Chapter 3158: Shura Takes Action, the Grand Master Becomes a Taoist

"The aura in your body has long been known to my sword."

The old voice of the Sword of Life-Killing penetrated the fog, and with the blue and white sword light bursting out from his eyes, it fiercely pierced into Zhou Yi's eyes.

"Ah!"

Zhou Yi felt a sharp pain, two bloodstains flowed from his eyes, and endless darkness enveloped his mind. He was blinded by the Sword of Life-Killing.

"Is this the Sword of the Demon Sect that is closest to the Tao? No, Uncle Qu definitely does not have such a strong strength!"

Qu Hanshu is already the top master of the Supreme Master level under the Grand Master of the Supreme Man. When Zhou Yi was planning, he used Qu Hanshu's strength as the standard to measure the Sword of Life-Killing, but things were beyond Zhou Yi's control. The Sword of Life-Killing broke Zhou Yi's Great Array of No Heaven and Earth with a casual sword of his eyes, and abolished his eyes, which dealt an unprecedented blow to the self-confidence of this Tianjiao of Haoran Mansion.

"The reason why my master was able to break through the realm of the Supreme Dao was not only because of his own accumulation, but also because of the terrifying opponent, the Sword of Killing, who was an external demon."

"That was the only battle that my master had not been sure of winning since he started practicing. If it were not for the threat of his death from the two swords, my master might not have been able to take the crucial step and achieve the Supreme Dao. This demon is the most powerful under the Supreme Dao."

Zhou Yi recalled what Master Dong said at the beginning, and now he completely understood the power of the Sword of Killing.

The calamity of the Supreme Dao is extremely terrifying. The external and internal demons come together. Even the posture of a celestial being will most likely fall and be annihilated. The Heavenly Man died because of the external demon, the Lord of the Sky Demon, and Emperor Xu Fu died at the hands of Ji Boyi.

The Sword of Killing was the recognized number one swordsman since Li Qingting's death and before the Seven Nights Saint Son achieved the Supreme Dao. Although Zhou Yi had overestimated the strength of the Sword of Killing as much as possible, he still underestimated him.

In fact, it is not Zhou Yi's fault that he underestimated the Sword Master of Killing Life. He had no idea that this sword master had already understood the profound principles of the Supreme Dao. If it were not for the decline of his physical body and the lack of luck in the Southern Wilderness, he would have entered the ranks of the Supreme Grand Masters.

"The reason why I don't want to take action is not because I am afraid that Emperor Zihui will be defeated by Dong Yinshu. The fact is just the opposite. I just want to see how ugly his face will be when he, who has always been very self-righteous and calculating, is defeated by his juniors!"

In the mist, the two swords on the waist of the Sword Master of Killing Life were still unsheathed, and the blue and white sword light in his old eyes began to slowly dissipate. He stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, ordinary and without any edge.

When Zhou Yi heard this, his face suddenly changed. Although he was blind, his soul and Tao heart became clearer and clearer, and his Yi Dao cultivation level was faintly improved.

"How could Master lose? No matter how outstanding the Demon Sect's son is, he is just a little girl who has just entered the Dao, unless..."

Zhou Yi's thoughts were running fast, and he kept thinking. In an instant, he thought of a possibility, and shouted loudly, wanting to remind Master Dong.

"Not good, Master, be careful!"

Suddenly, the sky was suddenly dyed blood red, and a crack appeared, as if the Nine Nether Hell was connected to the human world, and the Shura ghosts and gods came to destroy the world, and a crisp sound of the sword coming out of the sheath resounded through the Kunxu world!

This sword was beyond everyone's expectations. Everyone knew that Miss Bai and the Seven Nights Saint had broken up. The Seven Nights Saint led the Shura Demon Sect's disciples and disciples to hide in the world and withdraw from the Southern Wilderness.

It was precisely because no one expected the Seven Nights Saint to take action that Master Dong naturally did not expect it, and he would not guard against the Seven Nights Saint to secretly take action and help Miss Bai.

