Become a Demon Lord, sign in and develop for three hundred years

Chapter 767: Healing from the Injury

The chance of winning in Yuanjie is so real, yet so elusive. Someone may seem to have the upper hand, but the place where they are is like treading on thin ice, and they may fall into the bottomless abyss in the next moment.

After all, there is no mercy in the abyss of calamity. Both sides are watching closely, observing carefully any flaws that the opponent might reveal.

The fickleness of fate, the choices made in planning and decision-making, and the strength of supernatural powers are all vividly reflected here, which determines victory or defeat, as well as life and death.

However, even in the midst of many brilliant and flower-like conflicts, the fact that Wuzhi Daojun refined many Great Free Emperors into the Siming Sword was also an extremely brilliant one among them.

This caused several emperors to flee to the sky in a hurry, like dogs that had lost their homes. The major demon courts were terrified and had urgently increased their vigilance.

As the saying goes, a trapped beast will still fight. The Demon Court, which is now gradually forced into a corner, is becoming more and more dangerous. What's more, the five major Demon Courts are tightly united and have the same strength to fight for their lives.

According to the deduction of each family's primordial spirit, the Demon Court brazenly lifted the seal on the sky. On the one hand, it was to make the demons and humans fight each other and weaken each other. On the other hand, it was to buy a chance for the major demon courts to catch their breath.

In this way, no matter what the outcome of the conflict between the various sects of demons and the human race's Tianzong, the major demon courts will be able to remain invincible and reap the benefits.

It doesn’t matter who wins or loses, what matters is that Tianzong and Momai can’t escape the conflict.

Once such a calamity situation is formed, the major demon courts will certainly applaud and celebrate, and the entire Qilintian's abyss of calamity will also produce extremely unpredictable changes, which will be beneficial to the changes in the demon courts.

If the Demon Court can seize this opportunity, it may be able to suppress the various Heavenly Demons and the Heavenly Sect of the Human Race in one fell swoop! And the ability to spy on others and make decisions is exactly what is most terrifying about the Demon Master Jia Yunzhen.

If possible, Jiang Moshu even thought about using Hou Yi's demon-killing arrow to shoot it to death, or using the Soul-Slaying God and Demon Arrow to exchange its life for his, but unfortunately, the opponent didn't show any flaws at all, so he couldn't find any opportunity to take action.

Of course, the other side is also deliberately looking for an opportunity to put the Lord of Xingtian to death, and there will be no mercy or hesitation.

Jiang Moshu knew clearly that facing an opponent like Jia Yunzhen, he could never compete with him in strategy. He could only suppress him with his great magical powers. And if his magical powers were occasionally insufficient, he could only deceive and cheat him.

For example, now that the three soul-slaying gods and demons have all fallen and have not yet been re-refined, Houyi cannot appear in the world at all. If Jia Yunzhen finds out the flaw and gathers all the Minghuangs to kill him, it will be really difficult to resist.

Fortunately, the ultimate lies presented to the world by many peerless Taoists of the human race were able to cover up the flaw temporarily, making the opponent dare not act rashly.

In the midst of the abyss of disaster, one must be courageous and diligent, be cautious as if treading on thin ice, and not lack the wisdom to break through confusion.

Now all the emperors of Luohua, Pomie and other clans have died. Although it has great benefits, it also brings great flaws, and the price paid for it is also not small.

Jiang Moshu suddenly realized that before re-refining the gods and demons, he must rely on many fake bodies to maintain the reputation of the human race's Tianzong in order to prevent Jia Yunzhen from taking risks.

Although he felt ashamed, there was no other way... The biggest lie in the world had been woven to such an extent that it had entangled all the parties involved in the dispute, including himself.

In order to enjoy tea and music with Qilin Tianshun, and for those vicissitudes of life for which there is no regret, never forget the fight and the death, and be buried in the catastrophe. I will hold the sword and face three thousand cold frosts. What's the harm in deceiving you and me with the most true lies?

