Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Night was falling on Youxiantai.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and a ghostly figure drifted past the courtesan's room, secretly trying to kill the sleeping Liu Mudan.

"Your value has been exhausted. Staying will only bring trouble. Die!"

Just as the palm was about to strike, a bright sword beam suddenly flew in from outside the window, tearing through the attacker's mask.

Realizing he had been tricked, the attackers quickly retreated, only to find someone waiting for them by the lake.

"It really is you, Qing Sui Buddhist disciple."

The attacker removed the tattered black veil covering his face, revealing the dignified face of a Buddhist monk, none other than Qing Sui, one of the Four Dhyana Heavens of the Western Buddhist Realm.

"Xi Xueyi, what are you doing here?"

"Are you saying that the cold and lonely goddess didn't keep me here?"

The one waiting quietly by the lake was Xi Xueyi, who had returned from Wen Shumei's former residence, while the one who stopped Qing Sui Fozi from committing murder was Gu Su Huanjian. In addition to the two of them, Liu Mudan, who was fast asleep, also came out accompanied by Gongzi Xiaona.

"So this is your plan."

"Of course."

How could you possibly suspect me?

Xi Xueyi said calmly, "Someone gave me a hint, which is why I left Youxiantai tonight, giving you an opportunity."

"So what? You will all die tonight."

Qing Sui Fozi, whose true identity had been exposed, remained fearless and appeared confident.

Gu Su returned the sword, pressing forward step by step, clicking his tongue: "You're really stubborn as a dead duck. I'd like to see whether you kill us or we chop you into mincemeat and repent to your Buddha. Drink!"

"kill!"

"Murder? A piece of cake!"

Gu Su Huan Jian unleashed his ultimate technique, the Five Watches Broken Sword, while Qing Sui Fo Zi wielded the Lantian Jade Bowl, his Buddhist skills concealing a vast ghostly aura, which clashed with Gu Su Huan Jian's power.

"Go, Ghost Crossing the Lost Path!"

The Buddhist disciple unleashed his full demonic power, but his sword intent suddenly faltered, and the two fought to a draw.

"You think you can kill me like this? The three great swords of the Sword Clan are nothing but empty words."

"You are really not worth mentioning in the eyes of the three sharpest swords of the Sword Clan."

The swordsman shifted his stance, and the bright moonlight shone entirely on the blade. At the same time, a mournful chant arose, expressing the hero's deep regret and the young master's sorrow, making the night even more desolate.

The ghostly energy was instantly suppressed, and Qing Sui Buddhist disciple was like falling into a moonlit mist, the sword's lament echoing, death looming at an instant.

"what!"

Just as Qing Sui was seriously injured and unable to continue, suddenly, several enormous ghostly auras appeared in an instant.

A white crane soared into the sky and cried out. Xi Xueyi, who was watching from the sidelines, swayed and stopped three strangely shaped ghostly figures.

"So you've come after all."

The leader's features were twisted and ferocious. He had no eyes, only a large, sunken hole for an eye. His hands were covered in warts and malignant sores. In his left hand, he held a rattle drum that children play with, and on his back was a terrifying bamboo cage.

The faceless figure stared at Xi Xueyi with a sinister gaze and said, "I'm looking for my daughter. Have you seen her?"

"Ok?"

"Give me back my beloved daughter, or I'll kill her!"

With a cold shout, the man raised the rattle drum in his hand, which instantly transformed into a sinister and murderous aura.

At the same time, a young girl suddenly flew out of the basket on his back. Dressed in bright red blood-stained clothes, she attacked Xi Xueyi with even more ruthless moves.

Xi Xueyi dared not underestimate him, and with a swift sword strike, she calmly met the challenge.

"Night Devil Hand!"

"kill!"

"Unfurling and rolling, a unique and astonishing sight; painting and calligraphy, riding the wind like a crane!"

Xi Xueyi faced two opponents head-on, displaying steady swordplay and unique Confucian footwork combined with the Brush Crane Sword, holding her own in the slightest.

