Chapter 204 Reunion

If Zhang Ruosu and Lin Shouyi's generation is considered the first, then Zhang Xiaoyu can only be regarded as a fourth-generation disciple of the Daoist school. This is only because an old Daoist of the Weiming Sect with considerable seniority accepted her as a disciple; her senior and junior brothers could all be her uncles and grand-uncles. However, her past experiences and insights between life and death have allowed her Daoist arts to progress extremely quickly.

Especially the Zheng Yi Beidi Fengdu Law, stepping on life and death, involved in Yin and Yang, and willing to work hard.

The speed of progress can be described as unique in hundreds of years.

After all, the experience of resurrection after death is also rare throughout the ages. Almost everyone believes that she can cultivate this method and Dao lineage to an unprecedented realm. However, even so, she is only a teenager, how much Dao practice can she have? Facing the two gods and demons outside, she couldn't even move a finger.

The little girl inside seemed to sense that the visitors were unkind, but didn't notice the look in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes signaling her to run away. Or perhaps, even if she did notice, she still chose to run over as if she wanted to pull her back. The jade pendant that Wei Yuanjun held tightly in her hand lit up with a faint glow silently.

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly felt that she could control her body slightly.

Struggling hard, the talisman of the highest level belonging to the Daoist sect on her body suddenly bloomed with flowing light. However, due to the strength level of the caster, it was ultimately like an ant trying to shake a tree. It was just that the god and demon seemed to have discovered the target. With a wave of his hand, he directly threw Zhang Xiaoyu forward. The girl barely controlled her figure, hugged Wei Yuanjun, rolled on the ground to distance themselves, and the ground was instantly covered with layers of talismans.

The girl knelt on the ground, protecting Wei Yuanjun in her arms, with a short sword held upside down in her left hand.

The sword body was wide and thick.

It was densely covered with Daoist patterns.

The Beidi Fengdu ritual of life and death.

This is a talisman sword!

It is precisely the treasure possessed by the Beidi Fengdu Zhengfa lineage. Her dark eyes stared at the Daoist priest over there like a young tiger sharpening its claws. The Turbid World God and Demon raised his eyes slightly, and then walked into the museum with ease. The defense layers of the Daoist sect and Kunlun here seemed to be non-existent and were broken open. He said, "I didn't expect..."

"To be so young, yet the realm is not weak at all."

"Although the human race is weak, the growth potential of the human race is also impressive. If placed in my Turbid World, it can be compared to a level of about three hundred years of Dao practice. Tsk tsk tsk, although the talent is weak, the comprehension and will are full of post-natal plasticity? It really was a trick by Fuxi."

The Turbid World God and Demon, wearing armor, clicked his tongue in wonder.

Facing Zhang Xiaoyu's vigilance and caution, he remained unmoved.

As if that was not the final desperate measure of a Daoist cultivator.

But a little cat baring its fangs and claws.

Behind him was another tall and slender man with a wooden and ancient face, holding an object in his hand, a flag, hanging down, as if containing infinite mysteries and secrets, shielding the stars and sun, dispersing karma and heavenly secrets. It was one of the most mysterious Turbid World divine weapons.

"Xuan Hei Turbid World Flag."

Zhang Xiaoyu recognized this treasure.

When Wei Yuan lectured at the Yu Xu Palace, this flag-like magic weapon was once used by the Turbid World to assassinate Wei Yuan.

Naturally, it fell into his hands.

But it was taken back by the latter during the first contact with the Turbid World Grand Venerable.

Now it was brought here again, shielding the stars and myriad phenomena and karma and heavenly secrets. Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly understood why these two gods and demons were so bold, daring to sneak into the Pure Qi human world and into this museum. It was relying on this thing, no, it couldn't be just relying on this divine weapon.

"Was Senior Jue lured away by you?"

Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was still calm.

The god and demon wearing armor, whose body seemed to be burning with the flames of immortality, was surprised, and then laughed loudly: "Not bad, not bad, you are right. It seems that not only is your foundation good, but your thinking is also sharp. You are not the kind of stupid fool who only knows how to bury their head in cultivation and exhaust themselves with studying, despite having talent."

