Chapter 15
Chapter 15 The Number One Person in the World
The air above the imperial city was sucked out, as if the sun was blazing, the air was burning and twisting, and the riverbeds for thousands of miles were dry and cracked.
A huge hole appeared on the national defense formation, as if it was burned by a torch. Light from the sky shone in, and a blood-red figure as big as a bullet passed through like a needle.
There was no overwhelming demonic aura, instead there was just a slight strange sense of oppression in everyone's heart.
But the more this happens, the more we cannot take it lightly.
The blood-red figure rushed straight towards the second city gate.
The golden ghost holding the Thunder Drum flipped his hand and hammered the Thunderbolt. Suddenly, thunder roared and struck from the sky. The punishment from heaven rolled along with the thunder.
But before the thunder sounded and fell, the golden-glowing Sky Thunder Drum suddenly shattered, and the golden-bodied ghost general also broke into pieces.
The blood-red figure rushed towards the third city gate, and the third golden ghost general was instantly smashed into pieces, unable to even make a scream.
But that figure did not encounter any obstacles, and he was unstoppable all the way.
After breaking through six city gates in a row, the seventh city gate burst open with a bang, and no one dared to stop it.
The eighth, ninth, and even the thirteenth city gates opened one after another, and the golden ghost generals all retreated and gave way, as if the newcomer was the biggest ghost in the world!
Like an autumn wind blowing, it passed through the thirteen gates of Chengjun, and all who tried to stop it died.
The blood-red figure then stood in the air, and came in front of everyone, shining brightly.
It's obviously a demon, so why can it have such a bright and majestic appearance?
When everything is quiet, people look up from the dust and sand, as if looking at the sun hanging high in the sky.
The golden light from the sky falls like flowing gold, gorgeous like fireworks falling from a string.
A long rainbow the color of sunset crashed into the field.
The sound of fluttering clothes is like the chirping of autumn cicadas.
Everyone held their breath and watched the red dress falling into the field.
Chu Jiangming quickly jumped down from the Jietian Tower and knelt down on the trial platform. He did not dare to stand at a higher position than the Demon Lord.
Everyone, including Lin Xuanyan, stared at the newcomer with wide eyes.
Looking at that blood-red dress.
The legendary monster that dominates the northern demon realm, said to have three heads and six arms with a ferocious face, is actually a woman!
She stood calmly in the middle of the field, wearing a red dress with a dark red sash around her waist and a slit red long skirt. The front fell to cover the middle of her calves, and the back fell to her ankles, revealing her jade-white slender thighs.
Her features are extremely beautiful, but everyone's first reaction is not beauty, but domineering.
Like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Her long black hair flowed like silk, and a simple rectangular ebony hairpin was inserted horizontally into her simple bun. Two thin red ribbons were hung around the hairpin and fell to her waist.
Many people in the audience were even fascinated by her for a moment. If there really was such a beauty in the world, it would probably be like this, right?
She was calm and composed, standing with her hands behind her back.
His eyes did not even fall on anyone present.
She calmly looked at the majestic Qianming Palace in the distance, her skirt fluttering, as if the majestic and majestic imperial city was just the dullest silhouette in her eyes.
She raised her head slightly and looked towards a place in Taichung, her eyes passing by casually.
Lin Xuanyan's whole body twitched, and at that moment he clearly felt that the pair of clear eyes saw him.
Pei Yuhan stood beside him, holding a sword. The sword was the Snow Fang Sword that Zhao Nian carried.
The sword was originally a demon sword, and now it was wailing even more.
After the sect leaders recovered from their shock, they all displayed their magic weapons, and for a while, the sound of weapons clanging could be heard.
The demon lord looked around the scene slowly, his eyes seemed to be unfocused but were extremely clear, and his beautiful face did not even show the slightest trace of time.
The first person to speak was the old man named Yao: "Master Yaozun, long time no see."
The Demon Lord ignored him. She looked at everyone and suddenly smiled: "I heard that humans have always looked down on the demon realm and considered it barbaric. Today I have come here. Do you want to learn from it?"
Her voice was as cool as water, flowing slowly through the hearts of everyone present. In that voice, it seemed as if the loudest noise in the world would become soothing and quiet.
The first person to react was Xiao Sixian from the Xuanmen Sect. Half of his body was green and the other half was purple, with lightning and thunder dancing on his body. It was more than twice as fierce as the pure and simple power that Xiao Wang used that day.
In his eyes, the strongest monsters can only reach the state of transformation and cannot reach the true great way, so what is there to be afraid of?
He said in a deep voice: "I have a punch to ask you, you witch."
Purple lightning and blue frost were like heavy rain, pouring down on one's head, the force of the sound was so strong that it was shocking.
