Chapter 706

The ancient and evil thoughts seemed to have been awakened, descending from an inexplicable height. The purplish Demonic Form gradually solidified with fiery eyes and black teeth, polluting its surroundings.

At the same time, Dark Broadsword's Space Ring was thrown into the Demonic Form. All the items inside returned to their original state, turning into the Demonic Form's "blood" and "flesh"!

In just a short moment, the Demonic Form seemed to have materialized and was clearly visible. Interwoven with Dharma and Logos, it corrupted heaven and earth, creating a Demonic Abyss. It was almost as powerful as a Dharma Form that had crossed the first step of the Celestial Ladder!

This was Dark Broadsword's ultimate move of burning his Blood Essence and Vital Spirit, abandoning his items and lifespan, and shedding the pitch-black Demonic Mark!

The purplish Demonic Form's arms were as thick as buckets, while its palms were black and as large as dustpans, emitting a suction force that could devour heaven and earth. The thin arm held a long sword condensed from Devil Qi, causing the sea of Vital Qi between heaven and earth to turn as black as ink. If one breathed normally, one's body and Vital Spirit would definitely be poisoned or polluted.

Dark Broadsword's expression was ferocious. He spread his arms, and the Demonic Form flew out from behind him. It attacked Mengqi with both its palms and sword.

The Devil Qi churned and the suction force was terrifying. The dark light formation set up by Soul-chasing Demon Monarch swayed and was on the verge of breaking.

However, Dark Broadsword noticed that the nearby Merciless Tyrant had become elusive. The green figure seemed to be infinitely far away, widening the distance between his physical body and the Demonic Form. It was as if the Demonic Form had to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to attack him!

It was an illusory body movement driven by "I, the Unique and Righteous"!

The Demonic Sword slashed out. Black Qi condensed and transformed into a long and pure sword light. It cut through the layers of the "void" like a sharp knife cutting through tofu, chasing after Merciless Tyrant. The suction force of the Demonic Palm grew stronger, as if it wanted to pull the elegant green figure from infinitely far away!

The surroundings suddenly turned dark. The sword light seemed to be shuttling through the vast starry sky, but it could not reach the "other side" and see Mengqi no matter how hard it tried.

He was so close, yet so far away!

Suddenly, Dark Broadsword's eyes focused, unable to hide his shock. At the end of the dark starry sky, Merciless Tyrant had two heads and four arms, staring at him at the same time!

One of his heads was merciful and compassionate like the Buddha, while the other head was indifferent and cold like the devil. His four arms were raised high at the same time, each forming a mudra. There was a coldness full of killing intent, a depravity rolling in the mortal world, a scorching heat that burned the world, and a profound zen that was neither on this shore nor the other shore, nor in the middle stream.

The first three were integrated into the last Buddhist Mudra and formed, form, and struck. to form. and

The sea of bitterness is boundless. I, the merciful Devil, destroy the world and save the Buddha!

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A muffled sound rang out. The purplish purple Demon Form, whose momentum had weakened due to crossing layers of void, could only try its best to defend itself. It barely managed to block the first three palms, but the Demon Qi had already exploded. Darkness fell, and the protective light was completely shattered.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless. I, the Devil, am merciful. The two heads opened their mouths at the same time, emitting a grand and indifferent voice. The last palm magically retracted the profound mystery of being everywhere and nowhere, ignoring the remaining defenses as it directly slapped the head of the Demonic Form!

The two heads opened their mouths at the same time, emitting a grand and indifferent voice. The last palm magically converged the mystery of being everywhere and nowhere. Ignoring the remaining defenses, it slapped the Demonic Form's head!

The head of the Demonic Form shattered like a watermelon falling from a high altitude. Deep cracks appeared on its body and it quickly broke into countless small pieces. It could no longer maintain its solid state!

The sea of Vital Qi between heaven and earth suddenly became clear, no longer tainted!

Meng Qi stopped the transformation of having two heads and four arms. With a flick of his finger, a silver-white sword beam flew out and turned into countless sword beams in the air. They whizzed down in the midst of the dazzling illusion, circling around and strangling the broken Dharma Form. It seemed that each of the sword beams had their own spirituality or were under exquisite and unique control, completely destroying the broken Dharma Form.

