Li Yun: "Wait! Wait, who is coming?"

Han Yuan said: "I don't know, who cares! Get out of the way!"

Han Yuan was, after all, a demon cultivator who had stained his blood. People who followed the path of demons had a murderous nature that was hard to suppress. Once stained with blood, it would be difficult for them to reach the great path. He had been bound by the blood oath for so long that he had become dizzy. These people had completely hit him on the edge of his sword.

Han Yuan had become a mad dog that had broken free from its reins. How could the "weak and vulnerable" second brother hold him back?

There were countless ambushes in the dense forest under their feet, and it seemed that the formation had been completed, forming a huge net covering the sky and the earth, waiting for them to fall into it. The big net pressed down from the sky, and the figure of the demon dragon flashed, and it went up without dodging. When the two collided, the mountains and rivers were shaken, the wind and clouds surged in the sky, and the birds and beasts were all startled.

There were many ordinary disciples of White Tiger Villa among the entourage. They might not be able to fly as high as these masters, and they could not control their frightened Pegasus, so they dodged in the air like headless flies.

The elder of the White Tiger Villa shouted at the top of his voice, "Land, land!"

The sky darkened in the blink of an eye. Sparks filled with demonic energy flashed from time to time on the large net covering their heads, just like fast and rapid lightning. Han Yuan had thick skin and was easily struck by the sparks, but the young disciples who were traveling with him were unlucky. They were just touched by the sparks and immediately fell headfirst from the sky with their bodies charred.

Li Yun sighed, and in the blink of an eye, a beam of white light shot up into the sky. He abandoned his flying horse and stood with his hands behind his back, holding his sword. "There is an ambush on the ground. Please stay calm and don't go down yet. The younger disciples with low cultivation should retreat to the middle and concentrate to form the Bagua formation."

The elder of White Tiger Villa said hurriedly, "That's right! Don't let them land, come up quickly!"

Li Yun: “…”

This elder must have been picked up as a joke by the great Lord Shang during his lifetime.

Master Li felt more and more that he had been given an important task, but there was no other way but to go ahead and awkwardly instruct this large group of unfamiliar disciples to form a formation to fight against the big net in the sky.

Suddenly, the hairs on Li Yun's back stood up. He believed in his instinct without thinking and threw a talisman from his sleeve. The small wooden sign rose into the sky and then suddenly stretched out, forming a layer of colorful protective film.

As soon as Li Yun used the talisman, he regretted it. This talisman was bought by Yan Zhengming on the black market. The reason why he was reluctant to sell it was because it was said that this talisman was made by Tong Ru.

Before Li Yun could feel the pain, he heard a thunder that seemed to explode the sky.

A disciple from the White Tiger Villa with a lower level of cultivation started bleeding from all seven orifices and fell directly off the Pegasus's back.

When the monster bones appeared in the puddle beside the Vermillion Bird Tower, there was no such a big thunder. Li Yun was shocked, feeling that this thunder tribulation was specially sent to Han Yuan!

Then, there was a sound of tearing cloth in the air, and the protective film in the talisman could not bear it and was slowly torn in the middle, turning into ashes in an instant!

The priceless wooden sign was broken into two pieces and fell straight down.

Han Yuan turned around and landed on a sword that had lost its owner in the chaos. The trace of the black dragon was faintly visible on his face, and the blood oath on the back of his hand was as red as blood. He looked up at the big net in the air with a sinister look.

The heavenly calamity just now was nothing but the backlash of the blood oath.

Several demonic auras rushed out from the dense forest. The demon cultivators who had stumbled here surrounded Han Yuan.

The strange thing was that there were actually a few ordinary cultivators among them, all of them were filled with hatred, and one of them even shouted: "You devil have committed many evil things. In front of the Ten Directions Formation, those hateful spineless people didn't dare to do anything to you because of your master's background. Now we have to take revenge ourselves!"

As a representative of the "master's background", Li Yun felt like someone had put a pot of shit on his head and he didn't know what to say.

Han Yuan looked at him indifferently: "Oh, so in order to get rid of a demon like me who has done so many evil things, you have teamed up with a large group of demons who have done just as much evil as me? You are truly a man who can bend and stretch. I admire you."

