Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 168 Sword Slays Buddha and Demon!

A commotion arose in Zhenchuan Tower, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jie Hui.

The martial arts judge frowned deeply, deep in thought.

The people of Liang and Xiqin had already given up hope when Jie Hui expressed his support for the Li clan.

They each occupied Hexi and Longyou, bordering Guanzhong. They could neither allow the Li clan to seize Bashu, nor did they want to see Jianghuai become dominant.

While Jie Hui was thinking, the two leaders were exchanging glances.

Luo Dushe, the commander-in-chief from the Western Turks, sat discreetly in a lower position. He remained motionless like a statue, not even tasting the fine tea from Mengding beside him, and listened attentively throughout.

Li Yuanji was extremely anxious and pressed his hands on the handrail, trying to stand up.

Thunder Blade Qin Wutong and Willow Leaf Blade Diao Ang pressed on his shoulders, one on each side.

Qiu Tianjue, a skilled fighter under Li Jiancheng, whispered in his ear:

“Young Master Yuanji, please do not be rash. Although there are many opinions, we have the support of the Holy Land, and this is the Sovereign Fortress. The decision-making power is always in the hands of the Fortress Master.”

Li Yuanji calmed down upon hearing the sound, but suddenly noticed a strange movement beside him.

He glanced at Xue Renyue and Li Zhongyan and noticed that their expressions were strange, but he didn't pay it any mind.

He turned to look at the lord of the fortress.

Jie Hui pondered the words that Master Yixin had said to him, and amidst the condemnation of thousands, he remained calm and composed.

The lack of understanding from others made him feel lonely and isolated, but he felt he hadn't done anything wrong, and after making eye contact with Fan Qinghui, his hesitation vanished.

"Brother Jie, are you going to change your mind?"

Fan Zhuo and Alliance Leader Feng asked questions again.

No matter how you look at the prophecies or reasoning, none of Jie Hui's decisions are tenable.

The surrounding noise gradually quieted down, and the various forces from Sichuan and Chongqing awaited his answer.

The old nun Yixin spoke first in a firm tone: "This is the Bashu Duzun Fortress. Whatever decision the fortress master makes, this humble nun will support him."

She glared at Zhou Yi with a fierce look, but Zhou Yi ignored her and instead focused his gaze on the old monk to the right of Abbot Daoxin.

Shi Qingxuan whispered a reminder: "That's Master Zhenyan of Dashi Temple."

Just then, Xie Hui gestured to the second floor of Zhenchuan Tower, silencing all noise.

There was no trace of hesitation on his dark face. He glanced at the crowd and said loudly, "I, Xie, still support the Li clan of Guanzhong."

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar erupted all around.

The crowd found it hard to understand, and felt resentful and angry, yet also helpless.

The old nun Cihang and the holy monk sat to the side; this was the source of the fortress lord's unshakeable confidence!

Looking at Commander Zhou again, he was even more surprised.

Compared to Chief Fan and Chief Feng, who were both furious, he was much calmer.

Xie Wenlong, who was standing not far behind Zhou Yi, frowned and stopped Zheng Zong, who wanted to speak.

Everything in Zhenchuan Tower was clearly visible to Xie Wenlong, and the situation in Sichuan and Chongqing was crystal clear.

I don't know if Dad is pretending to be confused or if he's really confused.

"Brother Jie, you...!!"

Fan Zhuo was really angry, but Xie Hui ignored him: "Brother Fan, my mind is made up."

Feng Zhen's tone was unfriendly: "Is this Brother Jie's decision, or Duzunbao's decision?"

Jie Hui resolutely said, "Brother Feng, Duzun Fort will support the Li clan."

The conversation between the leaders of the three major powers had already sparked intense conflict, and most other powers dared not interrupt.

However, there are also some daring individuals.

In Meishan County, Gong Ping, the leader of the Suishan Sect, stood up: "Lord Jie, you do not represent the people of Shu."

The old steward of the inner fortress, Xie Zhiling, abandoned his gentle demeanor and shouted sternly, "Sect Leader Gong, do you want to be an enemy of my Duzun Fortress?"

Although Sect Leader Gong was wary of these words, he still forced himself to speak:

"The Black Wind Stronghold bandits killed dozens of our people and caused trouble in Linqiong County. The Grand Commander wiped them out. How can I not support the Grand Commander?"

"well said!"

Many forces from Meishan County and Linqiong County joined forces to lend their support.

