Volume 1: A Sword from Ling Chen Chapter 34: False and True
The blood-colored stone palace has a long history and seems to have been passed down from ancient times. Its origin cannot be traced. The palace is connected to strange spaces and is mysterious and unpredictable.
In the Demon-Suppressing Valley, Ye Ling went deep again, and the blood-colored mist became even thicker. The world was filled with a chilling energy that followed him like a shadow and could not be shaken off.
The entire valley was filled with the sound of demonic roars, sad ghosts, and endless echoes. Ye Ling knew that without the protection of rags and martial arts, he would not be able to stay in this valley for long.
Among the skills of the man in white, only the word "Sword" on the cover contains supreme edge. Just one word has the power to destroy all laws. Ye Ling really can't imagine how terrifying the person who wrote it is.
Ye Ling has been putting the rags he bought from the old beggar into the sea of consciousness to warm them up. Day and night come again, but he has a subtle reaction to them. Ye Ling only feels that with every step forward, the rags will convey a happy look, making him feel happy.
Ye Ling once thought that the rags were not dead.
And all he knew was that the supreme Taoist instrument in the world has gone through vicissitudes of life, won the fortune of heaven and earth, and had immeasurable luck, it is possible to give birth to spiritual consciousness, such as gaining life.
Ye Ling didn't know if this rag was like this, after all, it was in pieces. Ye Ling had a hunch that there might be another rag at the end of the valley.
Ye Ling's eyes flickered. From the moment he got the rag, every step he took seemed to be arranged in advance and manipulated at will. Just as Xu Zheng said: "Good fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, and there is nothing you can do, so you have to take care of yourself."
Ye Ling doesn't ask for anything else, but hopes to be able to cultivate himself and protect his family. Since leaving Yunlan Town and arriving here, Ye Ling has watched the monks fight with cold eyes and sighed secretly.
There is a saying in the Taoist court that "God has the virtue of good life". However, after Ye Ling saw the monks fighting, he felt that these words were just empty and pale words to soothe people's hearts and could not be true.
Ye Ling just wanted to find a place with the long sword in his hand under the great road, between heaven and earth. If a strong enemy comes, he should defeat it with one sword.
The blood cloud is like ink, and the fishy smell fills the world. If a mortal steps into it, it is estimated that it will turn into pus and blood in a short time and melt into the surroundings.
Ye Ling's steps were like the wind. He had fought with Lu Li before, secretly observed Lu Li's footwork, and learned a few moves. Now he used his spiritual power to stimulate his speed, which indeed increased his speed a lot. Unfortunately, Ye Ling didn't have the essence of his method, and it was just an illusion.
At this moment, several old corpses suddenly appeared in front of them blocking the way. Ye Ling looked carefully and saw that they were the big monsters who had entered before, six of them!
They have obviously been dead for a long time, but for some reason, they swallowed the demonic energy here, and fine scales grew on their bodies, turning them into walking zombies. Although they have lost all their cultivation, they have a strong demonic desire and only want to suck flesh and blood. Therefore,
, after discovering Ye Ling's whereabouts, they roared and rushed over.
Ye Ling's face darkened, and the sharp edge of the spiritual sword in his hand was revealed, and he struck an old corpse on the shoulder with one sword.
The two collided, sparks flew, and the aura sword could not cut through even a single inch, leaving only a superficial mark. After all, these old corpses had the strength of third-level monsters during their lifetimes. Although their cultivation levels were lost, their physiques remained the same.
The physical strength of the monsters is much stronger than that of humans, and due to the gap in realm, Ye Ling can easily break through.
Ye Ling took a few steps back, and the innate Qi in his Dantian was attracted to cover the long sword. This innate Qi could seriously injure Zhou Yu, who was in the Immortal Realm. Ye Ling didn't believe it, but he couldn't help these giants who should have been buried long ago.
Demon.
Ye Ling shouted deeply, and the sharp energy around him was released without reservation, instantly increasing his combat power several times.
A sword slashed out, tearing the void, making a hunting sound. The innate energy touched the old corpse's body and immediately broke into the skin and flesh. It chopped one of the old corpses into two pieces like melons and vegetables, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The corpses of these great monsters only remain in the world with a demonic thought. They have no intelligence and only know how to pursue flesh and blood.
One of them was slashed by Ye Ling, and the surrounding ones became even more crazy. They roared and pounced on them, eating all the flesh and blood on the ground. Then they opened their fangs, exuded a putrid smell, and pounced on Ye Ling again.
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Ye Ling sneered, since this method is effective, then the remaining corpses are not a concern.
Then, Ye Ling's footwork moved, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be chasing clouds and the moon, drawing various arcs in the sky; the sharp energy overflowed, tearing the air, and roaring like thunder.
These old corpses were stiff and unable to catch up with Ye Ling. After a while, there was only a pile of dirty flesh and blood left here, which was extremely filthy and unsightly.
Ye Ling's expression was slightly moved. These big monsters were roaming the vast forest just a moment ago, but now they fell in the Demon Suppression Valley. Not only did they die in peace, but they were infiltrated by the demonic energy and became walking corpses, dying again.
