I practice ruthless way

Yan Wushu reported eight directions in total, Xiao Man shot eight arrows, none of which was false, disrupting his formation, cutting off his life, cooperating with the fog formation, forcing him to retreat again and again.

At this time, the various teams that were ambushing in the dark and ready to go lined up and launched an attack.

All of a sudden, there were killing sounds.

The enemies who came this time were in the middle realm of Guiyuan to the upper realm of Taixuan.The poisonous fog infested them all the time, making their counterattacks slow and even stagnant.

As for people from all sects and sects, whether they come to heal their wounds, or to meet and escort people on the way, the diet and daily necessities of these days are all bought by Yaogu.Jiang Bie followed his earlier instructions and asked the disciples of Medicine Valley to mix antidote into their meals and incense used to repel insects, so at this moment, they can move forward and retreat freely in the poisonous fog.

Last time in Kudan Mountain, all sects and sects suffered heavy casualties, but anyone with a heart and soul couldn't help but be sad and angry. At this moment, the morale is at its peak.

However, the other party cultivated a vajra indestructible body and possessed evil skills. Even if the place is favorable and harmonious, it is not so easy to kill.

The twilight was gradually swallowed up by the night. In the past at this time, there would be Yaogu disciples lighting the stone lamps along the road one by one, but today, the entire valley is shrouded in gloom, falling into the deepening darkness.

On the top of the Dao Hall, Yan Wushu raised his eyelids, swept across the surrounding fields, and said, "The wind is blowing."

When the wind blows, the fog will be blown away.

Xiao Man retracted his bow and raised it with one hand to see Hong Chen. Sensing some movement, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Our location has been discovered."

This is an inevitable result, he shot eight arrows without changing positions, and with a little speculation, he could find the location.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, several Taixuan upper realms escaped from the fog formation from different directions and rushed towards the Taoist hall.

Xiao Man took half a step back, and suddenly realized: "So it turns out that the reason why they didn't use the Supreme Purity Sacred Realm was because they wanted to trap you with a few Supreme Purity High Realms—they didn't want to let more Supreme Purity Saints The holy land is lost in your hands."

"Tian Ji horse racing." Yan Wushu snorted.

After he finished speaking, he got up, and Xiao Mou pointed up, the corners of his clothes rose and fell, and disappeared from the spot.

"Little uncle, won't you stay and help me?" Yan Wushu turned his head to look at the direction where Xiao Man was leaving, and said in a drawn-out tone.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, those several Taixuan upper realms approached at the same time, and the palms suddenly rose, fiercely and fiercely.

Yan Wushu stood on the spot, turned his head, and at the same time grabbed the Tiandi Chaolai sword, flipped his wrist, and swept the flat sword.The sword light came out from the tip of the sword, drew an arc of light in an instant, and then overlapped end to end in an instant, forming a full moon!

The sword is coming to the extreme.

Several crashes fell on the same beat, and the strong sword energy rushed several people to all directions. When they retreated, they saw flames rising from under them, burning their clothes in the blink of an eye.

The way back was cut off.

But Yan Wushu gave a "tsk" sound, raised his head and said, "Baby, don't you think this is unsightly?"

Xiao Man, who was hovering in the sky, did not answer, but glanced at Yan Wushu, and hurried to the other place.

The poisonous mist was blown away by the wind, and the teams defending against the enemy on all sides lost their advantage.Xiao Man was not stingy with his phoenix fire, and everyone in Gushan asked to sweep an area, and immediately went to other places to help.

As time passed, the sects that had left earlier and were returning to Medicine Valley arrived. They did not rest for a moment, quickly joined the battle, and launched an attack from the enemy's rear.

The pressure of the person facing the frontal battle is reduced, and the defeat that is about to be revealed is pressed back, and the front and back are sandwiched, tightly encircling the enemy.

The light of the sword, the light of the sword, soars into the sky and illuminates the night.

The wind of the palm and the wind of the fist, the rocks and the sand.

The sound of weapons being exchanged was endless, and blood fell drop after drop, blooming into flowers on the bluestone road.

In the twilight, when the last rays of light disappeared into the clouds, the last evil monk fell to the ground.

Won.

It's not too hard to win.

The people who were still alive were sitting on the ground panting, while the few Yaogu elders who stayed here were busy walking around to treat the wounded.

Xiao Man shook off the blood on the sword, raised his eyes, swept around, and lit up the surrounding stone lamps with a snap of his fingers.