The sword light was like a wash, cutting the sky and the universe apart. As the Saint of the Seven Nights drew his sword with his right hand, the blood light in the sky continued to gather on the blade of the Yuantu Sword.

Just as Master Dong heard the sound of the sword chanting, the sword blade had already been unsheathed, piercing through the void, and directly inserted into Master Dong's heart, shocking everyone.

On the altar, Master Dong's old face was pale. The Saint of the Seven Nights mixed the sword of the Netherworld Blood Sea. After cutting the enemy, he could draw all the blood of the swordsman in the air.

In the East Sea Zuzhou, the Great Immortal Cloud Palace, an innate blood river emerged in the void, with no known origin and no destination. The blood flowed, crystal clear, without a trace of filth, but exuding a fragrance.

Suddenly, the blood river was agitated, and a thousand-petal blood lotus bloomed, turning into a lotus platform, on which sat a young man in a black star robe. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the location of the Haoran Mansion of Chixian Shenzhou. He showed a bit of sneer on his face and said coldly.

"Old Dong, I have always been a revenger. For this sword, I spared the little ghost Qiye so that he could go all out!"

A wisp of sword energy was wrapped around Ji Boyi's fingertips, and the edge was sharp, slashing the void. This was what he had just taken back from the Styx Cave Heaven. Without the obstruction of this wisp of sword energy, the injuries of the Saint Qiye were fully recovered and reached the peak state, so he could cut into the heart of Master Dong with a sword.

"Is the Taoist lineage of my Haoran Mansion going to be cut off today?"

Faced with an unprecedented desperate situation, the faces of the iron-hearted Confucian scholars in Haoran Mansion also showed a dead look, and their eyes were full of despair. Everyone knew that the victory or defeat of today's battle depended on the Grand Master Zhiren.

Now that Master Dong was stabbed, his blood and energy were drained, and he could not resist the siege of the two Grand Master Zhiren, Miss Bai and the Saint Qiye, and the fate of Haoran Mansion was worrying.

"Ten Thousand Swords Jue!"

All the students in Haoran Mansion fell into despair. Suddenly, a sharp and old voice came from a distance, and at the same time, millions of torrents of sword energy came from the void in the south, covering the sky and the sun.

The first person was an old man, wearing a sword shirt, with white beard and hair. He controlled a simple long sword. He waved his hand and made a sword move. One hundred thousand sword cultivators behind him then cut out the sharp swords in their hands. In an instant, there was a void and vastness. The earth, wherever the sight can be seen, is filled with the mighty and fierce sword energy.

"I also ask fellow Taoists from Haoran Mansion to forgive me for being late, my Sword Sect's Hundred Thousand Sword Cultivator."

The old man's voice was like gold and iron, full of energy, full of the edge of sword energy. The torrent of millions of sword energy was like the Milky Way pouring into the sky, crossing the sky and entangling the long dragon of demonic energy that was constantly hitting and besieging the purple energy barrier.

Then, a hundred thousand swords roared, and extremely sharp energy burst out, scattering and annihilating all the dark clouds and green fire condensed by the combined efforts of the Seven Heavenly Demon Sect.

"Master of the Sword Sect, Old Man of the Sword God!"

Taiyin Demon Sect Headmaster Yin Yueque waved his sleeves, and the green phosphorus Yin Fire gathered and dispersed, turning into a thunderous sword light, resisting the torrent of millions of sword energy that swept forward, and then the white cold air in his left hand flowed across, and a cold... The dazzling Taiyin sword shines brightly, and the cold air freezes the whole world, cutting everything horizontally, and nothing can stop it.

"Boom!"

After a shocking loud noise, Yin Yue Que's body was filled with taiyin demonic energy flying around, knocking away the swords that were chasing him to chop into pieces. His clothes were in rags and he was in a state of embarrassment.

