"Impossible..." Tang Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly remembered something, "No, how did you get rid of the painting soul?"

Cheng Qian smiled silently, and there was an indescribable meaning in that smile, as if there was a layer of strange vicissitudes floating on the surface, and underneath it was hidden the resentment that he was forcibly suppressing.

Yan Zhengming was startled, but before he could react, the ground beneath his feet began to shake violently - that's right, the golden lotus leaves are falling, and since the leaves have been picked, the Great Snow Mountain will of course collapse.

"No wonder," Cheng Qian pinched the small leaf and whispered, "If the one who came was a demon cultivator, then this leaf would only recognize the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, right? No wonder the Ten Thousand Demon Sect is also called 'Northern Dark Lord', it turns out there is such a meaning. Tang Zhen, have you ever heard of a precedent of a demon cultivator successfully ascending to heaven?"

Tang Zhen showed a proud and sarcastic smile on his face and said, "My friend, everything depends on human effort."

Only when he said this, he still vaguely remembered the way he said goodbye to Tong Ru at the foot of Fuyao Mountain more than two hundred years ago.

Cheng Qian looked at him quietly. Gradually, the anger and coldness on his face faded away, and a subtle self-mockery and sadness emerged. He seemed to be looking at Tang Zhen, but also seemed to be looking at something else through Tang Zhen.

His eyes were bleak, yet seemed to be filled with pity.

Normally, whenever Cheng Qian frowned, Yan Zhengming knew what he was going to say. At this moment, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that he saw a hint of despair in Cheng Qian's eyes.

Cheng Qian picked up the golden lotus leaf in his hand indifferently, and with little pity, he used his fingers to forcefully twist open the leaf that had not yet opened.

Tang Zhen's expression finally changed. He could no longer maintain his calm demeanor. His eyes were filled with the unique bloodiness of a demon cultivator. They were red and looked somewhat ferocious.

Tang Zhen: "Wait, what are you going to do?"

Cheng Qian said calmly: "There are so many things in this world that are made out of nothing, all because of your wishful thinking."

Tang Zhen: "No, you can't..."

Cheng Qian suddenly closed his palms without any warning, without any mercy at all, and the fragile golden lotus leaf immediately shattered in his palms.

Tang Zhen was stunned for a long while in disbelief, then suddenly let out an inhuman scream and rushed towards him almost madly.

He no longer bothered to conceal the demonic aura that was rising into the sky, and his entire body turned into a ball of black mist.

Yan Zhengming actually wanted to scream, because that was the Great Snow Mountain Golden Lotus Leaf, a treasure on earth that many people had never even heard of, how much the hell was it worth!

Cheng Qian, this prodigal son, actually crushed it!

These people who don’t need to support their families are so careless!

However, the secret realm was constantly collapsing, and there was an unknown demon in front of him. Cheng Qian seemed to be extremely unstable both physically and mentally. Although Yan Zhengming wanted him to kneel on a rolling pin for a month, he had no choice at this time. He had to pull Cheng Qian behind him and face Tang Zhen with a sword.

A loud noise was heard from deep within the secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain. In the distance, the huge ice layer began to crack in large areas.

Tang Zhen no longer looked like a gentleman. His eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and his face was shrouded in dark energy, which clearly showed that he had been possessed by evil spirits for a long time.

However, just as they started fighting, Yan Zhengming's sword hand was numbed by him, and Yan Zhengming was shocked - Han Yuan has never been qualified to compete for the North Ming, is it because he has no chance to defeat the previous North Ming Lord, or is it because of Tang Zhen?

And this is not his real body, just a ghost!

Several other ghost figures appeared from nowhere, with ice debris from the secret realm of the snow mountain on their bodies, and lined up neatly behind Tang Zhen.

Yan Zhengming did not dare to be careless. He stretched out his hand and made a hand seal, and the aura of the Origin Wooden Sword was fully opened. The powerful sword energy ignored the ice that kept falling around it and pressed towards Tang Zhen step by step.

