Chapter 2168 Rules

"The Phantom Flame Ghost" floated towards Li Xiran, Xiong Yue'er and seven other people, but all of them stood still with calm faces, and no one chose to escape.

"Hehe!"

The evil ghost laughed strangely and turned into a black wind, instantly covering the seven people.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan twisted his beard and smiled leisurely: "Yes, you younger generations are aware that running away is useless, saving me a lot of trouble."

Just as he was feeling proud, a shrill scream suddenly sounded in the black wind ghost fog.

After hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's face suddenly changed!

Because the scream did not come from Li Xiran and others, but from... the Phantom Flame Ghost!

"How could this happen?"

He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and pinched the magic formula with his right hand in a hurry, trying to disperse the ghost fog and recall the Phantom Flame Ghost.

But at this moment, the ghost fog rolled, and a black light shot out from it, heading straight for Xiao Yuanshan!

Xiao Yuanshan was caught off guard. He reacted only after the black light approached him. He quickly made a spell and raised a black shield above his head.

Bang!

There was a loud noise in the air.

The shield broke into pieces, and a black vortex exploded above Xiao Yuanshan's head. A huge ghost energy surged out, crushing half of his head into powder!

"Ah..."

Xiao Yuanshan screamed, and the light of escape suddenly rose, and he quickly fled backwards.

In a moment, he was a thousand feet away.

Everyone looked over and saw that half of Xiao Yuanshan's head had been destroyed, and the ghost mist was lingering around, constantly devouring his flesh and blood, making his body unable to recover.

Anyone with sharp eyes could see that this ghost mist was completely different from Xiao Yuanshan's ghost technique, and it was the masterpiece of another person!

"Who? Who is attacking me in secret!"

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked and angry, and looked back.

The black wind slowly dissipated, and Li Xiran, Leng Kuangsheng, Xiong Yueer and others were all unharmed. On the contrary, the ghost of Yanyu was floating in the air with a dying breath, looking like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Next to the evil ghost, a woman in a black skirt stood quietly.

This woman was thin, pale, and bloodless. She was holding a black umbrella in broad daylight, which looked extremely weird!

"Ghost cultivation?" Xiao Yuanshan's pupils shrank.

The Ghost House cultivates the way of evil ghosts. As the head of the Ghost House, how can he not see the truth?

There is no realm difference for ghost cultivation, only strength. Judging from the posture of this woman's attack just now, her strength is definitely not weak!

Xiao Yuanshan showed a cautious look and asked: "Who are you? Why do you want to intervene in this matter?"

The woman in the black skirt did not speak, but just gently turned the black umbrella on her shoulder.

The next moment, the ghost of Yanyu screamed, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a pool of smelly blood, which was sucked into the black umbrella, and its breath completely disappeared.

"You!"

Xiao Yuanshan was furious, but he could do nothing about the other party, so he could only hatefully say: "Where did you come from, crazy woman, do you know what you are doing? Wushuang Sword Sect has offended the public, how dare you go against all of us?"

He knew that he could not win the other party one-on-one, and the implication was that everyone should besiege the woman in black skirt together.

Sure enough, Zuo Wu, Cui Yong, Han Baiquan and other sect leaders fell from mid-air.

There were a total of eleven ancestors of the catastrophe, and their aura was so strong that it was enough to flatten any sect in Yunmeng Mountain except Huanyu Sword Sect.

"This fellow Taoist, you should not be a cultivator from our Yunmeng Mountain, right? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise you will get into trouble, don't blame us for being cruel!"

Zuo Wu's words were full of threats.

But the woman in the black dress had no expression on her face when she heard it, and said calmly: "You don't have to bark like dogs. The master is burning incense on the top of the mountain. When the ceremony is completed, it will be your death."

"Who are you talking about barking like dogs?"

Cui Yong had the most irritable temper. He immediately stood out from the crowd, and the magic power around him surged. It was obvious that he was going to take action.

"Wait."

Zuo Wu stopped him, narrowed his eyes, and looked up and down at the woman in the black dress for a moment.

"The 'master' you just mentioned, is it the leader of the Wushuang Sword Sect?"

"Of course."

The woman in the black dress had an arrogant look on her face, and said leisurely: "My name is 'Zhao Xunzhen'. I came here on the order of the master to read out the rules of Yunmeng Mountain to you."

After hearing this, everyone frowned slightly, and their eyes showed surprise.

