These stupid demon cultivators have brains as small as broad beans, so they can probably only think about one thing in their entire lives.

Unlike humans, whose hearts are filled with love, hate, and vengeance, and no matter how many changes they make, they are not enough. The heart is always busy and changes at any time, and can be completely unrecognizable in the blink of an eye.

Han Yuan's dragon body was stretched to its limit by Bian Xu's ever-expanding sacrifice technique, and began to burst out of its flesh and blood. At the same time, as if to share the pain, his split soul began to curse itself.

The inner demon taunted, "You don't need to talk about others. Hey, at the end of last month, you were still clamoring to kill everyone in the world. Now, the moon hasn't even come full this month, but when you heard that you weren't expelled from the sect, you became a saint who worries about the world. Tsk... your face changes faster than a woman's menstrual discharge. The style of the demon dragon has been washed away by your fickle menstrual discharge."

Han Yuan replied: "If the menstrual water of any month can wash you away, I will find a place to become a monk and eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha for the rest of my life... Damn it, you hold me up for a while, I can't hold on any longer!"

The inner demon snorted, and actually took over his body as he was told.

Suddenly, the boundary between Han Yuan's two souls began to become less clear.

Tang Zhen indifferently threw the bird's corpse aside, along with his own body that had been buried in the snow-capped mountains many years ago and still had its bright red feathers on it, as if he was throwing away a handful of years' worth of garbage.

He retracted his hand that was burned by the backlash of his puppet talisman, and looked at the puddle with murderous eyes: "Trouble."

Then, Tang Zhen resolutely abandoned the ghost that was injured by his puppet talisman. At the same time, his soul was injected into the infinite ghosts around him. All the terrifying ghosts opened their eyes at the same time. Men, women, old and young, all had the same grim and paranoid look. What appeared in front of everyone was like a bizarre nightmare.

Li Yun had already realized the danger. He immediately flew his sword towards the still unconscious puddle, grabbed Tonghe's slender legs, and pulled her to the side from the air like a sack. At the same time, he opened the storage bag in his arms, quickly took out a handful of something, and threw it out one after another, like a scattering of flowers.

Before she finished this series of actions, the ghost shadow that was originally closest to the puddle exploded and just passed by her. If it weren't for Li Yun's quick reaction, the puddle would not have been killed, but the puppet talisman in her hand that could only block one fatal damage would have been ineffective.

Tang Zhen turned his back on his friends and denied his past self in such a decisive way.

The self-destructing ghost shadow also blew up the things that Li Yun threw into the sky. For a moment, countless messy, colorful potions and talismans were flying in the sky. Large paper grasshoppers were like rain, and a whirlwind of locust plague was swept into the air. An army of insects of all sizes bravely cut in line from the ghost shadow. Although they had almost no attack power, they were enough to disrupt the vision and hearing.

During this gap, a bottle of fossil water was sprayed on Han Yuan without missing a drop, briefly turning the dragon's almost torn body into a hard, crack-free stone like a city wall.

Han Yuan suddenly felt cold from head to toe, and felt like he couldn't move at all. He roared in anger, "Li Yun, which side are you on? If you don't want to help, it's fine, but can you please stop making trouble?"

Li Yun grabbed the puddle and ran for his life, replying, "I'll help you hold on for a while, why are you yelling?"

Han Yuan: "Stones can also crack! What on earth are you thinking, you bastard!"

Speaking of this, Li Yun was a little proud: "Haha, don't worry, this fossil water is taken from Tianshan rock, it is definitely stronger than you."

He even started shouting!

Han Yuan: "What if I can't change back? Should I fill up the Hundred Thousand Shu Mountains with a 'Longworm Mountain'?"

Li Yun sighed with a sad face: "Oh my God, little junior brother, you just have to make do. You are about to be chopped into pieces. It's good enough to be alive. You still dare to care about what you are made of... Oh no!"

Tang Zhen rolled up his sleeves in anger, and a spooky ghostly aura spread out. All the grasshoppers jumping in the sky kicked their legs and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

At this moment, Shuikeng suddenly broke free from his hand, spread its wings and rushed to the top of a mountain on one side at an incredible speed. Her whole body suddenly expanded, and the bones all over her body made terrible noises. Her body was violently stretched in an instant, and her tail swept across ten feet. In the blink of an eye, she was running towards the adult red crane.