"Damn it, if my ancestor hadn't given me a Taiyin Blade to protect me, I would have died today."

Yin Yue Que suffered a big loss and quickly gathered the disciples of the Taiyin Demon Sect around him and set up a large formation to resist the torrent of millions of sword energy slashed by the sword sect's one hundred thousand sword cultivators.

On the other side, Zong Qingru and other demon sect supremes showed their magical powers to protect the seven-day demon sect disciples who were scattered and pushed back by the torrent of sword energy. They set up war formations to resist the torrent of sword energy.

"As long as the Emperor and the Holy Lord kill the old ghost Dong Yinshu, Haoran Mansion and the Sword Sect will have to answer here. There is no need to fight against the Sword Sect's 100,000 sword cultivators."

After the death of Li Qingting, the prestige of the Sword Sect declined. However, the Sword Sect had one hundred thousand sword cultivators and could not be underestimated. They used their force to suppress the Southern Wilderness and prevent the Seven Heavenly Demon Sect from entering Chixian Shenzhou.

This time, if Little Miss Bai had not led the elite of the Demon Sect as a Tao Grandmaster, I am afraid that the Sword Sect set up by the Sword Sect would not have allowed them to pass easily.

However, the Sword Sect monks have always been people who would rather break than bend. When the old man Sword God heard the news, he immediately issued an order from the head of the clan to mobilize all the disciples from the two states and Shiwan Mountain to personally lead the team to support Haoran Mansion.

Sword Sect and Haoran Mansion have a close relationship. Sword Sect monks will never stand idly by and take care of themselves. For example, when Li Qingting faces a celestial monster like Emperor Monkey, he would rather fight into the Xuanfei Gate alone with his sword than take a step back and ask for help. To gain one's own stability, this is the way to practice swordsmanship. You would rather die than retreat!

"You are a bunch of stubborn people. Since you are looking for death, I will help you."

In the sky, Miss Bai saw the old sword god leading the sword sect monks to come out in full force. A cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and the sword light in her palm that was originally aimed at Dong Yinshu changed its direction.

A colorful crystal light lit up in the void, like lightning, like thunder, and like starlight from outside the sky, with the energy to destroy everything and kill all, it turned into a sword energy light curtain and enveloped it, like the palm of a god pressing down. In the vast land, wherever it passes, there is no air, all the ideas are extinguished, and all tangible and intangible existences are wiped out under this colorful light.

"not good!"

When the monks of Jian Zong and Haoran Mansion saw this scene, their hearts were shocked. There was a huge gap that could not be bridged between the Great Master and ordinary monks, which could not be bridged by numbers.

At that time, the Cangtian Demon Lord casually smashed through the mountain-protecting formation of the human world and knocked down the forbidden treasures of the gods. Almost all nine heretics were wiped out and all fell. This led to the decline of the heretics, and there were less than three masters at the level of Da Zhenren. If it hadn't been for the rise of Ji Game and the establishment of the Taoist Alliance to overwhelm the Kunxu Realm, heretics would have been cut off by the two paths of good and evil.

If the one hundred thousand monks of the Sword Sect were to forcefully intercept the colorful sword energy light curtain wielded by Little Lady Bai in anger, they would probably lose at least 20% of their strength and suffer heavy losses.

"Open the formation and let fellow Taoists from Jian Sect enter."

At the critical moment, Lin Xuan made a decisive decision and told the elders and disciples of Haoran Mansion that the entire Sword Sect was supporting Haoran Mansion and he could not ignore it.

"Headmaster!"

Several elders from the Sheji Academy were hesitant when they saw this, and they tried to dissuade Lin Xuan from his decision.

"Open the formation. Fellow Taoist Sect disciples have traveled thousands of miles to come here. If we allow them to be damaged, the morale of our students in Haoran Mansion will be damaged and most of their skills will be lost."

