All the female apprentices want to kill me Chapter 183: The Eight Hundred Sword Immortals of the Sword Sect, the Eight Hundred Sword Tombs of the Sword Sect.
Chapter 183: The Eight Hundred Sword Immortals of the Sword Sect, the Eight Hundred Sword Tombs of the Sword Sect.
Nanfeng Ancient Country, Jinling City.
The spring breeze is slow and gentle.
Li Zijun pursed his lips slightly, leaning on the pavilion beside the pavilion, blinking his eyes and looking at the mirror above the sky.
Eryou's health is not fully recovered, and the Confucian sage is now sitting in the imperial court. He is staying in Jinling City. There are many disciples of the Confucian sect, so there is no need to worry about his safety.
She stared straight at the thin man behind Nanhuang, looking at the slightly long scar on his hand, and murmured thoughtfully:
"The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique, the Miao people in Southern Xinjiang, and the Southern Emperor's close bodyguards? Is there any connection between them?"
"..."
——She could clearly see the scar pierced by Er Yuan.
This girl, who was in the prime of her youth in the eyes of others, narrowed her eyes, frowned slightly, clasped her white fingers lightly, and her eyes were a little deep.
Things are getting more and more beyond my imagination. I originally thought that the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art might be an accident, or a small organization that suddenly appeared?
But now it seems like it was planned for a long time.
Or maybe the plot behind it is much bigger than you think!
What if... An idea gradually spread in her mind.
Li Zijun gently raised his hand, stirred up the spring water under the pavilion, flicked the water droplets on his fingertips, and looked at the night sky tenderly with the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the person in my memory, the mirror above the sky filled the sky with fireworks.
"Speaking of it, this life."
"You haven't watched the fireworks with me yet?"
The fireworks disappeared, and the major sects gradually began to climb on the high platform. Li Zijun stood up, straightened his skirt, and said softly:
"I just don't know if my disciple will still be able to see you in the City God's Temple in Hanshan Zhonglin in this life?"
"Master."
...
Holy Land, Wucheng.
On the high platform.
Nearly a hundred Wuhuaque disciples were instantly filled with spiritual energy, floating above the sky. A huge yin-yang fish pattern appeared in the air, and then changed. The scene was very beautiful and spectacular. Compared with the previous opening ceremonies, the effect was
Going to the next level is no small matter!
Even the saint who was sitting high on the high platform of the temple was watching the scene in front of him with interest.
The elders of the Holy Land behind him nodded, and praised from the bottom of their hearts:
“As expected of Wuhua Palace, every opening ceremony has been like this!”
"Speaking of which, the performances of these sects tonight are all very good, and they all have really eye-catching programs. What sect is next after Wuhua Que?"
"It seems to be the Sword Sect..."
After an elder finished speaking, everyone fell silent for a moment, and then the elder said half-jokingly and half-seriously:
"Hahaha, maybe the Sword Sect will also prepare well this year?"
I just said it but I didn’t have any confidence.
For the Sword Sect, the previous opening ceremonies were completely without any preparation, just one person, one sword, and one finger pointing towards the sky?
Or is it that this sect doesn’t bother to spend a lot of time on this opening ceremony?
"Wuhuaque is working hard. Although there were some minor frictions with other sects before the opening ceremony today, these sects should indeed have their pride."
"Speaking of which, Wuhua Que and the Jian Sect have always been at odds with each other. I'm afraid Deng Xiantai will be a sight to see."
"I'm afraid that if the opening ceremony of the Sword Sect is not handled well, I won't be able to compete with others on the Immortal Platform..."
"Jianzong is indeed a bit underheated!"
On the high platform, Wuhuaque's performance is in the final stage!
In an instant, a hundred people formed several big characters in the sky, Wuhuaque!
Accompanied by fireworks all over the sky, this performance officially came to an end.
There was thunderous applause for a moment!
