Although the sword wind does not do much damage, it can still kill people if it hits their weak points. Those men dropped their knives and covered their neck wounds with their hands, trying to escape. However, many members of the Jingming Sect who were shouting the word "demon" crowded up from behind, leaving them with nowhere to escape. The movement tore their wounds and caused them to spurt blood, and one by one they fell to the ground, their blood forming a pool. The cultists behind them continued to run towards them, stepping on their corpses. They were numerous and powerful, and their shouts and cries of killing were deafening. Ordinary believers were inevitably swept up in the atmosphere and crowded forward. By the time Xi Heng chopped off their heads, there was no chance to regret. Seeing that the enemies were getting more and more crowded, the girl swung out the bloody sword energy again to sweep across the area. The enemies within three or four meters around were scattered on the ground like wheat cut by a sickle. They looked down at their broken waists in horror and reached out to withdraw their hands in panic. Seeing this horrific scene, the believers nearby finally turned around and tried to escape. But the followers of the Jingming Sect on the periphery could not see what was happening inside and were still fantasizing about becoming heroes who slew the demons, so they kept crowding forward.
People outside want to come in, people inside want to go out. The chaos led to greater chaos, with the angry sounds of hacking and the panicked sounds of fleeing colliding with each other, and many cultists actually started fighting with their own people. "Get lost! I don't want to die!" "Kill—coward! Kill!" "I'll kill you, you bastard!" After a while, no one dared to approach Xi Heng and wield a knife. And she gradually came back to her senses from the strange state of calmness she had just had. The surrounding scene was in great chaos, with countless blood and corpses lying on the ground, mixed with many cultists who were still alive, and the air was filled with blood. Xi Heng lowered his head and saw that the sword in her hand was covered in blood, and there was almost no dry inch on the surface of her coat. Even her neck and her face were stained with warm red. "How many people have I killed?" Xi Heng found that there were drops of blood on his eyelashes. Just a glance at the ground, there are more than a hundred corpses... These ordinary followers were easier to kill than the Tianliang rebel soldiers. Just a casual sword strike in a crowded area could kill dozens of them. When facing soldiers in armor, the sword energy can only penetrate one or two, but when facing only skin, flesh, internal organs and spine, it is much easier. The overflowing blood flowed on the ground into pools of blood of varying sizes, which merged with each other and gathered into a large bloody surface. The dark red color spread on the ground, and with the light from the many torches that had fallen to the ground or landed on the corpses around, Xi Heng's demonic figure was reflected. The mirror effect of blood is better than that of ordinary rain. The drizzle also hit the pool of blood on the ground, causing countless faint ripples, making the reflected figure of the demon blurry and unrecognizable. The believers around him started arguing among themselves, and Xi Heng was left alone facing thousands of enemies surrounding him, and for a moment he was free. She exhaled, and it turned into white mist that dissipated in an instant.
