The mountain wind, biting cold.

Upon the stone steps, the Taiping Ghost Messenger, clad in black, stood like a statue, more rigid than the divine effigies in the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods.

“The glorious mission has been issued, why do you not pursue and kill him?” Snake Gu Yu’s voice suddenly rang out, colder than the mountain wind.

Jiang Wang had leaped from the mirror, a mirror hidden within Pig Da Li’s embrace, brought by Pig Da Li into the old Chai family manor… This information would not be overlooked.

Logically, Pig Da Li was the one who should be proving himself, yet he remained quietly here.

“Ah?” The Taiping Ghost Messenger was startled, as if just reacting to the question. He said forlornly, “Yellow River Leader, first inner mansion realm, Marquis Wu’an… too many people. I don’t know who I should kill.”

Thousands of words, tens of thousands of phrases, yet it boiled down to a single sentence: “I don’t know.” Don’t know, and that was the way.

Before encountering the Taiping Dao Master, how could he, Pig Da Li, have ever known what ‘the way’ was?

Nothing more than living muddle-headed, taking each day as it came.

Perhaps that one named Jiang Wang was different, perhaps not.

The Taiping God Wind Seal had also vanished, as if it had existed, and as if it had never been.

But the body of knife techniques learned from the Record of the Taiping Treasure Blade was still there.

The wondrous feeling of combat when the Dao Master’s thought clone descended, still lingered in his memory.

The feeling of breaking through the evil cult for the first time, of killing the evil god for the sake of righteousness… he still remembered.

He already possessed the foundation of Taiping in his heart, what were petty matters of power and profit but worldly concerns?

What did he seek in this life?

Nothing more than…

“To behold the bright moon in the long night, to seek Taiping for the common people.”

He believed the Taiping Dao certainly existed, merely in some corner of this world, and the ideal of worldly Taiping would surely be realized.

“Yes,” Snake Gu Yu seemed to resonate with the Taiping Ghost Messenger’s reply. She only said, “This world has too many people, too many gods, and too many demons.”

“With my strength, going would be of no help,” Pig Da Li said, “Then what about you? Why don’t you pursue and kill him?”

Snake Gu Yu’s voice fell upon the stone steps, “To the demon race, we are all unforgivably sinful. What difference is there between me and him?”

She no longer concealed, saying, “Of course, he is very dangerous, and that is also one of the reasons.”

Thus, both fell silent again.

The silence continued in the mountain wind, broken by the surging waves of the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods.

That golden platform forged by divine power shone brightly. Within its radiance, two terrifying virtual shadows condensed, and a strong wind suddenly arose.

A true demon was about to descend!

“I want to live,” Snake Gu Yu suddenly said. “I want to live, so I killed them all.”

“I don’t know why I want to live, but I want to live.”

Saying this, she grasped her twin blades and rose, red patterns flowing across her body, flickering in and out of existence as she leaped beyond the divine mountain.

Pig Da Li thought for a moment before realizing that Snake Gu Yu was answering his earlier question about why she had slaughtered her kin.

To live.

Not participating in the pursuit and killing of Jiang Wang was also to live.

Now that a true demon was descending, and she was immediately deciding to flee, was also to live. She had no background to rely on, and her fierce reputation preceded her; if any true demon were to conveniently eliminate this ‘evil,’ no one would utter a word.

To live, truly a simple reason.

As for why wanting to live led to self-slaughter of kin, the logic within this, the specific reasons… seemed unimportant.

Snake Gu Yu had merely given the Taiping Ghost Messenger an answer.

She had never planned to convince anyone.

She wanted to live!

To live was life’s greatest instinct.

Jiang Wang knew he could not force a confrontation with the enemy, could not be surrounded. Hence, after the plan to ignite the Heaven Demon altar failed, his first choice was to leave the divine mountain. As long as the chase and escape unfolded, the pursuers’ speeds would vary, and openings would naturally appear.

Of course, whether he could seize them was another matter… Rat Jialan’s punch before death was truly too heavy!

He knew the seal of Know Hear Bell could not be undone, and with it, a series of corresponding combat plans were all rendered void.