Yan Wushu leaned on the nearest tree, stretched out his hand to hold a lock of Xiaoman's hair that was blown by the wind, combed two paws, then divided into three strands, and slowly began to braid.

Xiao Man gave this man a hard look, knocked off his restless claws with his scabbard, and walked into the distance.

He wanted to chase after him, but Yuan Qu ran over like a gust of wind, and said to him: "Elder Qi from Yitian Sect has run away!"

"Finally ran away?" Yan Wushu had no choice but to follow Xiao Man with his eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and there was a bit of disgust in his words.

"Huh?" Yuan Qu didn't understand why he said that, but following his gaze towards Xiao Man, and thinking of the dark pavilion under Xiao Man's hand, he suddenly became enlightened.He nodded: "Oh! Good!"

Yuan Qu walked away like the wind, greeted people, and cleaned the battlefield.

Jin Tiannan couldn't help feeling: "No wonder you only told each sect what to do, and didn't tell the whole plan."

"This plan is not difficult to guess." Yan Wushu smiled, "It's actually a gamble."

Bet among them, there is only one spy named Qi.

The night wind is faint, the candlelight is flickering, there are thick clouds in the sky, and the stars and the moon are dim.

The monks of Kudan Temple recited the Mantra of Rebirth, and the sound echoed with the wind, whirling in a low voice.Xiao Man stood aside, meditated several times in his heart, took out one of the beads that turned red in the string, and carefully checked for any changes.

"The captives have all been packed, surgery and medicine have been performed to ensure that they cannot kill themselves." Jiang Bie followed to Yan Wushu's side and said to him.

Yan Wushu raised his hand in a salute: "Thank you, Guzhu Jiang."

Jiang Biezhao waved his sleeves to signal that it's okay: "It's a matter of duty."

After the inventory of the battlefield was completed, various sects came to bid farewell one after another.After everyone set off to leave, Jiang Biezhao, the elders of Yaogu, and the monks from Kudan Temple who had nowhere to go for the time being, set foot on the cloud boat with everyone in Gushan.

The captives were placed in special cells, numbering about ten.

Five of them were the Taixuan Upper Realm who besieged Yan Wushu before—the Phoenix True Fire burned them half to death, and they were dragged out of the fire by Yan Wushu, pressed and beaten, leaving their last breath.

The cells are made of special materials, so they can't see the light of the sky, let alone smell the sound from the outside.Everyone's hands and feet were bound, and Yuan Qu and Tan Wenzhou sat across from each other, pressing for information.

Unexpectedly, these people seemed to be dead, tortured by spells, they refused to open their mouths, even their expressions did not change, Yuan Qu rolled his eyes in anger.

He exchanged glances with Tan Wenzhou, and a person on the other side sneered: "So this is the so-called decent family, who can kill and arrest people, but can't even spy on the enemy. How can this win us over?"

Then he said: "It's better to surrender to my lord, and wait for the bliss that will come when my lord comes."

This made Yuan Qu draw his sword and want to kill.Of course they have a way to get information without asking, but that is one of the forbidden spells, Soul Search, and it is forbidden to use it unless it is a last resort.

The atmosphere froze.

Suddenly, I heard a slow, lazy voice with a little smile: "Then you should tell me first, what kind of bliss will be brought after your Lord comes?"

The speaker Xuanyi rose and fell quietly, and the place where he appeared was right behind these evil monks.

When Yuan Qu saw him, his eyes lit up.Yan Wushu gave him a look, he got up, pulled Tan Wenzhou out of the cell together.

Only Yu Yan Wushu and these evil monks are here.

Yan Wushu walked around them, glanced over their faces one by one, carefully sized them up, and finally sat down in a chair slowly, played with the folding fan, and said with a smile:

"As for me, I don't come from a decent family. I traveled all over the rivers and lakes in my early years, and learned various methods of torture from various places, and I never hesitated to use them."

His eyes stopped on the person who had just spoken, and seeing the contemptuous expression of this person, he leaned back and changed the subject: "But I don't want to use those methods against you, it's too troublesome, I plan to directly—"

Yan Wushu deliberately didn't finish speaking, the moment the words fell to the ground, a wave of spiritual power swung out from the folding fan, and swept across the person opposite.

They immediately changed their countenance.

What Yan Wushu made so straightforward was the soul search technique, and he searched everyone's souls at the same time without changing his face!

The experience of this group of evil monks from birth to the present, how they embarked on this evil path, how they practiced and grew up, are presented to Yan Wushu without reservation.

