In the abyss on the south bank of Huanling Sect, in a twisted area.
There was black fog everywhere, and two figures were hidden in it, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.
In addition, there was a black light flickering on the two figures, making their faces appear bright and dark.
The old man with a cane just watched the scene coldly from the side.
call!
Finally, with a dull exhalation, the black light faded and gradually disappeared.
It seemed like some kind of ceremony had ended.
"How?" asked the old man.
"It was Zhishoulou," one of the figures replied in a dull voice, "Zhishoulou did it. The monks from the Prison Department took my soul away, and they used various means to try to pry open my mouth and find out why we called back the monks from Longcheng Pass."
"The same goes for my 'soul'." Another figure echoed.
"So..." The old man said thoughtfully, "It is expected that we will attract other people's attention when we call back many monks from Longchengguan this time.
I just didn’t expect Zhishoulou to be so decisive as to attack the “souls” of both of you directly.”
"Don't worry, sir. Our 'souls' are divided between us. We will never reveal confidential matters. The methods used by the guards will be useless to us. We are experts in playing tricks on people."
"I'm not worried about that." The old man said calmly.
He is also confident that no one else can do this better than him.
"I'm just worried about alerting Zhishou Tower," the old man frowned and said slowly, "Zhishou Tower is now controlled by Shuiyue of Tianji Temple. If Tianji Temple uses the Tianji Mirror, it won't be so easy for us to conceal our true intentions."
“Don’t worry, sir. Although the Heavenly Secret Mirror is powerful, it has many limitations. Unless the situation is critical, I don’t think the human race would dare to use it casually…” One of the blurred figures responded: “After all, as the human race says, good steel should be used on the blade, hehe…”
The old man frowned and relaxed his brows, and finally he could only let out a sigh and said, "I hope so."
After an entire Chang'an year and 20,000 years of careful preparation, he could not tolerate failure.
"The moment has come for the arrow to be drawn. It's almost there, almost there." There was endless madness in the old man's eyes.
Even crazier than the one 20,000 years ago.
Back then, they just went with the flow.
This time, they will undoubtedly be the protagonists.
The old man was extremely certain.
The waves will be caused by them, and they will also be the ones to calm them.
"My Lord, how long do we have to wait? Aren't we already prepared?"
"We have to wait for those two sides to take action first, create an atmosphere where everyone is an enemy, and attract the attention of the human cultivators. Only then can we take advantage of the chaos to make a move." The old man said firmly.
"Fortunately, they are still cooperative. We just received news the day before yesterday that they are almost ready and are about to take action."
"The battle to seize souls can almost begin!" the old man with a cane said sternly.
The essence of this battle for souls will lay a strong foundation for them to dominate both worlds in the future.
…
Feather Demon City.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, magic ships carried small groups of demons.
There are at least a hundred magic cultivators on each magic boat, most of whom are seventh-grade magic cultivators.
The clear sky was filled with waves of rolling demonic energy because of the arrival of these demonic boats.
The demonic energy was huge and overwhelming, and was spreading in all directions at an extremely fast speed.
From afar, the constantly rolling evil energy looked like the shadow of a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, extremely ferocious.
"We're here." shouted the leading demon cultivator.
The next moment, all the magic boats stopped, and one figure after another flew out from the demon warships and stood in the air.
A rough count shows that there are at least three to four thousand seventh-grade magic cultivators. Among them, the strong ones are at the level of high-level magic commanders, and the weak ones are at least seventh-grade.
"Is this what the sword cultivator who massacred the city ?" The leading demon cultivator looked down and said slowly.
He also has the seventh-grade cultivation, but the aura he exudes is as majestic as the ocean, suffocating.
Because he is the top demon commander!
Even though there are a lot of demon cultivators in the demon race, with seventh-grade cultivators everywhere and sixth-grade cultivators being worse than dogs, demon cultivators at the level of top demon marshals are definitely rare and extremely scarce, and have an extremely high status.
As far as he could see, there was a thousand miles of land below, with no soil growing on it. Cracks like tortoise shells spread out and formed a spider web.
It was like a ghost town, without any sign of life.
Beside him, a demon cultivator from Yumo City said respectfully, "Demon Commander Kulong, that's exactly what happened."
The withered dragon demon commander closed his eyes slightly, sensing something.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and said in great surprise: "There really is no hope of life at all..."
"What kind of secret method is this?"
It's not like he had never seen a secret method of extracting vitality before, but he had never seen a secret method that could extract vitality so thoroughly. Even after a period of time had passed, there was still no sign of vitality recovering here.
