Chapter 3153: The Ruler of Humanity, Miss Bai Blocks the Way

Humanity Pavilion, Void Cave Heaven, and Qu Hanshu, the junior brother of Dong Taishi of Sheji Academy, are surrounded by colorful flowers, colorful and gorgeous. Ancient black characters are faintly emerging on the smooth jade-like mountain walls around, and with the breath of books, people who are in it feel open-minded, and the speed of spiritual energy is three times faster than in the secret realm of Haoran Mansion.

"I really didn't expect that your qualifications are better than that kid Dong Yinshu!"

As a voice sounded, strange black characters flew out from the mountain walls on both sides, including ancient imperial characters, ancient Taoist characters, medieval spiritual patterns, and even scriptures unique to various dynasties and sects in recent times. As long as the characters appeared in Kunxu Realm, these countless characters can be found in it, forming a vague human figure, which is called the master of humanity.

"If I perform better than him, wouldn't it be my turn to inherit the family business of Haoran Mansion? I will be troubled all day long."

Qu Hanshu looks like a teenager, and it is hard to tell that he has lived for nearly a thousand years. He looked at the human ruler in front of him with interest and replied indifferently.

There are nine classics in the Confucian school of Sheji Academy, namely sword, Yi, music, etiquette, archery, charioteering, classics, "Heaven and Man Induction Classics", and "Sacred Scriptures". Among them, the latter two classics are known as the essence of Sheji Academy. After tens of thousands of years, only a handful of people can cultivate "Heaven and Man Induction Classics", and only Wang Shentong can cultivate "Sacred Scriptures".

Qu Hanshu has extraordinary qualifications. He cultivated the first seven classics by himself. When practicing "Sacred Scriptures", he went into a demonic state and his body became stiff and dead. He could only travel the world in his incarnation. He is one of the three masters of Sheji Academy, and his status is equivalent to Yuan Daozhen.

The Human Ruler was very surprised when he heard this. His blurred figure spun like a whirlpool and turned into a young man in black robe and white skin. On his handsome face, he showed a thoughtful look. He looked at Qu Hanshu and said.

"I was wondering why the most unknown Haoran lineage among the nine lines of Xuanzong was the most long-lasting and complete."

"May I ask, senior, when will the magical power come out?"

Qu Hanshu's eyes flashed with the Zhouyi scriptures. He wanted to explore the details of the non-human creature in front of him, but he felt that the other party was like an endless ocean. There was a fog in front of him, and he couldn't see the other party's reality at all. It was like a painting made of a pool of ink. No matter how it was poured on the paper, it would be a landscape painting with profound meaning.

However, Qu Hanshu did not gain nothing. As a great scholar who was proficient in the Book of Changes, his cultivation of the Book of Changes was definitely the best in the Kunxu Realm. By checking the secrets of heaven, he knew that the Lord of Humanity would never be able to break free from the shackles of words and it was almost impossible for him to become a real living being.

"That kid's talent is ten times better than yours. He has almost half the understanding and bones of His Majesty the Emperor. He has absorbed all the essence of the "Scripture of the Holy Way". It won't be long before he can step into the realm of the Great Master of the Supreme Humanity."

The Lord of Humanity looked at Qu Hanshu deeply, and then told him about Wang Shentong's retreat.

Qu Hanshu was delighted when he heard this. If Haoran Mansion had two Great Masters of the Supreme Way, then he could imitate that Taoist Master and force the ten sects of the righteous way to merge, command the vast world, and uphold the righteous way of the world.

Seeing this, the Lord of Humanity flicked his finger, and hundreds of black characters flew out from the mountain walls on both sides, arranged neatly as if they fell on an invisible piece of paper, and were sent to Qu Hanshu.

Qu Hanshu looked down, and the joy on his face froze. He looked at the Lord of Humanity with a dull look, as if he couldn't believe it, and shook his head.

"How is this possible? The magical power is the result of the fortune of my Haoran Mansion for thousands of years. He is a natural saint with a purple aura. He should be the real protagonist of this catastrophe. How could anyone be better than him!"

The Lord of Humanity casually grasped the words arranged neatly between the two of them and burned them instantly, igniting a blazing black fire, which turned into a faint smoke and dissipated.

"Zhang Ziyang is indeed a brilliant man, proficient in the art of finding dragons and acupuncture points, and has laid a ten-thousand-year foundation for your Haoran Mansion, and has given you the opportunity to prove the way of heaven and man, but he is only a great master of the Tao after all, not a true heaven and man."

After the Lord of Humanity burned the text, he lightly said the news that shocked Qu Hanshu even more. This is the biggest secret of Haoran Mansion. Zhang Ziyang, the headmaster, may not be well-known in the Kunxu world, but in the Confucian lineage, his status is second only to the emperor and the first generation of ancestors.

