Greed, Hatred, and Delusion Become a Poison Dragon; the Poison Dragon Is Subdued and Made into a Flying Sword

All the masters on the battlefield were startled by that sword strike.

But if I had to say who left the deepest impression, it would be Yue Chunfeng.

Because that sword strike was delivered from behind him, it was too close, and the impact was too strong.

So much so that when the Demonic Sect sect experts sensed the death of the Master of Heavenly Lantern Pavilion, they were shocked and became on high alert.

Yue Chunfeng had already darted out.

The earth trembled, and his figure lunged diagonally into the sky!

Like a lean and agile Heavenly Wolf, breaking free from all the constraints of the earth, even the dust particles in the air that blocked its path were shattered by its pounce.

Light and small as a speck of dust, it didn't even have time to dissipate with the air.

It is evident that the Second Master, who is usually so gentle and kind, unleashed an incredibly powerful force at this moment.

He certainly wanted to unleash his full power and attack the Demonic Sect, but his deepest instincts were also urging him to stay as far away from that sword strike as possible!

Good heavens! Although we are fellow Daoists, no cultivator could tolerate having such a dangerous sword strike right next to their back.

Yue Chunfeng charged towards the red mist of the Hehuan Sect.

As soon as he left his position, Chu Tianshu's figure was fully exposed to the sight of the Demonic Sect sect members high in the sky.

However, the first reaction of all the members of the Demonic Sect who saw Chu Tianshu was a stinging, slightly painful sensation in their eyes.

Before they could even see Chu Tianshu's face clearly, they felt that Chu Tianshu Shu was radiating a transparent, needle-like killing intent.

Clang!!

Chu Tianshu's eyes were clear and bright as he pointed his sword at the enemy formation.

With the sword tip pointing forward, the sword and the man together shot straight into the sky like a jewel-like cloud.

Yue Chunfeng lunged out diagonally, not directly at the sword formation formed by the Spirit Mountain Hall disciples.

Chu Tianshu shot straight into the sky, forcefully breaking into the sword formation.

But those jade hairpin flying swords, whether afterimages or real objects, could not stop him at all.

He simply pointed his longsword straight forward, his wrist incredibly steady.

Each time his longsword collided with the jade hairpin flying sword, his wrist did not tremble at all; all that could be heard was the sound of the jade hairpin breaking and afterimages flying everywhere.

Among the many disciples of the Spirit Mountain Hall, twenty or thirty suddenly turned deathly pale.

That pallor stood out starkly against the dark robes of the many disciples of the Spirit Mountain Hall.

Even those whose minds were wounded couldn't help but move their eyes, trying their best to use their own light to follow that emerald sword Sword Radiance.

They were all swordsmen, their swordsmanship imbued with a murderous intent and a pure passion.

The sword that severed their jade hairpins, however, was more murderous and pure than their flying sword.

Chu Tianshu leaped forward and pierced through the formation with a single sword strike, the tip of his sword aimed directly at the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall.

The Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall sat cross-legged amidst dark clouds, his posture dignified and upright, with neither sword nor hairpin at his side.

Suddenly, the brightness of the surrounding world dimmed.

A black sword tip emerged from the center of the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall's forehead and rapidly extended.

A complete black divine sword flew out from his forehead, appearing to be a solid entity without any trace of illusion.

The black sword moved with lightning speed, striking the tip of Chu Tianshu's longsword in a flash of inspiration.

Sword tip to sword tip.

Black and emerald needle-like rays of light, mixed together, burst outwards from the small point where the two swords collided.

The surrounding mountains and rivers, spanning a radius of ten miles, were all illuminated by these two strange lights.

Whether they were disciples of the Heavenly Wolf Sect or members of a branch of the Demonic Sect, they could clearly see beams of light sweeping across them and the surrounding scenery.

The ability to perceive light as lines is usually only seen when the air is polluted.

However, if the power contained in the light is too pure, then even if the surrounding environment is of good quality and the air is fresh, these rays of light will be perceived as lines.

However, these pure rays of light did not seem to cause any physical damage.

Only the living can feel a sudden surge of hatred and coldness in their hearts, and then a sudden warmth, as if life is surging within them.

"Your sword light is also adept at catalyzing the power of the soul. Just who are you?"

The Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall's eyes gleamed brightly, and although his arms were only resting on his knees, they were completely tense, and his clothes bulged.

It is evident that although his body remained still, he had fully utilized his mental energy.

"Tianyin Temple's practice of Qi cultivation and body refinement regards the Spirit Mountain Heart Sword Art as a side branch, which clearly shows that some ancient Buddhist scriptures, rich in profound philosophy, believe that mind is the true essence of Buddhism."

"Today, I will use the orthodox teachings of Buddhism to confront you, you Outer Dao!"

Both types of light lasted only a moment before disappearing completely.

The two swords simultaneously deflected their tips, thrusting, slashing, and parrying from various angles in a swift exchange.

Different points on the blade collided thousands of times in the blink of an eye.

The Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall's sword looks like it doesn't need to be held by hand, which is a huge advantage.

