Chapter 135 Orthodoxy

In Yangzhou, the legend of Xu Xuan spread in the world.

The first time he became famous was when the Taibai Sword Sect was completely wiped out, the second time he established his own territory, and then the Demon Sect and Song Qing were killed.

Under the public opinion of the good and evil factions, Taoism was completely portrayed as a devil who did not recognize his relatives.

Later, the Demon General, the Demon Sect, and the Xuanmen Xiantian of the righteous path were killed one after another, which further deepened this impression.

Although the people in the world had a bad impression of them, they still knew whether Xu Xuan was strong or not.

For a time, various legends about the decisive battle between the North and South Demon Sects and the establishment of orthodox ownership were circulated in the world.

Originally, Xu Xuan hoped to keep it secret, and even if he rode a horse, he would try to go to the wilderness or remote official roads.

But when he came to Yangzhou, he found that he had to cross the river, either flying over in full view of the public, or taking a boat.

The quality of the dragon scale horse was too good, and it was the top "car" for heroes in this era, so Xu Xuan did not insist on pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

In the inn.

Gu Hanwei lifted her veil, revealing a dignified and beautiful face, with long hair hanging down to her waist, and a maid combing her hair behind her.

"It's unbelievable that we are on the same boat with such a person, miss, he is so young." The maid was infatuated with him.

"It is said that Xu Zhenjun has the ability to live forever, maybe he is a man of hundreds of years old." Gu Hanwei's eyes were smiling like crescents, teasing the maid.

In fact, she was also very surprised. Kou Zhen and Lu Jing were basically around 30 years old, but their master looked like he was in his early twenties.

This reminded her of someone...

Tianluo Mountain, originally named Yinshan, is a place where yin energy gathers in feng shui. The whole mountain is basically not directly exposed to the sun. The mountain is lush with vegetation and ancient ferns.

In the darkest valley, there is a palace.

At this time, hundreds of disciples gathered here and patrolled in several teams.

In the hall, the devil lazily leaned on the chair. Under the iron mask, there was a pair of dark purple pupils, which was a sign that the Heavenly Demon Art had been cultivated to the highest depth.

The elders, the chief seat, and the hall master below did not dare to look into his eyes.

The title of the devil is not false. When it is cultivated to a high level, the eyes can affect people's spirits. As long as you look at the devil, you can't help but fall into it, and even be controlled.

"Xu Xuan is here, devil, why don't we send out masters to surround and kill him in advance?"

"It doesn't matter. The external forces should not move. Maybe it's a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. We can be on guard internally."

"Also, there are many outsiders outside who are ready to watch the excitement. Should we drive them away?" Everyone asked.

"Kill them all. There are all kinds of people. Don't let those with ulterior motives make trouble."

Soon, the senior officials took charge in person, and the patrols were more intensive than before, without any gaps in patrols.

At the same time, they began to use the butcher knife against some surrounding forces.

After killing several groups of people in a row, it finally stopped.

There are many traps here, poisonous smoke, crossbows, fire bombs, falling rocks, and people at every sentry post. As long as there is any movement, the elite of the whole sect will be alerted immediately.

After everyone arranged it, the devil came to the back mountain in a flash.

It is very spacious here. A piece of open space was artificially opened in the forest, and there is a thatched house in the center of the open space.

The trees next to it are very large, at least two people can hug them together. The devil Zhu Yuan gently stroked the marks on the tree with his hand. This is the scar left when he practiced martial arts with his senior brother. Even though decades have passed, there are still traces of time on it.

There are traces of their childhood here. This place has been sealed, and time here seems to be frozen.

Pushing open the door, smoke and dust rose everywhere. Zhu Yuan sat on a dusty chair, wondering what he was thinking.

The story is very simple, a senior brother with extraordinary talent but evil intentions; a junior brother with mediocre talent and down-to-earth.

In order to pursue higher power, the eldest brother collected magic skills from various sects, and finally killed his master, stole the secret skills of the sect, and fled.

The youngest brother with mediocre talent has been holding on until now.

The story is very old-fashioned, and it is an old plot in vernacular novels, but this is human nature.

"No matter who it is, if they dare to destroy my Taoism, I will kill them even if the gods come!"

Wow!

A strong wind rose in the house, and wisps of dark true energy came out of the body, and the purple-black magic pupil seemed to contain hell.

"If I can't beat you, I will use that trick to deal with you!"

Zhu Yuan looked into the distance, and seemed to meet Xu Xuan's eyes in the dark.

