Chapter 850: Ten Thousand Swords Withered, Three Corpse Spirits
Zhongtu, away from the mountains.
Shen He sat cross-legged and meditated.
The leader's eyes were open, he was not in trance. And what was rare, his expression was not peaceful, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was worry hidden in the depths of his eyes... Not long after, a golden sword message suddenly Leap out of the void.
The leader immediately stretched out his hand to grab the sword message and read the details inside with his spiritual consciousness.
Several elders around Shen He were present. As always, Hong Jing was the most impatient. Before the leader could speak, she asked: "But there is news about Senior Brother Yu. Is he okay? How is the situation at the Sword Tomb?"
Sword Tomb, Jiangshan Sword Domain Site. Since Su Jing picked up the sword, this ancient holy land of spiritual practice has been closed most of the time. It is occasionally open, ranging from a month to ten days. In exchange for the True Spirit of Ruiyuan, if the Xiu family wants to pick up a sword today, they can only take advantage of this opportunity.
It's okay to pick swords when it's open, but when it's closed, the major heavenly sects will arrange for disciples to stay around. First, they can know in time when it's open and arrange for the younger sects to pick swords as soon as possible; secondly, they're afraid that the new cultivators are not sensible and will not be able to pick swords in the sword tomb. If you venture in when you are autistic, it won't cost you your life. If you cause any big trouble, it will be troublesome.
About this time the day before yesterday, the disciples who stayed behind at the Sword Tomb came back with a message, saying that the Sword Tomb had been opened again. This was originally a good thing. After hearing the news, the Zhengdao cultivators sent their disciples to hurry over; but unexpectedly, they did not wait for the juniors to rush over. When they arrived, the disciples guarding the tomb sent back a new message:
Ten thousand swords in the tomb suddenly erupted with quenching light, converging and intertwining with each other, forming a huge vortex of sword light visible to the naked eye with the sharp sword energy, spinning wildly, drawing nearby spiritual energy into the sword tomb continuously. Eight hours later, the whirlpool disappeared. But the ten thousand swords in the tomb also disappeared.
It happened that Elder Yu from Lishan was out of the mountain on business and was near the Sword Tomb. After learning about this vision, he temporarily put down what he was doing and rushed to the Sword Tomb to investigate.
There is a great mystery hidden in the sword tomb. Elder Yu has deep cultivation and excellent swordsmanship, but it cannot be guaranteed. As soon as the leader knew that he was going, he immediately dispatched three elders, Gong, Fan and Feng, to provide support.
The news just came from Elder Yu. Shen He nodded: "Junior brother Yu is fine. He has come out of the sword tomb. The ten thousand swords in the tomb did not disappear, but sank deep underground, and another formation was formed. The formation was self-defeating and fell into a deeper sleep."
Elder Lishan felt sympathy for his brothers and sisters. Elder Hong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "It's okay. It's a heart-wrenching incident that has affected my practice. When Mr. Yu comes back, the head senior brother will have to help me find an explanation."
It was a joke, but Master Shen He did not laugh, and the worry in his eyes did not diminish at all: "Junior Brother Yu carefully identified the formations of Wanjian deployed underground in the tomb. He dared not confirm anything that was too detailed, but he felt that the seal The formation is a bit like... Wuku Dingguan."
The five senses are dry, the body is immobile, and there is no reaction even if the disaster is approaching. Unless one can break through, he will remain in self-imposed seclusion forever.
Elder Hong was stunned for a moment, and quickly thought of something. Her beautiful eyebrows also frowned. But before she could say anything, a disciple on duty at the mountain gate came back with a message: the leader's beloved disciple Yu Miao'er has returned from the netherworld.
Chen He was slightly surprised when he heard the news: Almost three decades ago, Yu Fiao went to the underworld to practice the fifth realm of eliminating evil spirits. This time, the genius disciple really 'wasted' a lot of time in order to achieve a truly solid state. It took a full hundred years. After breaking through the fifth level, Master He Yuhe, the second-grade judge, personally arranged to find a good Tiangang and then practice the Tiangang Seal.
It took a hundred years to overcome evil spirits. Logically speaking, Duogang's cultivation would only take longer, but he came back after only eighty years?
Not long after, Yu Miao'er entered the mountain and saluted Master and all the uncles. When asked, Yu Miao made no secret. As expected, he had only completed half of the sixth realm of cultivation. Because of his wisdom and great understanding, he did not hesitate to He took the risk to interrupt his practice and went back to the mountain...
