Chapter 458: Raiding the Demon Cave and Sweeping the Cave1940, winter, another world line. The cold wind howled like a knife scraping at bones. On the desolate Gobi Desert, the calm space suddenly squirmed, and then suddenly shattered, and three tall figures walked out. Looking at the somewhat familiar desert, with its high sky and vast land, Jiang Mo couldn't help but smile. If he was not mistaken, this was the edge of the northern border area. After going a few dozen miles, they would officially enter. "The spiritual energy here is not bad." Cheng Zhen, who had just arrived, was a little surprised. The place where they were was only a few times worse than the era when spiritual energy was revived. It was not that bad, and his body did not have any obvious rejection reaction. "Uncle Master, are you cold? I'll protect you." Zhuge Yu, who was standing by, remembered that Jiang Mo's power was restricted and could not be used, and was worried that he had caught a cold, so he quickly opened the Qi Bureau to create a constant supply of warm air for him. "I'm okay." Jiang Mo looked ahead, and the scene that came into view was a vast desert. The sky was cast into an iron color by the freezing temperature. There was almost no living creature to be seen, and the vegetation was withered on the earth. The mountains in the distance were like the undulating spine of a dragon, looming, magnificent and majestic. Then, he lowered his eyes slightly and stared at his right hand, as if thinking about something. The right hand was covered with pale cracks, like broken ceramics.
"What's wrong with you?!" Zhuge Yu had a bad feeling and his face suddenly changed. "No problem." "It's just that the suppression of this world on me is much more severe than I imagined. However, I was not rejected after all." Jiang Mo had a faint smile on his face, he knew, it worked. "Let's go." "Go meet your master and venture into his den." Before coming here, Jiang Mo had a clear view of the countless scenes contained in this world line. His strongest enemy, Chong Yan, not only did not die in this era, but instead cultivated an extremely terrifying demonic body. He commanded twelve tribes of aliens in the northern border, plus a thousand evil cultivators. There are more than a dozen powerful masters at the grandmaster level, and there are three confidants of the supreme grandmaster. As for him... Oh, no, a more accurate name is "it", a species that no longer belongs to humans, and possesses the combat power comparable to the peak of the first level of Xuanming, or even the second level of land immortals. "Master, are you nearby?" During the conversation, Cheng Zhen had already turned his Qi into clouds, carrying the three of them flying, and continued to move forward in the northwest direction indicated by Jiang Mo. "Yes, his territory should be four or five hundred miles away from here. He is a guy who is suspected to have known the reasons for the sect's demise a long time ago." "Because the isolated secret sect was too powerful, and he did not have the complete Trinity True Law, he could not bear the pressure of knowing the truth, and he was thirsty for power, so he embarked on a path that he had high hopes for, stealing the mysteries of the bloodline of all spirits to integrate into his own body." "In short, he's a tough guy who's not easy to deal with. Who among you has the confidence to take him on later?" As soon as these words were spoken, they received an immediate response. "Then it must be me, as the senior brother, who should test his ability first, so that he won't hurt me." Cheng Zhen didn't even think twice and took on this tough job with a smile. Although he is also suppressed by the laws of the world, his situation is much better than Jiang Mo, and he still maintains a combat power of about the second level of Xuanming.
