My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

90  Chapter 90: Dusk Drums Reverberate, Suppressing the Evil Shadows

Fa Xi Temple, a faint green light weak.

The seemingly calm temple buildings were, in fact, teeming with undercurrents, and killing intent lurked everywhere.

Atop the pagoda to the southwest of the Vilu Hall, the night wind was slightly cold, and two people stood suspended in the air.

"There really are people!"

Li Yue looked at the distant sword light that emerged and spoke faintly.

"The sword light's momentum is like an abyss, the blade's light carries cold, it must be the work of a great swordsman, possibly the notorious Ghost Swordsman recently making waves in Jiangnan Dao."

The old woman slowly said.

The Ghost Swordsman was what the people of Jianghu called that unrivaled swordsman.

Moving without a shadow, killing without form, his whereabouts and words unknown, he was like a ghost.

"And the person battling him has even greater Inner Strength, truly frightening."

In ordinary times in Jiangnan Dao, First Grade Experts were rare sights, most of them lay dormant, secretly cultivating, but in these past months, Jiangnan Dao was experiencing rapid changes, tumultuous waves, and several First Grade Experts had emerged.

Xue Chen, Guo Yuchun, the extremely mysterious unparalleled swordsman, Sect Master Li Fuzhou of the Demon Sect's Human Sect, Liu Qingshan, Tian Liu, and several other First Grade Experts gathered, and now there was another expert whose Cultivation was even above that of the unparalleled swordsman, how could one not be moved?

"Earth Flower... Five Poison Sect."

The old woman, sensing the fluctuations of Qi Force, said, "This person should be Zhang Zhixing from the Five Poison Sect, according to the information from within the tower, he indeed descended the mountain."

"Let them fight, we will head straight to the Vilu Hall."

A cold light flashed in Li Yue's eyes.

In her view, with many experts engaged in fierce battle, the Vilu Hall was unguarded, presenting the best opportunity to seize that strand of nature's spiritual energy.

The old woman nodded slightly, "Be careful of that monk Fa Zhi, he is at the peak of the Earth Flower Realm, and the Buddha Arhat Body from the Western Regions has been cultivated to the Eighth Layer, with protective Buddha light that is impregnable, not to be underestimated."

......

In front of the Vilu Hall.

An Jing was exchanging moves with Tian Cansou, their figures intertwining, dizzyingly fast.

Dai Ling's eyebrows, however, were deeply furrowed. Although Tian Cansou held the advantage, the swordsman's swordsmanship was sharp, and he was not at a complete disadvantage. To thoroughly defeat him, Tian Cansou would surely have to expend a great deal of Inner Strength. Not to mention whether other experts would take action, dealing with the monk Fa Zhi would be extremely difficult.

"This swordsman's swordsmanship is formidable, and his movement technique is also exceedingly troublesome; I need to finish the battle quickly."

Tian Cansou thought to himself, no longer holding back.

With a stamp of his foot, another leg chopped down fiercely as if countless leg shadows were attacking.

Thousand Legs Ascending to Heaven!

An Jing narrowed his eyes, also aware of the sophistication of Tian Cansou's move, not daring to be distracted, his longsword traced an arc.

Countless sword shadows flew about, like a tempestuous downpour.

Nine-character Sword Technique! Bing Character Secret!

In midair, nothing else could be seen except for the sky filled with swords and leg shadows.

It was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake within these shadows. If either of the two were struck by one hit, they would sustain serious injury, possibly even be slain by the opponent.

An Jing's heart also rose to his throat, then suddenly his eyes brightened, and he thrust his longsword towards one of the leg shadows.

"Nicely done!"

Tian Cansou's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, not retreating but advancing instead, and his leg swept fiercely toward the opponent.

"Boom!"

Their Qi Forces collided, immediately erupting with a sound like a mountain roar and a tsunami, and the violent wave of Qi was relentless like an ongoing tide.

An Jing felt numbness in his arm and nearly dropped his longsword.

"Hiss!"

Hidden Sword Skill!

The Unity Sword Technique had only three moves, but each of these moves was the quintessence of the sword technique, among which the Sword Control Technique was the most exquisite, almost the art at the peak of swordsmanship skills. In contrast, the Sword Drawing Skill required a swordsman's essence, Qi, and spirit to converge, necessitating a long time to nurture and harmonize. The Hidden Sword Skill, however, was the ace in the hole hidden within the swordsmanship.

Just three moves encapsulated nearly ninety percent of the essence of swordsmanship.

Tian Cansou felt a chill in his heart and his scalp tingled, a sense of extreme danger welling up within him as he hastily retreated backwards.

"Puchi!"

In the darkness of the night, that faint glint of cold light arrived with the wind, directly slashing across Tian Cansou's chest, with blood instantly soaking through his clothes.

Tian Cansou's brows were tightly knitted, with a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. If he hadn't instinctively retreated, he might have had his heart pierced by that sword light by now.

All was quiet between heaven and earth, except for the sound of their breathing.

"What an impressive swordsman! What impressive swordsmanship!"

Fa Zhi couldn't help but take another look at An Jing.

"Huff...!"

An Jing gasped for air, his right arm holding the sword trembling slightly.

Truly, a master of the Earth Flower Realm had been able to dodge his Hidden Sword Skill. It seems his sword wasn't fast enough; had it been, Tian Cansou might have already become a ghost beneath his blade.

"Great Elder, there are other experts around, my Three-tailed Scorpion has been killed..."

Just then, the voice of Dai Ling reached the ears of Zhang Zhixing.

Zhang Zhixing's brows tensed. At that moment, the entire Vilu Hall shook violently, as if a severe earthquake had occurred.

An Jing also felt his body shaking. After stabilizing himself, he immediately turned his eyes towards Vilu Hall.

"What's going on!?"

"Something terrible has happened; it seems there's been a disturbance at Vilu Hall."

........

Meanwhile, the monks in the dormitory began to walk out.

A surge of black Qi mechanism soared up to the sky, as if trying to break free from Vilu Hall, the prison that contained it.

"Such dense, sinister evil energy!?"

An Jing's brow abruptly furrowed. The black and evil energy was extremely dense. He watched as the light golden glow on the broken Buddha statues inside Vilu Hall began to fade bit by bit, as if devoured by the evil energy.

For the average person, this evil energy was a disaster.

Even as an expert from a prominent family, Cao Ling'er was powerless against the invasion of this evil energy, and a regular person could fall seriously ill with just a brief contact.

"Could it be that beneath the seal lies a mass of evil energy?"

An Jing's heart shook as he muttered to himself, "If that's the case, then this seal indeed cannot be broken..."

"Boom!"

Just as the evil energy was about to break through its barriers, a tremendous drumming sound erupted.

The sound of the drum seemed to transform into tangible soundwaves, spreading outwards in all directions.

Fa Zhi, holding a drum mallet in his hands, faced a massive drum. As he brought the mallet down forcefully, the evil energy trembled with each strike, retracting slightly downwards.

However, every time the evil energy was pushed down, it immediately surged back up with even greater ferocity, becoming more fierce, more dreadful, and more unstoppable.

An Jing knew Fa Zhi was using the evening drum to combat the surging evil energy. Although the evening drum was a Buddhist treasure, its effect against the evil energy did not seem to be significant.

"The seal is about to break!" Zhang Zhixing said coldly, "The monk is merely engaging in a futile exercise." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Dai Ling didn't speak; instead, she watched as the black Qi mechanism continued to roil upwards.