them. Although you have held the sword for ten years, the killing is too light, too light. The Infinite Sword has still not reached its peak, and has not been able to truly lift the seal. It is still not a great weapon." Use it. Originally, I had the patience to wait, but I didn’t expect that the Royal Court would be opened during this period. This is chance and God’s will. Now that the time has come, I can’t do anything even if I can’t think of anything.”

"Wang Ting?" Xi Canhen was stunned and confused.

Eleventh Lang Anqing next to him finally realized something, pointed at the old Taoist and shouted: "Are you the crazy old Taoist from last time?"

The last time Xu Miaoran came here, he suddenly encountered a crazy old Taoist who disrupted the situation. Afterwards, Tianshen Palace tried its best to find out who this crazy old Taoist was. Shiyilang had never fought against the crazy Taoist, so he didn't recognize him at first. It was only at this moment that he looked at the tone of his voice and finally realized that this old Taoist was the crazy Taoist from last time.

But obviously, the madness is just a pretense, and this person is clearly a scheming person.

The old Taoist raised his head and laughed: "That little girl Xu Miaoran is so ignorant that she dares to break into Tongling Mountain without permission. Originally, I didn't care about her life or death, but if she gets into any trouble, Tang Jie will definitely go crazy. Tang Jie will definitely go crazy. If Jie goes crazy, this kid will probably be exposed. Originally, I didn't want to take action, but in order to prevent the plan from being ruined, I could only help him."

"What did you say?" An Qing took a breath.

He suddenly turned back to look at Xiang Hen: "Twelfth brother, tell me is what the old man said is true? You and Tang Jie...it turns out you are the undercover!"

He drew his sword and pointed it at Xi Canhen.

Xi Canhen had a sullen face and ignored An Qing. He just looked at the old man and said, "Your... name is Zang Qingfeng?"

The old Taoist tilted his head and said with a smile: "That is indeed the name I used to use."

Here An Qing was already looking at Xi Canhen with eyes burning like fire.

Xi Canhen was unaware and just said: "Since you have obtained the sword, you did not leave. Instead, you talked to me here and even revealed my identity. I'm afraid there is another conspiracy besides the sword, right?"

Zang Qingfeng already laughed: "You are a smart kid after all. Do you still remember that I just said that this sword has not yet been completed? Because you have killed too few people."

Xi Canhen's expression suddenly changed, and he saw An Qing rushing over, shouting: "I'll take you down and let's see how you explain to your elder brother!"

"Brother Eleven doesn't want it!" Xi Canhen shouted.

At the same time, Zang Qingfeng waved his hand, and the infinite sword in the air turned upside down and fell into Xi Canhen's hands again.

It was completely instinctive. Seeing An Qing pounce on him, he raised the sword in his hand.

In his opinion, this sword has too many flaws, and An Qing has too many ways to deal with it.

However, at that moment, An Qing bumped into him without moving.

flutter!

The Wuliang Sword pierced his neck, and blood spurted out from his body, rushing straight towards the Wuliang Sword.

"Brother Eleven!" Xi Canhen shouted.

Although he helped Tang Jie secretly, he had been getting along with everyone over the years, and it would be a lie to say he had no feelings for them.

If possible, he didn't want them to die, let alone them to die in his own hands.

Eleventh Lang Anqing has always had a good relationship with him. He could see that even though he knew that he was an undercover agent, Eleventh Lang didn't want to kill him. He only wanted to take him down. But at this moment, he died on his own Under the sword.

He stared at Eleven Lang in a daze, and Eleven Lang looked at him. There was a big bloody hole on his neck, and blood kept spurting out.

With his strength, he shouldn't die even if he received this blow, but at this moment, he slowly fell to his knees like a powerless baby.

He seemed to want to move, but couldn't. He couldn't even cast a spell. He just stared at Xi Canhen. In the end, he just made a gurgling sound, tilted his head and died.

Xi Canhen suddenly took a few steps back and looked up at the old man.

Zang Qingfeng was still standing on the tree, just laughing.

"It was you!" Xi Canhen shouted, "It was you who killed him!"

Zang Qingfeng smiled even more happily: "No, I just controlled him, you were the one who killed him."

"Why?" Xi Canhen asked through gritted teeth.

"I've said it before..." Zang Qingfeng's face suddenly darkened: "You have killed too few people, and Wuliang Sword has not yet had its fill. But it doesn't matter, as long as you kill the nearly a thousand cultivators left here in the Tianshen Palace, it will be almost done. That's enough."

Xi Canhen felt a chill in her heart when she heard this: "No, this is impossible, I won't do it!"

"You will." Zang Qingfeng pointed behind him: "Look."

Looking back, I saw a large number of warriors on duty who had obviously heard the news and were rushing over.

Then they saw Shi Yilang lying in a pool of blood, and Xi Canhen holding a bloody sword.

Everyone was stunned at the same time, and one person shouted: "Twelve Young Masters, you!"

Zang Qingfeng already said: "If you don't kill them, they will kill you. We have already killed one, so just go on a killing spree. Don't worry about whether you can beat them or not. With me here, everything will not be a problem."

As he spoke, he waved his long sleeves, and all the people who were rushing towards him stopped motionless.

"You!" Xi Canhen turned around and glared at Zang Qingfeng.

Zang Qingfeng sighed: "That's okay, I'll help you again."