Li Yun felt relieved after hearing this, so he smiled and said, "The biggest thing that his inner demon body has in common with me is that he is a bad mouth."

Han Yuan's foul mouth completely angered those cultivators who had suddenly mixed in with the demon cultivators. After a glance, they attacked together. Under the protection of the big net above their heads, they rushed towards Han Yuan with swords, spears, and halberds.

These people are on the right path and have not committed any indiscriminate killing. Although their methods are despicable, it is indeed understandable that they are seeking revenge. Han Yuan has sworn an oath of blood, so he can only be beaten. If he dares to fight back and hurt others, he might be hit by another great thunder tribulation that even the previous Lord Bei Ming could not withstand.

Han Yuan frowned, rolled up his sleeves and dodged, without even turning his head, he shouted at the person behind him: "Li Yun, what do you want a good-for-nothing like you to do here? Are you here to watch the fun?"

Li Yun crossed his arms in front of his chest expressionlessly and said, "The biggest difference between the inner demon body and my original body is that this inner demon is such a piece of shit!"

Shuikeng, who was listening nearby, said indignantly, "Hey, Second Brother, are you aging prematurely? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Tell me how to fight!"

...It's simply impossible to survive in this sect.

Li Yun drew out the sword from his waist, which was like an ornament, and said to the elders, "Please ask the fellow Taoists from White Tiger Villa to stop these people. The puddle, the Samadhi True Fire, break the net and make a way for your fourth brother, the living turtle. If I'm not mistaken, the center of the formation is outside, Kun position!"

The puddle immediately turned into a red crane and flew away with a roar. The small sparks on the Heavenly Demon Net were completely humiliating to the Heavenly Demon's Samadhi True Fire, and a hole was immediately created on the net by her.

Nian Dada hurriedly came forward and said, "Second Uncle, what about me?"

Li Yun's fingers flew, and he pinched out a large piece of paper from his sleeves out of thin air. With a flick of his finger, the paper broke into millions of pieces, which scattered in the wind and turned into a group of insects of all sizes, which gave people goose bumps.

The insects fell from the sky and sank into the forest and trees. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared. Li Yun threw a small bottle to Nian Dada and said to him, "The bottom of the bottle can be used by these insects to see what is on the ground. Please keep an eye on it for me. I always feel that this matter is not that simple."

Nian Dada hurriedly rubbed off the goose bumps on his body, held the small bottle in both hands, and tried to observe the actual situation on the ground through countless fragmented images, struggling to experience the hardships of having a thousand hands and a thousand eyes.

With an elder in charge at the White Tiger Villa, the disciples were barely organized. After they came to their senses, they rushed forward and intercepted the righteous monks who were stirring up trouble for Han Yuan. The two sides fought and cursed at each other. Led by the elder, they first greeted each other's master in a graceful manner. When the fight became intense, they began to greet each other's deceased parents.

Seeing them holding each other back, Han Yuan easily passed through the encirclement of the righteous monks, turned into a ball of black mist and drilled into the small hole in the puddle that was broken for him. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the center of the formation in the southwest direction from a distance.

The entire Shu Road seemed to be pulled down from the mountain by him, and the big net in the sky exploded with a landslide.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several demon cultivators who were still talking nonsense immediately tried to escape. A long and violent dragon roar was heard in the air, and then a black cloud full of blood and energy rolled in the air. In an instant, seven or eight Han Yuans appeared in various places with expressionless faces and asked in unison: "Where are you going?"

Shuikeng was stunned, and felt as if her life had found a new direction. She transformed into a human form and said thoughtfully, "I think I know what the elder brother meant by 'Three thousand great ways, different paths lead to the same destination'."

Li Yun thought she had gained enlightenment, but before she could feel relieved, she heard her junior sister say, "Except for that unreliable Nine Rings, it turns out that any of them can be so powerful!"

Li Yun: “…”

This senior brother really can’t do this anymore!

Suddenly, the man next to him exclaimed, "Ah!"

Li Yun said unhappily, "Why are you so startled?"

