Chapter 338: Climbing the Tower with a Sword

While Gu Chen and the other two were busy crossing the river, a turbulence arose in Longcheng.

Li Jiufeng watched the two people jump into the Yin River, gave Bai Nianzhi an instruction, and slowly fell asleep. He transformed into a black peak to protect a city. Not only did he have to cover up the breath of the people in the city, but he also had to isolate it from external pollution. He was consuming a huge amount of mana all the time. Now even the spiritual energy was tainted with a trace of the breath of the fallen immortal, and it became more difficult to refine. His mana was not enough, so he could only rely on sleep to replenish it. Every day, he could only be awake for two hours.

Just as Li Jiufeng fell into a deep sleep and lost consciousness, a dark cloud in the distance slowly approached Longcheng. The black fog rolled, revealing its true appearance. It turned out to be a strange creature covered with scales, half human, half snake. Its huge body like a mountain rolled in the sky, its breath turned into smoke, and its roar was like thunder.

He had a human face, a flat and wide head, with a yellow snake pupil on each side, flowing with coldness. Under his jaw, there were skin patterns like a snake's belly, extending all the way to the tip of the tail. In the middle of his snake body, there was a deep wound, splattering black blood. The blood fell to the ground and turned into small black snakes.

Looking more closely, it was found that what was rolling around the snake man was not black fog, but black snakes that kept circling around the huge snake man, as if they were his limbs.

The Holy Father of the Earthly Spirit Snakes, Yuanzu Tianjun, this is his honorific title. Yuanzu Tianjun is the most moody and vindictive person, and this time, he came here just for revenge.

The snake body of Yuanzu Tianjun blocked out the sun and wandered around, as if looking for something. As time passed, the huge snake body slowly approached the black peak outside Longcheng. He sniffed, and the two holes on his forehead opened slightly, and he roared suddenly.

This roar not only spread throughout the area, but also awakened the relatively quiet Dragon City. In the center of the city, a candlestick was shaking gently, surrounded by pieces of porcelain fragments and outermost were eternal lamps.

A roar was heard, the flame of the candlestick suddenly rushed out, and the porcelain pieces gathered into a human shape. Yize woke up, he closed his eyes, sensed it, and sighed. He didn't remember when he had this problem, but he had sighed more and more in recent years.

"My strength has not yet fully recovered, and His Majesty has fallen asleep. Even if I force him to wake up, it will take an hour. Gu Chen is not in the city now. Only one in ten soldiers of Xiantai survived. The cultivators who can deal with it..."

Yize quickly received and sorted out information from all sides and couldn't help but sigh again. He covered his chest with his hands, and the candlestick inside burned quietly. The method of resurrection cannot be used frequently. Using it repeatedly in a short period of time not only damaged his foundation, but also greatly reduced his strength. However, things are beyond one's control. Someone has to stand up. As one of the tallest people, he can only do this. Unfortunately, the vicious cycle eventually leads to a bitter fruit.

"The aura outside the city should be Yuanzu Tianjun. Although he has lost his mind, I am not able to deal with it now. Damn it, why did he come at this time?"

He raised his hand, and there was a faint crack on it. The timing was perfect. If it was earlier or later, it wouldn't be so difficult.

"At this point, we can only delay time and wait for His Majesty to wake up."

Yize thought silently that the best way he could think of was to use his remaining fire to burn everything that belonged to him to make a final stand.

Outside the city, Yuanzu Tianjun walked straight all the way, looking at the empty white land and suddenly spewing out black fog. The black fog fell with a sizzling sound, and a protective net appeared, revealing the hidden Dragon City. The black fog showed its decadence as soon as it came into contact with the spiritual light of the city-protecting magic circle. As the only remaining isolated city, it has no source of income and no support. It can only live off its resources and have its foundation gradually eliminated by the fallen immortals. What awaits them is only a dark future without light.

A big hole was burned in the city protection magic circle. Before the irritable Yuanzu Tianjun could make any more moves, a figure rose into the sky. Yi Ze looked at the people who appeared through the gap, who were in an uproar and running around in the light. He was silent for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, the spiritual light replenished the magic circle and it was restored to its original state. Even if only a thin layer was left, it could still block some pollution.

