Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Later, Luo Hou distinguished himself in battle, and the Three Immortals gradually faded from the martial world.

The group entered the Yuyu Hall together.

After a period of rest and recuperation, Zhu Zun felt much better. Upon seeing Wu Jun enter, he hurriedly leaned on Tai Shi and stood up to pay his respects.

"I have heard that Tian Du has annihilated Lie Yuzi and his gang of rebels. On behalf of Dao Wu Wang Valley, Zhu Zun thanks Wu Jun!"

Luo Hou waved his hand: "No need to be polite. I am here mainly for the matter of the dragon head. That dragon head is in the Daoyuan Guiyuan deep in the Yuyu Palace."

"this?"

"But the dragon's head is hidden in the ancient mirror, so the two mirrors need to be combined first. Details are as follows..."

After hearing what Luo Hou said, Jian Zi smiled bitterly and said, "Wu Jun, you won't split the Ancient Mirror with your sword, will you? If you strike, the earth energy of the entire Dao Wu King Valley will be destroyed and lost."

Is there a better way?

Seeing that Wu Jun insisted, Jian Zi Xian Ji didn't say much and instead asked Zhu Zun, "Sect Leader, what do you think?"

Zhu Zun answered without hesitation: "The evil leader is buried underground, and the earth's energy in Daowu King Valley has long been polluted. It is the best course of action to eliminate him as soon as possible."

"Ah, okay."

Tan Wuyu suddenly said, "We can let Tai Shi try and use his keen eyesight to find the mechanism to open the Bogu Mirror."

"Then it'll be hard work."

The Dao Emperor was extremely cautious. He not only sealed the dragon's head in various ways, but also used the earth energy of Daowu King Valley to refine the evil energy, and built the Yuyu Palace on the Daoyuan Guiyuan to cover his tracks.

Realizing that Xingxiu Yiqi's evil aura was uncontrollable, he put Xingxiu Yiqi into a deep sleep in "Shiqiong Danqing Lake".

Unfortunately, the earth energy of the three religions is just like a fake. More than a thousand years have passed, and no matter whether it is the ancient road of virtue, the Buddhist world of the Western Empire, or the valley of the Dao Martial King, these dragon heads that were suppressed have not only not been refined, but the evil energy is about to break through the seal.

What's worse is that our predecessors couldn't solve the problem and kept it hidden, so for a long time no one tried to solve it, leaving it to erupt all at once today.

If Qingyangzi hadn't unintentionally obtained the "Daohuang's Legacy," prepared the invincible war dragon in advance, and awakened Xingxiu Yiqi to complete the Danqing Prison Map...

What can be done to deal with the Eight-Headed Serpent God?

Tai Shi traveled back and forth, first retrieving the sub-mirror of the ancient mirror from Banbantian, then returning to Yuyu Palace, where he and the others entered the deep Daoyuan Guiyuan together.

The Daoist veins form hills and valleys, and the pure Qi flows silently through countless streams.

Daoyuan Guiyuan was originally the most abundant place of Dao energy in the valley, but at this moment, it was shrouded in evil clouds and surrounded by demonic atmosphere, making people feel cold and scared.

Amidst the Daoist energy and evil clouds, a colossal ancient mirror suddenly appeared, simple and dignified, one of the seven immortal artifacts created by the Primordial Lord.

Tai Shi released the sub-mirror, and the two mirrors instantly merged into one, flashing with strange light.

After observing for a while, the leader of the stringed instrument spoke up: "This is similar to the principle of the hidden mirror technique. As long as we find the slightest flaw in the mirror, we can explore the internal situation even without breaking the seal."

"I've come to Chongming to open my eyes!"

Tai Shi carefully examined the mirror and soon discovered a narrow crack.

"it's here!"

As he pointed in the direction, the crowd gradually began to see the clues.

Before anyone could discuss it, Luo Hou unleashed an unparalleled palm strike at the flaw, shattering the Ancient Mirror and revealing a giant, petrified dragon head with an ancient immortal sword embedded in its crown.

Luo Hou floated up, drew the ancient sword Zun Shi, and the dragon head instantly turned into nothingness. Evil energy surged into the sky and flew into the distance.

The third evil head has been unsealed.

With a sweep of his sleeve, Luo Hou unleashed his immense Buddhist power, cleansing away the remaining evil energy in the area.

At this moment, Qing Haichao, Xiao Jiandun, and others also arrived.

"Lord Wu, Qingwei Palace has been cleaned up."

"Very good. The rebellious path has been eliminated, the dragon head has been released, and there is nothing left for the Heavenly Evil Clan to covet in Daowu King Valley. From now on, we can live in peace, except for this immortal artifact."

Luo Hou raised the ancient sword Zun Shi in his hand.

Zhu Zun said gratefully, "Martial Lord has made great contributions. This sword is a reward from Chengdao Martial King Valley."

"You're welcome."

Seeing Luo Hou openly put away the ancient sword Zun Shi, Tan Wuyu was surprised but thoughtful. Could this be the way his senior brother and Wu Jun cooperated?

Although the matter has come to an end, all the formations of Daowu King Valley have been destroyed. Zhu Zun asked Jianzi Xianji and Xianshou to stay and help set up a formation.

Tan Wuyu did not linger any longer and bid farewell to the people of Tiandu.

Jian Feidao took Huo Feixiong's body away and buried it at Huo Family Fort.

Chapter 394 Sacred Dragon's Mouth, Western Buddhist Realm

After the people from Tiandu left, Zhu Zun took inventory of the people and things in Daowu King Valley.

Suddenly, it was discovered that, apart from Lie Yuzi and the Four Fierce Banners, Hu Yin Shun Huo and Ling Jun Zhang, who originally belonged to Yu Yu Palace, had disappeared.

