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When the four major sects were preparing to meet up, the Zhaixing Tower was being besieged by the Demon Cult.

Fortunately, Gu Kongshan noticed something was wrong and quickly went to provide support with Meng Qi and others.

The sandstorm expanded and spread quickly. When it reached nearby, there was a vast expanse of dust in front of the eyes and the whistling of the wind in the ears. It was no longer possible to keenly sense the surroundings.

Seeing the sudden change, Gu Kongshan had no time to think. With the wind and clouds surging around him, he was about to rush into the sandstorm to rescue the Grand Elder of Zhaixing Tower.

At this moment, a slender and strong hand blocked his eyes.

"Master Gu, don't be impatient and be careful of ambushes." Meng Qi said in a deep voice.

Gu Kongshan was an old man in the martial arts world, and he could understand the meaning of the music. He immediately thought to himself that he was too reckless. It would be fine if the members of the Demon Cult wanted to launch a surprise attack on the Grand Elder of the Zhaixing Tower. But if they made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, and took advantage of the opportunity when the wind and sand obscured his senses to ambush him on the way, he would die on the spot if he was not careful.

Although he is the best master of the righteous path, he also knows that he is on par with the Demon Cult leader Hu Buwei. If he is attacked by him by surprise, he will most likely be injured. In addition, with the three masters of heaven, earth and man as new reinforcements, he may not be able to escape even if he wants to.

Therefore, we cannot rush forward rashly, but must proceed cautiously.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Kongshan said gracefully, "Thank you for the reminder, Master. We will proceed carefully."

With this group of powerful people, it wouldn't be that dangerous even if we encounter an ambush.

But he was not careless. What if these people were spies from the Demon Sect? Therefore, when Meng Qi and others were about to enter the sandstorm, Gu Kongshan opened the box in his arms.

Suddenly, the sword light became bright and shot straight into the sky. White clouds gathered in the sky, the surrounding wind turned into a dragon, and the sandstorm disappeared.

As a skilled knife user, Meng Qi naturally couldn't help but look far ahead. He saw a long knife covered with a layer of clear light. The handle was simple and plain, as if it was made of ordinary wood. On the blade side, light blue patterns flashed a breathtaking light, forming a five-clawed real dragon with a long lasting charm. Under its claws, clouds rolled and unfolded.

Gu Kongshan took out the Fengyun Sword, put the scabbard on his back, and slashed forward lightly. Then a violent storm arose, blowing away the dust and revealing a bright road.

It was not until this time that Meng Qi saw the other side of the Fengyun Sword. The dark red light formed a lifelike tiger with a breeze lingering around it.

It is worthy of being a precious soldier... Meng Qi praised inwardly, and followed Jiang Zhiwei and others into the sand-free road opened up by Gukong Mountain, crossing the sandstorm.

At the Zhaixing Tower's base, many tents were blown away, and many disciples were lost in the sandstorm. They could not see anything clearly, could not hear any sound, and had no way to rescue each other. They could only guard the door carefully and move towards places where the wind and sand were weaker.

Near the main tent, demonic energy was lingering and black, blocking out the owner of Zhaixing Tower and several elders and disciples who arrived late.

The three figures of Heaven, Earth and Man, some flashed in the wind and sand, some were filthy with "fallen stars", and some were filled with demonic energy. They were not afraid of pain or trauma, their flesh and blood kept wriggling to recover, and they stopped the owner of the Zhaixing Tower and others who were desperately trying to rescue them.

In a hurry, although the number of masters coming from Zhaixing Tower was superior, they could not move forward.

Inside the tent, a white-haired old man with raised eyebrows and beard was glaring at the middle-aged man in front of him. Blood was oozing from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ear holes. The silver-white metal gloves on his palms were entangled and bound by wisps of deep and dark demonic energy, making it difficult for him to exert his power.

The middle-aged man opposite him was unusually thin, with his palms pressed into the wisps of deep demonic energy, seeming to be there and not there, as if he had melted into it.

The thin middle-aged man had strange blood and sweat on his forehead and looked uneasy, but he had a relaxed smile on his face as he looked behind the white-haired old man.

Behind the white-haired old man, Yun Tingfeng had his long hair loose, his thick eyebrows relaxed, and his hands grasping the other's shoulders.

It can be seen that the white-haired old man's muscles are constantly rising and falling, as if something is rapidly rushing into Yun Tingfeng's body.

