Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

On this isolated island shrouded in fog, Yansha stood in the air.

This person was wearing a black robe with dark patterns flowing on it, as if there was a mysterious magic power surging in it.

His long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with a few strands of hair fluttering slightly in the sea breeze, revealing his sinister face.

When he saw Lu Zhi and others, there was a hint of gloom and helplessness in his eyes.

"You guys are chasing us very closely, but today is the day you die."

His voice was deep and magnetic, with an innate majesty. He must have been a prominent figure before he became a demon cultivator.

"Devil, don't even think about escaping from our defense line. You don't have to force yourself. After running for thousands of miles and being seriously injured, how much strength do you still have?"

Next to Lu Zhi stood a cultivator who had reached the late stage of foundation building.

This person held a demon-subduing pagoda firmly in his hand, which was shining brightly and releasing powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

As spiritual power surged, the Demon-Subduing Pagoda slowly rose up, shining brightly and enveloping all the dozen people on their side.

The light was like an indestructible shield, bringing a strong sense of security to everyone.

In addition, the other cultivators all had magic weapons and talismans in their hands, which were specifically used to target demon cultivators and ghost cultivators. Even if the demon cultivator in front of them was in the middle stage of the Golden Core, Lu Zhi and his people were not very afraid.

Three years have passed since the last time several great gods beheaded the lord of the Small Demon Abyss.

During these three years, there were many teams like Lu Zhi who led the demon-subduing team and specialized in hunting down the demon cultivators of all levels who escaped from the Small Demon Abyss. There were also many teams at the Great Zhou Academy.

Now Lu Zhi has been promoted for his merits, and the people around him are basically all foundation-building cultivators, while Lu Zhi himself is only lacking the theory of alchemy away from the stage of forming a pill.

The demon cultivator in front of him fled all the way after being discovered by the Da Zhou Academy. Now he has arrived at the jurisdiction where Lu Zhi is, and he is seriously injured.

In order to achieve this great achievement of walking, Lu Zhi's team followed decisively, chasing closely for thousands of miles, and finally caught up to this nameless foggy island.

At present, Lu Zhi has two choices: one is to take the risk and capture this demon cultivator, and the other is to wait for the arrival of follow-up support.

The support from the Great Zhou Academy has been following closely behind, with only a one-day time difference. If the support from the Great Zhou Academy arrives, this demon cultivator will have no chance of survival.

But in this way, the merit points belonging to Lu Zhi's team will be much less.

At this moment, the war of development is coming to an end. Every Jindan demon cultivator is a rare and valuable resource, not to mention this demon cultivator who has been severely injured. It is really a windfall.

Lu Zhi actually didn't want to take the risk, but he had killed many Jindan cultivators during his five or six years of war career, not to mention that this one was seriously injured. If he didn't take the life, his brothers would not agree.

What's more, the demon cultivator in front of him didn't run away, it seemed that he also wanted to end it all.

In this case, Lu Zhi cannot retreat either, and any demon cultivator born in the Little Demon Abyss can be killed by anyone.

At this moment, the demon cultivator raised his hand slightly, and a bright red light slowly condensed in his palm.

"In this world, what is good and what is evil? It is nothing but wishful thinking of you cultivators."

"Power is the truth of this world. And I will use my power to break these hypocritical rules of yours."

Lu Zhi held the sword at his waist with his hand, his back straight as a pine tree. His appearance was indeed ordinary, without the kind of handsome face that would astonish people at first sight, but there was a sense of determination between his brows.

“What you call power is nothing more than a means of destruction and ruin.

Real power should be used to protect and create beauty."

Lu Zhi's voice was firm, and it was obvious that he truly believed in this.

Yan Sha snorted coldly, with disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Protect? Create beauty? That's ridiculous.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, only absolute power can give people the right to speak and dominate everything."

"you are wrong."

Lu Zhi shook his head slightly. "Power is not for domination, but for balance. It is precisely because there is a distinction between good and evil that we need to use the power of justice to balance evil and maintain peace in the world."

Yan Sha laughed loudly towards the sky, his laughter full of arrogance.

"Peace? There has never been true peace in this world. The justice you cultivators talk about is just to satisfy your own selfish desires."

"You have been blinded by evil and can no longer see the truth of this world."

There was a hint of pity in Lu Zhi's eyes. "True justice is selfless and exists for the welfare of all living beings."

