Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 113 Demonic Heart Chain Blade Like Fire!

The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves ripple like waves.

A refreshing coolness swept across the Central Plains, hitting people's faces.

Her purple skirt swayed slightly in the air, accompanied by the soft sound of birds flapping their wings. With a leap, Aruina stepped onto the green tiles of the roof.

She stood while pouring the wine.
The wine flowed in a straight line, tilted by the wind, and landed perfectly in the wine bowl below.

The bubbles gradually thickened, yet not a single drop spilled onto the hand holding the bowl.

Zhou Yi drank another bowl and invited her to chat.

Aryuina moved the empty wine jar aside, placing herself more than a foot away from him, and sat down with her legs bent.

"I noticed you were engrossed in studying the scriptures. What brings you up here?"

The young girl carried a wine jar and poured herself a drink from a bowl.

When she clinked glasses with Zhou Yi, her deep blue eyes reflected two strands of frosty white: "You sit alone drinking, and even the autumn wind seems to have turned cold."

"Come up and have a few drinks with me."

Zhou Yi noticed her gaze, so he pinched her white temples with two fingers and stroked them to the ends.

"Are you looking at this?"

"Did something go wrong with your training?"

"My cousin still cares about me quite a bit."

Hearing him say that, Aryuina downed her drink in one gulp, and the worry in her eyes disappeared.

Then he turned on the fire to evaporate all the alcohol.

It was absolutely impossible to see a hint of wine on her face.

"Waste, waste!"

Zhou Yi sighed twice.

Unfortunately, Ina remained unresponsive as usual; she didn't particularly enjoy alcohol and, one could say, found no pleasure in it whatsoever.

I was naturally unmoved by Zhou Yi's words.

"Those with superb martial arts skills do not show their age. Like the Empress Yin, who was over seventy years old, she still looked youthful and her appearance remained unchanged."

"These two gray hairs of mine are just from overworking. I will be able to make up for it after practicing my internal energy for two days."

"Actually, this is a good thing."

Zhou Yi changed the subject, drawing her attention.

"Because it has been proven in advance that my power can reverse the years, even in seventy or eighty years, I will still look the same as I do now."

For women, this is an irresistible temptation.

"Your martial arts are extremely profound, perhaps even surpassing those of Sabulokhan, but unfortunately I cannot master them."

Aryuina couldn't help but look in the direction where the two young Taoist boys were.

She picked up the wine jar again and poured him some wine: "Do you have any ideas, cousin?"

“There’s no way to do it for now, but maybe I can figure something out. Until then, you should continue your habit of studying the classics.”

If someone else had said this, given her martial arts skills, she would have certainly scoffed at it.

The girl didn't say it, but she admired her cousin very much.

Even a great master, if we set aside his current skill level and talk about talent, would find it extremely difficult to compare with him.

After carefully studying the "Laozi Xiang'er Commentary", she finally discovered an astonishing secret.

Although the Taiping Dao's sacred manual is wondrous, like other Daoist scriptures, it does not explicitly demonstrate martial arts techniques.

The so-called Taiping Hongbao was nothing but a fabrication.

But the Fifth Book still exists.

Moreover, it was all created bit by bit under her witness.

Guang Chengzi, the teacher of the Yellow Emperor, created the Longevity Formula. The secrets revealed in the Fifth Wonder Book may be even greater than those in the Longevity Formula. She has already discovered the changes in those two little ones.

That is
His talent even surpasses that of Guang Chengzi.

Such a cousin is indeed worthy of a little admiration.

As she poured the wine, she slightly raised her eyes, and amidst the swirling wine foam, she saw those two strands of frosty white hair at her temples, like reeds covered in dew, stirring ripples in the calm lake of her heart.

Even the most indifferent heart will be touched by the clear spring under the moonlight.

However, this most aloof man in the Sui Dynasty, in a tone devoid of romance, reminded him:
"Cousin, the wine has spilled."

As soon as he spoke, Aryuina suddenly raised her hand, spilling the wine even more heavily, which flowed down his arm and soaked his chest and collar.

Zhou Yi waved his hand dismissively, showing no blame.

After all, it's the allure of eternal youth.

He raised his wine bowl, drank half of it down, and spilled the other half onto his clothes.

It's as if to say, "I spilled it myself, it's not my cousin's fault."

Aryuina shifted her gaze and changed the subject: "Your skills have improved again, and your aura has changed a lot. I can't control it as well as you do."

"Okay."

Zhou Yi's breath reeking of alcohol was swept away by the wind:
"There are at least several dozen people in the world who have this ability. I was originally standing, but now I can barely sit down and eat with them."

“You are much younger than them.”

Before the girl could say anything more, she suddenly looked toward the mountain path.

Zhou Yi nodded to her, and the two of them came down from the roof together.

His cousin took the wine away, while he changed his clothes in the blink of an eye.

Upon returning to the main hall, a tall and imposing disciple, his body radiating with external qi, stepped forward to report:

"Master, Chief Qiu has arrived."