Lin Xuan is known as the gentleman's sword. He has the beautiful qualities of a gentleman and will naturally not be ungrateful. His eyes are full of sharp light and his body exudes a breathtaking aura. He said very firmly.

"But if the Ziyang Formation is opened and the two great masters of the Demon Sect, the Emperor and the Demon Sect's Holy Lord, take action at the same time, the school that has lost its blessing may also suffer heavy losses!"

The elders of Haoran Mansion are not ungrateful, but have calmly thought about it. Even if they open the formation, they will not be able to stop the attack of the Grand Master of the Demon Sect, and may even cause Haoran Mansion to suffer heavy losses.

At this time, Qu Hanshu also returned to Lin Xuan's side, looked around, stretched out his hand, and a long harp behind him fell into his palm, with gray antlers and a black snake belly. He sat cross-legged, his whole body seemed like a pool of deep spring, extremely calm and profound.

"Old Longyin, uncle, have you obtained the approval of this sacred musical instrument?"

When Lin Xuan saw this, his eyes lit up, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he quickly asked Qu Hanshu.

"I just have to be able to fight Old Longyin and borrow part of my strength. You guys must move fast!"

The energy around Qu Hanshu's body was deep and thick, and his whole mind was integrated with the dark and simple Changqin. Ripples appeared in the surrounding void, like a gurgling stream, spreading continuously. The Jinyang Erzhou that Sheji Academy has been operating for thousands of years The earth veins were mobilized and borrowed, and a strange aura enveloped the world.

"Humph, I had expected you would do this!"

A cold light flashed in Little Lady Bai's eyes, and her pretty face was filled with the color of frost. With a wave of her right hand, the seven-colored sword energy light curtain in the sky suddenly accelerated, annihilating thousands of wind and clouds, and all kinds of weather. It changed direction again, and heavily He slashed towards the purple mountain in the center of Sheji Academy.

This seemingly inconspicuous hill is the spiritual hub of the entire Jinyang Continent. It gathers thousands of miles of luck and essences from all directions, and even the Supreme Sealing Heaven Ruler cannot completely suppress it.

"As long as this hub is broken, the entire Haoran Mansion will be accessible to my demon gate, and the realm of heaven and man will no longer be able to suppress the demonic energy."

Upon seeing this, Master Dong's face changed slightly. Regardless of his own injuries, he intercepted the attack with his right hand. The energy of the altar under his feet faintly fluctuated, revealing a slight gap.

The Holy Son of Qiye caught a glimpse of Taishi Dong's flaw, and without hesitation, he exerted force with his five fingers, and the Yuan Tu Sword at his waist was unsheathed again. The sword light gathered blood all over the sky. It was extremely sharp and sharp, and it was about to strike Taishi Dong's body. .

Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky from the purple mountain of Haoran Mansion, and part of the blood in the sky was shaken away, revealing nine vast purple suns.

When the Haoran Mansion was at its peak, it possessed nine divinely forbidden treasures, corresponding to the nine Confucian classics. This old dragon chanting harp is one of them. It was made by a former harp master's natal harp fused with a mysterious ancient dragon soul. It contains the power to control the celestial phenomena and has incredible power.

Qu Hanshu pressed his hands on the dark piano, his eyes were dim, his breath was deep, almost nonexistent, and a very concentrated energy spread to the entire void. He plucked a gray string with no aura at all.

"boom!"

In an instant, a divine voice sounded between heaven and earth, like the roar of a tiger or the roar of a dragon. Dark and deep brilliance spread out from the strings, filling the bright sky and the void.

Little Lady Bai's swing was strong enough to annihilate mountains and split the vast seven-colored sword energy barrier before it fell, but it was swallowed up by endless darkness, and no sound was made.

Taking this opportunity, the Ziyang Formation in Haoran Mansion was opened, and one hundred thousand swords from the Sword Sect poured into Sheji Academy. There was no need to face the supreme power of the Grandmaster of Humanity anymore.

