I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Anyone can perish.

Even if the warriors in the Abyss Realm have cultivated to the realm of True Lord, and their spirits can travel beyond the realm and through the heavens, their lifespan is limited.

Although other normal worlds are much better, as long as you develop your own spiritual light, you basically don't have to worry about your lifespan. However, there is also the so-called "human disaster". As long as you are outside, you may encounter people with different likes and dislikes and ideas, and there may be grudges and even life and death.

The demons' pollution and parasitism on the strong are in line with this trend of "destruction".

Many strong people are unaware that they are being invaded by demons. Even if they are occasionally alert, they only think that when they do something, they will inevitably incur some consequences and pay a price.

Mo Changgeng is such a typical example.

He discovered that he had become increasingly hard-hearted in the past two years, and had become more and more absorbed in his research on the mechanism. For a long time, he had not paid any attention to other things. However, he still thought that this kind of concentration was natural and not much different from his previous self.

Now that he has come to his senses, he realizes how dangerous the situation he has been in is.

Mo Changgeng's spiritual light emerged from the top of his head and vibrated vigorously.

The demonic energy of Xingtian's armor weakened faster, and the blue-black broken armor plates quickly changed to reveal a color as red as fire and as white as jade.

Long Ji, who was standing next to him, had his lower face covered by a scarf, so his expression could not be seen. As he watched this scene, a hint of thought flashed through his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly twitched, and the huge fluctuations of the earth's energy caused him to escape underground in an instant.

At this moment, Su Hanshan's hand grabbed his shoulder.

"The Five Heavenly Demons are here like the Emperor himself!"

Su Hanshan's palms changed into five seals in an instant, and he used the five elements of magic to decompose and reorganize the demonic energy of the five demon attributes. Purple and black demonic energy appeared on his hands, and there was even a hint of the majesty of the original demonic energy.

He just thought of this.

Although he was able to control Yang Su's incomplete spiritual light with his own rational concepts, his cultivation was still far inferior to Yang Su's in his prime, and was even more incomparable to his own body.

However, the situation in this time and space has become very special. The will of the great demons from different time and space nodes is hidden here. After years of resonance and transformation, what has been precipitated is not only the power of the demons, but also the wisdom of the demons.

Su Hanshan's Six Controls Art used Tai Ding to stabilize his mind and the Five Elements to control the Five Demons. Once he came into contact with the various kinds of demonic energy, a large amount of magic skills and wisdom emerged and were temporarily brought under his control.

The combination of the magic wisdom from ancient, modern and future enabled him to have the means to temporarily simulate the original demonic energy by himself without calling upstream.

At this moment of simulation, his heart suddenly jumped and he realized that there was something mysterious and strange hidden in the capital.

Su Hanshan did not stop, but slapped Long Ji's body with his palm, pressing and pulling.

hold head high! !

He forcibly tore out a black dragon-like mark from Long Ji's body.

Su Hanshan held the dragon's head with one hand and straightened the entire black dragon with the other. Wherever his palm passed, it was like the collision of metal and iron, shattering all the scales of the black dragon.

"This dragon demon's protection is interesting, but it's not interesting if it wants to control people."

Su Hanshan moved his hands together and transformed the black dragon with flying scales into a cyan-gold dragon, which he then injected into Long Ji's body again.

"You can still use the energy of the earth, but the decisions you make are under your control."

"This dragon demon is the local tyrant, and he has received the most nourishment. Just considering his size, it is really shocking. Champion Yong can't hold on for long. You should go to the palace first. I believe you will make the right choice."

Su Hanshan didn't have time to say anything more and threw Long Ji into the palace.

Long Ji looked back in mid-air and found that Su Hanshan was no longer there. He didn't know where he had gone.

He was thrown out so quickly that it only took the blink of an eye for him to get from the western suburbs to the imperial palace.

With Long Ji's cultivation level, he hurriedly adjusted his body posture, and just as he maintained his balance, his feet had already landed on the square in front of the Golden Throne Hall.

This square used to be the only way for all officials to come to court. If something important happened, all officials would gather here and wait. Over the years, it had been renovated many times, but never once had it cracked so thoroughly.

Here, everything has shattered into quicksand. The ground layers at who knows how deep below here have been shaken into powder, and because of the constant vibrations coming from underground, the powders are flowing and surging on their own.

The deep demonic energy was like a boiling soup pot, bubbling up from between the quicksands.

Long Ji looked up and saw many officials standing in the corridor of the imperial palace, not moving at all.

This palace is no longer the residence of the emperor, his concubines, eunuchs and palace maids, but a place for political discussions.

