Chapter 1802: Imperial War

"So accurate!"

Through the imprint left in the Han Palace Emperor Realm, Xu Xiaoshou could know what was happening in Tingyu Pavilion at the moment.

He was surprised that Yue Gongli had left the God's Relics and performed so well.

Isn't this really the King of Hell's call?

Daier, Yue Gonghui...

Only this Moon Fox didn't have the secret of life, let alone the proficiency of weaving, so it was hard to tell at a glance that they were two Heavenly Secret Puppets.

But based on intuition alone, he almost caught Dao Qiongcang for sure!

"What a pity."

The effect of the super-Tao memory is really terrifying in any non-combat scenario.

Xu Xiaoshou watched Yue Gongli search Dai'er and Yue Gonghui's souls, and finally came to the conclusion that "he is very suspicious".

If you don't get hit by Dao Qiongcang, be more confident, and kill them directly...

Well, for Dao Qiongcang, it's just the loss of two Heavenly Secret Puppets.

However, it's been so long since the God's Relics, and Yue Gongli still hasn't figured out that the old Taoist's memory is super-Tao?

Well, it is possible that he could see it, but there is no similar super-Tao perception to resist, such as the Great Dao of Will, and his memory was secretly replaced again?

"How disgusting."

Even though he was separated by a whole Saint Emperor Secret Realm, Xu Xiaoshou felt that Dao Qiongcang was difficult to deal with.

Before he left, he blurred the consciousness of all the maids in Tingyu Pavilion in their fantasy time, and did not do anything superfluous.

But Ping'er actually remembered the general process...

This could only be a smoke bomb released by the old Taoist priest to protect himself, or to protect the "Dao Dai'er" Tianji puppet.

The effect is also very good.

Not only did it delay time.

It also pushed the spearhead onto himself, thus eliminating the possibility that the Tianji puppet was caught by the tracking of Yuegong Li Gefan.

"But forget it, don't do anything extreme."

Seeing that the old Taoist priest was trying so hard to protect himself.

Based on the idea that they were all friends and had taken so many of his memory imprints, Xu Xiaoshou showed his aura openly.

He used Hua Zhiyao's identity jade token and the image of a passerby elder to openly teleport into Wurao Emperor Realm.

For a while, I believe no one can catch him.

This wave of self-exposure was purely to cover up Dao Qiongcang, and it also solved his urgent need.

"My Dao, I hope you can remember my kindness..."

No longer paying attention to Tingyu Pavilion, people in Wurao, Xu Xiaoshou polluted the memory imprint here while looking around, his first reaction was:

"It's so bleak!"

Looking around, broken walls and ruins, devastated.

Compared with Tingyu Pavilion with flowers and birds singing, Wurao Emperor Realm is simply a wasteland.

Mountains and forests collapsed, grass and trees were withered, rivers and lakes dried up... There is not even a trace of life here, full of traces of post-war ruins.

There are various large pits and abysses left on the ground, thousands of miles away, as if they were smashed by a huge meteorite, and torn by various crisscrossing sword marks.

It is not difficult to see that this is the remains of the battle between Hua Changdeng and Yu Lao.

The traces of the battle are from east to west, from south to north. It is really not their own home. No one called for a stop, and both sides fought without courtesy.

The ones who suffered the most were the Wurao people who had lost the protection of the Holy Emperor.

"Where are the people?"

There were many dead bones everywhere, only crows and eagles were flying around, and there was not a single living person.

Xu Xiaoshou ascended to heaven in one step, crossing thousands of miles in an instant, but still could not get out of the "battlefield".

He bent down and picked up a handful of soil.

Wurao loess carries the longest memory of this place and has witnessed all the big and small things that have happened here.

Xu Xiaoshou felt something in his heart, and with a weird trick, he kneaded himself into loess and merged into this land.

Then he used the three-way disk of body, spirit and mind to comprehend, "assimilated" himself into the dilapidated land of Wurao, and traced back to the past.

"Boom!"

His thoughts were shaken, and he saw the sky cracked, and the shadow of the sky passed by. He could only see the wings of the big roc, and it was difficult to see its full appearance.

He heard the voice of Yu Lao: "Hua Changdeng, I was crowned as the Holy Emperor, but it was just an accident. I don't want to compete with you Yunshan and the other tribes for the land of Wurao. Why are you so aggressive?"