An ancient mythical bird descended onto the flattened rock, with wings that could block out the sky and the sun. Endless flames were blown up by the wind, forming a silhouette against the gloomy sky, like an indescribable legend.

Li Yun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the three thousand year old demon pill. He felt a chill in his heart and shouted, "Han Tan, what have you done!"

Shuikeng had no time to pay attention. The demon king's inner elixir seemed to be expanding her whole body into a ball. Her bones and muscles were infinitely stretched. Every inch of her underage half-demon body seemed to be suffering from the pain of skinning and cramps. She wished she could lie on the ground and roll herself into a ball of mud.

Wind and thunder surged in the sky, with hidden power, intending to kill the bird that overestimated its own strength right away.

The eldest senior brother gave her the demon pill of the demon king, obviously treating her as a human. If a person has a hundred years of experience, he should naturally know the importance of things. Unexpectedly, even after peeling off the human skin, she is still a reckless bird in essence.

The moment the thunder fell, Shuikeng began to regret her impulsiveness. She thought to herself: "If I act impulsively, I might die."

She thought she would be in pain and fear, but in fact she was not. In the fire and thunder, the puddle seemed to see the corpse of the mixed-haired bird. She thought: "I should have died a long time ago. If I hadn't been escorted by my mother when I was born, if I hadn't been suppressed by the soul of my master when I broke out of the shell, if I hadn't been protected by my master and fellow apprentices for so many years, I would have either become a big bad guy as crazy as Tang Zhen, or I would have been dead long ago."

She felt that she was able to live safely to this day just by luck, and it was enough.

So he jumped into the sacrificial method that was blocked by Han Yuan.

The violent power of the sacrifice technique surged, along with thunder and fire, and was added to her. Tong He was in it, like a painting left over from the ancient times. Thousands of ghost shadows stopped at the same time for unknown reasons, as if this scene evoked distant memories of the past.

Suddenly, the dying puppet talisman on Shuikeng's neck burst out with a strong light, and withstood the attack bravely. The countless delicate grooves in the talisman shone brightly, as if someone had placed the deepest and most tortuous feelings in it.

Tang Zhen felt as if something in his heart, which had been dead for many years, suddenly broke, indicating that a puppet talisman connected to him had died.

He had long since broken his heart and lost all ties with friends, but a small talisman he left behind was still performing its duty, saving the relatives whom its owner had disowned from certain death.

Shuikeng only felt as if he had rushed through a painful narrow path and experienced the process of breaking out of the shell again.

A breath of moist air suddenly rushed into her lungs, and her limbs were stretched to the extreme in an instant. The three thousand year old inner elixir of the only demon king in history who died of natural causes began to rotate properly in her inner palace. The red crane looked up to the sky and let out a long cry, and spread its newly grown wings like a cloud that was about to disappear.

As she roared, all the ominous ghosts could not help but make way for the Phoenix Houyi. The Samadhi True Fire surged out, wanting to burn all the unclean things in the world, and a huge circle of fire fell in the formation trapped by Han Yuan, constantly eroding and consuming the huge destructive power of Bian Xu's sacrifice technique.

Tang Zhen's brief confusion gradually disappeared from the faces of those ghosts, and the black energy began to surge in his eyes again. The ghosts spoke together in a grim voice: "I have a deep connection with the Fuyao Sect, and we have a good relationship. I don't want to take the lives of you youngsters, but since you insist on seeking death..."

Tang Zhen - Tang Zhen, who was attached to thousands of ghost shadows, suddenly raised his arms at the same time, and countless black air surged out from the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, giving people an illusion that the world itself contained infinite filth, and the slightest disturbance could cause trouble.

Han Yuan couldn't help but take a deep breath as the demonic energy seeped into his body. The demonic energy that had originally calmed down suddenly surged onto the half-petrified face of the demon dragon, and the dragon's eyes were filled with an indescribable horrible blood color.