However, he could clearly sense that Chu Tianshu held the sword in his hand so that, at the moment of each clash, he could use his heart...

With keen sensitivity to all aspects of qi and body, it can detect certain fluctuations and identify the flaws in the black divine sword.

Therefore, the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall controlled his sword with his mind.

With each change in sword movement, not only must the technique change, but the focus of one's mind on the sword and the frequency of Mind Power must also change.

"Om! Mani Padme Hum!!"

As the two swords clashed, the sound of incantations rang out.

It seems to be the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall chanting a mantra.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that it was the black divine sword that emitted the chanting sound during each collision and retreat.

The black sword was covered with a large number of ancient and archaic scripture characters.

In the dim surroundings, numerous golden characters began to appear, each flickering and appearing intermittently.

The chanting grew increasingly solemn and grand, as if thousands upon thousands of people in some distant place were singing endlessly, their voices lingering long afterward.

Chu Tianshu stood tall in the sky, wielding his divine sword with ease, but at this moment he felt the surrounding interference growing heavier and the sources of interference increasing.

Each gold lettering is a source of interference.

"Quiet down! Stop making such a racket!"

The emerald light on Chu Tianshu's sword was completely concealed, and the silver-white blade was as smooth as a mirror.

Suddenly, a cluster of pure, Ruyu red flames lit up at the tip of the longsword.

In the firelight, it seemed as if a tiny figure was punching at an extremely fast speed, so fast that there seemed to be no continuous process between each movement.

Like hundreds of silhouettes, constantly changing.

But this violent, chaotic, and disorderly boxing style suddenly calmed down at the end, with the palms clasped together.

Storming Shaolin Temple with Divine Fist, Samadhi Power Hand Seal.

In Chu Tianshu's current Mountain Collapse Divine Sword, the true meaning of this Samadhi appears even more precise and complete.

Stillness, composure, wisdom.

In the silhouette amidst the crimson flames, at the instant the palms were clasped together.

The surrounding clouds and sky, all the restless, flickering, and faintly visible golden characters, all came to a standstill.

The red dot lit up in the very center of the characters and then burst into flames, turning all the scripture characters into clusters of palm-sized red flames.

Someone brandished a sword like a red lantern, and for a moment, in the dim clouds, all the lanterns shone brightly.

Upon seeing this divine sword, the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall felt inexplicably ashamed and annoyed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Zha! Zha! Zha!!"

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and roared three times, his roar as swift as the wind and as fierce as thunder.

In Buddhism, this word is called the Great Wisdom Sound, which shakes the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, and touches upon all afflictions and evil thoughts.

The high monk used this syllable to evoke evil thoughts, which were then manifested and subsequently eliminated; he used it to trigger and stimulate them.

Even Chu Tianshu felt his murderous aura surge upon hearing such a voice.

He originally had a square scarf on his head to tie his hair into a bun, but now the bun was loose, his long hair was dancing wildly, and only a little bit of the square scarf was left connecting it to the bun.

The handkerchief fluttered diagonally, rustling in the murderous wind.

Taking advantage of this murderous aura, he drew his sword with a furious glare, seemingly with even greater power.

But this thought couldn't shake his entire state of mind. A hint of doubt flashed through his mind, and the Sanqi Divine Sword turned from offense to defense, standing upright in front of him.

The black divine sword shot out violently.

Although the Three-Seven Sword blocked the attack firmly, it still managed to force Chu Tianshu to slide back.

At this moment, the waters of Heavenly Lake surged with great waves, and a figure broke through the water and flew out.

Yue Gude killed several more elders of the Heavenly Lantern Pavilion underwater before handing the rest over to Fang Wuchen and the others for disposal.

As soon as he emerged from the water, he saw Chu Tianshu being forced back by the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall. He immediately let out a long roar, flew into the clouds, and struck the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall with his staff.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

When the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall saw Yue Gude, he laughed instead of getting angry, and another black sword flew out from his forehead.

The black sword and the wooden staff clashed, each striking the other.

Yue Gude roused himself, unleashing the divine power of the medicinal stones, his staff growing heavier and heavier, as did his black sword.

They fought three times in a row, and the two sides remained evenly matched.

Chu Tianshu also felt the black sword pushing him backward growing stronger, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Greed, anger, and ignorance transform into a poisonous dragon; subdue this poisonous dragon with the sword of your heart!"

The Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall chanted a long chant, his figure gracefully rising to the ground. The crown on his head exploded, and a black sword flew out from the center of his skull, hovering in the air.

With a flick of his wrists, he formed a sword-like gesture and spread his arms to the sides.

The black sword split into two parts.

It divides into two, then into four, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, growing ever larger with each division.

Soon, the sky seemed to be filled with black divine swords everywhere.

These swords have a realistic texture, but with the slightest movement, they disappear without a trace, vanishing from the sky.

Yue Chunfeng was fighting within the red mist, but he couldn't see anyone, only bells clashing against the tip of his pen.

Suddenly a black sword appeared, swept away the bell, and with a whirlwind, slashed at his writing brush.

Yue Chunfeng was both shocked and furious. Just as he was about to retaliate, the black sword had already disappeared.