Seeing this, Dark Broadsword's face was filled with despair. His Vital Spirit burned faster and he chose to self-destruct!

"Kaboom!"

Amidst the violent explosion, his final curse was heard.

"They will avenge me!"

Mengqi's left hand struck out heavily as if carrying a mountain. It was so heavy that the front of his palm was dark, as if there were black needle-shaped holes. The spreading power of the explosion was like rivers returning to the sea. Soon, the sea was clear.

At the same time, his eyes were deep and reserved. He pointed at Dark Broadsword's remaining Vital Spirit, planning to seize the opportunity to use Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth.

Suddenly, the sound of a zither rang out. Mengqi's spirit was slightly shaken and his cultivation method became sluggish. He watched helplessly as Dark Broadsword completely disappeared.

"Third Childe of the Ruan Clan is playing the zither? It doesn't sound powerful … "Mengqi was not annoyed. Instead, he pondered.

"Splash!" The waves surged and the ship rose and fell in a deep blue crystal.

Mengqi took a light breath and seemed to realize something. "Is this a zither song targeted at the Blue-blooded People? The Ruan Clan is really secretive. I'll have to ask the little foodie next time … "

Looking back at the place where Dark Broadsword had self-destructed, Mengqi felt rather helpless. He had no intention of killing and only wanted to ask. Who knew that Dark Broadsword would be so determined?

"Perhaps it's because I've successfully established my image as a Great Devil and he values his secrets more than his life …" Mengqi focused his gaze and found a drop of greenish-purple blood on the ground. It was filled with evil and devouring demonic nature.

Mengqi grabbed the drop of Devil Blood and suddenly recalled what Dark Broadsword had said to himself.

"The Devil returns to the world, and the Saint follows again!" Mengqi muttered as he held the Devil Blood in his palm.

Rumor had it that the Devil Lord had twelve Devil Saints under his command. After his fall, they successively died in battle. Their flesh and blood merged with the earth, and their consciousness dispersed into the void. Was the consciousness that was summoned and borrowed from one of them?

"In other words, this drop of blood is the blood of a Devil Saint that has been refined. I wonder who it belongs to …" Mengqi looked at the drop of blood, which had obviously become much dimmer and weaker. He cast a sealing spell on it and stored it in the Space Ring.

Then, he frowned and pondered. "They'll come for revenge … The Saint follows … the Devil returns to the world … It feels like a secret organization that 'protects the Devil Lord'. I'll take some time to ask the people of the Immortals and see if they've encountered it before."

The sound of the zither became increasingly high-pitched and urgent. Mengqi gathered his thoughts and left the junk ship. He snuck back to the Zhu Mansion to wrap things up.

He could roughly guess what would happen next!

…

Inside the Yun family's mourning hall.

Ninth Childe took a deep breath. His mind flashed with the plan and speech he had previously deliberated. He suddenly felt confident and the Master of the family was in sight.

He glanced at Second Childe Yun, who was also a little restless. Then, he glanced at Thirteenth Childe Yun and found that his younger brother looked calm and composed, as if everything was under control.

"Oh no, why is Thirteenth Brother so calm? Is there another way to win? " Ninth Childe's heart skipped a beat. Finally, he looked at Sixth Childe.

"Sixth Brother is a little depressed and indifferent …" Ninth Childe felt that something was wrong.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Sixth Childe take a step forward and say in a low voice, "I'll withdraw from the position of Master of the family and focus on martial arts!"

"What? Sixth Brother is withdrawing? How could this be? " Ninth Childe was shocked. He had not seen any signs of withdrawing in the past ten years!

He could not help but look at the other two. He saw that Thirteenth Childe Yun was still calm and collected, while Second Childe Yun was obviously shocked.

"Did Thirteenth Brother have something on Sixth Brother to force him to withdraw?" Ninth Childe's heart sank. He felt that things were not as simple as he had imagined. However, he still had a fifty percent chance of winning.

"Wait!" He Jiu suddenly spoke while everyone in the Yun family was immersed in their own thoughts.

"What do you have to say, Young Heightslord?" Sixth Childe Yun was a little confused. Eastsea Sword Village had rarely interfered with the internal affairs of the Yun family. This was the foundation of a happy relationship.

