At the foot of Shizhou Mountain, Shuikeng transformed into a giant bird, carrying Li Yun on its back, and flew quickly in the air. If someone saw it, they would probably think it was a patch of light flying across the sky.

The two of them seemed like jinxes dragging long tails, with a group of big and small demons chasing behind them. However, Tonghe's path was not a straight line. He dodged left and right, and sometimes made a detour, secretly using the Qimen Dunjia technique, and always managed to easily keep those demons at bay.

A few days ago, they received a message from Tang Zhen that Yan Zhengming had left before them without explanation. But when they heard that the four monks from the Locking Immortal Platform had gathered together, how could the eldest brother deal with them alone? Li Yun had no choice but to plan a bad plan. While the demons were following the dragon north, he provoked a large group of howling demons along the way. Relying on the fast speed of the puddle, he led them all the way to the Ten States Mountain, intending to muddy the water in this pool.

Li Yun calculated and directed Shuikeng, "Seventeen feet ahead, the Kan position - it's off, be careful!"

Shuikeng couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Don't show off your education. What's wrong with just saying 'front, back, left, and right'?"

She could basically only distinguish front from back, left from right, and had to think about east from west, south from north for a while. Li Yun's messy "Qian Kun Zhen Kan" made her very confused.

"Stop talking so much, just over there, hurry up!" Li Yun complained, "Can't you calm down a bit, you're almost burning me to death!"

Shuikeng didn't argue with him, but said worriedly, "Second Brother, can the eldest brother's case last until we can get there?"

"Don't joke. If Xiao Qian gets into trouble, can you still expect him to remain calm?" Li Yun sighed, "It would be fine if Xiao Qian is safe and sound, but if something bad happens, ah..."

Shuikeng seemed to understand and said indignantly: "What? Whoever dares to hurt my junior brother, I will burn them to death!"

Li Yun: “…”

If this bird were a demon, it would probably be considered as one of the more cunning demons, but as a human, it is far from being a human. The more developed her limbs are, the simpler her mind is. Li Yun was speechless for a moment, thinking that this matter could not be explained to her, so she could only say weakly: "Fly your own way. If you are caught by accident, we will have a lot of fun."

He was filled with worry, fearing that Yan Zhengming would get carried away and barge into the Immortal Locking Platform without knowing the truth.

Li Yun knew their head brother.

Above the main hall of the Locking Immortal Platform, the sword energy filled with murderous intent swept across indiscriminately. All the masters present subconsciously used their true energy to resist. The Dragon Lock was stimulated by the true energy from all directions, and it flickered in unpredictable light and darkness. The sword energy inside and outside collided with the true energy, and the four gates suddenly exploded with a "boom".

"who!"

Yan Zhengming's face was as cold as frost. He walked in step by step from the messy doorway, ignoring the powerful people, both great and small, and walked straight towards the Immortal Locking Platform.

It was as if everything around him was not worth mentioning, and the only thing in his eyes was the person trapped by the dragon lock.

Cheng Qian's previous calmness had long since disappeared. For a moment, he felt as if he had just caused trouble and was caught red-handed. His back, which was covered with wounds, stiffened involuntarily. He immediately lowered his head subconsciously to glance at his irreparably tattered clothes, and in an attempt to cover up the shocking bruise on his waist, he pulled up a piece of rag.

Yan Zhengming walked to the side of the Immortal Locking Platform as if no one was around, stared at the blood on Cheng Qian's body, and whispered, "Who hurt you?"

His voice was gentle and his face was normal, but Cheng Qian suddenly felt a little creepy. He looked at Yan Zhengming in doubt and saw an ominous dark red in his dark pupils: "Brother, you..."

Yan Zhengming exhaled softly: "I once swore to heaven that if anyone wants to hurt you again, I will cut him into pieces..."

Cheng Qian was terrified and didn't dare to let his crazy brother finish his words. He interrupted him immediately and said carefully, "I'm fine. I just had some misunderstandings with others. Can you calm down? Where are the second brother and the others?"

Yan Zhengming clenched his teeth tightly, and his cheeks were stretched into a sharp arc. After a moment, he closed his eyes tightly, and the two faintly rising and falling dark red lines in his eyes finally began to fade away.

Yan Zhengming sighed, as if exhausted, and whispered, "Come here, let me see."

Cheng Qian stood up as if nothing had happened and walked to the edge of the Qiankun Dragon Lock. He moved as usual, with brisk steps, as if the wounds on his body, big and small, were all painted on.

