So it turns out I'm the demon!

"What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

Seeing that Yang Chihong was not making a move, Zhu Wuxian, who was already on the verge of collapse, roared angrily.

Yang Chihong cursed inwardly:

"Kill your sister! It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. You fucking do it yourself!"

At this moment, Jiang Mu is like a pile of dung; anyone who touches her will get into trouble.

Zhu Wuxian almost ground his teeth to powder.

This guy is useless; he's completely ineffective when it really matters.

Zhu Wuxian bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and another paper doll clone was formed out of thin air.

This clone's aura was even more substantial than the previous two.

Zhu Wuxian's face also paled slightly.

The more paper dolls a person has, and the higher their cultivation level, the more terrifying the burden and backlash on the original soul becomes.

But he couldn't care less about that right now.

Without getting rid of Jiang Mu, this fly, we can't feel at ease seizing opportunities.

Zhu Wuxian had his paper doll temporarily take his place to block the light from colliding with the sword lotus, while he himself rushed out, carrying an overwhelming force of star power, and struck towards Jiang Mu!

However, just as his hand was about to fall, Zhu Wuxian recoiled in fright as if he had been burned.

His eyes widened as he also saw the silk threads wrapped around Jiang Mu's body.

Those threads of sin and karma crisscrossed, thick and thin, long and short... like a giant spider web soaked in blood, wrapping him up in a cocoon.

"this……"

Zhu Wuxian gasped, his face filled with shock.

What heinous thing did this kid do?

Zhu Wuxian's lips moved a few times, his expression complex: "You little beast, just how many innocent people have you killed?"

Seeing that the two of them were intimidated, Jiang Mu grinned:

"I am the living Yama, you think you can take it? Come and kill me if you dare! I'll stand right here and let you kill me. If you don't dare to lay a hand on me today, I'll look down on you."

Zhu Wuxian's noodles twitched, and he said coldly:

"You little beast, you must have committed countless heinous acts, otherwise you wouldn't be burdened with so much sin and karma. I'm killing you today on behalf of Heaven!"

"Then why don't you act as a righteous judge, instead of just killing with your mouth?"

Jiang Mu scoffed.

Zhu Wuxian's face turned ashen.

What a joke! Once he gets involved with the sins and karma of this little beast, he'll probably never be able to wash it off for several lifetimes.

Yang Chihong, standing to the side, said coldly:

"Killing you directly would only dirty our hands. But I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead!"

He made a hand seal with his right hand.

A drop of blood oozed from the tip of the index finger of the left hand.

The blood droplet trembled slightly on his fingertip, like a blood worm, with fine lines as thin as hair appearing on its surface.

"This is the [Heart-Eating Blood-Transforming Gu]. Once it enters your body, it will burrow into your heart meridian, devouring your bones and blood, yet it will not kill you." "Enjoy it."

Yang Chihong flicked his finger, and the bloodworm instantly disappeared into Jiang Mu's chest.

【The Mantra to Transfer Misfortune and Bitterness】!

However, at the very moment the bloodworm entered his body, Jiang Mu used his supernatural powers to forcibly transfer the effects of the Gu worm to the paper doll clone that was still fighting the Shadow Demon, so that it could suffer in his place.

A large bulge immediately appeared on the chest of the paper doll.

Then, with a "hiss," it began to rot.

The paper doll was created by Zhu Wuxian using his own soul and blood essence, and is closely connected to the vital energy and life force of his original body.

Once the blood gu took effect, it was transmitted back into Zhu Wuxian's body through the connection between their souls.

Zhu Wuxian let out a muffled groan.

Looking down, I saw a bloody welt on my right arm, spreading upwards from my wrist.

Wherever the bloodstains passed, something seemed to be wriggling under the skin.

"Yang Chihong, what are you doing?"

Zhu Wuxian was both shocked and furious, and used his star power to forcefully expel the Gu power from his body.

Yang Chihong was also completely confused.

He stared at Jiang Mu, who showed no reaction to the poison, and immediately made a guess. He narrowed his eyes and said, "This kid seems to be hiding some kind of secret technique that can forcibly transfer damage."

"BOOM!!"

Just then, Zhu Wuxian's face suddenly flushed red, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

However, the clone that was positioned between the ball of light and the sword lotus exploded.

On the other side of the sword domain, Yu Xiaoqian broke free of her chains using her powerful ghostly energy.

But instead of stubbornly rushing towards the sword lotus, she turned and darted off in another direction.

