Money in the heavens

When the four major sects were preparing to meet, Zhaixing Tower was being besieged by the people of the Demon Cult.

Fortunately, Gu Kongshan noticed something was wrong and quickly went to support with Meng Qi and others.

The wind and sand expanded and spread quickly. When it was close, the dust was vast in front of him, and the wind was whistling in his ears. It was difficult to sense the surroundings keenly.

Seeing the sudden change, Gu Kongshan had no time to think about it. The wind and clouds were rolling around him, and he was about to rush into the sandstorm to rescue the Grand Elder of Zhaixing Tower.

At this moment, a slender and powerful hand blocked his eyes.

"Master Gu, don't be impatient, be careful of ambushes." Meng Qi said in a deep voice.

Gu Kongshan was old in the world, and he knew the elegant meaning of the music. He immediately thought to himself that he was too reckless. If the people of the Demon Cult were to attack the Grand Elder of Zhaixing Tower, it would be fine. If they made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, and took the opportunity of the wind and sand to ambush on the way, he would die on the spot if he was not careful.

Although he was the best fighter of the righteous path, he also knew that he was on par with the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei. If he was attacked by him, he would most likely be injured. In addition, with the three masters of heaven, earth and man, he might not be able to escape even if he wanted to.

Therefore, he could not rush in recklessly, but had to move forward cautiously.

Taking a breath, Gu Kongshan said gracefully: "Thank you for the reminder, Master. We will go carefully."

With this group of extraordinary people, it would not be so dangerous even if they were ambushed.

However, he was not careless. What if these people were spies of the Demon Cult? Therefore, when Meng Qi and others were about to enter the sandstorm, Gu Kongshan opened the box in his arms.

Suddenly, the knife light was bright and shot straight into the sky. White clouds gathered in the sky, and the surrounding wind rolled into a dragon, and the sandstorm was gone.

As a good knife user, Meng Qi couldn't help but look far away. He saw a long knife covered with a layer of clear light. The handle was simple and plain, as if it was made of ordinary wood. On one side of the blade, the light blue pattern flashed with a breathtaking light, forming a five-clawed real dragon with a long charm. Under its claws, clouds rolled and spread.

Gukongshan took out the Fengyun Sword, put the knife box on his back, and slashed forward lightly. A violent storm rose, blowing away the sand and dust, revealing a bright road.

It was not until this time that Meng Qi saw the other side of the Fengyun Sword. The dark red light formed a lifelike tiger, and the breeze was around it.

It is worthy of being a precious weapon... Meng Qi praised secretly, and followed Jiang Zhiwei and others into the sand-free road opened by Gukongshan, crossing the sandstorm.

Many tents were blown away at the Zhaixing Tower. Many disciples were lost in the sandstorm, unable to see or hear anything. They had no way to rescue each other. They had to guard the door and move carefully to a place where the wind and sand were weaker.

Near the main tent, the devilish energy was lingering, black and rushing, blocking the Zhaixing Tower owner and several elders and disciples who arrived late.

Some of the three gods of heaven, earth and man flashed in the wind and sand, some were filthy with "fallen stars", and some were filled with devilish energy. They were not afraid of pain or trauma, and their flesh and blood kept wriggling to recover, blocking the Zhaixing Tower owner and others who were desperately trying to rescue.

In a hurry, although the number of masters who came from Zhaixing Tower was superior, they could not move forward.

Inside the tent, a white-haired old man with raised eyebrows and beard glared at the middle-aged man in front of him. There were strands of blood oozing out of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ear holes. The silver-white metal gloves on his palms were entangled and bound by strands of deep and dark demonic energy, making it difficult to exert their power.

The middle-aged man opposite him was unusually thin, and his palms were pressed into the strands of deep demonic energy, as if they were there and not there, as if they were melted into it.

The middle-aged thin man had strange blood and sweat on his forehead, and he didn't look relaxed, but he had a relaxed smile on his face, looking at the back of the white-haired old man.

Behind the white-haired old man, Yun Tingfeng had long hair and thick eyebrows, and his palms were grasping the other's shoulders.

It can be seen that the white-haired old man's muscles are constantly rising and falling, as if something is rapidly pouring into Yun Tingfeng's body.