"The Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall? He's fighting with Fellow Daoist Chu and my elder brother, how could he possibly be distracted?"

On the other side, Yue Tianchi was fighting the Poison God when he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and clasped his hands together.

A black sword, which had appeared out of nowhere, was held in his large, thick palm.

But the sword, sharp at the front and thick at the back, heavy and slippery, could not be moved forward. So it retracted backward, slipped from his hand, and disappeared.

The disciples of the Spirit Mountain Hall, Ten Thousand Poisons Grotto, Hehuan Sect, and Heavenly Wolf Sect were almost all terrified by the black sword.

They appeared and disappeared without a trace, striking and disappearing in an instant. No one died by their swords, but everyone's mind was shaken.

Among the Sixteen Mountains of Heavenly Lake, a monk with a round head, a broad face, and cheeks bulging like a toad, dressed in a blue kasaya, was originally spying on the battlefield.

He was hiding himself very well, and was preparing to sneak up on the Poison God to launch a surprise attack and help his fellow disciples of the Heavenly Wolf Sect to subdue demons and monsters.

However, the person he harbored the deepest resentment towards was not the Poison God, but the Ling Shan Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall Tianyin Temple.

He knew that the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall was familiar with almost all the Buddhist teachings he practiced, so a sneak attack on the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall would be unlikely to be effective. That's why he chose the Poison God.

"Amitabha Buddha! That fellow Daoist killed the Master of Heavenly Lantern Pavilion with a single sword strike. I thought that was already unparalleled bravery. How come this traitor can be so valiant now?!"

When the monk saw the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall suddenly unleash his divine power, his expression changed, and he was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, a bitter taste that was hard to describe.

A black sword appeared out of thin air and slashed down at the bald man.

The monk hurriedly raised his prayer beads to block the attack.

With a loud bang, the monk felt an immense force pressing down on him, and half of his body was crushed into the mountainside.

"Puff!"

Blood trickled from the monk's mouth; it was unbelievable.

His hiding methods were ingenious; this location was more than ten miles away from the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall.

He was wounded with a single sword strike from more than ten miles away; how vast must the difference in their abilities be?

Moreover, at this moment, the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall's sword light split, and he was simultaneously fighting against many people.

"Something's not right. If this traitor really had such strength, why didn't he show it earlier?"

The monk suddenly sensed something was amiss, as if he were trying to grasp something.

High in the sky, Chu Tianshu already had the answer.

Those black swords that startled both sides on the battlefield.

At least 90% of them flew back into the air and overlapped with the sword that Chu Tianshu was facing.

"It's negative emotion. Anyone who harbors feelings of fear, anger, or hatred towards the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall will be used by him for his own purposes. The more intense the hatred, the greater the power he can draw upon."

Chu Tianshu's mind raced, "Swallow ten thousand hatreds, transform into ten thousand swords?!"

No, this method doesn't seem to draw power directly from people's hatred.

Only the hatred of these people can have a bit more power.

It's more like using hatred as a qualification, a medium, and through a mysterious transformation, exchanging power for the various malevolent energies that already exist in the world, transforming it into the shape of a sword.

Chu Tianshu was right.

In fact, the key to this transformation lies in the Black Dragon Heart Sword, forged from the Blood-Devouring Primordial Stone.

The Blood-Devouring Primordial Stone inherently possesses the power to devour essence and blood, and to transform malevolent forces.

After being forged into a sword by the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall, it became even more mysterious. It was said that the sword was formed by borrowing evil spirits from the ancient world with greed, anger and ignorance, hence the name "Black Dragon Heart Sword".

Without this sword, even the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall wouldn't be able to use this technique.

He had not yet fully mastered the technique and become one with the sword, so he originally intended to keep this move hidden until he had perfected it and could defeat Wu Shanjun in one fell swoop.

"While your swordsmanship is exquisite, in terms of the subtlety of your mental manipulation, I am still superior."

The Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall stared intently at Chu Tianshu, and spoke again.

"Zha! Zha!"

Chu Tianshu suddenly loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

The Sanqi technique operates spontaneously, twisting the sword in mid-air and using a fighting style to entangle the black sword.

Chu Tianshu had descended a hundred feet in an instant, reaching the same height as the two mountain peaks, with his arms outstretched.

Two emerald green silk threads, as swift as Sword Qi, shot out from his index fingers, striking the rocks and splitting into a net that stuck to a large section of the mountain.

"Zha, you're such a jerk!"

Chu Tianshu raised his eyebrows, paused in mid-air, and then joined two fingers together, fusing the silk threads together without any hindrance.

With mountains as pillars and silkworm silk as a musical instrument.

In the blink of an eye, he plucked the strings with his left hand and strummed them with his right. The ripples of the Mountain Collapse Combat Calculation spread far and wide. This time, however, he was not going to collapse the mountain, but rather to play a melody with it.

Thump!!

White waves surge over Heavenly Lake, and the mountains roar with life.

In an instant, it drowned out all other noises, so that almost no one could hear the third "Zha" from the Hall Master of Spirit Mountain Hall.