"please."

After Qiu Wenzhong entered the temple, he was about to pay his respects in the main hall of the temple when he saw the abbot, who had not appeared for more than a month.

His demeanor had changed dramatically; simply by standing there, he exuded a profound and mysterious aura that transcended his age.

Every tiny movement was perfectly in harmony with everything in the main hall.

Such a composed manifestation of martial arts spirit and energy is unparalleled in Nanyang County.

"Guanzhu."

Qiu Wenzhong was thrilled, feeling that Nanyang had finally settled down and made a name for itself in the world.

This made him even more hopeful for the future.

"sit."

Zhou Yi asked him to sit down: "Why did you come all this way in person? Is there something important?"

Qiu Wenzhong quickly gathered his thoughts and emotions and replied:

“At the end of last year, the Gray-Clad Gang recruited a new member. I saw that he was a scholar with some talent, so I arranged for him to work in a silk shop with mediocre business. Unexpectedly, after a few months, the silk shop’s business revived and became even more prosperous.”

"Feeling that he was capable, after investigating his identity, we brought him to the main headquarters of the gang to work as a clerk."

Several months have passed.

Qiu Wenzhong paused for a moment: "At first I was just testing him, but I gradually discovered that his ability to handle gang affairs was even better than mine."

"After several verifications, it was indeed the case."

"After some hesitation, we brought him here after all."

"It would be a waste for me to keep such a talented person in the gang."

After hearing this, Zhou Yi did not ask about the man's identity, but instead nodded happily to Qiu Wenzhong.

"Your father doesn't know you well enough."

"The Wen Zhong he mentioned is not that outstanding."

Qiu Wenzhong smiled modestly, thinking to himself that he had not done anything wrong.

If jealousy hinders the development of talented individuals, then that is truly a poor choice.

"Please allow me to see this gentleman."

"Yes, I'll bring him in right away."

At the entrance of Wuzhuang Temple stood a scholar in his thirties. He had delicate features, a straight nose, and a long beard.

At this moment, a pair of eyes filled with divine light were curiously observing the Crane Fairy outside the Wuzhuang Temple.

During my time in Nanyang, I gradually figured out the true situation of the place.

They also knew that there were deeper figures behind the Gray Clothes Gang.

However, looking at the several muscular men near the gate who had cultivated their inner energy, he was still somewhat surprised.

The atmosphere at this Taoist temple was quite different from what I had imagined.

This must be a unique preference of a peculiar person in the martial arts world.

Hearing footsteps coming from inside, he straightened his expression.

Even the leader of the Gray-Clad Gang needs to be announced before entering; this single point reveals the unique identity of the person inside.

"Mr. Xu, please."

"Thank you."

At this point, Qiu Wenzhong no longer concealed anything and whispered a reminder:
"When Mr. Xu speaks, he should know that all matters in Nanyang depend on the words of the abbot."

The scholar and Qiu Wenzhong exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming as they realized, "So that's how it is."

At the same time, we became more vigilant.

Knowing such a secret is tantamount to entering a dragon's den or a tiger's lair.

It's impossible to win over Yang Dalongtou's heart with just gratitude.

As Qiu Wenzhong entered the main hall, the scholar, upon seeing the man, felt even more deeply than Qiu Wenzhong.

This wasn't the first time the two had met!

"Guanzhu."

"Oh, friend, it's you."

Zhou Yi thought of his trip to Huai'an, where he had a meal at a butcher shop and met a down-on-his-luck江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world).

The scholar stepped forward, bowed, and said with a smile:

"That day, Xu Xingzhi received a meal and wine, but little did he know that it was a gift from the abbot."

Xu Xing bowed repeatedly, marveling at the wonder of the place.

Zhou Yi hadn't been in a hurry to ask who the person was, but now that he heard the name, he stepped forward and pulled him to sit down.

"Mr. Xu, please have a seat."

This is a genius strategist!
We've only met briefly in the martial arts world, and now we suddenly meet again. It's only right that we be a little more enthusiastic.

The first time Xu Xingzhi received such courtesy in Nanyang was thanks to the overlord of Nanyang. Although he had traveled all over the world and was very knowledgeable, he still felt very warm at this moment.

Qiu Wenzhong, who was standing to the side, was even more surprised, never expecting that they had met before.

Seemingly sensing the abbot's attitude, Qiu Wenzhong, lacking curiosity, simply took his leave.
"Master, Mr. Xu has arrived. I'll go back and handle some matters within the sect."

"Go."

Zhou Yi responded and then asked Taibao to escort him down the mountain.

"Why did you pretend to be down on your luck in Huai'an that day?"

Detailed explanation of "虚行之":
"I am originally from Jingling. After traveling around the martial world, I returned to my hometown a month later and received an invitation from Fang Daoyuan, the right vanguard of Duba Manor, to serve as a clerk under him."

"Because of the news brought back by the Dangyang caravan, I learned about the changes in Nanyang."

