175: Depressed Black Sky arrives at the Golden House

“Boom, boom, boom!”

In the Void Realm, thousands of feet high, two Mountain and Sea Realm powerhouses fiercely battled.

“Ah, Space Confinement Formation!”

Om, om, om, om.

In the Void Realm, Formation Flags, swirling with black and white Qi, directly confined the dozens of miles where the two were fighting.

Moreover.

The Formation Flags, Magic Treasures for this confinement Formation, were of an extremely high Rank, at least reaching the Saint Soldier level.

From the Void Realm, the astonished cry of Black Heaven Demon Lord was heard.

Clearly.

Old Swindler Gongyang’s arrival, all of this, was premeditated.

And the goal was directly his life.

This filled him with shock and anger.

“Black Heaven Demon Fiend Fist!”

Within the Formation’s range, the Void Realm was as solid as gold.

Originally, this fist light should have torn through the Void Realm, striking the opponent.

However.

At this moment, it could only carve a dark crack in the Void Realm, and the large fist, covered in black scales, rumbled and crushed.

“Chii!”

The long sword was wreathed in black and white Qi.

One sword strike.

Chila.

The supreme-grade Saint Soldier was incredibly sharp; the sword light surged with the wind, and its sharpness seemed to split heaven and earth.

The Black Heaven Demon Fiend Fist was naturally no exception.

It was directly cut open.

“Clang, clang, clang~”

The sound, like metal clashing, resounded throughout the heavens.

Black Heaven’s fist was also equipped with Saint Soldier-level gauntlets crafted from Dragon claws.

However.

His gauntlets were merely Low Grade Saint Soldiers.

Old Swindler Gongyang frantically slashed sword lights at him, and he could only resist with his fist light.

In fact.

Black Heaven discovered that tiny cracks had appeared on his Saint Soldier gauntlets.

This caused him immense heartache.

He even had several bloody holes pierced into his body.

“Come help quickly.”

Black Heaven Demon Lord turned his head, looking towards the distant dark Void Realm.

He knew that the powerhouses of his Black Demon Sect were there, observing from the sidelines.

“Heh heh, he’s anxious. Isn’t he still acting cool now?”

“Heh, it’s about time this kid tasted some hardship, otherwise, he really wouldn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.”

“My silly darling, is following someone like this really promising?”

.....

However, facing Black Heaven Demon Lord’s plea for help.

The few Black Demon Sect powerhouses within this black cloud remained calm.

They even showed expressions of mockery.

Watching Black Heaven being abused, they felt utterly comfortable.

As for truly standing by and doing nothing, that was not the case.

After all, his Black Demon Sect and the Yin Yang Sect had been in contention and friction for a long time.

When they met, they were basically like fire and water.

However, just now, because Black Heaven had angered them, and the latter had not yet reached a dead end.

So, they were full of satisfaction and temporarily had no intention of directly intervening.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

The sounds of clashing continued, and Black Heaven was utterly depressed.

It seemed he had gone a bit overboard with his showboating just now.

Indeed, what goes around comes around.

“Old geezer Gongyang, are you crazy? What exactly is it that you want to fight me to the death over?”

Black Heaven Demon Lord was wreathed in dark Devilish Qi.

His eyes filled with angry flames, he shouted loudly.

“Hmph hmph, damn it, at this point, you’re still playing dumb with this old Daoist!”

Old Swindler Gongyang’s hair stood on end, he scolded angrily.

I understand your grandmother.

Black Heaven Demon Lord really wanted to vomit blood.

The quality of the supreme-grade Saint Soldier was far superior to his Low Grade Saint Soldier.

The strength of the two of them was originally not far apart, but at this moment, he could be said to have completely fallen into a disadvantage, with wounds all over his body and blood splattering.

He was in an utterly pathetic state.

This scene.

Naturally fell into the eyes of the Black Demon Sect Genius who had come to seek mentorship.

“Tsk, is he really a famous teacher?”

Someone raised a question.

“Hmph, some people may not be strong, but they are skilled at teaching Disciples.”

The baby-faced beauty also wavered in her heart.

He was too weak!

He was completely being pressed into the ground and rubbed.