A Holy Land disciple walked towards Wuhua Palace on the high platform with a smile on his face and said as usual:
"Sir, who is coming to Wuhua Palace this time?"
The Wuhuaque disciple looked arrogant and replied with narrowed eyes:
"The hundreds of people on the high platform are no more than thirty years old, and their cultivation levels are all golden elixirs."
The Holy Land disciple was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He smiled and continued:
"Then you must be elite disciples in Wuhuaque Sect. The golden elixir realm at the age of thirty is very rare in the world."
But I am a little confused as to why Wuhuaque disciple would say such a thing?
The disciple of Wuhua Que smiled lightly, glanced at the people in the audience, and then looked emphatically at the location of the thousands of small sect disciples who had had conflicts with Wuhua Que:
"In Wuhua Palace, only absolute talent and strength are qualified to stand here!"
"All the people and elites in the world live in Wuhua Palace, and there are no weak or weak people in Wuhua Palace."
"Wuhua Que always tells the truth that the world of monks is the world of the strong, and only strength is everything."
"As for waste or people of low strength, the only reason for existing in this world is to serve as foil!!"
"Waste is waste and can never be used to accomplish anything."
"..."
Everyone in the audience looked towards the high platform, including thousands of people who had a dispute with Wuhua Que not long ago.
They couldn't sit still.
Waste? Can never accomplish anything?
His big hands were clenched tightly, and his whole body was full of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent it!
"Can you be so taunting if you have talent?"
"Why are we expected to be weak all our lives? Why?"
"..."
And why are you sure it won’t rise?
The disciple of Wuhua Que looked at the discussion in the audience and knew that his words hurt the weak and painful areas of most monks, but this was the effect he wanted. Why should the Taohua Sect not be punished? Why should they be treated as equals to him?
There is no weak person in Wuhua Que, and Wuhua Que also does not need waste!
The leading disciple looked at the people in the audience, still squinting his eyes, and continued to say quietly with a sense of superiority:
"I know this sentence may offend many people, but it is the truth."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Many of you monks here are also working hard, and you are also practicing hard. If this continues, you may be able to reach an enviable state of strength."
"However, cultivation requires talent, and the level of talent between most of you and us is a gap that can never be bridged."
"What waste pursues throughout his life is just our starting point."
"..."
Everyone in the Peach Blossom Sect had gloomy faces, clenched their fingers tightly, and bit their lips.
How could they not know that this Wuhuaque disciple was openly mocking the Peach Blossom Sect on the high platform?
Immediately, there was an extremely warm round of applause from Wuhuaque, who was sitting on the ground in the audience, and everyone clapped very loudly!
Applause also broke out sparsely in other places. Although they knew clearly that the Wuhuaque disciples were talking about the Taohua Sect, which had had conflicts with them before, it sounded heart-warming and uncomfortable. This kind of behavior stripped everyone's dignity naked.
It feels like a thorn in the back!
The applause just went with the flow, and the disciples of each sect looked at the high platform in confusion.
A disciple of the Peach Blossom Sect let out a long sigh and murmured to himself:
"Do we really have to give up and let others bully us?"
"Is talent really useless in the face of hard work? Is the whole life just the starting point of genius?"
A disciple of the Black Mountain Sect next to him shook his head, looking a little dazed, and replied:
"I don't know either."
Another Qinghe Sect disciple sighed softly, shook his head and said:
"Wuhuaque is one of the top ten sects in the world. It makes sense for a sect at this level to speak, which means I feel a little depressed, but who can I blame? My talent is weak, so am I destined to accomplish nothing?"
"..."
Ji Nanjue listened to the discussions of the people around him expressionlessly. Lin Jinyu clearly felt that his mood had changed?
His slender hand gently patted her palm.
Ji Nanjue smiled softly at Lin Jinyu, but looked at Wuhuaque who had not left the stage with a cold expression.
No one knows the cold pain she felt when she was young.
