Chapter 87 Demon
Jian Jiuhuang crossed his hands and closed his eyes, concentrating. The six swords behind him were like stars surrounding him.
It spins rapidly, and every turn carries with it a tremendous amount of true energy. An abundant vitality overflows from the sword, as if spring is reviving.

In an instant, the sword's will gathered, and a giant green dragon rose into the sky, roaring loudly, forming a sharp contrast with the black death realm that permeated the surroundings.

The two collided, making a sharp and strange sound that shook the space.

As time went by, the black and green sword intents gradually reached their peak, and the two men shouted at the same time.
I saw a phantom of a giant holding a huge black sword appear in the realm of death, while a giant emerald green dragon was soaring in the air, its eyes flashing, and it spit out a bright green light, heading straight for the giant.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were two deafening noises and smoke and dust rose up. When the dust settled, Si Gu Jian's figure appeared. There was nothing in his right hand. He was actually injured by the sword energy and disappeared.

He looked incredulous. Lost? How could this be possible?

Jian Jiuhuang barely managed to stand steady, his chest rising and falling, a gratified smile on his face:
"Well, that's a good move, but your swordsmanship seems to have deviated from the right track..." There was a hint of regret in his words, "My young master is still waiting for me, I can't stay for long."

After saying this, he gently patted the sword case beside him, and the giant dragon hovering in the air seemed to be summoned, turning into points of light, and the six swords returned to their sheaths in a smooth and graceful movement.

Under Si Gu Jian's complicated gaze, Jian Jiuhuang slowly turned and left, leaving behind a thought-provoking remark:

"We've gone astray..."

Si Gu Jian stood there in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.

Was he saying that his sword path was in the wrong direction? This sudden failure and the other party's words made him fall into deep reflection.

Amidst the chaos, Shisan Wang was about to step into the chaotic and unclear situation. The vague road ahead seemed to foreshadow unknown challenges.

At this critical moment, a young man from Hunan, dressed in plain coarse cloth and holding an ancient long sword, appeared beside him in an instant, as if walking out of the cracks in time.

"Master, don't be too persistent. The way of the sword is a thousand ways for a thousand people, each with its own merits. Why bother yourself with this..."

The young man's voice was gentle but firm, trying to comfort Wang Shisanlang's confusion.

However, Shisan Wang frowned, his tone was full of unquestionable determination: "But... once a mistake is made, it will be a shadow that cannot be erased."

He took a deep breath, shouldered the four heavy, star-glittering swords, and prepared to turn around and leave, as if to leave all his troubles behind.

At this moment, a sudden voice echoed in his mind, as clear as thunder: "Young man, go find Li Chengze quickly, otherwise he will face a life-and-death crisis!"

"Looking for Li Chengze?" Upon hearing this, Wang Shisanlang's eyes instantly focused on Jian Jiuhuang's receding figure in the distance, with mixed feelings in his heart. He muttered to himself,

His tone showed worry about his unknown fate, as well as speculation about Jian Jiuhuang's own safety: "I'm afraid your life is hanging by a thread as well..."

Deep in the valley, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom. Wanwan is like a fairy in a painting, standing lightly on the top of the blooming chrysanthemums.

The breeze blew gently, lifting the hem of her pink dress, revealing a pair of beautiful legs, which were looming, adding a bit of mystery and temptation.

She had a faint smile on her lips, and her eyes were deeply fixed on Ku He who was lost in thought not far away, without saying a word.

However, he kept in mind the mission given to him by gang leader Li Chengze - to contain this powerful opponent.

It has been nearly a year since I traveled to this world. Under the careful guidance of Li Chengze,

Wanwan not only cultivated the Heavenly Demonic Art to the 18th level, but also made great progress in cultivating the Tao Heart Demon, and her strength has entered the ranks of Grandmasters. However, she knows that although her cultivation is strong, she has not yet reached the state of perfection, and her Tao Heart is still fluctuating, which is why Li Chengze needs to rely on the power of Jian Jiuhuang.

The ultimate secret of the Heavenly Demonic Law is said to be able to control reincarnation and transcend life and death; and once the demon in the heart of Tao is perfected, it can even break through the void and travel the universe.

If she and Li Chengze can fully unleash the power of these two methods, they will be invincible in the Daqing Dynasty.

"Who exactly are you?"

Ku He stared at Wan Wan, his heart full of doubts. The aura she exuded had the righteous spirit of a cultivator,
There was also an indescribable gloom and extremeness, as if it was the devilish aura recorded in the ancient books of Tianyi Dao.
This strange coexistence of Taoism and evil made him feel unprecedentedly confused and puzzled.

Wanwan's identity, her martial arts, and everything she displayed were like phantoms in the fog, making it difficult for Ku He to grasp them.

He knew very well that the woman in front of him was no ordinary person, and her existence might completely change the world.

Therefore, he was not eager to take action, but was eager to uncover the other party's true identity.

In his opinion, all the extraordinary martial arts skills in the world originated from that mysterious temple.

If the temple did not exist, the realm of the Grand Master might only exist in fantasy. This is true not only for Daqing and Beiqi, but also for the strong man in Dongyi City.

As for Li Yang, although it has a long history, if you think about it carefully, its longevity may also be due to the protection and support of the temple.

Looking back at the past, the long river of history records the hardships and struggles of the early human race.

At that time, the world was in chaos, wild beasts were rampant, and humanity was facing the crisis of extinction.

It was the arrival of the temple's messengers who brought the hope of survival and the spark of wisdom, guiding mankind to defeat the wild beasts and lay the foundation of civilization.

Afterwards, the temple messengers retired and the temple itself disappeared from the world, but its influence was deeply imprinted on every stage of human development.

Therefore, the temple has become an indispensable existence in this world and the source and pillar of human civilization.

The contradictions and complexities displayed by the woman in front of him made Ku He wonder,
She may have an inextricable connection with the temple. Even if she did not come directly from the temple, she must have an inextricable bond with it.

Just as Ku He was immersed in his own thoughts

At this moment, Wanwan's laughter interrupted his thoughts.

"I am Li Chengze's woman," she said jokingly.
"Why, Master Ku He, can't you do it? Or are you afraid?"

Upon hearing this, Ku He smiled slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Afraid? Maybe. What I'm afraid of is how I'll explain to the person who blessed me if I kill someone by mistake."

There was a subtle hint of tenderness and nostalgia in his words, and a fresh, unworldly and selfless figure emerged in my mind.

She is the eternal lighthouse in Ku He's heart, guiding him in the direction of progress.

(End of this chapter)

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