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Meng Ji bowed his head and said, "Master, your opinion is great."

Yu Yangzi nodded slightly, then turned around, calmed himself, stretched out his only right hand, and swung it forward heavily in the night. Suddenly, figures gathered in the darkness, and after a moment, a large number of Changshengtang disciples appeared, and rushed towards the direction of Yu Yangzi's finger with ease.

The night is dark, desolate and murderous!

The Death Swamp, the Bottomless Pit.

This piece of land looks flat during the day, but for some reason it has such a strange name. Only the villagers who have lived near the Dead Swamp for many years would know that in this area, there is a large piece of land in the middle that looks the same as the surrounding area, with weeds growing everywhere, but it is actually a huge bottomless mud pit, and the silt in it has a very strong suction force. If ordinary people accidentally step in, they will be sucked down in a moment, and rot silently in the deep swamp from then on.

The reason why the Dead Swamp got its name is that there are countless horrific places in the swamp where people are killed invisibly!

However, these young people of the righteous path are obviously not comparable to ordinary people.

The Qingyun Sect's group traveled in the Dead Marsh for several days, and met disciples sent by Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley. The three parties gathered together and found that they all had acquaintances there.

Tianyin Temple is still headed by Fashang and Fashan, while Fenxiang Valley's disciples also include Li Xun and Yan Hong, but after meeting each other, their relationship is somewhat different.

The Qingyun Sect disciples led by Ling Yi got along harmoniously with the people from Tianyin Temple, talking and laughing.

However, the Fenxiang Valley group had some subtle barriers with these two major sects, and seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance.

The situation was subtle, and everyone understood it in their hearts, but on the surface, they remained polite. The three major righteous sects still worked together to fight for justice and morality in the world, to slay demons and eliminate the evil cult!

That night they slept near the bottomless pit.

After lighting the bonfire and repeatedly reminding his fellow disciples not to move around at will, Ling Yi invited the Dharma image of Tianyin Temple and Li Xun of Fenxiang Valley to one side and discussed things in a low voice.

At this moment, Li Xun frowned slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, but he still maintained a kind look on his face, and whispered: "Brother Ling, are you worrying too much?"

Ling Yi smiled slightly, not caring at all, and said, "Brother Li, please tell me what you think! I am all ears."

Seeing that Ling Yi and Fashang were looking at him, Li Xun paused for a moment and then said, "I thought that since our three sects entered the marsh, we have been unstoppable and the disciples sent by Changsheng Hall have been defeated by us again and again. Moreover, since the battle of Qingyun Mountain that year, many Changsheng Hall masters have died or been injured. Except for Yu Yangzi who is still struggling to hold on, the rest are not worth worrying about. But Senior Brother Ling said that tonight is full of dangers. Isn't that too much?"

Ling Yi said: "What Senior Brother Li said does make sense. But in the Demon Cult's Changsheng Hall, the sect leader Yu Yangzi is extremely accomplished. We should not underestimate him alone. In addition, Changsheng Hall has been one of the four major factions of the Demon Cult for eight hundred years. As the saying goes, a centipede will not die even if it is cut into pieces. They are determined to get the rare treasure of the Death Marsh, so they will inevitably do something desperate. We'd better be careful!"

The Dharma Image nodded and said, "Senior Brother Ling is right. We should be careful."

Seeing that the two of them were talking like this, Li Xun didn't know what to say, but he was arrogant, and his eyes still showed some of his arrogance. He said calmly: "Then according to what you two brothers said, what should we do tonight?"

The Dharma Image looked at his expression, was startled for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Ling, but saw that Ling Yixing was fine, as if he hadn't seen anything, and still smiled and said: "Senior Brother Li is indeed wise. With your great talent, he will accomplish great things one day, and Senior Brother Li will be credited with the first merit."

Li Xun smiled slightly, but he wasn't even thankful.

Fashang looked at Ling Yi's expressionless face and said nothing more.

Then the arrangement began.

The night seemed to have darkened a little more.

The night in the Death Swamp seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. Perhaps it was because every night, fog would rise in this huge swamp.

The night sky was covered in gray. Not only was there no moon, but not even a single star could be seen.

Near the bottomless pit, where the young disciples of the righteous path camped at night, everything was quiet, without a single sound, except for a few remaining ashes of the struggling campfire.

Gazing vaguely in the darkness, those righteous disciples were huddled in their clothes and quilts, covering their bodies tightly. After all, young people were not well-trained and could not withstand the bone-chilling night cold in the Death Swamp.