The Zhiyin Meridian is the rubbish in the mouths of these Wuhuaque disciples!
The Holy Land disciple stuck out his tongue. These words were addressed to all twenty-one states. He could only cater to Wuhua Que. After all, this sect has always been about strength, and all the disciples in the sect have instilled this idea.
.
Elder Lin Duo stepped forward and squinted his eyes, taking a look at Jian Zong's position. Wen Renping's eyes flickered slightly and his eyelids twitched.
As expected, Lin Duo was heard to say calmly:
"Wuhuaque had a small conflict with Taohua Sect before, but it was stopped by the trusted nineteenth elder of the Holy Land."
"There is a sect in the Twenty-one Prefecture, and there is an elder who treats the Sword Sect disciples equally all day long and respects the weak. However, as far as Lin knows, his two disciples are among the best in talent in the entire Twenty-One Prefecture.
people!"
"Lin does not object to everyone having a sense of justice in their hearts, but is this too much of a double standard?"
"At least Wuhuaque will not keep saying that he will treat Wuhuaque's disciples equally, respect the weak, and respect waste. The elite disciples will still be the ones who take the stage in the end."
"Wuhuaque welcomes everyone with talent!"
The Holy Land disciples seemed not to want to dwell too much on this issue, and quickly said with a smile:
"Elder Lin, may I ask what Wuhuaque's philosophy is on cultivating immortality? Why do monks cultivate immortality?"
Lin Duo put his hands behind his back, nodded and said:
"In Wuhua Palace, you are cultivating immortality! You are cultivating immortality for yourself! You are cultivating immortality for the sake of your sect!"
"Cultivation to immortality in order to achieve great freedom and freedom!"
"..."
Wuhuaque stepped down, and the atmosphere in the venue was obviously a little heavy.
The elders of Jianzong snorted coldly and looked at Wuhua Que with cold eyes.
However, some of the disciples applauded and expressed their approval for the cruel facts Wuhuaque told!
Even Nanhuang nodded and clapped his hands after thinking for a while.
Regardless of other things, he quite agrees with the concept that Wuhuaque cultivates immortality for the sake of the sect. The first thing to cultivate immortality is for oneself, to seek great freedom and freedom, to be free from the suffering of reincarnation, to be unrestrained and to let oneself go freely.
There are even books that have been circulated in the past, "The heavens and the world, the Tao and the law are ever-changing. I only ask one question, can you live forever?" Such words are not exactly in line with the concept of Wuhuaque? Carefree and carefree.
, just for longevity.
“This Wuhua Palace is pretty good!”
"..."
Looking at this sect with a somewhat profound look in his eyes, Tong Donghuang spoke.
Donghuang nodded, but his expression showed no emotion or anger. He just stared at the high platform indifferently.
All the disciples of the Peach Blossom Sect also had tears in their eyes and clenched their hands tightly.
The hope that had just been ignited in my heart seemed to be shattered in an instant, and was ruthlessly exposed by Elder Lin of Wuhua Que.
"Even...even if it gives us a little fantasy."
"Sure enough, if you don't have strength and talent, you won't get the respect you deserve no matter where you are?"
"Sword Sect is also like this..."
"..."
Until now, the disciples of the ten major sects in the world are all the most elite disciples of the sect. As the monk Wuhuaque said, the only reason for people with low strength to exist in this world is to serve as foil!
Is it just a foil?
In the silence, everyone was still immersed in the shocking performance brought by Wu Hua Que, or the shocking conclusion, and why he cultivated immortality. They didn't even notice the appearance of the disciples of the Sword Sect.
It wasn't until the sky and the earth went dark for an instant, and then fireworks burst out all over the sky, that everyone reacted and quickly looked towards the high platform.
"We've arrived at Sword Sect!"
"Is Jian Zong performing a show? I don't know what kind of performance Jian Zong can bring..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I can already guess it. A man is standing there with a sword and stabs it in the sky!"