There seemed to be something there that mattered to her more than the opportunity to pursue swordsmanship.

Zhu Wuxian no longer cared about the female ghost.

The continuous drain on his clones, the backlash from the destruction of the paper dolls, and the prolonged tug-of-war with the ball of light enveloping Yuan Aqing had left him exhausted and unable to sustain himself.

The ball of light and the sword lotus have already begun to merge.

Zhu Wuxian roared, "Even if the Myriad Swords Sect can't obtain this opportunity, you shouldn't even think about getting your hands on it!"

He faced his palms together, drawing out streaks of sword light between his ten fingers.

The sword beams intertwined and converged above his head, instantly forming a colossal sword a hundred feet long that seemed to reach the heavens.

The sword intent soared straight to the heavens.

Zhu Wuxian angrily slashed down at the sword lotus.

boom

The petals of the sword lotus were cleaved in two by the sword, scattering into fragments of light.

The ball of light enveloping Yuan Aqing shattered, and the girl's body fell from mid-air.

"Ah-Qing!"

Jiang Mu rushed over and hugged the girl, about to land, when Zhu Wuxian grabbed at her with his five fingers: "You brat, even if I don't kill you, I'll cripple your cultivation first!"

Zhu Wuxian's arm trembled.

Jiang Mu felt a surge of violent sword energy pour into his body, rushing straight to his dantian.

He groaned, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and fell heavily to the ground.

Even though the chess piece magic weapon protected his cultivation, the backlash still caused his blood and qi to surge, and he instantly fell into a coma. Yuan Aqing, however, was unharmed, as he held her in his arms.

The girl dazedly got up and patted her throbbing head.

When she saw Jiang Mu lying beneath her with his eyes closed, the girl's face drained of color, and she lunged at him:

"master!"

Tears streamed down the girl's face as she shook Jiang Mu's arm, "Master, what's wrong? Wake up..."

Zhu Wuxian and Yang Chihong were both greatly surprised to find that the person vying for their opportunity was a maid.

"So you're one of this kid's men. No wonder you're fighting us to the death."

Zhu Wuxian frowned.

But he couldn't understand why this girl was qualified to seize the opportunity of the Sword Immortal.

What tricks did this kid use in secret?

At this moment, Yang Chihong suddenly raised his head.

The sword lotus that had been shattered in the sky did not disappear; instead, it reformed and reassembled.

Yang Chihong's eyes burned with fervor as he whispered:

"Elder, the sword lotus hasn't dissipated yet, so there's still a chance. However, to forcibly take it into our hands, neither of us alone is enough. Unless we join forces and use that method..."

Zhu Wuxian gave him a cold, sidelong glance:

"What? You intend to keep this fortune a secret from the sect leader and keep it to yourself?"

Yang Chihong's thoughts were exposed, but he wasn't embarrassed and calmly replied:

"Doesn't the Grand Elder have such thoughts in mind? After a lifetime of cultivation, who would want to live under someone else's roof for the rest of their life? With this Sword Immortal inheritance, it's still unknown who will be in charge of the Myriad Swords Sect."

Zhu Wuxian gave a noncommittal snort, his gaze falling on Jiang Mu and Yuan Aqing, a murderous intent surging within him:

"This kid's cultivation is ruined, he's no threat. Let's kill that little girl first, then capture this kid alive and bring him back to the Myriad Swords Sect."

This kid possesses extraordinary luck; if we can bring him back to the Myriad Swords Sect and slowly absorb it, we might reap great rewards.

Yang Chihong's lips curled into a smile, knowing that the old fox had agreed.

"it is good."

He nodded and darted toward Jiang Mu and Yuan Aqing.

Zhu Wuxian sat cross-legged, preparing to unleash another forbidden technique of the Myriad Swords Sect to forcibly pluck the sword lotus that was about to reunite in mid-air. "Master..."

Yuan Aqing cried with tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry, Master, it's all my fault. I couldn't protect Sister Xiang, and I couldn't protect you either..." Just as the girl was grieving, a soft silver beam of light suddenly shot down from the sword lotus in the sky, enveloping her.

The girl shuddered.

It felt like countless needles were piercing my mind at the same time.

Those previously vague fragments of memory surged back like a tide.

She saw a sword hanging in the sky.

I saw a woman standing with her hands behind her back on a cloud, her sword intent like an inverted galaxy.

I heard someone speaking; the voice was cold and distant…

However, these images are still unclear, like looking at a painting through a blurry frosted glass.

She wanted to catch it, but couldn't.