The purple air was approaching in an instant, and the demon king did not retreat but advanced, his red clothes were illuminated by the purple lightning and blue frost, and glowed with green light.
The demon lord said calmly: "The blue-purple air, blue is frost, purple is lightning. It is based on cold and fierceness, and draws on the weather to condense into the fist. The momentum is not bad. However, it is too imitating the celestial phenomena, and it is too focused on the meaning and not the form. It is just strong on the outside but hollow on the inside."
The crimson sleeves of the robe passed by like a rainbow whip, and the demon king threw a fist, which came out from his sleeves, plain and simple, and went straight to the middle gate.
Xiao Sixian's expression suddenly changed. He whistled fiercely, one hand was frosty, and the other fist was purple lightning, and he punched down into the air like beating a drum.
Like the god of thunder, he controls the clouds and brings rain.
"It just changes shape but does not change." The demon lord smiled calmly.
He threw three punches with his left hand, one to shatter the green qi, one to shatter the purple qi, and one to go straight to his heart.
Xiao Sixian's face turned pale with horror, and he quickly fled backwards.
Others naturally reacted as well.
Wei Feng, the head of Tianji Pavilion, clapped his hands in the air, and two black and white strings flew down from the sky. At the same time, distinct black lines appeared under the feet of the demon lord.
That was the work of Zongheng Zong.
"Yin Yang Strings, Heavenly Net Chessboard." The demon lord said calmly, "They should belong to the same sect, but there are slight differences in the way they cast spells and regulate their qi. Neither of them has escaped the limitations of the two poles of Yin and Yang."
The demon lord stamped his feet lightly, and two identical black and white strings spread out horizontally and vertically, but the colors were exactly opposite to the original ones.
At this moment, Wei Feng of Tianji Pavilion had already clapped his hands in the air. In his palms, there seemed to be a compass made of yin and yang fish twisting and twirling. He shouted, "Devil, die!"
The demon lord was neither hurried nor slow, and also responded with a palm strike.
The two palms were placed together, silently.
A moment later, Wei Feng stumbled out, spitting blood.
A single palm strike severely injured the head of Tianji Pavilion. What kind of horrifying demonic power is this?
"Not enough femininity, but too much strength. You must know that when you are playing the strings, you should combine hardness and softness, and your heart should be as calm as still water." The Demon Lord finished his words coldly, and never looked at him again.
How could the masters watch a demon woman shouting in front of them?
As one of the two major sects in the world, Yin Yang Pavilion naturally cannot retreat at this moment. When the first golden ghost statue was shattered, Ji Yitian knew that he was no match for the newcomer.
But he still wanted to make a move. He put his two fingers together, with his middle finger covering his index finger, as if he was making a move.
In the instant of his life, countless black and white gas masses were scattered all over the place, floating silently like black and white pieces.
The demon lord glanced at him calmly and made a completely opposite move.
She placed her index finger on top of her middle finger and silently recited the seal in her mind.
In the same instant, black and white are reversed.
The demon king took a step forward calmly.
She shortened the distance to an inch and came to Ji Yitian in one step.
A punch was thrown straight out, as fast as lightning.
The punch was undetectable, and everyone only heard sixteen explosions.
The Red-robed Demon King threw out sixteen punches in a flash.
The black and white pieces in front of Ji Yitian instantly shattered, and even though he had a secret armor to protect him, he still flew backwards for dozens of feet before he stopped with the help of his disciples.
She took another step forward, and although it was clearly a step forward, her figure moved behind her.
The famous Snow Tide Blade Master Yang Jun already held the hilt with one hand.
The demon lord let out a low cry.
The shout was like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, the blade trembled, and a muffled thunder exploded inside the scabbard.
Yang Jun's action of drawing the sword came to an abrupt halt. His hands were shaking and his expression was extremely shocked. The long sword in the sheath was shattered into more than a hundred pieces of broken steel before it could be unsheathed!
The demon king walked in front of the crowd, his feet following a mysterious rhythm, as if he was strolling in a garden.
Many fierce skills brushed past her body, and her figure shuttled back and forth like an antelope hanging on a horn, ethereal and mysterious, leaving no trace.
As the figure moved with ease, a fist suddenly fell from the sky. The person who came was covered in golden light, and his skin was covered with obscure talismans.
Those golden words were like ribbons wrapped around his body, carrying him down suddenly, as heavy as a thousand pounds.
The figure of the demon lord paused in the air.
Her eyebrows dropped, but her fists and arms suddenly rose up straight.
The two fists collided, not a millimeter off.
The figure of the demon king that was suspended in the air was violently knocked to the ground, and her red skirt rolled like waves, dissipating the remaining force of the punch.