His body, not yet recovered, was once again in a severely injured state. He used Rat Jialan’s physical body to restrain Spider Lan Ruo, leaped high into the air to draw out Deer Seven Lang’s sword, then turned and fell, escaping down the mountain.

Going up or down the mountain was not important; it was merely adapting to the circumstances. As long as he was far from the Seal God Platform, there were still infinite possibilities.

But whether it was Deer Seven Lang or Spider Lan Ruo, they were both chosen heavenly talents, possessing strong will and not lacking in combat wisdom. It was impossible for him to always lead them by the nose.

If Jiang Wang still held the advantage of knowing himself and the enemy the moment he leaped out of the Red Makeup Mirror, then after consecutively killing Rat Jialan and Sheep Yu, his methods were now exposed!

At this moment, Spider Lan Ruo stood on the Unaging Spring, a drop of blood leaping onto a broken string, which lay horizontally before her.

She possessed a pair of eyes that could capture cause and effect. In her view, Jiang Wang was strong, but not yet to the extent of sweeping aside Heaven List demon kings.

Sheep Yu and Rat Jialan had died in successive battles.

Although it was partly due to Jiang Wang, and partly due to the Know Hear Bell and their combat choices, it was more due to history’s inertia!

They had already died more than twice, and both times they were brought back by tampering with the flow of time.

The cause of death was already there, the fruit of perishing already knotted.

If not for the great Bodhisattva behind them continuously intervening, in this God Snow world, they would sooner or later be swallowed by the backlash of reversing life and death. And unfortunately, in the God Xiao world at this time, there was no evil from beyond the heavens.

The human race heavenly talent had come up the mountain, and she welcomed him at the mountainside.

The deathly silent Unaging Spring could not nourish her, but it could bring her power.

The blood bead on the broken string was smooth and could mirror, actually shrinking slightly to reflect the figure of the blue-robed monk.

Thus, the knife light, sword light, gun light, and flying arrows that rose with the sound of the zither all accurately struck around Jiang Wang’s body, making his movements, no matter how ethereal and difficult to measure, impossible to escape being hit.

At this moment, before him was Spider Lan Ruo and the Unaging Spring. Behind him was Deer Seven Lang and Ling Xi Hua.

The attacks transformed from the zither sound were unavoidable. He stepped on dozens of green clouds, his movement technique reaching its limit in an instant, yet he was still surrounded by the sound-kill technique.

It seemed to be destiny shaped by cause and effect!

Such an attack was undoubtedly despairing.

But Jiang Wang’s eternally luminous red-gold pupils merely gazed at Spider Lan Ruo’s flowing, vibrant eyes.

Spider Lan Ruo couldn’t truly manifest destiny; otherwise, she would have simply destined the broken string to sever her own neck, why bother with this attack?

According to previous observation, her divine ability could transfer cause and effect, and also change a wrong outcome, regaining a beautiful beginning.

If he led her down a wrong path.

She could still turn back and make a different choice.

A truly troublesome enemy.

Jiang Wang’s ears at this moment emitted a clear light, showing a jade color.

Entering the state of hearing the immortal sounds, he once again opened his observing ear!

At this moment, all the knife light, sword light, gun light, and flying arrows, within the world of what he could hear, had clear trajectories.

Spider Lan Ruo’s appearance was absolutely beautiful, her figure impeccable.

But Jiang Wang only gazed at her eyes, observing only the vital points.

“Block me… die!”

This voice thundered, rolling out, sweeping away the knife light, sword light, gun light, and flying arrows… clearing them all!

Descending the outer path, the Diamond Thunder Sound!

But the situation was not yet safe.

In the process of diving to kill Spider Lan Ruo, Jiang Wang suddenly turned back in mid-air, borrowing the force of this spin, and horizontally slashed with his sword.

Thousands upon thousands of sword threads already crossed the sky, enduring the call of the world to become frost and snow!

Infinite, endless sword qi threads, like the moon in the human world, cast light back upon the heavens.

Because just at this moment, that heavy rain fell! Deer Seven Lang’s sword, like it flew from beyond the heavens, coincidentally and uncoincidentally arrived at the moment Jiang Wang broke the zither sound with the thunder sound. If he wanted to forcefully kill Spider Lan Ruo, he would have to die before Deer Seven Lang’s sword edge first. So he could only fold his body.