When the big roc passed by, blood rained down from the sky.

At this time, Yu Lao was already seriously injured and covered in blood. His voice was full of indignation, and he was somewhat helpless.

A white robe fluttered from a distance, holding a lantern in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, with a freehand and calm posture:

"You have been crowned as the Holy Emperor and climbed the ladder to heaven. Your ambition is obvious, and now you are injured by the ghost hunting sword, and you say you "don't want to"..."

He obviously didn't believe what Yu Lao said, shook his head slightly, and said in a broken voice:

"There is no good end to the battle."

Yu Lao was very angry, and the big roc spread its wings, and angrily raised a huge storm.

The mighty power of the Holy Emperor roared through the air, destroying the Dao and wreaking havoc. When it came to Hua Changdeng, three swords appeared around him.

The sword was illusory, dark and gloomy, and formed a three-talent formation.

With three swords protecting him, Hua Changdeng was not disturbed by the power of the Holy Emperor. On the contrary, the ghost hunter in his hand slowly slashed, and the sword in front of his chest was shining brightly.

"Woo——"

It was not Kun's chant, but the sound of a fierce ghost.

The cold sword light broke through the air, cutting off Dapeng's left wing with one sword, leaving a tangled and intertwined terrifying sword intent at its wound.

The sword ghost's intention ghost!

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

This sword was too strong. Although it was thrown casually, the Holy Emperor Yu Kunpeng could not resist it at all, and Kunpeng's defense was like paper.

And after the wing was broken, the sword intent was crisscrossed at the wound, clearly preventing the restoration of vitality.

The last time Xu Xiaoshou saw such a situation was on Ba Zun'an.

There is a terrifying sword energy entangled in Ba Zun'an's body.

Although it is not as powerful as the one Hua Changdeng is displaying now, it is also torturing people's bodies every moment.

But Ba Zun'an is Ba Zun'an after all.

He relied on this to cultivate the Immortal Sword Body, making up for the innate deficiencies of his physical body, and making a further step forward.

However...

How many Ba Zun'an are there in the world?

Old Yu couldn't stand up to the damage of the sword ghost, and immediately cried out in pain, staggering and flying backwards, shouting:

"I don't know the reason!"

"I didn't even want to be crowned as the Holy Emperor, but I suddenly became crowned and suddenly stepped onto the ladder to heaven. This was not my intention!"

His voice was full of pain and confusion of not being able to figure out the cause and effect:

"My family is in the South Sea, and I don't want to play in your Holy Emperor Secret Realm. If I wanted to, why did I become a Kunpeng Divine Envoy earlier?"

"I will directly enter your Yunshan and become a Holy Emperor's Envoy. Wouldn't that be more comfortable?"

Hua Changdeng obviously didn't believe him, and continued to chase with his sword:

"When a bird is about to die, its cry is sad; when a person is about to die, his words are kind."

The "kind" here obviously doesn't mean that Old Yu's words are credible, but just that he thinks it's beautiful and nice to say, but it's not what he really means.

After all, judging from Old Yu's deeds.

The canonization of the Saint Emperor, the ladder to heaven, and the robbery of Wu Rao, these are all indisputable facts.

"Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!"

Yu Laohao shouted a few times in a rage, knowing that he could not explain himself clearly, and he could not fight, so he had to flee for his life.

Dapeng turned into a giant Kun, as if sinking into the deep sea, and when he fell down, he disappeared into the vast ocean of Wu Rao's road.

"You, there is no escape."

Hua Changdeng whispered softly.

Although he was played around by Xu Xiaoshou in the "weirdness" of the mind, he could not even touch his shadow.

But in the combat environment, this world's first Saint Emperor in the ancient sword cultivation world is really too comprehensive!

The three swords of the sword ghost around him flickered in succession, and Hua Changdeng's body escaped into the mind, and the mind returned to the spirit, completely liberating the combat form:

"Fengdu rises, Wangchuan appears!"

With a shout, Wu Rao's emperor realm was reversed day and night, and yin and yang were disordered.

Strange phenomena in Fengdu rose in various places, and the structure of the eighteen layers of hell was formed, with ghost towers and halls in the middle.

