MTL - Devil Seeds-Chapter 729 diffusion

  Chapter 729 Diffusion

   The highest peak in the Ten Demon Sects is also the most 'ordinary' mountain.

  It does not have all kinds of powerful forbidden spells, nor does it arrange a large number of magic weapons and traps.

   It just stood there naked.

   Yet it is also the most non-trivial.

  Because on this mountain, the person who controls everything...is not a mortal, but a golden fairy.

  Ke Xiaoliang saw the victory of Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, but he didn't show any joy.

   Just like when he saw Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng were about to fall.

  For Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng, it belongs to their battle, and they have already won the victory.

   As far as Ke Xiaoliang is concerned, his battle has not even begun.

"This is Mingyue Road, and it's mostly a troubled wind." Ke Xiaoliang sighed, switching the "picture scroll" in front of him at will, and at the same time based on the information captured before, he deduced hundreds of thousands of different conclusions, and then screened from them with real possibilities.

  On the northernmost cliff of Mount Magic Everest, there is a small pavilion embedded in the stone wall.

  The pavilion is built on a ten thousand year old pine tree. Standing on the edge of the railing of the pavilion, you can see the sea of ​​clouds rolling under your feet.

  In the gazebo, stood a young man with green hair wearing a lavender robe and a high glazed crown.

  The most eye-catching thing on the handsome young man's face is his pair of blue eyes, with mysterious fine lines densely covering his pupils.

  The green-haired young man was holding a blue-green long flute tightly in his virginal hand.

  No one blows the flute, but when the wind from the mountain stream blows through the air holes of the flute. It automatically plays melodious and dusty music.

  The clear and melodious flute sound is heard from the tops of ancient trees above the fairyland-like sea of ​​clouds, carrying a kind of quiet beauty beyond dust.

  However, such tranquility and beauty should not belong to a place like the Ten Demon Sect.

Snapped!

  A crisp sound interrupted everything that was harmonious and beautiful.

  The miraculous flute shattered at the slender and tender fingertips of the green-haired young man, shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground clangingly, playing its last sound.

  Boom!

The green-haired young man waved his palm casually, and this very interesting little pavilion burst open immediately, even the ten thousand-year-old tree under the pavilion was broken, leaving only a bare tree pole crooked. Stung obliquely on the cliff, it looks extremely ugly.

   "Zhang Taijing!" The green-haired youth said softly.

  Senior Brother Zhang was eager to get out, cast the secret technique, and because of the backlash from his future body, his body, which was no longer obese, quickly appeared beside the green-haired youth.

   "Young Master!" Senior Brother Zhang respectfully fell to the ground, as if this young man was the serious master of the Ten Demon Sect.

   "In three days, restore everything here to the original state, exactly, otherwise... just stay here with the ancient trees in Qingshan! This is also a good home!"

   Said this lightly, the green-haired youth rose against the wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

  Senior Brother Zhang knelt on the ground, trembling all over, until a long time after the green-haired youth left.

  Stand up tremblingly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.

  Looking at the bare 10,000-year-old pine on the cliff, Brother Zhang's face suddenly turned a liver color.

  Let’s not talk about how difficult it is to restore this place to its original state.

  Here is still full of the palm force left by the young gentleman with blue hair and purple clothes just now, even if he restored everything.

  The remaining palm power will also destroy everything that has been restored.

   How to solve the problem of restoring the ancient pine in the gazebo is the problem of Senior Brother Zhang.

  In the eyes of Senior Brother Zhang, Shao Jun, who is powerful, terrifying and has a much deeper background than him, is thinking of another thing at this time.

  Originally, the monks in the Real Demon Realm planned to completely remake the Ten Demon Sects by squeezing out, suppressing, and replacing them.

   Like the ship of Theseus.

  However, Brother Zhang's failure seems to indicate a conclusion.

  That is, what they did was useless at all.

   Not only failed to clear out the original influence of the Ten Demon Sects, but it seemed to stimulate these monks who were originally confined to the small world to grow rapidly.

   Such a result was not what the young master wanted.

   "Bai Gusheng... Jiuxuan, and... Xue Chan!" Shaojun counted each name in a soft voice.

  These names were gradually faded in the passage of time, as if they had left the big stage of the Ten Demon Sect.

   Now it seems that it is not entirely true.

   After thinking for a while, Shaojun gave the order.

