Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 135 - 134 Flute

Dark clouds pressed down, demon qi surged to the sky, demon light crisscrossed with flesh flying, mountains toppled, the earth trembling.

In this scene of apocalypse, the Taotie was transforming, its battle power growing exponentially!

Stronger and stronger! Harder and harder! More and more domineering! Limitless! Unending! Infinite evolution! Infinite enhancement!

Until all resources of qi and destiny are exhausted! Completing the final breakthrough!

Defeated.

The Nie brothers could only roar unwillingly, charging and shooting, fighting desperately with all their might, until the very last moment.

However, the difference between immortal and mortal was clear. Even if they pushed their Gang Fist to the extreme, even if they burst open their flesh, snapped every tendon, tore off their fingernails, the long spears and heavy arrows they threw at most only left a mark on the Taotie’s body, unable to even scratch the skin.

The Two Lius lay in a pool of blood, silent.

Zhen Baiyu knelt by the boiling pool of blood, ignoring her scalded hands, tightly holding Tie Dan, who was almost blasted to bones by the Plasma Demon Flame Cannon, shrouded in rising steam.

"Save him... please save him! I beg you!"

Then the ’shadow of Zhen Baiyu’ reflected in the pool of blood suddenly stopped crying, raised its head, coldly glanced at Zhen Baiyu, then turned to look at Tie Dan’s corpse,

"No need to care about him, he’ll be fine soon."

Zhen Baiyu pouted, a bubble of snot forming,

"He’s like braised ribs! How can he be fine in a moment!?"

The shadow snorted coldly,

"Fool! My Blood God Main Body is not so easily killed! This old thing is just playing around here!

I see he at least possesses the true inheritance of four Heavenly Books, perhaps he’s some Demon God born from the heavens, or the reincarnation of a Mystic Sect Golden Immortal. He’s probably backed by a whole host of Taoist Ancestors, tough as nails, not easy to kill at all! You’d better worry about yourself!"

Zhen Baiyu was dumbfounded,

"Old thing... worry about myself..."

The shadow turned its head, looking at the sky where the transforming, continuously growing, infinitely strengthening Demon God was,

"Taotie, one of the four ancient fiends, utmost evil, utmost strength, utmost greed, and utmost desire. Even if I personally take action, I’m not fully confident of subduing it. You have a deadly calamity here, if you can’t overcome it, you’ll bid eternal farewell to your Iron Brother.

I told you, don’t worry about him, he’s probably just having a scare but no danger, or turning peril into safety, his destiny is tough.

But you, once we practitioners fail to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, we cannot condense the Divine Soul. You know well the specifics of my Dao, probably once you die, your soul and heart will dissipate, becoming nothing more than silent formless fantasies, fragments in other people’s dreams.

At that time, you truly will never see your Iron Brother again for all eternity."

Zhen Baiyu bit her lip,

"Then, then what should I do now..."

The shadow turned its face to another side,

"Ask him if he’s willing to save you!"

Zhen Baiyu looked up blankly, suddenly seeing amid the battlefield chaos, somehow, there stood a tall, slender, long-haired man in a green robe.

He stood desolately by Liu Changqing’s corpse, simply sighing.

The shadow called to him,

"Hey! What are you hesitating about! Here’s where you can receive your Immortal Fate! If you don’t join hands now, not a single kid of yours will be saved! Soon they’ll all be beast dung!"

The long-haired man glanced at the self-killed Liu Changqing on the ground, then at the nearby Liu Chaoyan, gasping from backlash, struggling between breath and death, and sighed deeply,

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Ah, alas, even the high mountains and flowing waters struggle to find a good companion..."

"Enough with the literary nonsense! Hesitate any longer and that beast will transform! Come on!"

The shadow cursed, waving a hand,

Zhen Baiyu instinctively raised her hand, and with a flash of green light, that blood-stained flute fell into her grasp.

Then a gentle breeze swept by, blowing her hair, she looked up and saw a man with disheveled hair, gloomy expression, standing like a ghost before her, his figure rippling like a reflection in water, his face unclear.

