Chapter 314: Broken Sword Disaster - Beginning The next eighth day of July. Shen Zanggu summoned monks from all over the world to discuss the matter of killing the demon. At the same time, he informed everyone of the news that Song Lin had come from Donglin Xianya. Wait until noon. One by one, the gods and golden bodies flew in from all over Youxuan Mansion, restrained their auras and landed in the Master's courtyard. This scene of the gathering of gods and immortals naturally alarmed countless people in the city. At the same time, it also made some people frown secretly. "Gathering together in such a grand manner, what is the purpose of this new Donglin Immortal Envoy?" "Isn't he a person who likes to show off?" "No. The smiling little Li is of noble status, so why does he need such meritorious help? I'm afraid there is another deeper meaning behind this action." "Everyone, don't be impatient, just wait and see." After a while.

The monks from all parties have basically arrived. A golden light suddenly rose from the backyard and landed in the spacious square. "Everyone, it's been a long wait." Song Lin bowed with both hands and stood firm. "I've met Mr. Li." "Mr. Li's swordsmanship is fascinating." Everyone responded enthusiastically, creating a harmonious atmosphere. Seeing this, Song Lin just smiled slightly. This is the benefit of identity. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid there would be another scene of them counterattacking and killing him. "The reason why we have gathered everyone here today is to renegotiate the deployment of defenses against the evil spirits, so that all parties can help each other and not let the evil spirits defeat them one by one." "Secondly, I want to show my face in front of everyone, so that everyone knows that Donglin Xianya attaches great importance to this matter." "The headmaster has issued a decree, asking me to settle this matter within a month. If I fail, the sect will punish me." "therefore." "Please rest assured, Donglin Xianya is 100% sure that we will catch the evil demon within a month." The sound spread throughout the audience. Thousands of Divine Palaces and Golden Bodies fell silent upon hearing this. One month. The son of the wine fairy Li is very confident.

They had worked hard for two years and sacrificed countless lives. He had just arrived and said he would end this disaster within a month... The people present have been practicing for a long time, and none of them are fools. There are only two possibilities for saying something like this. Either... this guy is a madman who loves to show off. Or he has absolute self-confidence and must have someone backing him up to be so confident. "Follow Donglin's order." An old man stepped forward first, bowed his head and saluted to express his attitude. His status is not low, he is the great-grandfather of the "Demon Suppression" Master family. His cultivation of the Dragon Elephant Life Pill is considered to be one of the most outstanding people in the secular world. "Follow Donglin's order." When everyone saw this, they all agreed. "Now, let's count who is still missing." Song Lin waved his sleeves and issued a strange order. "Yes." No one dared to question and began to examine themselves. Shen Canggu couldn't help but smile when he saw this. Compared to him, who was alone, Song Lin had the background of the wine fairy Li, which made it much easier for him to do things. He had never seen people so humble and obedient before. After a while. A thick list was presented by Master Ling, the great-grandfather of Master's family. "Report to the Immortal Envoy." Division Commander Ling said respectfully: "The main force participating in the deployment of the evil demons has a total of 2,781 people. Among them, there are 2,536 Divine Palaces and 245 Golden Bodies." "Youxuan Prefecture is 50,000 miles long and wide, with a population of 100 million. Families, martial arts sects, and immortal sects from all over the country have all come together to help. There are at least hundreds of thousands of people who are not on the list." "Then let them put all the people with names on the list." Song Lin's face was grim and he seemed unhappy. "This……" Master Ling was awed, thinking that this Sword Master disciple was really hard to get along with. Even though his cultivation was much higher than the other person's, he did not dare to disobey him at this time. "Do you have any objection?" Song Lin glanced at him, as if trying to find fault. "I dare not." Master Ling lowered his head. "It's just that it's a list of hundreds of thousands of people, it's really hard to count. There are mistakes, omissions, concealments, and reserve seeds of the sects who are not registered in the prefecture. They are all confidential." "Also, this time..."