"Rules? What rules?" Xiao Yuanshan asked subconsciously.

"First, the wild areas of Yunmeng Mountain, such as Xuanfeng Valley, Heisha River, Tiandu Peak... and more than ten other places, are all listed as public resources. They no longer belong to any sect, but are shared by all Yunmeng Mountain cultivators."

When this was said, everyone widened their eyes, looking incredulous.

You know, the places she just mentioned are almost all controlled by major forces!

For example, Xuanfeng Valley, although it is not a sect resource of Feiyue Villa, if you want to enter the valley, you must pay spirit stones to Feiyue Villa.

This is almost a customary rule, and no one dares to question it.

"Wonderful Wushuang Sword Sect, are you crazy? You still dare to be arrogant until now, are you afraid that you will not die miserably enough?" Ji Lingyun sneered.

Zhao Xunzhen ignored him and continued:

"Second, from now on, the major sects of Yunmeng Mountain must unite, not attack each other, and not kill innocent people indiscriminately. If there is a violation, it will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Wu sneered: "What a loud tone! There are a total of 128 sects in Yunmeng Mountain, each with a long tradition, but I have never heard of anyone setting rules for everyone. You, the Wushuang Sword Sect, will never stop talking!"

After hearing this, Zhao Xunzhen remained expressionless and said calmly: "Yunmeng Mountain could have no rules before, but after our Wushuang Sword Sect arrives, we must have rules."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and a huge map appeared in mid-air.

Everyone looked at it intently and found that this was actually a topographic map of Yunmeng Mountain, with the spheres of influence of each sect clearly marked on it.

However, there are only thirty-six sects on the map, and large sects such as Huanyu Sword Sect, Feiyue Villa, Ghost Mansion, and Biguang Cave are all missing!

If you observe carefully, you will also find that 16 of the thirty-six sects are very large in scope, and these 16 sects are all the sects who came to congratulate today.

"What does this mean?" Zuo Wu asked with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Xunzhen glanced at him and said with a smile: "This is the power distribution map drawn up by our Wushuang Sword Sect. From now on, each sect will divide its sphere of influence according to this map."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yuanshan shouted: "Are you kidding? There are only thirty-six sects on the map, where is our Ghost Mansion?"

Zhao Xunzhen smiled slightly: "I think I have made it very clear. This is the power distribution map of Yunmeng Mountain from now on. As for the sects that do not appear on the map, there is naturally no need for them to exist."

As soon as these words came out, the scene instantly became quiet.

The sixteen sects who came to congratulate were all silent at this time. The monks from each sect looked at each other, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

As for the monks who came to ask questions, they all gritted their teeth at this moment, and their faces were extremely gloomy.

"Okay, what a peerless swordsman! Although I don't know where you get your confidence, but today, you will definitely die!" Zuo Wu said coldly.

Cui Yong, Han Baiquan and others also laughed angrily: "It turns out that we all misunderstood the Wushuang Sword Sect. They are not targeting the Huanyu Sword Sect, but are targeting all of us!"

"Hahaha! This is good. It saves us the trouble of making excuses. Now we can justifiably destroy the Wushuang Sword Sect!"

"Yes, after all, we are here to 'protect ourselves'!"

Cui Yong winked and emphasized the word "self-protection", causing the nearby monks to laugh.

But, while smiling, someone suddenly split into two halves...

Han Baiquan is nearby.

He was laughing happily when he suddenly saw Cui Yong's body separated in the middle without any warning, and the left and right halves were laughing, but he didn't realize it.

Han Baiquan thought he was dazzled, so he calmed down, took another look, and the smile gradually stiffened on his face.

"Brother Cui? What...what magical power is this?"

"ah?"

The two Cui Yong turned around at the same time, with bright smiles on their faces: "What's wrong, Brother Han?"

"You...are you an illusion or a clone?" Han Baiquan asked hesitantly.

"What illusion?"

Cui Yongyong didn't take it seriously and laughed: "Cui made a joke with everyone, what? Brother Han wants to make a joke with Cui too?"

After saying that, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because more and more people were looking at him, none of them smiled, their expressions were indescribably weird, as if they had seen an unbelievable scene.

"Huh? What's wrong with fellow Taoists? Why are you all here to see Mr. Cui? Is there something wrong with Mr. Cui's face?"

"Brother Cui, you..."

Xiao Yuanshan hesitated to speak, with obvious horror in his eyes.

