Chapter 143: Being Pissed Off, Fighting Against the Void Sky Realm "This is the Demon Realm." Gu Yuanqing stared in amazement at the two-headed dragon in the clouds. Zhou Bo was a cultivator at the Divine Platform Realm. If he were in the Floating World, he would be an existence comparable to Ji Qingyun. But in the blink of an eye, he was dead. The reason was that a demon snake was killed in this mountain, and this snake happened to have a background. There were no big monsters around. The monsters and beasts on the ground sensed the presence and crawled on the ground or went into caves, not daring to make any move beyond the limit. After a long moment, the two-headed dragon finally restrained its breath. A strong wind blew by, and it disappeared into the clouds and quickly went away. "The young man who died seemed to be the grandson of the sword master of the Beilong Sword Sect. It is said that there is also a master of the Void Sky Realm in this sword sect. I am afraid that this matter will not end here. However, this has nothing to do with me. Disputes between humans and demons are common in this world." Gu Yuanqing withdrew his gaze and looked at Beiquan Mountain thoughtfully. "That day, the human cultivator just passed by and discovered Beiquan Mountain. A few people who came today easily identified that this mountain belongs to the human cultivators. I need to find a way to hide it. Otherwise, among these 100,000 mountains, a mountain owned by human cultivators will be too conspicuous."

For him, all he wanted now was to not be disturbed and be able to practice in peace, but such a simple request seemed like a luxury. He walked around the mountains and gave some instructions to Aunt Feng. Then when he returned to his own courtyard, his heart skipped a beat. Looking up into the distance, I saw a sword light coming from afar, staying in the sky above where the battle had just taken place, and then falling down. This place is about seventy miles away from Gu Yuanqing. Gu Yuanqing’s spiritual sense cannot reach it, but if he uses the pupil technique, he can also see some of it, but he does not want to do that. Chang Beilong, the leader of the Beilong Sword Sect, stood on the ground with a gloomy face. He raised his hand and several pieces of sword fragments fell into his hand. He could easily identify that this sword was the Shuiyun Sword that he had given to Chang Ze personally. There is also the lingering aura of Beilong Sword School's swordsmanship, indicating that his Sun Changze and Zhou Qing died here. He took a few steps forward and saw several corpses in the mountains. He raised his hand and several tokens fell into his hands. Suddenly, he waved his hand and lifted a huge rock, revealing a charred body. He raised his hand to take it and injected a stream of magic energy into it. After a moment, a groaning sound was heard. "Tell me, who is it?" Chang Beilong said indifferently. "Two-headed... dragon, Sword... Master... save me." The man's voice was intermittent, hoarse and weak. "Tell me what happened." Chang Beilong looked indifferent. "I will follow the young master... After a moment, the man narrated what had happened intermittently, but his breath became weaker and weaker. Perhaps it was a last burst of energy. He reached out and grabbed Chang Beilong's boots tightly. He said in a pleading tone: "I have tried my best. Sword Master, please save me." Chang Beilong simply said: "Zer is already dead, why are you still alive?" The man's charred face became hideous and his burnt eyes suddenly widened. A streak of sword energy flashed across, and the man who had luckily escaped from the two-headed dragon died.

