Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

The moment the Black Lotus Demon Lord appeared, the wind and snow in the Sword Tomb seemed to grow colder.

Just now, the righteous people were talking to Gu Changjin about righteousness, about the common people, and about how the righteous path should not be internally antagonistic.

But then, the Demonic Cult actually arrived, and they weren't some small fry like Zuo You Hu Hua.

Instead, he is now the leader of the Demonic Cult, the Black Lotus Demon Lord. He joined the Demonic Cult ten years ago, stormed Black Lotus Mountain five years ago, killed three Demonic Cult protectors, and forcibly took the position of Demon Lord.

In recent years, he has led the Demonic Sect eastward, conquering three states and making the righteous path unable to lift its head.

The Zen Master Huikong, who had just been looking compassionate, immediately changed his expression.

The master of Fuhu Manor gripped his long sword tightly, and the elder of the Righteous Alliance also took a half step back.

When they talk about the well-being of the people, they all speak louder and louder than the last.

When they actually saw the Black Lotus Demon Lord, their bodies betrayed them quite readily.

Zen Master Huikong quickly looked at Gu Changjin.

"Gu Jian Shen, with the Demon Lord before us, please make your move!"

An elder of the Righteous Alliance also said urgently, "Sword God Gu, you were once the leader of the righteous path. Now that the Demonic Sect has attacked the Sword Tomb, you cannot stand idly by!"

The owner of Fuhu Manor's face twitched.

"Let's set aside what just happened for now; we should first eliminate the demons and uphold justice!"

Gu Changjin ignored them completely.

He stood in the center of the sword mound, holding a long sword, and slowly closed his eyes.

That's right.

Close your eyes.

It was incredibly noisy all around.

The righteous sects argued, and the evil sects also argued.

And those few ungrateful disciples who hadn't died were also panting like broken bellows.

He found it annoying.

And who knows if anyone else will come later?

The Sword Tomb is bustling with activity today, like a market, with one crowd after another.

First, accumulate some spiritual energy.

Let's save up enough first.

The moment he closed his eyes, the faces of the righteous people turned even uglier.

Zen Master Huikong frowned, unsure of what Gu Changjin was up to, and could only offer his advice.

"Gu Jianshen, now is not the time to act rashly."

The elder of the Righteous Alliance coldly said, "Does Sword God Gu really intend to watch the Demonic Sect slaughter the righteous path because of his personal grudges?"

The master of Fuhu Manor added sarcastically, "Ha, the once mighty Sword God Jinxue, who dominated the martial world with his sword, now doesn't even have the courage to draw his sword and vanquish demons?"

Gu Changjin didn't even blink.

I love to talk.

We'll settle the accounts together later.

Upon hearing these words, the Black Lotus Demon Lord burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Interesting, very interesting!"

He stood in the wind and snow, half of his pale face visible beneath the bronze demon mask.

"I have truly seen the light today."

"You righteous people, when you were forcing people to hand over their inheritance, you kept talking about the common people. Now that the demonic sect has arrived, you want people to work for you."

"You've really mastered the art of hypocrisy."

The righteous people's faces turned ashen.

But the Black Lotus Demon Lord changed the subject and looked at Gu Changjin.

"However, Gu Jianshen also disappointed me."

"Having been famous in the martial arts world for decades, I thought you still had some backbone."

"I didn't expect him to be such a coward."

"He was swift in killing his disciple, but when he actually saw the real person, he didn't even dare to open his eyes."

His laughter grew louder, filled with arrogance and unbridled joy.

"Is this the righteous sword god?"

"ridiculous!"

Gu Changjin kept his eyes closed, and he was forcibly drawing out the wisps of spiritual energy in his meridians.

Seeing that he didn't move, the Black Lotus Demon Lord stopped wasting his breath.

His gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Zen Master Huikong and the others.

"Since Gu Jianshen is unwilling to move, then I will send you on your way first."

As soon as the words were spoken, the black-robed demons rushed into the Sword Tomb.