Furthermore, more than half of the Daoist disciples who were in seclusion were killed or injured, and all seven of the First Venerable's Immortal Artifacts were lost.

Fortunately, Xu Wugui survived, and Tai Shi, Yu Danxia, ​​and others also grew stronger in this battle.

Upon hearing that Zhu Zun had given the Ancient Sword Zun Shi to Luo Hou, Xu Wugui asked in confusion, "The Dao Jun Ruler has already been offered up by Lie Yuzi, and the Extinction Furnace has most likely fallen into the hands of Tian Du. These two items are enough to serve as a reward, so why give away the Ancient Sword Zun Shi?"

Zhu Zun sighed, "Possessing a treasure is a crime. If others come to seize it, Daowu King Valley will have no power to protect itself. Moreover, with this good fortune, if there is any turmoil in the valley, Tiandu will not sit idly by."

"What the sect leader says makes sense."

"Passing on the Dao Flame is of utmost importance. I hope that future generations will live up to expectations and be able to reclaim these immortal artifacts."

Sword Immortal and String Master quickly set up the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source" formation, repaired the smaller formations in various places, and then took their leave.

After everyone had left, Zhu Zun announced the sealing of the valley, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving except for urgent matters.

Leaving Daowu King Valley, the zither's head turned back to the vast expanse of the sky.

Sword Immortal played with the Mirage Cloud in his hand and went straight to Shulou West Wind.

The bamboo groves are serene and quiet, and the sound of a zither lingers in the air.

Upon hearing familiar footsteps, the music stopped abruptly.

Shu Loulong picked up the ornate fan on the table and said calmly, "My friend, you've finally shown up."

"Dragon Lord, I have come to invite you to my new home."

"Jianzi, you disappeared for so long, so you went to earn money to buy a house?"

"Please come in."

Suddenly, the scene before Shulou Longsu changed, revealing a quiet and elegant garden with lush flowers and trees, a bright moon over flowing water, and a palace lantern hanging high above a bamboo pavilion.

As Long Su stepped inside, he immediately felt a refreshing breeze and intoxicating floral fragrance.

“Sword Child, you can now sell the Realm of Openness and repay my debt.”

"Miscalculation... Let's just keep owing it."

Sword Immortal Traces withdrew the Mirage Cloud, and the courtyard disappeared immediately, leaving the two still standing in the west wind of the sparse tower.

At this moment, the missing Hu Yin Shun Huo and Ling Jun Zhang were waiting quietly in a solemn, spacious, and imposing courtyard.

Suddenly, a towering figure dressed in a red robe and holding a Taoist fan descended, his arrogant demeanor revealing his ambition to look down upon the mortal world.

"Monks are nowhere to be seen amidst the vast yellow sands, and scholars are buried by the raging winds and rains. Of the three religions, Taoism is the foremost; how can they be considered equals?"

Before the poem was finished, another burst of arrogant laughter echoed throughout the entire Holy Dragon Mouth.

"The cicadas' chirping heralds eternal damnation, hahahahaha!"

Immediately, the wind chimes rang, and the cicadas fluttered their wings. In a scene as poetic, illusory, and dreamlike as a dream, a magnificent and unparalleled figure descended.

"Stars and snow fall sadly in the Milky Way, and wild beauty lingers in the night, casting the Chu Ci (a classical Chinese poem). A desolate and mournful sound rises in the autumn wind, killing memories of the time when the cicadas had not yet sung."

An astonishing aura and boundless killing intent emanated from them, but Hu Yinshunhuo, Ling Junzhang, and the other Daoists seemed to ignore them, instead bowing to greet them.

"Welcome, Daoist Master!"

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

Qingyangzi waved his fan, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his piercing eyes: "Today, the Holy Dragon's Mouth reappears in the mortal world!"

"Qingyang, although you have awakened me from the desolate Danqing Lake, there will eventually be a battle between us to see who is the true successor of the Dao Emperor."

"The final victor will undoubtedly be Qingyang."

“You are very confident, but Sword Immortal’s Mark may be an obstacle on your path forward.”

"Since you have killed the evil spirit of Yu Nengtian, you should be concerned about your own safety first."

Shou Wanjie's eyes revealed hatred. Yu Nengtian was his brother-in-law. Originally, the evil soul possessed the Wolf Star and could be immortal, but unexpectedly, it was refined by Luo Hou.

I will never forget this grudge!

In a time of chaos and turmoil, in the remote and desolate Guafeng Western Region of the martial arts world, the legends of bygone eras are buried deep within.

At that moment, a child's song could be heard.

"East of the Yellow River, east of the Yellow River, flowing eastward, the great river disappears without a trace. White Peak, White Peak, its white peak forever illuminates the heavens and earth. Alas, heroes, we mourn heroes, where have they gone, swords hanging, songs left behind, yet gone..."

Laughter and chatter faded away, and beneath the withered tree, on the west side of the old mound, a man lay idly, casually plucking the strings of a huqin.

"I awoke again today for a forgotten name: the legacy of the Sword Clan."

With those words spoken, he slung his sword over his shoulder and turned to step into the sandstorm.

……

When the incident occurred at Daowu King Valley, Yi Ye Shu arrived at the legendary Western Buddhist Realm.

In the desolate western desert, where there is no night all year round and the sun shines brightly, only a few giant cacti that do not need water stand out among the yellow sand.

A long time ago, Yi Ye Shu had been here, but for some reason, the landscape felt strangely unfamiliar now.

"Master, hurry, hurry!"

Suddenly, several people came rushing towards them, pushing carts and carrying loads.

"Why?"

"A monster is coming!"