Chapter 668: The real culprit behind the scenes, a surprising reversal
Early July, Lanruo Temple.
The traces of the previous baptism of thunder have completely disappeared, and instead, it is dotted with many red lanterns and the fragrance of cosmetics.
The female ghosts were dancing in the hall, some of them still had blood stains on the corners of their mouths. Stimulated by the blood, they danced more happily, and their giggles came one after another, which made people imagine a lot.
The tree demon grandma sat upright in the hall, squinting her eyes and smiling without saying a word.
At midnight, gusts of evil wind suddenly blew up, and a black shadow flew into Lanruo Temple. Seeing the beautiful female ghosts dancing around, he couldn't help but licking his lower lips with his tongue.
The appearance of the Black Mountain Old Demon was definitely not good-looking. He was wearing a black robe, had a green face and fangs, and looked very ferocious. There was a faint green light flashing in his eyes, as if there were ghost fires burning in them.
The moment he appeared, all the female ghosts showed expressions of avoidance and fear.
"Grandma, what day is today? Why is it so lively?"
The Black Mountain Demon couldn't help but ask, his voice was very hoarse, as if two rough rocks were rubbing and colliding.
The tree demon grandmother smiled slightly and said, "The day I kill you."
The Black Mountain Old Demon was stunned for a moment, then showed a bit of annoyance, frowned, and said angrily: "Old locust tree, if you have the guts, can you say it again?"
No matter what, he is also a lord of the underworld who rules the Netherworld and dominates the City of the Dead. He is a great Yang God demon who has practiced for thousands of years. Although the tree demon is also a Yang God, he is only in the early stage, but he had entered the late stage three hundred years ago.
Although he has not yet become an immortal, looking around the world, except for a few people, he does not take anyone else seriously.
The tree demon grandma of Lanruo Temple has some strength, but that's all.
The tree demon grandmother smiled faintly, and the voice was no longer androgynous, but a warm and clear masculine voice.
"Heishan, take a look at me, who am I?"
When the Black Mountain Old Demon heard the voice, he was shocked. He once turned into a crow and went to the palace to steal the soul of Empress Changsun, but was caught up by a young Taoist priest and tried to snatch it back.
Later, the young Taoist priest's reputation grew, and now he has even become an immortal, reaching the pinnacle of heaven and overlooking the world .
"Li Daoxuan!!!"
There was a hint of fear in his hoarse and dull voice.
Then, the tree demon grandma transformed into a handsome Taoist priest in white clothes and a golden belt. She still looked the same as before, but her eyes had become darker and deeper.
It made the Black Mountain Demon shudder.
Without any hesitation, he turned around and was about to escape. However, when he turned around, he was horrified to find that there was no female ghost at all. It was clearly the Black and White Impermanence, the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Impermanence, and even the King of Hell of the Ten Courts of Hell had come in person.
And Lanruo Temple also turned into the underworld.
"Heishan, you occupied the City of the Dead and killed countless people. Do you know your crime?"
King Qin Guang, one of the Ten Kings of Hell, shouted angrily. He glared with his eyebrows raised and held the tablet in front of his chest with both hands. He hated evil and hated evil the most. Most importantly, the City of Wrongful Death was originally under his jurisdiction.
The Black Mountain Old Demon was originally a spirit that cultivated through cultivation in a Yin Mountain in the underworld. Having witnessed the power of these ghosts and gods, he was now greatly shocked and terrified.
"Fake, all fake!"
"It must be your illusion!"
Heishan gritted his teeth, ignored the ghosts and gods, and flew outside.
However, a chain with a faint light flew out, as if suppressing some kind of rules, and easily tore apart the body of Heishan's monster and pierced through its scapula.
"It's a life-threatening hook!"
Hei Wuchang smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and pulled him back, blood dripping down the chain.
However, the Black Mountain Old Demon was, after all, a powerful demon with profound Taoism. After struggling hard, he actually seemed to be able to break free from the life-claiming hook.
At this moment, Bai Wuchang swung the big stick in his hand and hit the Black Mountain Demon on the head.
"Monster, why don't you surrender!"
Strangely enough, the big stick didn't hit hard, nor did it have any power. But it was just an ordinary hit, and it made the Black Mountain Old Demon's soul turbulent. His sea of consciousness was in a daze, and he even had an urge to burst into tears, and he couldn't mobilize his magic power for a while.
"The mourning stick is real, you are all real!"
The Black Mountain Old Demon almost collapsed. He recognized the life-claiming hook and the mourning stick and no longer had any doubts about the identities of these ghosts and gods.
Hei Wuchang pulled the life-claiming hook and dragged it in front of King Qin Guang like a pig to be slaughtered.
"Please let the King of Hell take care of it!"
King Qin Guang's voice was indifferent, lofty, and full of majesty.
"I will be thrown into this prison, and be hanged upside down, have my eyes gouged out, have my bones scraped, have my nose cut off, and have my heart ripped out!"
“No, no!!!”
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and his figure gradually faded away.
Crows cried on a moonlit night and there was silence in Lanruo Temple. The surroundings were as black as charcoal and no ghosts or gods were seen.
Yujie, Yan Chixia, and Ning Caichen all stood beside Li Daoxuan, looking at the painting in his hand, with some having strange lights in their eyes, or showing admiration and shock.
The painting shows the underworld, with the Ten Kings of Hell sitting high, the Black and White Impermanence standing on the side, and ghost soldiers and officials dragging the Black Mountain Old Demon into hell, where he is undergoing cruel tortures.
The great supernatural power of Tiangang - mediating the creation!
Ning Caichen found it incredible and said, "Painting... painting can actually move?"
He stretched out his hand to touch it, but the next moment, a ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the flat scroll, as if it was going to tear the paper apart. Frightened, he quickly hid behind Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, with the Black Mountain Old Demon's skills, he can't escape from this painting."