Sword light was like pouring heavy rain, sword threads like bright moonlight and flying snow.

The two sides collided, twisting and killing in one place, heaven and earth turning white!

Even though thick clouds rolled in the sky, even though a golden cloud sea blocked the view.

The long sword already illuminated the divine mountain. And yet, it made no sound.

Because the sound of the sword was also incorporated into the sword momentum, also engaged in the collision!

Sword light and sword qi, like two well-trained iron-blooded armies, silently slaughtered together, deciding victory and defeat in every tiny detail.

“Now I see a divine approach, a supreme sword technique, how fast!” Deer Seven Lang’s voice was long and whistling, the depression of missing the opportunity to observe the divine infant swept away. He couldn’t help but exhaust his lifetime of learning, pulling the limit of his sword technique. He would shift the blame onto Ling Xi Hua, who was coming towards him. No matter what, no matter how complex his emotions, Father Ling’s Great Dao had already been achieved, the Ling race would eventually walk upon the world, and he still had to advance with the identity of the Ling race…

So he still needed to do something to prove himself, and the best was to take Jiang Wang’s head.

His speed in piercing the cloud sea, although not as fast as Deer Seven Lang’s, was also accompanied by determination. He only waited for Deer Seven Lang and Spider Lan Ruo to collide before striking with full force.

But even in this God Xiao world, which possessed infinite possibilities, he did not expect this one possibility.

It was actually Jiang Wang who first struck at him with full force!

And in a critical moment of bearing heavy injuries and escaping in a sorry state, he once again struck at him!

This kind of sword momentum was like a surging human tide.

Ling Xi Hua had just emerged from the cloud sea, and then saw a vast human sea, all coming towards him!

A pair of bone spears instinctively blocked in front, black spirit flames weaving into a giant curtain. Yet all the sword threads in the sky suddenly vanished.

Jiang Wang gathered his body in a leap, shrinking into a ball of sword energy, blocking endless sword light from his body. Then, pushed by the waves of sword light, he suddenly turned. His speed increased to the limit, drilling in an instant before the barely-killed cloud sea’s Ling Xi Hua!

Just like this, he abruptly crashed into Ling Xi Hua’s path, then stretched out his limbs, standing firm like a pillar supporting heaven and earth, chopping out a ‘human’ character sword.

If it were a different environment, if it were in some arena, Jiang Wang would of course not mind successively pushing the limits of sword technique with Deer Seven Lang, exploring the end of sword techniques in this realm.

But now his life hung by a thread, what was the point of talking about raising the level of sword technique?

Deer Seven Lang had such qualifications, he did not!

Ling Xi Hua asked himself if he had done anything wrong in the previous combat. He had also made the most appropriate reactions based on the changes in combat. Rat Jialan’s own reaction was not timely, allowing Jiang Wang to seize the opportunity; that was his own problem.

But it was hard to guarantee that some people with ulterior motives would not sweep a red fire line across that sword edge. That snow-bright long sword falling on the spirit flame curtain actually only made a sound of tearing cloth, without any obstruction, driving straight in!

Clearly, before, Jiang Wang’s steps on the Samadhi True Fire, stepping on the Thousand Tribulations Spirit Net, had not damaged the Thousand Tribulations Spirit Net at all.

Clearly, before, the spirit flame and Samadhi True Fire could still stalemate, yet now a pure spirit flame curtain was instantly burned through!

In that instant, Ling Xi Hua realized that in the previous life-and-death struggle, Jiang Wang had actually set down an extremely inductive trap. This terrible opponent, clearly already seeing through the spirit flame, could easily disintegrate the spirit flame like burning away Sheep Yu’s defense, yet still deliberately stalemated with him. Precisely for this moment.

He wanted to kill me, and not just gain a momentary upper hand or plunder a little advantage!

This thought brought a chilling fear of facing life and death to Ling Xi Hua. At this moment, half of his body’s bone spears all leaped up, leaving his body, their edges burning with flames. He threw the spears like a rapid rain, crazily striking out in all directions! That blue-clothed, frost-covered monk tore through the flame curtain, and Jiang Wang, with his sheathed long sword, was like a god of death! Within the flame rain of bone spears covering all directions without distinction, he still moved forward!