Next to the thin middle-aged man, Su Yuanying had his brows raised, his dark green eyes looking very strange. He covered his mouth and coughed softly. Two captured female disciples of Zhaixing Tower were lying at his feet. Gu Xiaosang, in a fluttering white dress, watched all this with a smile, appearing nonchalant.

After a few breaths, the white-haired old man's muscles shrank, and he slowly fell to the ground as if all his energy was drained away. His eyes were confused, and he spoke hoarsely: "Devil, devil..."

The thin middle-aged man was not careless. The deep and terrifying demonic energy always wrapped around the pair of silver-white metal gloves. He only breathed a sigh of relief after taking it off the old man's hands.

A bright red flashed across Yun Tingfeng's face, then disappeared immediately. He stroked his palm with satisfaction and said:
"Leader, what should we do next?"

This thin middle-aged man is the leader of the evil cult, Hu Buwei.

Hu Buwei smiled:
"The three of you are all extremely skilled in martial arts. I am lucky to have your help this time."

After a brief compliment, he said seriously:

"Gu Kongshan and his men are about to arrive. We don't have the strength to fight them head-on. We must withdraw immediately. Once the Demon Tomb is sealed, they will be powerless to save the situation."

"In order to avoid being caught up by them and to take back the 'Star-Picking Hand', we split our forces into four groups and use fake and real tactics to disperse their strength. As long as we bring the Star-Picking Hand back to the Holy Volcano and suppress it in the Demon Tomb, then we will be successful."

"When that time comes, our sect will definitely reward the three of you handsomely, whether it's magic weapons, elixirs, secret manuals, or magic crystals, or beautiful disciples, we will not be stingy."

Yun Tingfeng bowed calmly: "It's up to you, Master."

Gu Xiaosang, who used the name Xiao Zi, said with a half-smile, "That's exactly what I meant."

In fact, they also knew that several people in their camp had been killed, and the masters outside were fighting there, so it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

They need to find a way to complete the mission and unlock the seal of the Demon Tomb, so that they can make up for the good deeds lost due to the deaths of some of the reincarnations in their own camp.

The wind was raging, the clouds were clearing, and Gukong Shanxu slashed with the Wind and Cloud Sword, finally opening the way to the Zhaixing Tower and seeing the shaky and chaotic base.

"Master Luo? Where is Elder Qi?" Gu Kongshan saw the master of Zhaixing Tower who was about to chase into the sandstorm.

Hearing Gu Kongshan's voice, Luo Louzhu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said excitedly: "Gu Zhuangzhu, our sect's elder Qi was surrounded and killed by the devil, and the Star-Picking Hand was also taken away!"

"What?" Although they had expected it, Gu Kongshan, Meng Qi and others still couldn't help but be shocked.

At this moment, sword energy was everywhere and ribbons were flying. The leader of the Wanjian Sect and the old man who guarded the Xiaoyue Sect each arrived from different directions with several elders.

"Who has the Star-Picking Hand? Which direction is it escaping to?" Gu Kongshan asked Lord Luo in a stern voice without even having time to say hello.

The leader of the Wanjian Sect was a graceful and elegant middle-aged beauty, and the old man guarding the Xiaoyue Sect was a hunched-backed old man with wrinkles that could kill a mosquito. They did not interrupt, but listened with their ears tilted and asked others about what had happened.

Luo Louzhu was stunned by Gu Kongshan's question, and said in a daze: "They split into four groups and fled from four directions. I don't know who has the Star-Picking Hand."

A false and true strategy... Gu Kongshan understood what was going on as soon as he heard it, but in this kind of situation, there was really no way to guess in advance which way the Star-Picking Hand would be, and he couldn't gamble. If he miscalculated, there would be no recovery: "In this case, let's split up and chase him. Which direction did Hu Buwei escape to? Who else was traveling with him?"

At this time, the wind and sand had gradually subsided, and he decided to chase the demon cult leader Hu Buwei by himself.

Luo Louzhu calmed down and said quickly: "Hu Buwei is alone, going in that direction... Tianzun and the strange man with an eye in the middle of his forehead are going one way... Renzun and the man with loose hair are going one way... Dizun and the woman in white dress are going one way..."

Gu Kongshan did not hesitate and said directly: "I will go with you to chase Hu Buwei." It may not be possible to get it back alone!

