"Southwest seven hundred meters!"

Before the words fell, the Blood Nuo Master Ba Dazha leaped out.

This old sorcerer was originally part of the Tian Family's Nuotan, inheriting the "Eight Great Gods" Magic Veins, mastering the "Tima Divine Song," once dominating the eighteen villages of Ba Shu.

The art of the Nuo Master was originally meant to exorcise evil and pray for blessings, but this person was obsessed with the homicidal techniques of Evil Technique, soaking the ancestral Master Blade in blood, fusing it with the Miaojiang's "Teng Skill," the Maitreya Sect's "Blood Lotus Technique," and the "Lu Ban Skill," creating the "Blood Nuo Thirteen Styles."

Due to losing control while practicing Evil Technique, several Tu Clan villages were destroyed, earning him a notorious reputation that compelled Chen Jianxian to personally hunt him down.

However, this guy was cunning, using Secret Techniques to fake death several times to escape, and he was under the protection of "King Shu," preserving his life.

Because of this, he particularly hated Chen Jianxian.

Having escaped once before, he didn't want to miss this chance.

This old sorcerer was the leader of the Southwest Evil Dao under King Shu's command, notorious for his fierce power. With a single order, a dozen skilled individuals and a team of Black Feather Guards charged out of the temple with him.

Disguised as "Guan Gong," Situ Qian secretly observed with a side glance.

Truthfully, the Blood Nuo Master's unauthorized pursuit was somewhat reckless, especially without permission, making it a potential hidden danger.

But to his surprise, "King Shu" merely glanced indifferently and didn't care, standing with hands behind his back, surveying the surroundings.

Situ Qian lowered his head, the doubt in his eyes intensifying...

Meanwhile, the Blood Nuo Master and his men moved swiftly, heading southwest out of Wuhou Temple, quickly finding their target.

In the depths of the snow-covered bamboo forest, there stood a magic platform, set with Four Directions Banner and offering the Mountain and River Map.

This was the Cheng Family's Flying Sword Altar.

Controlling the flying sword isn't just waving a hand and taking a head from thousands of meters away; it requires setting up a platform.

It requires personal cultivation and assistance from a magic platform.

But now, the platform was already "blown," the Four Directions Banner slanted, the Mountain and River Map shattered, even the incense burner split in two, scattering ash all over the ground.

There were also bloodstains on the ground, likely a backlash from an attempt to destroy the magic sword by the spell caster, with chaotic footprints leading into the distant mountains and forests.

A bird call sounded, and a black hawk soared into the sky, swirling in the air.

"Sir, he's already far away."

The Black Feather Guard leader who accompanied him respectfully clasped his hands.

The Blood Nuo Master Ba Dazha ignored him, pulling out the blood-colored curved blade from his waist, directly lifting the patch of blood-stained snow.

"Ma na li da, ge mo la sa..."

As he chanted the incantation, black mist rose on the curved blade, the snow melting rapidly, and the patch of blood was strangely absorbed by the blade.

This was his sinister magic artifact, the Blood Master Blade.

This blade is bloodthirsty, utilizing blood as a medium to cast spells, but it also has taboos: on the fifteenth of every month, it must be drenched with the blood of virgins, or it will backfire.

The Blood Nuo Master took good care of this blade, naturally.

He chanted the mantra while raising the quivering blood blade towards the distance and gave it a sudden shake.

Whoosh~

In an instant, a strong wind swept around.

A dense scent of blood rushed towards the distance.

"All right, he can't escape!"

There was a trace of bloodlust flashing in Ba Dazha's cloudy old eyes, coldly smiling as he prepared to continue the pursuit.

"Sir!"

The Black Feather Guard leader was anxious, clasping his hands: "The Prince's side is more important; what if it's a trick to lure the tiger from the mountain..."

"Nonsense!"

Ba Dazha suddenly turned, coldly saying, "You guys don't know who he is... just follow me, the Prince's side will be fine."

With that, he leapt out, surrounded by the strong wind.

The Black Feather Guard leader was a bit puzzled but ultimately had to follow through with gritted teeth.

They galloped their horses, surprisingly slower than Ba Dazha, passing through the dense forest, finally spotting two black shadows supporting someone as they dashed down the distant hillside...

Meanwhile, in Wuhou Temple,

The "Joyful God's Wandering" for today was completely over, and as the public saw the Shu Prince Mansion's people no longer giving out money, they dispersed with a little fear.

Even the dullest could tell,

the Shu Prince Mansion wasn't holding a ritual today,

but intended to kill!

Despite the risk, today's gains were significant; an old man had cut a piece of Red Rope from the Wuhou Temple tree, threaded it with the "Joyful God Money," and cautiously placed it around his grandson's neck.

This was also one of the customs in Shu.

Seeing all this, a smile appeared on King Shu's lips, and after the public had dispersed, he immediately instructed: "When we return, release the remaining money and spread the word that on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, wearing the Joyful God Money to Qingyang Palace will bring continuous good fortune this year."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Chief Eunuch Liu Gonggong bowed with a trembling body.

As the palace's general manager, he saw and heard more and could easily guess that the current "King Shu" was no longer the original.

But he was smart enough to play dumb.

This was also his reason for still being alive.

Yet now, he vaguely sensed something ominous.

These things were better left unknown.

King Shu involving him clearly indicated murderous intent...

Just as anxiety stirred in his heart, King Shu suddenly turned, looking towards the roof of the Three Loyalties Temple, his eyes narrowing with seriousness.

On the roof, three figures were already standing there, led by an old Daoist with blind eyes, who was the Dao-worn Cheng Jianxian.

Beside him were two others.

One was the Mingshanzi of the Cheng Family.

Another was unexpectedly Ling Yunzi, who had previously hosted Li Yan on Qingcheng Mountain.

The Qingcheng Mountain reinforcements had finally arrived!

"Take action!"

Beside King Shu was a team of Black Feather Guards; no longer concealing themselves, they ripped off their red robes, simultaneously drawing the Divine Fire Gun from the ceremonial stand, aiming at the sky.

But before they could pull the trigger, silhouettes in Daoist robes appeared on the outer wall of Wuhou Temple, waving their magic swords, all pointing in unison.

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