Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 281 The Difficulty of Comprehending the Sword, Accompanied by a Beloved, the Path of the Myriad Phenomena Sword is Difficult to Advance.
As Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others stepped out of the secret realm, their auras suddenly erupted, and their gazes swept around like swords drawn from their sheaths.

The displays in the venue remained unchanged.

Apart from the Haotian Sect's vacant positions.

The members of the Spirit Hall remained as calm as before.

They then calmed down and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Outside the square.

The onlookers were stunned by the sudden arrival of these titled figures, and they staggered back, exclaiming in surprise.

"It's finally over! The Seven Sects' re-election is over!"

"Wait, where is Li Zhexian?! Is he still in the secret realm?!"

"I knew something was wrong. Why did they go to the houses to avoid being spied on after sweeping through the deserted city? They must have had another plan!"

call--

The wind is blowing.

Dugu Bo transformed into a blue-red mist and drifted to the square.

It materialized beside the Wind White Dragon.

He did not speak.

Judging from the expressions of Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others, he knew that the situation was still under control, and a smile appeared on his cold, old face.

"Humph!"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei stepped forward, coldly saying:
"Most of the battle flags have fallen into the hands of your three sects."

Why is Li Zhexian still lingering in the secret realm?

Ning Fengzhi remained calm, took a sip of tea, stood up, and smiled:
"There are still some powerful sect members in the desolate city."

"Furthermore..."

"The young immortal was determined and wanted to search for treasures in the secret realm."

"His Holiness the Pope once said that the Seven Sovereigns' Re-election is limited to seven days, and it is in accordance with the rules for the banished immortal to remain in the secret realm."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's expressions turned cold, and they were about to retort.

Bibi Dong gently raised her hand, her voice as gentle as water:

"We will do as Sect Leader Ning says."

"We await the return of Li Bai in seven days."

Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands and sat down, exchanging glances with Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others, all of whom saw a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Just as the banished immortal predicted..."

“Bibi Dong was happy to see him stay in the secret realm.”

"But who knows what other schemes Bibi Dong might have up her sleeve?"

"hope……"

"The banished immortal was able to find divine blood and successfully comprehend the sword."

In the secret realm.

As long as you are in the desolate city, you will be corroded by the decaying atmosphere.

But waiting is a waste of time.

then.

Li Zhexian and Qian Renxue walked side by side through the streets, pushing open doors and breaking down windows; wherever their swords shone, all the dead perished.

Zheng——!
A crimson sword light slashed across.

The two Soul Saint-level dead were instantly annihilated and returned to nothingness.

"Um?!"

It's different from before.

Because of his enlightenment on the sword, Li Zhexian was particularly careful to avoid the corrosive influence of decaying energy.

The moment the two dead vanished.

A thought suddenly struck him, and he looked at the Azure Lotus Sword.

A wisp of black energy lingered on the clear, sharp sword, like a leech clinging to a bone.

"I see……"

"The extinction of the dead only fuels decay and erosion!"

A smile appeared on Li Zhexian's face.

"Yes."

"If that weren't the case, how could Bibi Dong have allowed me and the other seniors to wantonly annihilate the Spirit Hall's dead?"

"The more you destroy, the more you are corrupted by the stench of decay."

"In the end, they were even assimilated by this desolate city."

It truly lives up to its reputation as a divine realm.

Even though the Rakshasa God is weaker than the Asura God.

But it is still a genuine first-class deity.

The secret realm it constructs has its own complete set of operating rules.

"I am worried because the decaying aura lingering in the secret realm is far from enough for me to comprehend the sword intent."

"In that case, it will work."

Next.

Li Zhexian no longer held back, swung his sword, broke down the door, and swept across the area.

From the waning moon hanging high in the sky to being hidden again by the clouds.

Countless Soul Masters, Soul Kings, Soul Saints, and even a Soul Douluo were slain by his sword.

The only one missing was a deceased person with a title...

After pondering for a moment, Li Zhexian understood.