The sword in her hand, which was stained with the blood of many people, was also raised in front of her, reflecting her delicate features and face stained with blood. A pair of scarlet pupils seemed to be glowing slightly. Xi Heng pointed the sword forward calmly, his eyes drifting away, landing on the nearest crowded and chaotic crowd of enemies. With a steady turn of his wrist, the blood-stained blade drew a circle, blood splattered on the sword, and at the same time he retracted the sword to the left. Then she stretched out her arms and swept the sword across. This move of hers did not specifically follow any of the moves in the Blood Line Sword Technique. She just swung the sword instinctively and circulated the blood and energy in her body instinctively. Qi and blood flowed through the meridians to the sword, bursting out in an instant. The scarlet sword energy glowed brightly, and a sweeping sword energy flew towards the crowded enemies like a shock wave. The next moment, the surrounding shouting and noise suddenly stopped. Because heads were being thrown high up one after another. The cultists were of different heights. Xi Heng aimed at the necks of the enemy crowd and swept across. Some of the heads he chopped off were intact, some were missing half, and some were cut off along with the shoulder and collarbone. There were even those who were thin or hunchbacked and only had their hair cut off. The round heads drew a complete parabola in the air and poured down like rain. He fell to the ground in a pool of blood, and the pattering sounds were like tomatoes thrown by the audience below falling to the ground after a stage performance. The head fell first, followed by a series of headless bodies that fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from their necks, adding another millimeter or two to the thickness of the pool of blood on the ground. This sword also made the noisy shouting of the people around suddenly stop. The cultists on the periphery also stopped their actions in unison, looking up in shock at the horrifying scene in the sky. Hundreds of heads fell to the ground like raindrops, instantly pouring cold water on the enthusiasm and enthusiasm in their hearts. Suddenly, as if they had reached some agreement, they all stepped back a few steps, making plenty of space for Xi Heng. The sound of blood surging came from all directions like the gurgling sound of boiling water. Hundreds of heads fell, and the chaos finally turned into silence. Under the astonished gazes of countless people, Xi Heng, who was still standing in the center of the square, slowly exhaled. She swung this sword at will as a result of a sudden inspiration from her heart, using a large amount of energy, blood and hidden power, and she herself didn't know what effect it would achieve. "This move is several times more powerful than ordinary sword energy, and it has the potential to expand... This situation seems to be described in the Bloodline Sword Technique. Those who can wield an extraordinary sword have achieved the peak of dark energy." Xi Heng briefly recalled and confirmed: "My dark energy has become stronger... It's really fast." In fact, she is less than a year away from truly achieving dark power. "Is it because he killed enough people and his sword spirit was honed to be pure enough, or is it mainly because his Qi and blood were full after using the Death-Taking Technique before..." "never mind." It would take at least ten to twenty years for an ordinary person to achieve the ultimate level of Dark Energy.
And it only took her one year to go from the initial stage of Dark Energy to the full mastery of Dark Energy. If this matter were known to all the martial artists in the world, she would probably be qualified to give a lecture to the martial artists. Under the terrified gaze of the cultist who came forward, Xi Heng casually turned the sword in his hand and pointed the blade in another direction. Blood splattered, and at the same time, the believers who were pointed at by swords in the distance felt extremely panicked. His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, shouting in terror, "Don't kill me! Lord Demon! Please don't kill me!" Xi Heng's attention was attracted by the sound, and his wandering mind returned to reality. At some point, someone started to kowtow to her. His forehead hit the ground in a pool of blood, splashing a series of ripples. "Coward, coward!" Another sturdy man nearby kicked the kneeling man, knocking him to the ground and stopping this despicable behavior. Xi Heng's pupils turned slightly, he leaned down slightly, stepped on the toes of the blood, and his body suddenly turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards the strong man. The figure turned in the air, and the long sword broke through the air. At the tip of the sword, a red line bloomed in the air. After using the move, Xi Heng put his feet on the ground to steady his body. His blood-stained long hair fell forward due to inertia, but his body remained stable and motionless. The sturdy man two meters away from her had a straight and even line of blood gradually emerging from his crotch to the top of his head. The red line became more and more conspicuous, and at the same time, the opponent's body was split into two halves, and the part where it was cut off was like blooming petals blooming to both sides, one leaning to the left, and the other to the right. She put away her sword wordlessly. As for the group of cultists in front of her, one after another, they followed the example of the man just now and knelt down. The closer you are, the faster you kneel. They shouted "Demon Lord" and begged for mercy, while their heads kowtowed down repeatedly. Xi Heng looked at it with amusement and was about to say something when a familiar shout came from behind. "The demon master of Dark Sky said! Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who kneel down will not be killed--" The cultists who were still hesitant were stunned for a moment. Suddenly, another shout came from the crowd: "We are all descendants of Lord Dark Sky Demon. Worshiping our demon ancestors is a way of recognizing our roots! We have kowtowed to our ancestors in the ancestral temples. Now we kowtow to Lord Demon, the ancestor of our ancestors! Isn't that what we should do?" The cultists' simple and simplistic minds were unable to understand the situation, and after a moment they actually thought that what the man said was right. In their hearts, they have both fear of the great dark sky demon and worship of their ancestors. Combining the two, it seems that it is no longer shameful to bow down to the devil. Seeing their companions kneeling on the ground one by one, more and more cultists, out of the herd mentality, knelt down first even though their minds were still confused. Knees were hit in pools of blood, and piles of corpses on the ground gradually turned cold in the night wind.