The disciples of Changsheng Hall silently surrounded the group of people from all directions, and waited quietly for Yu Yangzi's orders in the darkness.

Yu Yangzi slowly stretched out his only right hand.

Meng Ji, who was standing beside him, suddenly whispered, "Master."

Yu Yangzi paused for a moment, feeling slightly dissatisfied, but Meng Ji held a high position in his heart after all, so he patiently asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Ji seemed to sense Yu Yangzi's dissatisfaction. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Master, look at these righteous people. How come there is not even one person on night watch?"

Yu Yangzi was stunned for a moment, then said: "These yellow-haired boys are arrogant. I have been underestimating the enemy these days. They have long thought that we are vulnerable and do not take us seriously. It is not surprising that they did not keep watch!"

Meng Ji's expression changed, but he finally fell silent.

Yu Yangzi ignored him and flipped his right hand. A strange mirror with black and white sides appeared in his hand. It then flew into the air, emitting a dazzling light in the night.

All the disciples of Changshengtang shouted at the same time, and the voices spread far away in the night. They swarmed forward with boundless murderous intent!

There was a hint of sadness in that fragile afterglow.

The last bit of ash quietly extinguished at this moment!

Darkness floods in!

After a moment, there was suddenly a clear and sharp sound, the sonorous roar of a dragon.

A green light, a blue light, a golden light, a white light, and a green light.

Five brilliant and dazzling lights suddenly appeared in the darkness of the night, like sharp swords piercing the sky, in the deepest darkness and rushed towards the disciples of Changshengtang.

And behind them, more dazzling lights appeared one after another.

Yu Yangzi saw this and his face changed drastically!

Chapter 124: Killing All Around

The incident happened suddenly, and there was an abrupt change in the darkness. The disciples of Changshengtang were startled for a moment and did not react immediately.

In this split second, the righteous people who had been prepared appeared one after another, each controlling their magic weapon and charging forward.

Killing the unintentional with intention is naturally a great advantage. Moreover, all the righteous disciples here are outstanding successors of major sects. Their cultivation may not be as good as that of Yu Yangzi, but they are far better than ordinary people.

In this moment, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The righteous and evil forces have always been hostile to each other, and they would definitely show no mercy when they attacked. All you could see were lights of various colors flashing in the night, screams and cries, and a bloody smell suddenly rose up, floating in this swamp.

At the forefront of all the colored lights, there was a dazzling cold green light shining. It was the Dragon-Slaying Sword of Lin Jingyu, a disciple of Qingyun Sect's Longshou Peak.

This young man, who had never shown his talent before, suddenly became so dazzling at this moment. The Dragon-Slaying Sword made a sharp sound, and a emerald green light shot up into the sky, enveloping its owner, and he rushed into the crowd of Changsheng Hall without any hesitation.

It was the brightest light in the night. His eyes were cold, but there seemed to be fanaticism in the depths of his pupils, as if he was longing for the blood that would burst out under the cold light ahead.

The first few members of the Changshengtang sect turned into a rain of blood after the green light passed by.

Everyone was in an uproar and surrounded him, but Lin Jingyu seemed to ignore the enemies attacking him from behind. He just looked forward and rushed to where there were the most people. He charged in all directions and was unstoppable. Blood and flesh flew everywhere he passed.

After a while, other righteous disciples also followed, each taking out their magic weapons and fighting with the Changshengtang disciples.

Ling Yi warned, "Junior Brother Lin, be careful..."

However, Lin Jingyu seemed to be completely oblivious to other people's reminders. At this moment, he was completely different from the young man who had studied martial arts at Longshou Peak. He held the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand and his body was shining like a demon-slaying light!

There were no telling how many disciples of Changshengtang surrounded him, but he never even looked back.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword flashed and waved in the night, and countless blood rose and fell in front of him, soaking his clothes.

Later, countless disciples of Changshengtang chased after him, but in front of him, almost no one dared to resist. Everyone fled in panic, not daring to face this devil-like man.

Until, a sharp "woooo" sound came from the depths of the darkness, a white light flashed, and a round object fell from the sky, spinning rapidly, and hit Lin Jingyu on the head.