Out of curiosity, I put aside Fang Daoyuan's invitation and went to Nanyang to take a look first.

"I have some limited knowledge, and with my understanding of martial arts, it shouldn't be difficult for me to join any of the major powers. However, I would then miss the perspective of ordinary people in Nanyang."

So he disguised himself as a down-on-his-luck wanderer and went from the bottom up to see what Nanyang was really like.

Having said this, he looked at Zhou Yi, finding it rather peculiar:

"I never expected that I would run into the person I most wanted to see in Nanyang when I was in Huai'an."

"However, upon seeing the abbot today, I feel that his demeanor is even more radiant than before."

At this moment, two young Taoist boys brought over tea, and Zhou Yi said:

"It's not so much about elegance, just a touch of weariness."

As he said this, Xu Xingzhi looked up and suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.

The young man, with his temples streaked with white and an unfathomable air, was flanked by two spiritually gifted young disciples, one on his left and one on his right.

The three figures seem to have merged with the statue of Huang Lao Er.

Looking again at the hall, there was the "Ode to the Divine Sword of Peace".

In this atmosphere, upon seeing Zhanlu on the Divine Sword Ode, Xu Xingzhi seemed to sense a powerful sword aura.

He traveled extensively throughout the martial arts world, visiting Buddhist temples and Taoist monasteries, and associating with many chivalrous figures in the martial arts world.

But I've never experienced such a scene before.

With just one glance, he foresaw that the land of the rising dragon might one day shock the entire nation.

With these thoughts in mind, and considering all that had happened in Nanyang, Xu Xingzhi no longer wanted to return to Jingling.

At the same time, he left no room for retreat and asked directly:

"May I ask who the abbot is?"

"You want to know?"

"think."

Zhou Yi remained silent, but the two young Taoist disciples seemed to understand him perfectly.

Xia Shu said, "My senior brother studied under Huang Lao and received the teachings from Heaven and Man. He is the first successor of the Taiping Dao."

Yan Qiu said, "He is indeed the contemporary Taiping Celestial Master."

All three of them turned their gazes toward Xu Xingzhi, and even though he was filled with righteous indignation, he could not meet his eyes at this moment.

Sensing that the strategist was under too much pressure, Zhou Yi sent the two young men away.

The two children practiced his "Reflections on the Celestial Master," which naturally suited his temperament.

The three of them standing together exuded a truly astonishing aura.

The virtual journey, combined with the situation in Nanyang, requires digesting this massive amount of information.

After finishing his cup of tea, he turned around and finally understood the turmoil behind Nanyang.

It turns out that the abbot has this identity.

Then everything in Nanyang can be explained.

Xu Xingzhi also felt a surge of exhilaration, as if the clouds had parted and the fog had cleared, allowing him to see everything clearly.

He suddenly became serious, his eyes sharp: "I have something unpleasant to say."

"But it doesn't matter."

"The Celestial Master has long been famous throughout the Central Plains. News of the Taiping Hongbao has even reached the palace. Martial arts practitioners all over the country have heard of it."

Therefore.

"You cannot live in peace in Nanyang! Otherwise, you will be killed sooner or later, and your relatives and friends will also suffer the consequences."

Zhou Yi did not interrupt, and Xu Xingzhi continued:

“If the Sui dynasty loses the deer, the Celestial Master will surely pursue it. However, he must proceed slowly and deliberately. If he acts too hastily, he will become the vanguard for the king and benefit others.”

Zhou Yi asked, "What good plan do you have, sir?"

Xu Xingzhi did not speak immediately, but thought for a moment before saying, "The Celestial Master must find a way to take Xiangyang, and control the vital region of the world."

"There is no war in Sichuan and Chongqing. It is controlled by several major martial arts forces. These forces are watching the world from the sidelines, waiting for a wise ruler. We must make them have the same attitude as Yang Dalongtou."

"I don't know how the Celestial Master interacts with people within the Taoist community."

"If the Taoist sect stands with the Celestial Master, this will be the entry point into the martial arts world of Sichuan and Chongqing, because Yuan Tiangang, the Taoist grandmaster, is in Sichuan and Chongqing."

"The Celestial Master also wants to use Nanyang as a base to make friends with heroes from all walks of life."

"Once we have taken control of Nanyang, Xiangyang, and Bashu, we can seize Luoyang and use it to blockade Guanzhong and gain control of the upper reaches of the Yangtze and Huai Rivers. Then we can raise the banner again, use the momentum to drive the masses to follow suit, and lead the thirty-six regional leaders. At that time, the great cause can be accomplished."

He glanced at Zhou Yi, waiting for his answer.

Zhou Yi noticed that Xu Xingzhi was somewhat agitated, and followed suit:
“I have some friends in the Taoist community, so it’s not a problem for me to get acquainted with Fellow Daoist Yuan Tiangang, but to ask him to persuade Bashu is asking the impossible.”

"It doesn't matter."