He turned his head and looked at Yuanzu Tianjun. Against that mountain-like body, Yi Ze looked like an ant. The fallen immortal was irrational and unable to communicate. Verbal communication was useless, so he could only kill him with force, or... be killed by him!

"Come and fight!"

Yize shouted in a low voice, looking back at the familiar Longcheng with nostalgia. His body was filled with flames, and countless flames flowed out through the cracks in his body, outlining streaks of fire.

At the same time, the situation in Dragon City was not peaceful either. The big hole that had suddenly disappeared and was repaired was not yet completely repaired. A trace of foul air flowed into Dragon City through the hole.

On the street, a man suddenly overturned tables and chairs, roared loudly, his face became long and narrow, his teeth became sharp, he spat out a long snake, and rushed towards the crowd crazily.

The old man, dressed in coarse cloth and with a mask of iron, looked at the strange scene in front of him. His fingers moved across the sword, trembling constantly, as if he was suppressing something. Finally, his body relaxed and tensed, and he was completely relaxed.
, he raised his sword and chopped off the head of the person in front of him. The strange creature, which had a human body but a snake head, trembled a few times and turned into ashes.

The old man did not hesitate, turned around and flew towards the chaotic sound. Soon he killed dozens of snake people. He looked at the panicked crowd and the stars running around, and was silent for a moment, then he sighed.

In the air, Yi Ze fought with Yuanzu Tianjun countless times and couldn't help but feel a little breathless. Not only did he have to resist Tianjun's offensive, but he also had to protect the magic circle without any slack. As time passed, he could feel a force brewing. It was Li Jiufeng who had noticed something was wrong and was forcing himself to wake up.

The pollution of Yuanzu Tianjun spread throughout the world, destroying the magic circle. The originally weak magic circle became even more miserable, with only a thin layer left. The people in the city could completely see the battle outside through the magic circle. If there was no magic circle to block them, the pollution of the fallen immortals' bodies would be enough to turn them into Yuanzu Tianjun's clan snake people. Even so, the city was in constant chaos.

Yize looked back and with his extraordinary eyesight he could see the panic on the faces of the people. Faced with a behemoth that was bigger than the entire city, the people were either crazy or mad. Some fled aimlessly, while others collapsed to the ground with lifeless eyes.

After taking a look, he no longer hesitated. It was normal for these people to behave like this. Facing an irresistible force, it was not wrong for them to go crazy for a while. The fault was his own, as he did not have enough power to protect them. The fault was also with the world, as it would not allow the human race to recuperate.

Yuanzu Tianjun was merciless and spewed out smoke, black air, fog and poisonous miasma from his mouth, rolling towards Yize. He could feel that the person who had hurt him that year was sleeping here.

'Since I have no power, I will borrow power, burn everything I have, and borrow the power of the ancestors!'

Yi Ze was a little crazy and was about to use the fatal method, but it was not because of the fear between life and death, but because of the resentment towards the fallen immortal and the world here.

Heaven and earth are partial and inhumane, how hateful!
He thrust his hand into his chest, his heart shattered, and grasped the fluttering life lamp, just wanting to risk everything, at this moment, a faint breath came, interrupting his movement, and also blocking the movement of Yuanzu Tianjun.

A figure stepped into the air step by step and rose from Dragon City. Although it was a little slow, his attitude was firm. He gently took off the iron mask on his face and threw it away casually.

Yize looked at the man. He knew this man. He was a survivor who was gathered three months ago. His aura was not obvious and he looked like an ordinary person, but now he had a majestic aura.

"No, it's not Shinzo, it's Sendai."

He thought silently, but the current situation cannot be solved by an Immortal Realm Realm. At this time, the Immortal Realm can only protect itself.

The iron mask fell to the ground, and the man revealed his true face. Through the faint city-protecting magic circle, someone identified his origins.

"It's the Denglou Sword Master, Murong Changge. He has disappeared for countless years. People in the world say he is dead. Even though the Wanjian Sect's lineage was cut off and all the disciples died, he never showed up."