The ten masters of the ten halls of hell were holding edicts, seals, chains, or swords... Each of them was a hundred feet tall, looking down on the underworld. As soon as they appeared, they issued edicts to the ghosts.

So the ghosts traveled at night, howling as they passed through the realm. Wherever they went, the living avoided them and the dead bypassed them.

The Wangchuan River surged and surged into the eighteen layers of hell, drowning everything.

The Wu Spare Emperor Realm was directly overturned by the red turbid water, and the spirits of life and death all sank and floated in it.

The rules of this realm are placed in the endless Wangchuan River. Naturally, Yu Kunpeng, who hid under the deep sea of ​​the avenue, appeared under this sea of ​​suffering as if he had thrown himself into a trap.

"Hua! Chang! Deng!"

The shouts of Yu Lao were full of despair.

He had clearly used all his strength, but as two Saint Emperors, the Kunpeng Saint Emperor was proud of the universe, and the Yunshan Saint Emperor was able to cover the sky with one hand.

Down, up.

No matter how much Yu Lao jumped, he was like a clown, and he could not escape from Hua Changdeng's palm.

Bones piled up, a hundred ghosts' altar.

The fire of karma was dim, and the underworld could be repaired.

"Die!"

The Hundred Ghosts Altar was built high in the Wangchuan River. This altar towered into the black sky, blocking all roads. Hua Changdeng stood on the altar and turned into the Lord of Fengdu.

He hunted ghosts in his hand and slashed them down with a sword.

Under the boundless Wangchuan River, the Kun beast wailed continuously, and blood surged, one wave higher than the other.

The surging and whistling breath of death not only drowned Yu Lao in the Wangchuan River, but even Xu Xiaoshou, who had turned into a handful of yellow earth, felt the suffocation.

"Strong..."

So strong!

So strong!

Hua Changdeng wielded the sword with ease, and it was extremely freehand.

But the Lord of Fengdu looked down on me with his imposing manner, which was like seeing the bright moon and feeling the floating duckweed, which was really unshakable.

"Love the common people, and the ancestor of Xuhua, is just like this, right?"

"Is this the fighting power that strongly stopped the eight masters' aggressive momentum, cut off two of their fingers, and left a scar on the neck?"

Xu Xiaoshou found that along the way, he had never seen the positive fighting power of the most amazing ancient sword cultivators in their prime state, which was known as "unlimited".

Gu Lao opened the mysterious door with force, but only glimpsed a corner of the mystery and could not use half of the sword.

The eight masters rushed to the ruins of the gods, and only made a brief comment. In fact, they still had to rely on themselves to use the sword to kill the evil spirit.

This is all within the scope of cognition.

Hua Changdeng clearly exceeded Xu Xiaoshou's cognition of fighting power.

Compared to Rao Wangze, who would be destroyed by the wind and die when he met a ghost, the fighting power displayed by the Yunshan Saint Emperor is more than a thousand times, ten thousand times higher!

Liu Fuyu once used the Fengdu Sword.

That was the most pinnacle application of ghost swordsmanship that Xu Xiaoshou had seen in the world, except for the imagery in the "Guanjian Dian".

But Liu Fuyu's Fengdu Sword is like a grain of sand in the ocean, a pebble in the galaxy, compared to Hua Changdeng's Fengdu Master, they are incomparable.

"Can the gap of thirty years really be so outrageous? Is this the 'unlimited' of ancient swordsmanship?"

In the state of bizarre magic, Xu Xiaoshou turned into yellow earth, and had no scalp, but he still felt his scalp tingling.

No wonder Ba Zun'an admitted that he was ashamed of himself in the field of ghost swordsmanship.

No wonder Ba Zun An once said that if one wants to learn ghost swordsmanship, there is only one master of Fengdu in the world, and one can go and observe Hua Changdeng's swordsmanship.

At this moment, after watching Hua Changdeng's swordsmanship in killing Fish Old Man, Xu Xiaoshou even worried about Lao Ba.

This leader of the holy slaves who walked from Tiansang Ling Palace to the realm of ghosts and Buddhas has always been the anchor of the sea for those in the five realms who resist the cage and pursue freedom.

Even though he was disabled and in unstable condition, he basically didn't show up in various battles. After only sitting in the tent, his performance was still like a miracle.

His existence is a miracle, a possibility squeezed out of the impossible.

