Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

despair.

The white bone fan fell to the ground.

Ghost Qilin was startled and stopped in his tracks.

"What a powerful spell!"

"Your mind is also very strong."

"A terrifying opponent, then today I can only slay a god! Night Demon's Cry - Ten Desolate Treasures Kill!"

Their true intentions are revealed, and their deadly move is unleashed.

A colossal ghostly aura stirred the Juelong Sea, evil bones roared, and yakshas patrolled, forming a devastating attack that swallowed the heavens and the earth.

As the evil tide surged forth and a thousand ghosts attacked, Shao Hao suddenly ignited a brilliant holy fire around him. The golden flames expanded continuously, reaching towards the sky, the earth, the sea, and the evil ghosts.

Extreme heat and holiness swept over the Ghost Qilin Lord, igniting him in the blink of an eye.

All the evil bones, phantoms, and yakshas were swallowed up by the holy fire with a howl.

Haoxing Tanlong and Henwufeng, standing behind Shaohao, felt only a warm light, without any harm.

The two men were horrified as they watched the Ghost Qilin Lord struggling desperately in the sacred flame.

"How could this be? No!"

Ghost Qilin Master frantically channeled his true energy and jumped backward into the sea.

sizzle.

Like a boiling oil pan, the sacred fire enveloped the Ghost Qilin Lord as he floated and sank in the sea, turning this vast sea of ​​people into a magnificent gold.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Shao Hao's voice echoed solemnly, like that of a deity:

"The Holy Fire will annihilate your body, burning away all darkness and filth. If you confess your sins now, even Death can forgive you."

"I am innocent! They are guilty! The world is guilty!"

The burning body of the Ghost Qilin Lord rose into the sky from the sea. Half of his mask was burned away, and the molten metal corroded his face, leaving it a bloody mess. But his one wide-open eye was bloodshot, reflecting the flames of hatred.

There was no fear, and no regret.

Finally, having exhausted his true energy, the Ghost Qilin Master's half-crippled body fell into the sea and sank rapidly.

It sank hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, until the light of that sacred fire completely disappeared.

Shao Hao picked up the white bone fan from the ground: "I will send this token to the Defeng Ancient Road, and the matter of the Ghost Qilin Master will be temporarily put to rest."

Hao Xing Tan Long recovered from his shock: "But I didn't get the answer I wanted."

"Don't rush, the truth may come late, but it will come eventually."

"Yes, I will go find Chu Tianxing; he must know something."

"Thank you, Lord Shaohao. I owe the God of War Ni, and I must give him an explanation."

(Due to health reasons, the update is late... Thank you for your votes, fellow cultivators.)

Chapter 366 Shan Feng's Case is Finally Closed

The golden flames burning in the Sea of ​​Awakening Dragon spread to the distant Moon Never Returns.

Fei Changjun closed his eyes and waited for a long time, until the last bit of flame went out in the abyss, before he opened his eyes in disappointment.

The fire burned so cleanly that not even Yue Jiaozi's soul escaped.

"God of the Land of the Dead!"

One soul, two bodies: the extraordinary ruler separated into the body of Yue Jiaozi, and the body of Yue Jiaozi transformed into the fake Ghost Qilin Lord.

The death of Yue Jiaozi caused Fei Changjun great distress, as it meant that he had lost his best cover and was about to be exposed to the world.

What angered him even more was that the Holy Sword, which he had nurtured for over sixty years, was also lost. The Demon Blade, the Holy Sword, and the Lonely Sky Guide—three divine artifacts used to deal with the aura of the Divine Emperor—were all lost. What could he use to deal with Yu Xiaoyao and Jun Fengtian now?

Lost.

Lost?

Fei Changjun rallied his spirits. Yue Jiaozi's identity had been exposed, and dying now would be the perfect way to sever all ties with him.

"They were abandoned to begin with, so why grieve?"

"Juejun, what do you mean by 'abandoning a pawn'?"

Xi Yan'er pushed the door open and came in. Although her face was as black as the bottom of a pot, you could still tell that she was very unhappy.

"Is it the Court Master?"

The only person who could elicit this expression from Xi Yan'er was her close friend, Ting San Tie.

Sure enough, Xi Yan'er pouted and said disdainfully, "They come every time it's almost time to eat, and then leave after they finish eating. Not only do they not do any work, but they also say that the food I cook is not good."

Fei Changjun chuckled: "So every time the Court Master comes, you deliberately cook something that tastes terrible."

"Huh, Jue-jun has spotted us."

Xi Yan'er stuck out her tongue.

Feeling much better for no reason, Fei Changjun took Xi Yan'er's little hand and walked out of the inner room.

Ting San Tie, the head of "Yi Bi Chun Qiu," a branch of Confucianism in the West, was standing in front of the tall phoenix tree, looking up at the fiery red blossoms.

"Friends."

Ting San Tie turned around and said with a smile, "I'm not here to freeload. I heard that the case of the single-faced criminal of Defeng Ancient Road has been settled. Tonight, relevant people and high-ranking officials from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects are invited to attend. I heard that you once testified for Sui Wuduan, so why don't we go together?"

Tonight?

