Zhang Yu stood on the stage, staring at the long sword. At the last moment of Mo Guangchen's death, he saw a young man with red eyes and fair skin reflected in his eyes.
This was undoubtedly what Mo Guangchen deliberately showed to him. If his guess was correct, this true cultivator should have been controlled by some means.
The person behind this plot used Mo Guangchen to kill him instead of doing it himself. He must be afraid of the power around him. Secondly, he must have the intention of testing and observing his divine channel skills.
In fact, no matter how detailed these observations are, they may not be really useful in real battles. Even the same method will produce completely different changes when used.
What's more, apart from swordsmanship, he only used the "Chibu Tianxu" technique, and did not use any other techniques. At most, he let the opponent know that he was strong-willed, enough to defeat real people like Mo Guangchen head-on.
build.
In fact, when the other party tried to observe him, he also unknowingly exposed certain aspects of himself.
However, the appearance displayed by Mo Guangchen was the most important clue, which reminded him of a certain person.
"Xuan Zheng?"
Zhang Yu turned his eyes and saw that Taoist Wan Ming was nearby at this moment, and the other monks were surrounding him. He said to everyone: "There is nothing going on here, please disperse first."
After hearing what he said, all the cultivators bowed to the rooftop and then retreated.
Taoist Wan Ming asked at this time: "Xuanzheng, I don't know what happened just now, so why did Zhenxiu take action against Xuanzheng?"
Zhang Yuyan said concisely and comprehensively: "This person is also controlled by others."
Taoist Wan Ming's heart was trembling. He had seen Mo Guangchen before. It is not an exaggeration to say that his magic power is extremely powerful. Such a person could be manipulated by others. The magical power of the person who took action must be extraordinary.
Zhang Yu reached out and took it out. The long sword flew up from the ground and fell into his hand. The black and red sword spikes on the hilt turned into a pile of dust and flew away.
Taoist Wanming's expression condensed slightly and he said: "Xuanzheng, although there is a reason for this, this person will eventually die here. I'm afraid there will be some trouble in the Lingmiao Xuanjing."
Zhang Yu nodded, knowing this well.
Although on the surface it seemed that Mo Guangchen was killed by him, in fact his last finger was just to wake him up.
At the moment when he woke up, Mo Guangchen seemed to realize that he could not escape from the bondage, so he used all his strength to choose to commit suicide.
Although Keren was not killed by him, it is not difficult to verify the truth, but sometimes, even if you accept it intellectually, you may not be able to live with it emotionally, especially since there has always been a conflict between true cultivators and metaphysical cultivators, so some
People may not always be able to reason with him.
But he doesn't care about this. Regarding this matter, there are reasonable ways to be reasonable, and there are unreasonable ways to be unreasonable.
At this moment, he also brought the scabbard, put Mo Guangchen's long sword inside, and then put it into the purple star bag, saying: "Ask someone to take care of this place, and then draw up a book and send it to the Lingmiao Mysterious Realm.
Let them handle it."
More than ten days later, in the mysterious and spiritual realm.
The rotation of the sun and the moon in the Xuan Realm is very rigid. One moment, the sun is shining and warm as spring, and the next moment, the sky is full of stars and moon, and the ground is covered with silver frost.
In a certain grotto, with every breath, a water droplet fell from above into the pool below, and a distant and ethereal sound came out, as if someone was gently tapping the smooth cave wall.
In front of the pool, a Taoist priest sat with his back to the entrance of the cave. His cold blue coarse sermon robe was soaked in the moonlight, making the place look particularly cold and quiet.
The sound of footsteps was heard, and a young disciple appeared at the door of the cave. He stood still and said with a gesture of courtesy: "Uncle Yin, the people from Xuanfu are here."
After a while, the Taoist said: "Is it about Junior Brother Mo?"
The young disciple replied: "Yes." He paused, "Some people saw that Uncle Mo was killed when he was competing with Xuan Zheng of Xuan Mansion..."
The Taoist said calmly: "This statement is not trustworthy. Whoever spreads this statement will be punished by himself for ten years in solitary confinement."
The young disciple hesitated for a moment and said yes. He paused and then said: "Uncle, how should we respond?"
The Taoist said: "Let's go and bring back Junior Brother Mo's soul first, and we will talk about the rest after I get out of seclusion."
The young disciple bowed and retreated.
In a cave in a rock in the wasteland, bursts of bright and dark lights flashed past.
In the palm of the hand of Ancestor Yuantong, there are crystals and bright objects floating in the palm, which are emitting colorful light at this moment.
It is like broken glass fragments. When they collide, a fine and crisp sound is emitted. However, as there are more and more of them, the broken crystals become more and more delicate, and the sound becomes soft and sweet.
Get up. In the end, it turned into a thin veil floating like colorful mist.
"It's done!"
He reached out and slowly took it into his hand.
He looked with satisfaction at the tulle in his hand that changed according to his will. This time he used up all the blood essence he got this time to shape it into this "Refining Heavenly Veil".