Most of the mansions and courtyards of officials from the previous dynasty were put to other uses, while many officials of the new dynasty moved to the palace, dividing areas for their living, eating, and paperwork.

These officials had obviously wanted to leave the palace, but they encountered Kong Kunhai's roar and were filled with demonic energy. They were temporarily suppressed by the Sanskrit camel bells.

Long Ji took a big step forward and arrived in front of the Golden Throne Hall.

There were no jade-step dragon thrones in the hall, but there were quite a few wooden chairs and long tables, but they were also overturned on the ground.

There is an iron stake in the middle of the hall, as thick as a bucket and about four feet high. It is unknown how deep it leads into the ground.

Champion Yong was standing next to the iron stake with both of his palms on it, and a green dragon-shaped outline was faintly visible beside him.

Long Ji seemed to be born with a decisiveness and was definitely not an indecisive person, otherwise he would not have been able to leave Bashu and come alone to kill the four heroes and the leader of the Yiyong Sect.

From the time he met Fahai to the time he was rescued by Su Hanshan just now, although everything happened in a hurry, after observing it from the sidelines, he had already made a clear decision in his mind.

In any case, demons are not good things, and the dragon demon transformed by the old witch of the previous dynasty deserves to be put to death.

He should have taken action against the Dragon Demon as soon as he arrived at the palace, but inexplicably he wanted to go to the Golden Palace to take a look, and when he saw Champion Yong, he suddenly stopped.

Yong Guanjun, the leader of the Yiyong Sect, has always had a somewhat subtle image in the world.

Because he overthrew the previous dynasty, suppressed the dragon demon, and he himself was not from a wealthy family.

So in many people's minds, he is simply not a human being.

But a perfect hero!

Among the stories circulating among the people, there are countless that directly grafted the stories of some ancient celebrities onto him, just to highlight his uniqueness and extraordinary nature.

So he not only chiseled the walls of his neighbors' houses and stole their candlelight, but also stayed up in the middle of the night to catch fireflies to use as light to read.

But he was born with extraordinary eyesight. Even in the dark, he could see the louse as small as a wheel and count how many hairs there were on the louse.

He came from a single-parent family with only a poor old mother. In order for his mother to eat a fish, he would lie on the ice in winter.

He had both parents and many brothers. When he was four years old, he already knew to give the bigger pears to his younger brothers to taste.

He once rose up and danced upon hearing the cock-crow, stopped the flow of a river with a whip, moved mountains like Yugong, and led people across the river. He also spoke with such wisdom that a single word could make a Buddha statue run away and be exiled three thousand miles away.

He was born with a colorful aura filling his home, and the mulberry tree outside his house was like a canopy for the emperor. He could kill a white snake with a piece of iron.

Of course, in the circle where a few people spread the news secretly, they thought that this kid was just lucky.

Yi Qiankun took the initiative to give up his position and gave him Yiyongmen as the basis for the uprising. An old monk repented and used his own relics to increase his strength. The previous leader of the Beggars' Sect passed on his skills to him on his deathbed, allowing him to practice the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

He discovered the clues of Shaolin's Xisui Sutra, which had been lost for a thousand years, on a stone tablet. He also found the secret book of the state of mind passed down by the founder of Wudang Mountain, Sanfeng, which was given to him by his confidante before his death.

When fighting against the troll queen, there were a bunch of strangers who appeared out of nowhere to help.

Long Ji once regarded Yong Guanjun as the target he must kill and the culprit. More than a few times, he fantasized about the other party's sanctimonious appearance at first sight, as well as the ugly and hideous true face that would surely appear later.

But when he really saw him, he found that this person was only thirty years old, with a weather-beaten face and white hair. He was wearing a plain cloth, with his arms exposed, many old scars on his body, and his right arm was a circle bigger than his left.

Because Yong Guanjun's right hand was not his own, but Yi Qiankun's hand.

During the fierce battle, when the soldiers were about to die, Yong Guanjun's right arm was broken and he could not use his full strength. Yi Qiankun was also unable to fight anymore, so he cut off his own right arm and let him reattach it.

That was a separation and fusion at the fundamental level. Yi Qiankun has not been able to recover his right arm until now, and only has a mechanical right hand to use.

But among those who knew Yong Guanjun at the beginning of his uprising, Yi Qiankun was already the luckiest one.

This old general often comforted his adopted son by pretending to be joking.

"Hahahaha, this arm belongs to you. Every great contribution you make is a share of mine. Boy, don't think of erasing this opportunity for me to take credit for it!"

"You must take good care of this hand for me, use it well, and show your power!"