He didn't know whether he could deceive Jia Yunzhen or not, but at the moment, the more he pretended to be Gongsun Wuzhi, the longer the calamity would last, and the chances of the Demon Court's victory would be reduced until the gods and demons were restored.

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The middle-aged monk lay flat on the jade couch. Everyone around him was extremely quiet, as if they were afraid of disturbing him in the slightest.

The sharp blade energy was slashing around him randomly, as if he was walking with a sharp weapon and was free to do anything he wanted, as if he was willing to kill everyone without mercy, as if he was willing to sacrifice his life to decide the outcome of the world, as if he was presenting the blade to the emperor to comfort his life.

The two sword masters looked at him quietly, with complex meanings in their eyes that were difficult to explain.

The memories of the man in front of him, the rumors about his bitter life, and the figure holding a blade and walking towards the devil's tide, rolled, intertwined, roared, and merged... gradually converged into a vicissitudes of life, overlapping with the calm face in sleep in front of him, as if they understood each other in an instant, as if they had known each other for countless years, and the two sword masters seemed to understand him a little.

"Not only is he having a hard life..." Xiu Ting Dao Jun sighed softly, his face was pale and he looked a little haggard.

She stretched out her slender jade fingers lightly, but did not dare to touch the sword energy. She retracted them reluctantly, and only her faint eyes penetrated the sword energy, reflecting it tenderly.

Feng Qiandaojun nodded, "He is so sincere to his life sword, so brilliant, it shows that he has integrated everything in the past into the sword. In this way, the past love tribulation will constantly erode his mind, how can he not be miserable..."

The beautiful woman looked at the person with his eyes closed on the jade couch with both heartache and tenderness, and a hint of pity appeared on her originally coquettish face.

On that day, the two men grabbed Daozi at the same time, but he was already unconscious, while Yuan Tu Daojun caught the Siming Sword.

Through the deduction of the remaining sword intent, Yuan Tu Daojun showed that Daozi had already integrated emotion into the sword with the method of killing the clan, at the cost of emotional calamity and heart-devouring, connecting the nature of joy in falling flowers and the rhythm of ruthless killing, which aroused the resonance of the root of the emperor and presented the extraordinary beauty of Sima Ming.

However, the Siming Sword has now leapt to the ninth level. It has not only developed great spirituality, but also reflected the ruthlessness of the emperor. Yuantu Sword Master was also attacked by the sword energy. Therefore, this sword cannot be sacrificed by all the sword masters at the moment. It can only be suppressed again when Wuzhi Sword Master wakes up.

The devil's tide has receded, but it has no end. When will you wake up... Xiu Ting Dao Jun stared at the vicissitudes of life monk, his dark brows slightly frowned, feeling distressed.

"I won't let you..." Inexplicable words came out of Feng Qiandaojun's mouth.

Inexplicably, Xiuting Daojun understood what he said, and nodded his head without any surprise. "The poison of love can only be cured by fighting poison with poison. Whether it's for Wuzhi or for my own feelings, I will not give up..."

There seems to be burning fire and persistence in those two pairs of beautiful eyes. I don't know if it is because of the peach blossoms that have brought disaster, or if my heart is originally with you.

"Uh……"

A hoarse and slight voice appeared in the hall. It was vague, but it was like thunder, causing the two sword masters to tremble slightly at the same time.

“No end!”

“No end!”

The middle-aged man with a vicissitude of life slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view were two somewhat haggard faces. They were originally pale, but at this moment, because of the excitement, they had a faint blush.

"The devil... but... retreated?" Daozi opened his mouth, and his voice became weak and hoarse, just like a rusty gong and a broken drum that mustered up some courage, beating out the sound of iron horses and icy rivers, but finally falling powerlessly into the yellow sand.

"Retreat, already retreat!" Xiuting Daojun covered his mouth with his hands, his beautiful eyes full of pity, tears rolled down his cheeks involuntarily, he was already crying for joy.