Nian Dada: "Second Master, a group of people suddenly appeared on the ground... Oh, no, they are ghosts, crawling faster than the wind!"

Li Yun became nervous when he heard the word "ghost". His pupils shrank and he stretched out his hands. Countless reptiles that he had just scattered into the mud jumped up and exploded in the air one after another, burning into flames of different sizes, clearing the clouds under everyone's feet and the remaining black fog of the demon cultivators, and the changes on the ground were exposed to everyone's eyes.

Elder Baihu's scalp exploded: "Soul Devouring Lamp!"

Li Yun looked solemn, and looked at Han Yuan from a distance - why was it such a coincidence?

However, there was no time for him to guess anything at this moment. The thick black clouds that were originally rolling on the ground roared up into the sky, and the cold, decayed and dead air rushed towards him, making the sky dark and gloomy.

Nian Dada couldn't help but think of the cave he saw when he first left Mingming Valley with Cheng Qian, and he instinctively felt an indescribable shudder.

Amidst the shadows swarming on the ground, a familiar figure suddenly emerged—it was Jiang Peng.

More than a hundred years ago, when Li Yun and his friends first met Jiang Peng in the East China Sea, he no longer looked like a human being. Now, after so many years, his image has become even more shocking.

He was completely hidden from the waist down in the rolling black fog, as if he had no lower body at all, floating in the air. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether he was a ghost cultivator or a ghost shadow. Jiang Peng's cheeks were as thin as a living ghost, and the large shadows on his face could not even be driven away by the midday sunlight.

He looked at the people in the air, and suddenly smiled, locking his eyes on Han Yuan. Jiang Peng licked his lips and said in a bitter voice: "Beiming..."

Han Yuan, who was wronged, had no choice but to take back all his clones. His inner demon body muttered to himself, "Didn't you say that he was beaten to pieces by the previous Bei Ming Jun a hundred years ago? How come he has been in a mess for a hundred years and can't even tell if I'm the real Bei Ming after coming back?"

After he finished speaking, his expression changed, and it was Han Yuan himself who spoke, answering: "The last time I saw him, he seemed to still know people, and he wasn't so crazy - is he really the owner of the Soul Devouring Lamp? Why do I think he is almost no different from those ghosts?"

The Heart Demon Body continued, "Humph, as long as I show up, there's no need to look for these idiots. They will come to me and ask for a fight. It's a good opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop."

Han Yuan quickly changed his tone and said sternly, "You'd better stop bragging. Do you really think that you are qualified to call yourself Bei Ming just because others praise you? He is my master's senior brother. Before I even got started, he dared to rob people near Qinglong Island. It's not certain who will be the one to deal with whom."

The elder of the White Tiger Villa happened to be listening to the entire incredible monologue. The old man couldn't help but feel sad and felt that his life might end here - the two biggest demons in a hundred years met here, one was a madman, and the other was also a madman!

At this time, countless whispering sounds were heard from the ground, as if tens of millions of ghosts were whispering to each other, making people's ears tremble. The shadow of a huge oil lamp rose in the sky, and the vengeful spirits roared up, forming a hurricane, revealing countless superimposed human faces in the rotation. This hair-raising hurricane rushed towards the stunned monks in the sky with invulnerability. In the beautiful mountains and forests of Shu, all the plants, flowers and birds that were swept away by the black fog withered away, and the ghosts greedily absorbed all the vitality.

No matter what, Nian Dada couldn't believe that this person was the dirty and pathetic demon cultivator who was lingering on near Mingming Valley and dependent on Liu Lang at that time.

Jiang Peng has recovered... no, he is even stronger than he was a hundred years ago!

Han Yuan let out a crackling sound of Earth Red from his mouth, but he did not dare to be careless with his hands. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and a heavy sword with dragon pattern slowly emerged from his palms. The ghost cultivator on the ground and the demon dragon in the sky looked at each other from a distance, and then attacked at the same time.

Jiang Peng seemed to be stimulated by the sword in Han Yuan's hand. He held a pile of white bones and used sword skills.

