Black Cloud City was cold and silent. Snow drifted down. There were quite a few soldiers strolling around the streets, still discussing the Grand Martial Competition that happened not long ago.
In the past, war would begin again at this time. The long battle lines would criss-cross. The armies of both sides would be bathed in blood, using their hot blood to melt the snow and frozen earth. The people in the city would be mobilized in full swing, constantly taking turns to fight, recuperating, and going out again. They would be reduced to a skeleton, or they would use their hands to establish their own path of cultivation.
Perhaps there was fear, but more than that, there was anticipation. However, this year, they were unexpectedly disappointed. The demonfolk never appeared.
Everyone guessed that this was probably related to the massacre of Coldblood Pass. The Demon domain had yet to replenish their soldiers, and it was impossible for them to kill their way into the Demon domain. All they could do was wait.
As a result, only the Pure Land temple remained busy. The abbot even set aside his cultivation, using this opportunity to purify the Demon domain and compress the territory of the Demon domain. He had no time to reform Li Qingshan.
In such a peaceful atmosphere, the commander of the Blaze Army, the "first senior brother" Li Liehuo, became more and more restless. He needed to let the flames burn and slaughter to his heart's content, or he would feel pain.
The flame patterns flowed under his sturdy body like surging lava, flickering with his breathing. His veins were exposed, and his muscles bulged.
Who would have thought that the first senior brother with a fiery temperament usually needed to endure, to endure constantly. If he did not erupt in his endurance, he would die in his endurance. He had often tasted the taste of death. It was a pile of ashes.
If he dispersed his cultivation, his personality would probably be even quieter than an old monk who had cultivated arduously for many years.
But recently, because of a certain person, it had become even more difficult to endure.
"Li! Qingshan!"
The flames blazed brightly. He clenched his fists firmly, suppressing his frenzied anger. His remaining sliver of rationality told him that this was probably his fate.
The true meaning of the flames was to rise. He had reached the peak of Renhuang a long time ago. If he could not rise, he would begin the backlash.
If he could not endure it. He would kill that kid regardless of everything. The pressure from the sect was easy to endure, but it would mean losing control of his power. Then he would not be far from death. But if he wanted to endure it, it really was difficult.
He gritted his teeth. His eyes almost popped out as tears of blood flowed out. He evaporated instantly.
Power was also a torment.
However, he believed that if he could survive this ordeal, he would have the opportunity to ascend to the next level. The Path of Raging Fire required such rage as a guide, and not to gradually burn away one's rationality and resources in a warm fire.
Tribulation. It was also an opportunity.
Under the gray stone tower. Li Qingshan didn't know that he was so angry that he cried. Although he was just a fuse, even if Li Liehuo came to kill him now, he would not be afraid.
A brand new Small World had already taken shape. The ox, the tiger, the turtle, and the phoenix were all relaxed. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Water returned to their respective positions.
At this point, the problem of the balance between the Gods and Demons was finally resolved. He would cultivate whichever he wanted, and he would cultivate to whichever level he wanted. It was as if he had been unlocked. From then on, "The sky is high, the birds are free to fly; the sea is wide, the fish are free to leap."
If this wasn't enough to crush Li Liehuo in a direct confrontation, then breaking through to the fifth Heavenly Tribulation was something that was close at hand. If he hadn't lost his Yin Spirit, he could have broken through immediately as long as he cultivated his Yang Spirit.
But this was good. His foundation was in the Nine Transformations of the Gods and Demons, not the Book of Freedom. When he pushed the ox, tiger, turtle, and phoenix transformation to the sixth level, he didn't believe that he couldn't pass the Heavenly Tribulation.
"Hey. After suppressing and enduring for so long, I can finally stretch out my muscles and bones! Sigh! "
In the midst of his carefree mood, he let out a sigh. Chao Tianjiao still hadn't returned. If she had passed the Heavenly Tribulation successfully, she should have returned. With that woman's personality, it was impossible that she didn't come here to 'reminisce'. He had already prepared a set of words.
Since she didn't come, it was likely that she was dead. But there was a glimmer of hope. If she died in battle, her life lamp would be extinguished. The Wanxiang Sect couldn't possibly not say anything, but it was also possible that they were blocking the news to prevent the morale of the army from being shaken.
Was he too immersed in his role? There was no point in thinking too much. He threw all his guesses to the back of his head, stood up, and called out to Little Ann. "Let's go out and find a good place to cultivate and pass the Heavenly Tribulation!"
"Okay." Little Ann smiled. "I'll protect you."
"Thank you, Master Little Ann."
…
Chao Tianjiao abruptly turned his head, only to see a patch of paleness sealing the void.
She had just climbed to the peak and escaped death, but now she was thrown into the abyss, on the verge of death.
She frowned and closed her eyes, thinking, "Can't I escape death?"
Then she opened her eyes, her eyebrows were like knives, and she smiled. Facing the pale and desperate situation, she used her fingers like a knife and slashed it!
"Evil, you've cultivated too much!"
Above the sky, there was a thunderous roar.
There was a flash of light, and blood splattered. The pale and sharp claws were cut off at the wrist.
The Faceless Evil God was in great pain, and he quickly retracted his hand, but only a broken wrist. His face twitched intensely, and he said in a hoarse voice, "True Force Sword!"
The Golden Armor General descended from the sky, and his divine light shone in all directions. His cloak fluttered behind him like a big flag.
He held a black scabbard with both hands, and a turtle and a snake entwined in the seven constellations formation. The murderous aura spread across the land.
The twelve Demon Kings were trembling, and even the chaotic and evil Ying Zhe's teeth were chattering, as if a great disaster was coming. If not for the Faceless Evil God, they would have scattered.
The dark light circled around and returned to the scabbard, and the murderous aura disappeared.
Chao Tianjiao had just escaped death, and she blinked. "Six Armor General!?"
The Golden Armor General smiled and nodded. "Yes, I am Wang Wenqing. With the True Force Sword in hand, please forgive me for not being able to greet you. On the orders of Heavenly Emperor Xuan Tian, I am here to invite you to the Desireless Heavenly Palace. "
Heavenly Emperor Xuan Tian was one of the titles of Heavenly Emperor Zhenwu.
Chao Tianjiao looked down, and the pale and sharp claws turned to ashes before they could even touch the ground. The Faceless Evil God and the twelve Demon Kings did not dare to take a step forward.
Divine General Wang Wenqing, on the other hand, had a pair of phoenix eyes and slender eyebrows, a fair complexion, and a calm demeanor. He did not look like a Divine General fighting in the Demonic Domain, but more like a scholar reciting poems in his own courtyard. He did not take the Faceless Evil God and the twelve Demon Emperors seriously at all.
She bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, thank you for saving my life!" She could not help but look at the sword in his arms, and felt a sense of closeness and respect, as if she was facing a strict father.
The Six Ding Six Armors were famous, and they were the Immortal Generals of Heavenly Emperor Zhenwu. However, their main duty was not to fight against the Demonic Area. They were often summoned by Daoist priests from all over the world to execute the wind and thunder, subdue demons and devils, so everyone knew about them.
However, even though the Jia Zi God was the leader of the Six Armors, it was not enough to intimidate an evil god. Moreover, the higher one's cultivation, the more restrictions they would face. In the Demonic Area, if the Faceless Evil God ordered the twelve Demon Kings to set up the Demonic Formation of Twelve Demons, even a few more Man Immortals would dare to fight.
What they truly feared was the True Force Sword in his hand, the sword of Heavenly Emperor Zhenwu.
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