Cui Yong gradually came to his senses and looked to the right with the left half of his body, and to the left with the right half of his body.

When he saw the two of himself, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were extremely frightened!

"I, I..."

Cui Yong's mouth opened, but he couldn't pronounce complete syllables.

The next moment, screams sounded in the air:

"ah!"

The shrill scream seemed to be some kind of mechanism. At the same time as the scream sounded, blood spurted out from the two broken bodies!

Blood sprayed out, dyeing the air red, like a torrential rain!

Such a strange scene made everyone around him fall into silence.

The masters of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, including Zuo Wu and Han Baiquan, all had their eyes widened at this time, with expressions of disbelief in their eyes.

"Dead?"

"Cui Yong... just died like that?"

Everyone reacted one after another and felt a chill behind them!

A monk in the Transformation Tribulation Realm, and a master who had survived one disaster and three disasters, was silently split in half...

He didn't even know how he died!

"hiss……"

Xiao Yuanshan took a breath of cold air and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He suddenly remembered the "master" in Zhao Xunzhen's mouth.

This ghost cultivator knocked off half of his own head by himself, so what kind of cultivation is her master?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yuanshan subconsciously looked in the direction of Zhao Xunzhen.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a man appearing next to the ghost girl.

This man was wearing gray clothes, with a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders, and a pair of black eyes as calm as water, but like the stars in the eternal night, deep and unpredictable...

Soon, all the heads noticed this person.

"You...who are you!" Zuo Wu said with a solemn expression.

The man in gray clothes smiled slightly: "Aren't you all going to kill me? Why don't we recognize each other at this time?"

"You are the head of the Wushuang Sword Sect!"

"certainly."

The man in gray clothes smiled and said: "Formal introduction, my name is 'Liang Yan'. What Zhao Xunzhen announced just now are the rules I have set for all the sects in Yunmeng Mountain."

After speaking, he moved his hand, and a true spirit appeared in the void and was photographed in front of him.

This true spirit is Cui Yong!

At the moment before his death, he used a secret technique to make the true spirit escape into the void, trying to hide it from the sky.

But, how could such tricks fool Liang Yan?

"Sect Master Cui, you seemed to have said that you would kill our Wushuang Sword Sect, but not leave any of my disciples behind?" Liang Yan said with a half-smile but not a smile.

"No, no! That was a joke!"

The True Spirit Xiaguang trembled wildly, and a frightened voice came out from it: "Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings! I, Biguang Cave, once received Confucian teachings, how could I kill everyone at every turn?"

"Oh? Did I hear it wrong?" Liang Yan sneered.

"No, no, no! Master Liang, it's my fault. I shouldn't have come to join in the fun. As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to lead all the monks in Biguang Cave to join the Wushuang Sword Sect. From now on, only Master Liang will obey!" Cui Yong! He begged for mercy in a flattering voice.

"It seems that Master Cui still has a short memory..." Liang Yan sighed: "Didn't I show you the map just now? There is no location of Biguang Cave on it."

After saying that, he rubbed his hands together, and Cui Yong's true spirit turned into smoke amidst the screams...

A generation leader, a master of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, just disappeared completely, leaving not even ashes behind!

The eyes of Zuo Wu, Xiao Yuanshan and others twitched wildly, and they took a step back involuntarily, their eyes full of horror.

After a moment, Zuo Wu took the lead to suppress the fear in his heart, and said with righteous indignation: "You... you are so unreasonable! Why do you kill me just because you say you want to? That's the head of Biguang Cave!"

He was also fierce in appearance but weak in heart, trying to unite everyone and overwhelm Liang Yan with his momentum.

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "What? Are you being reasonable now? You were not like this before... Liang still likes your unruly appearance."

"you!"

Zuo Wu knew that he was mocking the Huanyu Sword Sect, and he didn't want to lose face in front of so many people.

"What a great Sect Master Liang, you are indeed powerful! But we have ten masters of the Tribulation Realm here. If you can kill Cui Yong with a sneak attack, how can you kill all of us?"

As soon as these words came out, all the heads calmed down and came over one after another.

"Yes, swordsmen are good at attacking but not at defending. I'm afraid this person has some weird sword skills and killed Cui Yong with a sneak attack. As long as we stand together, he can't succeed!"

"Haha, after all, he has only survived the second disaster. If ten of us join forces, will we still be afraid of him?"