I wanted to see clearly, but I was blocked by layer upon layer of fog.

"ah!!!"

Yuan Aqing clutched her head in anguish and nestled against Jiang Mu's chest.

At this moment, Yang Chihong arrived.

He was about to raise his hand to finish off this troublesome little girl when he suddenly froze.

This girl exuded a very pure sword intent.

Even more strangely, as this sword intent spread, Yang Chihong felt a sudden palpitation, his heart beat faster, and an inexplicable sense of oppression made the hairs on his body stand on end.

This feeling is hard to describe.

It's like a student skipping class who suddenly bumps into their most feared homeroom teacher on the street.

Yang Chihong forcibly suppressed the uncomfortable emotions in his heart and said coldly:

"Little girl, blame your bad luck. There are some things in this world that are not for someone like you to have your hands on. In your next life, remember to choose your things carefully before you take them."

With that, he conjured a short blade of sword energy in his palm, preparing to slash at the girl's slender neck.

Just as the sword tip was only half a foot away from Yuan Aqing, the girl who had been curled up in pain, clutching her head, suddenly looked up. She was enveloped in a radiant light.

Her clear eyes were like two deep, vast silver galaxies.

A terrifying sword intent, radiating an aura of absolute dominance, exploded outwards from the petite figure of the young girl.

The clouds broke apart, and the gale subsided.

Even the moonlight was shattered into pieces by this sword intent.

In an instant, it was as if a sword had cleaved down from the highest point of the heavens, splitting the sky in two with a rift hundreds of miles long.

Yuan Aqing slowly stood up, her long hair flying wildly.

The girl's pink lips parted slightly:

"Sword, come!"

Heaven and earth were like the beginning of chaos.

In a small town.

Several swordsmen from the martial arts world were gathered in a tavern, drinking and boasting.

Suddenly, with a "clang", the swords at their waists were drawn from their sheaths on their own, their blades trembling as they flew into the air.

Before they could react, the swords vanished in a streak of light.

Only a group of swordsmen remained, carrying empty scabbards, bewildered in the wind.

It is located within a sword sect in Yancheng.

Hundreds of disciples are sweating profusely in the training ground.

The next moment, as if hearing some kind of summons, all the longswords in the hands of the disciples flew out of their hands.

Moreover, thousands of longswords in the Sword Pavilion simultaneously flew up from their racks, like a flock of pilgrims, converging into a long river that roared and disappeared into the sky.

The disciples were stunned.

The Imperial Palace of Daqing, deep within its inner courtyard.

The emperor was admiring a precious sword in the scabbard in front of him with great interest.

The blade is like autumn water, with faint dragon patterns running along its spine, and a lifelike dragon head carved on the guard.

It is truly an unparalleled divine weapon.

Beside him, an official was bowing obsequiously as he introduced the situation:

"Your Majesty, this sword is called [Zhenyue Longyuan], which was cut open by fishermen from the East Sea from the belly of a thousand-year-old dragon."

When the sword was drawn, the sun and moon shone brightly, and fish and shrimp within a radius of ten thousand miles all rose to the surface in worship. The local people all said that this was an auspicious sign of the Holy Emperor's ascension to the throne and the rise of peace throughout the land.

Before the flattery could be finished, the [Zhenyue Longyuan] sword in the box suddenly emitted a sword cry.

Immediately afterwards, the longsword burst forth from its sheath!

The emperor's pupils contracted, and he instinctively turned his body to the side.

"Sizzle"

The sword energy sliced ​​a bloody gash across the shoulder of his dragon robe.

The guards around him, realizing what was happening, drew their swords to protect him.

The official who was still rambling on saw this scene and was so frightened that he lost his mind and knelt down on the ground.

The emperor's face turned ashen, and he was about to erupt in anger.

All the swords in the hands of the guards in the palace hummed as they flew out of their sheaths and sped off in the same direction.

Deep within the underground palace of the Imperial Observatory, an aged figure soared into the sky and landed before the emperor in an instant.

It was none other than Gu Tianyuan, the ancestor of the Imperial Observatory.

"What happened?"

The emperor asked coldly.

Gu Tianyuan squinted at the direction where the flying sword disappeared, a hint of apprehension in his eyes: "The Return of Ten Thousand Swords... Your Majesty, it must have been the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that caused this commotion."

"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

The emperor snorted coldly, clenching his fist. "This Xuanyuan Daowen is truly showing less and less respect for me!"

Tens of millions of longswords surged forth from the vast land of Kyushu.

