After a while, Chen Luo very considerately helped the two old demons end their suffering and found them a new big family. However, looking at the two of them, even if they joined the big family, they could only do odd jobs below and could not become the leader.

"Thank you, two seniors."

The middle-aged man and the female cultivator who had escaped death flew over quickly and thanked Chen Luo and Mu Jianyu. The female cultivator had changed into new clothes, and the color on her face had also recovered a lot.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior."

The three Ancient Sword Sect disciples who had been hiding aside and not taking action also gathered together.

The disciple holding the talisman looked at Mu Jianyu with admiration in his eyes.

They were all sword cultivators, so they naturally understood the value of Mu Jianyu's previous sword. Even in their Ancient Sword Sect, the strong ones who could wield such sword energy must be elders, far beyond the reach of ordinary disciples like them.

"Let's go."

Chen Luo collected the remaining soul and turned to walk towards the market.

Seeing this, Mu Jianyu quickly followed, leaving behind a group of Ancient Sword Sect disciples who wanted to curry favor with him but failed, with regret on their faces. This was a master of the Sword Sect, if they could establish a relationship with him, they might be able to be promoted directly to a true disciple when they return to the sect.

The mission went very smoothly.

The two demons, Fury and Hatred, cleared out all the casual cultivators, greatly reducing the complexity of the task. It only took the two of them a cup of tea to complete all the tasks. Mu Jianyu's "temporary identity card" was extended for one month, and his authority became that of an outer disciple.

"Are you going back now?"

Mu Jianyu played with the identity token in his hand and asked Chen Luo.

"No rush for now, I'll go confirm one thing first."

He had finally avoided the battlefield, so how could he rush back at this time? He was now waiting for two pieces of news, one was the location of the Ancient Sword Sect's immortal weapon, and the second was the place where the old predecessors such as Qiushui Sword Master sat and passed away.

The first piece of news was hard to find out, but he already had some clues about the second piece of news. It was a good opportunity for him to take advantage of the battle between the two sects to go and see the place where he passed away.

"What's up?"

"Exploring graves."

Pure Yang Immortal Sect.

White auspicious clouds floated in the sky, and the huge realm was dragged slowly forward by several fierce beasts. This realm was not large, only half the size of the Ancient Sword Sect. But the terrain here was more rugged, and nine immortal mountains stood on the small floating island of the realm.

There is a palace on every fairy mountain.

The palaces are connected by white jade bridges, and when viewed from above, they look like a big circle.

The eight directions are auxiliary, and the center is the primary.

The palace in the center was the most majestic, with a bell tower-like building at the top, and a gray bronze bell hanging above it. Three old-looking Pure Yang Immortal Sect monks stood beside the bronze bell. One of them wiped the dust off the bronze bell with his hand and spoke.

"Let's get started."

"good!"

The two people beside them walked away, and the three of them formed a triangle and surrounded the bronze bell in the middle. Then they raised their hands at the same time and placed their palms on the bronze bell. After absorbing the power of the three runes, the dusty bronze bell began to tremble slightly. The copper dust fell off, revealing the golden words underneath.

Buzz!!

The low sound of the bell resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and a strong wind blew from the bell tower, blowing across the entire Chunyang Immortal Gate.

The three old men closest to him had their robes rustling and their hair and beards flying.

"Please ask for the Immortal Bell!"

"Please ask for the Immortal Bell!!"

The three of them spoke at the same time, and the spiritual energy in their bodies poured into the bronze bell like flowing water. The golden words on the surface of the bronze bell became brighter and brighter, and the aura became stronger and stronger. In contrast, the aura of the three monks of the Pure Yang Sect withered visibly. The marks originally imprinted on the palms of the three of them also seemed to lose color and became extremely dim.

Boom!!!

Another bell rang.

The three people at close range spit out blood at the same time. The two people on the left and right were blown away and hit the stone pillar behind. Only the person in the middle stabilized his body. He resisted the surge of spiritual power in his body and stretched out his hand to press the surface of the bronze bell. The spiritual power in his body connected with the bronze bell, and the impact of the serious injury on him quickly disappeared. The spiritual power consumed before also began to flow back, and a trace of blood returned to his face.

"Unfortunately, only 10% of his strength has been awakened."

After his breath calmed down, a trace of regret flashed in the old man's eyes. He withdrew his palm, and the dim mark on his palm became clear and bright again, with a special power flowing through it.

"That's enough. As long as we can seize that vein of minerals, we'll have a chance to survive this disaster."

The two people who were seriously injured and vomiting blood stood up staggeringly.

The power of the three great Hedao monks was poured into the immortal bell, which in return gave them 10% of the power of the immortal bell. This 10% of power was enough to help them seize the initiative and catch the Ancient Sword Sect off guard. By the time the other party reacted, they had already grabbed what they wanted.

"It's a pity that none of the three of us have reached the Tribulation Realm. If a Tribulation Realm cultivator takes action, the degree of revival of the Immortal Bell can at least reach 30%."

"If we really had the ability to cross the Tribulation Realm, we wouldn't have reached this point."

The three of them sighed, and then their eyes turned firm.

Half a day later.

A stream of light flew away from the Pure Yang Immortal Sect and flew towards the direction of the Ancient Sword Sect.

The scale of the Dao Zong battle began to spread outward.

