Chapter 427 Sword Embryo

Yuxuan was worried that Zhenli would become Taohua, but there was very little he could do.

Seeing that Zhenli disagreed, Yuxuan could only sigh.

"It's getting late, go back and rest. If you meet your senior brother, ask him to come see me."

"yes."

Zhenli left obediently. Behind her, Yuxuan counted on her fingers and finally sighed.

There are some things he can't calculate, but he can calculate some simple things.

He couldn't calculate whether what he wanted to do would succeed, but he could infer whether he succeeded or failed through some related things.

Although not quite as accurate, it’s pretty close.

What he had just calculated was the relationship between him and the truth as a master and disciple.

I don’t think Zhenli would know that the farewell just now was the last time she and her master saw each other.

It really rained heavily that night. The rain was heavy and fast. Yu Quan used his last sword to cut off the huge rock on Jianzhi Peak. He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said slowly: "This matter is over. You can take care of yourselves."

Finally, he became the person he hated the most.

But the reason he looked up was that he didn't want to see those people who thought they were innocent.

Yu Quan did not have much sympathy for those who were crushed to death. The cause of the incident was that they fought with each other and destroyed the Sword Finger Peak. The people of Taiqing Taoist Temple did not seek revenge on them, and they tried their best to rescue them afterwards, which could be regarded as having done their utmost.

Besides, life and death are determined by fate. Those who were crushed to death by the Sword Finger Peak were doomed to fail, so they cannot blame others.

Yu Quan didn't want to stay here. He didn't need to do the aftermath work. After doing what he was supposed to do, he floated away.

After Yuquan walked for a while, the rain got heavier and heavier, and the disciples of Taiqing Taoist Temple also retreated.

At this time, an old man in a black robe said indignantly: "Why are you so arrogant? You are just relying on having a good senior brother."

The old man in black robe is known as Sanjue Sanren, and he is also a master of the Zhitian realm. He feels that he has a certain status in the martial arts world. Although he is not qualified to challenge the big sects of the righteous way, he is also a well-known figure among the independent cultivators.

As soon as he said this, someone who wanted to curry favor with him immediately said, "That's right. The people in Taiqing Daochang never take people seriously. I don't know what these big-name people have to be proud of. Senior is also a hero, but they didn't even come over to say hello. They really don't know etiquette."

The independent cultivators are all people with lofty ambitions. They always feel that joining a large sect will impose too many restrictions. They would rather be a free and easy individual or join some small sects to be free.

Among these people, some do have the talent to be noticed by the big sects, but most of them are not qualified to be accepted into the seven major sects.

There are many unruly people among the independent people. They claim to be both good and evil, but in fact they are lawless outlaws who do not follow the rules. However, they cherish their reputation and do not want to be accused of being treacherous and evil people.

Taking pleasure in revenge is actually doing things based on one's own preferences. Not everyone in the world is reasonable, and most of the time, fists are the truth.

Sanjue Sanren also knew this truth, so even if he complained in his heart, he only dared to say a few words quietly behind someone's back to vent his feelings, or pretend in front of other people.

But after hearing what the straight man said, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He was just a small Zhitian realm. Not to mention that any elder in Taiqing Taoist temple could pin him down and rub him, there were at least more than fifty elders who beat him like a toy.

If he acted too arrogantly, and his words got to the ears of the people in Taiqing Taoist Temple, it would be bad if they remembered them.

But he couldn't admit defeat at this time, so he could only quickly change the subject and said, "Come to think of it, which bastard shot that sword into the sky before? The scene was too chaotic before, and I didn't see it clearly."

After hearing Sanjue Sanren's question, the cultivators present looked at each other in bewilderment.

They didn't see clearly who had hit the sword up to the sky. There were many people participating in the fight and the scene was very chaotic. No one knew who hit whom. Suddenly, a sword went up to the sky and then the sword pointed to the peak and fell down.

Those who are not dead are cursing, but those who are dead naturally have no chance to curse.

Now hearing what Sanjue Sanren asked, it seems that there is something else strange about this matter?

"Look, what is that?"

When everyone heard the noise, they looked around and saw the wreckage of Jianzhi Peak in the rain.

The huge rock was cut into several pieces by Yu Quan, and the middle piece of rock, under the scouring of rain, showed its magical features.

When the rain falls on it and does not touch the stone, it turns into water mist, which dissipates in the rain, and the stone is always surrounded by this mist.

Only this stone is unusual, could it be a treasure?

This was the common thought of the monks present. Sanjue Sanren reacted quickly and made a move directly to grab the stone. However, he was stopped by another person halfway through his move.

This person is actually a big shot among the independent cultivators, Master Wuling, with the Taoist name Hongguang.

"Why are you stopping me?"

Sanjue Sanren was furious. The competition among the casual cultivators was very fierce. When they encountered treasures, they would not give up an inch. Now that he was stopped by someone, a fight was inevitable.

"The treasure has not yet been acquired. You are a virtuous person. Fellow Daoist Sanjue, you don't think that this treasure is already in your pocket, do you?"

