Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1357 Cang Hao, give him a push.

Nine inches had been covered in the ten-inch distance, leaving only the last inch. The near-certain success made the Sword Master feel uneasy, but he didn't dwell on it.

It's just a matter of putting in a little more effort.

With this in mind, Sword Lord directly used the [Heavenly Dao] to further enhance the mystery of [Emotional Threads], preparing to completely fill the last inch of the gap.

“Clang clang——!”

The threads of emotion transformed into a sword, and the sword's cry echoed from the "Other Shore," carrying unparalleled power and a vast aura. This time, the Sword Lord truly held nothing back.

Then she discovered that one inch had become nine-tenths of an inch.

Sword Lord: "."

'Um. ’

A sudden surge of unease welled up inside me, but I had just managed to reduce the distance from ten inches to one inch, and then struggled to increase it from one inch to nine-tenths of an inch.

We can't just give up now, can we?
"Boom."

Just as Sword Lord hesitated, a sudden commotion came from outside the Sea of ​​Light. A terrifying power surged in the void, seemingly trying to break into the Sea of ​​Light.

"Fellow Daoists, what are you doing?"

It is Lü Yang's true form.

Upon seeing this, Jianjun frowned deeply: "He's realized something's wrong. No, we must completely implant the [Love Threads] before then, or all our efforts will be in vain."

Thinking of this, Sword Lord immediately put aside his concerns and turned to look at Cang Hao, who was also on the fourth floor. He said in a deep voice, "Use [Fate] to empower me. I'm only nine points away from victory. This concerns the grand plan of [Heavenly Dao] and cannot be failed. Give him a push and help me unleash this final sword strike."

Cang Hao: "."

I let you go see that Daoist Master Xuande, and now you actually want my help? It's utterly shameless! Do you think I don't have a temper?

They really have no temper.

Looking at the [Love Threads] that were already almost covered in patina and wrapped around his primordial spirit, he finally sighed and mobilized his great power to bless the Sword Lord.

"Boom!"

With Cang Hao's help, Sword Lord's condition immediately reached its peak. He condensed his emotions into a sword and struck directly at the brow of Lü Yang's mental clone.

A nine-point distance was pushed forward in one go.
One point.

Yes, this time it was truly only a hair's breadth away, a mere fraction, a tenth of an inch, and the light of the love thread could almost touch Lü Yang's brow.

Faced with this scene, blood trickled from the corner of Lü Yang's mouth, and his primordial spirit fire was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind. However, it still emitted a last ray of light before his death, barely holding up the Sword Lord's Love Thread Sword. Yet, his face was pale, as if he would faint at any moment.

This time, however, the Sword Lord finally realized what was happening.

"Bastard!"

Above the other shore, the voice was no longer cold and clear, but mysterious and soaring, as if the Sword Lord's blood pressure had suddenly spiked, almost overwhelming her reason.

However, just before she went berserk, she managed to maintain her composure.

'No, someone's plotting against me!'

With her keen sense of awareness, she wouldn't have been taken advantage of until now. She should have noticed something was amiss the first time she sensed something was wrong!
Who did it?
In a flash, the Sword Master locked onto the attacker:

"Wanbao!"

A thunderous roar descended from the fourth level of the Other Shore, like a silver river hanging from the heavens, crashing into the second level of the Other Shore and revealing a golden Buddha statue.

What one sees is the true form of the World Honored One, a majestic Buddha statue with outstretched arms, its crown radiating light, suddenly manifesting 108,000 arms, all making a lifting motion, and in the center of their palms lies a shattered, about-to-collapse golden umbrella.

It was a magical artifact. And the wondrous workings of this artifact were none other than a torrent of calamities, an umbrella that blotted out the sky, causing all the cultivators who witnessed it to feel dizzy.

Of course, this treasure has nothing to do with [calamity].

It's just a copy.

Even the prototype it imitated was not "calamity", but "wood of the five elements", using "Great Forest Wood" as a reference, and the magic weapon was finally created.

Normally, such magical artifacts are almost useless, at most slightly affecting the Dao Lord's thoughts, but far from enough to shake his primordial spirit. However, this time, the Sword Lord's entire mind was focused on Lü Yang, and he actually fell for it. That's why he was momentarily overwhelmed and completely fooled by Lü Yang.

"Amitabha."

Putting away the shattered treasure umbrella, the World Honored One retracted his Dao Lord true form and tilted his head innocently: "Senior, please don't be angry. There's something even angrier coming."

what?
The next second, Sword Lord suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness. This was not a weakness in his rank or power, but rather a depletion of his primordial spirit.

'not good! '

What came into view was that Lü Yang, who had just seemed to be driven to the brink of despair, suddenly sprang up and swallowed the [Emotional Threads], which was filled with the Sword Lord's profound mystery, in one gulp. As a result, the primordial spirit contained in this clone surged, instantly transforming from a flickering candle in the wind into the blazing sun.

"My [love affair]!"

Sword Lord was furious, but was shocked to find that after his [Emotional Threads] were swallowed by Lü Yang, he was like a fish out of the sea and could no longer sense them.

"Hahaha!"

Only then did Lü Yang let out a loud laugh. Without saying another word, his primordial spirit vanished, and he immediately began to flee towards the outside of the sea of ​​light.

This is incredibly nutritious!
Sword Lord sent over a massive amount of [Love Threads] in one go. If he could refine them all, his cultivation of his primordial spirit might be able to advance even further.

However, everything has its gains and losses. While Lü Yang gained a great advantage, Jian Jun naturally suffered a great loss, and an unprecedented one at that. After all, before this, [Love Threads] had always only brought her benefits. When had it ever been a case of throwing good money after bad?

"That's unreasonable!"

In an instant, the Heavenly Dao appeared, sealing off the Sea of ​​Light and immediately blocking the path of Lü Yang's clone, which was filled with Emotional Threads, from leaving the Sea of ​​Light.

However—this suited him perfectly.

"If the top doesn't work, then let's try the bottom."

Lu Yang flashed and quickly returned to the Underworld. Then he went downhill, seemingly trying to jump from the depths of the Underworld to escape the blockade of the Heavenly Dao.

Thinking back to his previous lives, this was how he sent the Heavenly Palace out of the Sea of ​​Light.

This is nothing more than repeating the same old tricks.

At the same time, this is the most reasonable course of action given that the Sea of ​​Light is blocked, and even the First Saint who was secretly spying on it could not find any fault with it.

It didn't work.

Deep within the underworld, the [Looking-Homeward Terrace], one of its components, suddenly lit up, and the rolling sword cries, like the Great Wall, blocked Lü Yang's escape route.

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth!
Sword Lord absolutely would not allow Lü Yang to leave Guanghai with [Love Threads] like this. Now that he was blocked from both sides, he was clearly planning to turn on him!
Ultimately, there is a difference in social standing.

At the summit of the Other Shore, the First Saint shook his head.

Even after his fundamental transformation, when he no longer needs to worry about the "Emotional Threads," it's still wishful thinking to take them away right under the Sword Lord's nose.

But at this moment.

Inside the [Emperor's Hall], a young Taoist priest dressed in a black robe strolled in, a smile playing on his lips, and casually entered.

(End of this chapter)