The small town of cultivating immortals should have been as lively as ever, but at this moment, the smell of death was spreading, and the sky was filled with dark clouds.
No, that's not a cloud.
As those who participated in this fifty-year-long demon-suppression operation and were lucky enough to survive and participate in this final siege, they knew with just one glance that the black mass in the sky was able to invade the monks' bodies without any holes and seduce them.
The devilish energy that drives people crazy!
The city shrouded in demonic energy is like a ruin. The tall buildings were destroyed by the messy sword energy. Deep sword marks were left on the flat streets. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the city, without the slightest breath of life.
Someone in the team said angrily: "Damn it! This demon actually slaughtered all the monks in the city!"
"Not just the monks, I'm afraid every living creature in the city will be sacrificed to the sword by that devil."
The so-called sacrificial sword is the use of living creatures to nourish the demonic energy of the demonic sword.
This city of cultivating immortals is not the only one where swords are sacrificed.
Everyone's hearts were heavy and they slaughtered all the creatures in the city. This has always been the devil's behavior.
"Now is not the time to be sad and angry. The fireworks in the city are not extinguished, so Chu Yi must still be around here."
Chu Yi was defeated miserably in the battle a year ago, and finally managed to escape with the help of a magical weapon. He was seriously injured. Now he is eager for success and risks slaughtering the city and sacrificing the sword, but he has already reached the end of his strength.
The leading monk said: "Everyone is divided into three groups to search for Chu Yi and kill him while he is seriously injured!"
Everyone responded in unison: "Yes!"
"After discovering Chu Yi's trace, notify other teams immediately. Then pin down the target, but do not confront him head-on. Others will arrive immediately after receiving the signal!"
The two groups of men and horses took the order and set off. The last group of monks who gave the order had a cold expression on their face and flew towards the city with the people.
Everyone knows that Chu Yi did not sign a contract with the Demon Sword.
Without the recognition of the Demon Sword, he has no ability to become the Master of the Demon Sword.
He has only ordinary qualifications and mediocre abilities. Even if you pick any disciple from a good sect, they will be a few points better than him.
How could Demon Sword see such a person and recognize him as his master?
But he is lucky and cruel.
Decades ago, I don’t know where this person got a black sword. He relied on the powerful power of the sword to run rampant in the world of immortality. It wasn’t until many elite disciples died in his hands that he attracted the attention of various sects.
With the investigation and encirclement and suppression, it was discovered that Chu Yi had already been possessed by the devil. He sacrificed his soul and lifespan and was able to initially use the magic sword.
Later, Chu Yi was no longer satisfied with the present. In order to gain stronger power, he even went crazy to sacrifice people to raise the Demon Sword in an attempt to give birth to the Sword Spirit. He forcibly signed a contract with the Demon Sword Spirit so that he could have all the power of the Demon Sword.
But is the sword in his hand easy to deal with?
The stronger the demonic energy is, the less it is under his control, forcing him to consume more souls and strengthen his control over the demonic sword. It is also because he constantly consumes himself that they have a chance to fight back.
Today will be Chu Yi's death.
Three teams of men and horses gathered to surround the people sitting on the ground.
"Jie Jie... Haha." The man's clothes were stained with blood, as if he had walked out of a pool of blood. He looked at the people surrounding him and let out a creepy smile.
"You guys have really good noses... I just arrived here, and you came up to me, but you can't wait to sacrifice your blood to my bloodthirsty sword?"
Some young disciples shook their bodies in fear. They had all participated in the demon-suppression war, so they had naturally seen the power of the demon sword.
The unpreventable evil energy invaded the bodies of the brothers, causing them to go berserk and mad, and even pointed the blade at their own people. The dark sword body, with strange lines painted with blood, sucked their blood all the time.
The black sword, which had no name at first, gradually became known as the bloodthirsty sword.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you could move, you would have escaped long before they discovered you. You are just delaying time to recover your demonic energy."
Chu Yi's face turned ugly for a moment. He was indeed stalling for time. The battle a year ago had severely damaged his vitality. I don't know whether his soul was too weak or he used too much power, which caused the bloodthirsty sword to become more and more out of his control.
That's why he massacred the city, hoping to gather the sword spirit from the magic sword as soon as possible.
Chu Yi snorted coldly and smiled, "Since you want to die early, I will help you!" As the words fell, there was a sword light with murderous intent.
The two disciples were unable to dodge and were instantly chopped into two halves, unable to even scream.
"You!!!" Unexpectedly, he would take action suddenly. The monks were furious and drew their swords to fight without hesitation.
The war is about to break out.
