Chapter 338 He held a sword called Wind

"Three years."

Ye Xingzhou asked again, "Has his spiritual roots grown?"

"Why are you asking about this?" Elder Xuan said with a sigh, "You treat your spiritual power as a mere decoration, why can't you explore it yourself?"

After checking, it was found that his spiritual roots were empty and his dantian was completely destroyed. Liu Guian is now weaker than an ordinary person.

If there had been no medicine hanging, the grass on the grave would have been seven feet high by now.

Ye Xingzhou replied, "It's strange that he found out he has no spiritual roots. The Cangshui Bow wants to recognize him as its master."

Elder Xuan paused as he pushed the door open. "Cang Shui recognized him? Did you sense it correctly?"

Ye Xingzhou was also confused, "My sense was correct. If I hadn't held him down just now, Cangshui would have already run onto him."

Elder Xuan murmured, "Liu Zhiyin is really quite capable. She actually escaped the cause and effect."

Ye Xingzhou blinked, "Is it Liu Guian's mother?"

"Yes—" Elder Xuan stopped talking in time and slapped Ye Xingzhou, "Why are you worrying so much?"

"Take good care of the Cangshui River. We can't let it get close to the Liuguian River yet."

Ye Xingzhou changed his mind and continued to ask, "Elder Xuan, you already know Cangshui, so it's not too much to know Xin Lan as well."

Elder Xuan rolled his eyes at Ye Xingzhou and said, "Ye Xingzhou, you bastard, how dare you try to trick me."

"Elder Xuan, please don't wrongly accuse your disciple." Ye Xingzhou pretended to be confused.

Elder Xuan definitely knows him; he spoke so familiarly just now.

Elder Xuan snorted coldly, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Immortal."

The words "Ye Xingzhou" made Elder Xuan's brows heavy.

"The Immortal has evolved into a human, Elder Xuan. The people you took away from the Meng family earlier should have been Immortal."

"They have a strange fragrance."

"From a slimeworm, to a tooth, to a meatball, the meatball hatched and devoured spiritual energy, becoming a baby, and now."

"Immortal, evolved into a human, a person who can disguise himself at will."

"Elder Xuan, are you really not going to tell me?"

The only flaw is the strange fragrance.

Elder Xuan stared intently, his hands tightly gripping the armchair, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened, like spider silk or insect cocoons, with several lines crisscrossing each other.

He had to believe what Ye Xingzhou said.

He also smelled that strange fragrance.

But, Elder Xuan thought it was a medicine man.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be immortal that evolved from the black slime worm.

Immortal, even more powerful than a thousand years ago.

If the situation continues to develop, it will be out of control.

"I will take care of this matter."

Elder Xuan said solemnly, "After you became my disciple, did Feng Wujian ask Zuo Chunhui to give you the apprenticeship gift?"

Ye Xingzhou said, "I didn't ask for help, but Master gave it to me later."

Although I didn't meet Tong Feng Wu Jian, I still gave him the gift of apprenticeship.

Seeing the apprenticeship ceremony is equivalent to meeting the master.

Elder Xuan said solemnly, "Now, take the apprenticeship gift and go to the Sword Tomb."

"You previously reported to the Law Enforcement Hall that there were spies from the Yantian Sect. Jiangke Shanhuai has already made some progress. I will urge them to speed up."

"That spy is cunning. You should be more careful about the people around you."

Ye Xingzhou nodded.

Not knowing what Elder Xuan said, the sect secretly started an investigation overnight.

Without alarming anyone, the investigation actually resulted in the capture of a person with a strange fragrance.

He is a new disciple who joined the sect this year.

At this time, Ye Xingzhou had already arrived at Wangchuan Cliff.

The first time I came here, I was fined for trespassing in a restricted area.

The second time he came, he brought the apprenticeship gift to the sword tomb to seek opportunities.

The sky is vast and the ground is covered with snow.

The wind brings cold air, freezing me to the bones.

Without a trace, without a sound, without a trace.

