The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Chapter 284 Zhulu Mountain

It seems that in any martial arts story, the Demon Cult is an unavoidable topic.

The same is true for Jianghu in Snow, and the main altar of Demon Sect in Snow is established in Zhulu Mountain.

When the Zhulu Mountain Demon Sect was at its peak, it was rumored that there were 3 people in a mighty force, with a large number of talented people and a cloud of masters, who could obviously compete head-on with a small country.

Especially in the Jianghu before Jiazi, the Zhulu Mountain Demon Sect came out with six heavenly demons at once, either taking people's hearts and drinking wine, extracting yin and replenishing yang, or destroying people in a snap.

The power of the devil is great, when people in the Jianghu mention the Devil's Cult, everyone's face changes when they hear it!
At the same time, the ambition of the demon sect seems to be that it is not enough to dominate the martial arts world, but also to compete in the world. If the deer is lost in the Central Plains, the heroes of the world will fight for it. This is the meaning of Zhulu Mountain.

At this most dangerous time, Qi Xuanjiao, the Daoist of Longhu Mountain, was born, and he single-handedly wiped out the six heavenly demons on the Demon Slaying Platform.The Devil's Cult, which was in full swing, has never recovered from its fall, and has shrunk to Zhulu Mountain.

Lu Yuan came to the foot of Zhulu Mountain with "thousands of miles of blissful wind". Frankly speaking, the fierce and majestic Demon Cult Zhulu Mountain gave him the feeling... very ordinary.

Especially when he stood on top of the three thousand white jade steps on the main peak of Zhulu Mountain.

I only feel that the hundred-year-old demon sect is nothing more than that.

"Young man, if you take another step forward, you will be dead."

A middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance led more than twenty men to Lu Yuan.

These twenty or so people were dressed in a variety of styles. There were enchanting women who only wore colorful thin shirts in the winter, and there were young and handsome young people nestling in their arms.

There are rough men who simply wear their breasts exposed and wear a live snake as a belt around their waists, and there are old men in brocade clothes who are dozing off, their heads nodding like chickens pecking at rice...

How should I put it? At first glance, they all look like monsters from the Demon Cult.

On top of the three thousand white jade steps is the large bluestone throne of the leader of the Demon Cult.

However, no one has sat on this throne since Liu Songtao, the ninth generation leader of Zhulu Mountain, disappeared a hundred years ago.

According to the rules of the Demon Cult, the strong are respected!
Without a master capable of subduing the entire Demon Cult, the throne of the Demon Cult leader has remained vacant until today.

"Your Excellency can cross the three lines of defense at the foot of the mountain and go straight to the mountain gate, which shows that your martial arts are not weak."

The middle-aged man smiled softly and said, "I would like to advise you, don't make any mistakes!"

"Who are you?" Lu Yuan asked calmly, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Under Lu Linggui, the current protector of the Demon Sect." The middle-aged man Lu Linggui said.

Lu Yuan smiled and said: "I heard that the Zhulu Mountain Demon Sect is like a temple, with two kings and four princes, and a group of heroes. Your guardians are just doglegs serving them tea and water, and you are not qualified to talk to me."

Lu Linggui hadn't spoken yet, but the more than twenty Demon Cult demons behind him were obviously impatient.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Three people rushed out from the crowd first, a beautiful woman with colorful butterflies flying in front of her, a rough man dancing with a snake, and a drowsy old man in rich clothes.

These three people have fists, claws, or swords, their moves are vicious and fierce, their bodies are rolling with energy, and they are proficient in magic arts. They are obviously second-level little masters who can intimidate a party.

There was a "swish" sound, and the cold light of the sword!
This sword is like a cold star, like the silver glow of the cold moon, lonely and cold, flawless!
Lu Yuan only made one sword strike, and after this unpretentious sword strike, three cold corpses lay down in front of him.

"King Ancient Sword Su!" He saw the magic weapon in Lu Yuan's hand.Lu Linggui's expression changed dramatically: "Are you the sword crown of the Wu family of this generation?"

200 years ago, the swordsman Wu Doubing dominated the world for 40 years. He commanded the nine swords of the Wu family and countless haggard swordsmen, making the Wu family sword tomb famous.