At this moment, the Frost Blade came out of its sheath with a clang, and the cold air in the entire secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain seemed to be stirred up by the Frost Blade. While Yan Zhengming was holding Tang Zhen, Cheng Qian flashed past like a ghost. The sword shadows were strange, and the sword "Youwei" seemed to penetrate every hole, cutting off several ghost shadows behind Tang Zhen with one sword.

"Little devil, you are pushing me too far." Tang Zhen's face turned grim. The century-long arrangement was broken by Cheng Qian's palm. Tang Zhen was almost crazy. The sequelae of his soul being locked up with the Soul Devouring Lamp for a long time burst out without any buffer. "Do you really think that the wish-fulfilling stone on Fuyao Mountain is just for show?"

He flicked his sleeves and collided with Yan Zhengming's sword wind. The demonic energy torn by the sword energy seemed to have a sharp edge: "Can you kill me with just you?"

Tang Zhen laughed loudly: "The Golden Lotus Leaf was destroyed by you, I can still wait for the next one, but can you still wait?"

What does this mean? Yan Zhengming's mind quickly changed, but before he could figure it out, the next moment, the ghost possessed by Tang Zhen suddenly exploded without any warning, and the power was no less than that of an ordinary cultivator's self-destruction of his soul.

He ran away!

The crumbling secret realm of the Great Snow Mountain collapsed completely, and the sea waves like the collapse of heaven and earth rushed into the shattered secret realm. The ghost shadow of Tang Zhen in front of him fell apart in the water of the North Sea. Yan Zhengming only had time to grab Cheng Qian and barely isolated a protective true energy before he was buried under the water of the North Sea.

The pressure of the most demonic sea water in the world was too great to bear. Yan Zhengming's breathing stagnated, and for a moment he had the illusion that he was buried alive. Except for Cheng Qian who was tightly held by him, Yan Zhengming seemed to be cut off from everything around him, and he could not even feel the sword of his soul.

The people in the water could not float up. The incomparable pressure of the sea water was like an inescapable hand, pushing them to the bottom of the North Sea.

At the same time, Li Yun, who was thousands of miles away, felt that the sword of Yuanshen in his hand became lighter. The glowing sword energy flashed twice and then dimmed, as if the connection with its master had been severed.

Li Yun was startled at first, then his face suddenly turned pale: "Big Brother, something happened!"

Shuikeng, who had not yet recovered from the gray bird feathers in his hands, said in shock: "Second Brother, what did you say? Don't scare me!"

Li Yun, who was eloquent just now, suddenly became incoherent: "This sword of the soul... was left to me by him. I can feel that the connection has suddenly been cut off..."

A sharp explosion sounded in the air, interrupting Li Yun's words. Li Yun was startled, and when he looked up, he saw that Han Yuan and Jiang Peng had stopped at the same time and separated. The people outside had already set up the formation, which looked particularly familiar - it was actually a demon-slaying formation that was exactly the same as the one at the foot of Taiyin Mountain!

The black clouds rolled over the sky. The disciples of the White Tiger Villa had never seen such a scene before. They retreated in surprise. Then a huge knife shadow fell from the sky and pointed directly at Han Yuan. Han Yuan did not dodge or avoid it. He looked up at the knife light in the clouds, sneered, and then flew up to meet it.

"This is not right!" Li Yun thought with a dry throat, "Doesn't Bian Xu know that Tian Yanchu used the Demon Slaying Formation on Han Yuan? Is he really old and confused? Why would he use the same trick again on such a thing?"

Jiang Peng suddenly lost his opponent. He looked up at the sky full of swords and sabers, but for some reason he did not press on to win.

With just a crisp sound, the demon-slaying sword formed by black clouds faced the dragon. The wind from the sword was everywhere, and the top of the mountain closest to the two of them was flattened in an instant. Wind and thunder surged, and tiny sparks burst out from the scales of the dragon's body, stretching out like a string of fireworks under the wind from the sword.