"Is it inconvenient for friends to visit? Besides the people from Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, there is also the God of the Dead Kingdom who is here to kill the mastermind behind it all. I am very interested in this person."

"Why?"

Ting San Tie chuckled self-deprecatingly: "When the Defeng Ancient Path was founded by the descendants of an old friend, I invited Dian Feng Que, but he refused. Later, he became the head of the Imperial Academy, which is a vast sea of ​​learning."

"I've never heard the court master mention it before."

"The person is gone, why mention them again?"

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Fei Changjun did not press the matter further.

However, he secretly pondered that the strength of the God of the Dead Kingdom was unfathomable. He was able to kill Yue Jiaozi in one move, so he was definitely no less than the Nine Heavens Mystic Venerable.

Especially considering the world-destroying power contained in that divine fire, I am certain that it is not a fire of this world.

"Since Mr. Fei is also a witness, I will accompany my friend."

"Very good, come on, Xi Yan'er, let's eat."

Ting San Tie took the initiative to sit down at the dining table, and Fei Chang Jun smiled and sat down with him.

boom!

A bowl of white rice was slammed down in front of Ting San Tie, and Xi Yan'er said irritably, "We didn't go fishing or pick mushrooms today, so there are no vegetables."

"Ha, as long as there's wine, that's fine. Xi Yan'er, bring two jars of wine."

"Juejun doesn't drink alcohol!"

“I will drink it for him.”

"..."

By the time Ting Santie finished the two jars of wine, it was already dusk, and the birds were returning to their nests. The two got up and left, but the moon never returned.

Fei Changjun shook his head the whole way: "My friend, you always tease Xi Yan'er."

"This child has a truly innocent heart, hahahaha!"

Ting San Tie laughed heartily.

In the Defeng Ancient Road Cuixin Hall, the head of the department, Yu Lijing, sat high in the main seat, while Shu Daoqian, Yu Junheng, Lou Qianying, and several other Confucian scholars stood to one side.

On the two seats, on the left and right, sat the selfless Confucian ruler Fengtian and the god of the dead kingdom, Shaohao, with Xiao Liuguang standing behind Shaohao.

Further down the list are Yun Gu Lei Feng, a high-ranking Buddhist monk, and Jian Fei Dao, a high-ranking Taoist monk.

The Daoist sect was in a somewhat awkward position. Chong Yuzhi had committed numerous evils, and Defeng Ancient Dao naturally disdained to associate with him. Daowu King Valley, which was on par with Defeng Ancient Dao, had closed itself off for unknown reasons, and the invitation could not be delivered. So they had to ask Jian Feidao, who had inherited the Supreme Palace, to act as their representative.

Upon seeing that Fei Changjun and Ting San Tie had arrived together, Yu Lijing hurried down to greet them, and Jian Feidao also stood up to offer them his seat.

Fei Changjun bowed respectfully and said with a smile, "Please make yourselves at home. I am here today to be a witness."

Ting San Tie found a seat and waved his hand, saying, "I'm just here to listen in."

Distinguished figures and elders gathered together.

Yu Li first gave a brief introduction to the case, and then invited Mo Qingchi to come up and present his case.

No one knew the case of Danfeng the criminal better than Mo Qingchi. He recounted the case in detail and summoned several relevant personnel, including Shu Daoqian, Feichang Jun, and Jun Fengtian.

Finally, Mo Qingchi said regretfully, "After treatment, the criminal with the sword in his chest has recovered greatly, but he is mentally confused, unable to speak, and unable to testify against the person behind the scenes."

"The person behind it all is dead, and the Holy Sword has fallen into the Sea of ​​Awakening Dragons."

Shao Hao produced the White Bone Fan as evidence, and Jun Fengtian's expression suddenly changed.

Mo Qingchi asked, "I heard Lord Shaohao refer to him as the Ghost Qilin Lord. May I ask what his background is?"

"This person is named Ghost Qilin Master. He seems to come from a mysterious otherworldly Ghost Prison. He not only stole the three sacred swords of the three religions and ordered sinners to kill, but he also kept a demonic blade in the Benjue Zen Forest. Details are as follows..."

As Shao Hao recounted his story, everyone present paled. He had modified the Father of Illusion, and he had also been present in the Great War of the Spirits. With the addition of the Demon Blade and the Holy Sword, this man's strength was truly terrifying.

After Shao Hao finished speaking, Jun Fengtian resolutely denied it: "He is not the Ghost Qilin Lord. During the Blood River Battle, the real Ghost Qilin Lord was killed by me, and his body was scattered in the Awakening Dragon Sea."

"This white bone fan?"

"When the Ghost Qilin died, his mask and fan were left behind on Xuanhuang Island."

Although the case of the single-faced criminal has been clarified, the identity of the culprit has become even more elusive, and his motives are even more difficult to fathom.

Wu Huo Du Mi said indignantly, "In any case, the Holy Sword was lost within the Confucian School, and the De Feng Ancient Path has a responsibility to retrieve it."

“What the monk says makes sense. I will take charge of the salvage operation. I wonder what your opinion is?”

Jian Feidao looked somewhat bewildered, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "If there is anything I need, please feel free to give the order."