When Hunjun begins to make elixirs

Sima Deng covered his face and sobbed. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion who passed by him were unwilling to give him even a word of comfort or a look of pity. He hated himself for being born in the immortal sect, hated his powerlessness, and hated his weakness even more.

Yourself!

Yourself!

I!
I!
What's wrong with me!

There was no one around, Sima Deng suddenly looked up, red light flashing in his eyes, this is a sign of being possessed! A person always lives in an environment of blame, his cowardice makes him dare not resent others, he can only keep looking for reasons in himself.

After all, he is still a human being with limited ability to bear. When it becomes unbearable, he will transfer his resentment to everyone else.

Sima Deng had already been deeply rooted in the evil spirit.

His grey hair was gradually covered by black energy from the roots, as if he had rejuvenated. His skin, however, shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon, and his fingernails grew outwards by an inch, curling on the outside to form sharp claws.

The demon has become human.

Sima Deng's nose twitched slightly, his nostrils fluttered, his brows wrinkled into a "川" shape, his hair, nails and skin slowly returned to their original state, but his eyes were still glowing red, and two words came out of his mouth unclearly: "Human Emperor!" Then, he quickly left and disappeared into the crowd.

Immortal cultivators are afraid of people who are possessed by demons, not because of how powerful they are. Although there is a saying that "the higher the Tao, the higher the demon", demons do not appear in groups. No matter how strong an individual one is, he cannot withstand the siege of immortal cultivators.

What they fear is the hidden nature of demons. People possessed by demons are not very intelligent, and it is the nature of living things to seek benefits and avoid harm. Demons are crazy, but they are not fools.

People with deep evil roots will not be able to detect anything unusual before it erupts. After all, with resources becoming increasingly scarce, which immortal cultivator does not have anxiety? Which immortal cultivator does not have a little unstable heart? You can't label someone a heretic just because of a little mental illness.

The Ascension Ceremony of Jiange is held on the Ascension Platform on its main peak.

The ceremony was very simple. After a bunch of nonsense expressing the prosperity of the Sword Pavilion, Sima Zhuo gave blessings and rewards to the three elders who advanced to the Mahayana stage. It was over in just an hour and a half. Afterwards, the leaders of various factions who came to congratulate went to the main hall together to discuss important matters.

"Jian Ge Sima Zhuo welcomes the leaders of all sects. I believe everyone is clear about the purpose of this visit. Now that the smoke outside has been cleared, let's get down to business. As everyone knows, Jiaya Immortal Country is in a critical situation. The spiritual veins are cut off and the spiritual mines are mined out. It will take ten thousand years to recover. In ten thousand years, will our immortal sect still exist?"

"Thanks to the blessing of the Immortal Path, our sect has discovered a new heretical country that can be used to continue the life of the Immortal Path."

The others were all excited: "Master Sima, are you saying that you have found the location of the new Heavenly Dao country?"

Sima Zhuo twirled his beard lightly, raised his chin slightly, and said with a proud smile: "This matter cannot be said openly."

Everyone saw it, and the meaning was self-evident. It was like seeing a girl bathing through a screen window, a graceful figure, anxious, dry mouth, but not knowing how to get it. Jiange is not a charity hall, if you want him to say it, there must be conditions.

"Master Sima, please stop keeping us in suspense. This matter is of great importance. If you have any concerns, please let us know."

Sima Zhuo looked around at the people present, put away his robe sleeves, and pointed westward: "Mercy of the Supreme Immortal! To be honest, our sect not only knows the location of the country, but also has found out its specific situation. A country of the Heavenly Dao that is no less than the Dalong Empire that was annexed by the Shang Kingdom in the past. Think about it carefully, how much benefit can we get if we can occupy the country? Although we have the upper hand, it is only a matter of time before other sects get to know the news. Surrounded by wolves, how much meat can we have?"

While the leaders of the various sects were thinking, Sima Zhuo revealed his true intentions: "Although the various sects of Xianfeng are of the same origin and are allies, they are too scattered, which is not conducive to concentrating strength. Now, I propose that the various sects merge!"

As soon as these words came out, a stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The heads of the various sects were shocked, and some even couldn't believe their ears! Who gave the Sword Pavilion the courage to say that they would swallow them up? They soon found out the reason. Someone in the Sword Pavilion suddenly took action and used a mysterious technique to control their breath.

Before obtaining the second half of the Art of Transformation, Sima Zhuo thought that this method was to help people become immortals. After obtaining the second half, he understood that the word "transformation" not only means change, but also melting.

This technique is really amazing! The elders of Jian Pavilion subdued all the people from other sects present with just a few moves.

"Sima Zhuo! You have evil ambitions!" Everyone cursed indignantly.

"Everyone, I'm also doing this for our future! Our Jiange is no longer what it used to be. We have been favored by the immortals and have obtained immortal magic to enhance our reputation! I say, those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish." After everything was settled, Sima Zhuo revealed his true face.

Li Shun also felt the power of the Immortal Transformation Technique. The simulated true Qi in his body was restricted by this technique and could not circulate. If he showed any resistance, it would melt away like ice and snow in the sun and return to heaven and earth.

He frowned slightly and used the Yuanhe Fusion Taoist technique to analyze the technique. He was pleasantly surprised that the rules of this technique were extremely similar to the Creation Wuxiang Gong.

"This technique must have come from the second Heavenly Dao Divine Stone!"