Zhen Baiyu gazed at him, knowing this stylish man is likely the flute’s Artifact Spirit, about to speak when the shadow suddenly interrupted,

"Wait! This guy is a first-class Divinity Transformation! Probably no one in the Demon Sect is stronger! But borrowing his power costs dearly! Now you have him, just ask him to save you and your brother, nothing more!"

However, Zhen Baiyu resolutely said,

"Please, Lord Xiao, help me exterminate the demon."

The shadow sighed in lament.

"Ha, your soul part still retains some righteousness."

Then the man put his hands behind his back, gazed at the sky, raised a pinky, smoothing his braided front hair over his shoulder,

"Let’s start with ’Flying Partridge’ then."

The shadow cursed angrily amidst the blood,

"Fly your head away! Don’t listen to his nonsense! The key in sonic wave technique is not to go off tune and not to break breathing! Once it’s broken it’s lost! Play what you know! Didn’t your mother teach you ’Makeup Table’!"

"Alas..."

The man sighed, looking at his hands, picking his nails,

"Vulgar."

The shadow glared at him.

Zhen Baiyu was silent for a moment, looking at the blood-drenched Tie Dan, the cavalry roaring at the sky, the Demon God overhead, she began to play the flute.

The long-haired man paused, eyes lighting up, taking a deep breath,

"Ah~~ The bright moon rises from Heavenly Mountain! In the boundless seas of clouds! The long wind travels thousands of miles! Blowing through Yumen Pass!"

He raised his left hand, a graceful gesture, pointing at the Demon God in the sky.

"Boom!!"

Taotie!

Break Demonic Burst Qi!

Blood explosion, flesh burst!

The condensed Demon God’s body in the sky blossomed like an orchid into a burst! With just one move, the demon path body that barely coalesced exploded into fragments! The minced flesh raining down like hail!

The Taotie’s human body, with a "howl!", was blown away by that gesture! Blasted dozens of yards away! Screaming, and with a "boom!", crashed into the ridge, embedding its shape into the ground!

"Han goes down Baideng Road, Hu spied on Qinghai Bay. The land of combat since time immemorial, no one returns."

The long-haired man shook his head, swayed, and took a step out, crossing a thousand miles in a moment, stepping on Taotie’s heart in an instant.

"Aaarrgh—!!"

"Boom!!"

Taotie!

Taoist Body exploded!!

Skeleton shattered!!

The human-shaped carcass, now like it was run over by a steamroller! Flesh and blood crushed and burst! That invincible Divinity Transformation body, impenetrable and unyielding, reduced to pulp under one foot!

This is!

Breakthrough Defense!

Attribute Overwhelming!

Realm Obliteration!

And the long-haired man did not look at the ants underfoot, only gazed afar at the mountains amidst the mournful lonely flute sound, tears falling sadly,

"A soldier yearning for home, yet lamenting with a bitter face. In this night atop the high tower, sighing is not idle."

Afterwards he flicked his elegant finger, waved his hand,

"Puff"

Taotie’s head exploded. The whole body turned to blood mud and became floating ashes. Dissipated with the gentle wind.

Only a rotating Golden Core remained, shining with brilliant light, fell into the man’s palm.

"So this is the Demon Palace God Transformation Pill... Ultimately, just a heterodox way..."

The man slowly clenched his fist, crushing the Golden Core with a crack, blue light bursting out from his fingers, radiating splendidly.

Yet all marvelous, boundless power, could not escape from the man’s slender, long fingers.

The earth-shattering, awe-inspiring power, transformed into smoke in his hand, vanished without a trace.

Taotie,

Crushed to dust,

No remains left.

Thus, the lingering flute sound ceased, the long-haired man softly sighed, faded away with the wind and smoke, disappearing without a trace.

Zhen Baiyu lowered the blood-stained flute, taking a deep breath amidst the cold smoke and blood wind.

"Miss Bai! Are you alright! Hiss..."

The equally blood-soaked Nie Gang galloped over, looking at the girl holding the flute, couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

"Your, your face!"

Zhen Baiyu looked at her hands, then at the reflection in the pool of blood.

’Zhen Baiyu’s shadow’ was gone, now only an old man with white hair, almost devoid of vitality and longevity, remained.

Baiyu was silent for a moment, then looked at Tie Dan, slowly regaining form, resurrecting with flesh and blood.

"It’s alright... as long as we’re alive..."

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