"Hahaha, they are indeed a bunch of trash."
Chu Yi laughed arrogantly, and pointed the tip of the magic sword in his hand at the ground, holding something unrivaled, but no one knew that the body of the magic sword was shaking, showing a gesture of resistance.
Of course the owner of the sword knew that the demonic sword had been gradually resisting him about five years ago. Sometimes the sword would become as heavy as a thousand pounds, sometimes the attack path would deviate, and even worse, it would break away from his hand with tyrannical force.
He accelerated the burning of his soul, controlled the bloodthirsty sword, and rushed into the crowd with unstoppable momentum, killing them wantonly.
He was unwilling to give in. Why did he have ordinary qualifications that everyone could trample on, and other people had countless cultivation resources, but he had to risk his life to get even a low-level spirit-boosting pill.
Fifty years ago, he accidentally obtained this sword, but because of his poor qualifications, he was not recognized by the sword and could not be recognized as its owner. So he took a different approach and gained the power he dreamed of at the cost of his soul and lifespan.
Chu Yi raised his hand and killed another person with a sword. Hot blood flowed down the sword body and dripped from the tip.
The blood stimulated Chu Yi's murderous intention even more, and the sword in his hand slashed at the crowd without stopping. In just a moment, less than half of the monks were killed or injured.
However, the facts proved that his decision was right.
The power of the magic sword is so powerful that even if he only has four points of power, it is enough to dwarf the monks in the world.
After possessing the bloodthirsty sword, he became the demon king who commanded thousands of demonic cultivators. The former elites of the sect and the proud men of heaven all died easily under his sword.
This made him more ambitious and more eager to pursue the power of the magic sword.
Only when the demon sword recognizes its owner can he get everything he wants.
No one has ever thought of using the ancient formation to sacrifice swords to give birth to sword spirits, but he dares.
The demon sword must have become conscious, otherwise it would not resist him. As long as he is given another three months, he will definitely succeed.
He will definitely be the bloodthirsty sword master!
However, this was just his fantasy after all. As the sword blade once again deflected moves on its own, allowing the monk on the opposite side to escape a fatal blow, Chu Yi knew that the situation was over.
However, within two breaths, the monk avoided the fatal position and successfully killed Chu Yi at the cost of losing his left hand.
Chu Yi's body was lying on his back, with disbelief and resentment on his face, as if he didn't believe he had died like this, or he resented the injustice of heaven.
What is fair and what is unfair?
Only life is the fairest.
The monk stopped looking at Chu Yi and turned to look at the dark sword body standing in the air.
He noticed that Chu Yi's last move seemed to be hindered by something, making him the murderer instead of the murdered.
After thinking about it, this scene probably happened because Chu Yi couldn't control the magic sword.
Someone asked the monk: "Venerable Mo Yun, what should I do with this magic sword?"
Mo Yun frowned, "This sword may not be a magic sword originally, but I can't see anything now. I will bring the sword to the sect first to figure out how to deal with it. After the heads of the various sects gather together, we will make a long-term plan."
One month later, the demon sword was finally suppressed in a place filled with exorcism arrays, confinement arrays and other unique formations that combined various formations.
The exorcism array can eliminate the demonic energy from the sword body day and night. The other arrays not only trap the demonic sword but also protect it.
Then each faction would take turns sending people to guard it to prevent unscrupulous people from stealing the sword and becoming another Demon Lord Chu Yi.
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This is an ordinary small village, with less than a hundred households and two to three hundred villagers.
However, due to the raging wars on the border, all the young and strong men in the village were taken to the front line. Most of the people left here were the old, weak, women, children, and a few disabled people with limited mobility.
It's summer here, and the scorching sun can make you peel off your skin. Only by the river can you get some comfortable cool breeze.
Sitting under the shade of a tree by the river was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. She was leaning against the tree trunk with her eyes closed, presumably taking a nap.
The girl frowned slightly. There was nothing pleasant in her dream. A gust of cool wind blew by, and her eyes suddenly opened. There was still the confusion and a trace of fear in her eyes that she had just woken up from.
Tong Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and recalled what happened in his dream.
The dream was a dark place, with strange runes of various colors floating in the air, arranged in chains, and a long black sword inserted in the array.
That scene was more fantasy than a fantasy movie. Although it was said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, she was not allowed to become a spirit, but she could wear it again and again, and it was okay to believe in monsters, ghosts, fantasy, flying sky, etc.
The most important thing is that if her memory didn't travel, she seemed to have actually seen this scene with her own eyes.
Tong Yan made it clear twice that she was not lying. According to the feeling given to her by her memory, she had traveled to a world about two or three years ago.