Sitting safely in his chair, he glanced at one scene after another, and suddenly said "tsk": "So the instructions you received were directly sent to your mind? This method is really interesting."

"You!" One of them tried to resist, struggling to get up under heavy restraints, his eyes were bloodshot.

The sound of the iron chain being dragged was very ear-piercing.Yan Wushu raised his eyes to look at him, closed the folding fan in his hand, and knocked a blow towards his head.His strength seemed to be light and light, but it fell on this person and exploded his head.

Bloody.

Yan Wushu continued to read, twirling the folding fan, and said slowly, as if commenting: "You still call yourself the Guangming Sacred Cult, you have very goals and ideals."

"Your exercises are passed on orally, and the formulas are quite complicated and a bit difficult to learn."

"Do you still have to go on a 'pilgrimage' every few years? Oh, through the pilgrimage to obtain the 'power of Buddha', no wonder there are so many Taixuan Shangjing and Taiqing Shengjing."

"In addition to inviting the Red Flame Dizhu King Buddha to come to the world, we also want to welcome back the 'Second Buddha'... Who is the Second Buddha? You don't even know?"

"Your so-called bliss... turns out to be a world where everyone no longer suffers? How can people not suffer? Ascend to the Western bliss?"

"..."

Yan Wushu searched for a full hour. The evil monk facing him was in pain, but he did not forget to try his best to find a way to kill himself, trying to stop his prying eyes.

Unfortunately to no avail.

These people are not high-level people in the so-called Guangming Sacred Cult, and there is not much useful information to be found, but it is not a small gain to find out their origin, purpose, and exercises.

Yan Wushu got up from the chair, threw the folding fan out, went through several turns among the remaining wandering monks, and ended his life.

The cloud boat galloped eastward, pierced through the thick clouds, and sailed towards the distant stars and moon.

The wind blew through the corner of his clothes, Xiao Man couldn't shake off the fluttering sleeves, looked at the Biebei Building opposite, and said: "You have reached the Taixuan Realm."

In the past few days, Bie Beilou has been rooted in the medicine room, Xiao Man has never seen him, and he just had a face-to-face meeting with the evil monk before, and he didn't speak, now he finally got some free time and met him here.

Bie Beilou held the piano with one hand, blindfolded with white satin, unable to see clearly the emotions in his eyes, but there was a hint of worry in his voice: "It will take some time to return to the Taiqing Realm. "

He blamed himself for being too slow in raising his realm.Xiao Man disagreed, shaking his head and said, "Haste makes waste."

"There is no time." Bie Beilou turned his face to the outside of the cloud boat and said in a low voice, "It won't be long before there will be disasters everywhere."

"Then please, Mr. Bie, hurry up and concentrate on cultivating." A voice suddenly broke in, with a slight smile in his voice, but if you listen carefully, you can appreciate the hostility hidden deep in the smile.

Yan Wushu walked slowly to Xiao Man's side, and after saying this, he said to Xiao Man, "I'm done asking."

"Are you sure you mean 'ask'?" Xiao Man said indifferently.

"The result is the same." Yan Wushu spread his hands.

"how?"

Yan Wushu handed over a booklet, and he wrote down the practice formulas of the evil monk's strange exercises.

"These people, who believe in the Red Flame Dizhuwang Buddha, were selected when they were young, and were instilled with ideas by the 'masters', and they were transformed to become believers and lackeys of the Hongyan Dizhuwang Buddha. They did not have a fixed camp, Before this incident, they had never met each other. The order they received was directly issued to them by the higher level with the technique of intimidation, so it is impossible to reversely trace the location of their base."

"Furthermore..."

They changed places, except for Xiao Man and Bie Beilou, Tan Wenzhou and Yuan Qu, the two Gushan elders, Master Yuantong, the abbot of Kudan Temple, and Jiang Biezhao, the master of Medicine Valley.

Everyone sat around the table, and Yan Wushu told them one by one what he had found in the soul search technique, and passed the booklet with the formulas of exercises to them one by one.

After listening and watching, everyone fell into deep thought, and for a while, no one spoke.

"They are hiding very deeply. It seems that the only one we can place our hopes on right now is Qi from the Yitian Sect." Yan Wushu leaned back in his chair, turned the folding fan in his hand into a beautiful flower, and said in a low voice, "Hope He can bring good news."

"Who is the second Buddha to welcome back?" Jiang Biezhao asked.