However, it was precisely at this tense moment of confrontation that things became a standoff.

The sound of the cup shattering startled many people.

Sitting next to Master Gong, Ji Jichang, the deputy leader of the Suishan Sect, clutched his chest, his body slumped to the side, and he could no longer sit up.

"Brother Ji!"

Master Gong was taken aback. He didn't have time to talk to Xie Zhiling and hurriedly reached out to help him up.

"Brother Ji, what's wrong with you?!"

"It is poisonous."

Ji Jichang's voice was tinged with bitterness as he pointed to the teacup.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe it.

If one were to clear their head, they would realize that Jie Hui had no need to do this.

Zhou Yi drank the Mengding stone flower tea that was placed on the coffee table in one gulp and savored it slowly.

It's not poisonous.

"Ah~!"

Suddenly another wail was heard, and the person's body went limp, exhibiting symptoms exactly the same as Ji Jichang's.

Starting with these two, more and more people in Zhenchuan Tower fell victim to the virus.

As Gong, the leader of the Suishan Sect, was supporting his old brother, a double image suddenly appeared before his eyes. His own palm seemed to move closer and farther away, and various dazzling halos appeared, making him dizzy.

He tried to resist with all his inner energy, but he still couldn't get rid of the feeling.

It is unknown what kind of poison it is, but it can move rapidly within the body and circulate through major acupoints and meridians.

Finally, it was hidden inside the orifice.

The crucial problem is that he hasn't opened this acupoint yet, so he can't release his Qi.

The poison seeped into the orifices through the gaps in the air and was impossible to remove.

"Jie Hui~!!"

Master Gong smashed the teacup, panting and cursing, "We trusted you, you traitor! You poisoned us!"

In the blink of an eye, thirty or forty internal martial arts masters had been brought down by the poison.

Someone else shouted, "Jie Hui, I will never let you get away with this!"

Then came the sound of Cang Langlang drawing his weapon, and hundreds of people raised their swords and faced Duzun Fortress.

But dozens more of these people soon fell ill.

Chaos erupted at Zhenchuan Tower. Xie Hui's expression changed. He picked up his tea and drank it in one gulp. After a careful sip, he did not detect any poison.

Master Daoxin had already left his seat and slipped to Master Gong's side.

Where is the poison?

"It is in the window opening."

A window is like a window to the heart, allowing one to release pent-up emotions. The transparency of a window generally indicates clarity, while the openness of a door generally indicates turbidity.

Once the poison enters the chest, it becomes impossible to distinguish between clear and turbid substances.

In a short time, it can cause a person to lose their true qi sensation. If one has not cultivated acupoints and is unable to release qi, there is no way to force the poison out.

Master Daoxin examined it briefly and understood the nature of the poison.

It is gentle and difficult to detect. By the time it is discovered, it is too late. It has penetrated into the orifices, and unless a martial artist happens to open the orifices, one can only wait for the poison to dissipate slowly.

Before this, the true qi gradually weakens, not only making it impossible to circulate the qi for a long time, but also damaging the foundation of the martial arts practitioner.

Master Daoxin, a man of great knowledge, said: "This is a living poison from the 'Treasury of Ten Thousand Poisons'."

"Only members of the Demonic Sect possess this poison; it shouldn't be the work of Lord Jie."

But Xie Hui had already angered the public, and since they had drunk his tea, they couldn't rule out suspicion no matter what.

Some people within the Trump faction and the Bahamas have also been poisoned.

Zhou Yi asked several people and keenly realized that only those who had drunk two rounds of tea at the same time were poisoned.

The person who arrived late with him only drank a cup of tea and escaped unscathed.

At the same time, those who cultivate innate true qi are also immune to poison.

This poison, though wondrous, also has a major flaw.

However, it's more than enough to create chaos.

Master Gong, panting, asked, "Master, is there a way to remove this poison?"

"Have."

Daoxin used the Bodhidharma Hand technique to seize the lock and pressed it against his body several times, using his powerful true energy to suppress the poison.

Then he said:
"This poison isn't very potent; it's just hidden in your Yingchuang acupoint, which you haven't yet opened. This old monk will open your Yingchuang acupoint to remove the poison."

Forcibly breaking through the meridians—isn't that going to kill someone?

Master Gong shook his head and thanked him, replying in a weak voice, "Thank you, Master, but I will resolve this myself."

Fan Zhuo, Feng Zhen, and other experts were unharmed.