A star beheaded a snake man, watching Murong Changge mutter to himself, and seeing the thick death aura on him, "It seems that even if he is not dead, he is not far from death. I wonder if he can still swing the sword."

The answer is yes. Not only can it, but it also hurts.

With one sword strike, the rolling mixed breath was cut apart. That ordinary sword broke the rolling black miasma, causing it to roll back. The sword light went straight and fell towards Yuanzu Tianjun.

Yuanzu Tianjun was hit by the sword and couldn't help but roar a few times. There was nothing fancy about the sword of Denglou Sword Master, it was just fast, extremely fast.

It was faster than thunder and lightning. He was stabbed by the sword before he could even think of resisting.

Yize looked at Murong Changge in front of him. What kind of person was he? He was wearing a coarse cloth and a pair of straw sandals. His long pale hair was randomly tied together. His old cheeks were carved with deep wrinkles, revealing his shriveled eyeballs. There were no holes on his iron mask because he could no longer see!
Different from the aging of ordinary people, the aging of ordinary people is just a transition in the growth stage of a person. When you see that he is old, you can also see a little bit of vitality disappearing. That kind of aging is normal.

Murong Changge is different. His old age comes from within. He is like a fading tiger or a piece of rotten wood. When he stands there, Yi Ze seems to see the end of everything - facing the endless silence brought about by death.

Looking down, you can see the sword in Murong Changge's hand. What kind of sword is that? An old iron bar that has been slightly polished, with small holes filled in the pits and a few black cloth strips wrapped around the tail, which is its hilt. Murong Changge's sword is like him, or rather, he is like this sword.

This sword just hit Yuanzu Tianjun and it hurt a lot. It is more useful than those gorgeous swords.

Murong Changge opened his mouth, and his hoarse voice sounded like a bearing that had not been oiled for a long time, echoing in the ears of Yize and the people of Longcheng.

"I have been practicing sword since I was young. My master said that I was born for the sword. The martial arts world back then was far from being as prosperous as it is now. I mean three years ago," Murong Changge slashed away the polluted aura wafting from Yuanzu Tianjun with a sword. "I came down the mountain after completing my studies. In just twenty years, I entered the realm of Shenzang. Even if it was the Xiantai realm, I had the confidence to strike with a sword. At that time, I was full of vigor and energy and invincible in the world."

"Young people never admit defeat. At that time, I hadn't even gone through half of my life, but I wanted to break into the immortal platform and become an immortal." Murong Changge's voice was flat, and several sharp wounds appeared on Yuanzu Tianjun's body.

"Unfortunately, Xiantai is not something I can achieve if I want to. It is like a mountain pressing on my heart. Every time I want to cross it, my sword tells me that it is not possible. My sword is afraid, and so am I."

"It turns out that I'm not a genius, not a peerless genius. I'm just a mediocre person stuck in the same place." Murong Changge touched his eye sockets. "That was my darkest moment. I stopped practicing swordsmanship and took over the Wanjian Sect. I spent my days in a daze."

"But fortunately I survived, and I picked up the sword again, and started to learn sword skills just like the first time I practiced sword skills. I reached the peak of sword skills, and finally mastered sword skills." Murong Changge's voice became louder.

"The turning point happened five years ago. My misfortune was also my great fortune. I became blind." His voice was low but not depressed, as if there was a power brewing in it. "My eyes were blind, but my sword was not blind. I began to observe the world with my sword and perceive the world with my mind. It was a completely different world."

"Finally, I discovered a new power. I call it intention, sword intention, a path different from cultivation," Murong Changge's withered face was full of pride. He found himself again, the high-spirited and dominating swordsman. "It was not until a few years ago that I saw immortals and gods, and you bunch of ghosts." He looked at Yuanzu Tianjun, "You are such filthy existences, but others told me that you are immortals and gods."

Murong Changge laughed: "It turns out that I am not hesitating, and it is not that my sword cannot reach its limit, but my sword is telling me that if I take one more step forward, I will become a being that is neither human nor ghost. It will contaminate my sword body and make me no longer human. My sword is right!"