Bie Beilou's already slightly frowned eyebrows deepened a little, and he had a guess in his heart, "Could it be Lianhua Youbu King Buddha?"

"But these two Buddhas hold opposite opinions."

"But they are fellow practitioners, fellow practitioners of thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and they know each other very well, maybe...persuaded?"

"Perhaps it was persuasion by force."

"..."

A few people talk to each other, talk about it, but they can't say anything. In the room, silence returns.

"I always like to assume the worst."

Yan Wushu broke the silence: "If they invite back the two Buddhas, and the two Buddhas work together to destroy the world, how should we respond?"

Bie Beilou thought for a while, then replied, "Fight to the death."

From Medicine Valley to Gushan, if you travel at full speed, you can reach it in two days, but as Biebeilou said, disasters are everywhere in the world.

The so-called Guangming Sacred Cultists grew wildly everywhere like weeds in a rainstorm, plundering and killing people wantonly, Xiao Man and others naturally couldn't sit idly by, the speed of the return journey gradually slowed down, and it took more than a month to reach the lonely mountain.

Gushan expanded the mountain guarding sword array for a hundred miles to protect the surrounding cities.Yan Wushu placed the rescued people in the city before heading to the sect.

The scenery in the mountains has changed a round, the autumn leaves are withered, and the water in the stream is shallow and clear.

Jiang Biezhao is the owner of the Medicine Valley, and Shen Yiru, the head of Gushan, came to greet him in person.

The group of Yaogu disciples who came to Gushan a month ago now temporarily live on Baihua Peak, Bie Beilou and others went there, and the people from Kudan Temple followed Yan Wushu to Xueyi Peak.

As soon as they brought everyone to the guest house, they saw Rong Yuan running over and said to Yan Wushu: "Master, the head of the sect has solemnly told me that you should go to Mingguang Peak as soon as you come back!"

"Sect Leader Shen must be in a hurry, Master Yan, please go, I'll take care of it myself." Yuan Tong folded his hands together and saluted him.

Just now when she met Shen Yiru, she didn't rush to let Yan Countless go, presumably she wanted him to settle down with the guests first, but Yan Wushu smiled apologetically, said "Excuse me", and then glanced at Xiao Man.

Rong Yuan is here, but he sees it, how can Xiao Man not know what this person is thinking, but he doesn't want to just walk away, he can only take a few steps forward and say to the people in Kutan Temple: "Everyone, please follow me."

Mingguang Peak.

Floating clouds passed over the peak, and the Zhenpai Excalibur stood majestically, but it was even more awe-inspiring than when it left.When Yan Wushu arrived, Shen Yiru happened to finish talking with Jiang Biezhao, and sent Yuan Qu to send her to Baihua Peak.

Yan Wushu and Shen Yiru are in the relationship of uncle and nephew, they are used to getting along easily and casually.Shen Yiru walked under the banyan tree outside the Taoist hall, brushed off her clothes and sat down, still in a leisurely sitting posture with one leg bent.

"Last time you sent back the news that Lin Wu's Three Generations Reincarnation said that it is possible to restrain the exercises of those wandering monks, so I put him in the battle." Shen Yiru said.

"How was the result?" Yan Wushu gave her and himself a glass of wine respectively.

The wine is aged for hundreds of years, full of mellow aroma.Shen Yiru drank it all in one gulp, put down the wine glass, and looked deeply:

"His reincarnation of the third life said that he can really restrain those weird skills. If we want to not get hurt or fight a protracted battle with evil monks of the same level, we need two people to work together, but he alone can deal with those evil monks with ease. .”

"How's the injury?" Yan Wushu asked again.

Shen Yiru looked at him fixedly: "People in the Taixuan Realm need to supplement with the decoction of Medicine Valley to suppress the evil spirits scurrying around in their bodies. Only he can heal himself."

Yan Wushu poured her a second glass of wine without saying a word.

"If it hadn't been for knowing the relationship between Star Picker and this disaster in advance..." Shen Yiru didn't finish her sentence, her expression was extremely complicated, and she drank the second glass of wine before continuing: "In the lonely mountain, many disciples have already He was enshrined as the savior of the world."

"Let him be the savior." Yan Wushu raised his head and glanced at Tianguang, "In this way, we can save a lot of effort."

"Aren't you afraid of his betrayal?" Shen Yiru narrowed her eyes.

Yan Wushu laughed: "A knife, if you point the blade at the person holding the knife, it will be destroyed."