The puncher was also knocked away, with golden words spinning around him. He rolled over several times to dissipate the force.
That person was Yang Hanfeng, the leader of Tianlan Fist Sect, one of the six major sects.
He exhaled a breath of foul air, holding his injured and drooping right arm, with admiration in his eyes: "As expected of you, you are the Demon Lord of the Northern Territory. You are the only one who dared to take my punches in these years."
The demon lord said casually: "One punch has four powers, and the power pushes each other to push the boxing spirit to the peak. You can be called a master. Compared with the Xuanmen boxing, you know the principle of returning to the original simplicity."
Hearing this, Yang Hanfeng was stunned, and at that moment he even had the urge to cry.
In recent years, when it comes to boxing, the Tianlan Sect has always been surpassed by the Xuan Sect. Everyone thinks that the Xuan Sect's martial arts skills are more advanced.
He always blamed himself, thinking that he had failed his ancestors because of his poor skills.
But he had no way to explain it, because he put strength first, and his inability to defeat Xiao Sixian meant that Tianlan's boxing was always inferior to Xuanmen Qingziqi.
Now, can this devil's words be regarded as a vindication for him?
If she wasn't the Northern Territory Demon Lord, he would have made her his lifelong confidant.
While Yang Hanshan was feeling sad, the Demon Lord had already taken more than ten steps and broken the four sects' Taoist magic.
There was not a speck of dust on her blood-red dress, and her figure was like a butterfly blown by the spring breeze, flying through the flowers and willows, but with a terrifying power that made people shudder.
In this contradiction between lightness and heaviness, she seems to be standing at the most balanced point.
Another hidden arrow came.
Tianyunshan also took action. Tianyunshan was famous for his strange body movements and was good at assassination.
It is said that the Tianyunshan era was not hereditary, and each generation of clan leaders changed their surnames but not their names.
The leader of this generation is Li Tianyun.
His strange and mysterious Taoist skills are elusive and have reached the highest level.
The demon lord ignored him and punched out.
That punch missed.
Her fist smashed a shadow that was flying towards her.
The demon lord uttered a soft "hmm" and then smiled calmly.
Li Tianyun's figure instantly manifested into two hundred and sixty shadows in the air.
He was extremely confident, but even though the demon master had great powers, he was unable to identify his true identity in such a short time.
Two hundred and sixty figures surrounded the place like an iron barrel with three layers inside and outside, and all the figures shouted together, and punched out with great momentum.
The corner of the demon's mouth slightly raised, and she said coldly: "If you want to practice the art, you must first correct your heart. How can you enter the great way by following the unorthodox ways?"
There were countless explosions in the air. At that moment, the Demon Lord threw 261 punches in a row.
She didn't even bother looking for you. I will smash as many figures as you have!
With a loud bang, Li Tianyun's figure vomited blood and flew out. At the same time, all the shadows disappeared into thin air. The disciples of Tianyun Mountain quickly flew over to support the figure of the sect leader.
Li Tianyun's pupils were red, and he looked shocked and unwilling.
A new moon blooms above the imperial city.
It was a sword light. The demon king raised his eyes, and his pupils were illuminated by the sword light.
A sword came from the sky. It was Pei Yuhan's sword, the sword of the Han Palace Sword Immortal of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
The demon lord rarely showed a hint of admiration.
She reached out to the sword light, like plucking stars with one hand.
She caught the sword light with her bare hands.
Pei Yuhan was unyielding, and the swords of heaven and earth fell like rain, and streams of mysterious cold air gushed out from the sword blades, cutting straight through.
The sword light was twisting and turning, but the sword intent hidden in it condensed into a line.
The lines fall like raindrops.
bite!
The red dress dances gracefully in the sky like a crane.
She put her hands together and clamped the sword.
The demon lord's body suddenly turned sharply, his red clothes fluttered, the wind blew loudly, and Pei Yuhan's body also turned with it.
All the changes happened in a flash, and there was another ding sound.
Two figures, one red and one white, staggered in front of each other.
Pei Yuhan stood opposite, breathing heavily, looking unwilling and exhausted.
She no longer had a sword in her hand.
She was unexpectedly caught by someone with her bare hands.
The Demon Lord glanced at the sword tip from a low angle and then threw it to Pei Yuhan. He sighed softly and said, "The sword has gained its true meaning. You are worthy of being the disciple of the Sword Saint Ye Linyuan from five hundred years ago. But the sword's heart is covered in dust and there is no hope for the great path."
Pei Yuhan was shocked physically and mentally.
She took the sword and remained silent.
She naturally knew what Jian Xin Meng Chen meant.