Yong Guanjun did not disappoint his adoptive father's expectations.

The demonic energy that the Dragon Demon has secretly accumulated and its extended body are far more powerful than they were two years ago. Its head is near the capital, and its tail has extended to Bashu, or even further than Bashu.

Even though a joint was broken by the Zen staff or magic wand, Su Hanshan swallowed up part of it.

The power that wanted to break the seal at this moment was still so terrifying that there was no end in sight.

But Champion Yong's palms pressed on this iron stake, on the center of the seal, and he was able to contain the power of the dragon demon. The Wushi Zhongqi chapter of the Xisui Sutra was said to have miraculous effects in healing injuries, and the Jiuxiao Zhenyuan Qi of Wudang Mountain was the most powerful and gentle.

The integration of the two rare internal skills has enabled the leader of the Yiyong Sect to master the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" to reach the level of a saint, the best of the best.

In terms of the duration of his palm power, even in the entire history, he can be said to have reached an unprecedented level.

Just like the legendary Emperor of Spring, the Wood God Ju Mang, he can use endless vitality to subdue the evil dragon. His palm power penetrates hundreds of miles underground, stretching and spreading out along with the dragon demon's restlessness.

But such a powerful man, a peerless warrior who pays so much attention to vitality, cannot erase the scars on his body, because every scar related to his friends is imprinted in his state of mind, so that these pains have long become a part of his foundation.

"Little brother."

Yong Guanjun's voice was slightly hoarse, "Why are you so sad?"

Long Ji woke up with a start, and almost thought he was crying, but when he touched it, there were no tears. He pulled off his scarf in anger, and it turned into a red sword: "Why don't you ask me what I'm doing here?"

Yong Guanjun looked out with a worried look on his face. When his eyes fell on Long Ji, he smiled and said, "Aren't you here to help me?"

"I...I am!"

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Long Ji was filled with murderous aura, and red snowflakes were flying around him, like tears of blood. He gritted his teeth and said, "But when I saw you, I really wanted to give you a sword!"

"Since you started the uprising, so many people have died around you. Have you ever regretted it?"

Yong Guanjun did not answer, but just stared at the young man.

Long Ji walked forward and said, "Have you never felt resentment? Resentment towards the previous dynasty, resentment towards the demons, resentment towards the uprising, resentment towards this unfair world where good people cannot have a good ending?"

Yong Guanjun subconsciously retorted: "This is not good."

He suddenly realized that the boy in his eyes had a different feeling: "Who are you?"

The red sword was raised, and in the depths of the void, as if the floodgates of the sea had been opened, an endless stream of sword lights with gradually changing colors burst out, circulating layer by layer like a storm or a whirlpool.

The space inside the Golden Throne Hall expanded rapidly, and the four directions of sword light finally merged into one, chopping straight down and smashing onto the iron stake.

The roar of a dragon came from underground.

The sword light suddenly condensed and became three feet long, with the tip of the sword pointing downward, violently piercing into the iron stake.

Long Ji put his hands on the hilt of the sword and faced Yong Guanjun: "I am your hatred!!"

Long Ji has remembered his past. He thought he was already a teenager, but it turned out that he was only two years old.

Two years ago, when the world seemed to have been pacified, Yong Guanjun's resentment was seen as an opportunity for him to become a demon. It was secretly intercepted and transformed into a human in Bashu.

Although many people assisted in the sealing of the demons, the core force still came from Yong Guanjun.

This person formed by resentment is actually a part of Champion Yong. If he uses the power of the dragon demon to destroy the seal and kill those who preside over the seal, he cannot actually kill all of them.

It will only make them all merge into the seal and become deeply possessed by the devil.

At that time, the demons will no longer need to expend their own strength to eliminate these enemies. All the talents, efforts, potential, and future of these enemies will all become aids to the demons.

The Dragon Demon's great cause will continue through this child.

But this child named Long Ji was a little different. Even though he had the Dragon Demon Mark entered his body, he had not been possessed by the devil in two years.

His greatest resentment was not towards the world, but towards Champion Yong and towards "himself".

Even if he didn't know his origins, even if he was a creature transformed by hatred, the Dragon Demon still had to use a plausible lie to deceive him into working for him.

When the mark of the dragon demon was transformed by Su Hanshan.

Long Ji could no longer be deceived. He understood the whole story as soon as he saw Yong Guanjun.

"The helper that the monk found actually saw through my origins."

Such a thought flashed through Long Ji’s mind.

"So you are..."

Champion Yong paused, revealed a surprised smile, and said, "My child!"

