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“We have always known that Miss has compassion for the world, but not everyone in this world is without selfishness,” the Purple-Clad Marquis said in a deep voice. “I have selfishness, you have selfishness, all thirty-two sects of the extraterrestrial world have selfishness, and Miss also has selfishness.”
"The Demonic Sect will soon begin its formal eastern expedition. If we encounter you then, please let you go first." The white-haired immortal turned around.
The Purple-Clad Marquis smiled, flicked his long sleeves, and a fierce wind howled through the mountains and fields: "My Purple Qi from the East has reached the seventh level. Bei Li, I will be here soon!"
At this moment, the white-haired immortal seemed to sense something, and instantly drew the jade sword from his waist, pointing it towards the mountain path.
The next moment, a visitor suddenly appeared on the mountain path.
He was a young scholar carrying a heavy book box on his back, with a beautiful longsword stuck on top of it.
"Why did you draw your sword against me, brother?" the scholar asked, looking up.
"Who are you?" the white-haired immortal asked.
The scholar cleared his throat: "My name is Xie Xuan."
The white-haired immortal frowned and thought for a moment: "I've never heard of it."
"Your sword is beautiful." Xie Xuan carefully examined the white-haired immortal's longsword and exclaimed in admiration, "It's much more beautiful than mine."
The white-haired immortal sheathed his longsword: "Thank you."
Xie Xuan stepped past the white-haired immortal, shook his long robe, and said leisurely, "It's just not the right time now, otherwise I would like to try your sword."
The Purple-Clad Marquis was startled: "Such fast movement technique."
The white-haired immortal wiped a bead of cold sweat from his forehead: "If there's a chance."
"Goodbye, please tell me your name."
"My name is Mo Qixuan."
Xie Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Then let's call him 'Beautiful Sword Mo Qixuan'."
......
"What a day this is! One old friend after another!" Baili Dongjun put down his wine glass, slumped onto the table, and passed out drunk.
The curtain was drawn back, and a young man carrying a book box walked in from outside: "Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Why are you drunk?"
Sikong Changfeng laughed and said, "He has really fallen asleep and can't answer your question."
"The first time I ever saw him was when we were drinking. Now, many years later, I never expected to see him drinking again." Xie Xuan put his book box on the ground. "Brother Changfeng, how have you been?"
"This person is so annoying, always so pedantic," Li Hanyi sneered.
"This young lady looks familiar. She must be Sister Li Xinyue's daughter," Xie Xuan said with a kind smile. "Her temper isn't as good as Sister Li's."
"You call my junior brother 'brother,' but you call my mother 'sister.' What? That's not how you take advantage!" Li Hanyi glared at Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan glanced at Sikong Changfeng, who shrugged helplessly: "I suspect this is Master deliberately messing with me. He had to take on... this Senior Sister Li before taking me on as his disciple."
Li Hanyi shook her head: "So who are you? I saw a sword stuck in your book box, so you're a swordsman too?"
Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "This Brother Xie Xuan is a scholar who has read three thousand books but is not skilled in martial arts."
"No." Xie Xuan drew the sword from the book box and swung it lightly. Sikong Changfeng and Li Hanyi both felt a fleeting trace of the vast sword intent. Xie Xuan smiled and said, "I have inherited the position of Uncle-Master Chen Ru and am now the new academy supervisor of Shanqian Academy."
"So he's just a swordsman."
"What about swordsmen! Become sword immortals!" Baili Dongjun suddenly stood up, shouted, and fell backward to the ground. "As for me, I only want to be a wine immortal."
.......
The moon sets and the sun rises.
On the second day after the New Year, smoke signals rose everywhere.
To the north, General Lei Mengsha of the Northern Li forces intercepted the Northern Barbarians.
To the west, rioters from the Western Regions also began to stir up trouble!
Meanwhile, in the northwest, the Demonic Cult's thousands of followers, like dark clouds pressing down on the sun, launched an eastward attack. This was no longer a series of surprise attacks, but a full-scale eastward expedition.
"You've come at just the right time, Sword Immortal Xie." Sikong Xingfeng looked at the massive procession of Demonic Sect disciples. "I've been here for so long, but this is the first time I've ever seen such a grand spectacle."
Xie Xuan said calmly, "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs."
Sikong Changfeng asked in bewilderment, "I am not well-educated, what do you mean by saying this at this time?"
Xie Xuan gently stroked his longsword, flicked it lightly, and it made a "clang" sound: "I'm going to kill someone."
At the forefront of the demonic cult's army, a dark figure rushed towards them, followed by four men in golden robes, their movements as powerful as thunder and astonishing.
"These four people, are they trying to break through directly?" Sikong Changfeng frowned.
"It's Ye Dingzhi!" Li Hanyi rushed out, drawing her sword and shouting.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Dingzhi had already rushed in front of the three of them.
Inside the tent, Baili Dongjun had just woken up from a hangover. He touched his head and frowned, saying, "He's here!"
Xie Xuan drew his sword, Sikong Changfeng drew his spear, and Li Hanyi also drew her sword.