Finally, she bowed deeply to the Demon Lord, put away her sword and stepped back. This was her respect.
Yu Xiaotang quickly ran to Pei Yuhan and comforted her softly, "Master, don't be sad. This is amazing. It's not shameful at all."
The demon lord's eyes gently passed over Yu Xiaotang and paused for a moment. His eyes were dim.
She came all the way here, breaking through sixteen unique skills along the way.
She walked leisurely to the center of the field, looked at the depressed heads of the various sects, and smiled slightly.
In front of the Qianming Palace, all the people were dressed in yellow and purple.
Zhao Duanshan stood before the royal nobles, like a mountain between the imperial palace and the demon lord.
The demon lord's gaze slowly fell on him, like a feather that was neither light nor heavy.
"Let me learn from your skill!" Zhao Duanshan took a deep breath, like a dragon drawing water, and suddenly there was a strong wind around him, as if there was a whirlpool surging in his mouth and nose, and all the spiritual energy was sucked into his lungs.
Zhao Duanshan had not made a move just now, waiting for the Demon Lord to be weakened by the sixteen sect leaders.
He believed that although the demon lord looked calm and composed, it must have been extremely difficult for her to break their moves in such a direct way, and she was definitely not as easy as she seemed.
He thought that he had no chance of winning, but he also didn't think he would lose badly.
Zhao Duanshan took a deep breath, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of gold.
The demon lord looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a move.
Zhao Duanshan began to run wildly, first with tiny steps, then with bigger and bigger steps, and then with big and wide steps, with a magnificent momentum, as if he could carry Mount Tai to cross the North Sea!
A punch to the head. Pure enough, clean enough.
The demon lord's expression changed. A fist appeared in front of Zhao Duanshan's forehead.
The punch seemed to appear out of nowhere, without any sign, and no one saw her throw the punch.
That punch seemed to have been there from the beginning.
Zhao Duanshan ran into him head on.
He turned his neck desperately to avoid it.
But this punch was too fast.
A fist hit his forehead.
Before Zhao Duanshan's powerful fist could land, he flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, his head bleeding and unconscious.
The Demon Lord did not even glance at this rare master of the royal family.
He looked at the crowd and said indifferently.
"I am Shao Shenyun. Is there anyone who wants to learn from me? If no one is willing to learn from me, I will handle the private affairs of my clan."
As soon as the words fell, the burly old man named Yao on the high platform suddenly felt as if a heavy object was pressing down on his bones, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to breathe.
It was an ancient pressure that came from the oldest and deepest bloodline.
"Master Demon came to my Chengjun City alone, and he is indeed extraordinary and impressive. But if Master Demon really thinks that my Chengjun City only has these means, then he is underestimating the thousand-year heritage of my imperial city." The current emperor Xuanyuan Yi smiled and remained calm in the face of danger.
The ministers around him also breathed a sigh of relief. This is how the emperor should behave.
No matter who you are in front of, you can still remain calm.
The demon lord who called herself Shao Shenyun was dressed in red like jade. She stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the current emperor of the human race, and said leisurely: "If your royal family has any other means, feel free to use them."
Shao Shenyun, who was in a carefree mood, suddenly frowned.
A beam of light flew out from the imperial city.
Shao Shenyun moved his body quickly, his shadow changing irregularly in the air. The light was like a dragon swimming in the sky, drawing one gorgeous snow-white arc after another.
It spun rapidly around her body.
bite!
Shao Shenyun suddenly stopped in her tracks. At that moment, her eyes and eyebrows were bright, and she pointed forward.
The unstoppable white light was held forward by two fingers.
A drop of blood dripped from between Shao Shenyun's two fingers.
She had just passed through thirteen gates of Chengjun and destroyed sixteen sects without getting a single drop of dust on her.
My finger was slightly pricked.
Everyone looked horrified, not because of Shao Shenyun.
But that was, that white light turned out to be a sword.
The sword was made of old, rough steel, and was rotten and unfinished. It had no patterns or carvings, but it was full of ancient charm.
Why are there still sword cultivators in the dynasty?
Xuanyuan Yi bowed to the imperial city and said respectfully: "Sir."
He is not the Emperor's husband.
But everyone calls him sir.
He was an old man, with white hair, thin body, but clear eyes.
A hundred years ago, he returned the "Xuan" character in his name to the dynasty, lived in seclusion in Laojing City, and changed many identities.
He loves to laugh.
He smiled at beggars, officials, and neighbors.
Even though the person who came was a demon king, he still had a smile on his face.
Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt sad, he also recognized this person.
The young man who had pestered him to learn swordsmanship has now become a white-haired old man.
But he was also puzzled. In his opinion, the old man must have entered the realm of sainthood. How could such deep marks be left on his face in just a few hundred years?