Zhou Yi probed the Yingchuang acupoint of a Miao elder and then injected a stream of true energy into it. His true energy was extremely pure and subtle enough to pass through the gaps in the acupoints.

Because he had tested the little demoness many times, it was very easy for him.

A strand of true energy, thinner than a hair, entered the cervical vertebra. The "living poison" inside was running rampant and tried to escape, but was instead entangled and killed by the true energy.

This poison is quite interesting.

Is Eunuch Wei also inside the fortress?

The Great Monk's "Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra" was created by him, which classifies poisons into five categories: living poisons, dead poisons, moving poisons, static poisons, and collision poisons.

It seems the mole within Duzunbao wasn't completely eliminated.

Zhou Yi looked at Xie Hui. After the chaos at Zhenchuan Tower, he didn't go to explain but instead summoned the two stewards, Xie Zhiling and Zheng Zong.

It was clear that Xie Hui was suppressing his anger.

Zhou Yi turned around and found that the people from the Ba Meng and Chuan Gang were looking at him.

The elder had fully recovered from the loss of true qi sensation. Hou Xibai clicked his tongue in amazement: "It's one thing for the Qimen Living Poison to encounter its nemesis, but how could it enter the body?"

"If the Qi does not emanate from the Yingchuang acupoint, the spirit cannot be refined, and the purity and turbidity within cannot be distinguished. Even if true Qi happens to seep in, the sensation will be lost."

Hou Xibai couldn't understand it.

The Alliance Leader, who was standing to the side, suppressed his surprise and said cautiously, "Grand Commander, it is not advisable to spread this. Be careful, this may be a trap to deliberately deplete your true energy."

He gestured to the surroundings.

If more than a hundred people are poisoned, wouldn't saving them all deplete our vital energy?
If we don't help, we'll be the subject of gossip.

Fan Zhuo felt this made sense and even sensed a murderous intent.

Just as he was about to order his men to be quiet, Zhou Yi smiled confidently and said, "It's alright."

This skill far outweighs physical strength; it's something he can do effortlessly, and the amount of internal energy he consumes is negligible.

Therefore, while Xie Hui was still investigating the mole within the organization...

He has already taken action to detoxify more than ten people from the Ba Meng and Sichuan gangs who had been poisoned by drinking tea.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people shouted, "Grand Commander, save us!"

Gong Ping, the leader of the Suishan Sect who had just offered his support, recovered completely in a short time, much to the dismay of the old monk Daoxin standing nearby.

He stared at Zhou Yi and saw that he had also cured the poison of the deputy leader of the Suishan Sect.

I watched closely the whole time, but I couldn't see anything amiss.

This young man
Master Daoxin smiled kindly, then put his hands behind his back and leisurely returned to his seat.

Master Daoxin not only appeared indifferent, but even watched the spectacle with amusement. His only regret was that there was no wine to drink at that moment.

But Cihang, the old nun, was not in the mood for that.

With a gloomy face, Master Yixin watched as the various forces from Sichuan and Chongqing expressed their gratitude to Zhou Yi, their prestige soaring. She couldn't wait to take their place.

Unfortunately, she had already tried it and could not find an antidote for the poison.

Otherwise, they would have rushed up long ago and shown their might.

It is clear that Master Yixin was not as "tranquil" as she claimed.

Cihang Jingzhai has always been able to intimidate people in the martial arts world with just its name. Now, even someone like her, who has never left Zhongnan Mountain for many years, has set foot in Sichuan and Chongqing, but it has backfired.

The old nun found it hard to accept, and even said that Zhou Yi was a person who disrupted order.

Duzunbao truly lives up to its reputation as a major platform in Sichuan and Chongqing; there are so many opportunities there.

In a short period of time, Zhou Yi had already met more than a dozen sect leaders and gang leaders.

If before it was just following the crowd, now there is a large number of forces that genuinely support Jianghuai.

He hasn't even finished curing half of the poison, and Jie Hui hasn't found the traitor yet.

Suddenly, most of the people inside Zhenchuan Tower turned their heads to look out onto the terrace.

Shouts of battle echoed from the bluestone square.

The commotion grew louder and louder, spreading from the lower Rock Forest and Duzun Tower one after another, as if igniting oil on fire, and in an instant it spread throughout the entire Duzun Fortress!

"Dong dong dong~!"