The water converges above Xiahe Town, forming a sword-shaped waterfall thousands of feet wide that blocks out the sky.

A thousand sword waves overlap the vast sea, a single sword's light chills fourteen provinces.

This moment.

Whether within or outside the Sword Domain, whether at the ends of the earth or on islands or on the outskirts of the capital, whether in the lofty halls of sects or in bustling taverns...

All the swords in the world came to bow down!

Zhu Wuxian and Yang Chihong looked up at the endless waterfall of swords cascading down from the heavens, feeling like two wooden stakes driven into the ground, their minds blank.

"run!!"

Zhu Wuxian finally came to her senses and screamed in terror.

He turned around, unleashed a streak of light, and fled frantically towards the edge of the sword domain.

He completely forgot about any opportunities or inheritances at that moment.

Yang Chihong also seemed to wake up from a dream and followed closely behind.

however,

You can't outrun them.

A powerful waterfall of swords crashed down, instantly engulfing the two of them.

Zhu Wuxian's eyes were bloodshot as he poured all the star power within him into a silver sword token.

The talisman exploded, creating a barrier of sword energy around him.

The waterfall crashed against the barrier, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Yang Chihong, who was following behind, had just condensed a protective sword shield when it was shattered by the sword waterfall and couldn't even hold on for a moment.

Hundreds of swords pierced through his body.

Yang Chihong coughed up a mouthful of blood mist and collapsed in a pool of blood.

In the hazy state of his consciousness fading, he saw a figure.

In the heart of the churning, roaring sea of ​​sword intent, a stunningly beautiful and ethereal figure wielding a sword gracefully stood atop the sea of ​​swords.

Hundreds of millions of sword lights surged endlessly around them.

That aloof and proud demeanor gradually overlapped with the figure that Yang Chihong once revered deep in his memory.

"Studying..."

Yang Chihong muttered to himself.

At that moment, he finally understood.

"I should have thought of that... I should have thought of that... Hahahaha..."

Yang Chihong's mouth was filled with blood and foam as he let out a miserable laugh.

A thin crack appeared on his chest, through which white light shone.

The light grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling.

at last

boom!

Yang Chihong's body exploded from the inside out.

Having reached the eleventh realm of cultivation, the vice sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect perished.

The starry sky in Yuan Aqing's eyes gradually faded.

She glanced down at Jiang Mu lying on the ground, her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she closed her eyes weakly. Her body went limp, and she collapsed into the ruins, losing consciousness once more.

Beyond the Sword Domain.

Xuanyuan asked, staring blankly at the awe-inspiring sword waterfall that resembled a silver river falling from the heavens.

Bai Xiang and Mo Huaisu were both shocked by this astonishing scene.

"What happened?"

Mo Huaisu exclaimed in surprise.

Bai Xiang was equally confused. Seeing Xuan Yuan's flustered expression, she slightly curled her red lips and spoke with a hint of schadenfreude:

"Tsk, it seems there's been a slight problem with your Myriad Swords Sect trying to seize this opportunity..."

Xuanyuan Wendao ignored Bai Xiang's sarcasm.

He reached out and plucked a wisp of sword energy from the sword shadows, gently pinched it between his fingertips, and closed his eyes to sense it for a moment.

When I opened my eyes again, my gaze was complicated.

"Is that you?"

Xuanyuan asked himself.

The next instant, he brought two fingers together to form a sword incantation, staring at Bai Xiang:

"Don't stop me."

"Hmph, looks like they're really desperate."

Sensing the immense killing intent emanating from his opponent, Bai Xiang coldly snorted, "Then let's see if you, the so-called leader of swordsmanship, have the ability to cross over today."

Quarrel.

It's like having a million Minions arguing in your head.

In a daze, Jiang Mu slowly woke up.

He felt as if all his bones had fallen apart; the hollow, aching pain was even more unbearable than when Aunt Shui had tormented him. He propped himself up on his arms, looked around, and was startled by the scene before him.

"Is this the end of the world?"

As far as the eye could see, the ground looked as if it had been plowed over a dozen times by an old ox.

Pit after pit, ditch after ditch.

The sword domain, which was previously filled with rampant sword energy, is now as silent as a vacuum, with not even a wisp of wind detectable.

His gaze shifted, and he saw Yuan Aqing lying quietly beside him.

The girl's eyes were closed, her face was pale, her hair was disheveled and scattered on her cheeks, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Ah-Qing!"

Jiang Mu's heart tightened, and he quickly picked her up and reached out to check her breath.

