The magic sword trembled slightly.

Ke Zhenbei was a little surprised. He didn't expect that one-third of the sword energy couldn't suppress this person. So he pulled the sword out a little more.

The sword energy surged.

The momentum that had been suppressed instantly rose back, and the shaken mirror area stabilized again. Ke Zhenbei showed a smile on his face.

He has made up his mind.

Regardless of whether this person is a demon that escaped from the tomb, he must suppress this person and steal the secret from him.

Others may not be aware of it, but he had clearly noticed it before.

The real Lingxuzi had already been killed by the Yangji Venerable. He was at the foot of the mountain at the time and observed everything clearly with his spiritual sense. Even if the impostor in front of him was not a demon that escaped from the tomb, he must be an evil cultivator with ulterior motives. Killing such a person would be a waste of time, and it would also highlight his reputation for slaying demons and eliminating monsters.

"How are you thinking about it?"

Seeing the other person's increasingly gloomy expression, Ke Zhenbei's smile became brighter.

He really likes the feeling of overpowering others.

A monk of Hedao?

Even if a casual cultivator without a foundation reaches the Hedao realm, he is only the bottom of the Hedao realm.

There are no senior brothers or ancestors behind me!

There are no magic weapons or immortal artifacts.

Each of these things is not something that casual cultivators can possess. In the world of immortal cultivation, it is often not possible to rise by competing for qualifications. The Emperor's Tomb world is torn down and rebuilt every ten thousand years. Maybe it is not so obvious yet, but the outside world has long been fixed.

Among all races in the world, strength is respected!

The Nine Tomb Guarding Sects are the upper echelons of the immortal cultivation world, and their ancestors are their strength.

Just like the immortals, it was clearly just the land of one family, but it was forcibly divided into a clan.

This is the change brought about by strength.

"I've thought about it."

Chen Luo suddenly sighed, and the gloom on his face disappeared, turning into a smile. The aura surrounding him also disappeared without a trace.

He just wanted to cultivate Taoism in peace and quiet.

By the way, dig a few graves to pay tribute to the deceased ancestors.

But why don't these people always give him a chance?

The outside world of immortal cultivation seemed even darker than the one in the Emperor's Tomb. This kind of world of immortal cultivation with a complete system structure was the most troublesome to deal with. Chen Luo had not intended to confront them from the beginning. His original plan was to wait for Kuishan and Gexian to make trouble, and then he would take advantage of the chaos to reap the benefits.

The two seniors hadn't started the quarrel yet, but he ran into them first.

Judging from the attitude of this person in front of him, he has no intention of letting him live. In this case, I can only use his brain for the time being, hoping to read the secret of the Soul Chasing Mirror from this person's incomplete obsession.

Chen Luo stood up and took out a chessboard from the Dongtian gourd.

"I'm glad you figured it out. Let me see the gourd in your hand first."

Ke Zhenbei's gaze instantly fell on the Dongtian Gourd.

nice one!

I had never realized before that this gourd must be a treasure from the emperor's tomb, maybe even a burial object of the Immortal Emperor!

"No problem, but before that, I want to borrow something from you."

"Borrow what?"

Ke Zhenbei placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, not fearing at all that the evil cultivator opposite would resist.

When the master assigned tasks before, everyone rushed to hunt down the evil spirit that contained the "immortal spirit", and only he was assigned to this side. He originally thought he was just a small follower, but he didn't expect to get such a benefit.

The burial objects of the Immortal Emperor!

If I can get it and resell it outside, I won’t have to worry about the resources for cultivation for a long time. All the resources for cultivation in the Hedao realm will be found.

"It is my destiny to rise!"

The smile on Ke Zhenbei's face became brighter and brighter, and when he looked at Lingxuzi's old face again, he felt that it was particularly pleasing to the eye.

This is not some evil spirit at all, it is clearly Lingxuzi's opportunity!

"It's a little thing on your neck. It's easy to lend." Before he finished speaking, the figure opposite disappeared.

not good!

Ke Zhenbei's heart trembled and he subconsciously wanted to draw his sword.

BANG!!

The dark chessboard suddenly hit him from the left rear, with such force that it was like a demon beast in the Hedao realm. Ke Zhenbei's hand holding the hilt of the sword didn't have time to react, and he felt his head go numb, and his whole head was flattened by the chessboard, and even his soul was damaged.

The sword in his hand flew out, and all the preparations and calculations he had made beforehand seemed to have become a joke at this moment.

A surge of murderous aura burst out from Lingxuzi on the opposite side.

That is the power of a monk who is transcending tribulation!

Crossing the Tribulation Realm? How is that possible!

Ke Zhenbei felt his brain go haywire, his body and soul were shaken violently. He subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but the sword he had been holding in his hand flew out without him noticing.

But how is this possible! That is a magic weapon.

Ke Zhenbei subconsciously wanted to pinch the magic formula, but at this moment he found that all the connections below his shoulder were lost.

My hand is broken?

He finally understood how the sword left his hand. It turned out that it left his hand together with the sword.

Snap

Crystal-like cracks appeared in the mirror sword world. Chen Luo, who originally had a kind face, had a blood-red long sword in his hand.