The headmaster Zhang Ziyang's original art of finding dragons and acupuncture points, and the art of feng shui and geomancy are unique. Nearly ten thousand years ago, he selected the spiritual cave where Haoran Mansion is now located, and nurtured the Haoran purple qi that can prove the way of heaven and man.

The appearance of Wang Shentong was regarded by Master Dong and him as the fortune of Haoran Mansion for ten thousand years. Wang Shentong lived up to expectations and cultivated the "Scripture of the Holy Way" that no one in Haoran Mansion had been able to cultivate for ten thousand years. He was the hope for Haoran Mansion to take off and prosper.

Zhang Ziyang was the descendant of Huashan Taoist Ziyang Zhenren and the master of Cuiwei Zhenren Shi Tai. He was considered to be a fellow disciple of Ji Boyi, but he had bad luck. The time of reincarnation was just after the Human Emperor Shao Yong achieved enlightenment. The luck and fortune in Kunxu Realm were all consumed, and it was not enough to give birth to another powerful celestial being. Although he understood the way of celestial being and reached the peak of half-step celestial being, he could only sit and die sadly.

Only the successive masters of Haoran Mansion knew about Zhang Ziyang's plan. Even Qu Hanshu told him the secret when he escorted Wang Shentong not long ago in order to make him pay attention.

"Are you curious about why I know this? It's simple. There is nothing I don't know in Kunxu Realm!"

The Lord of Humanity showed a confident smile on his handsome face, and said in a clear and proud voice.

"I know everything!"

Qu Hanshu's face changed drastically when he heard this, and his voice became bitter. He asked in confusion.

"How could there be someone like you in Kunxu Realm? Why didn't His Majesty take you away when he ascended to heaven?"

"I also want to know why His Majesty didn't take me away? But I will know the answer to this question soon!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Lord of Humanity's figure once again disintegrated into countless black characters, sinking into the smooth jade-like mountain walls around him, leaving behind the last sentence.

"The Lord of the Blue Sky has gone to Changshengzhou and will not be back in a short time. When Wang Shentong comes out of retreat, let him go to the Southern Wilds with Dong Yinshu. You should know what to do."

As the catastrophe is approaching, the masters of the three sects of the righteous, demonic and external paths have begun to hide from the world, taking advantage of the prosperity of human luck to practice the secret mysterious skills and strive to make further progress.

In the Southern Wilds, the base camp of the Shura Demon Cult, the Blood River Mountains, the cold and evil Seven Nights Saint Son stands on the rolling sea of ​​blood, surrounded by blood-colored lotus flowers blooming, and the faint fragrance of plants and trees permeates the void. If it were not for the deep red blood color, I am afraid no one would think this is a demon cave, but a paradise.

The Seven Nights Saint Son closed his eyes, his aura was looming, and a sharp sword hung from his waist, his aura merged with the endless sea of ​​blood. The blood-colored lotus continuously extracted the mysterious and deep aura of the netherworld from the blood sea, rising and dispersing like smoke, faintly outlining the phantom of the Shura statue enshrined in the Demon Cult.

As the treasure of the Demon Cult, the blood sea is encircled in the center by the circular Blood River Mountains. Countless disciples and elders of the Demon Cult use this endless blood energy that seems to come from the netherworld to practice. The position of the Seven Nights Saint is in the center of the blood sea, surrounded by several Shura Supreme Elders with deep auras and vicissitudes of life.

"The Saint has been in seclusion for twenty years, and it has never been so long before."

The elder who spoke was tall, with white hair, and a pair of eyes that exuded a soul-stirring brilliance. He had a scimitar hanging on his waist, wrapped in dark death energy, and the whistling sound of ghosts and gods was faintly howling, making the endless blood energy around him retreat.

"When Qiye laid the foundation of the Tao, he was praised by the Asuras of the heavens. He was the destined master who led our holy sect to rise and achieve the great cause of the ages. This time he has been in seclusion for such a long time, he should be trying to break through the barrier of the great master of the human race."

The leader of the Asura Demon Sect, Mon Luosheng, was dressed in a green shirt, with an extraordinary temperament and evil eyes, shining with blood-red lightning, which made the elders on both sides dare not look directly at him, revealing his strong cultivation strength.

"This won't do. I finally broke through in advance. If the little ghost Qiye also achieves the Tao, then there will be one more person in the Demon Sect who will compete with me for power!"

Suddenly, a melodious and pleasant voice came, with a bit of anger and playfulness in the tone, but it made Mon Luosheng and others change their faces, showing a vigilant look, looking at the sky.