A series of hurried footsteps sounded, and Xie Wenlong rushed down to investigate. Just then, guards from the fortress rushed up from below and knelt down in front of Xie Hui.

"Lord! Something terrible has happened! The garrison commander An Rong has led his troops in a mutiny. They've opened the gates and let in a number of experts. Some people inside the fort have been poisoned, and these experts have stormed out and are now outside Zhenchuan Tower."

Those around him were surprised, but not flustered at all.

Attacking Duzun Fortress at this moment would be tantamount to suicide.

"Anrong?!"

As Jie Hui muttered those two words, he finally lost his temper and smashed the elegant high chair in the main hall to pieces with a single slap.

This was because An Rong was a close confidant of his good brother An Long.

He and Bashu Pang Jia Anlong were sworn brothers and had an extremely close relationship.

It wasn't An Rong, the city gate guard, who betrayed him; it was his best friend of decades who betrayed him!
"Brother Jie, calm down."

Fan Qinghui spoke up to comfort him; at this moment, only she could stop Jie Hui, who was eager to rush out of Zhenchuan Tower.

Just then, a loud voice suddenly came from afar.

"Jie Hui, quickly hand over the relics of my Holy Extreme Sect!"

The chaos at Duzun Fortress was just the right time for the people from the Coffin Palace to arrive.

Upon hearing the sound of wind breaking outside, all the martial artists inside Zhenchuan Tower retreated.

On the enormous terrace, a vermilion coffin descended from the sky.

The man carrying the coffin looked very much like Zhou Laotan; he was none other than his younger brother, Zhou Laofang.

Next came the four sect leaders of the Coffin Palace.

As soon as the five grandmasters appeared, a wave of demonic energy swept over them.

Old Zhou sighed, took a step forward, glanced at Zhou Yi, and then looked at Xie Hui.

"Jiehui, today is your deadline. If you don't offer up the relic, you'll have to come back to the coffin palace with me."

A hint of apprehension flashed in Jie Hui's eyes, but he said firmly:
"I told you before, I don't have any relics of your sect. You've come to the wrong person."

Old Zhou smiled and replied, "In that case, Lord Jie, hurry up and get into your coffin. I'll carry you for the rest of the way. We'll be able to tell whether there are any relics or not then."

"Arrogant!"

Master Yixin waved her whisk and said, "The Evil Extreme Sect is wreaking havoc in the martial world and cannot be tolerated by the Dao."

You Niaojuan chuckled strangely, making a sound as unpleasant as the cawing of a night crow: "Where did this old thief come from, spewing out a fart that shakes the world?"

"Don't think that just because you're colluding with that old bald thief, you can boss our sect around."

As soon as he said this, Master Yixin, Master Fanqinghui, the Four Great Monks, and Master Zhenyan all looked at him.

The terrifying Buddhist and Zen teachings seemed to want to convert one's spirit and energy.

You Niaojuan is a chatterbox, but he's not stupid enough to confront this large group of people directly.

Before Abbess Yixin could make a move, he shouted:

"Gentlemen, stop hiding yourselves. If you stand by and watch from the sidelines, I will turn around and leave. We'll just wait it out in Bashu and see who can outlast whom."

A response came immediately, and the people in Zhenchuan Tower did not make a move for the time being.

"Ha, ha, ha~!"

After a hearty laugh, a tall, thin, and refined-looking middle-aged scholar in a blue robe stepped lightly onto the edge of the terrace with a smile on his face.

Beneath the thick eyebrows were a pair of striking eyes, which were surrounded by rings of purple.

This is the manifestation of the Purple Qi Heavenly Net cultivated to its ultimate state, known as Purple Eyes and Fiery Eyes.

Moreover, his outward appearance must be on the highest level.

As soon as Tianjun Xi Ying appeared, he swept his gaze across Zhenchuan Tower. Those who saw his purple eyes and fiery gaze felt their hearts tremble for no reason, as if their spirits had been captured by him. This showed that the old demon's martial arts were strange and his skills were unpredictable.

"It's you!"

The four major clans of the Ba Meng immediately realized what was happening, and this sense of familiarity ignited the anger of many elders.

The leader of the alliance shouted sternly, "Who are you? What grudge do you have against the various tribes of the Ba Alliance that would make you resort to underhanded tactics?"

"I, Your Excellency, shall accept."

He stared at Feng Zhen with his fiery purple eyes: "The previous abbot of Dashi Temple is my mortal enemy. I want to destroy Dashi Temple. How dare your allied clansmen harbor my enemy? Don't you think you don't take me seriously?"