Han Yuan barely suppressed his instincts, struggled to regain his composure, and shouted, "Everyone go away! Hurry up!"

This overwhelming demonic energy was so frightening that Li Yun suddenly began to believe Tang Zhen's words.

Could it be that the karma of those millions of resentful souls really fell upon him?

Is there really something in the dark that is indiscriminately helping this big devil?

Where is justice?

Tang Zhen laughed out loud, "Do you really think that your sect's wise and powerful master was strangled by the Four Saints just because he accidentally went astray? There are so many demon cultivators in the world, why don't they hunt them down one by one? I'll tell you why Tong Ru's crime is unforgivable, because Fuyao Mountain has been suppressing the Heart Demon Valley since ancient times, so that the pure energy of the world and the demonic energy can offset each other. That 'Wish Come True Stone' is the transformation of countless demons in the world, and it has been suppressed on the No Regrets Platform. He released it one day by stealing. Over the years, there have been so many wars and famines, and so many great men in the world have gone astray. All of this is due to the subtle influence of the Heart Demon Valley that was unsealed in the past hundred years. Demon Dragon, to be honest, in just a hundred years, you have advanced to this level of cultivation, which can be regarded as borrowing the shadow of your ancestors."

Li Yun: "You farted——"

The Yuanshen sword in his hand, which had been silent for a long time, was suddenly stained with a thin sword light. Li Yun felt the sword moving abnormally, and when he looked down, he almost burst into tears on the spot. He suddenly felt confident again.

Li Yun released the Yuanshen Sword without hesitation and said to You Liang who was struggling with many ghosts: "That sword cultivator, take it!"

Upon hearing this, You Liang took the Yuanshen Sword in his hand. The sword was so powerful when it was sheathed that the moment You Liang touched the sword, he almost felt that he had glimpsed a new realm. He shouted "good" and decisively drew his sword, sweeping away the large number of ghost shadows blocking his way.

Tang Zhen was startled and retreated in a hurry, but You Liang, who had upgraded his weapon to a cannon, chased him all the way with a sword, until the sword was completely infected by the evil spirit and dimmed. Most of the ghosts that were unable to dodge were actually eliminated.

Tang Zhen's expression changed several times, staring sinisterly at the young swordsman not far away, but he was talking about Yan Zhengming and the others: "They managed to escape from the North Sea... But so what?"

You Liang's pupils shrank.

Tang Zhen raised his hands, and many ghosts came out from his palms. Tang Zhen looked at the sword that had lost its energy with contempt: "Can you catch up? Can you kill them all?"

Logically, Yan Zhengming and the others really couldn't catch up.

Only when you are on the road does the land of Kyushu seem so vast and boundless.

Yan Zhengming frowned and said, "Oh no! Li Yun just used the Yuan Shen Sword I gave him."

Cheng Qian said, "There is a way, but I don't know if it will work. Anyway, I can't catch up with him if I fly back on my sword, so we might as well try it out."

Yan Zhengming: “What…”

Cheng Qian raised his hand and pulled the leader seal off his neck, and said quickly: "Heart Demon Valley, remember? One of the meanings of the existence of Fuyao Mountain is to suppress the Heart Demon Valley. There must be a passage in the leader seal that leads to the Heart Demon Valley. Let's go from there."

Yan Zhengming was confused and said, "Go to the Heart Demon Valley? What do you mean? Isn't the Heart Demon Valley in the back mountain?"

"The Heart Demon Valley is only sealed in the back mountain," Cheng Qian said, "It is everywhere. Wherever there are people, there are desires, and there are passages leading to the Heart Demon Valley. Although this area is sparsely populated, the evil spirit of Xuanwu Hall has not dissipated. You can try to open the seal of the headmaster. Whether it succeeds or not is up to fate."

Yan Zhengming knew that he was restricted by the ban and could not explain the whole story, so he did not ask him how he knew these things. He believed him unconditionally and used his spiritual sense to open the leader's seal.

In an instant, they both felt a black screen before their eyes, and a familiar darkness surged in, carrying with it the remaining evil spirit in the ice field, and the two disappeared on the spot.