There was a colorful light shining on the horizon, as sharp as a sword, as fast as lightning, but it also exuded a terrible death aura of killing everything and killing all living things.

"Emperor Banner, Seven Killing Swords!"

"Damn you witch!"

"How dare you break into my Shura Holy Sect and kill people!"

The Shura Demon Sect members shouted angrily and recognized the identity of the person who came. It was Miss Bai, who was believed to be the reincarnation of the emperor and the son of the Seven Days Demon Sect. She usually did not get along with the Seven Nights Saint Son. There were many fights between the two, and Miss Bai always had the upper hand.

"Stop her!"

Men Luosheng did not hesitate at all. His soul instantly left his body and merged into the Netherworld Blood Sea under him. He began to communicate with this magic sect treasure, trying to force Miss Bai, who was only heard but not seen, out.

The white-haired elder did not hesitate at all. The scarlet scimitar on his waist suddenly came out of the sheath. The sound of the knife was like thunder, but it still could not cover up the sinful death energy entangled on the blade.

Another Shura elder stretched out his white jade hands. A terrible breath that corroded the void and devoured life condensed into boundless blood light, followed by the dark red crescent knife light to blast in all directions.

"Blood Sea Raging Skill!"

"Blood Transforming Magic Skill!"

The two great skills of the Shura Demon Cult were activated, and with the supreme power of the treasure activated by Mon Luosheng, a slender and graceful girl was forced out from the sky above the Blood River Mountain.

"Get out of my Holy Cult!"

The tall white-haired elder holding a scimitar was furious, his voice was like thunder, and the scarlet knife light turned around, integrating the full force of the three masters, exuding boundless blood and the soul-stirring Shura Demon Sound, fiercely slashing at the white-shirted woman with bright eyes, black hair and a slim waist.

"Where did you get the courage to attack me?"

There was a bit of confusion in the tone of the young lady Bai, her voice was cold and pleasant, and it echoed clearly in everyone's ears. She stretched out a jade finger like a tender onion, as if casually crossing the direction of the scarlet knife light.

"Bang!"

The blood-colored knife light slashed on the white jade finger, just like waves hitting the cliffs, disintegrating into countless blood-red bubbles, drizzling rain, and scattered in all directions.

The blood-colored rain was also an unprecedented wonder for the disciples of the Demon Sect who practiced the Blood Transformation Demon Art, and the significance of this wonder made all the disciples of the Shura Demon Sect feel a chill, and a look of realization appeared on their faces.

"She has already reached the realm of Grand Master of the Great Renmin University. With the strength of the headmaster and the two elders alone, even if they activate the forbidden secret technique, I am afraid they will not be able to shake a single hair on her head!"

When the Shura Demon Sect disciples thought of this, they immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the white-clothed woman who was standing in mid-air with her own strength to control the wind.

At this moment, the seven-colored sword light that Little Lady Bai slashed out at the beginning pierced the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows of the Holy Son of Seven Nights at the center of the blood sea.

"No!"

Mengluosheng was frightened, angry and anxious, and the two elders also showed signs of despair. They watched helplessly as the seven-colored sword light broke through the Qiye Holy Son's eyebrows, and a trace of bright blood flowed out.

The ancestral orifice was broken, and the sword light no longer had any obstacles. It went straight to the Sea of ​​Consciousness Lingtai. With just a slight stir, it could turn the Seven Nights Saint Son in seclusion into a dead corpse without any soul.

"Dongfang Bai, we, the Shura Demon Sect, are at odds with you!"

Men Luosheng's eyes were red, his hair and beard were standing on end, and he showed a look of extreme hatred. He desperately urged the Netherworld Blood Sea to make Little Lady Bai pay the price.

At this moment, a faint and fresh fragrance filled the sea of ​​blood. The wisp of blood flowed out from the center of Qiye's eyebrows and turned into a lotus leaf, then the second one, the third one, and in the blink of an eye, a thousand-leaf bloody lotus flower. In full bloom, it firmly blocked the gap of the Seven Nights Saint Son's Spirit Platform, blocking the colorful sword light from outside.

"Thousand-leaf flowers bloom, a thought of Shura!"

"Groan!"

The sound of a sword resounded through the sky, and a huge wave was set off in the vast sea of ​​​​netherworld blood. A crystal-clear jade sword light destroyed the colorful brilliance with lightning speed, piercing the black-haired slender waist, white The heart of a graceful woman.

A bit of colorful brilliance shone, little lady Bai's clear eyes flashed with light, her jade fingers as white as green onions spread out, making an extremely sacred gesture.

In an instant, the sky was dark, covered by thousands of miles of dark clouds, the earth trembled, the blood-red mountains opened cracks, the infinite restrictions were shattered, and the sea of ​​scarlet blood surrounding the center overflowed.