During the discussion, the mirror of the sky instantly reflected the scene on the high platform. Sure enough, a woman stood quietly on the high platform, wearing a silver sea embroidered gold silk Tianzun Taoist robe, looking indifferently ahead,
He held a sword motionless in his hand.
When the elders in the Holy Land saw this scene, they smiled and said:
"Sure enough, it's still the same old routine. This elder didn't guess wrong at all, right? A man holding a sword and stabbing into the sky?"
"..."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and it was obvious that there was no surprise at all about this.
Wenren bit her thin lips lightly and looked puzzled as to why only Sword Girl was exposed on the high platform.
What on earth is Su Bei doing? Didn't he select a hundred female disciples? Why is there only Sword Girl on top?
Wasn't it rehearsed well in the end?
Or has the sword sect returned to its old ways? Stab the sword in the sky?
The people of the entire twenty-one states looked at Jian Zong through the mirror of the sky, and looked at Sword Lady standing on the high platform, and they all pointed:
"This year, the Sword Sect will no longer have a male disciple? Will it be replaced by a female disciple?"
"It's all about stabbing a sword in the sky. What's so interesting about it?"
"That's fine, let's not delay the next sect!"
"Hey, what Wu Huaque said is depressing, but it is indeed true. We ordinary people are just ordinary people. In the world of immortality, strength is respected. Which sect would respect people with ordinary strength?"
The light in the sky dimmed.
At this moment, heaven and earth were silent.
Then there seemed to be a voice that came out and reached everyone's ears.
The moment the simple and thick voice came out, everyone subconsciously looked at the sky, at the woman above the sky holding a sword in front of her, the hilt of the sword lightly held in her hands, the blade of the sword
Facing the ground, the cold moonlight reflected on the long sword that shone with a strong sword light.
The wind blew by, blowing up the heavenly Taoist robes embroidered with silver and gold!
Nanhuang narrowed his eyes and looked at the stone pendant around Sword Girl's neck that was reflected on the Mirror of the Sky.
"Why do you think you are an immortal? What do you mean by a sword immortal?"
"..."
next moment!
Only the sound of clanging swords echoed!
Behind the woman standing on the high platform, she stretched out an arm and stabbed the sky with a long sword.
The bright lights shone on the woman, but she still made no movement and stood quietly on the high platform.
Sonorous——
The second sword appeared behind her again!
"Hmm? Could it be that the Sword Sect has a new trick?"
Everyone stared blankly at the sky, their eyes full of doubts.
The discussion stopped, and it seemed that only the Taoist Master holding a long sword in the sky was left in this world.
"The world!"
The simple sounds once again echoed between heaven and earth, the sound of wind, the sound of falling snow, the roar of horse hooves, and the sonorous sound of swords being unsheathed!
"The Sword Sect of the World!"
When this sound came out, everyone's eyes were attracted for a moment, and their eyes were filled with astonishment as they looked at the woman on the high platform.
Yao Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and squinted at everything in front of him.
Wenren Pingxin also held his breath.
The monks in Wuhua Palace stared at the sky.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
In the silence, dazzling lights seemed to appear on the sky, and then, long swords appeared one after another behind the woman in the sky.
There is an arm attached to each sword, one after another, densely packed, stretching to the sky. The woman standing at the front is like a statue!
With the appearance of each sword, a heavy narrative can be heard!
"Chengying."
Keng——
"Taa."
Keng——
"Zhanlu."
"Chunjun."
"Long Yuan."
"But evil."
"..."
Each sword shines under the moonlight, blooming with awe-inspiring light, and the colors are intertwined!
Everyone in the audience looked at all this with solemn expressions, and their eyes were full of doubts. The elders of the sects listened to the voices echoing in the sky, but their eyes were full of solemn expressions, and there seemed to be something in their throats.
With a hoarse meaning, he slowly opened his mouth and said:
"That's the sword of the Sword Sect."
