At the same time!
On the edge of the Beicang Mountains, there is a huge fairy city with people coming and going and a constant flow of people.
This scene!
But it was clearly seen by a group of mysterious monks on a hillside ten miles away from the fairy city.
At this moment...
Suddenly there was a sword light that cut through the void at an incredible speed.
The sword flashed continuously!
On the deserted hillside, coquettish blood flowers bloomed in an instant.
The bloody flower ends!
The smell of blood permeates the air!
The sword light dissipated, and an ancient long sword emerged. The long sword burst out into a brilliant sword light, spreading like a lake.
In an instant, the storage bag on the body lying in a pool of blood fell off on its own and was submerged in the sword light.
The next breath.
The simple long sword shines brightly.
Looking again, the ancient sword had disappeared, as if the previous scene was an illusion.
But the corpses in front of him all proved that this was not an illusion.
At this moment, without the suppression of the terrifying long sword, the sharp sword energy that filled the area broke out in vain.
Bang!
The sword light erupted, and the hillside instantly turned into white ground.
Nothing left!
Not only here!
In the depths of the Cyanwood Mountains, and somewhere outside the fairy city on the edge of the Cyanwood Mountains...
Nearly at the same time, an identical ancient long sword also flashed out of thin air!
The sword light explodes!
Not a single one of the many golden elixir monks from the Spirit Beast Sect was left alive.
In the end, there was only a faint smell of blood.
But this trivial detail attracted the attention of a young monk who was on his way.
I saw the young man who was practicing Qi training suddenly stopped in his steps...
The tip of his nose sniffed slightly.
"It smells of blood?"
"And it also has a slight fragrance. Isn't it the real Jindan?
Is it a third-order monster?"
p>Zhao Wei's eyes fell on the hillside in front of him, with a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
It is true that the world of immortality is too dangerous!
Once affected by the fighting skills of high-level monks, they will definitely die without a burial place.
If it were in the past, he would have avoided it and run away long ago without looking back.
But now he hesitates!
Because of the direction from which the smell of blood came, there was no trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.
Obviously.
Didn’t you leave?
Just cleaning the battlefield?
However, Zhao Wei prefers the former.
After all, it won’t take long to clean up the battlefield!
This is a shame.Zhao Wei, who has been cultivating immortals for seven or eight years, knows it very well.
And he also knows that there are likely to be some spiritual creatures left on that hillside that the other party does not like?
The other party doesn’t like it!
It doesn’t mean that he, a young monk in the Qi refining stage, looks down upon him!
Even a few drops of spiritual blood?
That is also a big profit.
Whether it’s monster blood?
Or the blood of the Golden elixir monk?
Those are valuable spiritual objects, which can at least be exchanged for a large amount of spiritual stones, enough for him to advance to one or two levels of cultivation.
This.
Zhao Wei is extremely confident in his sense of smell.
It can be said that his keen sense of smell accounts for a large part of the credit for his ability to practice safely until now.
But in the past, it was just an opportunity for small fights.
Nothing can compare to this opportunity.
While thinking.
Many thoughts emerged in his mind.
"Fight!"
"If you don't take the opportunity before you, how can you talk about the future of immortality?"
"Besides, there is a high probability that there is no danger!"< /p>
Think of this.
Zhao Wei, a young cultivator in the Qi refining stage, had a look of determination in his eyes.
Then he cautiously walked towards the direction where the smell of blood was coming from.
After a while...
Zhao Wei followed the smell of blood and came to the hillside. Suddenly he seemed to be in a sea of swords, and his skin stung extremely, as if there were countless swords. The tiny needle was pricking him.
See this.
He subconsciously took a step back and said with lingering fear:
"So pure! Such sharp sword energy!"
"I don't know how much power has been dissipated. The sword energy that spreads out still cannot let anyone get closer!"
But when Zhao Wei saw the blank land in front of him, a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes, and he murmured in his heart:
"Sure enough! Opportunities are not so easy to come by!"
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, this bloody hillside...
Suddenly, Zhao Wei paused, as if he thought of something.
Tightly, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
“No!”
“It’s not without a little chance.”
“That sharp sword spirit can definitely be used as a killer weapon!”< /p>
“And if we collect the blood scattered on this hillside, we might be able to gather it into one or two drops of spiritual blood.”
“Even if it doesn’t reach the level of third-level spiritual blood!
Second-level spiritual blood is definitely not a problem!”
Thought of this.
Zhao Wei no longer hesitated and took action immediately.
If it is a breath later...
Whether it is sword energy?
Or blood? They are all dissipating, so his losses will be even more!
Tightly, he played one after anotherJue, the meager mana is being consumed very quickly.
