There was deathly silence on the long street.
The ground was full of kneeling people and Xianmen disciples with fanatical faces. Even Yun Zhan, who had always been cool and self-possessed, lowered his head slightly at this moment, with shock and reverence in his eyes.
Among the crowd, there were only two people who stood out.
Lin Qingyang stared coldly at the man in front of him, his eyes dark and angry. Cang Mo took half a step forward calmly, blocking Lin Qingyang behind him. The black Howling Moon Saber in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, with Demonic Qi lingering on the blade.
Jiuchen looked at them quietly, with a suffocating compassion on his face that was neither sad nor happy.
"I founded Nine Skies Sect back then and passed down the tradition, just to slay demons and protect Human Clan." Jiuchen's voice was ethereal and majestic, echoing in the empty long street, "I didn't expect that the descendants of my Nine Skies Sect would now willingly degenerate, collude with monsters, and harm their own people."
As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone causing thousands of waves.
Everyone who was still immersed in the "God's Appearance" raised their heads and followed Jiuchen's gaze in astonishment.
Jian Hong and Su Jingui were also stunned, looking at Lin Qingyang with doubts on their faces.
"Jiuchen Shenjun, what do you mean by this?" Su Jingui lowered his voice and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Jian Hong's eyes fell on Cang Mo, his brows furrowed. "Did God mean that the bloody corpse just now was related to the Demon Clan?"
There was a sudden murmur among the crowd.
"The one with white hair... is he the rumored Demon King?"
"Why did he appear in the Myriad Spirits Sect?"
"Did they really release that monster?"
As the discussion spread, the monks around him began to look at Cang Mo with vigilance and hatred.
Jian Hong frowned deeper, and looked at Cang Mo with suspicion.
Listening to the people pointing around, Cang Mo's eyebrows darkened, a pair of Amber's wolf eyes stared at Jiuchen, and a domineering black Demonic Qi appeared all over his body.
"No!"
Amidst the questioning, Su Ruohuan suddenly shouted, "In the mine before, they almost got rid of the corpse of Tai Sui! If they were the ones who released it, why did they bother to kill it so hard?"
Jiuchen lowered his eyes lightly and landed on Su Ruohuan lightly.
Without any extra movement, just a glance, Su Ruohuan felt an invisible pressure coming from under her hood, her legs weakened and she almost fell to her knees.
Su Jingui quickly pulled his daughter behind him and said respectfully to Jiuchen: "God, please calm down! My little girl speaks freely... but is there perhaps some misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding?"
Lin Qingyang finally spoke, walked out from behind Cang Mo, and sneered, "Zombie Blood Tai Sui's inner elixir was accurately transmitted to the Myriad Spirits Sect, causing such a huge battle, but just when everyone could no longer hold on, he came to earth to save the world by such a coincidence."
He looked directly into Jiuchen's eyes and said word for word, "I think this is more like someone directing and acting on their own, pretending to be a ghost!"
The whole audience took a deep breath.
Jian Hong's face changed drastically and he shouted sternly, "Lin Qingyang! He is your ancestor Nine Skies Sect, how can you be so rebellious!"
"Ancestor?" Lin Qingyang snorted coldly, "Nine Skies Sect Ancestor has been dead for five hundred years, and now someone randomly appears and says he is a god with a straight face, and you believe it all? Who knows what kind of thing is wearing a human skin!"
Jian Hong was choked to the point of being speechless. The monks present also looked at each other, and for a moment no one dared to speak. After all, Lin Qingyang was once the leader of the Nine Skies Sect. Even he himself did not recognize this ancestor, so how could others dare to interrupt.
Jiuchen looked at Lin Qingyang, with an imperceptible coldness flashing through his eyes, but his face still had that look of compassion. He slowly raised Nine Heavens Sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Cang Mo.
