Just as Lord Li Gou began extorting people, the yellow shadow disappeared and headed southeast, far away in the direction of the capital city.
An old man in a yellow robe with white hair appeared on the official road east of Qinghe County, moving swiftly towards the capital city.
He was on his way to the capital city to meet with the Yellow Immortal's family from the White Mountain and Black Water.
On this night, the five immortal families joined forces with various factions, determined to break the Demon Suppression Bureau, open the path to the Yellow Springs, and destroy the capital city.
In the original plan, the semi-demonic face of the Monkey Soul was supposed to completely demonize the auspicious beast Xuan Niu. After blood-sacrificing Qinghe County, they would kill their way to the capital city together.
With the entire county, tens of thousands of people, it would be enough for this demon to reach the third-rank realm.
The opponent was the Demon Suppression Bureau, and every bit of strength increased the chances of success.
Unfortunately, three months of planning were disrupted by the Demon Suppression Bureau's lackeys.
It was also his fault. For the sake of a spiritual herb - the Seven Star Silver Grass, where the Xuan Niu was born, he didn't go to protect it.
It couldn't be said to be a loss; the Seven Star Silver Grass was enough for him to step into the half-step first-rank realm. Once in that realm, his strength alone could support the fortune of the White Mountain and Black Water's five immortal families.
That was also the reason for his hesitation at the time - whether to go to the capital city or destroy a group of lackeys and return directly to the White Mountain and Black Water to seek a breakthrough.
If it weren't for the juniors in the family lurking in the north of the capital city, where their spiritual flames were extinguished one after another, he would have rushed into Qinghe County long ago to kill those lackeys and vent his frustration.
"These bastards who time their actions so well, damn it."
The old man was very annoyed.
A bit earlier, and he would have had time to kill those bastards.
A bit later, and they would have turned into demons.
At this just-right moment, the feeling of failing at the last moment almost made him spit blood.
More than twenty of the best young talents in the family, their spiritual flames extinguished when he collected the Seven Star Silver Grass.
Without caring about anything else, at this moment, he was already with disheveled hair, only wanting to go to the capital city to crush the murderer who dared to kill his descendants.
It could only be said that Chen Xuanze and his group were exceptionally fortunate.
Just as it was getting dark, on the official road twenty miles northwest of the inner city of Kyoto, the galloping old man with white hair suddenly stopped.
This place was only five miles away from the outer edge of Kyoto, and not far away was the surging Grand Canal.
It wasn't that the old man was tired and wanted to rest, but a young man in white robes stood on the official road a hundred meters away, in mid-air.
The young man had silver hair fluttering, with sword-like eyebrows.
The white robe billowed in the wind, emitting a faint glow, obviously not an ordinary item.
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Not to mention the three white jade buckles hanging on the silver belt, resembling three stars in the night sky.
The newcomer was none other than the Commander-in-Chief of the Demon Suppression Bureau, the Commander Gao.
The old man stopped his body, activated his magical power, and floated into the air.
The yellow light and shadow reached the sky, flickering unpredictably in the night sky.
A lifelike white and yellow weasel dharma image, nearly a hundred meters tall, seemed to solidify within the play of light and shadows.
This aura unmistakably belonged to the second-rank realm of the demonic clan, a dharma image encompassing heaven and earth, a grandmaster with over 1,500 years of cultivation.
The yellow-robed old man was none other than Huang Jiuchong, the leader of the five immortal families in the White Mountain and Black Water beyond the border. His reputation had echoed through the White Mountain and Black Water for more than three hundred years, making him a renowned figure.
A hoarse and heavy roar resonated in the night sky, "Gao Lamei, did you kill fifteen juniors in my clan? Are you in such a hurry to have your other leg broken by me?"
Gao Lamei, floating in the air, remained composed and chuckled softly, "Huang Jiuchong, you bullied me when I was young, and today, use your life to settle the score. Spare the nonsense, hurry up and go below to meet your descendants."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white tiger dharma image manifested behind him, transforming rapidly into nine silver chains that swiftly encased Huang Jiuchong in the void.
The chains tightened gradually, immobilizing Huang Jiuchong and his dharma image.
Huang Jiuchong was not panicked. He had encountered this void confinement technique before, which was somewhat unreasonable and unavoidable.
However, with Gao Lamei's second-rank Daoist cultivation, it could at most trap him for three breaths. After that, it would be the time for Gao Lamei's demise.
Against a second-rank Daoist facing a demonic being who had reached this realm for a century, it was not a fair match.
Watching this familiar technique, Huang Jiuchong, enraged, burst into laughter. The laughter echoed like rolling thunder, "Hahaha, using the 'Horse-Tripping Rope' again? No new tricks, huh? Well, today, I'll use your dog head to commemorate our clan's children!"
As the laughter echoed, Huang Jiuchong's magical power surged, and his dharma image roared in intense struggle.
The nine white tiger dharma image chains trembled violently, producing a continuous 'buzzing' sound.
One breath passed, and one chain 'cracked' and broke.
At the end of the second breath, another chain 'cracked.'
In the third breath, two chains 'cracked, cracked' in succession.
This outcome was beyond Huang Jiuchong's estimation. However, at most, two more breaths, and the void confinement technique could be broken.
At this moment, after Gao Lamei completed the activation of his technique, a flash of red light shot out from the sleeve of his black robe, rapidly flying into the night sky, disappearing from view.
In an instant, a red streak, like the Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky, fell straight towards Huang Jiuchong, lasting for a long time.
Huang Jiuchong's dharma image, along with the void confinement chains, was severed inch by inch, and the flying fragments dissipated into rolling spiritual energy, returning to the surrounding heaven and earth.
"You, you, half-step first-rank? This, this is impossible! Tell me, why is the White Mountain Rock Sparrow in your hands?" Huang Jiuchong's voice grew weaker.
Until the final trace of red disappeared, and the red light swiftly returned, hovering beneath Gao Lamei's feet.
Shaking his head, Gao Lamei disappeared into the night sky.
The increasingly distant voice came faintly, "Do you think I'm crippled, Huang Lamei?"
The gleam in the eyes of the white and yellow weasel gradually dimmed. He saw the red light under the flickering silver figure heading straight towards the north of Kyoto.
That was the treasure of the White Mountain and Black Water, the seventh of the Nine Swords of Kyushu, the White Mountain Rock Sparrow.
After watching for a long time, his eyes, now murky, Huang Jiuchong sighed deeply, "Ah."
Then, as if accepting the situation, he muttered to himself, "A thousand years of cultivation in vain, poor five immortals trapped in Qionglu. To die under the Rock Sparrow today, all calculations become a joke. What was all this for?"
At this moment, his dharma image shattered, his soul dissipated, leaving only the last trace of spirituality sustaining his physical body floating in the air.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two-meter-long white weasel's corpse fell heavily from the sky onto the official road.
Black mist surged from its body, and in the rolling black clouds, the head and body slowly separated.
Huang Jiuchong, the contemporary leader of the White Mountain and Black Water, the current patriarch of the Huang Immortal family, a second-rank great demon, fell under the sword of the White Mountain Rock Sparrow on the northwest official road of Kyoto.
In a short while, the severed body turned into black ashes, scattered over an area of hundreds of meters.
The seventh of the Nine Swords of Kyushu, the White Mountain Rock Sparrow, had a crimson sword body and originated from the volcano on the White Mountain.
Under its blade, no corpses were left, and everything was incinerated.
In the coming spring, this place would flourish with abundant vegetation.