He stood on the Immortal Locking Platform with his hands behind his back, looking down at the monks of all sizes with different expressions. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, revealing an arrogance that had not been on his face for a long time, and said with a smile: "It's just a small lawsuit, it will be settled in a few words, why did you come here?"

Yan Zhengming stared at his pale and pretentious face. The demons running wild in his heart calmed down a little. When his rationality returned, he suddenly became furious.

Yan Zhengming glared at Cheng Qian fiercely, giving him a look that said "just wait for me". He turned around, gently knocked the newly replaced three-foot sword on the ground, and said, "If he owes money to anyone, I will pay it back. If he kills anyone, I will pay with my life. If anyone comes to collect the debt now, come and talk to me."

Even though he was a rare swordsman, his brazen words in public still stunned everyone.

After a long while, Zhuang Nanxi, who was a little lost, finally came to his senses and spoke first: "This... this senior is..."

Yan Zhengming said: "My surname is Yan, and I am the 48th leader of the Fuyao Sect."

Cheng Qian didn't expect him to say it so bluntly in public. He was surprised: "Brother!"

Yan Zhengming waved his hand with his back to him. This day will come sooner or later. Can the Fuyao faction hide forever?

As soon as he said this, most of the cultivators present looked confused, but Bian Xu, Yang Decheng and the unknown elder of White Tiger Villa looked surprised.

The elder of White Tiger Villa asked: "Then your master is..."

"My master Han Muchun and my great master Tong Ru... seem to have quite a connection with the Four Saints." Yan Zhengming paused and continued, "All the elders are gone, and they handed the sect over to me. I am not very talented. I have practiced for more than a hundred years, but I haven't achieved anything. I have always been ashamed to mention my master to others."

When he said this, he tapped the scabbard of his sword with his fingertips, and the scabbard made a light "clang" sound. Yan Zhengming showed a slightly self-deprecating expression on his face, but he was self-deprecating as if no one was around. He said without raising his head: "But no matter how cowardly I am, I can't just watch my junior brother being bullied by you guys like this. I have to come out and learn a lesson from you."

Yang Decheng snorted coldly and said, "If I remember correctly, isn't your Fuyao sect known for slaying any demons you encounter? Why don't you clean up your own sect first?"

Yan Zhengming raised his eyelids when he heard this: "Oh?"

He was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes like a playboy. Even before he opened his mouth, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows already showed a bit of worldly frivolity. But this look also contained a hint of sword-like intent, as if feathers had become blades and water had turned into ice. There was something indescribable about it, and yet it was indescribably natural.

The Xuanwu Hall disciple beside Yang Decheng who proposed to dissect Cheng Qian's inner palace stepped forward and told the whole story with exaggeration.

Yan Zhengming listened expressionlessly, lowered his head to look at the tip of his sword, and suddenly chuckled, "Oh, I see, it was this Elder Yang - your young master was possessed by an inner demon, and his body died in my hands. It has nothing to do with my junior brother. If you think I'm desecrating the corpse, I can kowtow in front of his tomb in person. As for..."

In a flash, he had just uttered the word "as for" and was already in front of Yang Decheng. The sword of Yuanshen merged into one with the sword in his hand. He didn't care that the door behind him was wide open at all. Without even saying hello, he immediately crushed Yang Decheng on the spot.

Yan Zhengming had heard this man's shouting before he came in. After hearing the whole story, he deduced that Cheng Qian's hairband was broken by this old man's hands, and he became extremely angry.

If he hadn't tied a puppet talisman on Cheng Qian on a whim, and if the people from the White Tiger Villa hadn't happened to get involved at that time, would Cheng Qian still be alive?

The revenge he had not been able to personally take on Zhou Hanzheng a hundred years ago was boiling in his heart. With all the new and old grudges added together, even if the Jade Emperor stood in front of him, he could not stop himself from tearing this man into pieces.

The sword in Yan Zhengming's hand seemed unable to withstand the full force of his master's blow. With a sharp "wu" sound, Yang Decheng, the great elder of Xuanwu Hall, was unable to withstand the sharpness of the sword and retreated in embarrassment. Even Bian Xu, one of the Four Saints, couldn't help but step sideways to avoid the sharp edge of his sword.

This sword appeared out of nowhere.

Cheng Qian frowned, and he couldn't help but take a step forward, but was blocked back by the Dragon Lock.

Cheng Qian knew these people's strengths very well. Even if Yan Zhengming suddenly found a Ten-fold Tonic Pill and ate it, he would never have such powerful strength. In just a few short days, what did his senior brother, who seemed frivolous but actually had a heavier heart than anyone else, do?

