510: C510 Good and Evil Are Irreconcilable

C510 Good and Evil Are Irreconcilable

3The last time Ye Motian joined forces with the Western Region's demonic monks to destroy the Shaolin Temple, he almost succeeded. The abbot, Master Hui Bei, was a wise man, but his cultivation base was always a little bit weaker. He couldn't hold the position of the alliance master of the martial arts world.

But who would have thought that the Shaolin Temple's foundation was so deep? The Ground Sweeping Monk in the depository of scriptures was actually a Soul Formation expert. With just a single palm strike, Ye Motian was scared out of his wits. It took him a lot of effort to save his life.

However, he was worthy of being the leader of a sect. After recovering from his serious injuries, he quickly regained his composure. His perseverance alone was much greater than that of ordinary cultivators.

"Lu Fann, it is said that your cultivation base has been crippled, and you are dragging your crippled body into seclusion. It seems that the rumors are not entirely true. An extraordinary person like you, are you really here to plant vegetables?"

He glanced at Lu Fann's knee and found that although this old man was in a wheelchair and did not have any cultivation base, he did not lose his ability to move, which made him a little worried.

"Ye Motian! One should take responsibility for his own actions. I was the one who advocated eliminating the Devil Cult. It has nothing to do with Senior Brother Lu."

Nangong Changan picked up the long sword beside him. He had an extraordinary bearing. Unfortunately, without his cultivation base, how could he compete with others?

Back then, he had also inadvertently discovered Senior Brother Lu's secret. It turned out that after decades of recuperation, Lu Fann could have abandoned his wheelchair long ago and acted independently. It was not that he had never publicized this matter.

"The Sect Master of Devil Cult sure has a big tone. Although there are only two old men left here, I'm afraid that it's impossible for you to take our heads by yourself!"

Lu Fann patted the chessboard with his big hand. Countless black and white chess pieces entered the void. He had already set up a formation here. Now that the formation was activated, the spiritual Qi in the Yanjing began to gather here.

The power of this formation was not as powerful as the mountain protection formation of a big sect, but it wasn't an ordinary formation either. Ordinary cultivators who faced Heavenly Tribulation could only die here.

"Nangong, leave quickly. I'll leave this place to brother."

Lu Fann's tone carried a domineering tone. When he was traveling in the world of cultivation, people like Ye Motian could only be considered as juniors.

If it wasn't for him being crippled, Nangong Changan might not have been able to take the top spot in the cultivation world!

In his eyes, the person in front of him wasn't a terrifying devil, but a brat who had taken the wrong path.

What was there to be afraid of?

"Senior Brother, ever since I stepped into the cultivation world, I've lost three times, but I've never escaped from the battlefield. If the heavens want Chang'ang Sowrd to die tonight, I won't have any regrets."

Nangong Changan smiled freely. As a Sword Cultivator, even if he lost his cultivation, he did not lose his heart of the sword.

"Have you guys finished talking about old times? Even the Shaolin Temple's mountain protection formation couldn't stop me. With just this little ability, you dare to bring it out and humiliate yourself!"

Ye Motian's eyes shone with a devilish light in the dark night. What he said wasn't arrogant words. He was a rare genius in the world of cultivation, and his cultivation base had already reached the half-step Soul Formation realm.

In the secular world, there were probably no more than a handful of people who had such a cultivation base!

"Devil Fists!"

He swung his fist, causing devil Qi to erupt. The formation was like a piece of paper, and in an instant, more than half of it was broken. Although Lu Fann spoke with a big tone, he still spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Scoundrel! Take this!"

Nangong Changan forcefully raised his True Qi and rushed forward with his sword in hand. Unfortunately, all of his energy had disappeared. Although Shen Qingfeng had reconstructed his meridians, they were very fragile and could not gather much of his energy.

"Old man, you couldn't kill me back then, so how could you possibly be my opponent now?"

A cruel smile appeared on Ye Motian's face. At first, he also worked in the Abnormal Human Research Institute. His position was the same as Shen Qingfeng's, and they were both temporary workers. He was also Nangong Changan's teacher and friend.

However, as time passed, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and his ambition grew bigger and bigger. He tried to kill to prove his Dao, kill all the living creatures in the world, prove his divine ability, and advance into the realm of Divinity Transformation.

This idea was against human logic, and it caused Nangong Changan to be furious. In the end, Ye Motian rebelled in Yanjing and founded the Devil Cult.

Since then, the ten-year war between the Orthodox Dao and the Devil Dao had begun.

"* Hong Long...... *"

Ye Motian punched the tip of Nangong Changan's sword. The sword let out a sorrowful cry. It couldn't withstand such a terrifying force and was sent flying with its master, smashing a wall.

"Hahaha...... Chang'ang Sowrd of Yanjing is just so-so. If he can't even take a punch from me, how can he have the face to live in this world?!"

Ye Motian seemed to have gone mad. With a devilish roar, it shook the people within a ten mile radius until they almost fainted.

"He is indeed a natural devil. He actually wants to kill my master. There is no way to save him..."

"Back then, I advised Nangong to get rid of the hidden danger. Unfortunately, he saved your life with all his might. He said that a prodigal son will never turn back. Otherwise, why would he let you escape from the capital?"

Lu Fann did not look at Nangong Changan's injuries. Instead, he shook his head and sighed.

When one was old, they still had to pay the price for their mistakes when they were young. This was truly a tragedy.

"Bullsh * t! Old man Lu, don't speak nonsense. If it wasn't for that old man, I would have already transcended my tribulation and become a god. How could I have been chased out by that old monk from the Shaolin Temple?!"

"This humiliation is all because of you! You old bastards, don't stay in the mortal world anymore. Go to hell for me!"

When mentioning the past, Ye Motian's state of mind fluctuated intensely. Back then, Nangong Changan had deliberately let him go, but he had also shattered his path to the Soul Formation realm, turning all of his decades of hard work into one.

Currently, his Qi and blood were still at the peak, but he didn't dare to cross the Deification Tribulation so easily, because the path of Dao Verification had been severed decades ago. His only hope was to let the Devil Cult emerge from the underworld once again, and only then would he have a chance to continue his path.

"A child who will never grow up, a child who doesn't understand the profound meaning of the elders, how much effort did Nangong put in to help him? Even after the establishment of the Devil Cult, he has given you countless chances, and you have never cherished them."

"Forget it, let me, as your Martial Uncle, teach him a lesson."

Lu Fann stood with his hands behind his back, like an old pine tree, and his eyes were filled with endless sharpness. In fact, even at this critical moment, he still had a calm and composed look on his face.

"Old fool! When did it become your turn to talk big?!"

"In comparison, how much better can you be? Do you think you're proud of being a dissolute person who can't see through the dirty dealings between men and women and ended up being dragged into such a situation? "

Ye Motian was furious. His body moved like lightning and arrived in front of Lu Fann. He threw a punch at ___'s face. This punch could really kill a statue. It was hard to imagine what kind of state Lu Fann would become in the next second.

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