The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 71 Internal Struggle

Looking at the five people in front of him, a thought popped into Gu Changyuan's mind.

A flash of light appeared on his left hand, and the power of the Chaotic Star Wilderness spread out silently. The four magical artifacts that were about to crash down were deflected by an invisible force the moment they approached Gu Changyuan. Some of them hit the rocks beside him, while others passed over his head.

Gu Changyuan's figure twisted in the dim light, appearing like a ghost in front of the person on the left.

This person reacted extremely quickly, his right hand nimbly thrusting out a long sword, the sword's momentum like a golden snake emerging from its hole, fast and cunning, aiming straight for Gu Changyuan's throat.

With a flick of his finger, Gu Changyuan used the power of Yin and Yang to deflect the incoming sword back to its original path. The blade drew a strange arc in the air, bypassing the man's block, first twisting off the fingers holding the sword, and then piercing through his chest.

With a tearing sound, blood splattered on the ground. The man screamed as a long sword pierced his chest, and his body froze on the spot.

The vortex-like torrent surrounding Gu Changyuan automatically activated, engulfing the attacks of the remaining three. He reached out with his left hand and struck the head of the still screaming man in black. With a burst of palm force, the head shattered, and red and white matter splattered everywhere.

After killing this person, a knowing glint flashed in Gu Changyuan's eyes.

Looking at the four people remaining in front of him, Gu Changyuan's lips curled up slightly, his eyes shone with starlight, and he activated his Tiger Wolf Divine Power.

The power from Su Qinghe appeared out of nowhere in Gu Changyuan's body, like a great river pouring into a dry riverbed. Gu Changyuan's aura began to rise, soaring from the early stage of Dao Embryo to the Refining Spirit Realm.

The remaining four men in black looked at each other, their expressions unclear, but their movements revealed obvious hesitation and fear.

Gu Changyuan moved his fingers, and starlight shimmered on his fingertips, dazzling and brilliant.

"Fellow disciples," Gu Changyuan said with a smile, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears, "are you planning to confess yourselves, or do I need to ask you to confess?"

Before Gu Changyuan could finish speaking, the auras of the four men in black trembled, and four violent auras erupted simultaneously, like four enraged beasts, pouncing from four directions.

With a smile on his face, Gu Changyuan unleashed a burst of starlight from his hand. Above his head, a nebula undulated, with countless stars twinkling within it. In the center of the nebula, a bright moon condensed, its cold, clear light like mercury spilling onto the ground, illuminating the entire mountain stream in a white haze.

"The Moon's Crown and Frosty Sky"

Gu Changyuan shouted, and the divine power from Su Qinghe was activated. The moonlight above his head rose into the air and transformed into countless fine, hair-like moon spirit needles.

The magic needles fell silently and silently, crystal clear, almost invisible in the moonlight, falling like rain.

Before the three men in black could even scream, they were pierced by the divine needles. Their bodies froze abruptly, a thin layer of white frost appeared on their skin, their flesh was torn apart in the moonlight, their souls were pierced, and their life force vanished instantly.

The three corpses lay stiffly on the ground, their eyes wide open, the bright moon reflected in their pupils, devoid of any sign of life.

Only the leader of the men in black reacted extremely quickly. A scroll unfurled in front of him, its surface rippling with water and shimmering with spiritual light, transforming into a water curtain that protected him.

The Moon Soul Needle pierced the water curtain with a hissing sound, causing the water to tremble violently, but it ultimately blocked the needle. However, the scroll of treasure map also dimmed under the impact of the needle, and its surface was covered with frost and snow, losing most of its power.

The man in black glanced down at the tattered treasure map in his hand, then looked up at Gu Changyuan, his voice hoarse and filled with obvious surprise and doubt.

"Who exactly are you? A newly joined inner disciple couldn't possibly possess such strength!"

Gu Changyuan chuckled upon hearing this, the moonlight spreading out behind him like a curtain, making him appear as if draped in a layer of silver armor.

"Senior Brother Li, just as you all have secrets, I also have secrets, which I cannot tell you."

Upon hearing the words "Senior Brother Li," the man in black trembled violently. Without uttering another word, he let out a sharp shout, and the tattered treasure map in front of him suddenly expanded, transforming into a water curtain several meters wide. Countless water lights converged on the water curtain, and wisps of lightning danced within it, like a vast, all-encompassing net that swept over Gu Changyuan.

Gu Changyuan's expression remained unchanged, while the bright moon above his head swayed with its light.

The moonlight spilled like mercury, turning the world into a vast expanse of white, and everything seemed to freeze in this cool light.

With a casual flick of his finger, Gu Changyuan froze the black-clad man wielding a knife, turning him into a crystal-clear block of ice. He remained in his forward-charging posture, the blade no more than three feet from Gu Changyuan's throat, yet unable to advance even an inch further.

The solid ice fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces, with blood and flesh remains encased within, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

Gu Changyuan stepped forward and devoured the souls of the men in black one by one. Their memories flooded in like fragments: their names, identities, the masterminds behind them, and even the intricate factional struggles within the Yellow Heaven Sect. All of these unfolded before his eyes.

The bright moon overhead slowly dissipated, the nebulae disappeared, and the mountain stream returned to silence.

Gu Changyuan shattered the last bit of ice with a single sword strike, then devoured the black-clad man's soul.

After closing his eyes to digest the information for a moment, Gu Changyuan opened them, his expression deep and a smile on his face.

"Shi Jiujing, Yi Qianyu... I never imagined that the internal struggles within the Yellow Heaven Sect would be no less intense than those within the Nine Nether Sect."

Turning around, Gu Changyuan disappeared into the shadows of the mountains, leaving behind only frost and corpses.

……

At the summit of Qiyun Mountain.

The golden blade light severed the last layer of the sword net that covered the entire field. Wu Yishu stood with her sword in hand, dressed in white, her long ponytail fluttering in the wind. She looked at Shi Luosheng opposite her, her aura as fierce and sharp as a blade, showing no signs of fatigue.

Shi Luosheng looked at Wu Yishu with a gloomy expression.

He had thought that with his cultivation level, defeating Wu Yishu would be a piece of cake. The Thirteen Desire Demon Sword, the third-grade Golden Core, and the Netherworld Demon Spirit Yin Technique—each of these could easily crush cultivators of the same realm. However, after a series of exchanges, he not only failed to gain the upper hand but was also suppressed by Wu Yishu, which was unacceptable to Shi Luosheng, who considered himself a genius.

Below, the corpses of the disciples of the two palaces were scattered on the mountainside of Qiyun Mountain. Some were corroded beyond recognition by demonic energy, while others were cut in two by the light of the blade. Blood soaked the rocks. Most of the demonic cultivators were also killed or wounded, but in the end, they had wiped out the people of the Huangtian Sect.

Wu Yishu also saw the scene below. The disciples of both palaces were all wiped out. Those familiar faces had now turned into cold corpses. The murderous aura in Wu Yishu's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and her hand holding the knife tightened slightly.

The Golden Dawn Blade let out a long cry, and its light surged.

With a single slash, golden light pierced the air, and thirteen sword beams that darted about like swimming fish were swept away by the blade's light.

The sword light shattered, and fragments scattered like falling meteors, creating deep craters on the mountainside of Qiyun Mountain.