"Oh?"

Zhou Yi asked with a hint of confusion, "If you like to take your anger out on others so much, then why did you just slip away without a word when I ruined your plans?"

Xi Ying snorted, a wary glint in his eyes:

“I will settle this with you myself, but I have come here today for the relics and do not wish to cause any more trouble.”

"That makes sense, that makes sense!"

Another aged and domineering voice came from afar, followed by the sound of wind breaking. A distance away from Zhou Laotan and Xi Ying, the voice slammed its feet onto the terrace. The impact was tremendous, producing a loud bang, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the rock beneath its feet.

Even more strangely, the others landed first.

Then a long spear flew from the sky, stuck beside him, and embedded more than a foot into the rock.

The old face revealed a slight expression, and the deep, knife-cut wrinkles began to move. They spread downwards from the temples, between the eyebrows, at the corners of the eyes, and along the cheeks with unstoppable force, cracking and crisscrossing.

Everyone could sense the aura of old age and decay, but his eyes were like those of a hawk, deeply embedded in a rock crevice.

The old man in the gray robe moved his cloudy, yellowish-brown eyes and glanced at Jie Hui.

“Lord Jie, I have never seen the relic before. Please show it to me, and I will not make things difficult for your castle.”

Jie Hui frowned and repeated, "I have no relics."

Master Zhenyan, who had remained silent until now, said, "Elder Murong, you haven't made a mess of this temple, have you?"

"Master is joking."

The old man laughed and said, "As far back as I can remember, anything I've ever stolen, whether it's cattle, sheep, warhorses, or someone else's woman, I've always treated as my own and cherished it dearly. I've treated the Great Stone Temple the same way."

Zhou Yi suddenly realized: "Which one of the Tuyuhun people are you?"

A fierce glint flashed in the old man's eyes, but he did not answer.

No one responded, clearly unaware of his identity.

Even Master Zhenyan, who called out the surname "Murong," was unaware of this.

Zhou Laotan, who was standing next to Xi Ying, chuckled strangely: "His name is Murong Kualü, the old king of Tuyuhun. You killed his descendant, so this hatred is no small matter."

Those around were all astonished upon hearing this.

Firstly, I didn't expect the old man to be of this identity; secondly, he turned out to be the Grand Commander's enemy.

The old man glanced at Zhou Laotan, while Zhou Yi looked him up and down.

Kualü was the grandfather of Fuqian, the genius of Tuyuhun, and the previous Khan.

But it is said that he died more than ten years ago.

On second thought, it's reasonable to assume that the Murong family faked their deaths.

After all, it is a family-inherited craft, and the old traditions are still preserved in Yanziwu, Suzhou.

Zhou Yi stared at the old king, his tone rather unfriendly: "You Tuyuhun people have provoked me several times, and I am about to settle accounts with you."

The old king, with a hint of the domineering aura of the Northern Overlord Spear, said: "I am not afraid of you."

"However, as Xi Tianjun said, we should not concern ourselves with trivial matters at the moment."

"Jie Hui, where is the Evil Emperor's Relic? Bring it here for a look!"

These top experts are all here for Xie Hui, so you can imagine the pressure he's under.

To his delight, Fan Qinghui stepped forward at this moment: "Old Master Murong has probably been deceived. Even if you have the Evil Emperor's Relic, it will be of no use to you."

Many people are still confused and don't know what relics are.

But
The masters who appeared in Zhenchuan Tower were all almost beyond the reach of anyone else in their lifetime, and they all came for the relic.

Amidst the confusion, the old king revealed a weathered smile: "This old man wishes to live a few more years."

"I don't seek immortality; living for three hundred years is enough."

Fan Qinghui shook her head: "How could that be?"

"How is it impossible?"

Emperor Ding coldly mocked, "My master lived for nearly three hundred years. Since you are hiding relics, don't be hypocritical and sanctimonious."

This is astonishing news, enough to set the martial arts world ablaze.

The martial artists of Sichuan instantly understood why the martial arts judge was putting on a brave face; it was a temptation that humans could not escape.

Jie Hui, once again under the spotlight, felt a sense of powerlessness; he had no idea that the relic held such a secret.

Gritting his teeth, he forced out a burst of anger and said, "I'll say it one last time, I do not possess the Evil Emperor's Relic!"

"No, you do."