Han Yuan was in the sky, and said with a smile: "There are more than one place in the world where the Sword of the Soul can lose contact with its owner. Your senior brother might have gone into some rat hole. Li Yun, why are you making such a fuss?"

Li Yun's eyebrows jumped, and he keenly heard something from his voice.

"Who in this world can harm him more than he has done for thousands of years?" Han Yuan said, "I think you should stop worrying about nothing."

Li Yun raised his head, the flashing swords and shadows made him unable to open his eyes. He wanted to ask the demon dragon rolling in the sky, why was it so confident in its tone, was it just comforting himself, or did it really see some clues from the Three Lives Secret Realm?

What did Han Yuan see in the Three Lives Secret Realm outside the Ten Directions Platform that day?

However, before he could open his mouth, outside the Demon-Slaying Formation, the huge flag of the Xuanwu Hall rose up in the wind, fluttering in the wind. At the center of the formation, a group of people led by Bian Xu walked straight towards them.

The crazy Soul Devouring Lamp Jiang Peng seemed to have suddenly become a different person. He stood there quietly, his thin face flickering in the light of the sword in the Demon Slaying Formation. He murmured, "Alas, this Xuanwu Hall Master - with such a narrow mind, no wonder he is so old, but the 'power' of the world is unwilling to fall on him."

The dragon held the long sword of the demon-slaying formation on its shoulder, narrowed its eyes slightly, and looked at Bian Xu.

Without waiting for him to speak, the elder of White Tiger Villa jumped out and charged into battle, pointing at Bian Xu's nose and scolding: "What do you mean by this? You are the leader of Xuanwu Hall, but you are the first to go back on your word. I think you are worse than those ragtag demons!"

The dragon in the sky snorted in anger when he heard this attack that didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

Bian Xu said coldly, "That was the oath you made with the Fuyao faction from the White Tiger Villa. I did not agree to it. Your Villa changes its attitude as fast as turning the pages of a book. As soon as Master Shang learned that his life was coming to an end, he immediately found a great backer for you. He is really devoted to the Villa... Why is your great backer, Sect Master Yan, not here?"

The elder of White Tiger Villa jumped up and said, "You are simply possessed!"

Bian Xu's face was calm: "My only son died, my mind is stagnant, and my cultivation will never be able to make any further progress. My life span is only 10 to 20 years. This is one of the Four Saints... Now I have nothing, what am I afraid of?"

Han Yuan transformed into a human figure with his arms across his chest, and fell slightly from the air: "Do you blame me?"

Elder Baihu glared at the troublemaker, Demon Dragon, and continued, "Killing someone means paying with one's life. Brother Bian, this Demon Dragon cannot redeem his crime even if he is cut into pieces. However, he still has to clean up the mess in Southern Xinjiang. Xuanwu Hall has always been glorious and clear. Even if it is for the welfare of the people..."

"The welfare of the people..." Bian Xu smiled softly, "When you killed my son, why didn't you think about the fact that Xuanwu Hall is also the ruler of a region? Why didn't you mention whose welfare?"

Elder Baihu was speechless for a moment.

Bian Xu didn't give him another chance to speak, and said grimly: "Kill the demon dragon, and I will take care of these demon cultivators myself!"

As he said that, he didn't wait for anyone, rushed into the Demon Slaying Formation with his sword across his chest, and pounced on Han Yuan. Han Yuan was naturally no pushover, and just as he was about to fight back, the Blood Oath Seal on the back of his hand suddenly flashed, and the black clouds in the sky began to roll as if in warning, and the Demon Slaying Formation was ready to move.

Han Yuan cursed inwardly and fell from the sky. Everyone from the White Tiger Villa immediately came to meet him. The clarity that had just flashed across Jiang Peng's face disappeared again, as if someone had briefly attached himself to him and flew away again. Jiang Peng screamed strangely, and once again there were only the words "Beiming" in his eyes. Thousands of ghosts followed him and blocked Han Yuan's way.