Xu Xingzhi smiled: "The Celestial Master has a great advantage, which is that he has such skill at such a young age. At least in the Taoist sect, you can't find a second one like him."

"The future number one Taoist master will undoubtedly be the Celestial Master."

"In the martial arts world, only fists matter. Even the martial arts judge of Bashu Duzun Fort has to accept this system."

"Moreover, the Celestial Master has another entry point, which is the power of Yin and Yang."

Zhou Yi understood: "You want me to go and find the Heavenly Goddess."

"Exactly!"

Xu Xingzhi perked up: "Tongtian Shenmu has a disciple named Sina, who is one of the four leaders of the Ba Alliance. The three major powers in Bashu are Duzun Fort, the Sichuan Gang, and the Ba Alliance."

"As long as we gain the approval of the Heavenly Mother, we will be in the lead in the Ba Alliance."

Zhou Yi had already imagined the scene of emerging from the darkness with the Tongtian Divine Mother, ringing the bell to summon the soul—it was simply too beautiful.

Xu Xingzhi had just found his rhythm and was about to talk about the changes after the siege of Yanmen when Zhou Yi interrupted him:
"Mr. Xu, please don't worry."

“You don’t know much about my situation. You can go and ask Mr. Chen first. You can bring it up later if you have any ideas.”

"There's one more thing."

Zhou Yi stared intently at him: "My situation is far from as good as you think, it's even fraught with danger. Mr. Xu, do you really want to get on my boat?"

"I've been wandering the world, and I feel that Nanyang is a rare place of peace, but it is also in the center of chaos."

"This is thanks to Yang Dalongtou."

Xu Xingzhi said, "Even a man as heroic and righteous as Yang Dalongtou is convinced by the Heavenly Master. Why should I, Xu, need to think?"

"I came here from Jingling to make a name for myself."

"Having learned about Nanyang, and now having met the Celestial Master, I will never turn back."

He clasped his hands in a deep bow, as if a strategist were meeting his lord.

Zhou Yi stood up to help him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Xu, you are my Zhang Liang."

Xu Xingzhi was pleased, but having accomplished nothing, he dared not accept any instruction.

Suddenly remembering something that happened near my hometown of Jingling, I casually asked:
"Does the Celestial Master know anyone from Pegasus Ranch?"

Zhou Yi nodded: "I have some correspondence with the mall owner."

Xu Xingzhi hurriedly asked, "Is it related to the warhorse business?"

"No, it was just casual chatting and exchanging letters, discussing food."

Ok? !

Xu Xing was so startled that he took a step back. As a native of Jingling, he knew the Pegasus Ranch very well.

The owner of that mountain town was known for his aloofness and self-admiration; how could he possibly confide in someone about private matters?

At this moment, he glanced at his lord's face and was overjoyed.

Busy said:

"The Pegasus Mountain City is home to countless wealthy people, with dozens of caravans under their command. Their businesses span the entire country, and they have horses, soldiers, passes, and dangers. All the major powers in the world want to befriend them."

"I have a brilliant plan to offer to the Celestial Master."

Zhou Yi said, "Mr. Xu taught me."

Xu Xingzhi's expression was meticulous: "The Celestial Master should personally enter the game, gaining both the beauty and the mountain city. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Zhou Yi listened but smiled and remained silent.
He left Xu Xingzhi with a meal, and then sent someone to take him to find Old Chen.

With the outbreak of the siege of Yanmen, the emperor lost his authority, and the world descended into further chaos.

Chen Laomou and others were also eager to make a move.

However, Zhou Yi was not in a hurry at all and calmly meditated and practiced his skills on the mountain.

Now he has successfully refined the three dantian points: Huangting, Jinlu, and Guanyuan.

In addition, the Tanzhong acupoint was already open.

He had already reached the level of refining the spirit of the apertures and mastered the "earth" aspect of the dual cultivation of body and mind, but he could not open the remaining ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.

However, once the body's true energy is refined and perfected to the spiritual level, one can freely control and release one's own aura.

Its foundation is extremely deep.

Grandma Dugu's practice notes helped him save a lot of time in figuring things out.

I practiced for another day while observing.

Zhou Yishuang's white temples turned black again, miraculously reflecting his age.

Now I finally understand why those masters can stay young forever.

On the fourth day of Xu Xingzhi's scheme to present a handsome man, Zhou Yi received an urgent report from Xiangyang, and his brows furrowed in shock.

I picked up my sword and called my cousin to come down the mountain to sketch.
North of Xiangyang City.

A wooden boat had just reached the Baihe River when the person on board, finding the upstream speed too slow, leaped across the river in one bound and sailed away.

They stayed at a roadside inn near Xinye that day.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, they set off towards Nanyang.

He walked along the main road, seemingly leisurely, but his pale, beardless face carried a gloomy expression.

Nanyang's decision was ultimately made by Bian Bufu.

He was naturally responsible for that enormous loss. He simply couldn't swallow this insult.