Yan Sha's face turned gloomy and he stared at Lu Zhi closely.

"Humph, what you said is nothing but high-sounding words. In my opinion, only power is real, and everything else is illusion."

"If you continue to be stubborn, you will end up in destruction." Lu Zhi said earnestly.

"Destruction? So what? At least I once possessed great power, while you can only struggle in false justice."

Yan Sha did not flinch, with mad flames burning in his eyes.

Lu Zhi sighed softly, knowing that Yan Sha could no longer be moved by words at this moment.

Lu Zhi admitted that some of his words just now were just polite talk, but most of them were what he thought. Even in Baishan, a place without many rules, the existence of Qingyuan Sect has brought great changes to the territory.

Nowadays, in Baishan, except for Lianshui area, Qingyuan Sect is the most stable one, and all of this is due to the silent efforts of Qingyuan Sect behind the scenes.

Lu Zhi was born a casual cultivator and had seen the lives of people at the bottom of society. Later, after joining the Qingyuan Sect, he realized what he should protect.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhi tightly grasped the magic sword in his hand, ready to face the next battle.

At the same time, a dozen cultivators beside Lu Zhi also tacitly formed a formation to link everyone's Qi together.

Seeing that a fight was about to take place, the demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage shouted:

"Lu Zhi, do you think you can stop me? Haha, too naive." He laughed, and the light in his eyes became even hotter.

As he spoke, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it off without caring, and then continued to laugh:

"You want to give me my life as a reward? Come and take it yourself!"

On the isolated island, the fog was thick and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

Lu Zhi looked solemn, his eyes fixed on Yan Sha in front of him.

Yansha flashed like a ghost and took the lead in attacking.

A dark red long sword, as if made of countless blood, was held in Yan Sha's hand, and he chopped it down at Lu Zhi.

This knife is called "Netherworld Blood Blade". The blade is long and slightly curved, and there is a strange blood light flashing at the edge of the blade, as if it can devour a person's soul at any time.

The handle of the knife was engraved with ferocious evil spirit patterns, which seemed to be wriggling and exuding a frightening evil aura.

The Netherworld Blood Blade possesses powerful evil power. When wielded, it can release evil power as surging as a sea of ​​blood. It can not only corrode the opponent's spiritual shield, but also affect the opponent's mind, causing it to fall into fear and confusion.

It can also absorb the blood flowing from the injured enemy to enhance its own power. Every time it absorbs blood, the blood light on the blade will become more dazzling and the evil aura it emits will become stronger.

When Yan Sha uses all his strength to activate the Netherworld Blood Blade, he can even summon countless blood shadow evil spirits. These evil spirits will pounce on the enemy with bared fangs and claws, bringing huge pressure and threats to the opponent.

This is Yansha’s natal magic weapon, a top-grade third-rank weapon that has been refined for more than 170 years. Its power cannot be underestimated.

Although this magic weapon had been damaged in the previous fight with the masters of the Great Zhou Academy, it was still enough to deal with these foundation-building cultivators in front of him.

Faced with the ghostly howling sound of the Netherworld Blood Blade, several cultivators with insufficient spiritual awareness and weak personalities couldn't help but panic, and the formation formed by more than a dozen people had a slight flaw.

Suddenly, bloody power surged in, making some people even more panicked. They tried their best to swing their swords, involuntarily casting defensive spells, and lost their composure.

At this moment, Lu Zhi's voice rang out, "Brother Mo, use the Demon Subduing Pagoda to hold the fort!"

So, Senior Brother Mo, who had reached the late stage of foundation building, quickly sacrificed the Demon-Subduing Pagoda that he was holding firmly in his hand.

The Demon-Subduing Pagoda, shining with precious light, rose up instantly, and the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations spread out, supporting a solid and clear light for everyone, resisting most of the impact of the Blood Evil Ghost Howl spells.

Upon seeing this, Yan Sha raised a sinister and strange smile, and as blood gushed out, he muttered something. In an instant, with himself as the center, countless scarlet blood mists spread out like an overwhelming blanket. The mist contained a deadly poison, and once it came into contact with anyone, they would become emaciated and turned into blood.

All the disciples immediately covered their mouths and noses in a hurry and reacted quickly. Several disciples quickly took out the magic talismans and chanted spells. The talismans instantly burned up, releasing pure white light, like wisps of clear springs, fighting against the blood mist.