Lin Jingyu shouted loudly, and the Dragon Slaying Sword that was flying around to kill the enemy instantly flew back. He grabbed it and stabbed it straight into the sky. In an instant, a bright green light appeared and he soared into the sky. Unexpectedly, the round thing in the air was even more powerful. Black light and white light appeared alternately, and it actually pressed down in the midst of a green light.

Lin Jingyu's face changed for the first time, knowing that a master had finally appeared in Changsheng Hall. Although the unknown magic weapon in the air looked inconspicuous, it ignored the sharp sword light of the Dragon Slaying Sword and pressed down swiftly with heavy pressure.

Lin Jingyu's face instantly cleared up as the pressure from the disc came. He let out a loud roar and flew backwards. Just a moment later, the disc came crashing down, creating a giant hole of ten feet in radius where he had been standing. The force was so fierce that it was obvious that this man was extremely angry.

Lin Jingyu leaped out backwards, and the people from Qingyun Sect behind him saw him and came up to help him.

But he just rushed into the crowd of Changshengtang recklessly, surrounded by enemies. Before he could land and stand firmly, he felt severe pain in his body. In a moment, three or four sharp blades had stabbed into his body.

A fountain of blood gushed out, bright as a flower, staining his clothes red.

The corners of Lin Jingyu's eyes twitched, but he did not flinch or show the slightest sign of fear. The light of the Dragon Slaying Sword became even more dazzling as his own blood spurted out. He swirled around his body and suddenly screams were heard. Three or four disciples of the Changsheng Hall staggered back, their arms broken and blood vomited, and it was obvious that they were dead.

Everyone looked at this young man so bravely and looked at him with awe.

After a while, all the righteous people came to attack, and the people of Changshengtang did not dare to fight and retreated.

At the place where Lin Jingyu was repelled just now, Yu Yangzi slowly appeared with a ferocious look on his face. Where was his usual godly demeanor?

At this time, the fierce fighting in the field gradually stopped. The disciples of Changshengtang gradually gathered behind Yu Yangzi. The young disciples of the righteous path also stood together. Ling Yi, Fashang, Li Xun and others stood at the front. Xiaozhufeng Wenmin came over and helped Lin Jingyu bandage the wound to stop the bleeding, and whispered:

"Young man, why don't you take your life seriously?"

Lin Jingyu and Wen Min had only met a few times on Tongtian Peak, and he was stunned to be taken care of by her suddenly at this moment.

During the past ten years, he had been learning martial arts from the mysterious old man in the ancestral temple of Qingyun Sect's Tongtian Peak. With his own aptitude and perseverance, he had finally achieved great success. When he took action today, he really shocked the whole audience and everyone looked at him with new eyes.

But after this strange senior sister asked the question, Lin Jingyu didn't know how to answer for a moment and was speechless.

Wen Min has always been kindhearted. Seeing that half of Lin Jingyu's body was bleeding, she took advantage of the rare opportunity to bandage his wound. However, the situation was urgent, so she bandaged it casually and whispered, "There will be a fierce battle later, so be careful."

Lin Jingyu felt warm in his heart, nodded, and whispered: "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Wen Min smiled, walked aside and stood next to Lu Xueqi. Lu Xueqi turned to look at Lin Jingyu with no expression on her face.

In the Changsheng Hall in front, Yu Yangzi's face was grim. His only remaining right hand was tightly grasping the magic weapon "Yin Yang Mirror", and veins on his hand were bulging.

This time, he had attacked the righteous sect unexpectedly, but was tricked by these righteous sect juniors. He took a quick look and saw that Changshengtang had lost one third of its men in just a short while, while the righteous sect disciples suffered almost no damage. Lin Jingyu was slashed several times and seemed to be the one who was most seriously injured.

At this moment, Li Xun looked at the members of the Longevity Hall of the Demon Cult in front of him, his eyes shining, and suddenly whispered: "Senior Brother Ling is indeed very smart, I admire him!"

Ling Yi smiled slightly, quite politely, and said:

"It's just a coincidence."

Li Xun obviously no longer dared to underestimate Ling Yi at this moment.

The Dharmakāya's gaze paused for a moment on the injured Lin Jingyu, as if he wanted to go over and offer condolences, but he finally held back.

Ever since Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple reunited, both sides have been getting along pretty well. However, Lin Jingyu is the only one in Qingyun Sect who is always extremely cold towards the monks of Tianyin Temple.

But no one wanted to bring up the scars of the past, so all along, the monks of Tianyin Temple had been avoiding Lin Jingyu, intentionally or unintentionally.