The whole hall was in chaos after his sword strike. Except for the place surrounded by the Qiankun Dragon Lock, all other places were affected. The densely packed protective talismans around were like mud and collapsed uncontrollably in an instant.

When the ancient sages built the Locking Immortals Platform, they probably never thought that someone would dare to be so presumptuous.

The elder of White Tiger Villa hurriedly said: "Nephew, you can't..."

Yang Decheng had no way to avoid it. He let out a low shout, put his hands in front of his chest and made a hand gesture. Suddenly, eighteen phantoms appeared behind him, holding eighteen kinds of weapons, some were extremely powerful, some were very agile and nimble. They rushed over from all directions and surrounded Yan Zhengming in a dazzling manner.

Suddenly, a sword light became bright, and the sword and the sword of the soul merged into a sword rain, which was indistinguishable from each other. The sword light was everywhere, and the ghosts and gods were terrified. The eighteen phantoms had no time to flee in panic, and had turned into ashes on the spot. Yang Decheng was already a little timid in his heart, and he was immediately counterattacked by his phantom in shock. He fell more than two meters away, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and he didn't move.

Yan Zhengming kept chasing him, and Bian Xu was finally forced to take action. He formed a seal with his hands and released a jade token to block Yang Decheng.

The sword energy hit a corner of the jade token, creating a crack on it. Yan Zhengming glanced sideways at the Xuanwu Hall Master with a sneer on his face. The sword shadows around him suddenly turned with him and smashed towards the thirty-six dragon-trapping locks like a tsunami.

"Stop!" This time, Bian Xu, the elders of White Tiger Villa and even Cheng Qian almost said in unison.

But no one could stop this swordsman from doing what he wanted.

The Yuanshen Sword collided with the Dragon-Trapping Chain, and there seemed to be a long dragon roar coming out of the Dragon-Trapping Chain. The tiles of the only remaining roof of the hall suddenly flew everywhere, and all the cultivators present who dared to claim to be powerful fled in panic.

The Dragon-Trapping Lock has gone through countless years of wind and frost, and has been watered with the true essence of countless powerful people and drank the blood of countless demon cultivators. It has long since become a spirit of its own. One side is as heavy as a mountain, while the other side is invincible, and neither side is willing to give in.

Thin traces of blood began to seep out of the corners of Yan Zhengming's mouth, and the dark red in his eyes that had just faded was stimulated again by the Dragon Lock. In a blink of an eye, the second sword had taken shape and slashed towards the Dragon Lock in the air again.

Perhaps the reason why the lazy young master on Fuyao Mountain was able to enter the Dao of Sword was because of this kind of coldness in his bones - at a certain moment, he did not care about the heavens, the earth, people or gods.

On the one hand, he was looking for the key and secret words to open the mountain order, and on the other hand, he was constantly trying to fight against the spiritual consciousness left in the leader's seal by their ancestors.

Even though he was afraid of dirt, fatigue and trouble, he had never been frightened by real fear and hesitated to move forward.

The Dragon Lock roared angrily, and the Immortal Locking Platform trembled.

The elder of White Tiger Villa turned around and yelled at Bian Xu, his voice changing: "This sword cultivator has entered the Sword God Realm, who would go out of his way to kill your useless son? Fuck you, Immortal Master, why don't you open the Immortal Locking Platform!"

Bian Xu admitted that he was right, but even if he really wanted to open the Locking Immortal Platform, he was powerless at this moment - with his cultivation level, he could fight with Yan Zhengming, but if he rushed into the violent sword wind at this time, both sides might suffer losses.

At this moment, Cheng Qian on the Immortal Locking Platform suddenly knelt down and said, "Brother, I beg you to stop!"

As he knelt, a light suddenly flashed in Yan Zhengming's originally indifferent eyes. The sword energy that was originally like a long rainbow and setting sun had already taken shape, and as he paused, it actually stopped in the air.

Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to live anymore?"

Amid the silence of the crowd, the sword energy in the sky finally slowly dissipated, turned into a wisp of breeze, and retreated into Yan Zhengming's sword.

Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, then whispered, "Open the dragon lock."

The monks present looked at each other, and the elder of White Tiger Villa took the lead and stepped forward, saying, "I have a key here."

The thirty-six dragon-trapping locks were kept by the thirty-six invited monks. With him taking the lead, the others immediately followed suit. Even Bian Xu hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly raised his hand to summon a key and threw it to a disciple beside him.