Hiromitsu said with a sarcastic smile.

Now that things have come to this, the only thing left to see is real action.

The two Zhitian realm cultivators present were not the only ones. While they were fighting, a thief appeared next to the boulder, ready to pick up the stone and run away. When he touched the stone, his identity was exposed. Sanjue Sanren and Wuling Shangren stopped their attacks at the same time and attacked the thief together.

The man was also very slippery. He dropped the stone and dodged. The attacks of Sanjue Sanren and Wuling Shangren fell on the boulder.

The outer shell of the stone shattered, and the contents inside were completely revealed.

"This... is actually a sword embryo!"

"It has not yet taken shape, but it has such sword energy. If it takes shape, it may be a natural immortal sword."

There are some knowledgeable people among the independent cultivators, but this is the first time they have seen this thing and have never heard of it.

Sword embryos are things that cultivators make when they refine weapons. Only a good sword embryo can be used to create a good spiritual sword.

Currently, monks cannot forge immortal swords, and spiritual swords are already the best quality.

The sword embryo forged by the monks is just like this.

But this sword embryo, although obviously not yet formed, already contains sword intent and sword energy.

The monks also wondered how there could be a sword embryo in this huge rock?

Thinking about the Sword Finger Peak, which has existed for who knows how many years, everyone made a bold assumption that this sword embryo was either a treasure left by immortals in ancient times, or a sword embryo that was naturally formed. No matter which option it was, it was enough to show how precious this thing was.

Even if it is not fully formed, it would be easy to take this sword embryo to a senior weapon refiner and forge a top-grade spiritual sword.

If you are lucky, you might be able to get a magic sword.

For a casual cultivator, an immortal weapon is definitely a treasure worth exchanging his life for.

Master Wu Ling and San Jue became furious and rushed forward to snatch the treasures. Even some monks with low cultivation base became ambitious.

The big fight has begun again.

In Taiqing Mountain, Lin Yun, who was concentrating on practicing, suddenly heard a loud noise.

He jumped down from the big tree he had found temporarily and looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound came from Shangqing Mountain, and there seemed to be some movement over there.

Lin Yun's heart moved, and he used the Thunder Movement Technique to run down the mountain in a hurry. Just as he was about to go to Shangqing Mountain, he saw a rolling torrent surging.

Oh my god, this rain caused a landslide.

Lin Yun quickly dodged. Even though his cultivation was quite high, facing the power of heaven and earth, he could only retreat temporarily.

And in that rolling torrent, Lin Yun also saw some familiar things.

The stone pillars of Tuotian Rock.

Those huge rocks were particularly conspicuous in the torrent, and the words on them further proved this point.

Lin Yun was not mistaken.

There was a landslide and the Tuotian Rock fell down.

this……

What a coincidence.

The Jianzhi Peak of Yuqing Mountain was chopped off, and the Tuotian Rock of Shangqing Mountain rolled down due to a landslide.

On the same day, two important landscapes were destroyed.

Even though it seemed very reasonable, Lin Yun still didn't quite believe it.

"I wouldn't consider it a coincidence if only one thing happened, let alone two things. Who cares, why don't you just go for it and destroy the Thousand Silk Waterfall as well?"

Lin Yun complained in his heart but did not stop. He headed straight for Taiqing Mountain. Before he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw a flood pouring down from Taiqing Mountain.

Oh boy, I got a flood in the mountains?

Lin Yun complained that it was unscientific with a confused look on his face, and now he was at a loss for words.

I'm kidding!

There were mudslides and landslides in Shangqing Mountain, and there were floods in Taiqing Mountain, so Lin Yun had no choice but to run to Yuqing Mountain.

Fortunately, there was nothing special happening in Yuqing Mountain, except that the smell of blood was a bit strong.

Lin Yun followed the smell and went up the mountain. When he reached Yuqing Terrace, he saw corpses all over the ground.

Internal organs and severed limbs were scattered everywhere, making Lin Yun feel nauseous. He had seen cultivators fighting each other before, but this was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene.

There were corpses everywhere, and not a single living person was to be seen. Lin Yun carefully took out the Qiao Bian and Ben Lei Sword. With the two magical weapons in hand, Lin Yun felt a little braver.

The smell of blood made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he felt a little irritated inside. He wanted to cut something to vent his anger, but Lin Yun resisted the urge. With the Benlei Sword in hand, Lin Yun held his breath and began to explore around Yuqingtai.

This scene is somewhat similar to the original Pearl Island.

All of them died tragically.

Could it be that the demons are causing trouble again?

Lin Yun felt that this was only natural. The tournament was related to the situation in the Central Plains, and the demons would definitely want to make the situation in the Central Plains as chaotic as possible.

As he walked, Lin Yun finally had some sense.

He looked in the direction of his feeling and saw an old man in a black robe holding a stone emitting sword energy.

There was a big hole in the chest of the old man in black robe, but his face was full of smiles.

There seems to be no one alive here...

(End of this chapter)