Ten thousand scrolls of books, 371 spears of the Black Moon, 729 rivers of ice and iron horses. 11
These weapons, which will consistently appear on the top of the Gold List and the Hundred Weapons List for the next few years, will be deployed simultaneously.
It happened once, and only once.
It was an unparalleled combined attack.
But it still couldn't stop the dark figure that broke through the encirclement.
Because that dark figure had been waiting for too many years, waiting for too many years to go east, straight to the north, to the imperial city, to settle the grievances in its heart.
The ninth level of the Emptiness Technique directly reached its highest realm.
Xie Xuan, Sikong Changfeng, and Li Hanyi all took a step back.
"So powerful?" Xie Xuan was taken aback.
Ye Dingzhi led the four golden-robed men through the mountain. Baili Dongjun came out of the tent, looked in the direction Ye Dingzhi had left, and whispered, "He is gathering power."
"He traveled eastward until he reached the imperial city, at which point his power reached its peak. He was going to kill Emperor Tai'an," Xie Xuan said slowly. "This time, he was determined."
"I'll stop him!" Baili Dongjun leaped forward.
However, a thick fog had risen in the mountains at some point. After chasing Ye Dingzhi for a while in the fog, Baili Dongjun could no longer see him. After a few more leaps, he saw Sikong Changfeng and Xie Xuan and others.
"How did we end up back where we started?" Baili Dongjun asked, puzzled.
Sikong Changfeng shook his head and said, "This fog is unusual."
“It is the Formation of Solitude and Emptiness,” Xie Xuan said slowly. “Attack the Emptiness from behind, and one person can defeat ten thousand. Solitude represents the image of being high and supreme; Emptiness represents the image of being low and weak; Solitude and Emptiness are the secrets of military victory.”
"Say something you can understand," Sikong Changfeng said in a deep voice.
"It is a formation from the Qimen Dunjia, which has now been lost. The Zhuge family, who were the last to know this formation, disappeared many years ago. However, the Guxu Formation is a military formation with the aura of a military strategist. This formation, however, is unusually ghostly, and can be called the Guxu Ghost Formation. It takes an unorthodox approach and is not the righteous path. It is very evil."
“There was once a Venerable Envoy from the Zhuge family in the Outer Heavens. I suppose there are also members of the Zhuge family in the Demonic Sect today,” Baili Dongjun said in a deep voice. “I have fought against that person twice, and each time was extremely dangerous.”
"What should be done for those who enter the formation?" Sikong Changfeng asked.
"What you see is not what you see; danger lurks everywhere." Baili Dongjun suddenly turned around and looked at the illusory ghostly figure in front of him.
"Watch out!" Ye Xiaofan slashed at the ghostly figure with his sword, but missed completely and staggered.
“Look, what you see is not what you see.” Baili Dongjun stepped forward and saw another illusory ghostly figure appear before him.
Ye Xiaofan was stunned for a moment: "A ghost in broad daylight?"
"What you see is not what you see, but sometimes what you see is truly what you see." Baili Dongjun thrust out a palm, and with a "smack," the illusory ghostly figure transformed into a real man in black, who was sent flying by Baili Dongjun's palm strike.
"The fog is getting thicker and thicker," Sikong Changfeng murmured. "On Mount Mang, there are martial artists from various sects in Beili. Not everyone among them knows about this Lone Void Formation."
Ye Xiaofan sheathed his sword and said, "I will now go and inform the major sects. Is there any way to break this formation?"
Li Hanyi then said, "Let's split up and go in two directions."
Xie Xuan laughed, "The Lonely Void Ghost Formation isolates us from the outside world, creating a strange and eerie world. What we see is not what we see, but what we hear is still what we hear. Let them listen to the wind. When the wind around them is torn apart, that's when the enemy appears!" Xie Xuan swung his sword, knocking out the black-clad figures behind the ghostly shadows in front of him.
"Then how do we break the formation?" Sikong Changfeng asked again.
"Find the core of the formation!" Xie Xuan replied.
A hundred miles of barren mountains.
Thousands of ghosts walk at night.
Li Hanyi walked along with her sword, warning the various sects along the way to be careful of the eerie and unusual Gu Xu Formation. However, the fog grew thicker and thicker, and along the way, many sects had already been attacked, suffering heavy casualties.
"We must break through the formation," she said worriedly.
At the foot of the mountain, ten elders of the Demonic Cult sat cross-legged with their eyes closed.
After the other demonic sect disciples charged into the Lonely Void Formation in a grand procession, their figures transformed into a phantom and merged into the formation.
"Is this the Void Formation? It's said that it's not even the real Void Formation of the Zhuge family, yet it's already so profound?" A young man with white hair walked up to the elders and said quietly.
One of the elders closed his eyes and spoke in a chilling voice: "The Zhuge family's Void Formation only corresponds to the Way of Heaven, while our Void Formation can steal the Way of Heaven. It is far superior to the Zhuge family's formation that only increases military strength."
"Ultimately, it's a trickery." The Purple-Clad Marquis sneered.
"What are you two still doing here? Hurry up and enter the formation!" the elder shouted in a low voice.
"I am a swordsman." The white-haired immortal sheathed his jade sword behind his back. "When I fight you, I will rely solely on the sword in my hand, nothing else."