The old man, whose original surname was Xuanyuan but now surnamed Yuan, smiled at Xuanyuan Yi and said sincerely: "May our Xuanyuan country have a long and prosperous life."
Xuanyuan Yi bowed deeply and said, "I will definitely live up to your trust, sir."
The young monks did not know his identity.
Many officials in the court who knew the secret did not dare to speak out.
His story is very long, like a legend.
But in the end, it all became the smile of an old man who forgot all the vicissitudes of life.
He is also a swordsman.
But no one dared to say a word.
Shao Shenyun looked at him deeply and said calmly, "Old sir, please draw your sword."
Old man Yuan's sleeves fluttered, his brows and eyes were full of vicissitudes. He smiled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles.
"The sword is named Wuyue. It doesn't require speed, but requires power." Old man Yuan directed the dance, and the sword moved with his fingers, emitting sword energy.
Although he said so, the sword came out extremely fast, like a thin line.
But in the eyes of the old man and the demon lord, this is indeed not considered as asking for speed.
Shao Shenyun was stunned for a moment, then she suddenly smiled and asked, "Mr. Yuan had a rough life. The Xuanyuan family treated you like this, but you still stood up for them in the end. I admire you."
Old man Yuan laughed loudly: "Isn't the Demon Lord the same?"
Shao Shenyun's expression changed, and she gradually calmed down, like a still well. The wind lifted the hem of her skirt and clothes, and the red silk under her hair fluttered, full of murderous intent.
"Does Mr. Yuan have any last wishes?"
The old man did not answer. He just said in a loud voice: "Meteors fly like jade bullets, and precious swords fall like green frost."
Thinking of this, he was full of vigor and vitality. The ancient sword was stained with frost, but his eyebrows and eyes were still young.
The ancient sword came through the air, standing upright in front of the chest, shining brightly.
Old Man Yuan said loudly: "Let me experience what it's like to be a saint of the demon race."
It was not until this moment that everyone dared to confirm that the Demon Lord had indeed entered a realm that the demon race had never been able to reach.
How strong would the demon race master who truly took that step be?
The sky and the earth were connected, a huge crack appeared in the national defense formation, and the sky light poured in like a tide.
Two figures flew away one after the other.
Disappeared in the sky above the imperial city.
Everyone looked up, feeling regretful yet happy.
It is a pity that I cannot witness this amazing battle.
But if the decisive battle takes place in the Imperial City.
I'm afraid even if the entire imperial city is reduced to ruins it won't be enough.
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In the ancient city at the end of the underworld, dusk shrouds the city all year round. The ruins are covered with dust.
The handsome middle-aged man squatted on the top of the city wall and looked into the distance.
There are mountains beyond mountains, and birds are solitary.
A young and beautiful woman sat on the top of the city wall, with her legs swinging down and swaying slightly.
She leaned on the man's shoulder, looking depressed.
The girl who should have been young and beautiful is now married.
Suddenly, she sat up straight, her eyes wide open, clutching her chest, looking painful.
The man was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The beautiful woman slapped away the hand that was trying to comfort her chest and said unhappily: "Stop it. I just..."
"What's wrong?"
"My heart skipped a beat just now. It was like... like I lost something important." The beautiful woman was worried.
The man joked, "It's okay. Look, An'er and I are here."
The beautiful woman kept frowning. The wind was bleak and she felt empty inside.
"My grandpa...is he okay?"
The man said flatly: "Impossible. The old man is so good at fighting and still strong. He can probably live another 100 years."
The woman was becoming more and more uneasy. She looked at the man and said seriously, "I must go back to Laojing City this year. No matter what."
The man wanted to persuade her with kind words and coax her, but seeing her extremely serious face, he hesitated.
Finally, he nodded emphatically: "Okay. It's no use hiding it all the time. It's time to let An'er see the outside world."
The woman kept pulling at the corner of her clothes.
She suddenly remembered the days when she was a girl helping her grandfather sell wine in Laojing City. They depended on each other for survival, but it was a beautiful time.
The wind blows the shadows of the trees, the skirts flutter, and the ancient city is dead silent.
Soon, her eyes were filled with tears.
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Snow suddenly fell on the imperial city
The clouds were like a tomb, flakes off, they passed through the restrictions above the imperial city as if it were nothing.
Snowflakes fell on the earth, wetting the eyes, the corners of clothes, and gradually turned into cold water.
Looking up, the falling snow and thick clouds blocked all vision.
Some of the falling clouds, some snow, some cool ice flakes, and some are just vague shadows.
The entire national defense formation has dissipated in the snow and water.