"Second brother, hand it over. It's not something you can control."

Jie Hui was struck dumb.

A fat man with short arms, a protruding belly, a flat head, and a thick mouth appeared on the terrace.

Holding a pipe, he used his powerful inner strength to ignite the tobacco, puffing out clouds of smoke on the terrace.

The smoke blew onto the old king's face with the wind, which greatly displeased him.

"Anlong, why are you treating me like this?"

Jie Hui's gaze made An Long unable to meet it. The fat man sighed silently and said casually, "Second brother, you shouldn't have gotten involved in this."

This bucket of dirty water chilled him to the bone; betrayed by his brother, he had no heart to explain anymore.

Given Duzunbao's current strength, it still has a chance of winning against these people.

Just as he was making these plans, he suddenly lost his focus.

Suddenly, they noticed two more people had landed on the terrace.

A stunningly beautiful woman and a dashing, devilishly charming middle-aged man.

The moment these two appeared, the expressions of the four holy monks, Abbess Yixin, and Fan Qinghui all changed.

An exaggerated amount of information was crammed into the minds of Fan Qinghui and others.

These two mortal enemies have made up?!

Those watching from the sidelines might not understand the identities of these two people.

But they also know how to read between the lines.

Seeing the reaction of the sacred martial arts land, everyone's hearts were filled with shock and disbelief.

These two seem to be even more terrifying than the master of the coffin palace, the Heavenly Lord of the Demonic Sect, and the old king of Tuyuhun; they are practically the three grandmasters.

Then Anlong scolded:
"The Evil King and Empress Yin are on their way to Sichuan. Second brother, do not hesitate, quickly hand over the relic."

Xie Hui felt a slight chill in his heart. As a martial arts master, how could he not perceive the difference between the two?

Duzun Fortress is in grave danger.

Shi Zhixuan gave a wicked smile, but his smile vanished abruptly when he glanced at Zhou Yi and the girl in blue.

Zhou Yi was quite surprised to see him with Empress Yin.

Have they rekindled their old flame?
Shi Qingxuan stood behind Zhou Yi, unwilling to look at him.

Hou Xibai, who was standing to the side, shrank his neck.

"Where are the relics?" Shi Zhixuan's emotionless gaze fell on Jie Hui.

Jie Hui seemed to have forgotten that he had said "this is the last time" before, and relaxed his stance by saying, "This item is not in Duzun Fortress."

Before the words were even finished, the two people on the terrace didn't say a word more and went straight into the main hall of Zhenchuan Tower.

You can't see the movement of the feet at all, yet the person is moving.

It makes one feel mentally deranged.

Then, a terrifying aura swept in, and the five masters of the Coffin Palace also stormed into the main hall.

Xi Ying, Murong Kualü, and An Long were all second to none.

Without prior notice, the situation changed rapidly.

The ten powerful figures clashed with the people from the martial arts holy land as soon as they approached.

At this moment, not only are they no match for one person, but the Buddhist side has also lost the advantage in numbers, making it a death match a major taboo.

Only at the instant when the clash of their auras transforms into a clash of true energy.

The hundreds of people in the hall felt a suffocating sensation, as if they were being choked. The air went from still to shattered and scattered, then back to still, and then shattered again.

On the ground, cracks spread toward the four holy monks.

Click click click~!

The cracks were getting bigger and bigger, and the bricks and stones were breaking. If this continued, the entire second floor of Zhenchuan Tower would collapse!

The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the surrounding walls were all torn to pieces, Buddhist scriptures and Zen sayings on the bookshelves were flying everywhere, and the bone scrolls inside the picture frames were whipped by the strong wind, lashing against the walls like whips.

Centered on the two opposing sides, everything around them was first thrown outwards, then pulled in, swirling like a storm, and under the pull of the strong wind, it became an unstoppable hidden weapon with terrifying lethality.

Some people who weren't very bright got too close, and before they could escape, they collapsed to the ground screaming in agony from the aftershocks.

A moment later, the gust of wind spread out in all directions, and no matter where the people in the hall hid, they were all hit.

When the Eighteen Heavenly Demon Technique is unleashed, how can an ordinary martial artist withstand it?

No one could escape. A spiritual wave, in harmony with the vital energy, spread out, giving the vast majority of martial artists in the hall the most terrifying feeling of their lives.