However, thinking of the terrifying Genius ranked fourth on the Qilin Ranking, her wavering heart became much firmer.

“Oh~”

The others could only respond in kind.

“Puff, puff, puff~”

Black Heaven Demon Lord suffered new injuries.

This made the tyrannical Aura in his eyes grow even denser.

But it was useless.

Old Swindler Gongyang just kept hacking at him with his sword.

“Old geezer Gongyang, I just came out of seclusion. I truly don’t know. If you continue to be so unreasonable, I’d rather be severely injured than let you off easy!”

Black Heaven shouted.

Old Swindler Gongyang was also tired of hacking.

“I’m being unreasonable?”

Gongyang snorted coldly, looking down at Black Heaven.

“Your Disciple actually cut off one of my Disciple’s arms! A Disciple’s debt is repaid by the master. If I don’t come for you, who do I go for?!”

The more Old Swindler Gongyang thought about it, the angrier he got.

His Disciple was the Second Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, and he had placed great hopes on him.

If Cold Wu Xie could become the First Saint in the future.

And even marry Qian Muxue as his Dao Companion.

Then, the entire Yin Yang Sect would belong to them, master and Disciple, in the future.

However.

A few days ago, his Disciple, Cold Wu Xie, actually lost.

Moreover, he had an arm severed by the Disciple of the one known as Black Heaven Demon Lord.

His strength and Dao Heart were damaged.

Cutting off someone’s path to immortal cultivation was no different from killing them.

Therefore, unable to find Li Luo, he naturally came to Black Heaven Demon Lord to settle the score.

“My Disciple?”

“no heart?”

Black Heaven Demon Lord was stunned for a moment.

Recently, no heart had been with him, having integrated a semi-Saint bone.

How could he have severed Old Swindler Gongyang’s Disciple’s arm?

Black Heaven was a bit confused.

He wanted to vomit!

Who am I, where am I?

......

Of course, the instigator of all this.

Li Luo had set up the ancient Formation patterns in Old Swindler’s courtyard to conceal his Aura.

Then, he and Young Miss Wen Zhao used the Divine Soul Fusion Method to jointly explore the Literary Saint Legacy within Wen Zhao’s Sea of Consciousness space.

“Have you not seen, the waters of the Yellow River come from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!”

Boom.

Talent Qi enveloped him.

Li Luo holding Wen Zhao’s small hand, a peculiar sensation enveloped the two of them.

However, Li Luo had no time to savor it.

Classic poems flowed continuously from his mouth.

“Have you not seen, in the bright mirror in the high hall, one grieves over white hair, morning like black silk, evening like snow!”

Boom, boom.

Talent Qi, like a Dragon, roared, resisting the terrifying Literary Saint pressure.

“What magnificent and grand sentences.”

“What profound and heroic sentiments!”

Beside him.

Wen Zhao’s Divine Soul looked at Li Luo’s Infant God, her eyes sparkling with reverence and curiosity.

This young man was too mysterious.

Moreover, his Talent Qi was ten, even a hundred times stronger than hers!

The shattered Talent Qi merged into Li Luo’s Confucian Dao Realm.

He could feel that his second level of Confucian Dao, Continuously Writing Spring and Autumn, was constantly improving and had reached a Bottleneck.

He only needed one more step.

He would then be able to enter the third level.

However.

Li Luo was not in a hurry, because he knew.

The Dao of Confucianism emphasizes accumulation and gradual progress, where success comes naturally when conditions are ripe.

So, he led Wen Zhao, continuously climbing the stairs of books.

Settling, accumulating.

Only waiting for that final eruption.

“Nine hundred ninety-eight!”

At this moment, Li Luo, holding Wen Zhao, had already reached the very top of the book path.

With just one more step, they would truly arrive before the Golden House!

“Ancient Saints and sages were all lonely, only drinkers left their names!”

“Call your son to exchange for fine wine, and with you, I shall dispel a myriad of ancient sorrows!”

Boom, boom, boom, boom~~

As Li Luo’s voice fell.

The entire ocean of books churned, and the book mountain path vibrated.

They took one step, finally arriving before the Golden House.