The long sword flew out from the scabbard on Chang Beilong's back. He kicked away the hand holding his boot, took a step forward, stood on the long sword, and turned into a ray of sword light and flew away. When he was in the air, he looked back at Beiquan Mountain. Gu Yuanqing felt a murderous intent spreading towards Beiquan Mountain, and his brows slightly frowned as he watched the sword light going away. "It's amazing!" Gu Yuanqing shook his head and returned to the courtyard to continue practicing. Not long after, a faint roar was heard in the distance. Half an hour later, two sounds like dragon roars were heard. After a while, a beam of light returned along the original route and suddenly stopped near Beiquan Mountain. Chang Beilong, looking somewhat embarrassed, stood on the sword with a gloomy face. He raised his hand and slashed, and a hundred-foot sword light fell from the air. Gu Yuanqing sensed something and had already stopped his practice. He snorted coldly and mobilized the power of Beiquan Mountain to dissolve the sword light. Chang Beilong raised his eyebrows, and attacked with two sword lights using his fingers as swords. While Gu Yuanqing was dissolving the sword energy, he took a step to the top of the mountain, and the clouds and mist dispersed: "There is no grudge or hatred, you are going a little too far." Chang Beilong stared at Gu Yuanqing and said in a cold tone: "We are both human, why don't you allow people from my Beilong Sword Sect to enter the mountain? Why don't you help when monsters kill people?" Gu Yuanqing laughed angrily: "You couldn't kill the two-headed python, so you took it out on me?" Chang Beilong seemed to be enraged when he heard this: "You really saw that monster killing my grandson! Well, now that he's dead, you should be buried with him!" As he spoke, the long sword flew out from under his feet. He clenched his hands firmly and the long sword grew larger, becoming over a hundred feet long. The sword energy soared into the sky, tearing apart the surrounding clouds and mist. With his angry roar, the giant sword fell towards Beiquan Mountain, as if to cut the mountain in half as well. Gu Yuanqing was also a little angry: "What does your grandson's death have to do with me? If you want to vent your anger on me, you've found the wrong person!" Gu Yuanqing, who was visited by someone for no reason, found it difficult to suppress his emotions. The Holy Temple of Heaven was a behemoth and he could only endure it, but what was the Beilong Sword Sect? Can you kill people at will just because you think you have reached the Xutian realm? Gu Yuanqing, who had already merged with the power of Beiquan Mountain, looked grim. He raised his hand and harnessed the power of Beiquan Mountain, turning it into a giant palm and reaching for the long sword. The two forces collided in the air, bursting out with brilliant light that covered up the light of the scorching sun in the sky. A strong wind blew up, and the trees on the surrounding mountains fell down one after another, and countless monsters fled in all directions. The animals in Beiquan Mountain were also frightened and hid themselves. Chang Beilong became even angrier when he felt Gu Yuanqing's power, and thought that if this man had come to the rescue, his grandson would not have died. Thinking about how his two sons were killed thirty years ago, this grandson became the most beloved one. He usually arranged for monks from the divine platform to protect him when he went out, but he died today. He was unable to defeat the two-headed dragon and returned in disgrace, with all his resentment and anger directed at Gu Yuanqing. As the skills were activated, demonic flames erupted from his body, and the sword finger turned. The hundred-foot-long sword suddenly became smaller, and it broke away from the palm that was transformed from Beiquan Mountain. It drew a circle in the air and stabbed straight down from mid-air. Every time it went down one foot, the sword became three points larger, and in a blink of an eye it was a hundred feet long again. The devilish flame ignited on the sword, and then turned into a giant dragon, biting towards the hill where Gu Yuanqing was. Gu Yuanqing felt that the space in the dragon's mouth began to collapse, and he knew in his heart that this was already the power of the Void Sky Realm. He did not dare to underestimate it and took a deep breath. The shadow of the green mountain appeared on his body and quickly grew larger. Finally, it merged into one with Beiquan Mountain and he entered a deep state of unity between man and mountain. He also made a sword gesture, and the Demon-Subduing Sword in the storage bag flew out. The true energy was poured into it, and the sword quickly grew larger. In the blink of an eye, the sword was already dozens of feet in size. On the sword body, crystal sword light flickered and emanated boundless power.