Thankfully, he can still breathe, but he has passed out.

Even now, his mind is still a complete mess, he's totally bewildered.

He couldn't understand how this girl had suddenly floated into the air, or how she had inexplicably been vying for an opportunity with a top cultivator from the Myriad Swords Sect. And what was the origin of that sword lotus?

"Cough...cough cough..."

A cough interrupted Jiang Mu's thoughts.

Jiang Mu's eyes sharpened, and she looked up in the direction of the sound.

Just a few dozen steps away, in a pit in the ruins, a hand as thin as a withered branch clung to the edge.

Immediately afterwards, a figure got up and stood up unsteadily.

It was Zhu Wuxian!

However, at this moment, he no longer showed any trace of the demeanor of a peak cultivator.

Large patches of his flesh rotted and peeled away, revealing the stark white bones beneath. His dry, white hair clung to his mangled scalp like a clump of weeds, and half of his face was gone.

In the center of the chest cavity, a faint light was flickering.

Clearly, it was this protective treasure that blocked the fatal sword intent for him at the last moment, thus saving his crippled body.

Zhu Wuxian, panting heavily, glanced blankly at the surrounding mess, then paused for a moment at the spot where Yang Chihong had been blown to pieces. Finally, he turned his gaze, his cold eyes fixed on Jiang Mu.

"Heaven's way has its punishments, and the four seasons never err. All things follow their course, only the hearts of men are not united..."

Zhu Wuxian's eyes were unfocused, and he muttered to himself as he dragged his tattered body toward Jiang Mu step by step.

With each step, the festering flesh began to heal anew.

A layer of shimmering white light flowed from his chest, spreading along his bones and enveloping him in a halo of holiness.

But his breathing grew weaker and weaker.

The spiritual pressure of the twelfth realm has completely disappeared, and the fluctuations of the realm it emits at this moment have fallen to between the sixth and seventh realms.

Clearly, his foundation was destroyed, and he had lost almost half of his life.

"Old man."

Jiang Mu stood in front of Yuan Aqing, looking at Zhu Wuxian expressionlessly.

"Jiang Mu".

Zhu Wuxian stopped, raised his half-human, half-ghost face, and his lips moved. "Your cultivation has been personally destroyed by me. You are now no different from a dead man."

I accept today's defeat.

The path of cultivation is inherently about defying fate and being ruled by the victors. I've cultivated for so many years, and there's nothing I can't let go of.

But I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled!

"You, a mere junior, have ruined all of this. Therefore, today, both of you are destined to die. Even if you, Jiang Mu, are burdened with sins and karma, I no longer care!"

He raised his right arm, which was now just bones, and grabbed at the air with his five fingers.

The pebbles and dust on the ground gathered in his palm and solidified into a longsword of earth and stone.

"The two of you can keep each other company on the road to the underworld, so you won't be so lonely."

With his last shred of obsession and rage, Zhu Wuxian thrust his long sword toward Jiang Mu's heart.

Jiang Mu did not dodge.

The sword tip pierced his chest.

However, to Zhu Wuxian's astonishment, the sword tip pressed against Jiang Mu's chest as if it had hit a wall, unable to advance even an inch.

He looked up and met Jiang Mu's half-smiling face, finally realizing what was happening:

"Your cultivation is still intact?!"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Jiang Mu shrugged.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mu's star power suddenly erupted, blasting the earthen stone sword into dust.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and slapped her.

"Snapped!"

Zhu Wuxian was sent flying by the slap, spinning several times in mid-air.

Before Zhu Wuxian even landed.

Teleport!

Jiang Mu's figure vanished into thin air and reappeared in front of the other party.

Then, one punch after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each punch was imbued with the power of the Eight Realms, forcing Zhu Wuxian to stand on his heels like a punching bag as he unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Every punch landed squarely, crushing the flesh inch by inch.

Zhu Wuxian's flesh, which had just barely healed under the white light of the jade talisman, was once again shattered into bloody foam under the violent crushing force.

It has returned to the way it looked when it first crawled out of the ruins.

Jiang Mu clenched his fists, and a blood-red light flowed, instantly condensing into a Blood Frenzy longsword.

The blade exuded a chilling aura.

Jiang Mu looked at Zhu Wuxian, who was sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, and said indifferently, "Old bastard, don't be a human in your next life."

Swish!

The blood-stained blade fell.

"Inconsistent"

Amidst Zhu Wuxian's unwilling screams of agony, a head rolled to the ground.