This kid, Yu Miaoer, is good at everything, but his mouth is clumsy. He went back and forth for a long time before he could explain clearly why he stopped practicing and what he had realized.
After hearing this, Shen He's face dropped like water: "Seriously?"
Yu Fiao nodded vigorously, but hesitated when he spoke: "Disciple thinks... it's serious, it's real, so we have to be careful... just in case it turns out to be true."
After a while, the sword messages of the masters of Lishan rushed up from the Jiulingxing Peak of Lishan, scattering all the major Tianzong and righteous sects!
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In the inner courtyard of the Imperial Palace, after the assassin escaped, another wave of zombies made trouble. Although they were quickly wiped out, the zombies still delayed the best opportunity to pursue the underground palace. When the laughter and curses in the wooden bells dispersed, Deep in the earth's core, the aura of Agu Wangxu has disappeared.
As a matter of course, Sha Ke mobilized his troops and generals to search for traces of the assassin, but it was too late. He missed the last moment. No matter how big the battle was, it was just a needle in a haystack. An hour later, inside the main altar of Jingnan Temple, outside In a janitor's room in a remote corner, a blind old man who worked tirelessly to light the fire for the temple was lying on a bare bed, dying, waiting for death.
After being out of danger, Su Jing truly relaxed. His mind was reflected in the black stone cave sky, and he asked his companions: "You have become more capable now."
This theory comes from the red hat devil. During the first assassination, Su Jing had a direct encounter with the man-controlling devil and knew that this half-man, half-corpse monster was difficult to deal with. However, this time he worked hard on it for a while, and finally succeeded. When we came back, the murderous creature had been cut into pieces, which showed that our companions were very capable.
Don't listen to Xiao Xiao proudly: "The red hat is not too powerful, so that's it."
The three corpses pulled Su Jing away a few steps and said with a serious tone: "Tomorrow is a big battle, and maybe the powerful figure who tampered with the world in the killing machine will also show up. Don't neglect it, come on, let's 'Sword Master of the East Sky' 'Come and pray to the gods, bless them, and wish for a successful battle and for all of us to be safe and sound."
Su Jing was a little curious, did the three corpses also have gods in their hearts?
Sure enough, the three corpses and their god tablets have been carved. They used the bluestone from the Agu King Ruins and carved them into three upright and exquisite god tablets. There are no words on the three god tablets, only pictures and pictures.
The sacred tablet in the hands of the Great Lord Lei Hand has a bun engraved in the middle, and there are three wisps of smoke on the bun, which seems to be steaming;
The statues in the hands of the two red-eyed statues have a certain amount of gold engraved in the middle, and there are several divine lights on the ingot. It seems to be shining gold;
The three statues hold sacred statues with flowers in their hands, and a woman is carved in the middle. There are also several winds around the woman's body, which seems to be the scent of meat.
Su Jing laughed. He didn't worship them. After all, he was a righteous disciple. There was no point in worshiping Baozi Jinzi and a girl with a big butt. Unexpectedly, Lei Dong had been prepared. He took out a god statue from his small coffin and said with a smile: "I've prepared it for you. Take a look and see if you're satisfied with it."
Su Jing was confused as soon as he took it. The statue was in a mess, densely packed with little people. All the little people basically looked the same: the upper circle was the head, the next circle was the body, and the four bars sticking out from the four sides of the body were the arms. and legs. There are three smaller circles inside the head circle for eyes and mouth.
Lei Dong was very patient and explained to Su Jing one by one: "This, the one with 'three' on the forehead is our grandfather, and the 'three' is wrinkles; this one, there are nine sticks standing up on the back of the body. This is the Innocent Great Sage, he
Isn't the old man a nine-tailed fox? This is Lord Yama. Look at the lights all around his head. Do you see those little paths? The two holding hands are Master and Uncle. The one on Master's head is the sun.
The thing on Uncle Master's head is the moon. Look carefully, the moon is a little smaller than the sun..."
Su Jing pointed to another figure: "Who is this with the stick?"
"It's the little master's wife. She holds a sword in her hand, but it's too small to draw, so I drew a stick. Anyway, sticks, shovels, and other things are all swords in her hands. The one on the side without a sword is the master.
Mom, these seven are the other seven masters from Lishan, and they all have sticks."
None of the seven masters were easy to draw, but fortunately, everyone in the Lishan Sword Sect used swords, so Lei Dong asked each of the seven villains to hold a stick.