"The one who knowingly used Nine Heavens Sword to massacre all the Red Refining Sect family in one night was the monster next to you!" Jiuchen's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of coldness, "As the head of the Nine Skies Sect, you are always protecting and working with him!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was shocked.
"Red Refining Sect, was he the one who did it?!"
Jian Hong suddenly turned his head to look at Cang Mo. At the beginning of the Red Refining Sect tragedy, Immortal Alliance had suspected that Demon Clan was responsible, but had been suffering from the lack of evidence. Now that Jiuchen exposed it in public, that suspicion instantly turned into certainty.
"Lin Qingyang, is this true?" Jian Hong asked through gritted teeth.
Lin Qingyang frowned. What happened to the Red Refining Sect was indeed done by Cang Mo, but if he admitted it now, Cang Mo would definitely become the target of public criticism.
"It's empty talk and you just say it's true! Where's the evidence?" Lin Qingyang looked at Jiuchen coldly and asked without changing his expression.
Jiuchen looked at him, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You are stubborn and unrepentant!"
After that, he casually waved Nine Heavens Sword in his hand, and a bright golden sword energy went straight towards Lin Qingyang's face.
Cang Mo's body flashed and he rushed forward instantly. Howling Moon Saber swung a black sword light and collided with the golden light.
"Bang--!"
The air waves rolled, and many of the people watching were knocked to the ground, and even the disciples with cultivation were forced to retreat.
Cang Mo stared at Jiuchen fiercely, obviously angered by his attack on Lin Qingyang. Demonic Qi surged on Howling Moon Saber, and his whole body turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Jiuchen.
Jiuchen stood on the spot, and appeared in mid-air in a flash. The Nine Heavens Sword shadow flashed in his hand, and several golden sword shadows struck Cang Mo. Cang Mo raised the sword to block it, creating a wave of air that directly shattered the houses on both sides of the long street.
Cang Mo was shocked and took a few steps back. He stepped on Bluestone Slabs and made deep cracks. He then forced himself to stabilize his body and covered his chest with blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth.
But Jiuchen was still floating in the air, looking down at him like a god.
Jian Hong stared at Cang Mo. After hesitating in his eyes, he finally drew his sword out of its sheath with a look on his face and said loudly, "Divine Sword Mountain disciples listen to the order! Form a formation! Take down Demon King Cang Mo!"
"Yes!"
The surrounding Divine Sword Mountain disciples all drew out their long swords, and the cold sword light instantly surrounded the two of them.
Yun Zhan stood on the spot holding the sword, looked at Lin Qingyang with a complicated expression, and finally pulled out the sword.
"Let's see who dares!"
Lin Qingyang's eyes turned cold, and Windflower Sword made a clear sword sound in his hand. The sword energy brought up a strong wind and swept out against the ground, forcing the disciples who were close to him to stagger back. Yun Zhan stepped forward and blocked Lin Qingyang's sword energy with his sword.
"Lin Qingyang!" Jian Hong glared at him with a sullen face and said angrily, "Now that things have happened, you are still stubborn and making an enemy of the Human Clan for him!"
Lin Qingyang suppressed the surge in Spiritual Power's chest, held the long sword in front of him, and blocked Cang Mo. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You believe whatever other people say. With your brains, who dares to join you!"
"Lin Qingyang!" Jian Hong pointed at him, so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment.
Cang Mo looked at the thin back in front of him, his hand holding the knife tightened, and strong emotions surged in his eyes.
Surrounded by flashes of sword light, the comrades who were fighting the monster side by side just now were facing each other with swords in the blink of an eye.
Outside the crowd, Su Ruohuan looked anxious. Feng Shu Feng Yi held a sword and tried to squeeze in, but was blocked by Divine Sword Mountain's disciples.
Lin Qingyang looked past the heavy sword shadows and looked straight at Jiuchen in mid-air.
Through the chilly air, he could clearly see that a sarcastic sneer slowly appeared on Jiuchen's face, which was neither sad nor happy.