Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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The sword energy on the Qingyun Platform reached its peak in an instant.

The torrential rain, even from three zhang away, was enveloped in sword energy as it fell. Shen Luohan swung out a palm, trying to knock the rain off, but as soon as he waved his hand, his hand was cut by the rain, and blood flowed freely.

"That's too powerful..." Shen Luohan said in a low voice.

"This duel is beyond our reach!" Qi Tianchen sighed softly, flicked his whisk, and pointed a finger. A huge Bagua gate appeared above their heads, blocking the dangerous rain curtain.

At this moment, Baili Dongjun used a man as a sword, and with one strike, he reached Ye Dingzhi.

"Bai Li!" Ye Dingzhi roared, his virtual mental power reaching its peak in an instant, and he threw a punch at the "sword".

The sword clashed with the fist.

With a crisp "snap," it sounded like an eggshell cracking.

Baili Dongjun had already stood still and placed his fist on Ye Dingzhi's chest. Ye Dingzhi's finger was pointing at the top of Baili Dongjun's head, but he didn't press it down.

Ye Dingzhi smiled and said, "Never mind."

"Imperial Preceptor, what was the result?" Emperor Tai'an asked quietly.

Qi Tianchen showed a hint of regret in his eyes just a moment ago.

Baili Dongjun has already entered the realm of divine travel.

Although it was only for a moment, it was a true journey into a mystical realm.

Unfortunately, they still lost.

Qi Tianchen pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Ye Dingzhi has won."

"Is it really still the same?" Emperor Tai'an showed no disappointment, after all, the difference in strength between the two was still too great.

Baili Dongjun fell backward into the rain, his blood staining the ground red.

"hateful!"

"Still can't do it?"

.......

Qingcheng Mountain.

"The Demonic Cult is about to pass through Qingcheng Mountain." A young Taoist priest hurriedly entered the Sanqing Hall.

"Now, the Demonic Sect, led by a woman, is sweeping away all the major sects along the way." An old Taoist priest in the hall sighed softly, "Now they will surely go to Qingcheng Mountain, and we, as the leaders of the martial arts world, will definitely be their targets."

"Who appointed you as the leader of the Jianghu? Did Wudang agree?" A young Taoist priest dressed in a purple robe walked in from outside the hall.

"Sect Leader!" The Taoists in the hall were all startled and greeted him respectfully.

This young Taoist priest in a purple robe is Zhao Yuzhen, the current head of Qingcheng Mountain, and also the youngest head of the sect in history.

"Have all the people from the foot of the mountain been brought up here?" Zhao Yuzhen asked.

"They've all been brought here," the old Taoist priest who spoke first replied. "But those with good martial arts skills on Mount Qingcheng were all taken to the west by Wang Yixing to block the Demonic Sect. Now that the Demonic Sect has broken through the mountain and come here, can we really protect them with just the people on the mountain?"

"We must protect it even if we can't. Qingcheng Mountain has been fed by the people below for so many years. Now that we are in such dire straits, how can we back down?" Zhao Yuzhen snorted coldly, flicked her finger, and the Qingxiao Sword at her waist instantly came out of its sheath with a crisp sound.

Zhao Yuzhen suddenly remembered the words her master had said before his death.

As expected, Master's prediction was right; a great demon has indeed been born into this world.

However, he was going to disobey his master's instructions; he would not leave Qingshan City even once.

They certainly wouldn't go to Apocalypse City to stop the demon.

However, the Demonic Sect cannot travel down this mountain.

Zhao Yuzhen slowly said, "I will use this Azure Sky Sword to tell them that the Demonic Sect cannot traverse the mountain paths of Qingcheng Mountain."

At the foot of Mount Qingcheng.

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Three hundred members of the Demonic Cult stood there.

There were no Taoist priests blocking the way at the foot of the mountain as they had imagined. The mountain path was empty and led straight to the top of the mountain, without a single person in sight.

"There's no one left within a hundred miles of the foot of the mountain. They've either fled or are hiding on Mount Qingcheng," a middle-aged man in a black robe said to the person sitting in the sedan chair next to him.

The curtain of the sedan chair was drawn back, and a woman dressed in purple looked at the empty mountain road and said in a low voice, "Is there an ambush here, Elder Xu?"

The man called Elder Xu hesitated for a moment before replying, "Qingcheng Mountain is now the leader of the Daoist sects in the north, and its influence is even greater than that of Wudang. It should not be underestimated. The mountain road is wide open, so there must be a trap."

"Then what do we?" The woman frowned slightly, "set the mountain on fire?"

Elder Xu was taken aback: "Qingcheng Mountain... has always been a place of pilgrimage for Taoists. Burning the mountain would be disrespectful."

“We are a demonic sect, so naturally we should show no respect to Taoism, and set fire to the mountain.” The woman lowered the curtain.

Elder Xu hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Set it on fire, burn the mountain."

"How dare you!" A shout suddenly came from the mountains.

"Who's there!" Elder Xu looked up, but the mountain path was still deserted.

A moment later, the sound resumed.

"I!"

A gentle breeze blew by, and the curtain of the sedan chair door was gently lifted.

A young Taoist priest stood at the foot of the mountain.

Three hundred members of the Demonic Cult and a young Taoist priest stood facing each other, speechless for a long time.

........ .. .......

Everyone was stunned by the word "I," because the Taoist priest had a very strong presence and appeared with the air of a celestial being.

Only the woman inside the sedan chair chuckled softly: "Who are you?"