That trick was naturally the trick of mutual destruction. The lethality of this trick can cover a radius of thirty feet, and many great masters dare not easily compete with him.

This trick is naturally not a secret, but something that both the good and the evil know.

After all, if others know that you have this ability, they will be afraid of you; otherwise, if you use it without knowing why, the other party will regret it before he dies, and you will also regret it, leaving only others to feel lucky. Isn't this a very funny behavior?

After making up his mind, the devil returned to the secret room to practice.

The secret room is very simple, with a cushion and a painting, which is a picture of the immortal ascending to heaven.

If Taoism is a responsibility, then immortality is a lifelong pursuit.

As the saying goes, if you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door. Even if the two disciples of the same master have different personalities, they must have some characteristics that are exactly the same, that is, the pursuit of immortality.

Unlike his senior brother who does whatever it takes, Zhu Yuan's method of pursuing immortality is hard practice.

For decades, he has never left his house, practicing wholeheartedly, and successfully found the path for the spirit to influence reality.

Perhaps after becoming a grandmaster, his ability will become stronger.

On the other side.

Xu Xuan walked in the mountains and forests, and looking from the top of the mountain, he could see a piece of palace at the bottom of the valley.

There is no easy way out of the valley. The shortest place is more than ten feet. If you want to enter and exit the valley freely, you need extremely high light skills. Therefore, those who live here are probably the elite among the elites.

There are some towers around the palace, which should be sentinels to guard against the outside world.

The disciples took turns guarding the twelve floors for hours, and there was no slackness. These people are the elite among the elites and will not take a nap.

At this time, the disciple's eyes blurred for some reason.

When he came to his senses again, he saw a man in white in the open space in front of him.

"Xu Xuan!! Xu Xuan is here!!"

As a well-organized sect, they naturally knew about Xu Xuan's portrait.

The horn sounded! !

At the same time, the arrow tower shot out a rain of arrows that covered the sky like rain.

Ding ding ding...

There was only a sound of ding ding ding, and Xu Xuan's body was covered with golden light, which bounced off all the arrows.

The horn startled the entire sect.

Under the dark evening sky, hundreds of figures rose and fell, surrounding Xu Xuan.

The strange lightness and powerful martial arts of the Yinshan Sect, in the modern world of the previous world, could wipe out all the high-level officials of a small or medium-sized country, and this was not the case of the devil himself.

Now all of them are used to deal with Xu Xuan, which shows how much they value Xu Xuan.

In the eyes of everyone in amazement, Xu Xuan flew into the sky and looked at everyone at a distance of thirty feet from the void.

Wow!

On the other side, a figure also flew out and looked at Xu Xuan.

This was a man wearing an iron mask.

"You are the Demon King? You are indeed extraordinary." Xu Xuan looked at Zhu Yuan curiously.

This man actually can't fly, nor is it a magic spell, but there is a force field under his feet, which is equivalent to an invisible stone. When you step on the invisible stone, you will naturally have a flying effect.

This invisible force field should be the skill of the Demon King, and even Xu Xuan has this force field around him.

Of course, it is useless to me. If it were other warriors, it would probably be a nightmare, as if they were thrown into the water, and the more they tried, the more they consumed.

Zhu Yuan said: "Playing tricks! If you come today, don't even think about leaving."

After that, his eyes gradually turned purple and red.

A sharp mental force pierced Xu Xuan.

This is a kind of killing with eyes.

This mental force is much stronger than the so-called eyewitness technique.

Of course, it is still a lot worse than Xu Xuan's divine consciousness.

Xu Xuan did not speak, and his eyes also turned a deeper purple.

The moment he came into contact with the divine thought, it was as if his eyes were looking directly at the sun. His whole body went blank for a moment, and then his head hurt so much that blood gushed out of his seven orifices.

"Ah!"

Zhu Yuan screamed in pain, his move was broken, and he fell.

"Demon King!"

The elders caught the Demon King in the air.

"Impossible!" The Demon King's eyes were bleeding, and he looked at Xu Xuan in the sky in disbelief.

He was defeated in one move.

At this time, Xu Xuan in the sky looked more like a Demon King.

His long hair fluttered in the wind, his robes fluttered, and his eyes were purple like the pupils in the legend.

A closer look showed that the pupils were double-layered.

"Double pupils?" The Demon King was horrified. This was the legendary saint's eye.

Who is this person? Is this the legendary True Lord?

It seems that only that move can be used.

(There will be another chapter around 7 or 8 o'clock. There are still three chapters today.)