As the thought came to his mind, the sword flew upwards and the power of Beiquan Mountain was added to it. As the sword has been nurtured till now, Gu Yuanqing's spiritual consciousness has become more and more in tune with it. The weight of these things no longer weighs on his spiritual consciousness. Moreover, the more he understands it, the more he feels that this sword is extraordinary. Chang Beilong sneered in his heart. The man in front of him was actually also a sword cultivator. However, he was taking the wrong approach in fighting with swords. His sword is called Taixu Dragon Demon Sword, which was refined with the blood of a demon dragon and various rare materials acquired through the savings of half his life. It is now among the top-grade magic weapons, although it is still only a treasure of Xutian. Once he achieves celestial being, it can become a treasure of celestial being after being tempered with the laws of celestial being. He dared to break into the Hundred Thousand Mountains and fight the two-headed dragon. This sword was his supporting staff. Even though he was defeated at the slightest touch, he still almost cut off one of the dragon's heads. Chang Beilong snorted coldly, and started practicing his skills again, pouring all his strength into the sword, ready to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop. In the blink of an eye, the two swords collided. Chang Beilong's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the magic energy on the tip of his sword stagnated slightly, and the power of his sword moves was greatly reduced. The Taixu Demon Dragon Sword lost the blessing of the magic energy, and the real sword formation on the sword also stagnated for a moment. This was a head-on collision. The sword, having lost all its powers, could only rely on its texture to collide with the opponent's sword. The result was self-evident. The dragon's head began to break into pieces, and in the blink of an eye the sword shattered on the spot. He felt a pain in his heart, which was even more painful than the death of his grandson! But now there was no time to think about anything else. Gu Yuanqing turned his sword, and the Demon-Subduing Sword, with the power of Beiquan Mountain, flew towards Chang Beilong as fast as lightning. The sword shattered, Chang Beilong's mind was damaged, and he reacted half a beat slowly. He had no time to retreat. He could only slap his waist, and several more swords flew out. He also nurtured these swords on a daily basis and could immediately control them in combat, but compared with the Taixu Dragon Demon Sword, they were still far inferior. Moreover, he immediately discovered that the attacking sword was not right, and hundreds of sword shadows appeared around him. "This is not an ordinary sword technique, but a sword formation! One sword can form a formation. Which famous sword is this?" His face changed drastically, and he calmed his mind and controlled the sword to respond, while his body continued to retreat. But he immediately understood why his Taixu Dragon Demon Sword suddenly had problems. As the sword formation enveloped it, a green mountain also pressed down. The demonic energy in his body was affected, and the swords he wielded went out of control. The next second, the sword formation fell. With a roar, all resistance disappeared, countless sword fragments fell, a blood mist exploded in the air, and dense demonic energy spread out. Gu Yuanqing was slightly stunned. How could a master of the Xutian Realm be killed so easily by him? Could it be that the power of Beiquan Mountain combined with the Demon-Subduing Sword Formation is so powerful that it exceeds his expectations? But no matter how he thought about it, something felt wrong. Even if Chang Beilong, as a sword cultivator, had lost his sword, how could a cultivator in the Void Sky Realm not have another trump card? In this devil's realm, one may face a life-and-death battle at any time. If that were the case, he didn't think Chang Beilong would have survived until now. Think about Zuoqiu and Gong Xin, each of them has all kinds of treasures. Even if the Demon Realm is inferior to the cultivation world, it shouldn’t be like this. Gu Yuanqing used his mind to roll Chang Beilong's relics back to Beiquan Mountain, especially the storage bag, and deliberately avoided it when the sword formation fell. He still opened the storage bag easily, but when he saw what was inside, he felt something was wrong. There were quite a few things inside, including various magic stones and pills, as well as some swords and miscellaneous items. But these things are far inferior to Lan Tinglie's storage bag. "The Northern Dragon Sword Sect is considered a large sect, and the leader of the sect is at the Void Sky Realm. Even if he has very few personal belongings, it shouldn't be like this!" "This should be a puppet clone!" Gu Yuanqing had already made a judgment in his mind, and this judgment also made him frown. He was afraid that the other party would not let it go. What bad luck! ……

In a secret room at the Beilong Sword Sect's headquarters in Qizhou Prefecture, Chang Beilong opened his eyes, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his face was slightly pale, his clone was killed, and his soul was also damaged. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and his face turned ashen. The loss this time was too great. This clone and the Taixu Dragon Demon Sword were almost half of his wealth. Thinking of his grandson being killed, his eyes were full of murderous intent. "There is actually such a human expert in the Iron-Eating Clan's base. Very good, very good! If I were to deal with you on a normal day, it might be a bit troublesome. But under the Nine-Sound Heavenly King Bell, you dare to live among the outsiders, you are simply courting death." (End of this chapter)