"To be precise, it's the sword buried in the Sword Sect's Sword Tomb."
Sword Tomb?
The eyes of the disciples of the Sword Sect instantly reflected infinite fanaticism, and cold sweat broke out from their backs. Listening to the name of the sword, there were faint traces of tears in the corners of their eyes.
Xi Qingyi's lips moved, her eyes stared at the world, and her big hand pressed tightly on the hilt of the sword in her hand, feeling that there was a pent-up feeling in her chest that was difficult to vent.
"The Sword Sect from thousands of years ago was called Tianxia Sword Sect!"
"In the Sword Sect at that time, the sword immortal spit out his lips, and the sword energy spread across the mountains for thousands of miles. He breathed the breath into a sword, and the sword could reach the nine heavens."
"Where the Sword Sect is located, one sword can bring peace to the world!"
"..."
The moonlight is quiet, and hundreds of long swords bloom in the sky!
At this time, everyone really saw clearly that there was not just the woman at the head of the high platform, but hundreds of people lined up in a straight line behind her!
Everyone, holding long swords, blooms like a lotus!
boom--
Such a shocking scene instantly made everyone watching excited.
An elder from the Holy Land stood up subconsciously, took a deep breath and looked at the scene in front of him.
Above the sky, the eyes of the leading woman changed instantly. Instead of being dull before, she looked at everything with disdain.
Then there was a blue-purple sword energy escaping from the sky. The next moment, a blue-purple sword instantly hovered between the sky and the earth. The sky above the head was filled with purple energy, as if it was a fairyland filled with mist.
Immediately afterwards, the purple energy began to surge, and under the purple energy, there were colorful brilliance pouring out, and the flow was gorgeous!
The last word: "Qingping!"
A scornful sword energy instantly filled the entire temple, and everyone stared blankly at the sword above the sky. Different from the hundreds of long swords, this was the real sword sect's most precious treasure, the Qingping Sword!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The perspective suddenly rises, the Qingping Sword flies into the nine heavens, purple lotus blossoms bloom between heaven and earth, and then the voice comes out again.
"The world has been peaceful for too long. It has been so long that the world has forgotten the sword sect in the world and the catastrophe a thousand years ago!"
"..."
The sword girl finally waved the long sword in her hand for the first time. At this moment, the long swords in the sky seemed to be telling and roaring!
The sword buzzes!
For a moment, no matter where you were in the temple, you could feel the long sword in your hand humming, and an incomparable sword energy swept across the huge temple.
The sword girl stood still and did not move. The hundreds of swords blooming behind her still did not move. It seemed that the whole world could hear breathing.
Then thunder exploded, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and moon lost all light!
An astonishing sword energy rises from the Qingping sword body into the sky, spreading to the end of the sky beyond the reach of the eyes. The clouds all over the sky are swept into the blue and purple, and the heaven and earth change, majestic and spectacular!
The sky seems to be divided into two, with clear lines!
A bright moon was shaking, and the cool moonlight dyed half of the sky. The snow-white sword mark on the sky was particularly obvious.
The purple energy coming from the east is nothing more than thirty thousand feet.
Yao Yan took a deep breath.
The expressions of the elders of the Sword Sect were shocked, and their eyes were full of shock as they looked at the scene in front of them!
The disciples of the Peach Blossom Sect also stared blankly at the sky.
All the people in the twenty-one prefectures and cities looked at everything in front of them without saying a word, and were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a shocking scene!
"this......"
"This is the Sword Master?!"
"Is this really the Sword Sect?"
The voice above the sky is still echoing:
"In that catastrophe a thousand years ago, the twenty-one states were covered with desolation. Everything as far as the eye could see were bones. The earth was withered and cracked. There were no bones left of the monks in the world. The mountains and rivers were stained with blood. The Cangjiang River was built in ruins. Everywhere it crossed was...
It’s a loss of life.”
"Withered bones, lying corpses, and cold wind."