It was his young sword that tore open a corner of the prison cage made by the five holy emperor families, causing light to pour in, and the overgrown weeds under the shade of the big tree appeared.

But can a tree or a clump of grass really be a match for an entire life, as well as these gods and Buddhas on the ladder to heaven?

A hungry sponge, frantically absorbing the nutrients of ghost swordsmanship.

Xu Xiaoshou no longer wanted to think too much. He was in Fengdu and felt the same. He frantically analyzed the core of Hua Changdeng, the sword master of Fengdu.

Together with the three sword ghosts, body ghost, spirit ghost, and mind ghost, he is stealing the master.

His body, soul, and mind are all three-dimensional, and he cannot create them on his own. He doesn't believe that he can't steal Hua Changdeng's three-sword sword ghost.

Of course the stolen ones cannot be surpassed!

But Xu Xiao was not only fascinated by the Sword Demon, he was also studying the Eight Masters' Sword Demon.

He knew very well that only when these three-sword sword ghosts and two-sword swordsmen were all brought under the famous swordsmanship, even if the eight masters were defeated by then, would he have the possibility of being better than his master.

"Um?"

On the altar of hundreds of ghosts, Hua Changdeng hunted ghosts Wushuang, and suddenly let out a light sigh.

He stopped and made a completely different behavior from what Wurao Huang Tu remembered - he looked at Huang Tu!

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

After saying these words, Xu Xiaoshou knew that he had been exposed.

The grotesque magic tricks turn the fictitious into reality and have the effect of concealing the truth.

What's more, Xu Xiao's three realms of body, spirit and mind are all transcendental. It couldn't be easier to pretend to be a handful of dirt.

But Huachangdeng can see through...

It’s expected and reasonable!

This extraordinary person may be far better than him in terms of guidance, but how powerful is the Holy Emperor's perception?

I have been able to spy for so long, use my weird tricks to achieve great results, and use my twists and turns to achieve great results. I have already made a profit!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer hid, and Huo Di stood up, returning to his original form from a handful of loess:

"Haha, I was discovered by you, Hua Jianxian, you are so strong."

The wind howls and the clouds surge.

"There!"

In the distance, Yue Gongli's voice came.

Not long after Xu Xiaoshou appeared, two figures passed by in mid-air. It was the Huachang Lantern in white clothes, which was undoubtedly separated from the Yuegong in the Chinese robe.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Without saying a word, Hua Changdeng held down the hunting ghost and was about to draw his sword.

Yue Gongli grabbed his arm. Compared to Hua Changdeng's coldness, he really looked like a fox. He actually looked overjoyed:

"Master Shou?!"

His voice was full of surprise, like an old friend meeting again for the first time after a long separation, and he wanted to realize:

"Isn't the ladder to heaven blocked by resentment?"

"You can actually come up here. You are better than the old slut!"

He looked around and saw nothing unusual, and there seemed to be no arrangement by Xu Xiaoshou.

Of course, Yue Gongli knew very well that all the arrangements were in vain in front of Hua Changdeng himself. After pretending, he said again:

"Master Shou, you and I have not seen each other for half a year, but you miss me so much."

"This time when you came to the Holy Emperor's secret realm, you actually didn't go to the Han Palace Emperor's realm. You didn't come to Tingyuge to find me, and you didn't give me a chance to show my friendship as a landlord..."

He seemed to have completely forgotten the process of searching for Xu Xiaoshou in Tingyu Pavilion against the maid and Yue Gongji.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Hua Changdeng and spoke sincerely:

"Brother Hua, give me a face and let me talk to Master Shou first. You can talk about your grudges later."

"Of course, I don't want your face in vain. As long as I accept your face, go sit in my Tingyuge Pavilion and share it with me in the Han Palace Emperor Realm without mercy."

"If anything happens in Yunshan from now on, it's just a matter of words. I, Yue Gongli, will be here at your call!"

It's not like he's joking.

After saying that, he took out a roll of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict from his sleeve robe, and tore it up in front of the two of them, without leaving any room for regret:

"Based on this oath from the Holy Emperor's golden edict, I, Yue Gong Li, am telling the truth. I only accept you as my friend, as long as you, Hua Changdeng, step back temporarily."

"You two, what do you think?" (End of chapter)