Space collapsed, followed by the overwhelming Zen spirit of Buddhism. The Immortal Seal and the Nine Syllable Mantra intertwined, the Purple Qi Net captured the mind, and the evil aura of the coffin palace permeated the Life and Death Aperture. The Compassionate Sword Intent and the oppressive spirit of the Northern Overlord Spear clashed violently.
Many people clutched their heads and screamed in agony, their faces contorted with terror, as if they were trapped in a horrific nightmare.

Those with slightly higher skill levels were able to resist, but once caught in the terrifying aftershocks, their internal energy was consumed at an alarming rate.

Only then did I truly understand the despairing gap between us.

When Master Zhenyan saw that the people around him were affected, he activated the Outer Binding Mudra when Master Daoxin unleashed a Bodhidharma Hand.

This can also generate a similar power to manipulate space, forming an aura of blockade.

Furthermore, when one reaches a high level, the hand seals can draw upon the power of heaven and earth, possessing immense power.

The profound inner strength that has reached the pinnacle is the foundation for the power of hand seals. Master Zhenyan usually sweeps the courtyard and organizes Buddhist books, keeping his skills hidden.

At this point, the Buddhist power of moderation, harmony, and unimpeded integration is infused into the nine-syllable mantra, and the outer binding mudra is brought to its fullest extent.

In that instant, those wailing around them got a chance to catch their breath.

But just a moment later, it was broken through by the aura of the ten strongest individuals.

And it was at this moment.
The light in Zhenchuan Tower suddenly dimmed.

As a fiery sword light rose up, it seemed to absorb all the surrounding light, and with a dazzling sword strike, it slashed down rapidly!
Both sides in the standoff were wary, fearing that the sword would come straight for them, and they began to retract their swords.

Thus, Zhou Yi's sword struck the center, severing the energy of the ten powerful figures and the Buddhist masters. The terrifying turbulent wind also shattered the sword energy, turning it into finger-thick flying sparks that shot in all directions.

The piercing buzzing sound caused many people's eardrums to vibrate, but then the light in front of them brightened up again.

Zhou Yi pulled those flying fires backward, precisely sending them flying into the densely packed area of ​​the Li Clan, Liang Kingdom, and Western Qin.

A series of screams erupted, and five or six people fell into a deep sleep, unable to wake up.

Then came a loud "boom".

A large section of the second-floor hall collapsed.

This section collapsed straight down, forming a sword mark. Although it was created by the chaotic force of many people, it gave people the feeling that Zhou Yi had cut Zhenchuan Tower in half with a single sword.

It should be noted that Zhenchuan Tower is not a place with carved beams and painted rafters.

Most of them are made of huge rocks.

Furthermore, after this sword strike, the mental shockwaves that had been swirling among the powerful figures dissipated, and many people cried out in despair as they escaped a calamity.

Looking at the sword marks again, everyone was horrified.

The Grand Commander cleaved through the Buddhist and demonic paths with a single sword strike!

The title of the world's greatest swordsman is absolutely true.

Zhou Yi was also feeling uneasy. If it weren't for the fact that there were innocent people from Sichuan and Chongqing who were about to be implicated and killed, he would have led his men to hide far away and let them fight it out.

If he hadn't startled both sides into stopping, his attempt to channel his inner energy would have merely stirred up the chaos, failing to achieve the desired effect.

At this moment, experts from both the Buddhist and demonic paths looked towards Zhou Yi.

Yuan Tiangang, who had been protecting a few people nearby, stood next to Zhou Yi.

Don't underestimate the fact that there are only two people in their Taoist sect; they can still disrupt the balance.

Therefore, Zhou Yi's seemingly presumptuous action did not backfire.

"Master Zhou, what do you mean?"

The Empress's captivating eyes gazed upon him.

Shi Zhixuan said, "The Buddhists are making things difficult for you at every turn. Are you going to help them?"

The crowd gleaned some clues from their words.

The wicked queen, who disregarded everyone else, seemed to be speaking to the Grand Commander in the same tone.

Those who had stepped back and were observing from a greater distance heard:

"Hiding the relic of the Evil Emperor is the fault of the Lord of Jiebao. How can we let the rest of the Shu people die with him?"

Grand Commander!

The forces of Sichuan and Chongqing were moved upon hearing this, for the sake of the Grand Commander, he was willing to confront both the Buddhist and demonic paths.

For a moment, looking at Zhou Yi's back, he seemed even more majestic.

“This place is too small. Let’s fight outside. Lord Jie has made a mistake. Even if he wipes out the last soldier of Duzun Fort, I will not interfere.”