"Sea of bones, trembling, broken."
The voice calmly described the horror of the catastrophe of all races thousands of years ago. Some people subconsciously stood up, looked at the sky, and clenched their hands tightly.
It was a massacre that broke the backbone of the twenty-one states, and the despair that wiped out all the pride of the twenty-one states for the first time!
Some old elders seemed to be recalling the past events at that time. Saint Yao Yan pursed her thin lips and looked at the Sword Sect above the sky without saying a word.
People who have not experienced the catastrophe of all races will never feel despair!
"All the sects in the twenty-one states have avoided fighting for the sake of the sect's continuation and allowed Huang Xiu to wreak havoc!"
"If people plan to enter Cangjian at that time, they must first pass through the eight hundred immortals of the Sword Sect."
"——The old head of the Sword Sect said this."
"Jian Zong walked out of the sect."
"Countless sword lights soar into the sky. If they are raging like a blizzard, the roar of the sword lights can still be heard thousands of miles away. One step above the sky is a sword fairy, and one step away is ashes!"
Every sentence hits the heart!
The entire temple was silent. Everyone watched the scene in front of them silently, looking at the woman with hundreds of swords blooming behind her, silently.
Many people gradually clenched their fists, and many gritted their teeth.
Looking at that Sword Sect, looking at this Sword Sect, which is called the last of the ten major sects.
Sonorous——
A long sword broke.
It breaks very crisply.
"Chengying, fall!"
Sonorous——
"Tai'a, fall!"
"Zhanlu, fall!"
"Chunjun, Yun!"
"Long Yuan. Fall!"
"..."
One sword after another broke, leaving only the hilt in hundreds of hands.
The moonlight all over the sky suddenly shone down at this moment, until the last sword broke.
Until the sword in the sword girl's hand completely broke.
"The Eight Hundred Sword Immortals of the Sword Sect."
"Sword Sect's Eight Hundred Sword Tomb."
"The Jian Zong no longer has the word Tianxia."
"..."
Every sentence, every word is extremely plain, but every sentence is telling, telling a fact that everyone in the twenty-one states knows!
"Tai'a cut off the water of the Cangjiang River with one sword. He pointed his sword directly at the desolate cultivator. With one sword, he blocked three thousand desolate cultivators from crossing the river. Have you forgotten it a long time ago?"
"Zhan Lu stood up in the upside-down sky with one sword, and held down the upside-down sky with one sword. Do you ever remember that?"
"Qing Ping opened the sky with one sword, and the blood of Huang Xiu was sprinkled under the sword. With one sword, she cut off 300,000 dead souls of Huang Xiu, and no one told her about it."
The past is the past, one generation tells the story of three generations.
Everyone in the twenty-one prefectures looked at this scene with tragic expressions. One woman gently covered her lips and trembled.
Every broken sword is a withered skeleton scattered in the twenty-one states.
——This is the opening ceremony of the Sword Sect.
After six terms, it is no longer a sword pointing at the sky.
Maybe it’s disdain?
The arrogant Jianzong never bothered to explain?
"What is cultivating an immortal? What is a sword immortal? Why cultivate an immortal?"
A plain word came again, as if it meant something, Youyou said:
"Jianzong, the world of cultivation."
"People from the Sword Sect cultivate immortality for the sake of the world!"
boom--
It broke out in an instant!
Everyone stood up. Even the elders of the Holy Land took a deep breath and stared at the woman in the sky with hundreds of broken swords.
"Is cultivating immortality for the sect? Is cultivating immortality for yourself?"
The faint words seem to be murmuring to themselves, echoing throughout the world?
It seems like you are asking about Wuhuaque?
Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to Wuhuaque, to the gloomy-looking Lin Duo, and to the restless Wuhuaque disciples.
"Perhaps what you said is not wrong, but are there intact eggs under the overturned nest?"
"Someone will eventually take over the backbone of the Twenty-One States."