Next to the thin middle-aged man, Su Yuanying's eyebrows were open, and his dark green eyes were very strange. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly. Two captured female disciples of Zhaixing Tower were lying at his feet. Gu Xiaosang, who was wearing a fluttering white dress, smiled and watched all this, seemingly careless.

After a few breaths, the white-haired old man's muscles shrank, and he slowly fell to the ground as if his whole body was losing energy. His eyes were confused and his mouth was hoarse: "Demon, demon..."

The thin middle-aged man was not careless. The deep and terrifying demonic energy always wrapped around the pair of silver-white metal gloves. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he took it off the old man's hand.

Yun Tingfeng's face flashed a bright red, which disappeared immediately. He stroked his palm with satisfaction and said:

"Master, what should we do next?"

This thin middle-aged man was the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei.

Hu Buwei smiled:

"You three are all great martial artists, and I'm lucky to have your help this time."

After a simple compliment, he said seriously:

"Gu Kongshan and others are about to arrive, and we don't have the strength to fight them head-on. We must withdraw immediately. As long as the day of the Demon Tomb's seal has passed, they will be powerless to save the situation."

"In order not to be caught up by them and take back the 'Star Picking Hand', we will split our troops into four groups, using fake and real tactics to disperse their strength. As long as we bring the Star Picking Hand back to the Holy Volcano and suppress it in the Demon Tomb, we will accomplish our goal."

"At that time, our sect will reward you three handsomely, whether it's magic weapons, elixir secrets, or magic crystals, beautiful disciples, we will never be stingy."

Yun Tingfeng bowed his hands gracefully: "Just follow the leader's orders."

Gu Xiaosang, who was known as Xiao Zi, said with a smile: "That's what I mean."

In fact, they also know that several people in their own camp have been killed, and the location masters are fighting there, and it is difficult to determine the outcome in a short period of time.

They need to find a way to complete the task and unlock the seal of the Demon Tomb, so that they can make up for the good deeds lost due to the death of some reincarnations in their own camp.

The strong wind stirred, the clouds emptied, Gu Kongshanxu slashed the Fengyun knife, and finally opened the way to the Star Reaching Tower, and saw the swaying and chaotic station.

"Master Luo? Where is Elder Qi?" Gu Kongshan saw the Master of the Star Building who was about to chase him into the sandstorm.

Hearing Gu Kongshan's voice, Lord Luo was stunned, then turned around excitedly and said: "Master Guzhuang, Elder Qi of the humble sect was surrounded and killed by demons, and the Star Picker was also snatched away!"

"What?" Although they had expected it, Gu Kongshan, Meng Qi and others couldn't help being shocked.

At this moment, with sword aura flying horizontally and streamers flying, the head of the Wanjian Sect and the old man guarding the gate of Xiaoyue Sect each arrived from different directions with several elders.

"Who is holding the star-catching hand? In which direction are you escaping?" Gu Kongshan asked Master Luo sternly before he could say hello.

The head of Wanjian Sect is a graceful middle-aged beautiful woman, and the old man guarding Xiaoyue Sect is a stooped old man with wrinkles that can kill mosquitoes. They did not interrupt, but listened attentively and asked others about what happened. matter.

Louzhu Luo was stunned by Gu Kongshan's question, and said in a daze: "They divided their troops into four groups and fled from four directions. I don't know who holds the Star Reacher."

The strategy of emptiness and reality... Gu Kongshan understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. But in this kind of thing, there is really no way to guess in advance which way the star picker will go, and he can't gamble. Once he miscalculates, he will be doomed: "In this case, We also split up to pursue, which direction did Hu Buwei escape from? "

At this time, the wind and sand had gradually subsided, and he decided to chase the leader of the Demon Cult, Hu Buwei.

Louzhu Luo calmed down and spoke very quickly: "Hu Buwei is alone, go in that direction...Tianzun and the stranger with open eyebrows go together...Renzun and the man with disheveled hair go together...Dizun and Bai Women in skirts all the way..."

Gu Kongshan did not hesitate and said directly: "I will go with you to chase Hu Buwei."