As he waved his long sleeves again, Xi Canhen immediately felt his body flying forward uncontrollably. The Wuliang Sword let out a bloody brilliance and swept forward. Xi Canhen shouted desperately: "No!"

However, he couldn't control his body at all. The sword light danced and the blood fountain flew into the sky.

Greater movement attracts more people.

However, Zang Qingfeng didn't care at all. He looked up to the sky and roared loudly: "Drink, Wuliang Sword, today is your ceremony of becoming a man! Qingfeng will no longer hide, he will return after ten thousand years! Hahahaha!"

Amid the wild laughter, a sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared.

Xi Canhen could no longer control his body. He rushed forward desperately, killing, and the boundless blood in front of him completely engulfed him.

I don't know how long it took, but Xi Canhen finally regained clarity in her heart.

When he opened his eyes, he saw dead people all over the mountains and plains.

There are corpses everywhere, across the mountains.

The Eleventh Man, a few real men, two hundred disciples of the Bloody Hall, five hundred warriors on duty, and those golden-armored soldiers were lying all over the mountains and fields.

These people could be dealt with by joining together, even Huanhun Zhenren, but now they were killed by him with just one sword.

Of all the people, no one survived.

The Infinite Sword in his hand made a long roar of excitement. In many years, he had never drank blood so happily.

This is a horrific massacre!

Thousands of people died like this. Before this, Xi Canhen had never experienced such a crazy blood massacre.

Did I do this?

Xi Canhen couldn't believe his eyes.

Even though he knew he couldn't help it, he still hated himself at that moment.

Maybe he shouldn't have believed in the so-called romance from the beginning.

Tang Jie was right, there really would be no pie in the sky.

One after another red brilliance flashed across the sword, as if something was awakening, and Xi Canhen could even clearly feel the power contained within it.

Looking back, Zang Qingfeng was still standing there quietly, but his face was a little pale.

It seemed that he had paid a lot for helping Xi Canhen kill so many people.

But it was more exciting.

The excitement of success!

He laughed and said: "Haha, the blood light has appeared, the blood soul has revived, and the Infinite Sword is finally awakening. But it looks a little worse. Well, it's no wonder. After all, they are all low-level cultivators. Kill a few powerful ones. should be enough."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeves, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed Xi Canhen. Xi Canhen wanted to resist, but found that he could not move under the old man's hand.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to activate his telepathic communication to notify Tang Jie, but found that under the control of Zang Qingfeng, he couldn't even move his spiritual energy, and he was worried about casting spells.

Zang Qingfeng had already grabbed him and flew towards the valley, and said in a loud voice: "If you behave well, I will truly accept you as my disciple after the event is completed, and I will do you some good. If you dare to disobey again, you will not be blamed at that time. I am heartless."

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At the same time as the massacre outside Tongling Mountain unfolded, the original Tang Jie also brought Xu Miaoran, Xiantaohongyuan Yiyi Ghost Guard and Qian Yingchen into the maze.

There was silence in the maze.

There was no hustle and bustle anymore, only the corpses and blood flowing on the ground reminded everyone that a battle had happened here before.

"Be careful. There should be some unkilled demons here. Don't rush to kill them if you see them. Just rush over and find the exit." Tang Jie reminded.

"I know. I said, why are you still keeping this guy? According to my opinion, he can be killed with one knife." Hongyuan pointed at Qian Yingchen and said.

"Keep it, it's good to use it as cannon fodder like the beast-turned-warrior. The road ahead is difficult, and no one knows what dangers there will be." Tang Jie said calmly.

The meaning of cannon fodder is not to withstand the attack, but to test the attributes of the attack. No one knows the nature of the dangers ahead. Maybe most of the dangerous cultivators can resist it, but as long as there is one that they can't resist, it means death. Therefore, in the cultivation world, the real significance of cannon fodder is to test attacks, not to absorb firepower.

Poor Qian Yingchen, a beautiful girl from a generation, also fell into the fate of cannon fodder.

Along the way, strangely enough, I didn't encounter any demons.

Seeing that the exit was getting closer and closer, and just when everyone was about to cheer for the smooth trip, they suddenly heard the sound of fighting in the distance.

"Huh? There's still someone who hasn't left the maze?" Tang Jie was slightly surprised.

After he called out the location of the exit of the maze, even the most stupid person would have found the exit by rushing all the way. Why would there be someone stuck there?

No wonder they didn't encounter evil spirits along the way. They probably didn't attract them there.

At that moment Tang Jie and Xu Miaoran looked at each other and said in unison: "Go and have a look."

Anyway, he was following behind the large army, so Tang Jie wasn't in a hurry. He might as well see who was so arrogant and hadn't left the maze yet. If there is a strong opponent who has the possibility of escaping from the siege, you might as well help him stay here permanently.

From the bottom of his heart, Tang Jie hoped that he would be an opponent like Li Song, the second oldest man in gold and silver - one who was strong enough and just right to defeat him.

Of course, he knew deep down that this was almost impossible.

The two of them walked towards the sound of fighting together. As they approached the center of the fighting, they could faintly see the brilliance of magic and the shouts of people.

The shout was somewhat familiar, but Tang Jie couldn't remember it for a moment.

When he got closer, with the help of the magic brilliance, Tang Jie finally saw the faces of the combatants clearly, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why is it you?"