In addition, at this point in 1940, Cheng Zhen estimated that the master, whom he had never met, should be as powerful as his uncle during the attack on southern Xinjiang. Even though he was not sure of winning, he was definitely qualified to fight hard, but the outcome was hard to say. "Brother, alright, go and fight him first. If that doesn't work, we can take care of him together." Zhuge Yu rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try, with an exceptionally confident smile. "it is good." Cheng Zhen smiled and said he had no objection. He formed a seal with one hand to speed up the speed of the Qi Cloud, and it flew over a thousand meters in an instant. In just a few minutes, it arrived at the center of the Northern Frontier. The environment there is even more harsh and desolate, with steep peaks everywhere and endless dry yellow soil. The climate is dry and cold. The sky within a radius of nearly a hundred miles is a depressing dark color, and the evil aura is so strong that it is like purgatory on earth. "call out!--" A silver light fell to the ground, and Jiang Mo, Cheng Zhen, and Zhuge Yu arrived near their destination. In the distance, there is a huge ancient village built against the mountain. There are countless bonfires, and thick gray smoke slowly rises from them. There are countless buildings built narrowly and crowded together, and there is a risk of collapsing at any time. Looking around, the village's winding plank roads lead to all directions, with many intersecting intersections, and crowded with busy people walking on them, responsible for smelting magical instruments, brewing pills, etc. At the same time, screams and pleas were heard in the ancient village. Most of them were businessmen from the south or captives captured from nearby tribes. The fate of most of these prisoners was the same: they would be bled to death and their body parts would be used as medicine. As for some of the weak captives, they were even more miserable. They were hung in front of the village gate. There were dozens of them, with desperate and pale faces. They had no life in them. Their eyes were dead gray and filled with deep resentment. Their lower bodies had all been hollowed out by crows and vultures and were highly decayed. Even in the frost and snow of winter, the air was still filled with the unconcealable stench of corpses. There are more than a dozen evil cultivators stationed at the gate of the ancient village, and the tower defenses on both sides are also manned by evil cultivators. They are dressed in black robes, their faces are pale and sinister, their bones are rugged, and their pupils are an abnormal scarlet color. Jiang Mo calmly gazed at these blood followers, which were Chong Yan's unique masterpiece. He used his own demonic blood to infect the evil cultivators under his command, speeding up their cultivation and increasing their strength, while also draining their lifespans and obtaining one third of their cultivation results compared to his original body. One or two people, or a dozen people may not produce significant results, but if it is a hundred, several hundred, or a thousand people, as the number accumulates, it will only grow like a snowball, and the effect will be terrifying. The specific upper limit of the number is still unknown. In addition, Chong Yan's devil blood has the effect of evolving ordinary people into aliens. The process is as torturous as purgatory, and people with average physique and willpower simply cannot withstand it. In other words, the evil cultivators who can become blood followers at least have the potential to provide him with cultivation. 79 years ago, Jiang Mo broke in here alone and fought with those bloody people. He suffered a lot. The beating by hundreds of people consumed nearly half of his strength. He was forced into a desperate situation and had to burn his life and fight to the death. He clearly remembered that the devil's blood, which was mixed with curses, witchcraft, and the blood power of various creatures, was also a deadly weapon and could be considered a highly poisonous substance. Even if it is a strange person, if he is slightly contaminated by it, at best his skin will ulcerate and his muscles will wither, at worst he will lose his humanity and become a monster. "Uncle Master, should I take action directly?" Cheng Zhen asked Jiang Mo for his opinion. He raised his right hand and the fire energy boiled and condensed into a spear flowing with flaming lava. "Well, be careful not to get his blood on you, be cautious." Jiang Mo gave some instructions, frowned slightly, and made some arrangements: "Zhuge, move as many living hostages as possible out to make room for your senior brother, lest he start killing the prisoners." "Yes, wait a moment, I'll do it right away." Zhuge Yu nodded in agreement and stomped his right foot violently. An invisible and magnificent magic circle instantly expanded from under his feet, covering the ancient village and instantly locking onto a large number of evil cultivators and imprisoned hostages within the range.