His Creation Wuxiang Gong was derived from several different versions of the Burning Blood Evil Method. It was not derived from the Heavenly Dao Divine Stone like the Yuanhe Fusion Dao Gong, so it was inevitable that there were flaws. Li Shun did not expect to have an unexpected gain this time. Just as he was about to make a move, he heard a noise coming from the roof. A black shadow covered in demonic energy fell from the sky and rushed straight towards Sima Zhuo.

The sudden accident caught the people in Jian Ge off guard, and their immortal transformation technique was also interrupted.

The one who came was Sima Deng who had been possessed by a demon. He was originally alarmed by Li Shun's aura as the Human Emperor and instinctively prepared to temporarily avoid the attack. However, when Sima Zhuo and others launched the technique of becoming immortals, the demonic energy in his body uncontrollably devoured his sanity completely.

Endless hostility urged Sima Deng to attack like a moth to a flame.

The people from other sects broke free from control and saw Sima Zhuo being attacked. Regardless of whether he was a human or a demon, they all helped him fight against Jiange.

Sima Zhuo urged his true qi to shake off the possessed Sima Deng. At this time, he didn't know that the demon in front of him was his old son, and his eyes were wide open: "Little Jindan demon, how dare you break into my sword pavilion!" He pointed in the air, and a sharp sword intent burst out from his fingertips, driving the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a large sword full of spiritual light, and stabbed at Sima Deng fiercely.

Sima Zhuo was full of confidence and believed that the human-demon would surely die. After one move, he no longer paid any attention to it and turned to help other elders and suppress people from other sects.

Sima Deng was wrapped in black air, revealing only a pair of strange red pupils. Facing Sima Zhuo's attack, he was not afraid at all. He let out low growls from his throat and made a grabbing gesture with his sharp claws. Suddenly, something strange happened. The true qi of the people in the Sword Pavilion used the immortal technique and began to gather madly towards his hands.

Everyone in Jiange looked pale as if they had been hit by frost: "Sima Zhuo! What's going on!"

Sima Zhuo didn't understand either, and hesitated for a long time without being able to answer. The immortal didn't explain this situation!

Li Shun, who was watching the battle on the side, had some understanding in his mind. He said to Zhao Yang, "Leave that monster and Sima Zhuo to me, and the others to you. Everything proceed as planned!" After that, he turned into a residual shadow and attacked the human-demon. He grabbed his shoulder with one hand. Even though the demonic energy eroded his palm, he was not afraid at all. In an instant, he pulled Sima Deng towards his father.

Sima Zhuo saw Li Shun rushing towards him and wanted to stop him, but he saw countless fine silk threads emerging from Li Shun's body, breaking through his true qi defense and quickly engulfing him.

Li Shun grabbed a man with one hand, jumped upwards, rushed out of the hall through the hole where the demon fell, and disappeared without a trace!
"Head!"

Jiange and everyone present were shocked. Who was this? How could Sima Zhuo, with his cultivation level, be taken away like a chicken egg? However, before they had time to think about it, under the command of Zhao Yang, the people from the three sects of the same level began to attack them.

Even though the art of becoming immortal was powerful, they had only been practicing it for a few days, and they had only been able to succeed by taking the opponent by surprise. Now that the art had been interrupted, it would not be so easy to perform it successfully again.

Zhao Yang also circulated his true energy and mobilized the qi and blood in his body. His martial arts body was fully revealed. His figure swelled rapidly, and his muscles glowed, like a giant iron tower beast.

Facing the powerful opponents in Jiange, Li Shun's departure did not make him panic. He never relied on outsiders, but on his own strong strength.

Taoist inheritance is one of the important components of the strength of immortal cultivators. There are also huge differences between immortal cultivators of the same level.

Li Shun was able to face off against Shengyue City's top cultivators alone and escape unscathed.

He can do it, and he feels that he is not much weaker than Li Shun! The inheritance of a second-rate sect in Jiange cannot threaten him!

The fact turned out to be just as Zhao Yang predicted. Once he made a move, the people from Jiange had no power to resist. Moreover, his moves were fierce and it was obvious that they were aimed at their lives.

Under the joint siege of Zhao Yang and the people from the other three sects, the elders of Jian Ge died one by one. The leaders of the remaining small sects did not understand the reason and thought that Jian Ge's actions had angered the other three sects.

This act of annihilating an entire family is really too much!
"Show mercy, there are still some secrets of the Heavenly Dao country that have not been revealed!"

Some people began to dissuade him, but Zhao Yang turned a deaf ear to them and just kept killing people. The people from the three major sects hesitated for a moment, but seeing how fierce Zhao Yang was, they didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Now that lives are in Li Shun's hands, doesn't it seem ridiculous to talk about the way of heaven, resources and immortality?
When Zhao Yang punched the last Sword Pavilion elder into pieces, he grabbed his soul and deliberately used his true energy to destroy it bit by bit. The horrible screams resounded throughout the hall, the cruelty and bloodiness shocked everyone's heart.

They had already figured out Zhao Yang's origins from his behavior: a martial artist, and there was only one martial artist as powerful as him back then!
Zhao Yang glanced at the people from the small sects with contempt, and said to the people from the three major sects lightly: "These people have seen what you did and guessed my identity. What are you waiting for?"

The people from the three major sects understood what was going on immediately, and with murderous glares in their eyes, they headed towards the cultivators from the smaller sects.

"No! We don't know anything!"

"Dead people know nothing!"

Zhao Yang soared into the air and flew out of the hall, watching the disciples from various peaks of the Sword Pavilion being attracted by the fight. If it weren't for the headmaster's death order, no matter what happened, no disciple was allowed to approach. They would have come to watch long ago.

Zhao Yang grinned and said: "Don't leave any one alive!" (End of this chapter)