All the disciples of the Shura Demon Sect, whether they were disciples who had just entered Taoism or were great masters like Men Luosheng who had already passed the calamity, their bodies stiffened involuntarily and they lowered their heads, their hearts filled with awe, as if they were facing That's right, he is a supreme being, and looking directly at him is a kind of blasphemy.

"Three poles of Yi teachings, Tao is profound and ancient. It is the only way to change, and it is divided into five teachings. The melter of soul and spirit, the secret of articles. The source of wisdom is great, the ancestor of the group of words!"

Little Lady Bai's face was pious, her fingers were flying like butterflies, gorgeous and dreamy, her lips were slightly opened, and she was reciting a solemn scripture, which resounded through the sea of ​​blood.

What Bai Xiaoniang used was the supreme magical power in the "Emperor's Sutra", the supreme magical power of the demonic way. In order to fight against the righteous sects, the Seven Heavenly Demon Sect communicated with each other. The "Emperor's Sutra" is not a top secret. Every demonic sect master has something. Practice.

But no matter who it is, no one can cross the threshold of practicing this supreme magic skill. Even if they are as powerful as the Cangtian Demon Lord, they can only practice the Red Jing Sutra and spend more than a thousand years of hard work to integrate the seven elements. The secret knowledge of magic.

Why Dongfang Bai is called the Emperor's son of the Demon Sect and the reincarnation of the Emperor? Apart from the fact that she has the destiny of the Seven Killing Stars, the more important reason is that she has cultivated the "Emperor Sutra" without any shackles to hinder her. This magical skill seemed to be tailor-made for her, perfectly matching her physique and soul. In just a few decades, she entered the realm of the Great Grand Master, surpassing the Qiye Shengzi, Wang Shentong, Qi Xianyun, and Huajianzi, and became the number one person of the younger generation.

The Holy Spirit Conquered by Little Lady Bai gathered the power of the three realms of heaven, earth and man into her jade palm, as if she was holding a piece of heaven and earth in her hand and controlling the origin of the great avenue.

The sword light of the Seven Nights Saint Son fell into the palm of Little Lady Bai, like a small boat struggling in the huge waves. After struggling hard, it was annihilated between heaven and earth.

At the same time, the praises of the ancient saints faintly resounded in the sky and the earth. The blue sky screamed, the earth shook, and all living beings cried blood. Little Lady Bai was merciless and displayed a terrifying magical power, the Sword of Zongjing.

Seeing this, Men Luosheng's heart sank, and unprecedented despair came to his mind. Even if the Holy Son of Seven Nights woke up in time and achieved the Supreme Way, how could the inheritance of the Shura Demon Sect be comparable to the supreme profound art of the Demonic Way.

"Is it destined by God that my religion cannot lead the devil?"

Little Lady Bai relied on the void to control the wind, stood tall in the sky, and fiercely slashed out the sword of the sect that gathered the power of the three realms of heaven, earth and man, the light of the spirit of all things, and the god of void thoughts in her palm.

The "Emperor Sutra", the supreme magical power of the demonic way, does not contain a trace of demonic evil, but is full of righteousness and awe-inspiring, shining with brilliant brilliance, as if it is the awe-inspiring magical power of the Sheji Academy.

This is the sword of the saint, which pulls the beliefs of all the disciples in the long river of destiny, reflecting one's purest and brightest state of mind, as bright as the sun and the moon, as clear as the stars.

The Blood River Mountain Range is the base camp of the Demon Sect, almost full of terrifying and mysterious restrictions. It has been operating for thousands of years without any dead ends. But under this bright, sacred, pure sword light, it is like ice and snow melting under the sun. Purify.

Little Lady Bai is like a saint, solemn and holy. There is no trace of calculation or darkness in her bright eyes, and her aura is integrated into this sword of hundreds of saints.

The Asura Demon Cult's base camp had been chopped into a sieve by this sword, and was about to be razed to the ground and turned into ruins. Two bright red blood rays shot up into the sky, and the Saint of the Seven Nights finally woke up at this critical moment. The thousand-petal blood-colored lotus on his forehead withered and turned into a blood light, which merged into the ancestral orifice. The wound healed instantly. His eyes were full of coldness, without human emotional fluctuations, and he said coldly.

"The spirit of the saint, the sword of the sect, this move I have seen before."

"Any move, as long as it is performed in front of me, will no longer pose any threat!"

Before he finished speaking, a sword sounded, and the Saint of the Seven Nights' white and slender right hand fell, and the divine sword that automatically protected the master flew back again and fell into the scabbard. He casually placed his palm on the hilt.