Wherever the light reached, the blood mist dissipated, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

One of the young disciples held the talisman tightly in both hands, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and he concentrated on guiding the power of the talisman.

A burly disciple was wielding the demon-subduing stick in his hand. The runes on the stick shone with golden light, and every swing brought up a powerful airflow, forcing back the blood poison.

The demon-subduing sword of the other female disciple was as agile as a spirit snake, and the light on the sword was like rippling water. She was light and nimble, and moved flexibly in the poisonous gas, drawing a series of protective nets with the sword blade.

But Yan Sha's poison gas was so powerful that even though everyone tried their best to resist, they still felt exhausted.

The blood-like poison was surging like a raging ocean. Wherever it went, the grass and trees withered instantly. The entire isolated island seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of death.

Although the disciples were frantically circulating their spiritual energy to hold on, their faces were still as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads.

At this critical moment, Lu Zhi drew his sword.

The blade of the magic sword flashed coldly in the sunlight. Lu Zhi's eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand steadily resisted Yan Sha's attack.

Yan Sha's ferocious face was distorted with anger, and the bloody blade in his hand collided with Lu Zhi's sword, making a sharp sound.

"How can a mere foundation-building cultivator be able to resist me?"

"You haven't seen enough of our sect's unique skills!"

The air around seemed to freeze, and the tense atmosphere was suffocating.

Lu Zhi's arm shook slightly, and a powerful force was transferred from his body to the sword, forcing Yan Sha to retreat several steps.

Yan Sha's eyes were wide open and he rushed forward again with a roar. His fierce aura seemed to engulf Lu Zhi.

But Lu Zhi didn't care. He was now luxuriously equipped. After five years of fighting, he had captured countless trophies. His cultivation was not enough, so he made up for it with magic weapons. The magic sword he used was also third-level. Although it was of inferior quality, it was very suitable for his style. What's more, the man in front of him was already at the end of his strength.

When the two sides collided again and dispersed, at the tense moment when the two sides were in a stalemate, a hint of madness flashed in Yansha's eyes.

He resolutely sacrificed his third-grade top-grade magic weapon, and then used his own magic power to forcibly break it into pieces.

"Turn into bloody evil!"

The moment the magic weapon was shattered, an endless tide of blood erupted instantly. The horrific blood evil that had accumulated for nearly two hundred years and had devoured thousands of cultivators was about to devour everyone and turn into blood evil, becoming one with them.

Yan Sha intended to use this to wipe out Lu Zhi's team, and then take back these blood evils. Even if it takes decades to forge a new Netherworld Blood Blade in the future, it would be worth it.

The bloody tide swept in like a violent storm, bringing with it an endless breath of destruction.

The disciples in the formation widened their eyes in horror, as if they saw the end of the world coming.

At this moment, the formation before them could not give everyone much sense of security.

At this moment, Lu Zhi stepped forward without hesitation. His eyes were determined, and his spiritual power was surging wildly. He wielded his sword and used his body to withstand this terrifying force.

At this moment, the blood tide had not really come yet. Lu Zhi only felt as if countless huge peaks were hitting him at the same time. His body was in extreme pain, and every inch of his skin seemed to be torn apart.

But looking at the bloody tide coming towards him, there was no fear in Lu Zhi's eyes, only firm determination.

His legs were slightly apart and firmly planted on the ground, like an unshakable mountain.

At this time, Lu Zhi's feet were deeply buried in the mud, and each toe was tightly gripping the ground, as if wanting to merge with the earth.

The spiritual energy in his body surged wildly like a burning flame, forming a shining protective barrier around his body.

The light on the barrier flickered, like a beating heart, and each flash represented Lu Zhi's tenacious resistance.

When that force hit Lu Zhi, he felt an unimaginable force coming at him, as if the whole world was pressing down on him.

His body was shaking violently, and every muscle was tense to the extreme.

There was a sweet taste in his mouth and blood rushed to his throat, but he swallowed it back.

His teeth were clenched tightly, making a "crunching" sound, as if he was issuing an unyielding challenge to fate.

Lu Zhi clenched his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and sweat fell like rain.

The sweat dripped onto the ground and was instantly evaporated into water vapor by the powerful force.