The exploding sword energy around Daozi gradually calmed down and finally slowly disappeared between heaven and earth, without any trace, as if it had never appeared.

Looking at Gongsun Wuzhi's pale face, that originally calm face became vicissitudes and deep again, as if all the pains were swallowed into his chest and abdomen. Feng Qiandaojun couldn't help but bite his lips lightly. It was indeed the poison of love, gnawing at the heart and soul.

"Please rest assured, Wuzhi. Yuan Tu Jinzhu is still safe. Even the last demon, Ruochen, has already escaped into the sky. The calamity of falling from heaven has been resolved."

Feng Qiandaojun opened and clenched his delicate jade hands several times, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he naturally placed them on Daozi's chest and patted them gently, as if to calm him down. The beauty even spoke with concern, "Several Yuanshen Immortals have also arrived at Yuantu Golden Pillar, and are all waiting for you to wake up!

By the way, the Siming Sword has also developed a different kind of mystical power, and is being kept by Yuan Tu Dao Jun, waiting for you to wake up and refine it again."

Hearing Feng Qiandaojun's words, Gongsun Wuzhi nodded slightly, and seemed to have recovered a little bit immediately, and he almost struggled to get up.

"Wuzhi, why don't I go and invite all the souls in." Xiu Ting Dao Jun spoke gently, but saw Daozi gently shaking his head with a very determined look.

Since they were both sword masters, they had their own sword intentions. In an instant, Sword Master Xiu Ting and Sword Master Feng Qian understood Daozi's intentions.

A knife can be broken but it cannot fall down!

No matter whether facing the emperor or showing the sword in front of others, one must wield the sword freely, stand upright like a mountain, keep everything straight and level, and be as strong and upright as a sword.

The one with the sword energy is fearless and can destroy everything with one strike!

The two sword masters looked at each other, then nodded slightly, and retreated to both sides at the same time, watching the weathered monk stand up with difficulty, and then walked out of the hall step by step, as if he was stepping on the surging sea of ​​suffering, as if he was destroying the pressing mountains, as if he was not afraid of the hardships of disaster, and as if he was enjoying the bitter pleasure of killing.

There was both heartache and pity in their eyes, but the two sword masters said nothing and just followed quietly behind the weathered middle-aged man.

Seeing him endure the discomfort of his body and the torment of his mind and spirit, he went to the human world, to the mountains and seas, to fight in the raging heat of the catastrophe.

Yuantu is the most closely guarded place, and all the saints are quietly regulating their breathing.

The primordial spirit is immortal and cannot be bound by any moral code. However, for a peerless Taoist who can break the calamity of falling from heaven, a few days of waiting is really not worth mentioning.

Like Ying Daozi!

When Gongsun Wuzhi showed his prowess in the Slaughter Land, all the Spiritual Lords acknowledged that if this boy stayed in the Slaughter Land, he would definitely be the next Spiritual Lord. However, this boy blatantly refused the position. His determination spread to all the Tianzong sects in the human race and attracted the attention of all the Yuanshen.

However, this boy belonged to Xutian Fortress at that time, and the various Tianzongs were reluctant to interfere. Later, the Yuantu Sect was established as the Tianzong, and all the sects were searched for the golden elixir that could match the Siming Sword. This boy then became the Wuzhi Daojun.

At first, he was refining the Life Sword together with other sword masters, but then, like a needle in a bag, the tip was immediately visible, and the combination of man and sword made the Life Sword have the power of howling life, and it directly crossed the chasm between the seventh-level spiritual treasure and the eighth-level.

Such an achievement has already made the souls of various sects extremely surprised, but they did not expect that an even greater surprise is yet to come.

The most amusing thing among the souls these days when they chatted with each other was that whenever they casually mentioned the Gongsun family, they all smiled in their eyes and shook their heads secretly.