He Jiu lowered his hands and looked around the mourning hall with a deep look in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "This concerns the traitors in the Yun family who have colluded with the Blue-blooded People. It concerns the safety of the human race. We have been friends with the Yun family for many years. We cannot sit back and watch as the position of Master of the family is handed to the wrong person."

He suddenly raised his voice and said in a solemn tone,

"I, He Jiu, the young heightslord of Eastsea Sword Village, will intervene in this matter on behalf of the Sword Village, even if I have to bear the blame!"

He Jiu's heroic and majestic manner intimidated the Yun family members. No one dared to speak. Moreover, most of the Yun family members were anxious about the Blue-blooded People. They did not know how to choose the Master of the family, so they were more than happy to have Eastsea Sword Village take the lead.

Ninth Childe Yun and Second Childe Yun suddenly had a bad feeling. Thirteenth Childe Yun's expression also changed slightly. This was not what he had expected!

After pretending to be a bad guy, He Jiu softened his expression and promised, "Before the Yun family is truly safe, Eastsea Sword Village will provide protection and will not interfere with the specific affairs of the Yun family."

This was a disguised promise of protection and not taking them as a vassal. Many of the Yun family members were immediately relieved. They were all frightened by the Blue-blooded People.

Thus, a Supreme Elder cupped his hands and said, "Young heightslord, please tell us."

He Jiu looked straight at Ninth Childe Yun and the others and said directly,

"I mean Sixth Uncle Yun."

"What?" Second Childe Yun and Ninth Childe Yun said in unison. Thirteenth Childe Yun's breathing became heavy. He wanted to express his opposition to Eastsea Sword Village's intervention.

They felt as if their beautiful expectations had been shattered!

He Jiu looked at Second Childe Yun and Ninth Childe Yun and said, "You are all suspects in the Blue-blooded People incident."

Ninth Childe Yun had already prepared an excuse. Just as he was about to speak, He Jiu glanced at him and said, "The backyard of the Zhu family."

Ninth Childe Yun's face immediately turned pale. How, how did Eastsea Sword Village find out about this?

He Jiu then looked at Thirteenth Childe Yun with the same expression and said calmly, "Some things may have been a moment of confusion. As long as you repent, don't fall into the evil path, and aren't the murderers who killed Master Yun, we will let bygones be bygones."

He Jiu spoke vaguely to give the masters of the Yun family a way out.

Thirteenth Childe Yun did not know what information He Jiu had obtained, so he dared not take the risk. He gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to serve Sixth Brother as the Master of the family."

All of a sudden, he and Ninth Childe Yun looked at He Xiu at the same time. They recalled the day when the child had delivered the letter. Could it be that someone had provided secret information to Eastsea Sword Village?

At that time, they had all noticed the incident. However, because the other party had done it so openly and with such great fanfare, they had been intimidated. They were afraid that it was Eastsea Sword Village's "fishing" tactic, so they did not dare to pursue and investigate.

Now that they thought about it, they were filled with hatred and regret. However, since the other party had dared to do it, he must have had a backup plan. He was not afraid of being tracked or even counterattacked.

Thirteenth Childe Yun's mask of calmness and wisdom crumbled. He lowered his head and his eyelids to hide the indignation on his face. He had worked so hard to plan for so many years, but he had failed inexplicably!

Ninth Childe Yun and Second Childe Yun both knew that a wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. They expressed their support in unison.

Sixth Childe Yun was dizzy and did not know what was going on. It was not until He Jiu repeated that he would let bygones be bygones that he heaved a sigh of relief and shed tears of gratitude.

It was not as good as doing wrong!

After everything was done, He Jiu looked at Ninth Childe Yun. "What are you waiting for? Lead us to besiege the people in the backyard of the Zhu family!"

Ninth Childe Yun shuddered and replied coldly, "Yes!"

…

Under He Xiu and He Jiu's lead, the experts of the Exterior surrounded the backyard of the Zhu family's mansion. However, they could not sense anyone inside!

"We're too late." He Jiu exhaled.

Madam Baihua and Ying Ning looked back at the Zhu family's mansion as a horse-drawn carriage slowly traveled along the street in the distance.

Opposite them was Mengqi, who was dressed in a green robe and had white hair at his temples. He was sitting calmly and leisurely.