In an instant, Zhao Wei's forehead and temples were covered with fine beads of sweat.
Obviously.
Just dissipating nearly empty sword energy and blood energy is not something that a small Qi Refining Stage monk can easily condense.
Half a day later.
Zhao Wei, whose face was pale, suddenly turned red, but his eyes were extremely bright.
"It's finally done!"
He looked at the swimming sword thread that appeared in front of him, and a drop of light red spiritual blood the size of a drop of water.
Zhao Wei's face showed an extremely obvious look of joy.
His eyes fell on the moving sword thread, and he secretly said with joy:
"This sword thread definitely has the power to kill Qi-training Dzogchen monks." Power!"
"Is it possible that even a senior in the foundation-building stage can be a threat?"
"I wonder which senior has such power?
Just by dissipating it? Does the sword energy in the sky still have such terrifying power?"
Just when he was secretly sighing...
Suddenly.
Zhao Wei noticed that the sword thread was showing signs of dissipating. He immediately put it into a jade talisman and took out a spiritual talisman to seal it.
Then his eyes fell on the drop of light red spiritual blood in front of him.
"Second-level spiritual blood!"
"What a pity!"
"If it could be discovered earlier, maybe third-level spiritual blood could be condensed. ”
Zhao Wei thought with some regret.
However, when he thought about the nearly exhausted mana in his body, he understood that even he could not condense the more terrifying sword threads and the more precious third-level spiritual blood earlier.
"It's a good harvest!"
"And the second-level spiritual blood can also be exchanged for the cultivation resources of the seventh level of Qi refining."
"It should be too I'm satisfied!"
Zhao Wei gave up the unrealistic thoughts and shook his head.
Next.
He put the second-level spiritual blood in front of him into the jade bottle!
Then the little monk didn't even look back and walked away from the hillside.
All of this.
Cheng Buzheng had no idea.
Similarly, he never imagined that a junior could actually take advantage of him.
Although he doesn't like it either.
Of course.
This is also the reason why Cheng Buzheng did not come in person.
Otherwise.
Dispel the blood energy!
Purify the traces of the void!
These are all necessary procedures for him to clean up the battlefield.
But...
Cheng Buzheng was not idle after using the four long swords that were divided into four parts of the [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword].
When he appeared again, he had appeared out of thin air in [Outside Baiyun Fairy City, on the top of a barren mountain.
At this time, on the top of the barren mountain...
There were eight or nine monks in black robes, gathered in twos and threes, monitoring the Baiyun Fairy City dozens of miles away. .
Not bad!
These golden elixir demon cultivators who cover up their appearance are none other than the golden elixir elders of the Ghost Sect.
Cheng Buzheng, who appeared out of thin air, glanced at the group of golden elixir demon cultivators and said coldly:
"Death!"
In an instant.
The eighty-nine golden elixir demon cultivators who had never reacted to Cheng Buzheng's sudden appearance were suddenly suppressed by terrifying forces.
Bang!
Bang bang! !
Before they even screamed, these golden elixir demon cultivators fell to the ground and died sadly.
See this scene.
Cheng Buzheng waved his hand...
A storage bag, a ghost tower, and a low-grade magic weapon... fell down in a pool of blood. The golden elixir demon cultivator shot out from all over the body.
Finally, streaks of light sank into Cheng Buzheng’s wide sleeves.
Soon.
Cheng Buzheng raised his hand to press hard...
Invisible power emerged!
In an instant, the golden elixir demon cultivators who fell into a pool of blood turned into coquettish blood flowers!
Looking again, there is only the smell of blood on the top of the barren mountain.
Other than that, no trace remains.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng waved his sleeves.
A strong wind swept through.
The smell of blood that permeated the top of the barren mountain has completely dissipated and become inaudible.
Just when Cheng Buzheng was erasing the last traces left by the demon cultivators in the world...
A sword light came from the end of the sky and cut through the void.
A chaotic sword light suddenly flashed.
The light dissipated.
Standing in front of Cheng Buzheng on the top of the barren mountain, a simple long sword appeared in vain.
There are storage bags, spirit beast bags, low-grade magic weapons floating around the sword... and other treasures.
It looks like there are a lot of spiritual things.
However.
Cheng Buzheng just glanced at it and waved his hand.
These treasures floating around the ancient sword disappeared.
Before Cheng Buzheng could make any new moves, a chaotic sword light appeared in front of him again.
Another ancient sword emerged from it!
Standing side by side with the long sword from before.
Similarly.
There are also storage bags floating around this sword, as well as magic weapons of different shapes.
However, this is not the end yet.
The next breath.
Two more chaotic sword lights suddenly appeared.