The one-foot-tall, three-inch-wide little god tablet has more than a dozen people engraved on it. Lei Dong’s carving of buns is pretty good, but his craftsmanship in carving portraits is really unbelievable. The Great Heavenly Lord was so thoughtful that he specially engraved a round of red on the back of the god tablet.
The sun is a sword. The red sun is also a circle, but the sword is a sword, not a stick.
This makes Su Jingbai not worship...
Fortunately, respect only exists in the heart. No matter how badly the carving is done, it will not go wrong as long as you are sincere in bowing down to worship. Three fragrant sticks of Dongtian Sword Zun are offered to Baozi, Gold, Beauty and all the seniors.
After all the excitement, the cave became quiet. Everyone, including the three corpses, sat cross-legged on the rocks, breathing quietly and collecting their emotions. They couldn't tell whether they were waiting or looking forward to it. There would be a big battle tomorrow!
Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was dawn. Soon the bells rang outside, and the temple monks were conducting various rituals under the leadership of the abbot. Another hour passed, and the sound of singing and drinking was faintly heard. The emperor and the dignitaries of the Manchu Dynasty came to the temple.
The solemn ceremony of controlling people, which only occurs once a year, soon began.
The blind old man was lying alone on the bed, quietly listening to the movement outside, with no intention of getting up. This ceremony would continue into the night, so Su Jing was not in a hurry.
And last night they saw Ye Fei Chuang Palace. Although they didn't see the blood letter left by this madman, based on Su Jing's understanding of him, this person would probably come to join in the fun. Everyone in the cave had discussed it and waited.
Wait for him, he'd better be the one to strike the opening gong of this drama.
In the afternoon, the blind old man was lying quietly on the bed. Suddenly, with a "squeak", the door opened, and a rusty man dressed as a fisherman, as light as a shadow, floated into the house.
After closing the door gently, the 'fisherman' walked to the bed and looked down at the blind old man. After a while, the fisherman's frown relaxed and he said with a smile: "I said how could there be a familiar smell? It turns out it's you.
, little blind man, are you not dead yet?"
Ye Fei's cultivation level is no longer good, but his memory is not as good as usual, and, perhaps because of the hybrid, his nose is extremely sharp. Su Jing is a cultivator, and after the Aquarius realm, he has a pure body.
Unless he deliberately applied rouge and powder, there would be no smell at all on his body. However, when this painting was processed by Master Zixiao, it left an undetectable medicinal smell.
Ye Fei, who had already sneaked into the temple with this little medicinal smell and the two-faced relationship, felt "déjà vu" when passing by outside the house and came in to take a look.
After staring at the old blind man for another moment, the fisherman then smiled and said, "I didn't notice you when you were a child, but when I looked at you when you were old, you actually looked a lot like an old friend of mine. Little blind man, do you still remember me?"
Su Jing really admired Ye Fei. Asking himself, he could keep a relaxed mood during the assassination, but if he was as relaxed as Ye Fei and still in the mood to talk nonsense with an unrelated person when the enemy was looking around, Su Jing couldn't do it.
After Ye Fei experienced Lu Jiaoba's pursuit and the most terrifying experience in the world, he really didn't feel nervous or angry anymore.
The little blind man, who was about to die of old age, looked confused and moved his mouth, as if he wanted to ask, 'Who are you?', but he was too weak to make a sound.
It seemed that the blind old man in front of him was more important than the emperor's life. Ye Fei was not in a hurry to leave and reminded him with a smile: "When you were a child, on the official road from Qiujiang to Springland... there was an Orion... you scolded him
It's about 'pardoning your father', think about it carefully and see if you can remember it."
How many times in a lifetime can an ordinary person experience a catastrophic situation where his life is hanging by a thread? Therefore, the blind old man soon showed an expression of enlightenment after thinking about it for a short time. After the enlightenment, he was filled with fear. His mouth trembled, and he tried harder and harder, as if he wanted to say something.
Seeing his look, Ye Fei knew that he remembered him, and smiled even more happily: "Don't be afraid, since I spared you once, I won't bother to kill you in the future. I just find it interesting that I can see you three times.
This can be regarded as fate. If you are about to die and have any unfulfilled wishes, you might as well tell them and I will help you fulfill them."
Breathing loudly and coughing, the blind old man exerted himself so hard that his whole body trembled. After several efforts, he finally used his last strength to speak and said: "There is an assassin... there is an assassin!"