After Zhou Qing's repeated denials, the yellow-robed old Daoist seemed to have forgotten his original intention. He carefully examined Zhou Qing and the other three again, but still couldn't sense any aura of a demonic cultivator among them. With a wave of his hand, he said: "This humble Daoist must be getting old, I am Dusty Void Daoist from Mount Ailao, how should I address you?"

  It's laughable to say that a high-ranking cultivator in the Houtian stage would be blinded by this, it's like an ant stepping on an elephant. If it were someone else, Dusty Old Dao would have struck first and asked questions later, but Zhou Qing's expression was unfathomable, making it impossible to gauge his cultivation level. So, he decided to probe further before speaking. He wondered in his heart: When did the cultivation world produce such a formidable young man? How come I've never seen him before? Among the top disciples of the major sects, only Yiyunzi from Kunlun had reached the Houtian stage, but even he wasn't this powerful!

  Dust empty old way absolutely did not think, Zhou Qing unexpectedly condensed into several hundred years the Taoist temple has never appeared second yuan Shen.

  "Oh! Dusty Void Dao has been polite for a long time! I am Zhou Qing, the sect master of Tian Dao. These are my three disciples! Come, you haven't met Dusty Void Dao yet!" Zhou Qing said repeatedly. Just as things were about to turn from hostility to friendship, suddenly, with a soft "wuuu" sound, that girl slowly woke up.

  Zhou Qing's intestines were all regretful, if only he had known to kill that scourge a little earlier. What was the point of making such a big fuss? The girl woke up, and having just killed three Maoshan disciples, it was certain that the news would spread among the Dragon Group members. By then, the world would be too small, and there would be no place to hide.

  At that moment, the girl let out a soft cry, and Zhou Qing's face suddenly changed. A faint blood light burst forth from his hand, filling the space between heaven and earth in an instant. All colors lost their hue, leaving only a thick, crimson red.

  It was Zhou Qing who wielded the Blood God Sword with all his might, slashing it at Dusty Old Dao and that girl.

  Kill to silence, Zhou Qing had already made up his mind to take action, and there was no longer any reserve. Dusty Old Dao's level of expertise was not far from the world's five great masters, and if he wanted to escape intentionally, nobody in the world could stop him. Letting him get away would be a regret that couldn't be undone.

  With one sword in hand, even ghosts and gods cannot stay.

  Under the Blood God's Blade, all life is on the path of destruction.

  In that year, the gods were sealed in one battle. The Xuanmen rose with all their elite, and 108 vassals attacked the Yinshang Dynasty's capital. The demonic path master Yu Hua guarded the Si River Pass, and under his Blood God Sword, even the divine and demonic powers were shaken. Even Erlang Shen Yang Jian, known as the number one war god of Xuanmen, was wounded by the sword. It was truly a case of one man holding the pass, and ten thousand men unable to open it.

  Zhou Qing's current abilities are not even one-tenth of those of the former Demon Dao Sect Master Yu Hua, but the gap between this Dustless Old Dao and Erlang True Lord Yang Jia is likely to be much greater.

  Although the old Daoist Dusty Void was secretly paying attention to Zhou Qing's movements and had a magic treasure tightly in his hand, when the girl let out a moan, his attention was slightly diverted. He didn't expect that Zhou Qing, who had been smiling all along, would suddenly launch an attack.

  A vast and majestic demonic aura surged towards him, filling the sky and earth. Before his eyes, a thick layer of blood-red mist appeared, causing Dusty Old Dao to be shocked and pale. The density of this demonic aura and its grandeur were beyond even Wen Lanxin, the number one master of the demonic path who was known as the "Devil among Devils" in his heyday.

  Thirty years ago, the Taoist and Demon sects clashed again. The Kunlun, Tianshi, Maoshan, Wudang, and Shushan schools of Taoism agreed to meet the Demon sect at the top of Zhūmùlǎngmǎ Peak. Due to the decline of the Demon sect, many skilled fighters had been defeated, and their numbers were far inferior to those of the Taoist schools. At that time, the Demon sect's number one fighter, Wēn Lánxīn, who was known as the "Demon among Demons", proposed a suggestion: she would take on all the challenges from the Taoist schools alone.

  Shu Mountain's elder, Ling Xudaoist, and Jiaoshan's Kaiyang Daoist, were defeated one after another by Wen Lanxin. In the end, Kunlun's Qianji Old Daoist took action, striking down Wen Lanxin, who had previously defeated three major Daoist sects' masters, exhausting her energy. Although she was a woman, she was a true hero. Many people in the Daoist community at that time admired her greatly. If not for the conflict between good and evil, many Daoist masters would not have dared to be her enemy.

  This battle was really not very glorious. After returning to the mountain, all the high-ranking masters of various sects who participated in the Dao Demon War did not mention this matter again. As time passed, people gradually forgot about it, but Dusty Old Taoist was one of the participants in that war. At that time, Dusty Old Taoist had just entered the Hua Shen period and was considered a high-ranking master, being caught to make up for the numbers. He witnessed the shocking battle with his own eyes.

  The majestic demonic aura, the shocking demonic work, the Dusty Old Dao still remembers it vividly until now.

  Worthy of being a Transcendent, Dusty Old Dao's instincts sensed danger but didn't panic. His mind became crystal clear and round, without any gaps. The treasure in his hand shot out quickly, it was an egg-sized pearl surrounded by clear light. The dense clear light transformed into a screen that protected his chest. The ultimate technique of the Ailao Mountain lineage, the Mystic Heaven Nine Transformations, was used with full force. Nine dragon-shaped golden lights charged towards Zhou Qing's direction, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws.

  Clang! A flying sword as clear as autumn water filling a stream, crystal clear and transparent, without any impurities, burst out from the top of her head, and the countless sword lights also protected the girl. Dusty Old Daoist knew that Zhou Qing had developed a murderous heart, looking at this overwhelming demonic energy, it was absolutely not something that the girl could withstand. Afraid that the screen created by the pearl would not be able to withstand it, he added his own true self-cultivated flying sword.

  From the blood light bursting out of Taotian, to Dusty Old Dao's release of the treasure, counterattack, and flying sword, it was only an instant. Liao Xiaojin, Zhou Chen, and Xiao Hu Li were all caught off guard, their eyes blinded by the crimson glow. The surrounding trees withered away instantly under the blood light, and as a gentle breeze blew by, they turned into white powder. Even the land beneath was scorched black, devoid of any signs of life.

  As soon as the Dou Tian Shen Sha array was activated, all things withered and died. The vital energy within a radius of tens of feet was sucked away. If Zhou Qing hadn't been able to control it freely, even the three people behind him would have been reduced to dust.

  "This isn't even its full power!" Zhou Qing found the might of the Blood God Sword to be unimaginable. Currently, Zhou Qing's abilities were still shallow, and the sword's might had probably not been unleashed even a tenth of its true potential. Looking at this scene, it was truly a case of "a god can only be killed by another god, a Buddha can only be killed by another Buddha". Zhou Qing finally understood just how great the power of those ancient artifacts was.

  With one blow, the land within a thousand miles was reduced to dust and powder. Zhou Qing had thought it was an exaggeration, but now he finally understood that it wasn't just not exaggerated, but rather understated by a bit.

  The thick Blood Cloud was a greedy and hungry ghost, the nine golden dragon-shaped lights of Dusty Old Dao sank into the Blood Cloud, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace. The Blood Cloud then pounced on the screen transformed by Zhu Zi, and in an instant, it sucked up the clear light that was at least a foot thick, leaving nothing behind. The endless Blood Cloud enveloped Dusty Old Dao and the girl surrounded by the sword light from all sides.