Cheng Qian lost consciousness for a short moment, but soon came to his senses and was supported in the darkness. A faint light appeared at his side, and he knew without looking that it was the night pearls wholesaled by the senior brother.

The Heart Demon Valley seemed different from the last time the two of them came here. The demonic energy lingering inside was so thick that it was almost choking. When people walked in it, it seemed that all their negative emotions were being brought out.

Yan Zhengming's heart sank. Sword cultivators are always accompanied by a strong sense of hostility throughout their lives, and are always more susceptible to these influences.

He managed to calm himself down and asked, "What's going on?"

Cheng Qian calmed down and said as he walked, "Do you remember when Tong Ru went to the No Regrets Stage and asked for the Wish-fulfilling Stone? Although Tong Ru was possessed at the time, he was not insane. After asking for the stone, he must have re-sealed the Heart Demon Valley. Unfortunately, without that crucial stone, the seal must not be as strong as it was at the beginning. It just so happened that when we broke the Demon Slayer Formation last time, we tore a hole in it by chance."

Although Yan Zhengming was disturbed by the Heart Demon Valley, he was not stupid. He reacted immediately after hearing the words: "I thought we would be fine if we left there! So Tang Zhen knew it at that time, but not only did he not remind me, he was secretly drawing the magic energy from the Heart Demon Valley when he was staying in Fuyao Mountain? Right... I invited him here, how could I be so good at letting a wolf into the house?"

Yan Zhengming spoke faster and faster, and when he got anxious, he could hardly suppress his anger. He grabbed Cheng Qian's arm, his fingers almost digging into his flesh. He was filled with frustration and irritability, and there was a faint mark between his eyebrows: "Damn it, you are not allowed to leave my sight!"

Cheng Qian entered the Dao with his heart. Even though his state of mind was shaken by Ting Qiankun's inheritance, it was more stable than his. He didn't bother to argue with his eldest brother who was in a mad dog state. He silently recited the Pure and Tranquil Sutra and said, "If he hadn't deliberately revealed some flaws when he was interrogating Han Yuan, and Shang Wannian hadn't reminded me that I was infected by the Painting Soul, who would be on guard against an old friend? Calm down, we need to go directly to the back mountain of Fuyao from here, and we need the help of the headmaster's seal."

Yan Zhengming took a deep breath and suddenly pushed the seal in his hand out. Thousands of stars suddenly appeared in the seal, as if the entire brilliant galaxy was spread out in the Heart Demon Valley, temporarily settling all the restlessness around him.

Yan Zhengming's buzzing brain calmed down a little, and he realized that Cheng Qian's sleeve had been torn by him. Fortunately, the cultivator had his true energy to protect his body, and Cheng Qian himself was much stronger than his clothes.

He coughed awkwardly: "I...that..."

Cheng Qian continued, "You sword cultivators are born with a disease. You explode when you ignite. I know that. You don't need to explain. It's important to find a way out quickly."

Yan Zhengming chuckled, then pressed his consciousness into the master's seal with ease, and quickly searched for everything related to the Heart Demon Valley.

However, the information in the master's seal was too complex, and the spiritual consciousness of all previous masters resonated uncomfortably with him, leaving Yan Zhengming confused for a moment.

At this time, in the mountains of Shu, Tang Zhen commanded many ghosts to roar down, and the forbidden technique left by Bian Xu suddenly increased, forcing the Samadhi True Fire in the puddle to one side.

At this critical moment, Han Yuan's body suddenly flashed. After all, he was the body of a demon dragon, and was only one step away from being Lord Bei Ming. Even though Li Yun, the Nine-Ring Link, had entered the realm of the primordial spirit, it was quite difficult for the fossil water he created to freeze him for a while.

The effect of the potion is gradually wearing off.

If the petrification was released at this time, Han Yuan would inevitably be blown up by the forbidden technique.

He finally stopped worrying about the material: "I can't hold on any longer, Li Yun, give me another bottle!"

Li Yun shouted in despair: "No!"

After yelling, Li Yun closed his eyes with tears in his eyes, thinking: "My dear, can you still make it in time, Senior Brother?"