Tonight, the Ghost Clan's plan was to lure away Xi Xueyi with the Goddess of Death and Silence, then have Qing Sui Buddha kill and silence her, and have the Three Great Terrors take away Shan Shui Lang, leaving Zhang Chou with no end in sight.

Unexpectedly, Xi Xueyi ruthlessly killed the Goddess of Death and rushed back to Yousentai to help.

At this moment, Ghost Hand Dismemberment and Xi Xueyi clashed fiercely. Another ghost carrying a skull-shaped bird knife stepped into the battle between Gu Su Huan Jian and Qing Sui Fo Zi, and took Qing Sui Fo Zi's place with a single strike.

In the past, the Sword Clan fought against the Ghost Clan, and the Three Great Terrors massacred seven hundred members of the Sword Clan.

Upon returning the sword to his enemy in Gusu, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he roared, "You cursed night demon! You are nothing but a cursed swordsman! You are nothing but a cursed swordsman!"

"Want to settle a blood feud? I'm ready."

"Aton for your sins!"

“You have a plan, and Ghost Prison also has its tricks up its sleeve. In the end, it will still be strength that decides the outcome. You will not be able to avenge this grudge.”

The two sides immediately clashed, swords flashing like a long song, blades like a raging tide, and in the blink of an eye, the sky and earth collapsed.

On the other side, amidst horrified screams, two axes with chains attached struck at Gongzi Xiaona and Liu Mudan respectively.

When Liu Mudan Huo saw that what was attacking her was a monster that was neither human nor ghost, with only half a bloody and mangled head remaining, shrieking and wielding two fierce axes, she was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the situation was dire, Gongzi Xiaona quickly opened his palms, unleashing two powerful wisps of Confucian energy that swept towards the flying double axes, deflecting the heavy attack.

The newcomer was none other than the Chilu Boy, one of the three great warriors. He wielded a sickle and axe and slashed fiercely at Young Master Xiaona, aiming for vital points at every turn.

Although Gongzi Xiaona had some unorthodox methods and his foundation was actually quite weak, he also had to consider the safety of Liu Mudan. After a few moves, he was already in a precarious situation.

"Come die!"

Just as the evil spirits were wreaking havoc and Young Master Xiao Na and Mu Dan's lives were in grave danger, a powerful palm strike slammed into the back garden of Youxiantai.

Wherever the palm strike landed, not only did the Screaming Child die instantly, but the Ghost Hand also dismembered and cursed the Night's Roar.

(I haven't updated for two days, so I can only apologize... I don't know what to say, but I won't abandon this project. Happy New Year to all fellow Daoists!)

Chapter 437 Ghost Prison Prince - Emperor Dragon's Heir

"My feet tread upon the flames of war, my hands grasp destruction. My name is Rahu."

With a bold and majestic poem, a towering figure with extraordinary presence stepped into the back garden of Youxiantai. With a single palm strike, he killed one person and injured two others, instantly turning the tide of the battle.

"The Martial Lord has arrived!"

Xi Xueyi felt much more at ease.

Gu Su Huan Jian curled his lips. After meeting her last time, he had already found out that the man the courtesan was interested in was none other than the famous Tian Du Wu Jun. Fortunately, it was rumored in the martial arts world that Wu Jun was not interested in women, which reassured Gu Su Huan Jian a lot.

However, Liu Mudan herself was completely bewildered at this moment, and could not recall ever having shown any unusual favor towards Wu Jun.

Although Gongzi Xiaona received Luo Hou's help, he did not have a very good expression. The news that Luo Hou had overpowered Defeng Ancient Path had already spread throughout the branches of Confucianism. In addition, with the reconstruction of Xuehai Wuyai, it was clear that he had the potential to replace Defeng Ancient Path. This made the Confucian branches that had never experienced the strength of Tiandu inevitably have some complaints.

On the Ghost Clan's side, the Three Great Terrors are actually the three-eyed beast beads on the head of the Ghost Prison Beast Yanhuo Tianliao, and their souls will return after their death.

