The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 120 Qinghe Sect

Yun Weiyang's gaze passed over the demonic faction and landed on the other side.

The righteous faction occupied the other side of Shanghuang Peak, outnumbering the demonic faction by several times. Yun Weiyang alone sensed as many as ten Grand True Persons, not including those who concealed their auras and did not reveal their cultivation. Their Daoist robes fluttered, and they wore feathered robes and star-studded crowns. Standing there, their auras intertwined into a vast ocean, completely engulfing the pressure from the demonic faction.

There is indeed a huge gap in strength between the righteous path and the demonic path, with the righteous path being far stronger than the demonic path.

"Now that everyone's here, let's not waste any more time and get started."

Yang Yubai, the current head of Tiandao Mountain, stroked his long beard and looked at the seven heads of the Seven Heavens Sacred Gate opposite him. His gaze was calm and indifferent. With a wave of his hand, the Star River Stone Gate on the top of Shanghuang Peak suddenly shone brightly. The chaotic light curtain in the gate surged to both sides, slowly revealing a deep passage.

With a flick of his sleeve, Yang Yubai sent twenty-one righteous disciples behind him into a long rainbow, which then filed in and disappeared into the stone gate.

On the demonic path, Wei Zhaotu, the leader of the Primordial Mountain Sect, exchanged glances with the other six leaders and nodded to each other.

Turning around, Wei Zhaotu looked at the twenty-one true disciples of the demonic path behind him and said in a deep voice, "Go."

Yun Weiyang followed the crowd, her steps unhurried, and entered the stone gate. Suddenly, everything before her eyes shattered, the world spun, and light and shadow intertwined. It was as if Yun Weiyang was grabbed by an invisible hand and thrown into a tunnel.

A dazzling night sky unfolds before your eyes.

Yun Weiyang opened her eyes and found herself standing in the sky of a vast world. The night sky was as white as silk, spread across the heavens, dotted with stars that were even more dense and brighter than those in the Nine Provinces of Tianyuan.

Under the night sky, mountains and rivers meander like dragons and snakes, and the vast land is quiet, with only a few stars scattered across the distant land, bright and dazzling.

In the void, pure spiritual energy flowed. Although the concentration of spiritual energy in this cave world was not as high as that of Tianyuan Jiuzhou, it was not far off. The upper limit of the power of this cave world must be far greater than that of the Canghuang Realm that Yun Weiyang had entered before.

Yun Weiyang descended and landed in a dense forest. All around was silent except for the rustling of the night wind through the leaves and the chirping of insects in the distance.

A token slid out from Yun Weiyang's sleeve. The token was pitch black, with the Nine Nether Sect's symbol, a nine-story black tower, engraved on the front. This was the token given to him by Zhao Qingyun. It could be used to contact Xu Li and Chu Jiangwei, and also to sense the approximate location of other demonic disciples.

The strength of the demonic disciples is somewhat weaker than that of the righteous path. If they want to win, they can only band together and defeat the righteous path one by one. This is Zhao Qingyun's original statement, and it is also the consensus of the leaders of the Seven Heavens Holy Sect.

Yun Weiyang looked at the token in her hand, smiled, and tossed it to the ground.

Yun Weiyang had no intention of joining forces with anyone. His purpose in coming to this grotto was never to compete for any token.

The demonic energy around him surged like boiling water, and billowing demonic energy poured out from Yun Weiyang's body, condensing into two figures that emerged from the demonic energy.

The first person, dressed in black, with her long hair tied up with a jade hairpin and a long sword hanging at her waist, had a cold and expressionless face, with only a sharp, knife-like sword intent between her brows. It was Li Qinghe.

The second person, dressed in black robes with fair skin, had five long wisps of beard hanging down his chest. He had a refined appearance, kind eyes, and stood with his hands behind his back. A faint smile played on his lips. This was none other than the Tai Ming Heavenly Demon.