As the dragon-trapping locks were opened one by one, Cheng Qian's true energy, which had been stagnant for a while, finally began to flow again. His meridians were stretched and painful, as if water had suddenly flowed into a river that had been dry for a long time.

Bian Xu coughed dryly and was about to say something when suddenly, a black cloud rushed up from the north sky and covered most of the sky in an instant. The hall above the monks' heads had collapsed, but their vision became clearer. They all looked back and saw the silhouette of a dragon looming in the rolling dark clouds.

Someone exclaimed, "The Demonic Dragon of Southern Xinjiang!"

At this time, a huge bird with a body of fire rushed up the mountain with a roar and landed on the ruined hall. Li Yun jumped off the bird's back, panting. Seeing this scene, he was confused for a moment and said to himself, "That's not... What's going on?"

In the dark clouds that rolled like a storm, Han Yuan's voice came from afar like thunder: "I destroyed the Vermillion Bird Tower, and I also released the Great Heart Demon... Which unknown person dared to claim the credit for this?"

As he spoke, black gas began to swirl around Shizhou Mountain, and it seemed as if a large number of demon cultivators were chasing them from the foot of the mountain.

Li Yun finally caught his breath and said with a smile, "We ran into a bunch of demons on the way here. They chased us all the way."

No one present paid any attention to his self-mockery.

Intense demonic energy spread out from all directions, and the Immortal Locking Platform was shaking. The demon dragon laughed loudly and said, "It's time for this world to change. Come with me and make the mountains and rivers change color—"

Demons from all directions responded to the call.

The dragon's huge claws swept through the clouds, as if tearing the sky apart with one claw, and heavy rain suddenly poured down like a leak.

There were violent storms on the mountain, demons were dancing wildly at the foot of the mountain, and the mountains of Shizhou were in chaos.

Zhuang Nanxi strode forward, wiped the rain off his face, and said to Yan Zhengming loudly, "Senior! I am ignorant and have never heard of the Fuyao Sect before, but didn't someone just say that Fuyao will kill any demon it encounters? The world is in chaos right now, who can stay out of it?"

Cheng Qian didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Yan Zhengming's body seemed to shake slightly.

Zhuang Nanxi made an impassioned speech: "My fellow seniors, please consider the overall situation and put aside your own petty disputes!"

Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head, as if he had passed through the pouring rain and the thick dark clouds, and met Han Yuan's eyes in the air. At that moment, he listened to the monks' declarations of defending the Dao, and suddenly a feeling arose in his heart.

There's no going back.

The Fuyao Sect, which had been in hiding for many years, reappeared in front of the world at this time and was once again at the center of public opinion. Their little junior brother, who used to love to be lazy and mischievous, also drifted away and could never go back.

In every generation, there will be evil spirits, and the ancestral precept is to kill any demon you encounter.

"All those who want to be heroes, get out of the way," Tang Zhen suddenly walked over, parting the crowd. "Can't you see that he can hardly stand?"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhengming suddenly fell down without any warning.

Cheng Qian was no longer able to think about anything else and reached out to catch him in a hurry. He felt his hand was icy cold and Yan Zhengming's breathing was so shallow that he seemed not to be able to feel it.

Zhuang Nanxi was stunned. At this moment, an unfamiliar cultivator stepped forward cautiously and said, "Please... please follow me, senior. There is a place to rest on Shizhou Mountain."

Tang Zhen said, "Please lead the way. This madman was just injured by the dragon lock."

After saying this, he glanced at the bewildered Cheng Qian, signaling him to follow.

Cheng Qian hurriedly picked up Yan Zhengming, and Li Yun and Shuikeng followed in haste. None of the cultivators on the mountain dared to stop him.

Cheng Qian quickly caught up with Tang Zhen: "Brother Tang, my senior brother..."

"Stop asking," Tang Zhen said in a voice that was almost whispered, "I saw White Tiger Villa summoning disciples, so I went to inquire and then reported the news to your senior brother and the others. In addition to the location of the Immortal Locking Platform, he also asked me for a forbidden technique."

Cheng Qian's heart tightened: "What?"

"Raising your own cultivation to the extreme in a short period of time, and then enduring three times the backlash... Oh, I thought your senior brother was quite easy-going," Tang Zhen frowned, "If I had known he would be like this, I would not have given it to him."

Cheng Qian was stunned.

He was shocked for a moment, looking at Yan Zhengming's haggard face, he didn't know what to feel.

In a trance, the words Zhuang Nanxi had said hovered in his chest, ready to come out -

As long as it is not against morality, there is nothing in this world that I can't do for him.

Author's words: End of Volume 3