"I didn't expect that a powerhouse of the Dao Fruit realm would come here."

But the opposite god and demon seemed to be looking around at the museum's collection, laughing loudly: "Dao Fruit?"

"Although it is not yet, it will soon be!"

"Moreover, with this divine weapon in hand, why would we need a dignified Dao Fruit realm powerhouse to deal with you two little guys who don't have much Dao practice? The real Dao Fruit is naturally prepared for that Kunlun West Queen. Little girl, if you want to see the power of a Dao Fruit realm expert, why not come with me?"

"This seat values your talent and also appreciates your appearance. Why not become my concubine?"

"Hahahaha, wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?"

Most of the Turbid World gods and demons are self-centered and selfish. Since they are taking risks to come here, they are naturally unwilling to work for nothing. It seemed to be casual conversation, but the eyes of the god and demon wearing armor were rapidly searching here, and finally fell on a museum counter, where a sword box was placed.

Inside the box was a sword that was entirely green, flowing like the sky.

The edge of the sword seemed to reflect a ray of light at sunrise, when day and night parted.

And this simple sword box was tied with the red hair rope of the Kunlun Goddess, and was placed there quietly.

"Hahahaha, as expected, it's here, it's here!"

"Divine Sword Qingping!"

"This is mine! It's mine, hahahaha!"

The god and demon laughed loudly and reached out to take the sword. When he touched the sword box, he seemed to have touched thunder and fire. His face twisted instantly, and he retreated almost instinctively, raising his hand to cover his palm. His palm trembled, and his eyes stared at the sword box, or rather, at the little girl in front of the sword box.

Wei Yuanjun spread her arms to block the sword box. The young girl was originally unable to resist the impact of the Turbid World's Qi.

But she had a jade pendant on her body, exuding wisps of aura.

Forcefully resisting the power of this god and demon.

In the void, golden streamers seemed to turn into soaring dragons, flowing and changing, constantly growing, giving people a sense of grandeur. Streams of divine dragons coiled and intertwined, protecting Wei Yuanjun. The little girl's eyes widened and she spread her arms, saying, "This is not yours! This is my dad's sword, you are not allowed to touch it!"

"Your dad's sword?!"

The god and demon covered his wound, which healed quickly, and said, "Your dad is already dead!"

"Nonsense!!! Impossible!"

The god and demon grinned twice and said, "It's just a matter of taking this sword box away directly. Hmph, your dad, your dad is just a loser who died on the battlefield."

"Otherwise, why hasn't he come back to see you in the past seven or eight years?"

"He's dead, he's been dead for a long time!"

Wei Yuanjun still spread her arms and blocked in front, but her eyes were already red.

Biting her lower lip, her voice already had a sob: "Impossible!"

"Mother said, said he wouldn't die."

"He is a great hero, the most powerful sword immortal in ancient and modern times, how could he die?!"

"You're lying, you're lying!"

In the eyes of the child, the father is always tall, as if he is omnipotent. Even if it is only heard from others, he is still full of longing and expectation for this figure. The omnipotent father in those stories is simply like a dream. In her imagination, he will definitely suddenly appear in front of her on a clear sunny day, and then pick her up with a warm and clean smile, and lift her high, just like in those stories.

The little girl's voice choked with sobs.

"He, he is not dead."

"You are not allowed to touch his sword, not allowed!"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the child. She was still suppressed by the aura of the Turbid World God and Demon.

Fuxi's jade pendant only protected one person.

That was, after all, a spiritual treasure from Fuxi.

Xiao Yuer looked at the child who was clenching her teeth to protect her father's sword, and suddenly thought of herself when she was young, thought of that lying father, bit her teeth, and flames began to flow between her eyebrows, this was the fierce god power from the drought demon, rapidly spreading throughout her body.

The Turbid World God and Demon sneered: "Although this seat is not in the Dao Fruit realm, it is not far off."