The two stood before Yun Weiyang, one like a frozen sword, the other like an abyss.

Yun Weiyang looked at the two people in front of her, smiled, and waved her hand gently. The two figures disappeared instantly, turning into two streaks of light and disappearing into the night in the distance.

It is not fake, but one of the four great supernatural powers in the "Demon Seal Record".

"I am not myself" means changing oneself; "you are not yourself" means changing the other person; and "false is not false" means turning the false into the real.

Whether it's Li Qinghe or Tai Ming Tianmo, they are merely manifestations of demonic energy, demonic forms condensed based on Yun Weiyang's memories. Their flesh, bones, meridians, souls, and even their cultivation and supernatural powers were all simulated by Yun Weiyang using the power of trillions of Heavenly Demon Pills.

But the power of falsehood allows these illusory existences to temporarily possess everything that is real.

Li Qinghe possessed the cultivation level of the initial Golden Core Realm. Yun Weiyang had fought with Li Qinghe several times and was very familiar with her sword intent, movement techniques, and fighting habits. Naturally, the demonic form he simulated was also lifelike.

Tai Ming Tianmo's strength had reached the peak of the Golden Core realm. Yun Weiyang had obtained some of Tai Ming Tianmo's memories and had a deep understanding of this demon's power. Moreover, Tai Ming Tianmo's strength was too great. Even if Yun Weiyang could only manifest one ten-thousandth of its power, it would be enough to make her invincible in the Golden Core realm.

Yun Weiyang stood up and landed in the forest. He walked forward slowly. In his sea of ​​consciousness, trillions of Heavenly Demon Pills slowly rotated. With each rotation, countless demonic energies surged out, nourishing his meridians and body. The Great Fate Sword trembled gently in the depths of his soul. The eerie light on the sword body flickered like breathing, radiating a cold sharpness.

As the sun rises, the world is bathed in light.

Qinghe Gate.

A small sect nestled in a valley, nestled against the mountain and beside the water, covering an area of ​​no more than a hundred acres, with its halls and pavilions arranged in a well-organized manner. The stone tablet in front of the mountain gate is inscribed with the two characters "Qinghe," but the characters are already somewhat blurred, indicating that it has been around for quite some time.

The Qinghe Sect has few disciples, only a little over a hundred, and the highest cultivation level is only at the Refining Spirit Realm. In this cave world, a small sect like the Qinghe Sect is like a drop in the ocean, inconspicuous.

A blood-red rainbow streaked across the sky and landed in front of the Qinghe Sect's mountain gate.

As the bloodstains dissipated, Li Qinghe stood with his sword in hand, glanced at the crumbling protective array above the mountain gate, and expressionlessly raised the Divine Feather Sword.

Clang!

The sword light slashed down, and the blood-red sword beam, like a long, blood-red river stretching across the sky, crashed down on the great formation.

The array's light barrier trembled violently, lasting less than a breath before shattering like glass, turning into countless tiny specks of light that scattered in all directions.

Li Qinghe's figure flashed like a blood-red lightning bolt, darting into the Qinghe Sect.

The sword light stirred up a bloody storm, the sword light like a waterfall, a great hall was split in two by the sword light, the roof tiles flew everywhere, the tables, chairs and incense burners in the hall were torn to pieces by the sword energy, dozens of cultivators rushed out from all directions, their faces full of anger, riding flying swords, activating spells, holding magic weapons, and rushing towards Li Qinghe from all directions.

Li Qinghe's expression remained unchanged, and the sword flashed again.

With a single sword strike, the crimson sword light transformed into an arc, cleaving the thirteen charging cultivators in two at the waist. Blood splattered, and their internal organs spilled onto the ground. The thirteen cultivators let out piercing screams before falling silent.

With another sweeping sword strike, the sword light, like a blood-red ribbon, severed the heads of the fifteen cultivators on the left. The headless corpses stood still for a moment before collapsing with a thud.