The biggest advantage of the most refined treasure of blood essence is that it can be perfectly matched with the body's exercises. There is no need for other treasure materials at all. It only needs to sacrifice the practitioner's own qi.
Moreover, these blood essences have already been refined by those evil cultivators, and all impurities have been removed from them. They are considered to be extremely pure, and the sacrifice is even more effective with half the effort.
Now that the seven-day period has passed early, he has not returned to the body. That is because he has previously taken the body of a relatively passable evil cultivator as a carrier, allowing him to stay outside for a longer period of time.
It's just that he is not ready to go to Zhang Yu immediately, because Zhang Yu is not alone, and there are many monks around him to protect him, so he has to wait for a suitable opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.
Inside the square platform, Zhang Yuzheng was sitting on the platform looking at a scroll. The rising sun in the east cast its light in from the window and fell on his desk.
These days, the opponent hiding in the dark has never appeared, probably waiting for a certain opportunity.
However, he was not idle during this period. He looked at the documents spread out on the desk. There were all the records about Patriarch Yuantong that he had obtained from Xuanfu.
Judging from the image reflected in Mo Guangchen's eyes, the person behind it must be the ancestor Yuantong.
Although Patriarch Yuantong died, he was a high-ranking monk, and his magical powers were far beyond the knowledge of ordinary monks. It is not impossible to preserve the consciousness of the soul by some means.
This volume of records contains most of the magical powers that Patriarch Yuantong is good at and the magic weapons he has carried in the past, and in some places, there are also methods of restraint.
only……
He stretched out his hand and clicked a few times on the annotations. In the past, even the Golden Liang Ding could be taken out from the Xuan Palace, but these restraint methods may not be credible.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that there were lights flashing one after another on the wasteland in the distance. This was a light transmission from various sentries, but now it was actually flashing.
He suddenly realized that something important must have happened.
After a while, he heard bursts of cheers from outside, and then footsteps began. He saw a disciple hurried over with excitement, cupped his hands to him, and handed him a copy with a blushing face.
The handwritten newspaper said: "Xuanzheng, the two palaces have sent a message of light, spreading inside and outside the continent. The gods and monsters in the north have retreated. Xuanzheng, we have won!"
"oh?"
Zhang Yu stood up and reached out to take the newspaper. At this moment, the cheers in his ears became louder, and almost all the disciples inside and outside the station joined in.
He can also understand this feeling.
Since the arrival of the turbid tide more than sixty years ago, the main enemy of Qingyang Shangzhou has been the Taibo gods and monsters. It is precisely because of the obstruction of these gods and monsters that it has become extremely difficult for Qingyang Shangzhou to communicate with other continents and even Yujing.
In the past few decades, although no major war has broken out, small battles have been fought countless times, and many Tianxia people have died in the wars between the two sides.
And above the wasteland, there are countless low-level gods and monsters wandering around. Almost all young monks have fought with these gods and monsters in the process of their cultivation and growth. Now that such a powerful enemy has been defeated, it is no wonder that the disciples are so excited.
He opened the newspaper. There was no specific process in it, but a brief description of the battle situation.
Just two days ago, the battle between Qingyang and Qingyang destroyed Taibo's largest stronghold in the northern wilderness. The main force invested by Taibo in this battle was almost completely wiped out.
Now the remaining gods and monsters have retreated deeper into the wasteland. Although there are still many of them, they no longer have the strength to compete with Qingyang in a short period of time.
In other words, the war in the north has come to an end.
He put down the letter and his eyes moved slightly. Then, the targets of the two houses will undoubtedly turn to Shuangzhou.
"Um?"
At this moment, he heard some kind of noise coming from the clouds. When he stepped out of the window and looked out, he saw black spots appearing on the eastern horizon.
They were hundreds of flying boats engraved with mysterious cicada wing patterns. They were currently forming a formation and flying towards Fangtai station.
When the flying boat arrived nearby, it did not approach the Fangtai station, but headed towards the Tianjiyuan station.
Many Kuntu flying boats were parked directly on the wasteland, but one of the larger flying boats was parked on the roof of the Tianjiyuan station.
As the hatch opened, more than ten soldiers came out.
The first person walked down the stairs and walked directly into the hall.
Chang Gu was standing in front of the lobby to greet him. He cupped his hands and said, "But you are Marquis Lejun?"
Marquis Yue cupped his fists and saluted, and said politely: "Mr. Chang, you are polite. It is Yue. This time, Yue was ordered by the military government to lead a group of soldiers to garrison here first. When he comes down, Yue will protect Tianjiyuan and build military fortresses and mooring boats.
The rooftop is for the purpose of attacking Shuangzhou."
Chang Gu hesitated for a moment and said: "But Zhang Xuanzheng of the Xuan Palace once said before that it seems that the wilderness is not stable now..."
Yue Junhou smiled and said confidently: "Mr. Chang, you have to believe in the power of Junfu. We may not be able to do what Xuanfu cannot do."