"Come--!" With a light shout from him, true Qi erupted, the formation started to operate frantically, and many directions were reversed and changed. Nearly a hundred ragged men, women, old and young were transported out by him through the air and landed on an open space hundreds of meters behind him. The cold wind was fierce and biting, like a sharp blade cutting people's faces. The prisoners shouted in panic, not realizing what was happening. Their teeth were chattering from the cold and they huddled on the ground, shivering. "Leaving the word, the furnace!" Zhuge Yu performed another magic trick. A cluster of flames suddenly appeared in front of the captives. It grew in the wind and turned into a huge furnace, emitting terrifying heat that drove away all the coldness from their bodies. "Great! Which tribe's expert is coming?" "God, please open your eyes!!!" "Wooooooooooooo!" "Wooooooooooooo!" Before the prisoners could be happy for long, their faces turned horrible and they became as nervous as frightened birds. Just because the ancient and dull horn sounded in the ancient village, symbolizing the meaning of enemy attack, after the start of the sound, the evil cultivators quickly discovered something unusual, the "medicine lead" imprisoned in the prison was missing! ! They all came out in full force. "Da da da." Cheng Zhen put his left hand behind his head and tied his hair skillfully. He walked towards the ancient village calmly on the cold and hard mountain ground. In his right hand, he held a flaming spear, as if he was going straight to Huanglong and sweeping the land. "Enemy attack! There's an outsider, kill him!" "It was him who did this! The medicine leads were stolen. Let's get them together." The small chief standing on the tower of the village shouted angrily, and the huge crowd of evil cultivators and guards, like numb puppets, rushed out of the gate frantically and attacked the white-clothed figure in front of them. "Boom!!" Cheng Zhen thrust forward with his spear, and the true energy flowed through the tendons of his right arm, launching a terrifyingly powerful attack, like a roaring fire dragon, charging forward. The wind was howling, and the shadow of the dragon surrounded by flames had an exaggerated size of hundreds of meters, beyond imagination. In a blink of an eye, the pupils of the evil cultivators who had just rushed out for a distance suddenly dilated, and their bodies were submerged by the flames that were so close. "Boom!" It was a blow that shook the heavens and the earth. The dozens of evil cultivators closest to it didn't even make a sound before they exploded into bloody mist. Then, the dragon shadow made of flames attacked the gate of the ancient village with the force of thunder. Along the way, another group of evil cultivators fell like straw, making roars between those of wild beasts and humans, with their limbs scattered and almost dying on the spot. "Boom!" There was only less than half a breath of time, and there was no time to stop it. The raging flames rushed into the building, like a violently burning artillery shell exploding, smoke and dust billowing, roars sounded one after another, and the huge building collapsed into ruins. Nearly a thousand evil cultivators were affected. Those with weak strength were seriously injured and fell to the ground, barely able to get up. There were also hundreds of elite evil cultivators who were in a miserable state, with varying degrees of injuries, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. On the ruins, more than a dozen evil cultivators with powerful Qi energy cast hateful and furious glances. They looked at the slowly approaching white figure and felt a sense of familiarity, especially the typical frosty hair, which reminded them of the same terrifying scene. Similar scenes have happened more than once. Decades ago, twenty years ago, and more than ten years ago, white-haired men of different ages came from the south to attack their ancient village.
