Chapter 102: One Sword (Please subscribe! Please vote! 33)

In the empty darkness, a pure black light suddenly lit up. You cannot describe this weird feeling. How could black sword energy appear under the black background?

But it just happened.

The moment this sword energy appeared, the cursed creatures covered with green hair fell to the ground in horror, as if the fear hidden in their blood was aroused, and strands of green hair fell off their bodies.

The evil ghost with self-awareness scattered in all of a sudden.

Li Mubai and others on the twisted road looked at the evil spirit that suddenly stopped attacking and realized that something must have happened.

Li Mubai looked back and saw the sword hanging in the air.

“Is this… to eliminate greed and anger?”

His tone was full of surprise.

“What is the end of greed and hatred?”

Dao Er asked as he watched the ghosts fleeing madly.

Li Mubai explained, "In the past, Lu Zu once said that he had three swords. He said: Many people in the world say that I can kill people with a flying sword. I laughed when I heard that and said, 'Compassion is the Buddha. Immortals are just like Buddhas. How can they take people's lives? I have my own swords, which are different from theirs: one is to cut off greed and anger, the second is to cut off desire, and the third is to cut off troubles. These are the three swords.'"

After saying this, he seemed to sigh, "These three swords have never been handed down. Lu Zu once said that if a person is extremely talented, he can comprehend these three swords from the Pure Yang Sword Technique. However, in the past thousand years, no one has ever mastered these three swords. I didn't expect that my junior brother actually figured it out without knowing when."

"Curses are born from greed and anger. This sword can restrain all curses in the world."

Hanging in the air, the inky black sword was floating hundreds of feet above the ground.

The Lord of Loulan felt a piercing edge that seemed to be about to pierce the sky.

This was something he had never felt before.

As far as he could remember, in the past 1,700 years, there had never been a sword that could make him feel so sharp. Not even the crazy Taoist priest more than a thousand years ago could make him feel this way.

That crazy Taoist priest made him feel crushed. With his cultivation that was almost like that of an immortal, he forcibly suppressed the entire ghost town.

But the curse could not be erased, but this time it was different.

In this pitch-black sword energy, he felt the power to erase the curse.

"This is impossible. There is no power in this world that can erase the curse."

The Lord of Loulan cannot believe it.

The reason why he was willing to sacrifice himself and swallow the finger bones of the Wood Immortal to become what he is today was because there was no Taoist method that could restrain the curse.

If there is such a sword, then what is he?

Wen Zhengming stood in the air, with a long sword hanging above his head. He looked at the Lord of Loulan and said loudly:

"Under the laws of nature, there is always something that can defeat something else. There is no such thing as an indelible force. The curse is just a relatively indelible force."

"In the world, our sword cultivators are the sharpest and can cut through everything."

"This sword will show you how sharp a swordsman is."

Wen Zhengming put his index finger and middle finger side by side and slashed down from the air.

"cut!"

As Wen Zhengming's voice rang out, a sword flashed across the sky.

The dark, hollow, and extremely sharp sword energy came crashing down.

"boom!"

It was like the sound of thunder and lightning striking the river.

The pitch-black sword energy pierced directly into a crack on the twisted vine armor, like a flame falling into a fuel tank.

A little spark can start a sky full of flames.

The entire void seemed to be set on fire by this pitch-black sword.

All I saw was dark flames all over the sky.

When the flames fell, a huge sword mark was seen piercing the huge body of the Lord of Loulan from front to back.

The endless power of curse was directly hit hard by this sword.

The Lord of Loulan fell to the ground with a bang.

The new disciples who were practicing form-transformation in the distance were all stunned.

Killing ghosts and gods with one sword is nothing more than this.

“So strong!”

If the old monk in the courtyard of the ghost town had witnessed the cruelty and coldness of the monastic world.

Then the Lord of Loulan let them witness the power of the cultivation world. In an instant, the heaven and earth changed, and the entire ghost den was transformed at the thought of the Lord of Loulan. All the elders could only escape in embarrassment in front of it.

But... now, there is a new cultivator who has shown these younger generations how powerful cultivators are. His unparalleled sword energy will be the edge that they will pursue for a long time in the future.

"Too powerful! Is this a sword cultivator?" Zhao Yan gripped the sword in his hand.

Qiao Yuanshan added: "It's not the sword cultivators who are strong, but the people. This new great-grandmaster is so strong!"

How strong is it? Qiao Yuanshan actually has no idea.

Although the old Taoist priest in Taiyi Mountain taught them Taoism, he never told them what realm they were in. They only heard from their uncle Li Mubai that he seemed to be practicing Qi to return to the spirit.

I guess this new uncle-master is also practicing Qigong to restore his spirit.

Qiao Yuanshan suddenly became more curious about the legendary immortals. If practicing Qi and regaining the spirit could be this powerful, then what would the legendary immortals look like?

What was it like in the legend two thousand years ago when the road to immortality was opened and "the world was full of people with the Tao, and immortals were worse than dogs"?

There was endless longing in the boy's eyes.

After one sword strike, the entire ghost den fell silent.

The Lord of Loulan was severely wounded by the sword and fell to the ground.

Wen Zhengming didn't even look at him. He raised his right hand and sheathed his long sword. He turned around and turned into a sword light and came in front of Li Mubai and others. Without any expression, he said:

"Don't leave yet. The immortal finger bone is in its body. Unless you remove that finger bone, it will not die and will wake up soon."

After hearing this, everyone seemed to come to their senses and followed the guidance of the talisman to find the city gate leading out.

The huge monument without words in front of the city gate suddenly lit up, and the city gate appeared out of thin air. The hollow darkness inside the city gate was revealed under the golden light, like the sand dunes under the night sky.

Everyone hurriedly walked out of the ghost den. They never wanted to go to this place again.

Instead, Wen Zhengming turned around and threw two talismans into the ghost den, and then watched the dark ghost den disappear from everyone's sight.

"What are you doing?"

Li Mubai was a little confused about Wen Zhengming's operation. What did this talisman mean?

"One induction talisman and one transmission talisman. If this group of disciples come to train in the future, it would not be bad to do it here."

Wen Zhengming explained calmly.

The sensing talisman can help people find ghost dens, while the transmitting talisman allows disciples to enter and exit.

This is to really treat the ghost town as a trial.

Originally everyone had given up on this idea, but now it has been confirmed by Wen Zhengming.

"Experience? Isn't it a bit early for them?" Li Mubai asked.

Wen Zhengming glanced at him and said, "A towering tree cannot grow in a greenhouse. Only experience can make people grow. This trip to the ghost den is equivalent to half a year of hard training for them. When they return to the mountain gate, their cultivation will definitely be greatly improved."

"Forget it, you decide what to do. I won't go back to Zhongnan Mountain!"

After saying that, Wen Zhengming threw two talismans at Li Mubai and turned away.

"Leaving now?" Daoyi said.

Li Mubai nodded and said, "He hates trouble. If I hadn't kept urging him to come in my letters, he probably wouldn't have come to this ghost town."

Daoyi sighed, "If he hadn't come, there's a great chance that we would have died here."

"He has the qualifications to become an immortal."

"It's just too murderous."

………

In the distance, a monk in white chose a sand dune far away from the ghost town and observed the people from afar.

Just when he was concentrating, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

The white-robed monk froze instantly.

There was no time for him to react.

A hand pinched his throat, and all the Qi in his body was sealed in an instant.

The white-robed monk seemed to realize something.

This... damn... familiar feeling!

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