The Ziyang Formation was activated again, and a curtain of purple light soared into the sky. It was shown for nine days, and reached the mountains. There were even more vast and vast millions of sword lights filling it, making the Supreme Sealing Heaven Ruler in Zong Qingru's hand tremble slightly, as if It has exceeded the limit of the ban that this treasure can suppress.

"Hey, ignore these stubborn bones and kill this old guy first!"

Little Madam Bai was not angry, and looked at Master Dong very calmly, with murderous intent overflowing.

"The sun and moon illuminate the heart of the heart, and the heaven and earth forge the soul!"

At this time, Dong Taishi's Qi has stabilized. The historical heart of Haoran Mansion can be forged with the endless Haoran righteousness in the world, allowing Tiangang righteousness to flow through the body with the blood, refining all the darkness and evil thoughts in the mind. , extremely mysterious and endlessly mysterious.

Although Taishi Dong's blood was drained by the Qiye Saint Son's sword, his awe-inspiring energy still circulated in his body. If it hadn't been for the sword in his heart, it would have hardly affected his strength.

"In this life, I will act openly and honestly, with a clear conscience!"

Facing the bright sword light of the Seven Nights Saint, Master Dong was slightly in a trance and murmured to himself. The ancient altar under his feet flew up and blocked the Yuantu Sword. It made a rattling sound and several cracks appeared.

"For the sake of this bright universe and vast world, why should I cherish this loyal heart? So what if it turns into a clay sculpture!"

Grandmaster Dong waved out his palm and directly shattered the ancient altar that had been spent in sacrifice. An ancient and profound aura filled the sky and earth, revealing a piece of earth-yellow mud.

Little Lady Bai stopped her attack and cautiously raised the emperor's flag in front of her, blocking out the terrifying aura that once dominated everything in the world and controlled the life and death of all living beings.

In the Great Immortal Cloud Palace of the East China Sea, the fairy light is vast, the stars gather, and it is as sacred as the Pure Land Heavenly Palace. An illusory river of destiny flashed through Ji Boyi's bright and clear eyes, and he murmured as he saw the scenes.

"Interesting, it turned out to be the last piece of clay left on the Emperor's altar. It contains a ray of heavenly energy and has supreme power!"

In the sky above Haoran Mansion, the khaki mud exuded chaotic airflow, blending into Grand Master Dong's wounds and into the heart of history. His whole aura had undergone earth-shaking changes, like the incarnation of the vast sky, the will of heaven. The blade.

The blood light between heaven and earth could no longer cover the awe-inspiring purple sun, and the sky in the Styx Cave of the Seven Nights Saint Son began to shake. His mind was tense, and the infinite blood light gathered on the sword blade, and he was on guard with all his strength.

The imperial flag in front of Lady Bai also began to vibrate continuously, and a terrifying murderous intention contained in the deepest part of the treasure began to awaken, and along an unknown connection, it merged into her Yuan Shen Dao heart.

Dong Yinshu abandoned the last worries in his heart and incorporated the yellow mud block into his body with the Heaven-Human Induction Sutra, becoming a puppet that carried the coming of Heaven.

The Way of Heaven descended, the world resonated, and the long river of destiny began to become ethereal and empty, changing its original trajectory and rushing towards an unknown direction.

The gaunt-faced, tall-crowned and wide-belted Master Dong looked indifferent, raised his palm, and uttered five words without any fluctuation.

"The rain will come when the time comes."

The thunderclap in the sky shocked the masters and disciples of the Seven Heavenly Demon Sect, and their faces changed drastically. Some screamed, some vomited blood, and some even exploded and died.

"Nine Laws of the Way of Heaven, Nine Categories of the Hongfan!"

In the depths of the Great Immortal Cloud Palace, an ancient and heavy divine bell appeared above Ji Boyi's head, shaking slightly, and waves of sound rushed into the long river of destiny, suppressing the turbulent river water. A solemn look appeared on his face, and he spoke slowly.