Since ancient times, snow is the best omen for a good harvest, but the emperor, as the ruler of a country, suddenly closed his eyes.
I don't know how long it took. A line of clouds appeared above the sky again.
A red dress floats down slowly.
Her face was pale and bloodless, her red skirt looked even redder, and her beautiful fingers were oozing with blood.
Upon seeing this, Chu Jiangming immediately knelt on the ground, looking extremely painful, as if his limbs were broken.
"I am incompetent and have put Lord Demon in danger. I deserve death."
Shao Shenyun waved her hands silently.
The figure of the old man named Yuan is no longer seen in the world.
It suddenly dawned on people that they didn't even know the full name of this legendary figure.
Shao Shenyun looked at the powerful king and said indifferently: "I have heard that there is another person in your imperial city."
Xuanyuan Yi looked calm.
No nods or shakes of head.
That's one of the royal family's greatest secrets.
Our ancestors told us not to ask that person to show up until the country is destroyed.
But he felt that if that person took action, the Demon Lord would almost certainly die in his current condition.
How great a temptation is this?
Just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly saw the woman from Lost Day City who had never expressed her opinion behind the Demon Lord. She shook her head calmly.
Xuanyuan Yi finally sighed: "Master Yaozun can be the best in the world."
The implication is that there is still heaven. The floating island is in heaven.
Shao Shenyun ignored the provocative meaning of the metaphor.
He chuckled and shook his head indifferently: "I came here today just to kill one person."
The old man named Yao on the high platform closed his eyes and spoke in a resolute tone.
"I have been protected by the imperial dynasty for ten years and have survived. I am already content. Since the Demon Lord insists on forcing me, I will tell you the scandal even if I have to fight to the death. With the strength of the Demon Lord now, I am afraid he can't stop me anymore."
Shao Shenyun looked at him quietly, expressionless.
The old man surnamed Yao was about to speak, but he found that he couldn't say anything. His mouth suddenly felt wet, sticky, and very warm.
That's your tongue.
Shao Shenyun stretched out two jade-like fingers and dropped them in front of her chest, "You now have two choices. One is to be my puppet. The other is to die."
The old man surnamed Yao laughed loudly, with blood all over the corners of his mouth.
Shao Shenyun looked a little regretful: "Cut off your tongue, it should be a done deal. I can let bygones be bygones. If you really want to die, then I can only grant your wish."
The old man surnamed Yao's clothes burst, and his flesh and bones suddenly dried up, like a dead old tree, presenting an extremely strange appearance. The roots of the trunk and branches were intertwined, twisted and growing, and expanding wildly. When the whole body was revealed, it was taller than the city gate!
He was originally the tree demon Bai Mu Sha, and now that he had revealed his true form, he was clearly ready for a do-or-die battle.
Shao Shenyun closed his eyes, his expression extremely cold.
"Then I will send the White Demon King off today."
Her figure disappeared instantly, like a shot of firecrackers, crashing straight into the twisted white tree.
The branches of the strange tree are like wildly dancing tentacles, and its trunk keeps expanding and shrinking, as if it contains a surging heart.
Even though Shao Shenyun was seriously injured, this battle was still a foregone conclusion.
The branches that were constantly attacking like octopus tentacles were cut off one by one, and even though the white wood demon was regenerating crazily, it was of no use.
Because her moves were too fast.
The last punch broke through the obstruction of thousands of branches and hit the trunk directly, like hitting rotten wood.
She turned away.
The white wood demon was like a deflated ball, withering and rotting in an instant, and finally turned into a pool of pus.
Xuanyuan Yi looked at the dead demon king with an indifferent expression.
"Now that Master Yaozun has killed the rebels, is there anything else?"
Shao Shenyun nodded and said, "I will take one more person with me."
Xuanyuan Yi frowned and asked, "Who?"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Xuanyan, who was watching the show on the stage, suddenly felt his body become heavy, as if someone grabbed his collar and pulled him down.
By the time Pei Yuhan reacted, it was too late.
Lin Xuanyan's figure flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
He struggled to stand up while panting, and in front of him was a pair of pure red cloth shoes.
Above the cloth shoes are the exquisite and graceful calves.
Just as he was looking up slowly, he was suddenly kicked.
"Get up. Follow me to the Northern Territory." Shao Shenyun said coldly.
Lin Xuanyan's eyes widened, thinking that he really didn't know this Northern Territory Demon Lord who had appeared out of nowhere.
Not to mention any festivals.
"I wonder how Mr. Lin offended Lord Yao Zun, causing him to break into the city to search for him?"
Lin Xuanyan was shocked. He stood up and looked at the person who asked the question.
The person was wearing a black dress and had delicate features.
It was Ji Chanxi, the champion of the Dao Test Conference.