The two men were from the same school, and in this situation, they both confronted each other with the Fuyao wooden swords. The originally neutral and peaceful wooden sword technique once again showed its unpredictable side, carrying a vast amount of demonic energy, without the slightest bit of incongruity, and developed its own version of the magic way!

Li Yun slapped the old man on the back of his head and shouted, "Get out of the way, do you want to die?"

As they were talking, the sky and the earth were completely covered by surging demonic energy. No matter which side the others were on, they all stopped fighting and retreated to one side, not daring to intervene in the fierce fight between the two demons.

But a brave man came. Suddenly, not far away, there was a "clang" sound of a sword being unsheathed. Then a very bright sword light came across and penetrated between the two demons.

Sword of the Soul!

Li Jun's face lit up with joy at first, thinking that Yan Zhengming had arrived ahead of time, but then he was shocked again - no, although this sword cultivator also had a soul, he was not at the same level as his senior brother who had entered the second level of the Sword God Realm!

Looking again, the person coming was You Liang from Yuan Tianyan's place.

His sword collided with the bones in Jiang Peng's hand, and the power of the talisman on the sword suddenly rose, like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. It whistled and pounced on the ghost energy lingering on the bones. The ghost energy was like a flame encountering a strong wind. It trembled for an instant, and then counterattacked ten times more.

Han Yuan held Jiang Peng's ghost energy with his sword, and at the same time slapped You Liang with his palm, saying coldly: "Don't seek death under my nose, and make me suffer the thunder tribulation. Get out!"

You Liang's sword was visibly stained with black air. His face turned pale, but he was calm. He said quickly, "Senior, I'm here to deliver a letter. Xuanwu Hall, led by Bian Xu, has gathered a group of monks who have a deep hatred for you and are planning to kill you. These people are just a cover. They have a back-up plan. I don't know how they learned about your itinerary. Now a friend of mine is trying to delay time for you. You'd better leave quickly!"

In the time it took for these two sentences to pass, Han Yuan and Jiang Peng had already fought each other for more than a hundred rounds. Both of them had dark auras on their faces, and neither of them was willing to back down. Both were badly injured by the other, and neither of them listened to You Liang's words.

The two lunatics couldn't listen, but Li Yun was not deaf. His mind quickly changed - You Liang was a sword cultivator with a solitary temperament, and his so-called "friends" were at most the group in Tianyan. Now that Tianyan had suffered a severe blow and was falling apart, who would have the time to care about their affairs?

Except ochre!

This time Shuikeng reacted extremely quickly. She had been responsible for delivering messages to Zheshi and naturally had communication tools. Upon hearing this, she quickly took out a gray sparrow feather from her body. In just a few moments, one end of the feather had lost its vitality and dimmed!

Puddle: "It's really Brother Ochre!"

Li Yun shouted, "Han Yuan, stop!"

Han Yuan turned a deaf ear... Maybe he heard it, but the situation did not allow him to decide whether to stop or not.

A paper worm jumped the farthest and faithfully fed back the information it saw to Li Yun. Li Yun looked into the distance through its eyes and got goose bumps all over his body - he saw that less than five miles away from them, a huge formation was unfolding. There was no telling how many people's true essence was integrated into it and it was running. The formation was slowly closing!

Li Yun gritted his teeth and pulled down the wooden hairpin on his head, and the hairpin turned into a sword in his hand.

He would never want to use this thing unless it was absolutely necessary. This was left by Yan Zhengming for him to save his life, and it contained a sword of Yan Zhengming's soul.

As soon as the Yuanshen sword on Li Yun's wooden hairpin moved, Yan Zhengming felt it immediately.

However, he had no time to care about anything else at this moment. Just now, Cheng Qian fell down in front of him without any warning, as if he was enduring great pain. Cheng Qian's hand, which was clasped on the frost blade, unconsciously rested on the blade. In the dark, Yan Zhengming did not realize that he had cut himself unconsciously until he smelled the blood.

The Frost Blade sucked the blood of its master crazily, and was extremely excited, with a faint sense of backlash.

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian!"

Cheng Qian endured the severe pain and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Tang Zhen...he...is the soul that was cultivated in the Soul Devouring Lamp..."