Ye Ling suddenly felt a little shaken. Before, he had prayed that he could kill all the enemies in the world with his sword, but now he saw the fate of these big monsters. Is fighting bravely and fiercely the true meaning of swordsmanship?
Unknowingly, the hostility in Ye Ling's body gradually dissipated. The hostility had slowly gathered around him since he entered the valley, but Ye Ling was not aware of it at all. Perhaps the change in his mood was caused by the hostility.
After pondering for a long time, Ye Ling still couldn't understand that the sword was sharp, but it was definitely not for killing.
When Ye Ling opened his eyes again, the scene around him suddenly changed.
All the blood clouds are gone in the valley, with luxuriant grass underfoot and hundreds of flowers in full bloom. There are towering ancient trees on both sides and ivy hanging down. It is full of life, and there is no evil spirit anywhere. Only butterflies can be seen flying and spiritual birds singing happily.
Going further, a gurgling stream winds past, like a plain jade belt, with a light mist. There is a pavilion next to the stream, with stone tables and benches inside that are exquisitely carved and ingeniously crafted.
An old man with white beard and hair and an immortal spirit sat in front of the stone table with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating and enlightening.
The old man is surrounded by spiritual mist, a robe of fairy clouds, and his body is fragrant. Every time he exhales and inhales, it seems like a deep avenue with long qi.
In the open space in front of him, the last four big demons lined up in a row, sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating on the avenue like old men. The third-level Yunlang Huoyao who had fought with Ye Ling and others was also among them.
These four people were surrounded by spiritual energy, as if they had received great blessings.
Ye Ling was deep in thought. The two previous encounters had made him always alert. Perhaps the scene in front of him was nothing more than a dangerous sight.
The old Taoist seemed to have noticed Ye Lingdao coming, and he woke up leisurely, and said like a great bell, deafening and enlightening: "Those who can pass the two levels I have set are determined. The poor Taoist should accept him as a disciple and teach you the supreme way."
The words of the old Taoist seemed to contain great power, which actually made Ye Ling feel dazed. He stepped forward and sat beside the four great demons, waiting for the old man to preach.
The old man's words are like flowers falling from the sky, and the supreme moral principles are transmitted into Ye Ling's sea of consciousness, and the golden light is magnificent, illuminating the world.
At this moment, the rags and nameless techniques in Ye Ling's sea of consciousness appeared one after another, and the two white lightsabers condensed into reality, with a sharp edge that only Ye Ling could see.
The two swords shone brightly, no less morally than the old man; the sound of the swords cut through the chaos and broke through the virtual barriers.
The two swords were slashed out, and the golden morality exploded.
Ye Ling woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.
At this moment, a big demon next to him suddenly laughed: "I have broken through to the fourth level..."
"Bang——"
Before he finished speaking, the big demon exploded and died without a complete body.
Ye Ling hurriedly stood up and rushed out. The aura sword condensed in his hand at the same time, showing its sharp edge.
Within a moment, the other three big demons also exploded and died, scattered like dust, unable to be traced.
The old man was still glowing with fairy glow, and he acted like a master, which made Ye Ling feel lingering fear.
"If I hadn't been rescued by martial arts and broken plans just now, I would have died like these big monsters. Using the monk's pursuit of the road as bait is really hard to resist the temptation."
Ye Ling's eyes flashed, and he slashed out with his sword towards the old man. The invisible sword energy broke through the void with majestic momentum.
"boom--"
The scene in front of me suddenly shattered, and the towering valleys on both sides once again appeared, with blood clouds like ink, which made people feel violent.
Ye Ling understood that since he stepped into the Demon Suppressing Valley, except for the fourteen big demons, the rest of the scenes were all illusions. He had not escaped from the control of the illusion, but he didn't know whether the place he was in at this moment was really an illusion...
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The stone hall was a bloody place, no one knew the cold or heat, no day or night, but the time and space outside the hall was as dark as ink, and the wind was clear and the moon was bright.
The forest is full of ghosts and ghosts, deep and quiet. At this time, hundreds of birds have returned to their nests, and all beasts have returned to their burrows, with no trace of their whereabouts.
Xu Haochu, Wang Chen, and Lu Kun sat cross-legged, breathing in spiritual energy to recover from their injuries.
Although the three of them joined forces for a sneak attack, they failed to kill Li Yannian and instead suffered some injuries. However, the three of them were a blessing in disguise and were not massacred by Peng Jiao.
Wang Chen's whole body was full of spiritual energy, and the earth element path was flowing in his body, constantly recovering from the injuries in his body. He had a long-standing feud with Li Yannian, so he was the most ruthless in his attacks, and received the most severe counterattacks from Li Yannian.
After a long time, Xu Haochu slowly opened his eyes and said in a lukewarm tone: "I failed to get rid of Li Yannian this time. It will be even more difficult to take action again."
Lu Kun also stood up and said: "If you are not careful, you will provoke a fight between the two sects. You must not be so careless."