Ji Chanxi glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and he quickly looked away, feeling a heavy shadow in his heart.
Shao Shenyun looked at the proud girl.
Suddenly, she smiled and nodded, "Not bad."
Lin Xuanyan was even more confused. What was good about it?
Could it be that I really had offended her before, and now she has recognized my true identity?
He said cautiously, "I wonder if there is any misunderstanding between me and Master Yaozun?"
The demon lord said coldly: "I didn't say you."
Lin Xuanyan was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized that the voice was referring to Ji Chanxi.
To receive such praise from the Demon Lord would be an extremely honorable thing for any ordinary person.
But Ji Chanxi frowned, obviously she was a little dissatisfied.
Ji Chanxi said coldly: "I hope that one day, I can fight with you."
"Yes." The demon lord nodded. "I hope you can become a saint soon."
Ji Chanxi looked at her straight in the face, still with a proud look on her face. No matter how strong she was, Ji Chanxi was still confident that she could defeat her one day.
All she needs is time to break through.
Shao Shenyun turned and looked at Nan Lingyin.
"Does Lost Day City have any experience?"
Nan Lingyin shook her head and said, "Shizhu City is a peaceful place in a remote corner, and we don't fight with the world. We don't want to be involved in the smoke of war."
Shao Shenyun hummed, glanced at Lu Jiajing, and praised him: "You are not bad. You have wasted your immortal cultivation, but you cut your own meridians and turned into Yin and Yang. Now you are not far from returning to the realm of transformation. The famous three-day service, everyone said that you are a slutty woman, not worthy of being the master of Qingmu Palace. In my opinion, that might be your opportunity to enter the realm of transformation again. No wonder you want to make that deal with Chu Jiangming."
All the calculations were exposed. Lu Jiajing looked extremely solemn.
Shao Shenyun suddenly sighed and smiled: "Your deal with Chu Jiangming is also a deal with the Northern Territory. No matter when you want to come to Tianling Pond in Jiewang Mountain, I will not stop you."
Lu Jiajing looked gloomy, and finally said softly: "Then Jiajing thanks the Demon Lord."
Finally, Shao Shenyun set his sights on Lin Xuanyan.
"You have two choices, come with me to the North Territory or die."
Lin Xuanyan asked: "What is the difference between the two?"
Shao Shenyun did not answer, but just glanced at him quietly.
Lin Xuanyan immediately said firmly: "I will go with you."
At this moment, a man in a white sword robe blocked Lin Xuanyan.
"Master..." Lin Xuanyan frowned.
Pei Yuhan looked at Shao Shenyun, holding his sword horizontally in front of him, and said firmly: "Lin Xuanyan is my disciple. Even if Yuhan breaks his sword here today, I can't let you take him away."
Lin Xuanyan said anxiously: "It's okay. My disciple is very lucky."
Pei Yuhan ignored him. She looked at Shao Shenyun meticulously, the tip of her sword trembling softly.
Shao Shenyun sighed and said, "You can't stop me."
On the high platform, the sixteen sects whose fighting spirit had been crushed by the sudden attack suddenly regained their fighting spirit.
They were sure that the Demon Lord was extremely weak at the moment, and if they attacked together, they might be able to kill this arrogant demon woman.
Fifteen figures fell down one after another and surrounded Shao Shenyun.
Shao Shenyun didn't even look at anyone.
She stretched out her finger and pointed it in front of her.
The space in front of her eyes suddenly split open, as if it was a broken mirror, and on the mirror, it seemed to reflect the dark and gloomy night sky, so deep that it was breathtaking.
Suddenly someone was shocked and asked: "Broken void?"
"This witch has actually cultivated to this level!"
Lin Xuanyan was also shocked. Even if he was at his peak five hundred years ago, he couldn't open the void with his sword so freely.
Before he could think carefully, it was as if an invisible hand grabbed his body and suddenly pulled him into the void.
Just when he was about to make no resistance.
A force was pulling him in the opposite direction.
He turned around with doubt in his heart.
That was a sword.
The blade rolled into a ring and grabbed his left arm. It was the Xianyu Sword. The long sword screamed like a sorrow.
Taking advantage of this brief gap, Pei Yuhan immediately grabbed his sleeve and struggled to hold on.
Lin Xuanyan's expression changed drastically, and he said sternly: "Let go!"
Pei Yuhan pursed her lips, she had no time to speak.
They had promised last night that Lin Xuanyan would tell her about his master today.
She had waited for countless tomorrows, and now that she had seen hope, she was no longer willing to wait any longer.
She held onto Lin Xuanyan tightly, as if she was holding onto the last glimmer of light in five hundred years.