Long Ji glanced at him and said, "You are too soft-hearted."

Champion Yong's martial arts have taken his own path, completely in line with his own temperament. For slightly weaker opponents, his palm power can be considered a combination of hardness and softness, with unstoppable force.

But for an opponent like the Dragon Demon who has a stronger foundation than him, he seems to be more sluggish and less aggressive.

It seems that the brave champion can hold the enemy back for a while, but after a quarter of an hour, he will be exhausted to death.

"So you can only use your palm, but fortunately... I use a sword!"

Long Ji let out a low roar, and his body merged into the sword like a red light and shadow, and he was about to press the blade down further.

The evil energy below rushed up, causing the sword to vibrate and hum.

Champion Yong quickly used one hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and the vast and green dragon-subduing energy poured into the sword to protect the sword body.

The long sword showed no sign of retreating. With the help of Champion Yong, the sword body suddenly extended, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the dragon demon under the ground.

"Dragon?! You are just a long worm hiding in the damp underground. You like the underground, so let me nail you to death in the ground!"

With the help of Yong Guanjun, Long Ji's endurance was greatly increased, and he operated the modified Dragon Demon Mark in his body unscrupulously.

The more violently the dragon demon's energy counterattacks, the stronger the red light emitted by the sword, and the more astonishing the lethality.

The roar of the Earth Dragon Demon gradually turned into a wail, and the Dragon Demon's thoughts were transmitted frantically, asking for help from the person who helped him two years ago.

"You are the one who intercepted Champion Yong's hatred and cultivated this bastard. Now he dares to betray me, and you still don't take him down?!"

Such voices echoed in the historian's mansion.

Tai Shiying sighed softly, "I've raised you so strong, with a foundation far superior to those things that are restraining you, but you can't even break the seal by yourself. Alas, can't you feel that I have an uninvited guest here as well?"

She looked up and said, "When an inexplicable demon appeared and robbed us of the demonic energy and wisdom generated by our resonance, I knew something was fishy, ​​and I immediately attacked Yi Qiankun, preparing to forcibly infect him with demons and break the seal."

"I just didn't expect that Kong Kunhai couldn't turn things around after being targeted by that monk, and Mo Changgeng was defeated so quickly in front of you."

In front of Tai Shiying.

Veteran general Yi Qiankun, holding a broken Spring and Autumn sword in his left hand, and a dark blue mechanical arm in his right hand, twisted like a twist and deformed, looked at the historian in astonishment: "Ying girl, when did you become possessed by the devil?"

"She is not possessed by a demon, she is a demon from the beginning."

Su Hanshan stood behind Yi Qiankun, his hand on the veteran's shoulder, and looked at Tai Shiying.

Tai Shiying smiled and said, "Some demonic disasters in history will cause the original deeds to be erased. No one remembers the past history. The historian clan exists to remember this history."

"But historians are also human beings, and they are also threatened by demonic disasters. Especially when they do these things, they are more likely to be targeted by demons, which is very disadvantageous to the inheritance of history. Therefore, they came up with a solution."

"They capture monsters and integrate all the countermeasures they have collected by all means into the monster's body to restrain it. They use this monster to record history. Although it is also a monster, its existence is less conspicuous and longer than that of a human historian."

Yi Qiankun said in despair, "You are the orphan of the Taishi lineage, the only survivor, so you are the devil? From the beginning, the historian in our righteous army was the devil?"

Tai Shiying smiled: "That's right, but because of my special features, no one can tell that I am a demon. Besides, I was not strong enough back then, so I think it's better not to act as a demon."

"Is your strength enough now?"

Su Hanshan asked back, "In terms of cultivation, the nourishment you received is not as much as that dragon demon, but you actually have something on you that has a deep resonance with the original demonic energy."

"It makes me feel vaguely that that thing was born earlier than the original Demon King. What is it?"

Even Su Hanshan couldn't help but feel anxious when he asked this question.

Because when he sensed those things with his original demonic energy, the Tai Chi mark of his body and the Chaos Light Brain that was deeply connected to the Tai Chi mark actually produced strange feelings and fed back to him.

He spoke in a deep voice, and without the others noticing, he used all his cultivation to activate the Pure Yang Dao Heart and the Heavenly Demon Secret Art.

Tai Shiying smiled: "This is..."

Su Hanshan had captured a lot of things in these two words, and his mind was shocked: "Nine-layer Abyss Realm?!"

Tai Shi Ying suddenly became alert and stabbed out with the jade hairpin in his hand regardless of the consequences, communicating the deepest changes according to the instructions of the Demon King.

(End of this chapter)