The most powerful one was the one in the middle, which depleted the entire ancient village. Almost all the great masters and supreme grandmasters were killed, and even their village chief was beaten to the point of death. He recovered from his injuries for ten years before he recovered and returned to his peak. As for the later visitors, they were very old and were defeated in less than a dozen rounds. They were beheaded by the village chief and thrown into medicine. Several supreme grand masters in the village all know some inside information. This fateful entanglement stems from the fact that their village leader is a member of a Qi-cultivating sect in southern Fujian province, and the village leader was once a disciple there. Everyone came back to their senses with solemn expressions. Every time they experienced such an incident, the ordinary masters in the village really couldn't deal with these troublemakers. Only the village chief could take action to suppress them, as easy as flowing water. Now the village chief is still in seclusion. If they fight here, it will disturb his practice. Considering his capricious character, I am afraid that no matter how close they are, they will all die. "Come on, stop!" A hoarse voice shouted. The person who spoke was one of the three evil cultivators ranked below Chong Yan, named Wang Shui. He was over a hundred years old, with white hair, cloudy eyes, skin like withered bark, and a thin figure, but he exuded an ominous plague aura. "You are not qualified yet." "Chong Yan, get out!" Cheng Zhen's cold eyes condensed, and his afterimage disappeared like a ghost. He launched a fierce attack in an instant, and the speed was so fast that the three great evil cultivators including Wang Shui were caught off guard. "Boom!!" The rolling magma swept across following the tip of the gun, hitting the target the moment it was seen, leaving no chance to dodge. "boom--!" Ten grandmasters and three supreme grandmasters were all severely injured, vomiting blood, with most of their skin burned, and wailing hysterically. "?" Cheng Zhen became alert. With such a big commotion, why didn’t that person show up? Thinking of this, he locked onto the spot with the heaviest yin energy in the village, practiced his true magic, and slammed his palm down on the ground. The next moment, countless rocks and soil began to decompose, and a secret room hidden in the cave dissolved in an instant like a sand castle hit by a flood. "Boom!!!" In just this instant, endless blood-black energy gushed out from the ground, mighty and mighty, as if it had drilled through the entrance to the eighteen levels of hell and released an unknown and terrifying creature. "Is it the village chief?!" The evil cultivators who were paralyzed and injured and lying on the ground had excitement in their eyes. When they saw their backbone, the mountain of pressure suddenly eased. “One step further!” Several evil practitioners of the supreme grandmasters laughed fanatically and worshipfully, saying hello again and again. Chong Yan’s strength means that the power that the magic blood can give them is even more extreme. As blood followers, they are the first to feel the restless power in their bodies and have begun to approach a bottleneck of transformation. "Wow—" A burly figure appeared beneath the crazy and weak laughter. Walking out of the black fog, the old man had eyes like a tiger, a solid chest, muscles all over his body that contained terrifying power, a dignified appearance, and a domineering aura. He was dressed in a gorgeous brown maple robe, his hair was grey, and the wrinkles on his face showed the vicissitudes of life. He seemed tired and haggard, but also seemed to be in high spirits. When you first meet him, you feel like a king looking down on you. "!!!"
Not far away, Zhuge Yu, who was in charge of looking after Jiang Mo, suddenly widened his eyes in shock. This person actually gave him a strong threat of death. In this era, there were such terrifying and powerful people? You know, he has reached the second level of Xuanming cultivation, and has mastered Wuhou Qimen and Fenghou Qimen. Even so, he probably cannot defeat that person. It is conceivable that the suppression of the powerful people of his time by this demon was so cruel that it was no exaggeration to say that it was unparalleled in the world. However, Chong Yan, who had just come out of retreat, was adapting to his transformed body. He exhaled a breath of black Qi, stared at Cheng Zhen with interest, and asked: "Youngster, whose disciple are you?" "Old ghost, have you thought of your last words?" Cheng Zhen did not answer but asked instead. He felt the oppressive feeling of being only a step away from death, but he responded calmly and was not afraid of the battle. He also had absolute belief that he could kill this evil cultivator. If he were not suppressed by the laws of the world, he could kill this guy, who was as powerful as an ordinary demon general, with one hand. "Oh, you have a temper, young man." Chong Yan was not angry, but instead there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. However, after he said this, his face suddenly froze, and he sensed a familiar aura nearby. "It's you?!" "Since you're here, why don't you show yourself?" As soon as he finished speaking, Chong Yan discovered the location