He raised his hand high, and a magnificent sword intent emerged, cutting off the head of Yuanzu Tianjun. Looking at the monster that had reappeared as a snake beast, Murong Changge said, "You, what kind of immortal gods are you! If becoming an immortal means becoming something like this, I would rather behead myself and become a human being!"

Yuanzu Tianjun roared, revealing all his power, but was blocked by a sword. Then his head was chopped off by the sword, and then it was restored. The two of them were in a stalemate.

"After I figured it out, my sword skills started to improve, but I also discovered that, in fact, we are not human!"

Murong Changge let out a loud voice so that everyone in Longcheng could hear it clearly. Yi Ze moved his mouth but still did not stop him.

The earth-shattering words caused a thousand waves, and even drowned out the screams of the scattered snake people being killed.

"Yes, I am not a human, and neither are you," he looked at everyone in Dragon City, "My sword intent is based on purity. I kill others, and I kill myself. I cut away the impurities, leaving only a bit of pure intent."

"But I discovered that the most impure thing is actually myself. There is a trace of impurity hidden in my body. It is something I have had since I was born." He pointed his finger, "Not only that, I searched all over the world and found that everyone has it. The weird one, the immortal god, is also like this."

"The language of all living things in the world is like this. They are originally from the same source. Perhaps it can be called weirdness. This weirdness cannot be eliminated or cut off. Just one sword has made me fall from the Shenzang realm that was touching the immortal platform. It is innate, and if I want to cut off this trace of impurity, I will kill myself. Once the weirdness is gone, I will die!"

"Time waits for no one. This is all I can see. I want to know more, but it's too late. I came here to let you see what I have learned in my life. I am dying." Murong Changge said the shocking news in the calmest words.

"The closer I get to that weirdness, the crazier I get. The crazier I get, the more inhuman I become. My realm has dropped and my magic power has been greatly lost, but this has given the weirdness a chance to rebuild and return to the Shenzang realm in just half a month. During this half month, the weirdness has become even more vigorous."

He tore off his grey robe, causing a burst of exclamations. What was underneath was not a body of flesh, but a mixture of tentacles, metal, iron and blood.

Murong Changge ignored the reactions of his subordinates: "And this is the price, this is the result of the weird explosion. He even pulled me to the Immortal Stage. Even every time I swing my sword, my cultivation will increase greatly. Every time I attract my aura, I will advance further in my realm. It wants me to become an immortal and turn me into a non-human."

He looked at Yize and said, "Master Jianzheng, tell me, am I still a human being in this state?"

Yi Ze looked at Murong Changge, whose flesh and blood were deformed and could only maintain his human form as he swung his sword, and nodded seriously: "Of course he is a human being. He has retained his human heart. Even if he is contaminated by his weird nature, he is still a human being."

Murong Changge suddenly smiled, and let the sword strangle Yuanzu Tianjun: "It's good that he is a human. People will die eventually. Since I am also a human, I will die too. There is nothing to regret. My only regret is that what I have realized has not been passed on. However, the road is always paved by people."

Yi Ze looked at Murong Changge and finally understood where his deathly aura came from. He had killed his weirdness, his realm, and himself. He was already dead, and now it was just his last breath.

"I underestimated the immortals and the weirdness. I entered the Immortal Stage three days ago, and it will not be long before I become an immortal. My sword intent is extremely pure, and I can cut off countless complicated thoughts brought by the weirdness. But my sword tells me that when I become an immortal, those I cut off will definitely return. I will go crazy, I will be foolish, and I will turn into the most filthy monster."

Murong Changge sighed: "That goes against my sword and my heart. Rather than becoming a monster like that, I would rather die as a human. Now, I have cut off my own body. You should take a good look at me, Murong Changge's sword, and also take a look at what a real person looks like!"

Before he finished speaking, Murong Changge raised his sword and waved his hand lightly, cutting off all the strange phenomena in his body, removing blood, bones, flesh and skin, and also cutting off the last trace of weirdness in his body.