"I will give you seven days. The list must be handed over to me before July 15th. At the same time, those who have not arrived today must stand before me one by one. If you fail to do so, you will be severely punished according to the laws of the Immortal Sect." Song Lin stared at Commander Ling with his eyes fixed, like an iron-faced and ruthless judge. "Respect the Immortal's order." Commander Ling's forehead was covered with sweat, and he had no choice but to agree. "Now, mark out the people on this list who are not here yet." Song Lin continued. "Yes." Commander Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he wrote quickly and listed the names of more than three hundred people. These people either had a long journey today or the news was not notified in time. In short, there were many reasons why they did not arrive on time today. "Ah." Song Lin finally nodded with satisfaction and swept his eyes across the audience. No. Except for Shen Zanggu, no one present gave him any strange feeling. This result was naturally expected. If that evil demon was so stupid as to dare to show up today, he wouldn't have caused Youxuan Mansion to suffer from unrest for two years. "Thank you for your help today." A few moments. After reading the list, Song Lin waved his hand and divided out eighteen sets of drawings, handing them to the eighteen highly respected golden-body monks present. "Please, seniors, lead your troops to deploy according to the divisions on the blueprint. I have two requests. First, no matter what happens, no one is allowed to leave the station." "Second, no one except you may disclose any of the contents of the blueprint." "This……" The eighteen golden-body monks who received the drawings looked at each other in bewilderment. This is another weird instruction. If they are not allowed to leave, are they just going to watch the evil demon killing people right in front of their faces? "That's it, who has any objection?" Song Lin glanced across the audience. For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the square. What a fierce look, what a tough approach. Although he was only in his twenties, he had the aura of a tyrant, as if he had really ruled the world in the past.

all in all. This Li family's Qilin son, the true disciple of the Sword Lord, is by no means merely gifted. not far away. The commander's head drooped further, and his body was covered in cold sweat. Many people present also looked at him intentionally or unintentionally. Of the eighteen copies of the blueprints, not a single one was delivered to the great-grandfather of this first-class family in Zhenyao City. The meaning behind this is really intriguing. Dusk falls. Everyone in the Master's Villa has left. Shen Zanggu walked behind Song Lin and looked at his back as he gazed at the setting sun. He said softly, "Junior brother, did you gain anything today?" "A little, but not much." Song Lin raised the list in his hand and loosened his fingers. The long list fell from his palm to the ground, and the more than 300 people marked in red were particularly eye-catching. "Although we haven't found the hidden evil demon, at least we have narrowed down the scope." "interesting." A smile appeared in Shen Zanggu's eyes. Such means and actions were something he had never used before, nor had he thought of. It was true that the children of aristocratic families were fundamentally different from people like him who came from the countryside. "but." Shen Zanggu paused and said, "Brother, have you ever thought that the evil demon is not on this list at all?" "If it's not on this list, it must be on the list of hundreds of thousands of people. Otherwise, I will just eat it." Song Lin said firmly. "...I understand. This is an open conspiracy." Shen Zanggu took a deep breath. Everything Song Lin did today was to force the evil demon out. Compared with their previous passive methods, it was indeed much smarter. But isn’t this a bit too confident? Do not know why. He felt that his junior fellow apprentice's style of behavior seemed to be deliberately cultivating something, which was very different from the news from the mountain. Why is this? The night is getting darker. Song Lin was also thinking about this question. This life is the strangest one, and it is destined to be a crazy and confused life. There is no main plot.

The legend is lost. He didn't even know what kind of enemies he would encounter or what kind of disasters he would encounter in the future. The only thing we know at present is the calamity that befell Clavicle Bodhisattva. "Perhaps, this second person with the second destiny will serve as a fuse to ignite the real boundless catastrophe. This is a general trend, and no one can stop it. I can only survive in the cracks of the catastrophe and strive to change a tiny bit of my insignificant fate." "Although fate is difficult to change, life and death are up to oneself. The reincarnation fate disk has already given a hint. Choosing life or death will lead to different outcomes." "But I won't run away this time." Song Lin smiled slightly, his smile full of "confidence". He thought of the word "responsibility" that Han Tuizhi often mentioned. It was he who brought Xu Jingting into this world in his previous life. Regardless of whether it was supposed to happen or whether it was a matter of cause and effect, he felt that he should take on this responsibility. As for the catastrophe that truly swept across Donglin, it was the demise of the Li family. Who else can shoulder such responsibility? Lord Donglin Sword? Or... the other three people destined to come into the world with him? Or maybe——him. Think of this. Song Lin tried hard to create a 'confident' smile, but it finally couldn't be maintained. This responsibility is too heavy. I still remember that at the beginning, he didn't want to participate in the great trend of this world and be a free and easy immortal outside the world of mortals. Now it seems that some things are unavoidable. When Li Chunfeng told him the word "responsibility", he understood this truth. "Immortality" is to achieve freedom by fulfilling one's responsibilities, not to achieve freedom by retreating to the mountains and escaping from the mundane world. "Confidence... is really difficult. But if I am not confident enough, how can I launch the Xiao Li Flying Dagger that never misses its target?" A low sigh echoed in the quiet room. - The deep and dark underground cave was filled with a strong smell of blood. Tick ​​tock~tick tock~ There was a sound of footsteps. The man in gray stepped through the blood and appeared at the top of the cave. "how?" A gloomy and eerie voice came from below. "He does have some tricks up his sleeve." The man in gray sighed. "Interesting, interesting. Haha, hahaha..." A strange voice came from beneath the endless bloody corpses.