The world was cold and silent, with only the sword tomb standing in between.

Ye Xingzhou stepped forward and the snow buried most of his leg.

The snow on Wangchuan Cliff is too deep.

From afar, each sword tomb was covered with a thick layer of snow.

They are pointed, like countless graves.

Ye Xingzhou circulated his spiritual power, and his body became lighter, so he could walk on the snow as if it were flat ground.

The wind was chilly and the snow was very cold.

Ye Xingzhou dug through a pile of snow.

The sword in the sword tomb is mottled and cold.

On the hilt of the sword, there is a small snowman that is only the size of a palm and is intact.

When he saw the little snowman, Ye Xingzhou was still a little dazed.

This is what he pinched.

It was not destroyed. It seemed that the sword was protecting it with its sword energy.

No matter how strong the wind and snow are, the sword tomb still stands.

Ye Xingzhou's intrusion was as small as a grain of sand in the vast ice and snow and among the thousands of snow tombs.

The snow was too thick and new snow covered it as soon as we cleared it.

Ye Xingzhou was surrounded by tombs.

Those graves stand quietly.

Ye Xingzhou was protected by spiritual power, and no snow or wind fell on his body. He took out the storage bag from his arms.

Reach into the storage bag.

A circle of powerful spiritual power surged out.

After a moment, Ye Xingzhou didn't touch anything.

The storage bag is empty.

Ye Xingzhou was confused and took it out again.

No, empty?

At this moment, the wind cut my face like a knife.

Ye Xingzhou's spiritual barrier was broken without him noticing.

The wind is biting.

Ye Xingzhou waved his hand to create a barrier.

He paused.

There is something in my hand.

Ye Xingzhou glanced sideways and saw that his palm was empty.

However, his body sense told him that he clearly felt that he was pinching something.

Like a sword handle.

Vision is easily affected, so Ye Xingzhou simply closed his eyes and sensed carefully.

The moment your eyes close.

The spiritual energy spreads out like a mountain.

His spirit left his body and Ye Xingzhou separated from his body.

He closed his eyes, but he could see a sword in his hand.

It's a sword.

He grasped a sword.

A sword forged by the wind.

The shape is not fixed, it can be like the falling spring rain or like the rising cold wind.

Let go and the wind will pass by, hold tight and the wind-forged sword will be blown away.

He can hold it if he wants.

Hold this sword called wind.

"Why is there a new kid here?"

A child's voice sounded, and Ye Xingzhou suddenly opened his eyes.

The surroundings have changed drastically.

The snow is gone.

The weather is fine, the grass is green and the land is verdant.

The whole mountain.

There are densely packed tombs standing there.

Ye Xingzhou's pupils trembled.

There are more than just graves.

besides.

Countless dead souls.

Countless dead souls, covered in wounds, are guarding the sword tomb.

They were all dressed in fiery red clan robes, and the tokens on their waists revealed three characters written in a flamboyant style.

Even though there were sword marks and the clothes were torn, they were still dazzlingly red.

The dead souls are stationed with swords beside the tombs.

Although there are losses in battle, there is honor.

One heart is enough to shock.

"You are still young, why are you here?"

A child who looked about eight or nine years old asked Ye Xingzhou in an adult tone.

The child's body was translucent and covered with knife scars, making him look a bit ferocious, but his eyes were serious.

"Sister Chengyi, you're running around again."

Another transparent, legless ghost stepped forward and said to Ye Xingzhou, "This is the land of the dead. You are still alive. You can't stay here for long. Go back quickly."

"Close your eyes and take three steps back to get back."

Ye Xingzhou looked around in a trance.

Some of the dead souls guarding the grave peeked at him curiously, while others sat cross-legged and regulated their breathing as they did when they were alive.

There is not a single ghostly aura in this land of lush green grass.

These dead souls.

Like the scorching sun.

Ye Xingzhou took out a token from his arms and spread it out with trembling fingertips.

Under the blue sky and in the warm sunshine.

His voice trembled.

"Is this the Zhiyang Sect?"

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