A single person may not win back the victory!

Then he looked at the head of the Wanjian Sect and said: "Mrs. Huan, please lead the elders of our sect to chase Tianzun. Be careful of the stranger with open eyebrows. He can directly attack the soul."

Mrs. Huan nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry, Taihua Sword can kill the essence of the soul."

She didn't hesitate, and immediately took the two elders to chase Tianzun and Su Yuanying, while the remaining two went back to make arrangements for strict guarding and advancement.

"Master of the ancient village, we are chasing Renzun."

The old man guarding the Xiaoyue Gate didn't want to waste time and said straightforwardly.

Gu Kongshan nodded and said:

"Be careful with the man with loose hair. He can absorb internal energy through physical contact."

The old man Shouque kept this in mind and turned around, leaving some elders behind to stabilize people's hearts.

As for Meng Qi and others, they were preparing to work together to kill Gu Xiaosang while the people in the Demon Cult camp were dispersed.

Perhaps they saw the opportunity to kill Gu Xiaosang, but somehow Meng Qi and others also ignored the incident of the inanimate old mother goddess descending on Duoercha in the world of Duoercha, and just followed them in a daze. Kill Gu Xiaosang.

If Shang Yi was here, he might be able to detect it, but at this moment Shang Yi happened to be entangled with the "Nine Heavens Thunder God".

Such a coincidence is very scary to think about. Unfortunately, at this moment, Shang Yi was only thinking about using the "Nine Heavens Thunder God" to resurrect the ancient overlord to surprise the demon Buddha, and did not pay attention to what happened here in Meng Qi.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west and shines on a ruins covered with thick yellow sand.

This ruins has a radius of dozens of miles, and there are various desert-specific buildings. However, they have long been decayed and tattered, covered by yellow sand, leaving only their outlines. In the center of the ruins, a dilapidated temple stands unchanged for hundreds of years. .

The dark red twilight fell on the ruins, creating a "burning" scene that was spectacular, desolate and vast.

Meng Qi and others were led by Gu Xiaosang to a temple on the edge of the Demon Tomb just like in the original work.

"Is this the temple of the Demon Lord?" Meng Qi found that it was very similar to the ruined temple that he had used to escape the sandstorm. It could even be said that it was exactly the same in shape and features, but the specifications were very different. How could this temple be? When there are five ruined temples.

Elder Chen of Zhaixinglou looked at it carefully, nodded slightly and said: "It is indeed a temple to worship the devil. Judging from its size and the scale of this ruins, it may be one of the original temples to worship the devil. However, As the Immortal bestowed divine weapons and sealed the Demon Tomb, the strength of the Demon Cult shrank, and now only one remains on the top of the Holy Volcano."

"Could they be able to borrow the power of the Demon Grave in this temple?" Although Meng Qi has little experience in the world, his "knowledge" is still very broad, so he may have to guard against this aspect.

The elder surnamed Chen thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Maybe, in any case, we have to be extremely vigilant."

After another routine search, Meng Qi stood up like a brass Arhat statue and held a dark red evil-suppressing knife. He stepped into the temple door first, and this time, Jiang Zhiwei raised his sword to protect him. .

I don’t know why, but the temple is extremely clean, with no dust at all. It’s in sharp contrast to the ruins outside that are submerged in yellow sand, and it’s quite magical.

Right in front of the temple, there is a statue of a god enshrined. Unlike the one in the ruined temple, this statue is well preserved, allowing Meng Qi to see the "grace" of the demon lord.

It has a light black base, three heads and six arms, some with ferocious faces, some with hatred, and some with indifference. The only thing in common is that there is a dark magic mark between the eyebrows, which is evil and filthy. Among the arms, some hold swords, some hold knives, some hold seals, some hold bottles, and some hold wheels.

The most conspicuous one is the one in front of him. The palm is wide, almost twice as long as the other palms. The nails are like swords, extending three inches. The back of the hand is covered with dark patterns, which are dizzy with weirdness, evil, depravity and blood. It also makes people feel an unimaginable hatred, hate the sky, hate the earth for carrying things, hate people for being happy, hate things that are not their own, hate the trouble of cause and effect, hate the cruelty of fate, and hate that they don’t kill enough.