The Yuantu clan got a huge advantage for nothing. Ran Yuan must be regretting it now... Such a peerless Taoist was expelled from the clan, which was just like the Zheng family letting the Golden Jade Kirin fend for itself, ordering Tanzong to banish Jiang Moshu, who had just become a Ningzhen, from the clan. Wangui Peak didn't even look at Yugui, who came to become their disciple, and even rejected Yanluo Tianming.

If such a tragedy happened to me, my spiritual and mental state would probably regress a bit.

In an instant, all the souls and sword masters in the hall seemed to have sensed something at the same time, and suddenly cast their gazes towards the direction of the inner hall. The sound of a pin drop could be heard in the field.

At the exit of the inner hall, Cangshang Daozi's face was still pale, but his body, which had not shaken at all, seemed to have regained the spirit of a sword master. He stood upright, as calm and strong as ever, and presented himself vigorously.

His eyes were full of indifference, yet there seemed to be a burning fire hidden in the deepest part. The firmness in facing fate could not be concealed at all, which made people feel at ease when looking at him.

A figure walked towards Gongsun Wuzhi, with both hands raised at the same time, a frost and snow blade in it, and there seemed to be a faint roar, as if he was quietly waiting for his beloved, as if he was softly saying to comfort Sha Chen with sincerity, as if he was laughing at the morning dew, why worry, Sima Ming will present it!

Zuo Hanming, the former leader of the Yuantu Sect and now the Yuantu Sword Master, is also the cultivator who knows the Siming Sword best besides the Wuzhi Sword Master.

“Unending…” There was a deep smile on Yuan Tu Dao Jun’s face, as if his wish had been fulfilled, as if joy had fallen from heaven.

All the spirits and sword masters also had smiles on their faces, showing joy and kindness, envy and humor.

Such a Taoist, holding a ninth-level spiritual treasure, is certainly worthy of being witnessed by the Holy Lord!

"Wuzhi, thanks to you, I was able to survive the catastrophe of falling from heaven. It is a great honor for my Yuantu Sect that you can show your loyalty to the Fate Sword."

Zuo Hanming's lips trembled slightly and his expression was extremely excited, as if he wanted to roar to the sky.

“The abyssal calamity is so fierce. It is precisely because of the many peerless Taoist disciples who have shown their beauty and sincerity that our human race has been able to break through the calamity time and time again and avoid sinking!

No matter when, our human race will always have the courage and wisdom to burst out, and will always be sincere to see. It is an honor for us cultivators and a blessing for hundreds of millions of sentient beings to be able to witness this catastrophe of the Fall of Heaven.

Wuzhi, take the knife!"

The passionate sound of swords rang out in the hall, like weeping, complaining, whistling and chanting. Suddenly, it had spread to the sky above the entire Yuan Tu Golden Pillar. Hearing it, one's heart was filled with excitement and wanted to pick up the sword.

Within the golden pillar, all the sharp knives, magic swords, spears, spiritual blades...all kinds of swords flew into the air, as if they were kneeling devoutly, and slightly bent the blades towards a certain direction. Infinite sword energy and sword intent suddenly surged within the golden pillar, exploding with a bang, shining like a bright galaxy.

The many monks in the golden pillar were stunned for a moment, then they understood something, and surprise suddenly appeared in their eyes.

The Siming Sword appeared in Cangsang Daozi's hands and immediately became simple and calm, without even a hint of the mysterious charm of a ninth-rank spiritual treasure.

There was no violent killing intent, no joy, no destructive intent. It was like a piece of unconscious and soulless iron, yet it made all the spirits applaud and praise it.

Good magic sword, good Taoism, good destiny!

The clouds, water and sky have different destinies. The knife is on one side and the person is on the other.

There is nothing to say in the catastrophe before holding the blade. There are words now and there were words in the past.

The sun and the moon reflect the depth of the calamity, and the God of Destiny comes to show that fate is not controlled by heaven.