One bone spear pierced through his abdomen, a little residual flame flying out of his body.

The pain of the spirit flame simultaneously burning body and soul made Jiang Wang’s forehead uncontrollably bulge with blue veins.

But he had deliberately fallen into this position, chosen to be pierced in the abdomen by this bone spear, chosen to endure the burning pain of this spirit flame, precisely to gain more!

With the Long Xiang Si, around which a fire line flowed, he simply chopped horizontally with one sword, blocking Ling Xi Hua’s waist!

In this crucial moment, Ling Xi Hua also displayed top-level reaction ability. His body exploded open, bursting into a ball of black demon fog.

The horizontally chopping sword, the Burning Sword, instantly extinguished a large amount of demon fog, but a part still remained.

But Jiang Wang could no longer supplement with another sword. He sighed inwardly with pity, forcefully endured the severe pain, rapidly used Samadhi True Fire to burn the spirit flame in his abdomen. Without turning back, he flew rapidly upwards, drilling back into the golden cloud sea. This precisely avoided Deer Seven Lang’s heart-piercing sword!

The residual demon fog gathered into a deathly pale Ling Xi Hua. For a time, he couldn’t even float steadily in the air, only able to grit his teeth and slowly fly down the mountain path.

Deer Seven Lang closely followed, drilling into the cloud sea, his sword sound rolling: “Human race heavenly talent, dare you not fight with me in swordsmanship?”

Within the golden cloud sea, a thunderous voice, enduring pain, transmitted: “When you come to Linzi, I must burn incense and build a platform to fight swords with you. Fight for a hundred days!”

The thunderous voice was harsh to the ears, and Deer Seven Lang cut through it with his sword light. Divine power rolled and rolled, all diverting before him. Only a sigh responded to the human race heavenly talent: “I wish it were so! It’s a pity that by then, you will no longer be here!”

Jiang Wang at this moment did not drill out of the cloud sea, but submerged and swam within the golden sea of divine power, intending to use the surging divine power to block the pursuit and buy himself an opportunity to catch his breath.

But Deer Seven Lang could always accurately capture his position, and was clearly faster than him in submerging and swimming in the golden sea of divine power! After all, he was a demon king who coveted the divine infant, with more sufficient preparations for divine power.

Jiang Wang drilled out of the golden sea of divine power, and precisely saw the two true demon virtual shadows manifesting on that golden Seal God Platform!

A true dead end!

The light of the heavenly mansion was still brilliant in the golden cloud sea. Jiang Wang’s sword-holding hand was already ice cold. Rat Jialan’s fist, Ling Xi Hua’s bone spear, the wounds from entering the demon world that had not yet healed… He unleashed his divine ability, driving the last of his hot blood, surging towards his limbs and bones.

He suddenly turned back in the golden sea of divine power, leaping with one sword, thunder rumbling: “Now, let us decide life and death together!”

Separated by the vast golden cloud sea, Deer Seven Lang also saw the red-gold pupils of this human race heavenly talent, almost capturing the blood color overflowing within those pupils… Thus, he held his sword and met the attack.

Although it was said the opponent’s outcome was already sealed.

Although it was said that a true demon would descend on their side, he could leisurely watch.

But facing such a strong enemy, such an opponent…

He always wanted to give final respect. He always wanted to name his sword with this sword.

At this moment, the roaring sword intent boiled within his body, almost forcing out a vast space within the golden cloud sea.

At this moment, all the myriad divine images were silent, as if worshipping the sword, as if worshipping him.

Brocade clothes fluttered, Deer Seven Lang’s momentum rose higher and higher. He was filled with anticipation, almost recalling the joy of first holding a sword in childhood, just about to welcome the final peak duel, capturing supreme inspiration in life and death.

And the small bald head of Mount Sumeru before him suddenly pressed out a seal, a dark light flashing across his body, his aura restrained like a stubborn stone, and he actually fell!

Without turning back, he once again fell down the cloud sea. Descending the mountain again!

Several times back and forth, several struggles, several comings and goings in the bitter sea.

He actually still hadn’t given up. He actually still wanted to escape!

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