Lin Xuanyan looked compassionate as he looked at Pei Yuhan's beautiful face. Time passed by like a horse.
He suddenly opened his mouth and said softly, "Yuhan, be obedient and let go."
Pei Yuhan's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously let go of her hand.
Lin Xuanyan's body no longer had any resistance, and he immediately moved towards the empty passage.
The Xianyu Sword also heard the master's intention, and although it was extremely reluctant to let go, it still let go of the blade.
Pei Yuhan stood there, her body trembling, her hair disheveled.
"You...you are..."
Lin Xuanyan smiled warmly.
He didn't have the chance to hear the rest of the conversation, nor did he have the chance to say a single word, as his figure disappeared.
Pei Yuhan subconsciously pounced towards the void.
Shao Shenyun gently raised her hand, and an invisible barrier isolated her from the outside.
Pei Yuhan kept swinging her sword, her heart aching, tears streaming down her face.
Lu Jiajing suddenly came out and asked, "You just said that I want to go to the Northern Territory anytime?"
Shao Shenyun nodded silently.
"I want to go right now." Lu Jiajing said decisively.
Shao Shenyun hummed: "It's up to you."
Lu Jiajing's figure disappeared into the void like an autumn leaf being lifted up.
Shao Shenyun looked at the crowd of people surrounded by fierce beasts in the imperial city and said indifferently: "If there is nothing else, I will bid you farewell."
The cracks in the void gradually closed, and Shao Shenyun was about to step in.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Don't run away, witch!"
The voice came from the Qianming Palace, and it was as profound and distant as an ancient Buddha. The sea of clouds in the sky rolled and seemed to carry the majestic will of heaven.
Even Xuanyuan Yi's expression changed drastically. He had never expected that the man who never asked about the mortal world would actually take action!
With one palm strike, the sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.
The entire space seemed to be distorted.
The young man who was in the void passage just felt his body suddenly shaken. He could clearly feel that the passage was twisted by some external force and led to different destinations.
Shao Shenyun looked at the closing void with a sullen look on her face. She said in a deep voice, "You don't know what's good for you."
She also waved her hand.
The two palms struck each other in mid-air, and each shattered above the imperial city, spreading out like ripples, and then shaking the earth and mountains.
The entire imperial city was shaken.
Since ancient times, "beautiful as a city" has been a high evaluation of a woman's appearance.
But she is truly stunningly beautiful.
After that palm strike, many buildings with unstable foundations in the entire imperial city collapsed one after another, and towers and platforms that were competing with each other were even crushed directly. If it weren't for the other large formations in the city, I'm afraid half of the imperial palace would have been razed to the ground.
Shao Shenyun's face turned slightly red, her breathing became disordered, and that palm strike seemed to be her limit.
However, the unknown master in the city was at his peak.
Another palm strike.
Shao Shenyun suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Goodbye."
The void behind her split open, and she fell backwards, disappearing instantly.
The people who were still here suddenly changed color, and the masters from various sects who reacted first used their magic weapons to block the palm that fell into the air.
In the end, Nan Lingyin did a favor and destroyed a precious magic weapon to eliminate the remaining power of the palm.
When everything was settled, people found that the demon king Chu Jiangming had disappeared without a trace.
The silver-haired, black-robed Third Master of Shizhu City walked up to Pei Yuhan.
Pei Yuhan knelt on the ground, her face covered with tears, and she looked extremely depressed.
He kept repeating what Lin Xuanyan had just said.
"Yuhan...be obedient...Yuhan..."
She kept repeating it over and over again until she couldn't stop crying.
Nan Lingyin squatted down and patted Pei Yuhan's shoulder, then hugged her in her arms with some heartache.
The Xianyu Sword hovered to the side, its blade drooping, head bowed in dejection.
Suddenly, Nan Lingyin caught a glimpse of a little water mark on the ground.
There was a faint trace of water on the spot where Shao Shenyun had just stood, almost disappearing.
She frowned, thinking, is this the snow water that just melted? It doesn't look like it...
...
...
When Lin Xuanyan woke up, he felt sore all over. He stretched and felt his bones creaking.
Suddenly, he stopped stretching, and stared at something not far away, with a look of shock on his face.
It was a burning bonfire, the flames dancing and jumping on the beauty's eyebrows.
A beautiful woman sat cross-legged beside the bonfire, listening to the crackling of the matches. The bright firelight illuminated her pretty face, making it rosy and beautiful. Her dress embroidered with snowy peony and phoenix seemed to come alive, shining brightly.
But her temperament is still that kind of coldness that is hard to conceal.
That is the unique coldness of Qingmu Palace.
"Lu...Palace Master Lu?"
[End of Volume 1]