  The most extreme method will be adopted to stimulate the original group of Ten Demon Sects.

  At the same time... will also further test Ke Xiaoliang, the current golden fairy.

   Xue Chan is drinking.

   As early as three hundred years ago, he had already accumulated enough plot points and reshaped his body.

  From a remnant soul to a living monk, he has walked for more than a hundred years, which is at least a thousand years if converted to the Huzhong Realm.

  More than three hundred years later, except for Ke Xiaoliang, no one knows what level this Ten Demon Sect Demon Cultivator who once fought against Ke Xiaoliang is now, and what kind of means he has.

  He was still dressed in red, with picturesque features, and from a distance he looked like a cold and handsome monk.

   Even after hundreds of years, he still hasn't changed himself.

   On the contrary, he is full of Zen, which makes him look less like a demon cultivator, but a monk who has attained the Tao.

  Of course...he is not a real monk.

   After all, a monk drinking alcohol is considered breaking the precept.

  How could a real monk drink alcohol? right!

  Of course, Xue Chan is just a monk of wine and meat, not a monk of flowers.

  So he didn't find some special practitioners to come and drink with him.

   Sitting by the window of the small building, he was just drinking alone.

  As always, as it has been for decades.

  However, today, it seems to be different.

   Without any announcement, something that has always been suppressed broke out at this moment.

  A flying sword that flew over suddenly shattered the wine glass in his hand, heading straight for his throat.

   This sword has a restrained sword energy. Except for the person who uses this sword, no one knows how powerful this sword is.

  Faced with such a sword, Xue Chan chose to directly hold the long sword piercing the throat with his hand.

  His hand, which was strong enough to lift a mountain, was directly cut with blood under the sharp and destructive blade.

  The blood cicada did not respond at all, as if it was not his body that was injured, and the toxins that were spreading into the body along the wound were not worth mentioning at all.

  In the cold small building, there was a strange chirping of cicadas.

  On a treetop in the distance, a man in black fell down.

   On his forehead, there is a cicada mark like a blood crystal.

  The bright silver brilliance flickered, and a white sword light rushed towards the blood cicada from outside the window.

   This sword light is also fierce and condensed to the extreme. Unlike those black-clothed swordsmen before, this sword is more powerful and lethal.

  It was as if someone had poured all their energy into this sword. Once the sword was released, the sword was abandoned, and there was nothing else in life.

   Blood Cicada still had no greater reaction.

   It's just a little bit more crisp and loud.

  The three black-clothed sword cultivators suddenly retreated, and at a faster speed, they evacuated the small building they originally surrounded.

  In their eyes, this small building, which was originally ordinary, has turned into a devil's cave full of blood at this moment.

  The monk in red, standing barefoot in the boundless sea of ​​blood, looks like the Buddha who redeemed everything, and the Shura who destroyed everything.

  On the top of a small mountain not far from the attack of Xue Chan, a man in black leaned against the Echo Stone Wall and slowly lifted his cloak.

  The whole body of this person is covered with sword marks and scars, and the accumulation of layers of scars makes this person not look like a human, but more like a monster.

  The only pair of pupils that are fairly clear are diamond-shaped like snake pupils.

   This person slowly came out of the darkness, and then stared closely at Jiuxuan and Bai Gusheng who had just come from a tragic victory.

   Click!

  As his footsteps moved, the rocks he stepped on seemed to be cracked by sharp swords one after another, and the whole mountain seemed to be exuding a palpitating wave.

  Bai Gusheng turned his head to look at the man who came with a murderous aura, his figure flashed, his hands spread out, and a row of bone magic swords were displayed in front of him.

  Bai Gusheng didn't say much to Jiuxuan, but stood in front of the man alone.

  Jiuxuan immediately mustered up his mana, transformed into a demon dragon, soared into the sky, and galloped in the direction of the blood cicada.

  Rows of dharma swords flashing with raw and cold white light flew towards the unkind man at the same time.

  The man pulled out an iron ruler that looked ordinary.

  Boom!

   The collision of utensils was not the sound of gold and iron, but a violent wave of air.

  In this wave of air, the Bone Magic Sword that Bai Gusheng swung was shattered by this man in a destructive gesture.

  The cold light in Bai Gusheng's eyes condensed, and the shattered Bai Gufa sword turned into dust, surrounded Bai Gusheng's whole body, and then wrapped him tightly, turning into an even bigger sword that reaches the sky.