Then he looked at the head of the Wanjian Sect and said, "Madam Huan, please lead our elders to chase after Tianzun. Be careful of the strange man with an eye in his forehead. He can directly attack the soul."

Madam Huan nodded with a serious expression and said, "Don't worry, the Taihua Sword can cut through the spirit and soul."

Without further ado, she immediately took two elders to chase Tianzun and Su Yuanying, while the remaining two went back to arrange for strict defense and advancement.

"Master Gu, let's go after Renzun."

The old man guarding Xiaoyue Gate didn't want to waste time and said directly.

Gu Kongshan nodded and said:

"Be careful of the man with long hair. He can absorb inner strength through physical contact."

The old man guarding the palace kept it in mind, turned around and left, and also left some elders behind to calm people's hearts.

As for Meng Qi and others, they planned to take advantage of the time when the people in the Demon Cult camp were scattered and work together to kill Gu Xiaosang.

Perhaps they saw an opportunity to kill Gu Xiaosang, and somehow Meng Qi and his companions ignored the incident of the Mother Goddess of No Birth descending to Dorcha in the Dorcha world, and just followed them to hunt down Gu Xiaosang.

If Shang Yi were there, he might be able to notice it, but at this moment Shang Yi happened to be entangled with the "Nine Heavens Thunder God".

Such a coincidence is very terrifying when one thinks about it carefully. Unfortunately, at this moment, Shang Yi was thinking about using the "Nine Heavens Thunder God" to revive the ancient overlord and give the Demon Buddha a surprise, and he did not pay attention to what was happening here with Meng Qi.

In the evening, the setting sun shines on a ruins covered with thick yellow sand.

The ruins are dozens of miles in radius, and there are all kinds of desert-specific buildings, but they have long been decayed and dilapidated, covered by yellow sand, leaving only their outlines. In the center of the ruins, a dilapidated temple stands as if it has not changed for hundreds of years.

The dark red twilight fell on the ruins, creating a "burning" scene that was spectacular, desolate and vast.

Just like in the original novel, Meng Qi and others were led by Gu Xiaosang to a temple on the edge of the Demon Tomb.

"Is this the Demon Lord's temple?" Meng Qi discovered that it was very similar to the dilapidated temple where he had taken shelter from the sandstorm before. It could even be said that the shape and features were exactly the same, except that the specifications were very different. This temple could be passed off as five dilapidated temples.

Elder Chen of Zhaixing Tower examined it carefully and nodded gently, saying, "It is indeed a temple dedicated to the Demon Lord. Judging from its size and the scale of the ruins, it may have been one of the original main temples. However, as the immortals bestowed divine weapons and sealed the Demon Tomb, the Demon Cult's strength shrank, and now there is only one temple left on the top of the Holy Fire Mountain."

"Could it be that they can borrow the power of the Demon Tomb in this temple?" Although Meng Qi had little experience in the martial arts world, he had a wide range of "information" and had to guard against this possibility.

Elder Chen thought about it and said uncertainly: "Maybe, but we must be extremely vigilant."

After another routine search, Meng Qi took up his stance, his body like a bronze arhat statue, holding a dark red evil-suppressing knife in his hand, and stepped into the temple first. This time, Jiang Zhiwei stood by his side with a sword in hand to protect him.

For some reason, the temple was unusually clean, without a single speck of dust, which formed a stark contrast to the ruins outside that were buried in yellow sand. It was quite magical.

Right in front of the temple, there is a statue enshrined. Unlike the one in the dilapidated temple, this statue is well preserved, allowing Meng Qi to catch a glimpse of the Demon Lord's "style".

It has a light black base, three heads and six arms, and some of their faces are ferocious, some are hateful, and some are indifferent. The only thing in common is that there is a dark magic mark between their eyebrows, which is evil and filthy. Among their arms, some hold swords, some hold knives, some hold seals, some hold bottles, and some hold wheels.

The most eye-catching one was the one in front of him. Its palm was wide, almost twice as big as the other palms, its nails were like swords, extending three inches, and the back of its hand was covered with dark patterns. It brought a dizzying weirdness, evil, depravity, and bloodiness, and also made people feel an unimaginable hatred, hatred for the God of Heaven, hatred for the earth for carrying things, hatred for people's happiness, hatred for things that were not their own, hatred for the troubles of cause and effect, hatred for the cruelty of fate, and hatred for themselves for not killing enough.