Xi Heng looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground and bowing their heads in front of him and shook his head. "Foolishness." I wanted to continue killing them, but this group of people surrendered first. She turned her head to glance at the source of the voice and saw that the person shouting was the first swordsman who surrendered to her earlier tonight. No wonder the voice sounded familiar. Gradually, there were few people standing in the entire Jinshi City Square. Xi Heng also thought that keeping the heads of these people might be of some use, so he sheathed the sword and said: "In the future, you must not trust the Pure Fire Master, nor the Scarlet Sky Goddess, but should trust me." Perhaps because she had used her voice a lot in the fight just now, her voice was a little hoarse and could not be heard too far away. Xi Heng then randomly pointed at a believer in front of him and asked him to repeat what he had said. "The demon master said: You can no longer trust the Pure Fire Master! You can't believe..." After this person said this, the surrounding believers were stunned and said yes. "Since you have agreed, your souls are already in the hands of the Great Dark Sky. If you dare to break your oath, you will be punished in the deep hell for tens of thousands of years after death." Xi Heng briefly talked about the eighteen levels of hell punishment that he remembered in his mind to scare people: "There are nine kinds of torture in the deep hell, including pulling out the tongue, cutting fingers, steaming basket, pillar of fire, mountain of knives, oil pot, rolling stones, knife saw, stone mill..." The believers who were repeating the words nearby began to tremble all over as they spoke. The people kneeling on the ground were terrified and had to believe in this hell because the demons from the Great Dark Sky were right before their eyes. The Great Dark Sky must also be there, and hell must exist. "But if you behave well in my Dark Sky Sect, fight for me, find the secrets of the world, or preach the teachings, you can be granted wonderful magic in your lifetime, and you can go to the Pure Land of Bliss after death to enjoy all the blessings." When the many cultists below heard this, the bitter expressions on their faces finally eased a little. Xi Heng continued: "You, the Jingming Sect, often say that the Great Darkness God is an evil god, but that is not true at all. Darkness is the source of all things and the ancestor of all sects. All things in the world come from darkness and will return to darkness. The Great Darkness God is the mother who embraces all things. She embraces good and evil, righteousness and evil, life and death, and even light and fire." "Otherwise, why is the Great Dark Genius your ancestor? Why aren't you born of the Pure Fire Master?" The more she spoke, the more interesting it became. Her mind was full of activity and she kept talking: "The Great Dark Sky gave you flesh, wisdom and folly, the ability to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, love and hate, peace and madness... She tolerates all your thoughts and actions, because this is your nature. The Great Dark Sky is the mother of life." "But the Pure Fire Master teaches you to block your own nature, and tells you not to be arrogant, jealous, angry, resentful, lazy, or greedy. He wants you to extinguish your natural human desires and become heartless puppets and toiling oxen and horses." "If a person loses his nature, he is no longer a human being. I have come to the world today to make you a human being, not a slave." Xi Heng began to preach. …… Chapter 68: One Sword to Protect the Country "And I came to the mortal world today to make you live like human beings, not like cattle and horses..." Xi Heng casually made up the teachings of the Great Dark Heaven. After he felt that he had finished explaining it, he looked at the confused eyes of the believers kneeling on the ground and said simply:
"From now on, you will continue to work in your positions in the church as usual, but remove the three words 'Jingming Sect' and replace them with 'Dark Heaven Sect'." The people kneeling below nodded their approval one after another, but their expressions were quite numb, and it didn't seem like they were saying it voluntarily at all. "In addition, the literate people in the sect need to compile a doctrine based on what I just said for preaching." "I will return to the pulpit to check. If you mortals dare to betray the Great Dark Sky or leave and defect, hell will be waiting for you after you die." Every time she said something, there would be a chorus of voices responding, and it was unclear whether they were sincere or not.