   Terrible sword light spewed out from the blade, and the sword light shifted, and it was constantly replicating and splitting.

  When night falls, these lights are like white fire, burning persistently in the air.

   Evaporate the dew in the night, making everything a bit hazy.

   And in this obscurity, amazing destructive power diffused.

   "Cut!"

  Bai Gusheng clasped his hands together and let out a violent drink. The terrifying sword light shook the space.

  The man was speechless, but only took one step forward.

  The ordinary iron ruler carried a magical charm that was almost crazy.

  At this moment... Although his body is covered with scars, in the night, under the light of the snow-white sword, he seems to have turned into an emperor who rules over billions.

   What the iron ruler pointed at was impartial, but no one could think of dodging.

   Phew!

  The sword light and the iron ruler meet in mid-air.

  The bright sword light penetrated the space.

  However, the iron ruler, at an indescribable speed, crushed Bai Gusheng's sword that seemed to have exhausted everything, and hit Bai Gusheng's chest fiercely.

  Amazing energy fluctuations swept through the air, and the terrifying energy explosion even opened a gap in this small mountain.

   On the other side, Jiu Xuan was running towards Xue Chan's small building.

  In the small building, the strange chirping of cicadas gradually became duller.

  The blue light like a tourmaline and the eye-catching blood light soared into the sky at the same time, each occupying half of the sky.

   There was a sense of tension in the air, and invisible ripples scattered in all directions, containing terrifying energy fluctuations.

  Boom!

   The battle between the two battlefields produced a loud noise that finally completely broke the tranquility of the night.

  However, the Ten Demon Sects, which should have been full of people, now seem to be empty.

  Everyone understands that it's time to stand in line.

   But everyone wants to wait and see... they all want to wait!

Who wins! Who do they help.

  The blood-colored flames whizzed across the sky like a meteor, and the air became extremely hot wherever it passed. In the blood-like heat, the blood cicada's body was slowly torn apart from it.

   "Demon Emperor Sword!"

  A low howling sound came from below.

   Immediately, the blood color exploded suddenly, and the sharp and fierce sword shadow suddenly waved like a quiet moon in the water.

  The blood cicada's originally severed body broke again.

   Divide two into four.

   Immediately afterwards, it is divided into four into eight, and eight into sixteen.

  The number of swords cut more and more, and Xue Chan's body was cut into pieces more and more.

   Despite this, the sound of cicadas in the surrounding mountains is getting louder and louder.

   Gradually, it's like the scorching summer is coming.

  The entire land of mountains and rivers is surrounded by a strange, dull, thick and loud cicadas.

  Those who heard the sound of cicadas saw a handsome monk with picturesque features, wearing a blood-red monk's robe, standing there clean and tidy.

  The bright sword light began to become cloudy, and streams of evil spirits were drawn out from the mountain, and then poured into the supposedly cold sword light.

As more and more of the evil spirit of the earth merged, the originally sharp and crisp sword light gradually formed a huge yellow sword with a hundred feet. The scorching air began to gradually become icy cold.

  Bai Gusheng turned his body and turned the Bone Magic Sword, but he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and gradually lost his balance.

  The purple-red magic light pierced through half of the sky, like a giant cannon, bombarding the Bone Magic Sword that was stuck in the mud.

  At the same time, it also bombarded the bone bone magic sword, which was running everything.

  Bone Bone, who has already reached his limit, can turn things around again?

  At this time, who else will help him?

  Ke Xiaoliang?

   Absolutely impossible!

  If Ke Xiaoliang made a move at this time, it would be tantamount to directly losing to the two Demon Venerables Qian Ren and Bai Shou. One wrong step will lead to another wrong step.

  So, even if Bai Gusheng was blasted to pieces, Ke Xiaoliang would never frown for him.

  Purple and yellow are intertwined, making the night look colorful. Countless people's sights are focused here, and in their eyes, there is a deep sense of dignity and shock.

  At this moment, the identity of the man was also exposed to the public.

  Ten Demon Sect, Outer Sect Disciple... Cao Xiu.

   Not bad...just an outer disciple!

  A... waste that even a demon seed doesn't deserve?

  But it was such a person that made Bai Gusheng, who had just defeated Senior Brother Zhang, about to fall into a deadlock.

  (end of this chapter)