of his old enemy, raised his hand and a blood-red lightning as thick as a water tank struck him. "Bang!" Cheng Zhen cut off the lightning with a single shot and stood firmly in place, not retreating. "Uncle Master, please forgive my rudeness. I came here to borrow your brain for use." Jiang Mo appeared in front of the ancient village gate. He met the old man's gaze, looked straight at him, and smiled slightly: "How are you?" "." Chong Yan's heart was in turmoil. He couldn't believe that the nephew whom he had killed with his own hands had come back to life and was standing in front of him in good health. "who are you?" His expression was gloomy and he questioned in a cold tone. He could not accept such a ridiculous possibility. He guessed that it was some other powerful enemy pretending to be him, but he could not find any flaws. His ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. "I'm standing right in front of you, don't you recognize me?" Jiang Mo wanted to reminisce with him and was not in a hurry to send him off. "You are him." Chong Yan stared at Jiang Mo for a long time and finally had to admit the fact. The aura was exactly the same, without any loopholes, but his cultivation had mysteriously disappeared, making him completely unable to see through it. Could it be that what was killed back then was just a clone? As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately rejected it. How could it be possible that at such a young age, his clone had a cultivation level that was above the Supreme Grand Master and below the Earthly Immortal? ! But apart from this, Chong Yan really couldn't think of how Jiang Mo in front of him was able to survive. The signs of complete loss of cultivation were consistent with the heavy price he would have to pay for resurrection, and the other two people accompanying him were also extremely powerful, giving him a sense of threat like a blade at his throat. After a few breaths of silence, Chong Yan sighed with regret: "Miaohui, you really caused me a lot of trouble." He thought of the Sanyi disciples who had challenged him many times, and then looked at Jiang Mo in front of him and asked again: "Little guy, you and I are from the same school after all. Do you think it's worth it to kill each other to the death?" "If you say more, you will die." Jiang Mo didn't care about the other party's words.
"On the road to the continuation and revival of the sect, there will be more enemies. You should stand with me to fight them, instead of opposing me, disobeying me, and fighting with me." Chong Yan refuted coldly. He didn't want to go to war with the people in front of him unless it was absolutely necessary. The risk of falling was extremely high. Even if he could survive by chance, all the skills he had accumulated over twenty years would be wiped out in one day. He could not accept such a predicament, and he did not have much time left. "I know everything you said, but that's not why I tolerate you. Please, Uncle Master, go to your death in peace." "." The situation had once again reached a point where there was no end in sight. Just like twenty years ago, Chong Yan's anger slowly subsided, and he smiled with relief: "Okay, then please prove to me that you have the ability to kill me!" "If you can get past me, I can leave the future to you." "Pfft!!!" After saying this, his body began to change. Rich bloody evil energy surged out from the cracks in his chest and instantly attached itself to various parts of his body, transforming into a hideous magic armor and entering its peak state. "Zhuge, take your uncle away!" Cheng Zhen shouted, and with a flash of his afterimage, he started fighting with Chong Yan. "clang!" "clang!" "clang!" The weapons of both sides collided fiercely. Chong Yan's weapon was a slender Mo Dao, one of the most powerful killing weapons in the ancient cold weapon era. With one slash, it had the power to shatter both men and horses. "Wow!" Sparks flew as Cheng Zhen's gun collided with the Mo Dao. Both sides used their full strength, it was a pure contest of power and speed. "boom!!" Chong Yan's figure was knocked back dozens of meters like a cannonball, and his right hand began to tremble slightly. His eyes were filled with shock. He had never expected that the physique of that young man was so special. It seemed that he had been tempered by the blood of some unknown ferocious beast and transformed into the freak appearance he had now. "amazing." He let out a long roar, and his strength burst out like a shot of arrow. He held the Mo Dao in his hand, flew into the air, and chopped down heavily, hitting Cheng Zhen's face directly. "Boom!!" However, the clash of weapons did not occur again. Cheng Zhen dodged sideways, and the musket in his right hand turned into wisps of true energy, lingering between his five fingers. He slammed Chong Yan's magic armor with one palm, bursting out with twelve points of force. "Crack!" "boom--!" The thick armor was cracked by the bare hands, and the violent inch force, ignoring any obstruction, suddenly penetrated the body and pierced Chongyan's heart and lungs. He crashed through the ruins of the ancient village like a meteorite, vomiting blood, his face changed drastically. He immediately judged that this junior was even more terrifying than Jiang Mo back then! (End of this chapter)