"Qingcheng Mountain, Zhao Yuzhen." The young Taoist priest lightly swung his sword, and a gust of sword wind swept past, leaving a long sword mark in front of the demonic sect members standing at the forefront.

Elder Xu looked at the sword and said in a deep voice, "The Azure Sky Sword."

"Good eye! It is indeed the Azure Sky Sword, the most precious treasure of Qingcheng Mountain. Today I stand here with this sword; anyone who dares to come up the mountain, I shall kill!" Zhao Yuzhen declared sternly.

"Qingxiao is a famous sword in the world, and I really want to try it." Elder Xu was using a sword, the hilt of which was carved into the shape of a skull.

"Then come here." Zhao Yuzhen extended a finger and gently beckoned.

Elder Xu was taken aback. He looked at the deserted mountain path and swallowed hard. "No, come here."

“I can’t come over, you come over.” Zhao Yuzhen shook her head.

Upon hearing this, Elder Xu became even more suspicious of the mountain path and refused to go any further: "Is there an ambush there?"

"I'm all alone. You say you want to try? What are you afraid of?" Zhao Yuzhen said angrily.

Elder Xu gripped the hilt of his sword, looking quite hesitant.

"Elder Xu, there are no ambushes on the mountain path," the woman in the sedan chair said softly. "I think this young Taoist really wants you to go and fight him."

"I'm really anxious." Zhao Yuzhen finally couldn't hold back any longer. She leaped over the group of demonic sect members and came directly in front of Elder Xu, swinging her sword down.

One sword can transform into ten thousand swords.

"Boundless!" Zhao Yuzhen whispered.

Elder Xu felt a blur before his eyes and hurriedly swung his long sword, only to miss.

Zhao Yuzhen suddenly sheathed the Azure Sky Sword, braced it against the ground, and used the momentum to retreat, landing back in the same spot. He let out a soft sigh: "This doesn't count as going down the mountain, does it?"

Elder Xu came to his senses and looked at his hand, only to find that there was only a sword hilt left. He looked up abruptly and found that the curtain of the sedan chair had been cut off by a sword, and the blade of his longsword was stuck in the sedan chair, only an inch away from the woman.

"I'll say it again: anyone who crosses this sword mark will be killed." Zhao Yuzhen licked her lips.

"Let's go," the woman in the sedan chair said calmly.

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"Such a strong aura of malevolence is truly unprecedented in my life!"

Looking at the sky above Tianqi City from afar, which was completely shrouded in a bloody mist, Master Qingfeng's expression became much more solemn.

"The Demonic Cult's eastern expedition decades ago didn't have this much power. If Li Changsheng were here, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to stop it with just one sword," Mo Yi said calmly.

“Back then, Li Changsheng cut off the Demonic Sect’s eastward expedition with just one sword. This time, however, there are four of them, which is enough to suppress that demon.” Master Qingfeng said in a deep voice, “We must finish this quickly and absolutely not affect the seal in the east.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept by.

Master Qingfeng and Immortal Moyi rode the wind at top speed towards Tianqi City.

Chapter 68 The Demonic Cult's strength expands, and the eight major forces bow down in submission!

"The Heart Bell of Prajna!"

"town!!!".

Master Wangyou clasped his hands together, and a huge golden bell-shaped image unfolded around him, ten zhang wide and ten zhang high!

The enormous golden bell-shaped image pressed heavily down on Ye Dingzhi.

“Benefactor, turn back now.”

"Although my martial arts skills are not high, I am very good at taking hits and at stopping people."

"If you want to pass, you'll have to get past this humble monk first," Master Wangyou said slowly.

"You can't stop me, 893.964460."

Ye Dingzhi spoke calmly, and the Blood Black Demon Sword flashed instantly, sending a dense, blood-red aura into the Golden Bell Dharma Image.

"Boom!!!"

A golden bell rang out, its melodious sound resounding throughout the entire city of Tianqi.

The golden bell trembled violently under the strike of the Blood Black Demon Sword, and a huge crack appeared on it.

Ye Dingzhi unleashed another sword strike, and the golden bell finally shattered under the immense pressure, breaking into several pieces and turning into a phantom.

Master Wangyou looked on in shock at what he saw.

To know.

Although he is not good at martial arts, his self-control is first-rate.

Even the world's number one expert, Li Changsheng, was once stopped by him.

But now, his Prajna Heart Bell couldn't even withstand Ye Dingzhi's two swords.

Now it seems that Xie Zhize truly did not misjudge Ye Dingzhi's strength.

Ye Dingzhi was far more capable than he had imagined.

He alone could not stop him.

"drink!"

Master Wangyou shouted again, circulating his true energy, and an even larger golden bell descended from the sky, pressing down on Ye Dingzhi.

Not only that, but then several more golden bells pressed down on it, one after another.

With each layer of golden bells stacked upon the other, the golden bells, originally formed from true qi, now became as solid as real gold.

The blood-red demonic sword in Ye Dingzhi's hand trembled slightly, and a deep purple sword aura swirled around the "827" on the blade.

"That's... the Demon Immortal Sword Technique?" Master Wangyou's gaze sharpened.

next moment.

Sword energy filled the sky, dancing within the golden bell.

In an instant, countless bells rang out in succession.

The golden bell, which was as solid as pure gold, shattered into pieces.

However, Master Wangyou continued to release the Golden Bell again to suppress Ye Dingzhi.

However, it is clear that the speed at which the Golden Bell suppressed the bell was far slower than the speed at which Ye Dingzhi destroyed it.

Just a few moments.

The golden bell was already mostly broken.

"Xie Zhize, how much longer are you going to do this?!"