How could he tolerate being humiliated by such lowly junior members of the Taoist sect?
However, Zhou Laotan's group did leave him with some trauma.

After enjoying a period of happiness in Xiangyang and weathering the aftermath of the turmoil caused by the Evil Extreme Sect and the Yin Gui Sect, he finally left the city.

Bian Bufu was unaware that he had made a high-profile trip to the Zuo family in Yanyang that day.

His identity had long been discovered by those with ulterior motives.

At this moment, Bian Bufeng, dressed as a scholar, exuded the charm of a mature man, holding a folding fan in his hand, and swayed as he walked on the bluestone avenue.

Given his status and position, it would be difficult for him to talk about causing trouble for a junior member of the Taoist sect.

but,

He has never been one to care about his reputation.

Only by bringing that junior's head back to Xiangyang this time can we regain our lost prestige.

Outside Xinye City, there is a pavilion with a stele inside, left by a descendant of Deng Yu, the leader of the Twenty-Eight Generals of Yuntai.

After passing this pavilion, there is a small hill only three miles away.

Rows of roadside inns lined the hillside, their wine flags fluttering in the breeze.

A while ago, many business travelers stopped here to rest, and the sounds of donkeys braying, horses neighing, and people talking filled the air, making it a very lively place.

However.
After several gangs of thieves, condoned by Qian Duguan, ransacked the area, the owners of several shops were no match for the bandits. Many of them died, and the shops were looted and ransacked, forcing them to relocate their businesses.

Bian Bufu frowned slightly as soon as he arrived.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, a man and a woman were seen resting there.

Right at the front of that dilapidated hotel, on a table with its edges chipped off by a sharp blade, a man and a woman were drinking.

Bian Bufu originally didn't intend to pay attention, but
After glancing at the girl, his eyes gleamed with lust. He closed his fan, a cold smile playing on his lips, and walked over.

He wouldn't care about two juniors.

Bian Bufu ignored the somewhat familiar young man and looked at the girl with the stronger aura.

Then, with a flourish of his folding fan, he said with a rather dashing air, "Miss, how about having a drink with me?"

He stood under the blood-stained thatched shed, his spirits high, radiating a powerful aura.

He gently waved his folding fan, causing the entire thatched hut to sway. A smile graced his handsome face, revealing the unique charm of this master of the demonic sect.

His eyes were fixed on the girl, a sinister light flashing within them.

This is a bewitching and mind-disrupting technique derived from the art of sexual cultivation. When he speaks, his true energy connects with his spiritual senses. The subtle true energy combines with his spiritual senses, making it impossible for ordinary people to resist.

Ordinary young girls would have long since fallen for his charm, undressing and letting him take what he wanted.

Bian Bufuxin doubted.

The folding fan in his hand was waved faster:
"Not only do I have a high alcohol tolerance, but I also know how to appreciate beautiful women, which is something that young men like me can't compare to."

Just as he was about to utter another vulgar word, the girl raised her hand and splashed the wine in her bowl at him.

The fan swept across like a phantom, gathering the spilled wine in the air with a swirling force, not a single drop falling. The wine formed a line, flowing down the fan and becoming a wine stream.

Bian Bufu opened his mouth and was about to swallow the wine.

The young man raised his bowl and poured out the wine.

"Da da da~!"

The thatched shed was riddled with holes from the wine, but Bian Bufu, though unable to drink the first sip, was unharmed. The wine that could pierce through the half-foot-thick thatched shed couldn't even break his paper fan.

Even a few drops of alcohol were easily dodged by him with his superb agility.

The composure of the Demonic Master was evident.

"You brat, you dared to disturb my enjoyment of the beauty's wine. For this alone, I will kill you ten times over."

"You? You dare to challenge me?"

As the young man spoke, he raised his bowl. The girl beside him had a cold, murderous face, yet she was incredibly accommodating to him, obediently picking up the wine jar and pouring him wine.

This scene had already made Bian so angry that his ears were burning.

These two are quite extraordinary; they can withstand his demonic voice, so they must be top-notch masters in the martial arts world.

But he had never been provoked like this before, and his murderous intent and rage were fully aroused.

Hundreds of ways to torture someone flashed through my mind in an instant.

"Okay, you'll regret this later."

He chuckled angrily, snapped his fan shut, and swept past under the thatched shed, leaving a shadow too thin for the eye to catch. He gathered his energy in the fan and thrust it at the young man.

Zhou Yi gave a cold smile and a look.

Clutching the drinks, the girl leaped through a large hole in the hotel roof, cutting off her escape route.

At this moment, Bian Bufeng made the first move, and it wouldn't be so easy for him to leave.

Bian Bufeng realized their little trick and showed a playful and disdainful expression.

He gathered his inner energy on the fan, preparing to kill.

The wine and porcelain bowl were splashed again, but the true energy on the fan acted like a wall of wind, preventing the wine, imbued with true energy, from passing through. The porcelain bowl shattered with a crack.

The tip of the fan was close to his throat!