Now that the Child of the Roaring Skull is dead, the cursed night is broken, and the remaining spirits are scattered.

"Want to leave?"

Luo Hou swept his cold gaze across the area, and an inexplicable power enveloped the two ghosts like a thick cloud, causing them to dare not move again.

The real case of the collapse of Cangpanfei in the night of the curse is as follows:

"Those who are in distress should take care of matters in distress."

"Her Majesty the Empress will not let you get away with this!"

"How dare you be so arrogant, you little monster! Prepare to die!"

Luo Hou had no intention of saying more. With a slight movement of his sleeves, two gusts of wind, like two small nuclear bombs, flew out from his sleeves, instantly striking the enemy in the night.

Smoke and dust billowed, and screams echoed.

When everything calmed down, only a few charred embers remained on the ground.

Xi Xueyi, Gu Gong Huan Jian, and Gongzi Xiao Na were dumbfounded. What kind of foundation could possibly destroy the three great demon clans in the blink of an eye?

The only remaining disciple of the Qing Sui Buddhist sect could no longer conceal his fear and turned to flee for his life.

Suddenly, a sword flashed, and a snow crane soared into the sky. Qing Sui Fo Zi was beheaded by Xi Xue Yi, who had been closely watching the situation on the field, ending his sins in this life.

Immediately, Xi Xueyi walked up to Luo Hou and thanked him: "Tonight, the Ghost Prison's conspiracy was completely thwarted; it is truly thanks to the Martial Lord."

"You're too kind. In the fight against demons and the defense of the righteous path, the Heavenly Capital and the Confucian School are one and the same."

Xi Xueyi sighed, "I didn't expect that even with Ghost Prison sealed off, so many fish still managed to slip through the net and secretly infiltrate the Bitter Realm, even reaching the upper echelons of Buddhism. I wonder if the Holy Balance Master is aware of this?"

"The Buddhist community of Xihuang has begun an internal investigation. I believe that the Holy Balance Master will handle the matter of Qing Sui Buddhist disciple properly."

Luo Hou secretly plotted that currently, only a few people could enter and leave the Bitter Realm from Ghost Prison: the Eight-Faced Ghost Rong, the Goddess of Deathly Silence, the Buddha of Azure Follows, and the Three Great War Terrors, all of whom had now been killed.

Next up is that young master.

I wonder what the celestial dragon gods who received the Dragon Slash of the Trayastrimsa Heaven think of this little brother. Will they throw him back to the celestial realm directly, or kill him and then throw him back?

Seeing Luo Hou deep in thought, Xi Xueyi asked again, "Wu Jun wouldn't have come to the Western Buddhist Realm without a reason. Is it for the Yama Ghost Prison?"

“Indeed, I will go to the Devouring Life Evil Mouth first, you all rest well.”

"I am willing to accompany Lord Wu in my snow-white robes."

This time, Gu Su Huan Jian expressed his willingness to reconcile on his own: "I'd like to see what kind of hellish place that Devouring Life Evil Mouth is."

"Youxiantai still needs to be guarded, so I might as well stay here."

The young master smiled as he looked at the garden, now reduced to ruins, pondering how to explain things to Mang Susu the next day to avoid the madam making exorbitant demands for compensation.

Defeng Gudao is wealthy, but Xiru is quite poor. Hoping that Xixueyi will come up with money is basically hopeless; he will have to rely on his son Xiaobao to handle the aftermath.

When Luo Hou and his two companions arrived at the Devouring Longevity Pass, it was just dawn, and a red sun rose from the horizon, hanging above the distant snow-capped peaks.

Before me lay a deep pool of black water, covering an area of ​​about a hundred acres, backed by equally black cliffs, shrouded in an ominous aura, with bubbles and ripples constantly rising to the surface.

Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed from the water: "Have the three Great Terrors returned? How did last night's operation go? Something's not right!"

The demon soldiers guarding the Devouring Mouth quickly noticed something amiss; the pool water churned, presumably because they had gone to report to their superiors.