A seemingly ordinary statue actually gives people such a strong feeling, as if it cannot be carved by an ordinary person!
"I've heard that the founder of the Demon Cult is a master of carving. After seeing him today, I find that his reputation is well-deserved." Elder Chen sighed.

Suddenly, Luo Shengyi took a step back and shook his head slightly, which made Meng Qi raise his sword, thinking that an enemy was attacking.

"No." Luo Shengyi said quickly, rubbing his temple, "I was just too focused on the pattern on the palm, trying to distinguish it, and ended up wasting a lot of energy and feeling dizzy."

You probably want to remember these patterns that are obviously not ordinary... Meng Qi muttered. Even if this is just a mortal carving of the leader of the Demon Cult, it is rare to find one ten-thousandth of the true essence of the Demon Claw, but it is at least somewhat magical.

When he thought back now, he found that he could not remember those patterns. Even if he looked at them carefully, his emotions would fluctuate, and feelings of murderous hatred would rise up, and he almost lost control of himself.

"Don't delay, you can find something to make rubbings of when you return." Jiang Zhiwei reminded.

The people who were tempted by the statue of the Demon Lord suddenly came to their senses and began to look for any traces of Gu Xiaosang and Di Zun in the hall.

Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not move, but stood in the middle so that they could rescue others in time if they were attacked.

"When I heard the legend of the Demon Lord before, I felt that it sounded a little familiar. Now that I see this golem, I finally remember why it sounded familiar." Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei's sweet voice like an oriole rang directly in Meng Qi's ears.

She was communicating in secret.

Meng Qi had already been taught the secret method of sound transmission by her, so he imitated her and asked, "Why?"

Jiang Zhiwei said quickly: "Because our world also has the legend of the Demon Lord, who is one of the most powerful people in the mythological era."

"Is the legend the same?" Meng Qi was stunned.

Jiang Zhiwei simply said, "They are similar, but slightly different. The legend here is that the Demon Lord broke into the Nine Heavens and was killed by an immortal, with his body falling to the ground. The myth in our world is that the Demon Lord led the Nine Netherworld evil demons and creatures from the Demon Realm to attack the Heavenly Court, causing a monstrous demon disaster. In the end, he was killed by the Heavenly Emperor with the Heavenly Dao Seal, and the Demon Realm was also destroyed in this battle. The Nine Netherworld has been hidden from the world ever since."

"It sounds so similar..." Hearing it at the same time, Meng Qi felt a little frightened. Isn't it too similar? The Nine Heavens, the Immortals, the Heavenly Court, the Emperor of Heaven, it seems that there is no difference. "In the myths of our world, where is the remains of the Demon Lord?"

"I don't know. Because the Heavenly Palace fell later, the records are not detailed. Perhaps the Xuantian Sect knows something." Jiang Zhiwei said thoughtfully.

The Xuantian Sect claims to be the descendant of the Heavenly Emperor because tens of thousands of years ago, their founder discovered the ruins of Heaven under the Jade Emperor Mountain and obtained the Time Sword and part of the Heavenly Emperor's Jade Book.

Meng Qi thought that this Demon Lord might be the same Demon Lord, but the strength level of this world was too low, wasn’t it?
"The Demon Lord is truly powerful, as he is able to attack Heaven. I wonder what realm he has reached?" Meng Qi asked doubtfully.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment: "It is rumored that the Demon Lord opened up the Demon Realm in the void, and one can imagine how powerful his realm was. Later, the Nine Heavens disappeared, the Heavenly Palace collapsed, and the Emperor of Heaven fell. It is said that there was a hidden danger of a battle with the Demon Lord."

She didn't know how many realms the Dharma body was divided into, nor did she know whether there were other realms above them. She could only describe it based on hearsay.

"The Emperor of Heaven fell, the Heaven Palace collapsed, who did it?"

The second time he heard Jiang Zhiwei mention this, Meng Qi couldn't help but ask, this is definitely not something an ordinary powerful person can do.

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head: "This is an ancient secret. It is only recorded that one day, the ladder to heaven broke, and the heaven fell from the sky. Smoke and dust covered the earth for nine days. From then on, the nine heavens that ordinary people called the fairyland completely disappeared." (End of this chapter)