A pair of eyes, full of resentment and lethal intent, were staring at Jing Jiu in the midst of the flames that seemed to be on the verge of lighting up the dark night.
These two emotions were so intense that they were about to materialize and come out of the Sun Banner.
There were not many people in the world who wanted to kill Jing Jiu, but there were definitely some.
However, there were very few people who hated him so much and wanted to kill him so much.
Jing Jiu looked in that direction in Silence. His eyes gradually became as sharp as a real sword.
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In the deep end of the distant Cold Mountain was the mountain gate of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
It was late at night, but the valley was still dry. It didn't feel moist at all. It was affected by the underground fire source and also had something to do with the Sun Banner.
Changing sects and establishing a cult might incur the suppression of the Righteous Faction, so the Mysterious Dark Sect was naturally very cautious. They had activated the Great Formation of the mountain gate long ago.
Somewhere on the edge of a high platform hidden in the cliff, someone was looking into the distance. No one knew what he was thinking, but his back view seemed a little bleak.
There was a soft bed in the deep end of the manor cave. The former sect master of the Mysterious Dark Sect, Su Qige, had been lying here ever since he was paralyzed.
Standing by the bed, Gao Ya stared down at Su Qige's eyes, saying in a hushed voice, "Even if everything goes as you wish, it's still impossible for you to become the church master!"
As the only surviving elder of the seventh generation of the Xuanyin Sect, his Cultivation state was extremely profound. In the past two years, he had even grasped the power of the Xuanyin Sect. But now, his face no longer looked like it used to be. Only now did he realize that the so-called mastery was all fake.
Su Qige said nonchalantly, "I've even given up on my own son. Do you think I care about the title of Church Master?"
Gao Ya said in a deep voice, "You better hope that the Windstorm Blade Cult and the Kunlun Sect won't interfere. Otherwise, if something happens to the Mountain Gate, you'll be the sinner who destroyed the sect!"
Su Qige said, "Cao Yuan was full of deviant energy before he became the Bodhisattva, and Kunlun had been weak for many years. Now that the Sun Banner is out, would someone like He dare come here to spy on us?"
Gao Ya said sternly, "But don't forget that Kunlun still has the Cloud Dream Mountain behind them!"
Su Qige said with drooping eyelids, "Now that the Fiend Prison is in turmoil, the attention of Aoyama and the Center Sect will be focused on Zhaoge City, so they won't pay any attention to us."
It was his idea to change sects and establish a cult. These were the reasons he had explained many times — the Mysterious Dark Sect should seize this opportunity to raise their banner and recruit more masters of the Deviant Sects and even the Rogue Cultivators to increase their strength. However, during this process, they would not expand, and they would not provoke the big sects of the Righteous Sects.
The theory made sense, but it was often unrealistic to put it into practice.
Gao Ya's expression was extremely unsightly. Just as he was about to continue refuting, he suddenly sensed something and turned to look outside the canyon. "Someone is spying on us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in the canyon.
The wind was extremely dry, like an invisible flame that licked everything.
Both Gao Ya and Su Qige on the bed felt it hard to breathe.
The incomparably dazzling light enveloped the entire canyon, but the figure at the edge of the platform was not engulfed. Instead, it became even darker.
The Sun Banner rose up from the underground fire source, swaying in the wind and turning into countless flames, engulfing a wisp of black smoke dozens of miles away.
This scene caused Gao Ya to be shocked in his heart, and he found it difficult to control himself.
He could see clearly that the black smoke was a famous free-traveling practitioner on the Cold Mountain.
Though the rogue cultivator's realm wasn't as high as his, it wasn't far from him. However, he couldn't put up any resistance in front of the Sun Banner and died quietly!
Gao Ya and Su Qige eyed each other, and they saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes, so they stopped arguing.
One was the former Sect Master, and the other was the Elder of the seventh generation. Naturally, they were very familiar with the Sun Banner, but they felt very strange today.
In their hands, the Sun Banner could only be used as the foundation of the Mountain Gate Formation to resist the attacks from the outside world. It was nowhere near as formidable and powerful as it was now.
The reason was also very clear. It was because the ancient secret method of the Mysterious Dark Sect to control the Sun Banner had long been lost …
Even though Su Qige was the sect master, he couldn't make the Sun Banner recognize him as its master.
Until that person came to the Xuanyin Sect and brought back the secret technique.
Looking at the back of the figure by the platform, Gao Ya and Su Qige had a complicated expression in their eyes.
In the beginning, Gao Ya was delighted when he found that that person had mastered the most ancient Mysterious Dark Demonic Style; he wanted to use him to drive away Su Ziye and then use him as his puppet.
Su Qige had the same idea.
But both of them failed.