Xie Hui breathed a sigh of relief; Zhou Yi's sword strike had saved him.

If the fight continues, he will either be the first to die or the first to be crippled.

They sensed that the Demonic Sect was relentless and would fight to the death.

A sense of helplessness inevitably arose in his heart:
"Unfortunately, I really don't have any relics."

Everyone has heard this sentence many times.

But this time, a powerful rebuttal was heard.

"No! Father, you have it!"

Jie Hui's body trembled, and he stiffly twisted his neck, locking onto the speaker along with the others around him.

The man had a rugged appearance and bore a resemblance to Xie Hui.

At this moment, he wore a resolute and determined expression:

"Father, you're getting old and senile."

Everyone in Duzun Fortress, except for Song Yuhua, including Zheng Zong who was somewhat prepared, couldn't help but tremble upon hearing these words.

"You unfilial son, what are you saying?!"

If your subordinates betray you, if your brothers betray you, will your own son betray you too?!

The Martial Arts Judge seems to have entered the final judgment moment for sycophants.

That means having nothing.

Zhou Yi slightly moved aside, thinking to himself, "Well done."

Xie Wenlong, who had returned from downstairs at some unknown time, walked out from not far behind Zhou Yi, holding a strange copper box in his hand, the contents of which were unknown.

The Demonic Sect, relentless in its pursuit, has further offended the Grand Commander.

If Dad keeps messing things up, Duzun Fort will be destroyed.

Xie Wenlong was no longer acting recklessly; instead, he was driven by a desire to save his family's business and the well-being of his relatives and friends. He raised his voice and declared:

“Father, you made everyone believe that the Supreme Fortress had the Evil Emperor’s Relic, but you couldn’t produce it.”

"This will not only kill everyone in Duzun Fortress, but you yourself will also die."

"Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important. As a son, I must never allow such a thing to happen."

"I need to save you!"

Jie Wenlong said, "However, Father, your thinking is outdated and no longer suitable to be the lord of my Duzun Fortress."

"This time, I will save Duzun Fortress, and then I will become its lord."

"The alliance between the three families of Bashu remains unchanged, and I, Duzunbao, will also support Grand Commander Zhou."

His words resonated deeply, even striking some of the guards at Duzun Fortress.

I'm starting to doubt whether the young master can actually do it.

Jie Wenlong mustered all his inner energy and shouted, "The Evil Emperor's Relic is right here!"

He handed the copper box forward to Zhou Yi.

"Grand Commander, please open it and take a look."

The moment Zhou Yi received the bronze box, people from both the Buddhist and demonic paths looked at him.

"Don't make any rash moves, or I'll take the relics and leave."

Neither the Yin Queen, the Evil King, nor the Four Great Monks made a move.

Old Zhou sighed, Jin Huanzhen and the others did not believe it, and when they tried to use their secret technique, they felt nothing.

Zhou Yi glanced at them, held the bronze box in his left hand, and slapped it down with his right palm.

This blow shattered the bronze box into pieces.

It was as if a barrier had been removed; the moment the yellow crystal sphere was revealed, no secret technique was needed.

Needless to say, not only the members of the Demonic Sect, but also Master Yixin, Master Fanzhai, and Master Shifeixuan from Cihang Jingzhai all felt a strong sensation.

Old Zhou and the others' expressions changed drastically: "The Holy Emperor's Relic!!"

Jie Hui was stunned on the spot.

The evil king and queen had nothing else in their eyes but stared intently at the relic.

The same applies to Xi Ying and An Long.

Although the old king of Tuyuhun did not sense it, he knew that this thing must be real, and his eyes were full of longing.

The yellow crystal ball seemed to possess a magical power, drawing everyone's attention.

Whether it was Li Yuanji or people from Liang or Western Qin.

Who wouldn't want something that can prolong life?!
Yuan Tiangang glanced at Zhou Yi without leaving a trace, and saw that he was holding the relic with both hands, with a hint of piety.

He quickly turned his head to look at the Evil King Yin Queen.

not good!

But without his prompting, Zhou Yi loosened his grip and let the relic fall.

With a flying kick, the Evil Emperor's Relic transformed into a golden meteor and flew out of Zhenchuan Tower!
next moment,
Not only Buddhists and demons, but also some crazed martial artists from the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world) rushed out in a daze.

The secret to immortality lies there!

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(End of this chapter)