Zhou Yi pointed his fingers like a sword, facing the master's true strength with his bare body!

A layer of flowing true energy adhered from fingertips to arms. When it touched the fan, although it was not as thick as the other side, it was exquisite and dense.

Bian Bufu's fan force was instantly broken.

He was secretly startled. He continued his rapid-fire fan technique, striking nineteen times with his bone fan. The violent gusts of wind had already shattered the broken wooden table into pieces.

Zhou Yi used both hands simultaneously, their movements overlapping with the shadows of the fan, deflecting and striking at the same time, extinguishing all the powerful winds.

The two men unleashed a continuous stream of true energy, which turned the wood chips into smoke and caused the entire hotel to collapse with a roar!

"The true teachings of the Dao Ancestor, the Midnight-Noon Dipper Method?"

"No! This isn't Old Master Zuo's method. Who are you?!"

Bian Bufu was increasingly surprised as the fight progressed. This young man had cultivated profound internal skills, transforming his true qi into a powerful force. His offensive techniques were extremely fierce, and he was actually able to contend with him head-on.

Suddenly I realized
The opponent's aura was controlled with ease, and their vital energy and spirit were so refined that they remained calm and composed during the exchange, thus possessing the exquisite skill of turning the rotten into the miraculous.

Those who can do this in the martial arts world are all masters of martial arts.

He clearly harbored murderous intent towards himself, yet he was able to completely conceal it.

These methods are in no way inferior to his.

This is a trap set for him!
He realized what was happening and became extremely vigilant. Survival was his top priority, and he couldn't care less about the dignity of a master of the demonic sect. He immediately tried to escape!

at this time,

A blazing sword aura condensed on him from outside. The girl's figure disappeared, but she was watching him all the time.

The sword energy was drawn but not released, while Bian Bufuxin cried out in dismay.

We have no choice but to fight this kid off first!

With a crack, the paper fan shattered. Bian Bufu took out his double rings and slammed them down with overwhelming force. The surrounding wood chips were pressed into a wave-like ripple that swept in all directions.

Such powerful true energy was the result of him unleashing his true essence without reservation.

"Clang!!"

A long sword, imbued with true energy, blocked the double rings.

The force emanated from the two of them, shooting out with a roar. Bian Bufu's true energy, honed over decades, was even more profound, but Zhou Yi's true energy was purer.

Moreover, in the contest of momentum, Bian Buwei, the master of the Demonic Sect, has been suppressed.

Therefore, the middle-aged man's composure completely vanished.

The young man, however, exuded charm and smiled.

"You lecherous scoundrel, how did you get the title of 'Hidden Demon'?"

"Is this all the hidden master of the Demonic Sect is capable of?"

"Compared to you, I'm more like a hermit."

Bian Bufu was furious: "You brat, don't be so insolent! When I was roaming the martial world, your mother was still in her womb."

"You've wasted your time in this world, just accept your death."

"Look who's dead!"

He roared, but his body shot backward like a cannonball.

If Zhou Yi had shown even the slightest defensive stance, he would have been deceived by this old monster from the demonic sect.

He unleashed a sword strike, unleashing a torrent of fiery sword energy.

In an instant, the scorching waves of fire completely severed Bian Bufu's retreat route!
When Zhou Yi mastered this profound skill, he had reached a state of consummate skill.

Bian Bufu had nowhere to retreat and was locked on by hidden sword energy; he couldn't escape!

"You brat, you asked for it!"

He roared and finally unleashed the last trick he had prepared to use against the girl.

The magic rings on both hands emitted a strange fluctuation.

The spirits of the major orifices within his body are connected to his subtle true energy, and his demonic powers are no longer held back.

The two rings worked in unison, one on the left and one on the right, and even incorporated a trace of Zhou Yi's strength into his own, using the force to generate continuous power.

Old Master Zhou was not afraid of this move because his internal energy was too powerful and his true essence was inexhaustible.

No matter how much skill a mere junior possesses, he will be completely ensnared by his demonic schemes!
Bian Bufu unleashed his full magical power, his double rings dancing, their shadows overlapping one another.

As Zhou Yi parried, it continuously absorbed his strength.

This force grew stronger and stronger, and Bian Bufu's aura remained unbroken from beginning to end. Wherever the magic ring passed, it left no flaws.

No matter how fast Zhou Yi's swordsmanship was, it was impossible for him to pierce through him.

Bian Bufu exerted his strength with lightning speed, and suddenly the two rings flew out of his hands and struck Zhou Yi's face. They split into nine afterimages in mid-air, each ring shadow accompanied by a different sound of breaking the wind, targeting major acupoints such as the center of the eyebrows, throat, and chest!
Zhou Yi didn't even blink, undisturbed by the demonic shadow, until the first silver ring was three inches from his face.

The sword energy poured out, melting the edge without losing its force. The sword tip lightly touched the inner ring pattern of the head ring, and with the help of the force, the head ring flew back and collided head-on with the second ring shadow.