As the petrification on Han Yuan's body began to recede, the increasingly unsuppressible forbidden technique tore his body apart more fiercely, and blood appeared between each of Han Yuan's scales.

Yan Zhengming's consciousness was in a state of panic in the Sect Leader's Seal, when the Eight Diagrams Plate in his hand, which represented the blood oath, suddenly flashed. The blood oath was signed by Fuyao and Shang Wannian, but the main body was Han Yuan. Han Yuan naturally had no ability to break the blood oath, which could only mean that he would soon meet his ancestors.

Yan Zhengming broke out in a cold sweat, but the sect leader's seal could only be obtained through the spiritual consciousness of successive sect leaders, so he couldn't ask Cheng Qian for help.

At this moment, Tong Ru, who had been possessed by him several times in the Master Seal, suddenly appeared in front of him. Unlike before, this time Yan Zhengming had an illusion that Tong Ru was not an illusion or a memory, but could see him.

Tong Ru's remaining consciousness waved to him, and Yan Zhengming followed involuntarily.

Tong Ru was seen passing through countless doors, with countless divine consciousness as vast as smoke and dust, and without saying a word, brought Yan Zhengming to a big door. There was an extremely clear red seal on the door, which was exactly the same as the demon-killing seal that Wu Changtian brought to threaten him.

The door was ajar, with a crack in the middle. The endless demonic energy in the Heart Demon Valley escaped from here. Tong Ru stopped, nodded to Yan Zhengming, and then disappeared on the spot.

Yan Zhengming tentatively reached out his hand and gently pushed along the crack.

The door opened with a bang.

He immediately pulled his consciousness out of the Sect Leader's Seal, and saw clouds surging in the air. Countless stars revealed in the Sect Leader's Seal were being sucked into a huge vortex. In just a moment, those stars were washed away, and a black door appeared in front of him and Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming was overjoyed: "This is it, let's go!"

The two of them jumped into the gate. At the same time, Yan Zhengming, as the head of the sect, tore down the closure order of Fuyao Mountain, and the entire Fuyao Mountain reappeared on the earth.

In Shuzhong, Han Yuan completely changed from a stone state back to a flesh and blood body. He felt as if countless needles were nailed to the ground. He felt pain everywhere. The pain was so numb that he couldn't help but think: "I am a Yuanshen cultivator after all. If I die, will my Yuanshen return to my hometown?"

An indescribable demonic aura was spreading over Fuyao Mountain. The Blood Oath Bagua Plate in Yan Zhengming's hand flashed more and more frequently. The two of them flew straight over countless stone steps in the dense forest. Before they arrived, a sword had already been chopped down from the air. The guest room where Tang Zhen had lived and the entire courtyard were torn apart. The courtyard was like accumulated water after rain, with a thick layer of stagnant and incomprehensible black clouds. The heavy bluestone slabs in the courtyard were cut open by Yan Zhengming's sword, revealing a large stone underneath - the Ice Heart Fire of Zhaoyang City, which was cold on the outside but hot on the inside.

There was a corpse inside, it was Liu Lang. His chest was flickering, as if there was a small flame. Tang Zhen actually hid the true body of the Soul-Eating Lamp in Liu Lang's corpse!

In Shu, the forbidden technique was stimulated by the evil spirit and fiercely broke through the fire circle of the puddle. The fiery red feathers were scattered everywhere, as if there was a rain of kapok flowers. There were ghosts everywhere, and the claws of the evil dragon dug into the center of the earth. Han Yuan found that he could no longer quarrel with himself. The two separate consciousnesses in his body had merged into one at some point.

At the top of Fuyao Mountain, the sword energy wrapped in wind and frost in the frost blade went straight into the ice heart fire, and the "subtle" sword intent poured into the heart of the stone from the gap, breaking a hole in it from a corner. Seeing the protective layer being pried open, "Liu Lang's body" twitched in fear, turned around and turned into a black wind, and tried to escape.

"Xiao Qian, get out of the way!"

Yan Zhengming's sword arrived, and the sheathed sword revealed its hidden edge like a whirlwind.

One sword frosted fourteen states, and the entire Fuyao Mountain was shaking because of it—