There are some low-grade magic weapons and storage bags floating around every long sword!
Standing side by side with the other two ancient long swords, they floated quietly in front of Cheng Buzheng.
Cheng Buzheng glanced at the many magic weapons in front of him, and sensed the aura of the magic weapon's origin...
Then he made a mental calculation.
"The number of different auras in the origin of the magic weapon is equal to the number of people!"
"Then there should be no fish that slip through the net."
After confirmation...
Cheng Buzheng did not check the harvest here. He immediately thought about it and took out the invisible power.
Tight storage bags and magic weapons of different shapes turned into streams of light and sank into his other sleeve.
Soon.
He pointed a little higher in the air.
The four ancient long swords floating in front of him suddenly lit up and approached each other.
A moment later, a simple and noble long sword appeared in front of Cheng Buzheng.
Then the complete [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword] turned into a chaotic sword light and sank into Cheng Buzheng's body.
"Since I came out in name, there is no need to go back in a short time!"
Cheng Buzheng looked at the sect deep in the Baiyun Mountains and murmured in his heart.
But his thoughts changed and he frowned slightly.
"But what's going on with the Ancient Sword Sect?"
"Is it possible that the ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect doesn't know about his relationship with Ye Han?"
< p>"Otherwise, it's time to send the invitation in advance.""Forget it!"
"Let's go and have a look!"
"If so Is there a chance to send Ye Han off for the last time?"
After a long time.
Cheng Buzheng then retracted his distant gaze.
He suddenly had an idea.
A chaotic starlight rose from under his feet, shot straight into the sky, and disappeared.
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This day!
On the edge of the Ancient Sword Mountain Range, not far away...
In that ancient [Ancient Sword Immortal City], there was an ordinary-looking man on a busy street. The monk was looking around along the street.
As if you are looking for something?
Not bad.
This is Cheng Buzheng who came from the land of Jin.
The current appearance is nothing but a change from [Zhaotianbian].
With the blessing of this magical power, let alone the Yuanying monk?
Even the Divine Transformation Supreme cannot see through his disguise.
So, Cheng Buzheng has no doubt that a certain monk in this world can detect something wrong?
Suddenly.
His footsteps paused, and his eyes fell on the ordinary attic in a remote corner at the end of the street.
"Finally found it!"
Follow it.
Cheng Buqian took out a bamboo hat and put it on his head, and walked directly to the attic.
Not long.
He walked out again.
However, under the black veil where the hat fell, there was a hint of loneliness in Cheng Buzheng's eyes.
He sighed softly and said with regret in his heart:
"Hey!"
"I didn't expect Ye Han to have entered Jianshan Mountain more than a month ago. !"
"It's a pity that I couldn't send him off for the last time!"
Not bad.
This is exactly the news that Cheng Buzheng bought from that attic.
This loft is also a small information selling organization. Although its power is small and its survivability is weak, it still has some energy in the three-thirds of an acre of [Ancient Sword Fairy City].
Some secret and unimportant information within the Gujian Sect can still be purchased from this intelligence force.
It just so happened that the information Cheng Bizheng needed was just like this.
He also spent a hundred low-grade spiritual stones for this.
This is why he did not hear news about the Ancient Sword Sect Sword Mountain in this fairy city.
Everything happened for a reason. Ye Han’s funeral affairs were carried out in secret.
In this regard.
Cheng Buzheng was surprised, but also felt that it was normal.
After all.
The Ancient Sword Sect has lost a strong man, and its external deterrence will inevitably decrease.
For the Ancient Sword Sect, this is naturally not a good thing.
However, it is not a secret that Ye Han fell into the Forbidden Sea!
At that time, too many monks from both races witnessed it with their own eyes.
So.
This news cannot be concealed.
In view of these two dilemmas, the choice of Gujianmen is not difficult to understand.
While thinking.
Cheng Buzheng wanted to find out.
Cheng Buzheng, who was strolling on the street, had no intention of shopping anymore.
"That's it!"
"Now that Ye Han's funeral is over, it's time to go to the Endless Sea and give the prepared spiritual objects to his wife."
p>
"At the same time, deal with the chores over there!
After that, you can feel at ease and look for opportunities to break through the realm of god transformation."
"But before that, we have to clean up. A hidden danger."
I thought of this.
A cold light flashed in Cheng Buzheng's eyes, and at the same time, his steps changed slightly and he walked directly towards the gate of [Ancient Sword Immortal City].
Not long.
He crossed the no-fly zone outside the fairy city.
Next.
Cheng Buqian had an idea.
In an instant, a mysterious chaotic starlight rose from the soles of his feet and disappeared into the void.
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