Presumably, Bibi Dong's ability to summon the dead also has its limits.

Otherwise, if popes of all generations were to emerge, who in the world could rival them?
Facing the powerful figures of the Spirit Hall throughout the ages, Qian Renxue's eyes remained calm and cold.

She inherited the title of the Angel God, the deity who holds the power of light.

They abhorred the existence of the dead. "Since they have passed away, their final resting place is in peaceful slumber."

“Forcibly summoning them and disturbing the spirits is the true desecration.”

The sound of scythes scraping the ground echoed throughout the city once again.

Li Zhexian and Qian Renxue hid in a double room.

He took advantage of this opportunity.

Concentrate on comprehending the sword.

Outside the secret realm.

The onlookers only saw Li Zhexian repeatedly breaking into the room, but they didn't know the truth behind it and were full of speculation:
What exactly was inside the house?

"Or are the treasures hidden in the house?"

Why does it seem that Li Zhexian's face becomes more gloomy every time he comes out of his room?

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others frowned.

Before they left the secret realm.

Li Zhexian said that he avoided houses to avoid encountering powerful enemies such as demonic bears and ghost leopards.

It's quite unusual that they would barge in at this moment.

"Do not worry."

Ning Feng sent a message via telepathic message, his tone remaining steady:

“The actions of the banished immortal are never without purpose.”

"He must have gained something, which will benefit his understanding of swordsmanship."

On the throne.

Bibi Dong's thin lips, which were exposed outside Tamamo, curled up slightly.

"Li Zhexian..."

"Don't disappoint me, Pope."

Inside the house.

A ray of light floated beneath the beam.

The faint light flickered.

It reflected Li Zhexian's increasingly gloomy face and Qian Renxue's worried gaze.

"Exiled Immortal..."

Li Zhexian slightly raised his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Looking at Qian Renxue's stunningly beautiful face, a sinister look crept onto his pale face.

"I……"

His voice was hoarse.

The crisp, clear feeling of the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand was gone; a wisp of black mist swirled within the blade, emanating an ominous aura.

Even wisps of black energy flowed down the hilt of the sword and into his body.

Such a strong smell of decay.

It is evident how many Spirit Hall victims he has annihilated today.

The domineering nature of this decaying aura far exceeded Li Zhexian's expectations.

It even seemed to affect his mind and temperament.

It also erodes and distorts.

This is, after all, the decaying aura originating from the power of the Rakshasa God.

But the more so.

The more fearless Li Zhexian became, the less he feared.

The stronger the power!

Only through sword intent can one transcend all limitations!

"Xue'er..."

The Azure Lotus Sword hummed and trembled.

Li Zhexian gripped the sword hilt tightly with his five fingers, his knuckles turning bluish-white like ghostly claws.

He pressed his other hand against his forehead in pain, his voice trembling, barely able to speak:

"Xue'er..."

"Hurry up and go...to another room in the yard..."

"I……"

The words have not yet fallen.

A pair of soft hands cradled his hideous, distorted face.

Li Zhexian struggled to raise his eyes, only to meet a pair of golden eyes... filled not with fear, but with tearful heartache.

Seeing her handsome white-robed youth now tormented like this, Qian Renxue murmured, two lines of clear tears sliding down her cheeks.

"I said……"

"I'll stay with you."

"I believe in you, you can do it."

The wind blew through the latticed window, and the light from the fire hanging on the roof suddenly burst forth, instantly burning the intertwined silhouettes of the two people into the night.

"bring it on……"

Li Zhexian placed the gradually darkening Azure Lotus Sword across his lap.

Qian Renxue stood to one side.

A barrier of light gathers around him.

He slowly reached out, his fingertips touching the spine of the sword...

In an instant, the black mist rose up like a living thing, spreading along the arm, turning the skin purple and revealing lividity wherever it passed.

A terrifying aura of decay erupted from Li Zhexian's body, impacting the walls and causing the window frames to shake violently.

(End of this chapter)