readsfreenovel Chapter 587 Making a feint to the east and attacking in the west
Chapter 587 Making a feint to the east and attacking in the west
The system's flattering voice immediately rang out in the sea of consciousness: "Boss, you don't know, this is the tradition of the demon race!
The new demon king must decorate the throne with the skull of his predecessor, symbolizing a complete change of power.
The elders were afraid that you would find it unlucky, so they specially used the demon-purifying flame to burn it for 49 days and also embedded a soul-soothing bead..."
The veins on Mo Xue's forehead jumped. From the corner of his eye, he saw several old demons nervously peeking at his reaction, their tails tensed up.
"Ah."
He suddenly chuckled, a cluster of blue flames ignited on his fingertips, and he slowly stroked from the top of the skull to the chin, "It's... unique."
The skull made a slight "cracking" sound in the demonic fire, and all the demons below the stage trembled collectively.
"Boss! The skull contains the predecessor's demon pill!" 6872 suddenly exclaimed, "They are passing on the demon king's legacy..."
Mo Xue's eyes shone, and he suddenly clenched his five fingers. The skull shattered, and a blood-colored demon pill was pinched between his fingertips.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the hall, and faint shrill howls could be heard.
"Since we want to show our loyalty..."
He was playing with the demon pill nonchalantly, and suddenly looked up at Elder White Wolf in the front row, "Why don't you try the medicine for me?"
Before Elder Bailang could react, the demon pill shot into his forehead.
“Ahhh!!!”
Under the horrified gaze of the demons, Elder White Wolf's blood vessels bulged all over his body, and he exploded into a ball of blood mist in an instant. Mo Xue waved away the bloody wind and leaned back lazily on the throne.
"It seems... it's of inferior quality."
He stroked the remaining skull fragments on the armrest and whispered softly, "Next time you send garbage to me..." The last line of his voice rose dangerously, "I will put your heads on to make a perfect match."
Everyone in the hall knelt down instantly, and a few timid demon generals showed their true form, with the hair on their tails exploded into dandelions.
As early as on a snowy night fifty years ago, Chu Ziyu came to the quiet room of Immortal Xuanxiao alone.
"Master, the seal of the Demon Locking Tower is weakening."
He knelt on the futon, his fingertips gently stroking the edge of the teacup, "Disciple is willing to bear the calamity with his body."
Xuan Xiao Xianzun raised his eyes, his sharp gaze seemed to see through his thoughts: "Do you know what this means?"
"nature."
Chu Ziyu lowered his eyes and smiled, his gentle features reflected in the tea. "If the seal is broken, the backlash will come upon you, destroying you both physically and spiritually."
Outside the window, the wind and snow are getting stronger and the candlelight is flickering.
"Why is this so?" Xuan Xiao asked in a deep voice.
Chu Ziyu respectfully offered tea: "For the people of the world."
He paused, then said softly: "It is also for the sake of... all the disciples."
Xuan Xiao took the teacup. He had once deduced the secrets of heaven for his disciples. Only his most beloved disciple had a fatal calamity that could not be broken or solved.
At this time Xuan Xiao cast a hexagram again, and the hexagram showed "Xun represents wind, and the gentleman acts according to the commandments." He stared at the changing line in the hexagram, but vaguely saw a glimmer of hope.
Xuan Xiao tapped the table with his knuckles. The physical body of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage had reached perfection, and even if he suffered a backlash, his spirit could remain indestructible.
“Yes.” When Xuan Xiao finally nodded, his left hand in his sleeve was pinching the Soul Protector Technique and tapping it on Chu Ziyu’s brow - he had already hidden a ray of his own sword energy in that seal.
If the situation really comes to a point where both sides are destroyed, this sword energy will be enough to protect a wisp of the disciple's soul.
(Little did they know that this wisp of sword energy had become the most crucial trick in Chu Ziyu's fake death plan)
After that night, the seal of the Demon Locking Tower was quietly transferred to Chu Ziyu's body.
In the fragrance of tea, Chu Ziyu looked at the worried look on his master's face and said in his heart: (I'm sorry, Master. You still need to be an uninformed spectator in this drama.)
After all, he was a powerful being in the Spirit Transformation Stage, and it would not be appropriate for him to die so easily. After thinking about it, he could only find this reason.
At the border of the human world, the sky and the earth changed color.
Mo Xue led a hundred thousand demons to attack the border, dark clouds covered the sun, and demonic energy rose to the sky.
All the major sects of the human race have sent out their elite troops, and Immortal Master Xuanxiao personally led three quarters of the Tianxuan Sword Sect's combat power to provide support, and Lin Ci'an was among them.
"Guard the barrier! Never let the demons step into the human world!"
Swords flashed like rain, thunder roared, and the battlefield instantly turned into a meat grinder.
——However, no one noticed that Mo Xue’s figure had already disappeared in the evil cloud.
Tianxuan Sword Sect, the mountain protection formation was in full swing, but it was unusually quiet. The remaining one quarter of the sect's disciples were taking turns on patrol, and were extremely alert.
The void twisted, and a long dark blue crack appeared in the sky above the Tianxuan Sword Sect. All the disciples looked up. Mo Xue came in through the air, his silver hair like frost, followed by three demon elders, and there were endless demon warriors in the crack.
Chu Ziyu rushed out in an instant, standing in the wind in a frost-white robe with wide sleeves, his sleeves fluttering like flowing clouds and snow.
The dark blue gold belt showed off her slim waist, and the blue sword sheath hanging from it shone with a cold jade-like luster. The pear blossom pattern embroidered with silver thread on the hem of her robe was faintly visible with her steps.
The green jade dragon crown held up half of his black hair, and a faint silver sword pattern could be seen between his eyebrows among the loose hair on his forehead - that was the mark of heaven that only the great masters in the Spirit Transformation Stage had.
And at the moment when Chu Ziyu and Mo Xue looked at each other, an extremely huge illusion enveloped the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect.