The Demonic Blade, Listen to the Spring Rain, was a sacred object in the eyes of all demonic cultivators.
If the Rootless Sacred Flame represented the Kunlun Devil Cult, then the Demonic Blade, Listen to the Spring Rain, represented Dugu Weiwei, the Supreme Demon Lord who had dominated the pugilistic world in the past.
Although Listen to the Spring Rain was damaged, it was still in the hands of a barbarian tribe leader. Even Chu Xiu felt that this was an insult to Listen to the Spring Rain.
At that moment, Chu Xiu was dressed in a black robe and wore a strange and mysterious mask. However, one could tell from his skin color and aura that he was not a barbarian.
Chief Haslu looked at Hei Jie in disbelief and said angrily, "You actually colluded with outsiders!?"
Hei Jie ignored Chief Haslu and bowed to Chu Xiu guiltily. "I, Hei Jie, am so useless. To think that I would have to trouble Sir Oracle to help me."
Haslu looked at all of this in disbelief.
"Hei Jie! Did your brain get swallowed by water worms? How dare you call an outsider Oracle? What god's Oracle is he? What's wrong with you? Have you been bewitched by some evil god? "
Hei Jie snorted coldly. "Evil god? The one you Haslu tribe worships is the evil god! There is only one god in this world, the one and only true god! "
"Crazy, you're all crazy!"
Chief Haslu glared at Chu Xiu. "You're the one who bewitched the Black Sieve Tribe? Outsider, you're courting death! "
As Chief Haslu slashed down with his blade, an extreme sharpness rushed towards him. Even Chu Xiu had to admit that the Listen to the Spring Rain cultivated by Dugu Weiwei was indeed stronger than the Break Formation in his hand.
Although the foundation of weapons was the same, after being nurtured over time, they could become stronger. This was the case even after Listen to the Spring Rain was damaged.
The Break Formation in Chu Xiu's hand was unsheathed, and at the same time, the blade intent of the Break Formation was unleashed.
The same extreme sharpness collided. Breaking the Formation and Listen to the Spring Rain, which came from the same source, instantly exploded with extreme sharpness.
Especially under the blade intent of the Break Mantra, Ting Chunyu even began to tremble involuntarily, gradually breaking away from Haslu Patriarch's control.
Listen to the Spring Rain's artifact spirit was already damaged.
However, even though the Artifact Spirit was no longer there, there were still some imprints and instincts left on the saber.
It remembered the Blade Intent of the Breaking Formula. It remembered the person who had once held it and dominated the entire Jianghu!
In an instant, Listen to the Spring Rain trembled violently. The powerful sharp Qi even began to backfire, causing Haslu to spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Listen to the Spring Rain in his hand in disbelief.
Every time he used this saber, he would have to pay a huge price to suppress its sharpness.
However, he thought that this was normal, because this was a blade left behind by his ancestors, and only the strongest warriors could use it.
But now, he could feel the will holding this saber. It was a kind of disdain, a kind of contempt, as if he was not qualified to hold it.
The blade intent of the Break Mantra slashed down, and the armor on Haslu Patriarch's body was torn apart like a piece of paper. His whole body was also cut into two by Chu Xiu's saber. Listen to the Spring Rain was naturally held in Chu Xiu's hand, without the slightest bit of backfire.
Hei Jie, who was behind, was dumbfounded as he looked at this scene. He thought to himself that the Oracle was indeed the Oracle. Such a powerful Haslu Patriarch could not even withstand a single strike from the Oracle.
However, Hei Jie did not know that he had contributed at least thirty percent to Chu Xiu's strike.
Previously, when Haslu was fighting with Hei Jie, he had already used up a portion of his strength. Forcefully using Listen to the Spring Rain had consumed another portion of his strength.
After that, he had been backfired by the sharpness of Listen to the Spring Rain. At that time, he was actually an arrow at the end of its flight, so it was not surprising that he had been killed by Chu Xiu's saber.
At that moment, Chu Xiu was holding Listen to the Spring Rain in his hand, but his mind was filled with illusions.
In front of him, there was a dark battlefield.
Astral energy storms, broken limbs, and shards of weapons could be seen everywhere.
In an instant, the sky was dark, and even the surrounding space was torn apart by a powerful force. The Domain Laws and so on had already exceeded Chu Xiu's imagination.
There were also figures within, but they were blurry. However, each of them was extremely powerful, like immortals or Buddhas.
However, at this moment, all of them were enveloped by boundless dark clouds of Demonic Qi. The power contained within the dark clouds of Demonic Qi seemed to have surpassed space and time. It was somewhat similar to the power of Chu Xiu's Colourless Sealing Palm Imprint, which was able to contain Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed. However, it was even more profound. Chu Xiu desperately wanted to see clearly, but at the next moment, the boundless dark clouds of Demonic Qi were torn apart.
The clouds parted and the moon shone brightly.
It was not a real bright moon, but a blade light. Like the bright moon, it illuminated the figures of these people.
Clear Sky Reflecting Shadow.
In the next moment, the blade light shattered, and the figures that were illuminated were also strangely torn apart, instantly turning into a pile of broken limbs.
The scene in his mind dissipated, but Chu Xiu's heart pounded violently. He was so close to being unable to withstand the powerful pressure and leaving the illusion.
This was the mark within Listen to the Spring Rain. It was the mark left behind by Dugu Weiwei during his final battle with the Daluotian expert.
Most importantly, in that scene just now, what Dugu Weiwei used was not a blade technique, but a mystique!
The clouds parted and the moon shone brightly. Clear Sky Reflecting Shadow.
It was powerful and strange, unstoppable and unavoidable.
Because Chu Xiu had encountered mystiques before, and he himself had used them, he could be sure that what Dugu Weiwei used was also a mystique, and it was a powerful mystique that was beyond his imagination.
From the moment Chu Xiu held Listen to the Spring Rain in his hand to the moment he saw the illusion, it only took a moment.
At that moment, the barbarian warriors of the Haslu tribe were on the verge of collapse after seeing their chief killed by Chu Xiu's blade.
At that moment, an old man wearing all kinds of colorful ornaments in the crowd looked at Chu Xiu with hatred, spitting out a bunch of syllables. The next moment, an illusion appeared in front of Chu Xiu's eyes. A huge black panther, hundreds of feet tall, was about to bite him!
Chu Xiu looked at the demon-like black panther, shook his head, and said, "The Haslu tribe is really unlucky."
The next moment, Chu Xiu's figure disappeared, and the high priest of the Haslu tribe was shocked to find that his surroundings had turned into endless darkness. His figure began to fall continuously, as if he had fallen into an endless purgatory.
And at the bottom of the purgatory, there was a black panther with its mouth wide open, waiting for him!
As the black panther swallowed him in one gulp, the high priest of the Haslu tribe immediately bled from his seven orifices. He twitched twice and fell to the ground.
The inner demon said disdainfully, "Weak, simply too weak. You can't compare to the monk who died in your hands at all."
Chu Xiu shook his head gently. It was not that the high priest of the Haslu tribe was weak, it could only be said that they were too unlucky.
The chief of the Haslu tribe happened to be holding Listen to the Spring Rain, so it could be said that he was completely countered by Chu Xiu.
Their high priest should be good at illusions. For most of the barbarians, who were well-developed but simple-minded, this was simply a great killing weapon.
But for Chu Xiu, who had just fought a life-and-death battle with the Daluotian supreme master of illusions, Morikha, the master of the Celestial Palace of the Illusion Celestial Palace of the Vishnu Temple of the Sanskrit Sect, the cultivation of illusions of the high priest of the Haslu tribe was simply at the level of kindergarten. It was child's play.
On the other side, when Green Jade and Hei Jie saw that Chu Xiu had so easily defeated the strongest high priest and chief of the Haslu tribe, the two of them were even more in awe of Chu Xiu's strength. Of course, Chu Xiu would not explain it to them modestly.
With the chief and the high priest dead, the rest of the barbarians were almost unable to withstand a single blow and were defeated one after another.
Chu Xiu asked Hei Jie, "What do you usually do to defeated enemies?"
Hei Jie said in surprise, "Of course we kill all of them. Their ancestors are different from the gods we worship, so of course we have to kill them."
Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows. Of course, he did not feel that the barbarians were cruel. In fact, he had destroyed many families.
He just felt that it was a bit wasteful for the barbarians to do so. They could kill people and also cut the weeds to the roots, but the premise was that there must be a necessary reason.
Hei Jie's reason was a bit ridiculous in Chu Xiu's eyes. No wonder the barbarians could not defeat the human race. It was not just a matter of strength.
Chu Xiu said patiently, "You are all created by the gods, so if you trace back to the source, you actually all have the same ancestor. As for the problem of faith, they do not know that they worship an evil god, so you have to enlighten them and let them know what they should do. "
"What if they don't listen?" Green Jade asked.
Chu Xiu narrowed his eyes and said, "It's very simple, if they want to repent and worship the true god, just turn them into Black Luo Clan's people.
If they don't want to repent, they can become slaves. Next time when we fight, let them fight in the front.
As for those who don't want to repent and resist, we can kill them later. "
The Black Luo Clan was now under his command, but in Chu Xiu's eyes, the Black Luo Clan was still a bit too weak.
Chu Xiu only had the 'Real Fire Body Refinement' technique to enhance the cultivation of the Black Luo Tribe's warriors. So, he couldn't come up with anything else.
However, Chu Xiu still had many things that he needed the Black Luo Clan's help. He had to make them strong enough to fight against those powerful forces in the depths of the Di Luo Mountain Range.
Therefore, he had to let these barbarians know what it meant to grow stronger by fighting. The more they fought, the weaker they became.
Hei Jie waved his hand, telling the other Black Luo Clan's people to stop killing and capture them alive.
After spending half a day to clean up the battlefield, Chu Xiu said to Hei Jie, "You know my other identity, so I can't stay in the Southern Barbarian Land all the time.
However, the Cangwu County is not far from here, so Kecha will stay in the Southern Peace Prefecture. If you want to find me, you can go through Kecha.
Similarly, if I want to find you, I will also go through Kecha. "
Kecha, who was following behind Chu Xiu, smiled bitterly, but didn't resist.
In any case, he had already boarded Chu Xiu's pirate ship, and it was too late for him to get off. He could only do his best to work for Chu Xiu, and hope that Chu Xiu would keep his promise.
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