In a blink of an eye, he lost most of his flesh, blood, and bones, but at the same time, a majestic sword energy filled the void, and one white and crystal-clear bone after another was born. Then countless sword intent filled his body. The flesh and blood born from the pure sword intent was incomparably pure, without any weirdness mixed in, and no evil spirits entering the body. There was only flesh and blood, which was what a person should look like after the weirdness was eliminated.

Qi casts the sword bone, and intention forms the sword body, supporting Murong Changge to swing the last sword.

One sword was like ten thousand swords, and invisible and colorless sword energy swarmed out from the old sword.

In an instant, a strong wind blew up, and everything turned into powder wherever the sword energy passed. Endless sword energy surged, more agile and smoother, as if each sword energy had its own will, rolling towards Yuanzu Tianjun according to Murong Changge's will.

The sword energy cuts the body, the sword intent cuts the soul, the crystal-clear jade sword light swept through the snake body of the Heavenly Monarch in just an instant, and the blood and flesh did not splatter, but were chopped into powder.

Yuanzu Tianjun kept rolling but was unable to break free. He wanted to fly away, but the sword intent followed him like a shadow. He could only choose to resist. Countless black snakes poured in, and the disappeared flesh and blood began to recover rapidly, but the majestic miasma could not get close to Murong Changge at all.

Murong Changge took a few quick breaths, his vitality quickly disappeared, but his sword intent rose higher and higher, and he pointed his sword.

Hundreds of rivers flow into the sea, and thousands of sword energies converge like fish, uniting yet different. The sword energies begin to rotate, the tips of the sword energies converge at one point, and the tails begin to rotate. Like the tip of a spear, it pierces the surface with a point.

The sword energy swept past Yuanzu Tianjun, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the snake's head. Yuanzu Tianjun gathered the black mist and turned it into a shield, but was killed one by one by the more flexible sword energy.

Murong Changge seemed to have broken through the barriers of knowledge and understanding, swept away the dust on his soul, and his mind became clear and lucid. Although his vitality was constantly slipping away, he felt great joy in his heart.

"Hahaha, a lifetime of searching has rewarded me with a pure sword intent. Everyone, just look at Changge's sword move, the sword style, and climbing the tower!" As he said this, he put his hands together and pointed the sword.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

"how!"

"what's the situation!"

Wangluo Si Xingdou and warriors from all over the place held their shaking swords, and their protective weapons were now ringing continuously.

Murong Changge raised his finger to the sky,

The swords in the city began to tremble.

The sound of swords clinking and the rustling of swords in the wind.

Ssssssss

All the swords in the city were unsheathed.

What gathered here were not the swords from that city, but swords that were born from the mountains, from the water, from the heaven and earth, and from people's hearts, coming in a mighty force.

This sword, which was born from the heaven and earth and came from the thoughts of human hearts, can cut the flesh, can cut the soul, can cut the immortal, and can also,

Kill the Immortal God!
Murong Changge, who had practiced sword for a lifetime, listened to the familiar voice. The breath that supported his exhausted body finally dissipated. He turned into powder amid the sounds of countless swords, with only a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Those tens of millions of swords merged into one sword, without head or tail, endlessly, flourishing as soon as it was born, sharp and endless, piercing through the head of Yuanzu Tianjun to the tail of the snake, and turning into a stream of light all over the sky.

The snake body that was constantly rolling seemed to be wiped out from the root, and its huge body burst out with endless sword energy and disappeared into thin air.

Yi Ze looked at this scene, his lips moved, and he uttered two words:
"What a sword!"

He looked at the people in the city and said, “Today, after watching the sword on the tower slay the immortal god, I finally understood what a sword is, what a strong spirit is, what a human being is, and what a swordsman is.

"Thank you, Master Denglou Sword, for lending me your sword. Have a safe journey. I only hope that the Qi of the heavens will be abundant, my Taoism will flourish, I will be worthy of my human body, and I will be able to walk on the great path."

A group of people came to see them off with gifts.

"Thank you, Senior Murong Changge, for lending me your sword!"

"The Qi of the heavens is surging, and my Tao is flourishing!"

Murong Changge died in a sword fight under the watchful eyes of the crowd, climbing up the tower and killing the immortal god with one sword.

(End of this chapter)