The people there fly with swords and use various props in their hands to cause as much damage as hundreds of bombs exploding. Based on her many years of experience in the novel world, this is probably the legendary world of cultivation!
However, she was not very conscious at the time and was groggy, as if she was trapped somewhere. It was cold and dark, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Occasionally, when she could detect information from the outside, she was either fighting or killing people. Every time at this time, she could smell the strong smell of blood.
Tong Yan thought he had been soaked in a pool of blood.
Waking up and losing consciousness intermittently at that time was definitely the most critical factor in her luck not being driven crazy.
The second time through time is now. Tong Yan has been here for about ten days.
When she was wandering around with nothing to do, she probably figured out that this was an ordinary ancient small village. The villagers worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. There was nothing special about it.
As for spells? What are they.
Can people fly? Are you talking about monsters or gods?
Use a gourd to smash a corner off a mountain?
If you don't take good care of your child and have brain problems, don't let him go.
This is just a world ruled by imperial power, and any cultivation of immortality has nothing to do with it.
Regardless of whether she was in cultivation or ancient times, Tong Yan didn't care too much. Anyway, neither was the modern age where she had stayed for more than twenty years.
She has long passed the tangled period of traveling through another world. Although she is very concerned about everything in modern times, she has been through it twice and has not gone back. Could it be that if she thinks about it a few more times, there will be a miracle?
occur?
She is such a calm person, able to adapt to any situation... Shit.
To put it bluntly, it's just a big heart. After knowing that he couldn't go back, Tong Yan also accepted living here with curiosity about ancient times.
It was already approaching noon, and smoke was rising from each house in the village one after another.
Tong Yan looked up at the houses in the distance, stood up slowly, and walked towards one of them.
She was picked up from the river by a peasant woman more than ten days ago, and their family was kind enough to take her in.
Tong Yan, who had nothing, often helped Aunt Chun with housework out of gratitude.
Aunt Chun was the one who picked her back up.
Their man went to the battlefield two years ago and would send a letter and a little money back every one or two months.
With a fixed income, Aunt Chun and the others will naturally not live a tight life because there is no main labor force to go to the fields, and the letter is just to report that they are safe.
There is also an old man in Aunt Chun's house, her mother-in-law, who looks like she is in her fifties. She usually likes to go out to visit, and usually you can't see her until dinner time.
Tong Yan walked quickly on the road under the sun. This kind of weather was really not suitable for going out.
"Hit him. He was the one who pushed me into the river. My clothes are all wet. If my mother sees her, she will definitely be beaten!" A voice suddenly reached Tong Yan's ears.
Looking for the voice, four or five children were surrounding a dark child, and the person speaking was a little boy of seven or eight years old. The pants on his lower body were half wet, and he was a little chubby. He looked familiar to her.
"We won't play with you if you push someone. You're so dirty, you even eat mice."
Several children pushed the middle child, some poked the child with branches, and some picked up pebbles and threw them at him.
The child said angrily: "You pushed me first, and you also let my food go."
"Eat? You really eat rats. Rats are so ugly and disgusting."
"What's wrong with me pushing you first? I can push you, but you can't push me!" Tong Yan thought to herself that this kid is so domineering. She remembered who this naughty kid was. Isn't it Aunt Chun's son Guizhu?
No wonder she looks familiar. Don't ask her why she didn't recognize her at first sight. Guizhu is only eight years old. He has a noisy temper and loves to play. He goes out early every day, has dinner at noon, and doesn't come back until dark at night. They spend too little time together.
, it is really difficult for her to remember this person.
When Tong Yan saw several children bullying one child, he didn't want to take it seriously.
Although they were bullying, what did it have to do with her?
She is just an outsider who has just been in the village for a few days.
After thinking for a while, Tong Yan shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Your mother-in-law told you to go home for dinner. If you said you were late, I would take off your pants and give you a beating."
Several children turned around and saw Tong Yan, and looked in the direction of home one after another. They did not dare to doubt the authenticity of what she said, and one by one they wanted to go home first.
"Ah, mother called me. Then I have to go back. I was beaten just yesterday. I can't be beaten again. Guizhu, I will find you in the afternoon."
"We're leaving too."
The other children had left, leaving Guizhu standing alone with his pants half wet.
"When you leave, what will happen to my wet pants? It's all your fault, you're an orphan. It's all my fault that you don't have a father or a mother." Guizhu glared at the child opposite him fiercely, and then left with an uneasy heart.
On the way home.
What should I do if I always feel like I can’t avoid today’s meal?