"Then I'm afraid you won't have a chance this time." The elder sneered. "Everyone on this desolate mountain range will die in this formation this time."
“If you’ve met some of the people on this mountain, then you should know that they’re not the kind of people who would die from a magic trick like this.” The white-haired immortal jumped onto the carriage next to him, took out a flask of wine, and said, “Purple Robe, let’s have a drink together. We’ll go up the mountain later.”
The Purple-Clad Marquis shrugged: "I'm not drinking anymore. My Purple Qi Coming from the East technique is gathering momentum, and drinking will ruin it."
"Then I must drink more. My beautiful sword is even more beautiful when drunk." The white-haired immortal took out a pot of wine, tilted his head back and took a sip.
At the summit, Xie Xuan gently flicked his long sleeves, clearing away the thick fog before him. He crouched down slightly, looking down at the mountain below: "It seems that this branch of the Zhuge clan has quite a few people, with ten of them setting up the formation. They probably started preparing months ago, which is why they can set up such a large Lonely Void Ghost Formation."
Baili Dongjun also looked down and asked, "How about it? If we go down and defeat them, will we break the formation?"
"We can't get down there." Xie Xuan smiled. "Don't be fooled by the fact that we can reach them with a single leap; they might be hundreds of miles away."
"Is there any other way?" Baili Dongjun sighed. "Do we have to kill all the demonic cult members hiding in this formation?"
“Didn’t I just say we need to find the array’s core? These people who set up the array aren’t the core. The so-called core must be within the array itself. In other words, the core is on the mountain.” Xie Xuan drew the long sword from his book box, stuck it into the ground, put his right index and middle fingers together to his lips, and whispered, “Break.”
A wisp of sword energy shot out from the longsword, breaking through the thick fog and opening up a narrow path.
Chapter 62 Ye Dingzhi: Your father and your wife are both in my hands, kneel down!
On the battlefield, a thick fog of blood had already filled the sky, completely obscuring everyone's vision.
Sikong Changfeng turned around, holding his spear: "Could it be that if we go this way, we can reach the core of the formation?"
"Yes." Xie Xuan nodded. "This Lonely Void Formation was originally a military tactic. It can draw one's own fortune to oneself in the dark, thereby gaining an advantage over the enemy."
"However, the Void Array set up by this demonic sect is too strange. It is obviously a crooked path. Since it is a crooked path, it must be yin. Such a large array must have its core in the most yin place in the mountains. In the northwest of these mountains, there is a vast expanse of lonely graves. Buried in the graves are the 60,000 soldiers who died in the Battle of Chihuang in the Great Xuan Dynasty. These 60,000 soldiers died far from home, and no one buried them. Their souls could not return to their homeland. The resentment did not dissipate with the passage of time. Instead, it gathered deeper and deeper. Naturally, this is the most yin place here."
"Isn't this your first day here?" Sikong Changfeng was taken aback.
"But I've read history books and seen maps of this place," Xie Xuan said calmly. "I know I don't need to come here."
Sikong Changfeng slung the spear over his shoulder and said, "Alright, will your sword energy clear a path for me?"
"It would be my honor," Xie Xuan nodded.
"It's a fine sword. What's its name?" Sikong Changfeng asked, looking at the sword in Xie Xuan's hand.
"The principles of human life are contained in countless books. My sword is named Ten Thousand Books," Xie Xuan replied.
"With such a fine sword to pave the way, we will surely return victorious," Sikong Changfeng declared loudly.
Baili Dongjun hurriedly stepped forward: "I'll go too!"
“If you go, no one will protect Xie Xuan from the formation, and he will die here.” Sikong Changfeng patted Baili Dongjun on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, “Stay here. After I break the formation, you go directly east from here. Ye Dingzhi has already rushed to Tianqi City. Perhaps only you can stop him at Tianqi City!”
Baili Dongjun still hesitated: "But you're all alone..."
"Don't worry. Back when I was wandering the martial world, before I met you, I was always alone." Sikong Changfeng smiled, picked up his spear, and walked forward.
"In the North, swords are used; in the South, sabers are employed; few in the world wield spears. Yet, people have forgotten that the spear is the king of all weapons!" Xie Xuan lightly tapped the scroll: "Of all the ghosts and demons in the world, the one they fear most is this spear!"
The wisp of sword energy that swept out from the myriad books kept moving ahead of Sikong Changfeng, but as Sikong Changfeng went further and further away, the sword energy became weaker and weaker, and the path it opened up became narrower and narrower.
Sikong Changfeng paused his spear and stood before a secluded spring. He looked up and saw that in the thick fog, large and small graves stood in disarray, stretching for hundreds of miles, one after another, with no end in sight. The graves were overgrown with weeds, making it a truly frightening sight.
Even after so many years of wandering the martial world, Sikong Changfeng had never seen such a scene of so many lonely graves before. He couldn't help but sigh, "I've been here for so long and only felt that the mountains were unusually cold and gloomy. I never expected to find so many lonely graves here. These past few months, the thought of sleeping next to these lonely graves every day has really made me a little scared."