Countless sects were involved. The Immortal Dao Alliance, which was formed not long ago, seemed to have become a joke at this moment. The plague beast disaster that had attracted everyone's attention just a moment ago suddenly became a minor disease that no one cared about. Everyone's attention was on the Ancient Sword Sect and the Pure Yang Immortal Sect.

The plague beast is still wreaking havoc.

The friction between the Ancient Sword Sect and the Pure Yang Immortal Sect became increasingly intense.

A few days later, the Pure Yang Sect officially entered the spiritual realm where the Ancient Sword Sect was located, and the two sides fought a great battle at the Hulukou. Several elders in the Return to Void Realm took action, and a deacon in the Transformation Realm fell. The number of deaths of the lower-level disciples was too numerous to count.

"The sect's mission has changed. Let us go to Hulukou to deliver the elixir."

Mu Jianyu looked at the changing information on the task token and said to Chen Luo in front of him.

In the mountains and forests.

Chen Luo walked in front, holding a compass in one hand and calculating with the other. His aura had changed a lot from a few days ago, and at this moment, Chen Luo looked like a charlatan.

Not far ahead, a golden mouse was running around in the old forest in the mountains, as if looking for something.

This rat was the treasure-hunting rat that Chen Luo had thrown into the cave gourd and raised for hundreds of years as a waste. It was also thanks to the special breed of this guy, otherwise by the time Chen Luo remembered it, it would have turned into a dried rat fertilizer field.

"No."

Chen Luo said without turning his head.

He is not a true disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, so how could he possibly risk his life there?

According to the feedback from the clone, the Ancient Sword Sect and the Pure Yang Immortal Sect have been fighting fiercely recently, and the level of the fight has risen to the Return to Void Realm. If you go there at this time, you will be targeted if you are not careful.

It's too dangerous!

Definitely not going.

"If you don't go, you will be expelled from the sect."

Mu Jianyu was speechless. She had finally managed to sneak into the Ancient Sword Sect and even completed a time-delayed mission to improve her status, but she had to give up in the blink of an eye. This made her a little confused about Chen Luo's purpose.

"If you are expelled, you can join again. It's nothing more than changing your identity."

Chen Luo looked at the compass and stopped.

The tomb of Qiushui Sword Master was not easy to find. Chen Luo used the brain of the "Heavenly Secret Monk" to calculate for several days and even sent out treasure-hunting rats. He did dig out two remains of the foundation-building and elixir-forming sites, but he never found the place where Qiushui Sword Master passed away.

Buzz!!

Suddenly, a strange sound came from a distance.

Chen Luo felt a palpitation, and so did Mu Jianyu beside him. They both raised their heads and looked up at the same time. They saw that the sun, which was originally hanging in the sky, had fallen down without knowing when.

The falling sun sucked away all the light from the surrounding area, making the entire area dim.

The spiritual energy burns, emitting scorching air waves.

The soil on the ground was visibly dry and cracked, the green plants originally growing on the ground withered quickly, and large tracts of forests were on fire.

Pure Yang!

Although there was no sound, everyone in the Ancient Sword Sect's spiritual realm heard it at this moment. This was a sound from a higher level, a power beyond the spiritual level. If one really wanted to describe it, it would be the spirit of the immortals.

There is an additional word "Xian" in the spiritual energy.

A figure walked out of the scorching sun holding a large bell in one hand. This person was like a fire god, standing in mid-air. The entire battlefield in the Hulukou area was burned into a distorted shape by the heat released by the ancient bell.

"Pure Yang Fire."

The figure raised his sleeves and waved them downwards.

In just a moment, all the immortal cultivators in the spiritual realm where the gourd mouth was located spontaneously combusted. From spiritual power to soul, everything that could be seen by the naked eye turned into yang fire.

"Immortal weapon?!"

"He is the second generation ancestor of the Pure Yang Immortal Sect!!"

The bodies of the two Ancient Sword Sect's Return to Void elders were destroyed, and their spirits tried to escape through the air. However, after they flew for a while, their spirits were ignited and burned into black gas in the blink of an eye.

The yang fire dissipated.

The Man in the Void stretched out his hand and grabbed downwards, picking up an entire mountain range and putting it into his sleeves.

"stop!!"

Just as the man holding the bell was about to leave, a shocked and angry voice came from the direction of the Ancient Sword Sect.

The figure holding the ancient bell turned around, looked at the figure flying over, and raised his hand to slap it.

Boom! !

The scorching waves turned into spherical air waves that spread out, the ground exploded, and flames ignited on the rocks. All the spiritual energy in the air was ignited, forming an extreme world of pure yang fire.

The flying Gu Jianzong He Dao groaned, and all the Dao rhyme around him was disrupted.

He had no choice but to retreat quickly, and at the same time took out ten purple talismans from his sleeves. These talismans were all talisman papers that contained the power of immortal weapons.

Ten pieces of talisman paper exploded at the same time, finally blocking the sound of the bell.

"Yang Wusheng, you've crossed the line."

Hedao of Ancient Sword Sect steadied his body and did not dare to move forward. He looked at Hedao of Pure Yang Immortal Sect with anger in his eyes.

"Where are the boundaries in this place?"

Yang Wusheng took back the bronze bell in his hand, and the shadow turned into a white breath and retracted into his palm, turning into a mark on his palm.

The Pure Yang Immortal Bell at 10% of its power is enough for him to suppress all powerful enemies. (End of this chapter)