In contrast, the Zhulu Mountain Demon Sect has long since declined, and the Wu Family Sword Crown is not someone he, the right protector of the Demon Sect, can offend.

"My name is Lu Yuan. I borrowed this sword from Wu Liuding." Lu Yuan returned the sword into its sheath and said, "Go away and call the person who can make the decision!"

"It turns out that Confucian Sword Immortal is here." Lu Ling sweated and said, "I'm going to invite some princes and princes here."

Who is the "Confucian Sword Immortal"?A future figurehead in the world as assessed by the New Wushu Review.How could such a master come to Zhulu Mountain alone?
Not even daring to clean up the corpses of several of his men, Lu Linggui hurriedly descended from the main peak of Zhulu Mountain.

Lu Yuan slowly walked to the big bluestone throne and sat down slowly.

To be honest, it doesn't feel too big, and the large bluestone chair surface can't be said to be very comfortable, but Lu Yuan can be sure.

This location, by coincidence, is where a spiritual eye in Zhulu Mountain is located.In other words, Lu Yuan's conditions for extracting earth vein dragon energy are met here.

"Hundreds of years of right and wrong, success or failure, are all in vain. Only immortality can be eternal." Lu Yuan sighed quietly.

"What's so good about longevity, there's no such thing as the joy of fish and water." An extremely charming female voice rang in Lu Yuan's ears.

Then, a jade-like beauty with a hairpin on her head came in, showing off all kinds of charm with every smile.

"What kind of Confucian swordsman are you? You're just a baby, and you dare to trespass on my mountain?"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and a strong man with an iron tower, nearly ten feet tall, stepped forward.

"How does that seat feel? The old man is very curious." The person who spoke was an old man wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, and his demeanor was very dignified.

In addition to these three people, three more powerful masters soon flew over.

The six people separated into six directions, forming a Liuhe trend, trapping Lu Yuan in it.

"Are you the two kings and four princes of this generation of Zhulu Mountain Demon Sect?" Lu Yuan said lightly.

"Confucian Sword Immortal, did you go to Zhulu Mountain to seek death?" said the strong man from the Iron Tower.

"One sword!" Lu Yuan spat out two words softly.

"What did you say?" said the strong man in the iron tower.

"If you don't die with one strike from me, I will spare your life!" Lu Yuan said.

"It's ridiculous! You're looking for death on your own, don't blame it..." Before the strong man in the iron tower finished speaking, a mighty sword energy shot out from the Su Wang sword in Lu Yuan's hand.

This sword drew a white rainbow in the air, and the sharp sword light was dazzling, pointing directly at the strong man in the iron tower.

"Magic Transformation Immortal Body!" The strong man in the iron tower suddenly changed his expression, his whole body rolled with energy, he pushed out his two palms, and took Lu Yuan's sword at the very moment.

"It's not over yet!" Lu Yuan smiled.

The majesty spreads three thousand miles across the sky!How could Lu Yuan's sword be so simple?

Even though this strong man with an iron tower has reached the first-rank diamond realm, he is still practicing the body training method of the demon sect, and his combat power is not weak at the diamond realm.

However, his opponent is Lu Yuan!

"Stab!"

Haoran's sword energy continued to flow, and finally penetrated the protective energy of the strong man in the iron tower, instantly repelling him and nailing him to the cliff a hundred feet away.

"The scenery here is very beautiful. I would like to stay for a few days and see the scenery. What do you think?" Lu Yuan asked with a smile.

The remaining five people felt chills running through their bodies. The strong man from the Iron Tower had enough martial arts to be ranked among the top few, but he was still not the enemy of Lu Yuan Yihe. What else could they say?

"Confucian Sword Immortal, please help yourself!" The old man wearing a dragon robe had a gloomy face.

"Very good. As expected, those who know the current affairs are heroes!" Lu Yuan popped out the King Su Sword in his hand.

The long sword flew across the sky, like a dragon, and was nailed under the three thousand white jade steps.

Then Lu Yuan's voice came: "Whoever steps in will die!"

(End of this chapter)