A domineering and strange secret method.
"This sword cultivator was extremely weird from beginning to end. Apart from this strange secret method, he didn't even use the magic domain when he massacred the city. At that time, we were wondering how terrifying his power would be once he used the magic domain!" said the demon cultivator from Yumo City.
He was one of the seventh-grade demon cultivators in Yumo City who had managed to survive under the protection of the Black Demon Flower at that time.
“But according to subsequent investigations, the sword cultivator who attacked the city was none other than the young master of the Human Sword Sect, named Lu Qingshan,” the demon cultivator from Yumo City said with lingering fear, “The reason why he didn’t use the Dharma Domain from beginning to end, according to the Human side, is because he is still a cultivator of the sixth realm and has not yet cultivated the Dharma Domain.”
The battle record of General Lu Qingshan at Yumen Pass was widely publicized and almost known to everyone. Under such circumstances, it was not surprising that the demons knew some inside information.
"A cultivator from the sixth realm has almost massacred everyone in your Yumo City?" The Demon Marshal Kulong frowned and asked.
The demon cultivator from Yumo City didn't look very happy, but he could only nod awkwardly.
"In that case, he does have some skills..." The withered dragon demon commander grinned , "I really want to meet him."
"It must feel great to kill the Sword Sect's Young Master with your own hands." He said viciously.
As a top demon commander, even among all the seventh-grade demon cultivators in the entire Burning Moon Region, he is one of the strongest.
According to Yumo City, although the sword cultivator was powerful, his strength did not exceed the seventh realm.
As a top-notch seventh-grade demon cultivator, how could he not be confident that he would be stronger when facing a top-notch sixth-level cultivator of the human race?
"However, I am not here to compete with him this time. Business is more important." Thinking of this, the Demon Marshal Kulong shook his head again and put the matter behind him for the time being.
This time, he was ordered to lead the army to attack the human city gate.
Not only him, there were also sixteen similar teams, ready to go, preparing to capture all seventeen small and medium-sized city gates built by the human race on the battlefield outside the domain in one fell swoop.
For this reason, although they exercised some restraint and did not use the eighth-grade magic cultivators for the time being, they dispatched more than 50,000 seventh-grade magic cultivators.
If distributed evenly, every human city would face the siege of more than 3,000 seventh-grade demon cultivators.
Without an eighth-level cultivator guarding every human city gate, the human race will not be able to withstand an attack of this level.
It can be said that this is an action that is bound to succeed.
"Everyone should rest in Yumo City for half a day first." The voice of the Demon Marshal Kulong was cold and pierced through the rolling demonic energy in the sky. It rumbled like thunder, spreading in all directions and reaching everyone's ears.
This time, seventeen teams will set out at the same time to catch the human race off guard. The distance on his side is a little shorter, so he has to rest in Yumo City for half a day and wait for the other demon teams to be in position before setting out at the same time.
…
Lu Qingshan looked at the majestic city wall in front of him.
Beihe Pass.
This is one of the seventeen small and medium-sized city gates built by the human race on the battlefield outside the domain, and it is also the last stop of his trip.
As long as he became more familiar with Beihe Pass, he would visit all the city gates built by the human race on the battlefield outside the domain.
Without any hesitation, Lu Qingshan flew his sword and turned it into a beam of sword light, heading straight for Beihe Pass.
Of course, he did not enter the city with great fanfare, nor did he reveal his identity.
He wanted to get familiar with these city gates from the perspective of an outsider, instead of putting on airs and enjoying the prestige.
Inside Beihe Pass, red lanterns are hung .
This is the tradition of Beihe Pass, symbolizing triumphant victory, and also to illuminate a way home for those Beihe Pass monks who died in the battle with the demons.
It was just the time when the lights were coming on. Lu Qingshan, who had just entered the city, walked straight on the street, seeing red everywhere.
There is a hint of tragedy mixed with the joy.
He walked along the street all the way to a small sword-grinding shop in the south of Beiheguan City.
The owner of this sword-sharpening workshop is a blind old man named Xu Xi, and everyone calls him Master Xu.
Logically speaking, there should be no such thing as blind people among the monks - with their supernatural powers, blindness is not a chronic disease.
But Master Xu’s blindness cannot be cured.
Because he was fighting with a soldier demon and was injured in the eyes by the demon's magic weapon.
The wounds caused by the magic weapons used by the magic cultivators of the Soldier Demon Clan will be lingering with a lingering demonic energy that is difficult to get rid of.
If the evil spirit cannot be removed, his eyes cannot be cured.
Before Xu Xi became blind, he was also a swordsman.