Brother Qiu Yuan's brain was the most familiar with dealing with this situation. And when Chen Luo selected the brain before, Brother Qiu Yuan's reaction was the strongest. Combined with Kuishan's reaction before, Chen Luo guessed that Qiu Yuan was likely to have been plotted against by the Nine Tomb Guardians together with Kuishan.

Ke Zhenbei spat out a large mouthful of blood, and at this moment he finally came to his senses.

The demon in front of him really dared to attack, and he was the kind who wanted to kill him! He didn't care about the Nine Tomb Guardians behind him, and didn't care about the troubles that might come later.

"How dare he?! I've already given him a chance to live!"

Ke Zhenbei's body retreated quickly, and while being knocked away by the chessboard, he spat out a mouthful of blood in the air.

Dense sword energy emerged from the mirror sword world.

These sword energies turned into thousands of thin bamboo-like sword energies and stabbed towards Chen Luo. The magic weapon that flew out was also summoned by him with blood, mixed with sword energy and stabbed towards Chen Luo. If it was in its heyday, the sword energy that burst out of the magic weapon would definitely not be just this level. But now he lost the initiative and could only be forced to counterattack to buy himself time to escape.

"Sword Escape!"

Ke Zhenbei used his remaining left hand to draw in the air.

A circular mark appeared in front of him, and a vortex-shaped ripple appeared in the mirror sword world. His body quickly became virtual and began to escape along the vortex. As long as he escaped from the mirror sword world, he could send out a distress signal.

By that time, when the strong men from the sect arrive, even if this person has the cultivation level of the Tribulation Realm, they will be able to surround and kill him.

"I must extract his soul and refine his spirit!!"

Feeling the power of the escape technique, Ke Zhenbei said with red eyes.

This was not an emotion, but his eyes were really bleeding. The chessboard had dented half of his face, and the power of the spiritual weapon had penetrated into it, making it impossible for him to recover quickly. His entire nose had disappeared, and now he looked like a mass of flesh and blood, extremely miserable.

The worst thing is the power of the soul.

The power of the demon on the other side was beyond his expectations, and the previous chessboard almost shattered his soul. Now he was dizzy and the world he saw was in chaos, which was a sign that his soul was severely damaged.

"You are just a demon in the tomb. Do you really think the world outside is as simple as it is inside?"

Sensing the last bit of strength in his body leaving the mirror sword world, Ke Zhenbei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then hatred surged in his heart.

He vowed to turn this evil spirit into a slave.

Puff

A bloody long knife slashed across, and Ke Zhenbei felt his brain go blank, and then his consciousness dimmed. The murderous aura poured in through the wound, and then his consciousness completely dissipated.

'Why am I back again?'

A final trace of doubt flashed through Ke Zhenbei's mind.

He remembered that he had already escaped from the Mirror Sword Realm, so why did he suddenly appear in front of the other party? Could it be that the feeling of escaping before was all fake?

BANG!!

The mirror sword world shattered, and the two returned to the long street.

Ke Zhenbei, who was originally sitting opposite Chen Luo, suddenly twitched, and his face sank into the bowl of noodles, and he was no longer moving. Such a big noise naturally attracted a burst of exclamations, and the noodle stall owner quickly came over to help the man out of the bowl of noodles.

Drowned in noodle soup?

The noodle stall owner's face turned pale.

He was just a small business owner, and had never seen such a scene before. Other diners also dispersed, and some ran towards the government. There was an institution in the market under Lingxu Dongtian Mountain that specialized in managing ordinary people, and the person in charge was the butler who was scolded by Zhong Yan before.

"It's none of my business. He drowned while eating noodles."

The noodle stall owner pinched Ke Zhenbei's philtrum and looked at the diners around him for help.

"It really has nothing to do with you."

Chen Luo stood up and helped the shop owner out of the predicament.

At this time, the butler came in a hurry with a group of people. If it was an ordinary murder case, the butler would not come in person, but now was the time when Lingxu Cave Heaven was investigating and clearing out traitors. If he behaved badly, he would be immediately punished by Miss Zhong on the mountain.

Maybe he was too depressed some time ago, and Miss Zhong was particularly ruthless recently. The butler has not rested for a long time. In other words, he has the cultivation of the foundation-building realm. If it were a mortal, he would have died suddenly.

"Let's make way, let's make way"

The butler, who was surrounded by people, pushed through the crowd and walked in. As soon as he came in, before he could say anything, he saw Chen Luo standing next to the corpse. He was so scared that his legs went limp and he knelt down on the spot.

"Greetings to Venerable Lingxu."

When he was helping Zhong Yan in the mountains before, he had the honor of meeting Lingxuzi.

At this moment, Chen Luo was still wearing the image of Lingxuzi, so he naturally recognized him at a glance. Seeing this, the others also knelt down. They didn't know who Chen Luo was, but since the butler knelt, they naturally had to kneel down with him.

"You take care of the rest."

Chen Luo took away Ke Zhenbei's storage bag and the sword behind him, and pressed on his head. Then, regardless of the shocked and fanatical eyes of the people around him, he took a step forward and disappeared into the sky as a stream of light. (End of this chapter)