Bian Bufu's pupils contracted sharply. He had clearly calculated that his opponent would dodge to the right, but he never expected that this sword would go straight for the pivot point around his body.

Even more surprisingly, before the sword's momentum had subsided, Zhou Yi lightly touched the ground with his toes, his entire body moving closer like a wild goose skimming the water, the sword drawing a semi-circular crescent, completely deflecting the remaining seven rings of energy!

Old Demon Bian was startled and pulled his hands back to suck them in.

He used the double rings to block the sword again, unleashing the Demon Heart Chain once more.

At this moment, he felt the sword energy approaching from outside. Instead of being afraid, Bian Bufu waited for the sword energy to strike.

At that time, by using Zhou Yi's strength to strike the sword energy, he was able to encircle the two of them and gain a slight opening.

Therefore, pursuing him again is just a pipe dream.

If the girl hadn't attacked, the young man in front of her wouldn't have been able to withstand her extraordinary skill.

Bian Bufu repeatedly blocked the swords, thinking victory was assured.

However.
He suddenly felt a tightness in his throat!
Originally, with the two rings in hand and the spirit and true energy in harmony, the operation was smooth and effortless.

However, the force exerted by the two rings in the left and right hands became unbalanced!

He created eight afterimages in succession, and this feeling grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, something incredible was discovered.

This young man is actually using two different types of Taoist profound energy!
The other party was multitasking, forcing him to multitask as well.

The fatal flaw is that the opponent can skillfully manipulate two types of true energy, while he can't do that at all.

The force shifted back and forth, causing the originally flawless Demon Heart Chain to gradually reveal its weaknesses!
Bian Bufu had already seen his opponent's mocking sneer.

His heart tightened, and his entire demeanor plummeted. This was a disaster for him.

Bian Bufu roared, sweeping up all the surrounding grass and wood chips. Zhou Yili Fire Sword Technique was pushed to its limit, and suddenly he transformed into Wind God Without Shadow.

The scorching heat had not yet subsided, and the wind fueled the flames, causing them to swirl away from the fire!

All of a sudden!
The dry straw and wood chips were all ignited, and under the influence of the Wind God's Blazing Fire Sword Qi, they transformed into a ring that circled around Zhou Yi.

He seized the weakness in the Demon Heart Chain, almost transforming into a flowing blade of fire, and unleashed a sword strike with the Wind God's Separating Fire Sword Qi!
The Demonic Heart Chain shattered instantly!
Bian Laomo's miraculous demonic powers, his lifelong sins and pride, all vanished in the flying fireworks.

The sword light pierced through the true force, leaving a deep sword wound on his chest.

As Zhou Yi's sword slashed down, Bian Bufu, disregarding everything, fled frantically the instant Huan Sui was injured.

however,
Another blazing sword aura blocked his retreat.

Aruiina's sword cut off Bian Bufu's attack. In his current state, and preoccupied with escaping, he couldn't even withstand the girl's sword energy.

There was a "boom"!
Bian Bufu was stabbed in the back and fell from the sky.

As soon as he landed, he slammed his palm on the ground, then pushed off with both legs, shooting out like a cannonball and dodging past the girl.

Aryuina never expected him to be so cunning.

"Bian Bufu, since you wanted to find me, why did you run away?"

The white-clad figure flashed through the air, cutting through the wind, and stepped onto the cannonball that Bian Bufu had transformed into.

Bian Bufu was still flying, but Zhou Yi used his unparalleled lightness skill to step on his back and control him to fly.

"It's you!"

As Bian Bufu shouted those words, Zhou Yi kicked him down from the air.

He reached out and tapped, channeling his inner energy into the Zhiyang acupoint.

Turn him over and press his Tanzhong acupoint again.

The Ren and Du meridians were completely blocked.

Bian Bufu roared in despair, "You dare to kill me? How could Empress Yin possibly let you get away with this?!"

“The people in your Taoist temple will be wiped out.”

"threaten me?"

Zhou Yi's face was cold: "If the Empress of Yin can't kill me, does she dare to destroy my Taoist temple?"

"If it were just a past grudge, with the Queen of Yin here today, I might spare your dog's life."

"But you old lecher, your foul language has offended my ears and angered me even more."

"Even if the Queen of the Underworld were here in person, you would still die."

Aryuina stood quietly to the side, her anger subsiding suddenly.

Bian Bufu panicked; his mature manly charm vanished completely.

"This is just wishful thinking on your part. If you kill me, my sect will never let you go. If you let me leave today, we will live in peace and never interfere with each other again. I swear I will never set foot in Nanyang again."

"You think too highly of yourself."

"Besides, who knows I killed you?"

Zhou Yi pointed to both sides: "Didn't you notice? Nobody passes by in the morning."

"so."

Zhou Yi stretched out one hand in front of him, and his Taoist profound power suddenly transformed into pure demonic power.

In an instant, demonic flames erupted.

Bian Bufu was completely dumbfounded.

This is pure and extreme demonic art, the aura of the Heavenly Demon Strategy martial arts.