But earlier than that, he was actually a sword sharpener, a sword sharpener for a sword-making sect under the Sword Sect.
When he was young, he once entered the Sword Sect to sharpen a sword for a sword practitioner there. He was immediately impressed by the Sword Sect's aura.
It was also after that time that he "took up arms", gave up his sword-sharpening skills, and instead practiced sword-making, achieving some success, and thus entered Yumen Pass.
It was only after entering Yumen Pass that Xu Xi learned that the Sword Sect had been guarding the border for ten thousand years. How magnificent it was.
Afterwards, he came to Beiheguan to carry out a support mission and never left since then.
During the thousand years in Beihe Pass, Xu Xi experienced countless battles.
He was lucky enough to survive, and even managed to cultivate to the seventh level with some difficulty.
It’s a pity that Xu Xi’s good luck did not last forever.
In a battle one hundred years ago, he encountered a demon cultivator from the Bingmo clan. Although he did not die, he was left with incurable injuries and could no longer see.
For a sword cultivator, the significance of losing both eyes is self-evident.
This made it impossible for him to fight anymore - although he had spiritual awareness, it was ultimately only auxiliary and could not replace visual awareness.
Perhaps there are some sword practitioners who, even if they are blind, even if they have disabled hands, even if they encounter various difficulties, can regroup and embark on a new path.
However, Xu Xi was obviously not that kind of swordsman.
He was just a little swordsman with some talent, but he was just an ordinary .
Xu Xi lost his fighting ability and could no longer wield the sword.
But he didn't want to leave Beihe Pass, which he had guarded with his life for a thousand years.
Beihe Pass, as the front-line city gate, will not allow Xu Xi, who has lost his combat effectiveness, to continue staying in the city. This is too dangerous and meaningless.
In order to continue staying in Beiheguan, Xu Xi picked up the sword-sharpening skills he had put aside for many years and opened this sword-sharpening shop.
After all, even as a front-line city, these "logistical services" are still needed.
Fortunately, although his skills were a little rusty, he had not completely forgotten them.
After getting familiar with it for a while, he got back to the task.
Today, Xu Xi is mentally prepared to die of old age in Beihe Pass.
…
The sword sharpening workshop is quite empty today, with not much business.
Xu Xi leaned on the counter and sipped the wine he had bought.
He is old now and has been thinking back to the past a lot lately.
There was the high spirits when he first arrived at Beihe Pass, the ways to survive taught by the elder monks at Beihe Pass, the joint fights with his companions on the battlefield, and the scene of that damn demon cub having his head chopped off by his sword...
My time limit is approaching.
Xu Xi knew what was going on.
He probably won't be able to sharpen swords for the sword practitioners in Beiheguan for a few more years.
It would be great if I could chop off one or two more of these demon cubs’ heads.
He smacked his lips, feeling a little itchy.
However, Xu Xi also knew that this was unlikely.
First, he is old and his time is running out. Second, as a blind swordsman, how much combat power can he have left?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take out his own sword, and rubbed his wrinkled cheek gently against the cold sword.
"Old buddy, I'm so sorry." Xu Xi said to himself.
A sword is a killing weapon, but his sword has not been stained with blood for a hundred years.
"I heard from the senior cultivator of the Sword Sect who came to sharpen his sword a few days ago that the Sword Sect has recently appointed a junior cultivator... It is said that he is an extremely young and talented sword cultivator. Although his current cultivation level is only at the sixth level of Divine Transformation, he has single-handedly slaughtered almost all the high-level demon cultivators in Yumo City. It's incredible..." Xu Xi thought to himself.
"It's really refreshing. This young Sword Sect's young master is truly a young talent. He can massacre a city at the sixth level. It's incredible..." His mind was drifting, "When he really grows up, he will definitely be able to chop these demon cubs into pieces."
Xu Xi thought of something again, his expression a little dazed, and he murmured: "The biggest regret in this life is that I didn't get to see the heroic figure of Qingyun Sword Immortal with my own eyes. Now I don't dare to have such a big delusion. Now my only hope is to see this Sword Sect Young Master before I die... If this is really possible, I can die without regrets. There should be nothing to worry about or think about before I leave."
Then he shook his head again, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, which was as dry as old tree bark.
What are you thinking about?
Not to mention that Shaozong is hard to see, it is impossible for him to appear here.
Given his current condition, he wouldn't be able to see the young master even if he were to stand in front of him!
Xu Xi, who was lost in thought, suddenly heard a clear voice from above his head, "Master Xu, can I sharpen my sword today?"