A battle cry suddenly arose, and the wind and snow were shattered by the true energy.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord's figure flashed, almost turning into a black shadow.

Just as a righteous alliance expert drew his sword, his chest was slammed open by a palm strike, sending him flying backward and crashing into a broken sword, whereupon he died instantly.

An elder from Fuhu Manor roared and pounced, his blade flashing like a tiger.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord raised his hand and grabbed the back of the blade with his five fingers, then struck him on the forehead with his palm.

the second.

Immediately afterwards, an old woman from the Suxin Sword Sect thrust her sword forward.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord didn't even glance at it. With a flick of his black robe, a black lotus dart flew out from his sleeve and pierced straight through his throat.

The third.

In the blink of an eye, three righteous masters died.

The righteous people were completely panicked.

The remaining six disciples dared not curse Gu Changjin any longer and quickly formed a sword formation to confront the demonic sect's protectors.

The six of them came out of the Sword Tomb together, and their sword formation was indeed quite impressive.

Without Xiao Chenzhou, the power was reduced, but it could still withstand the siege of the guardians for a short time.

But it only blocked it.

The real trouble is the Black Lotus Demon Lord.

His black figure weaved through the chaotic crowd, and no one could stop him.

Master Huikong threw out a string of Buddhist prayer beads, which were shattered by his palm strike.

The master of Fuhu Manor swung his long sword down, but he dodged it by sidestepping and then kicked him in the back, cracking his sternum.

The elder of the Righteous Alliance roared, "Form the formation! Form the formation!"

Before the formation could even be completed, the people were already in chaos.

As the Black Lotus Demon Lord got into the heat of battle, his gaze suddenly shifted and landed on the six disciples of the Sword Tomb.

A chill ran through all six of them at the same time.

Lu Guichen shouted, "Seniors, save me!"

No one can save them.

A dark shadow swept past.

The first head flew up.

Then came the second, and the third.

The sword formation shattered instantly.

The remaining few tried to escape, but the Black Lotus Demon Lord's palm surged with black energy, and he slapped them one by one, killing them all on the snow.

The last disciple knelt on the ground, crying and looking at Gu Changjin.

"Master, save me!"

Gu Changjin kept his eyes closed and remained motionless.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord's palm descended.

boom.

All six disciples died.

The entrance to the Sword Tomb was completely silent for a moment.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord did not continue the pursuit, but slowly retreated to his original position.

He looked at Gu Changjin, and for the first time, there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Something's not right! This old man is being far too cautious.

He killed a righteous master, but Gu Changjin didn't move.

Now that he has killed all six remaining disciples, Gu Changjin still hasn't made a move.

The intelligence report stated that Gu Changjin treated these seven disciples like his own sons.

He taught sword techniques, provided resources, and even made several exceptions to go down the mountain for the sake of a few disciples.

But now?

When all the disciples raised by his own son were killed.

That old man didn't even open his eyes.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this still the righteous sword god?

Why does he seem even more demonic than him?

At this moment, the righteous people on the field have been surrounded by the demonic sect.

Everyone was wounded, and bloodstains were everywhere in the wind and snow.

Zen Master Huikong was pale and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The master of Fuhu Manor leaned on his knife, his arm trembling.

The elder of the Righteous Alliance had lost an arm, and his face looked ashen, like that of a dead man.

At this critical juncture, they could only turn their attention back to Gu Changjin.

This time, however, his words were undeniably sincere, lacking the sarcasm and scheming.

"Gu Jianshen, I beg you to make a move."

"I spoke inappropriately before, but with the Demonic Sect at hand, I urge Sword God Gu to consider the plight of the common people."

"Senior Gu, if you don't take action now, the Sword Tomb will truly be a river of blood today."

Liu Yueci's eyes were also red, and her voice trembled.

"Senior Gu, Senior Brother Xiao and the others are already dead. Are you going to watch everyone else die here?"

Gu Changjin still didn't move.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"Stop shouting."