"If it was a drought demon here in person, there would still be a few chances of winning, you?"

"Overestimating yourself!"

The flame power on the Turbid World Demon God's body suddenly spread out. Almost instantly, it directly burned the entire museum to ashes. And this action was all shrouded in the suppression of the Xuan Hei Turbid World Flag. In an instant, the firelight flowed and changed, and the museum in front of her turned into fly ash, and even the entire old street was almost spared.

Zhang Xiaoyu gritted her teeth.

But the expected high temperature did not arrive, and she was stunned.

The jade pendant in Wei Yuanjun's arms should have emitted a streamer, directly contacting Fuxi, but it disappeared.

And the Turbid World God and Demon, ignoring the dissatisfaction of his companion holding the Xuan Hei Turbid World Flag, had already directly grabbed the sword. The greed in his eyes was almost materialized, but an untimely hand, one step faster than him, calmly pressed on the sword box. The little girl who had just desperately stopped others seemed to be stunned and did not react.

It was a swordsman with black hair hanging down. For some reason, just looking at him, one would know that he must be a swordsman.

The clothes on his body had red patterns, and his slender fingers rested on the sword box.

Wei Yuanjun stared at him blankly.

The swordsman asked: "Do you think your father is a hero?"

The child thought that this was also questioning her. Her face flushed and she said loudly: "He is a great hero, the most powerful great hero in ancient and modern times!" When she said these words, the child's eyes were almost shining. The black-haired swordsman looked at her and smiled slightly, his fingers pressed on the sword box.

For whom does the Kunlun red rope break?

At this moment, it fell silently.

The god and demon behind him roared: "You are presumptuous, give me your life--"

Turning back, the wide black robe sleeve covered Wei Yuanjun's body, covering her eyes. His voice was gentle and clean: "Close your eyes and count to three, I'll show you a magic trick." And the swordsman's left hand had already been raised, his five fingers slender and white, directly pressed on the demon god's head.

The swordsman's eyes were like iron, but boiling iron.

As if to melt all the enemies completely.

His footsteps moved forward calmly.

The tall and mighty god and demon staggered backwards.

Primordial Qi dissipated, reversing cause and effect.

Along with the swordsman's actions, the museum, which had been turned into dust, seemed to rewind time and return to its original state.

The god and demon was pushed out of the museum's range all the time.

And then, in the next moment.

His head shattered like a watermelon in an instant.

The swordsman swept his sleeves and threw this unruly god and demon, who was no less than Nuba, out of the museum.

Falling on the old street, torn to pieces, scattered into Primordial Qi.

Ordinary and unremarkable.

But even more terrifying!

The god and demon holding the Xuan Hei Turbid World Flag was terrified, and the divine weapon in his hand returned to defend himself. He almost shouted in a lost voice: "You, who are you?!" The swordsman just lifted his sleeves, letting Wei Yuanjun see the restored museum, her eyes lit up, and the black-haired swordsman stretched out his hand and took out the Qingping Sword from the sword box.

The god and demon outside was terrified, still instinctively asking in anger.

Not daring to attack.

But not daring to leave either!

Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, his eyes slightly lowered.

Qingping ah…

The final battle.

Rainbows were clothes and wind was the horse, gods of the Turbid World came down in droves.

His expression was complicated, his fingers holding the sword body.

And then he suddenly pulled the Qingping Sword out by an inch.

At that moment, everyone here heard the wailing like the clashing of swords and blades on the battlefield, solemn and tragic. The Turbid World War, the unparalleled decisive battle of the world, in an instant even the soul seemed to be frozen. Wei Yuan opened his eyes, he saw his own eyes in the edge of the blade, cold and calm, like a tiger about to hunt, and then suddenly closed the sword.

The solemn and tragic aura dissipated.

The Turbid World God and Demon was dead.

The black-haired swordsman's palm gently pressed on the top of Wei Yuanjun's head, warm and dry, answering: "Me?"

"My name is Wei Yuan."

"I am her father."

ps: Today's second update...