The cause and effect quickly linked together in his mind - Tang Zhen, who had a low level of cultivation back then, was probably the same as them. He arrived at the center of the North Sea and followed the passage opened by these demon cultivators to enter the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain. However, before he could find the golden lotus leaf, he was knocked apart by the strong wind.

He should have died like those demon cultivators, with his soul torn apart, but fortunately or unfortunately, his soul was blown into the Soul-Devouring Lamp.

An ownerless soul-eating lamp with all its ghosts scattered.

Such a coincidence was like a blind turtle floating in a hole, and just like Cheng Qian's soul entering the Soul Gathering Jade at the moment of his death. Tang Zhen got this unique opportunity and survived with difficulty.

It is obvious that the Soul Devouring Lamp is a great evil, while the Soul Gathering Jade is a spiritual object that can help people practice. Tang Zhen must have suffered a thousand times more than Cheng Qian.

But he had no choice. Either he refined the Soul-Devouring Lamp, or the lamp would completely devour him.

In the end, Tang Zhen won. He cultivated his soul in the Soul-Devouring Lamp and became the lamp himself.

But this body is undoubtedly incomplete, because the Soul-Eating Lamp, as an evil creature, has been stained with countless sins since its birth. If it is to be completely refined into a physical body, what it will bring about is not a heavenly calamity, but the wrath of heaven.

When the sky gets angry, it can chop the entire secret realm of the Snow Mountain into firewood, and no living creature can survive it.

unless……

Cheng Qian's voice was barely audible, and he muttered to himself as if he was talking nonsense: "Why did these demon cultivators come to the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain back then..."

Legend has it that the golden lotus leaves of the Great Snow Mountain can wash away all the sins of the world.

Then, can it also wash away the sins of the Soul Devouring Lamp? Can it completely cleanse it and turn it into an ordinary spiritual object... just like the Soul Gathering Jade?

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think more deeply. Was it true that Tang Zhen was helpless against the little bird demon that carried his talisman, so he ran away?

It’s just a puppet talisman, Tang Zhen has hundreds of ways to bypass it.

Isn’t he afraid that after hearing the story, he will follow his old path to the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain to investigate the origin of the Soul-Devouring Lamp?

Or... Tang Zhen wanted him to come on purpose?

Cheng Qian felt cold all over, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. Before he could say anything, the Ting Qiankun in the inner palace suddenly lit up, and Cheng Qian's consciousness was pulled in. It seemed that Ting Qiankun was provoked, and it illuminated his inner palace with bright lights. Cheng Qian's injured soul could hardly open his eyes in the inner palace.

His spiritual sense was incredibly sensitive, and even faintly brought out the small section sealed in Yan Zhengming's wooden sword. Cheng Qian felt as if he was divided into two... no, three!

All his memories were spread out by some unknown external force, from Fuyao Mountain to Qinglong Island, page by page, without any detail. Then those scenes seemed to be arbitrarily tampered with by a hand. The brothers who depended on each other became hateful mortal enemies, and all the warmth turned into bone-chilling hatred.

On the one hand, Cheng Qian maintained his sanity under the dazzling light of Ting Qiankun and could clearly distinguish between reality and illusion. On the other hand, he was unable to suppress the hatred that seemed to arise from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, he seemed to have a third eye, looking back anxiously from the wooden sword.

There seemed to be a voice in the sea of ​​consciousness repeating over and over again: "Kill him - kill him -"

This is... the soul of painting!

When Tang Zhen returned his memory to him, he placed a painting soul in it.

Cheng Qian was sober, but could not resist the murderous intent that surged in his heart. He had no feeling at all when his palm was cut by the frosty blade.

Shang Wannian didn't actually trick him. Under normal circumstances, Ting Qiankun could indeed help him resist the painting soul. Moreover, he still had a small part of his soul in Yan Zhengming's wooden sword, so he would not be affected. But he happened to encounter the evil wind in the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain that could blow away the soul...

Cheng Qian no longer had time to think about whether this was a coincidence or someone had deliberately arranged it.