"That old man is probably already dead."

"I was wrong to keep an eye on him; I overestimated him."

The voice just fell.

Gu Changjin opened his eyes.

The snowstorm suddenly stopped.

He looked at the Black Lotus Demon Lord, his tone very soft.

"I heard you've been telling everyone I'm dead?"

The Black Lotus Demon Lord's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Gu Changjin.

He was still that withered old man, with white hair, an old robe, and declining health; there wasn't even the slightest fluctuation of internal energy in his body.

But for some reason, the moment he opened his eyes, the entire sword mound seemed to be pressed down by something.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord sensed it carefully for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Playing tricks."

"Gu Changjin, you've almost completely dissipated your internal energy, and you still want to scare me?"

He took a step forward, his black robe billowing, and he transformed into a black shadow, rushing straight at Gu Changjin.

"Today, I, the Supreme Being, will send you, Sword God, to your death!"

Gu Changjin looked up, but did not draw his sword; he simply stepped forward.

His emaciated body floated lightly into the air.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, it resembled a wisp of a returning wild goose.

The next moment, he made a single stroke with his fingers.

A faint glint of sword light flashed from his fingertips.

The sword light was very thin, as thin as a silver thread in the wind and snow.

But the moment it appeared, everyone's eyes stung.

The smile on the Black Lotus Demon Lord's face froze.

He wanted to hide.

There's no escaping it.

He tried to block it.

It couldn't be stopped.

A silvery-white sword light pierced through his brow.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord's figure hovered in mid-air.

The bronze demon mask split in two.

The ferocity, arrogance, and disbelief in his eyes all froze.

Then he fell straight down.

boom.

It crashed into the snow.

The Black Lotus Demon Lord, whom the righteous sects of the world were on high alert, is dead just like that?!

One sword.

No.

It doesn't even qualify as a single sword strike.

It was just a ray of light that Gu Changjin drew out by raising his hand.

The Sword Tomb fell into a deathly silence, leaving both righteous and demonic practitioners dumbfounded.

No, if you're that strong, why didn't you make a move just now?

At Fuhu Manor, a young man suddenly broke down and shouted.

"You could have killed him! You're so strong!"

"Why didn't you act sooner? My father was just killed by the Demonic Sect!"

"You call yourself the old Sword God? You..."

Gu Changjin looked at him and smiled.

"You miss your dad that much?"

The young man was taken aback.

Gu Changjin raised his hand.

"I'll send you down to see him now."

The sword flashed, and the young man's voice abruptly stopped.

The next moment, Gu Changjin's sleeves trembled.

As the snow swirled and the swords trembled within the sword mound, countless broken swords resonated simultaneously.

Sword lights rose from the snow, as if sword spirits that had been dormant for many years had all opened their eyes at this moment.

Righteous Path, Demonic Cult, Protector, Elder, Holy Maiden, Disciple.

At that moment, everyone's expression turned to terror.

"Gu Jianshen!"

"What are you going to do!"

"stop!"

"Old Sword God, spare my life!"

Gu Changjin remained expressionless.

"It's noisy."

As the sword light fell, the entire mountain turned white, then red.

After a few breaths, the Sword Tomb fell silent.

It was truly quiet, because apart from the sound of wind and snow, there was not a single human voice.

Gu Changjin landed back on the ground, his body swaying slightly.

This amount of spiritual power is still far too little.

That's enough.

Those who deserved to die are all dead.

He looked up at the distant mountain peak and suddenly had a mischievous thought.

The last few strands of spiritual energy are wasted if not used.

Gu Changjin formed a sword shape with his fingers and slashed it into the distance.

boom!

A sword light pierced through the wind and snow, slashing fiercely at the mountain peak.

The entire mountain shook violently, and the mountain walls cracked open.

A huge sword mark stretched from the mountainside all the way to the summit, as if it had split the entire mountain in two.

Gu Changjin withdrew his hand and chuckled softly.

"Since we're already here..."

"Keep this as a souvenir."