But seeing Lin Jingyu injured, Fashang was still somewhat concerned. He turned to Ling Yi and whispered, "Senior Brother Ling, is your junior brother Lin Jingyu's injury not serious?"

Ling Yi had already seen Wen Min bandaging Lin Jingyu's wound. He glanced at Wen Min, who understood and shook her head slightly. Ling Yi was relieved and said to Fa Xiang, "Junior Brother Lin is fine. Senior Brother Fa Xiang, don't worry."

The Dharma image bowed its head, clasped its hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name softly.

Ling Yi took a deep breath, looked forward, and said loudly: "Senior Yuyangzi, you are a senior master after all, and Changshengtang is one of the four major factions of the Demon Cult. Why do you use such despicable means? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world?"

Yu Yangzi was furious and said, "You so-called famous and upright people also ambushed us, and yet you are still bragging here?"

Ling Yi's expression remained unchanged as he said righteously, "We, the younger generation, are out and about, so we naturally have to be careful to guard against evil people who might harm us secretly. Unexpectedly, what we waited for was... Hehe, hehe!"

Ling Yi is much younger than Yu Yangzi, but he has a sharp tongue. Just a few words from him made Yu Yangzi so angry that he roared and rushed forward first. When the people from the Changsheng Hall behind him saw their leader taking action, they also followed suit.

Ling Yi and a few other people with outstanding skills stopped Yu Yangzi, and the others started fighting again.

Originally, with Yu Yangzi's cultivation spirit, he would not be easily provoked by Ling Yi. However, seeing that the little strength left in Changsheng Hall was wasted, he was extremely sad and angry.

But Ling Yi cursed without using any dirty words, and every word was sarcastic. Even though Meng Ji next to him was still a little sober and was about to dissuade him, Yu Yangzi had already rushed out.

Yu Yangzi had been able to sit on the position of the leader of Changsheng Hall for a hundred years, so he must have real talent. Even though he lost his left arm in the battle of Qingyun ten years ago and his cultivation was greatly damaged, Ling Yi alone is definitely not his opponent.

Of course, this is just what he thought.

Ling Yi never showed his true strength from beginning to end, he just sat back and waited for the opportunity to catch fish.

And this kind of one-on-one fight will naturally not happen.

Before Ling Yi could make a move, Fashang and Li Xun, two of the most outstanding young generation of the righteous path today, intercepted Yu Yangzi and started fighting with him.

Yu Yangzi exerted his extraordinary power and, with one hand and one arm, fought against three people alone.

The magic weapon Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand was mysterious and unpredictable, sometimes black and sometimes white, with bursts of mysterious light. The magic light from Li Xun's weapon was either blocked by the mirror or pulled aside by Yu Yangzi, and could not get close at all.

What's more, when the white side of the Yin-Yang Mirror is turned over, it will actually bounce back his magic weapon and attack its owner.

At first, he had never expected that this magic weapon would have such miraculous functions, and he almost suffered a great loss. Li Xun's left arm was even touched by his own magic weapon "Nine Yang Ruler", and he almost became a one-armed man like Yu Yangzi in front of him.

This time, neither of them dared to be careless and responded carefully.

Yu Yangzi was fighting one against two and yet he still had the upper hand. His skills were truly amazing.

Although Yu Yangzi himself was very powerful, the skills of his disciples were far inferior to his. Facing a group of righteous disciples whose talents and magical weapons were all outstanding, although they had a large number of people, they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Chapter 2: Killing All Around

Except for the monks of Tianyin Temple who were relatively lenient, the Qingyun Sect and the Demon Sect had a deep hatred, and the disciples of the sect were all ruthless, and the Fenxiang Valley was not inferior to the Qingyun Sect.

Yu Yangzi was entangled by the two men. Although he had the upper hand, he could not escape for a while. Looking around during the fierce fight, he saw that except for a few people like Meng Ji who were struggling to hold on, the other ordinary members of the sect had gradually lost their fighting spirit, and more than half of them were killed or injured.

Meng Ji forced a disciple of Fenxiang Valley to retreat with one move. With an anxious look on his face, he shouted to Yu Yangzi, "Master!"

Yu Yangzi gnashed his teeth, extremely angry, but finally realized that the situation was hopeless. If he continued to fight, the last bit of Changshengtang's foundation would be wasted here. He could only shout: "Everyone retreat first, I will cover your retreat!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of Changsheng Hall fled into the darkness behind them.