That person possessed a fortitude and ruthlessness far beyond his age, as if he was born to be a deviant swordsman.
In the end, he ignored the thoughts of Gao Ya and Su Qige, and had the entire Mysterious Dark Sect in his hands.
"There are flying swords of the Aoyama Sect in the distance."
That person said this emotionlessly.
Gao Ya said urgently, "Sect Master, please be careful!"
Su Qige said almost at the same time, "Sect Master, please think twice!"
Now that the power of the Sun Banner had increased tremendously, and the Mysterious Dark Sect was at the peak of their morale, they could kill other orthodox disciples easily, but that was the flying swords of the Aoyama Sect …
The Mysterious Dark Sect and the Aoyama Sect had a deep grudge against each other, as well as a deep fear of each other. If a war broke out between the Mysterious Dark Sect and the Aoyama Sect, would the Mysterious Dark Sect have to move their sects again?
That person took two steps toward the platform, his body trembling slightly. His fists hanging by his sides were surrounded by black smoke. It seemed that he was very excited.
One of his legs was lame.
His eyes were full of lethal intent and resentment.
Nobody could see the scene a thousand miles away, but he could see Jing Jiu on the iron sword with the help of the Sun Banner.
After the Sun Banner recognized him as its master, his Cultivation state, which had been gradually perfected in the demonic method, had increased sharply again.
In other words, he was very powerful now.
As such, he had a strong impulse to kill Jing Jiu.
He had gradually calmed down, his hands no longer trembling, and the black smoke surrounding him had gradually dispersed.
He gave up because he was too far away, and he wasn't sure if the Sun Banner could kill him.
"One day, I'll kill you and Zhao Layue …"
His name was Wang Xiaoming.
Not long after he was born, the small village he lived in was swallowed by the mudslide due to a fight between two Cultivation practitioners.
Shi Fengchen, an official of the Pure Heaven Bureau, saved him and raised him.
When he was young, he worked as a laborer in the warehouse of the Pure Heaven Bureau, and had a worker named Seventy-Two.
What he liked to do most was to go to his adoptive father's house to cook and feed the chickens.
Twelve years ago, Shi Fengchen bribed Bulao Lin to assassinate Zhao Layue through the Crown Prince's Manor, and he committed suicide in front of Jing Jiu after the assassination failed.
He was the first person to witness the terrible scene.
He left Zhaoge City with the Cultivation method left by his adoptive father, and walked forward with difficulty in the old temple and the wild fields.
He had many fortuitous encounters under the waterfall and in the cave, and he even learned the most ancient and orthodox secret method of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
After a few attempts, he arrived at the Mysterious Dark Sect with the help of Elder Gao Ya and the secret cooperation of the former sect master, Su Qige.
Su Ziye, whom even Lo Huainan was wary of, was forced to flee to the West Ocean like a stray dog.
Four years later, he had finally gotten rid of the direct disciples of Su Ziye at the Mysterious Dark Sect, and became the mysterious and formidable new sect master, and also the future church master.
Yet, he had a clear and definite goal in Cultivation, so he wouldn't be confused by other things. As such, he had been calm the entire time.
He was fully aware that there must be something hidden behind those fortuitous encounters.
It didn't matter.
The main characters in the stories were usually like this. A huge hand in the dark sky was controlling their lives, and the truth would be revealed one day.
Yet, the main characters in the stories would always crush the huge hand into pieces in the end.
Wang Xiaoming knew that he was such a person.
He knew more than that.
"I know that you want to use this matter to attract more attention and push me to the forefront, in order to obtain a chance of survival in the chaos. It would be better if you could kill me."
He said this while looking at Su Qige on the bed.
"I know that you seem to be arguing with him on the surface, but you have actually joined hands with him in secret in an attempt to turn me back into the puppet I used to be."
He said this while looking at Elder Gao Ya.
It was deathly quiet in the manor cave.
The light in the valley grew dimmer.
Su Qige remained silent.
Gao Ya was startled. He didn't expect this young man, who didn't know anything back then, to be able to see through the intentions of these old foxes.
"I don't know anything about scheming and scheming. All I know is that everybody is a stranger in a strange environment, and the strangers are the enemies."
Wang Xiaoming said to them, "If I could treat everybody as my enemy, I wouldn't be deceived."
After a moment of silence, Gao Ya said, "I'm really not willing to die in your hands."
He was the elder of the seventh generation of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and his Cultivation state was exceedingly high. Even a swordsman in the Broken Sea State of the Aoyama Sect was not his equal.
However, this place was the center of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and also the center of the Great Formation of the mountain gate. Wang Xiaoming, who possessed the Sun Banner, could kill him easily.
"Since you used me to control the Sun Banner, you have to accept the fact that I can kill you with the Sun Banner at any time."