The righteous fought against the righteous, the evil fought against the evil, in such a chaotic battle that it was impossible to tell who was who.

At this moment, there was a slight buzzing sound all around, and something seemed to flash quickly around the demon-slaying formation, and it was covered by the noise if you didn't pay attention. But others didn't hear it, but Shuikeng did. Although she had no idea what it was, her hair stood up instinctively.

Shuikeng opened his eyes wide and saw that Han Yuan's temper was unbearable. He risked being struck back by a bolt of lightning and slapped the old Bian Xu away with a palm.

Bian Xu was slapped back by the enraged demon, and vomited blood on the spot. But something strange happened, the blood oath seal on Han Yuan's hand did not backfire.

This means...what?

Could it be that in just a short period of time, Bian Xu had gone possessed and was no longer protected by the blood oath?

Han Yuan was stunned at first, then he looked up at Bian Xu in doubt: "What did you do?"

Bian Xu slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, and his face shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dense wrinkles crept up the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, as if an invisible knife was slashing at his face. There was a flash of blood in his eyes, and a circle of strange talismans floated on his body like a totem.

"What is that thing?" the elder of White Tiger Villa murmured.

Han Yuan said nothing and tightened his grip on the heavy sword.

The next moment, Bian Xu suddenly opened his arms and raised them up. His gray hair fell down like fallen petals. His voice was as hoarse as a cuckoo crying blood, and he roared to the sky: "Oh my God—"

As soon as these two words came out, Li Yun's hair stood on end: "He wants to offer a sacrifice?"

Sacrifice is one of the most sinister curses. Any mortal who uses sacrifice can kill people invisibly. The power of the curse is passed down from generation to generation, let alone Bian Xu, one of the four saints in the past.

Once this technique is accomplished, his body, hair, soul, descendants, and lifelong foundation will all be wiped out.

Elder Baihu roared incomprehensibly, "He wants to sacrifice himself just for his useless son? Is it really that necessary?"

No……

The life span of a monk is long enough, and the relationship between children and relatives is weak. If they want, can't they have another child? As the master of Xuanwu Hall, there will be countless people willing to commit themselves to him.

He did it for the glory of his past life, but for the Xuanwu Hall in the West Mountain today.

In the past, when Bian Xu spoke, everyone admired him. But now, he couldn't even get the justice he wanted when his own son was killed.

He was trapped between the past and the present, and was crushed by the decline of prosperity.

Is the person Bian Xu hates the most really Han Yuan, who murdered his son?

Or is Han Yuan just his excuse?

At this point, all of this cannot be verified.

Han Yuan immediately rushed towards Bian Xu, trying to interrupt him before he could complete the sacrifice.

At this time, a black shadow rushed out from nowhere, and Jiang Peng in the Soul-Eating Lamp appeared to block Han Yuan's way. In an instant, the Black Dragon Heavy Sword had collided with the ghost three or four times in succession.

Han Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Peng: "You are not Jiang Peng, who are you!"

A strange smile appeared on Jiang Peng's face.

"Who am I?" "Jiang Peng" laughed, "You'll never be able to guess it even if you kill me—"

Bian Xu was not affected by them at all, and bowed down in worship: "Hou Tu!"

Li Yun: "What are you all standing there for? Stop him!"

You Liang's soul swords suddenly gathered into a cluster and rushed towards Bian Xu. Shuikeng held the sparrow feather that had turned completely gray in his hand, gritted his teeth, revealed the body of a red crane, and wrapped in the Samadhi True Fire, rolling towards the large group of ghosts to clear the way for the sword light.

"Jiang Peng" laughed softly, and Han Yuan's hair stood up.

Han Yuan blocked the puddle, accurately grasped Tong He's long neck, and threw her behind him. The next moment, there was a loud bang in the air, and a ghost suddenly exploded. The five or six White Tiger Villa disciples around it had no time to dodge, and their bodies were blown apart in the blink of an eye.