"You'd better hide away. On July 15th, we can't hide any longer." The man in gray frowned and spoke slowly. "Avoid? You actually want me to hide from that little kid? Don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!!! Hahahaha, July 15th, a good day, a good day!" The unbridled and arrogant voice rumbled in the cave. “When that day comes…I will show them what a true ancient evil demon is! Hahahahaha” July fourteenth. The legendary day when the gates of hell open wide is about to come. Yes. There are no legends about ghosts or spirits in Sanjiang Jiuquan or even among the people of Cangzhou. On the contrary, in the real world of cultivation, there are many legends about gods, ghosts, and the underworld. Among them, the 15th day of the seventh month, when the gates of hell open wide, is a legend among legends. For at least thousands or tens of thousands of years, no one has seen the scene of the underworld passing through and ghosts crying and gods howling. So. Song Lin has always believed that the "Youquan" in "Donglin's sword becomes the last sound, and we go to Youquan together, unparalleled in the world" should come from underground. Jiuquan also has a 'Youquan'. But such a place should not be enough to threaten the entire Donglin land, Donglinxian Cliff, or even destroy the Drunken Immortal Li family. In short. The enemy of the future, everything is a mystery. The only thing Song Lin could infer was that there might be more than one enemy in the so-called catastrophe. "Everyone, are they all here?" It's dusk again. Song Lin stood in the square, looking at the more than 300 people in front of him. His eyes were as sharp as lightning and aggressive. But everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye. Six days in a row. The Bone-Eating Demon has not committed another killing, which is enough to show that the methods of this Sword Cliff's true disciple are absolutely effective. He suspected that there was something wrong among his people, but no one dared to refute him. As long as you have a clear conscience, why fear others' doubts? "Master, elder." Song Lin looked at his teacher Ling. However, the old man with profound cultivation looked distraught at this moment.

He fell to his knees with a thud, looking terrified, "I feel ashamed of the immortal envoy, ashamed of my ancestors, and ashamed of all the people in the world..." "If you have anything to say, just say it directly." Song Lin and Shen Zanggu couldn't help but frown. "Out of a total of three hundred and seventy-two, three hundred and seventy-one people have arrived. Only my master's legitimate son, Master Wande... is missing." Master Ling buried his head deeply in the ground, crying bitterly. Millions of lives! The real culprit behind all this was actually the Shi clan who had been guarding the Demon-Suppressing City for ten thousand years! Ten thousand years of merit were destroyed in an instant. From now on, the "demon-suppressing" Shi clan will no longer be able to face the world. "Ow—" Suddenly, a shocking roar of a beast came from the distant Baimang Mountain. problem occurs! Song Lin turned his head suddenly. next moment. The whole person turned into a ray of golden light and suddenly disappeared into the sky. Shen Zanggu followed closely behind. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—countless streams of light flew up from the Demon-Suppressing City and quickly headed towards Baimang Mountain. The sky within a few hundred miles of the Demon Suppression City was suddenly filled with blood-red clouds. The rolling clouds and mist transformed into countless hideous monsters, which made people feel terrified. The devil's calamity is coming, and the sky and the earth are changing color. The real calamity of the clavicle Bodhisattva has begun! (End of this chapter)