Wang Xiaoming continued, "But it's reasonable for you to want to kill me, so I'm not angry. I can give you a chance."
The expression on Gao Ya's face changed slightly, as he asked, "What should I do?"
"Obey me and beg for my forgiveness," said Wang Xiaoming.
"You're not a divine demon."
Su Qige suddenly said, "I thought I was a divine demon, but I ended up going mad and became a cripple."
"Of course I'm not a Fiendgod. Fiendgods wouldn't suffer as much pain and torture as I do."
Wang Xiaoming said with a resolute look in his eyes, "I am only the main character of this story. That's why I have to endure all this first and then get what I want."
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The pair of eyes in the Sun Banner disappeared.
Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again.
The iron sword sped up again, heading toward the depths of the night in the west.
The swordsmen of the Windy-Broadsword Church in the back had also sensed the unusual commotion in the deep part of the Cold Mountain.
Looking at the gradually diminishing flames, the experts of the Windblade School felt a little heavy in their hearts. They gathered at a certain mountain peak.
The Mysterious Dark Sect was indeed arrogant, but the key question was why the Sun Banner's momentum was so astonishing, far exceeding the records of the past two hundred years.
Someone asked, "Was that Fellow Daoist from the He clan?"
The tall and skinny expert of the Windblade Sect said, "Senior from the Aoyama Sect, may I know which elder you are?"
Everyone looked at the little black dot in the distance that was about to disappear into the night. They thought to themselves that with such a shocking speed, he was probably not an ordinary elder.
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The faint sound of waves came from the front.
In an instant, the sound of waves could be heard as clearly as the thunder.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the ocean in front of him.
It was dawn. The morning sunlight shone on the surface of the ocean, dyeing the seawater with a complicated color; it was hard to tell if the color was blue or golden, but it had a strange sense of beauty.
This place was one thousand miles north of Haizhou City, a desolate place. Even the seawater was cold, and there were few fish here and there. It was deathly quiet here.
A few fat sea animals could be seen occasionally on the rocks along the shore; it was unclear what they usually ate.
The iron sword stopped on a rock to take a rest.
The white cat poked his head out from Gu Qing's chest and looked curiously at a fat sea animal not far away, as if he wanted to taste it.
Gu Qing held the white cat gingerly, and then glanced at Jing Jiu cautiously. … …
After leaving the Cold Mountain, Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
He felt that his Master had something on his mind.
This was rare.
"Find out who that person of the Mysterious Dark Sect is when we get back."
Jing Jiu suddenly said.
As he rode the flying sword, Jing Jiu thought about who wanted to kill him.
Speaking of enemies, besides Tong Lu, there were only those humans and demons who had died by the Thoughtless Sword when he and Zhao Layue traveled the world, and those people in Zhaoge City.
Of course, he didn't forget the troubles Liu Shisui had caused.
There was no conclusion.
Feeling surprised, Gu Qing said, "Okay. What should we do after we find out?"
Jing Jiu said, "We'll kill them when we can."
Back when he and Bai Zao were trapped in the snowland, Jing Jiu thought of using the Thoughtless Sword to send a message to Zhao Layue, asking her to kill Lo Huainan ten years later.
Now that he was outside, he would do it himself.
Thousands of waves suddenly formed on the surface of the ocean, crashing against the rocks by the shore, making booming sounds.
Though Jing Jiu's voice was muffled, Gu Qing could hear it clearly.
Jing Jiu was taken aback, wondering how he could convince the Sect Master and the Senior Master Sword Justice to destroy the headquarters of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
It seemed that Young Brother Yuan and the monkeys would be the ones to do it.
The white cat felt bored, yawning once. But he soon shut his mouth and looked at the deep part of the ocean, his pupils shrunk to the size of black dots; he looked extremely vigilant.
The waves grew larger and higher, crashing against the shore, splashing a great deal of snow.
A black line could be vaguely seen approaching at a high speed.
Soon, Jing Jiu could see it clearly. It was a wall of water several feet high.
The iron sword flew up again.
A moment later, a thudding sound like thunder burst out from below, and the spray shot up into the sky like sharp arrows, wetting Gu Qing's clothes.
Looking at the deep part of the ocean, Gu Qing saw more and more terrifying white waves, his face turning pale.
The strong wind was whistling, along with the smell of blood and salt, as well as the familiar smell of swords.
Two powerful swordsmen were fighting in the deep part of the distant ocean.
Even though the spray caused by the two flying swords was hundreds or even thousands of miles away, it was still so terrifying when it reached the mainland.
What would it feel like if Jing Jiu were to be in the middle of it?
The Sun Banner he saw last night couldn't be more powerful than this, even if it were to exert its full strength.
Who was fighting there?
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