The ultimate mystery, this is the Dao... the Great Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique!

His eyes widened, filled with terror, as he stared intently at Zhou Yi: "You...you are the current Evil Emperor!!"

"Yes, so what does the Holy Extreme Sect killing you have to do with my Wuzhuang Temple?"

"No, don't kill me!"

Before Bian Laomo could utter another word, Zhou Yi had already pressed his pure demonic power into Bian Laomo's life-and-death acupoint.

He was trembling violently, and died with his eyes wide open.

Bian Bufu's wounds were all covered in demonic energy.

No matter how you look at it, it all comes from demonic arts.

After finishing all this, Zhou Yi wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, I'm exhausted too."

"I almost broke through this guy's Demon Heart Chain."

Aruina said, "But it was he who died."

"If you're not here, I can't keep him."

“If a grandmaster wants to leave, few can stop him. If your skill is insufficient, having me as an extra person will not make a difference in the outcome.”

Aruina added, "However, he is the most arrogant grandmaster I have ever met. If he were to encounter the Great Mother of Goodness, he would probably be so cautious that he wouldn't dare to make a single move."

"That's not necessarily a bad thing. If he hadn't been careful, he would have been killed long ago."

Following her words, Zhou Yi said with a hint of frustration, "It seems that my skill level is far from that of a Grandmaster."

Upon hearing this, the girl ran to retrieve the jar of wine that she had brought out.

He then handed it to Zhou Yi: "It's a long way off, but it's only a matter of time before you surpass him."

Zhou Yi smiled and took the wine: "Don't you not like drinking?"

"Yes, but you must feel great right now, and you might need it."

Zhou Yi stared at the wine jar for a moment, then smashed it to pieces with a single blow.

The wine splashed into the air, soaking both of them in the rain of spilled liquor.

The girl's hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks, and her face was stained with wine, revealing an exotic and unparalleled charm.

But she turned and glared at him: "Cousin, what are you playing at now?"

"This is called sketching."

"Today's theme is people in the rain. Go back and paint, and remember to add two rings of broken sunlight to the painting."

"Why?"

"That signifies that I broke through the Demon Old Demon's Demonic Heart Chain, as a memento."

As the young man in white beside her closed his eyes and opened his arms romantically, a smile flickered in the girl's deep blue eyes.

Old Demon Bian, who died with his eyes wide open, was watching all of this.

He's a lewd and wicked demon, incapable of appreciating this beauty.
……

Bian Buye met the Evil Emperor on the third day.

"Bian Bufu is dead."

Yun Caiwen's lack of warmth ignited the atmosphere at Cangqing Pavilion in Xiangyang.

"what!"

The members of the Yin Gui Sect could no longer sit still.

At this moment, two women who used to engage in mutual sexual exploitation with Bian Laomo carried a door panel into the main hall.

Wen Caiting, Elder Xia, Bai Qing'er, Qian Duguan and others all gathered around.

This man who died with his eyes wide open was indeed Bian Bufu!

Wanwan stood indifferently to the side: "How did he die?"

He left the city alone and headed towards Nanyang.

Yun Caiwen said, "I heard him mention this some time ago. It seems he was going to cause trouble for Wuzhuang Temple, but ended up running into people from the Xieji Sect."

“There is still some residual true energy in his Tanzhong acupoint. You can tell by examining it.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Caiting reached out and tested her hand: "That's right, they really are from the Evil Extreme Sect."

"but."

“Even if Senior Brother Bian is no match for Elder Zhou, if he wants to leave, how could the people of the Evil Extreme Sect possibly keep him here?”

"He was wounded both front and back, and he faced more than one opponent."

Elder Yun added, "It seems the Evil Extreme Sect has been monitoring Xiangyang all along."

“I warned him not to take the risk, but he insisted on going to his death, and there was nothing anyone could do.”

Wanwan was about to speak.

Suddenly hearing footsteps, she quickly stepped aside, and the Yin Gui Sect members all ignored Bian Bufu.

"metropolitan!"

A woman emerged from behind the screen, looking only a few years older than Wanwan, radiating youthful energy.

Her face was half-veiled, her eyes were as black as lacquer and full of spirit. Even with just her face exposed, she was already graceful and charming, full of captivating allure.

The woman slightly extended her hand, and spatial fluctuations suddenly appeared.

Bian Bufu's corpse slowly stood up under the pull of the spatial force field and moved towards Yin Hou.

With a flick of her wrist, she drew the demonic energy from Bian Bufu's Tanzhong Life and Death Acupoint into her palm.

The aura quickly dissipated.

"Master, is this truly the work of the Evil Extreme Sect?"

The Empress said calmly, "Apart from the method of planting demons, I can't think of any other true energy that could remain on his body for so long."

She twitched her fingers slightly, and Bian Bufu's eyelids were pulled closed by the power of space.

Now he can finally rest in peace.

"Bury him."

"Yes!"

……

(End of this chapter)