"Jiang Peng" looked up with a smile, looked at Han Yuan, and made the sound of "bang" with his mouth.

Han Yuan transformed into a demon dragon, and the demonic energy that had originally frightened people hastily formed a protective layer, wrapping everyone in it.

The next moment, the ghosts in the air exploded one after another, like thunder, which was much sharper than the sword lights and shadows in the half-baked demon-slaying formation. However, after a moment, Han Yuan could no longer maintain his demon dragon form. He returned to human form like a kite with a broken string and fell from the sky.

His Panlong robe was drenched in blood, and this time it really became what Elder Baihu called "rags".

Han Yuan gloomily waved away the hand that Shui Puddle wanted to help him, and barely used the heavy sword to support his body and stand up straight.

All of a hundred thousand mountains in Shu suddenly began to shake restlessly. Bian Xu rose madly into the air and shouted, "My bloody body—"

His old skin exploded like a torn bag, and his whole body turned into a bloody skeleton, revealing scarlet muscles and white bones, like a bloody corpse that had been skinned alive.

But he was still unaware: "Soul——"

The corpse, which was only left with flesh and blood, also exploded with a loud bang. A ball of light that seemed to be the purple palace of a cultivator was surging slightly in the air. Bian Xu's soul was sitting in it, with a thick bloody aura surrounding him.

Bian Xu could no longer speak with his mouthpiece, and a roar as loud as a bell burst out from his exposed inner palace: "Three souls and seven spirits!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the sacrifice was completed, the shadow of the Soul-Eating Lamp in the air suddenly disappeared, and a large group of ghosts suddenly flew away like parting birds. Bian Xu's inner palace suspended in the air shrank violently into a point, and then exploded.

When Gu Yanxue died, the East China Sea was turbulent for a whole day and night. Bian Xu was so unknown among the Four Saints during his lifetime, but after his death, he was more earth-shaking than anyone else.

The entire Shu area used this place as its stronghold, and the invisible impact surged in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

The mountains were collapsing, and the birds, beasts, insects and fish had no time to escape. The villages in the mountains seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, and were submerged in the endless darkness in large areas. Fresh resentful souls were boiling everywhere, and the phantom of the Soul-Eating Lamp appeared and disappeared in the sky, as if a feast had been held.

The sun and moon were no longer visible on earth. It seemed as if only that one lamp filled with evil spirits remained, continuously absorbing ghosts from all directions.

Han Yuan's pupils contracted violently.

He could not deny his indiscriminate killing. Countless monks outside the Vermillion Bird Tower died in his hands. Han Yuan understood that even if he was torn to pieces at this moment, it was all because of his crime.

But the monks reap what they sow, so why should the mortals living here suffer such an unexpected disaster?

The faces that were sucked into the Soul Devouring Lamp flashed before him one by one, and Han Yuan's pupils almost shrank into a tiny dot.

The karma that Tong Ru had sown back then finally came to fruition in such a cruel way.

Jiang Peng, who had originally stopped Han Yuan, stretched out his arms and smiled as if he had gotten what he wanted. He was bathed in unspeakable killing, opened his arms, and let Bian Xu's forbidden technique crush him.

Jiang Peng's body fell apart like a zombie, revealing a ghostly shadow along with the soul-calming lamp.

Puddle covered his mouth and recognized who the ghost was.

The next moment, the rolling forbidden technique was crushing towards them. Han Yuan pushed the puddle away desperately, then he transformed into a dragon again, roared and screamed, his body stretched out like a million miles of mountain ridges and city walls, turned a huge circle on the spot, and connected the ends, trying to use his flesh and blood body to forcibly block the forbidden technique left by Bian Xu.

Tang Zhen's eyes in the Soul-Eating Lamp met Han Yuan's. Tang Zhen smiled gently and shook his head.

Then he stretched out his hand to make a claw, and a sharp claw made of ghost shadows fell from the air and directly pierced into the body of the dragon.