A seemingly ordinary statue actually gives people such a strong feeling, as if it can’t be carved by ordinary people!

"I have heard that the founder of the Demon Sect is a master of carving. Today, I see that it is indeed well-deserved." Elder Chen sighed.

Suddenly, Luo Shengyi took a step back and shook his head gently, which made Meng Qi raise his sword, thinking that the enemy was attacking.

"No." Luo Shengyi quickly said, rubbing his temple, "I was just too focused on the pattern on the palm, trying to distinguish it, but it consumed my energy and made me dizzy."

You probably want to remember these patterns that are obviously not ordinary things... Meng Qi muttered, even if this is just a mortal carving of the leader of the Demon Cult, it is rare to have one ten-thousandth of the true essence of the Demon Claw, but at least it is a bit magical.

Now he recalled that he couldn't remember those patterns, and even if he looked at them with a little effort, he would have emotional ups and downs, and the feeling of killing and hatred would rise, and he almost couldn't control himself.

"Don't delay, you can find something to copy when you return." Jiang Zhiwei reminded.

The people who were tempted by the image of the Demon Lord suddenly woke up and searched for the remaining traces of Gu Xiaosang and Dizun in the hall.

Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not move, standing in the center so that they could rescue others in time when they were attacked.

"When I heard the legend of the Demon Lord before, I felt that it sounded familiar. Now that I see this demon statue, I finally remember why it sounded familiar." Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei's sweet voice like an oriole rang directly in Meng Qi's ears.

She was transmitting the sound into secret.

Meng Qi had been taught the method of transmitting the sound into secret by her, and he imitated her and said: "Why?"

Jiang Zhiwei said quickly: "Because our world also has the legend of the Demon Lord, who is one of the top powers in the mythological era."

"Are the legends the same?" Meng Qi was stunned.

Jiang Zhiwei simply said: "The legends are similar, but slightly different. The legend here is that the Demon Lord broke into the Nine Heavens and was killed by the immortals, and his body fell to the ground. The myth of our world is that the Demon Lord led the Nine Nether Demons and the creatures of the Demon Realm to attack the Heavenly Court, setting off a huge demon disaster, and was eventually killed by the Emperor of Heaven with the Heavenly Dao Seal, and the Demon Realm was also destroyed in this battle, and the Nine Nethers have been hidden in the world since then."

"It sounds so similar..." When hearing them at the same time, Meng Qi felt faintly shocked. Isn't this too similar? The Nine Heavens, immortals, Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven, all seem to be the same. "Where is the remains of the Demon Lord in the myths of our world?"

"I don't know, because the Heaven fell later, and the records are not clear. Perhaps Xuantian Sect will know something." Jiang Zhiwei said with a little thought.

Xuantian Sect is known as the inheritance of the Emperor of Heaven because tens of thousands of years ago, their founder discovered the ruins of Heaven under the Jade Emperor Mountain and obtained the Time Knife and part of the Emperor of Heaven's Jade Book.

Meng Qi thought that this Demon Lord would not be the same Demon Lord, but the strength level of this world is too poor, right?

"To be able to attack Heaven, the Demon Lord's strength is really terrible. I wonder what realm he has reached?" Meng Qi asked in confusion.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment: "It is rumored that the Demon Lord opened the Demon Realm in the void, and his realm and strength can be imagined. Later, the Nine Heavens disappeared, the Heaven fell, and the Emperor of Heaven fell. It is said that there was a hidden danger of a battle with the Demon Lord."

She didn't know how many realms the Dharma body was divided into, nor did she know if there were other realms above, so she could only describe it based on rumors.

"The Emperor of Heaven fell, the Heaven Palace collapsed, who did it?"

The second time he heard Jiang Zhiwei mention this, Meng Qi couldn't help asking, this is definitely not something that an ordinary powerful person can do.

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head: "This is an ancient secret, but there is a record that one day, the ladder to heaven broke, the Heaven Palace fell from the sky, and smoke and dust covered the earth for nine days. From then on, the Nine Heavens, which ordinary people called the Immortal Realm, completely disappeared." (End of this chapter)