Yan Chixia sighed: "The creature in the painting trapped and killed Yang Shen, is this the method used by the immortals?"
He had been complacent about his progress in kendo, but now, when compared with Li Daoxuan, he discovered in despair that the gap between him and him had become even bigger.
Chen Ziyu glanced at Li Daoxuan and said nothing.
"Just like that evil monk, I will use the soul-searching technique when this Black Mountain Old Demon has been through severe torture and his spirit has completely collapsed."
Li Daoxuan quietly watched Heishan being tortured in the painting, looking calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.
"Brother Li, what's going on in the painting now? I, I don't dare to look at it."
Ning Caichen seemed to be frightened just now. He hid behind Li Daoxuan and dared not open his eyes.
Seeing this, Chen Ziyu despised him even more.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and laughed, "Now we are cutting open the heart of this evil demon, we should -"
Before he could finish his words, a hand emitting black light tore through the defense of the Eight-Nine Profound Art and dug out Li Daoxuan's heart.
Boom boom!
Boom boom!
The living heart was beating in the palm of his hand, and blood was spilled all over the ground.
A voice sounded faintly behind Li Daoxuan.
"Brother Li, is this how you cut out your heart?"
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In Chang'an City, Changle, who has been named Prince of Chen, is anxiously waiting for news.
At midnight, Yulong came hurriedly and handed her a few yellowed old notes.
"Your Highness, there are results. Please take a look at this!"
Changle looked over quickly. After reading the contents of the note, she was shocked and said, "Oh no! Master has been deceived!"
She sat down quickly and wrote furiously, the first sentence she wrote was:
"Master, be careful, Ning Caichen is lying!"
After a moment, she watched the paper crane carrying the message turn into a stream of light and fly out. She prayed silently , hoping that the message could be delivered to her master in time.
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"Brother Li, is this how you cut out your heart?"
Ning Caichen held his still beating heart in his hands. Although his voice did not change, his entire temperament had undergone a drastic change.
Indifferent, lofty, majestic, and with a hint of pleasure.
The terrifying demonic will raged, and the bright moon in the sky was instantly covered by dark clouds. The demonic energy in Lanruo Temple was surging, like waves in a storm.
The deep evil spirit even made the insects, rats and ants around Lanruo Temple become violent and cruel. Their pupils turned blood red and they ate each other like crazy, biting each other until they were covered with wounds.
Chen Ziyu let out a shrill cry and rushed over to support the staggering Li Daoxuan. She looked at Ning Caichen with murderous eyes and blood kept dripping from her red skirt.
It's not hers, but Li Daoxuan's.
Yan Chixia was shocked by this amazing reversal.
"Ning Caichen... So... You are the strange man who taught Li Zhi a lesson, and you are also the one who... took away Sister Yu's soul."
"The tree demon...is actually your subordinate."
Li Daoxuan's face turned pale and he spoke while coughing up blood.
Ning Caichen stared at him quietly, with a terrifying indifference in his eyes, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and seen all the worldly affairs.
"Li Daoxuan, I will send you away from this world."
Li Daoxuan kept coughing up blood and became weaker and weaker, but he still shook his head and said, "No, there is one thing I don't understand."
"Which one?"
"You are not Ning Caichen, who are you?"
Li Daoxuan covered his chest and stared at him intently, and continued, "Can you let me die knowingly?"
Ning Caichen was silent for a moment, but his voice remained calm.
"no."
Unlike most people who like to brag after their schemes succeed, he had no desire to confide in anyone and reached out his hand to crush the heart that was still beating stubbornly.
“Without a name or form, neither real nor false, with an indestructible golden body, the soul is out of the body, slay!!!”
Yan Chixia's eyes were wide open with anger, his spirit turned into golden light and flew out of his body, merging with the Dragon-Slaying Sword and slashing towards Ning Caichen.
Although he knew there was a huge gap between himself and his opponent, he did not retreat at all. He stood in front of Li Daoxuan and risked his life to deliver this soul-stirring sword!
For a moment, the stars and the moon were attracted by the sword energy, lowering their brilliance and falling into the sword, adding a bit of power.
However, Ning Caichen didn't even look at it and waved his bloody hand casually.
Bang!
The Dragon-Slaying Sword broke into several pieces, Yan Chixia's soul dissipated into smoke, and his body fell straight down, without breathing or heartbeat.
The indomitable sword didn't even pierce his sleeve.
Ning Caichen was so relaxed as if he had just casually slapped a fly to death.
He walked towards Li Daoxuan step by step, with the woman in red blocking his way.
"It's a pity that you could have had a brief romance with me. This was your good fortune after several lifetimes of cultivation, but now you no longer have the chance."
Facing Chen Ziyu, Ning Caichen shook his head slightly, and then his figure flashed and walked past her.
Chen Ziyu stood there blankly, a thin red line slowly appeared on her neck, and then she fell to the ground, her red clothes stained with blood.
Li Daoxuan did not look very sad. He staggered to his feet and let out a long sigh.
"pity……"
"What a pity?"
Ning Caichen paused, frowned slightly, looked at Li Daoxuan's expression, and suddenly, felt something was wrong.
Li Daoxuan slowly raised his eyes and revealed a meaningful smile.
"It's a pity that I didn't get many useful words out of him."
Ning Caichen's eyes narrowed, and he finally realized something. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.
Reach out and tear it, it's like tearing cloth.
The world around him disappeared into smoke, revealing another bright moon and another Li Daoxuan, with Chen Ziyu and Yan Chixia standing beside him intact.
Yan Chixia snorted coldly and scolded: "So it really is you!"
Ning Caichen looked at the scroll that was torn into two pieces under his feet and remained silent for a long time.
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