Cheng Tianyu still remembers the day he became a disciple many years ago. He held the teacup above his head with both hands and called out "Master" with hope.

Zhou Yuandao stared solemnly and said "OK" in a deep voice.

Now Cheng Tianyu was standing on the top of the mountain. He heard the word "OK" again and finally couldn't help crying.

After a long period of practice, one reaches the sub-sage realm, and the flesh, blood, and bones of the body can all be used as a source of energy. Zhou Yuandao's last sword is to use his body as a sword.

Thousands of clear lights emanated from his body, like flying feathers floating in the sky.

The clear light fades, the blood sea recedes, and white clouds appear.

Not even a corpse was left.

The dean sensed what was happening behind him and sighed in his heart.

Cheng Tianyu's eyes were bloodshot, he stood with the sword in hand, his aura rising steadily. Feiyu Sword was unsheathed with a vengeance, and a passage of several feet was cut open in the sea of ​​clouds, and the sword went straight to Yu Shi.

Yu Shi was attacked from both sides, with the stone seal of the dean in front of him and a sharp sword behind him. In the past, he didn't care about the sword edge of this level, but he was exhausted tonight and had just been hit by Zhou Yuandao's sword, so he was no longer as strong as he was at his peak.

His eyes changed slightly, he closed his eyes, and his face turned pale rapidly.

At the same time, Lin Yuangui staggered three steps and coughed up blood.

Yu Shi forcibly cut off Lin Yuangui's connection with the mountain protection formation. This was a bad idea, and he would have to pay a huge price himself.

But he needed the power of the mountain protection formation to communicate with heaven and earth.

Rong Zhuo's red clothes fluttered in the mountain breeze, no longer as thick as blood, but like a burning flame.

The violent demonic aura enveloped the top of the mountain.

In the spiritual realm of Tianluo Jiuzhuan, he was still at the bottom of the meteorite abyss, but his body was burning with fire, like a red lotus blooming in the long night. The monsters that pounced on him and bit him were burned to ashes.

At this moment, Yin Biyue's sword power reached its peak.

The dazzling light of "Blue Sky and White Sun" was like lightning and fire, tearing through the dark night and slashing towards Rong Zhuo.

Bringing the brightest day to the world.

The Yihu Sword is in tune with its master's mind, and the sound of the sword resounds throughout the Hengduan Mountains.

Yu Shi had completely mastered the power of the formation. The moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to sense something and chose to take the blow from the stone seal. With a flick of his sleeve, the overwhelming pressure attacked Yin Biyue, "Give me the Linyuan Sword!"

Yin Biyue was startled. Under the pressure, danger arose, but the direction of the sword could no longer be changed. It pierced through the flames all over Rong Zhuo's body and penetrated his skin. However, it was less than half an inch away from the heart meridian and could not move forward any further.

Rong Zhuo's scattered pupils gathered together, and he actually forcibly broke free from the spiritual realm of Tianluo Jiuzhuan. He lowered his eyes and stared at the sword edge, saying, "Linyuan..."

Yin Biyue was anxious, but the sword was restrained by Rong Zhuo, and the sword energy from Yu Shi behind him was only a little bit left...

Under the shadow of death, the world suddenly spun around and I felt dizzy.

He was grabbed by the collar. It was the dean.

The teacher did not take him flying, but instead carried him and Luo Mingchuan, one in each hand, and directly broke through the space, and arrived at the backyard of the school in a moment.

Compared to the previous two times, the experience of traveling through space with the stamped letter paper given to me was even more incredible this time.

Yin Biyue could even feel the cold murderous intent in his heart the moment he landed on the ground. He was still terrified.

As soon as the dean let go, Yin Biyue supported Luo Mingchuan and found that his brother had fallen into a coma, just like the last scene of the battle against Luo Mingchuan at Xingshan Temple, unconscious.

The gentleman sat down on the recliner and waved his hand tiredly.

He helped his brother up and placed him in a room in the backyard.

There are no stars or moon over the Hengduan Mountains, but the school is shining with stars tonight.

When Yin Biyue came out, he saw the gentleman leaning on a bamboo recliner. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to have aged a lot overnight. The silver starlight fell, dyeing his temples completely white.

Li Tugen knew his situation.

He had comprehended the secrets of space a hundred years ago, the only one in the world, but this was the first time he had led people to break through by force.

What's more, he slapped Cheng Tianyu in the end and sent him to Qinglu Mountain.

What is consumed violently is not only the realm of cultivation, but more importantly, the vitality.

Yin Biyue bowed.

Before he could speak, the man on the recliner spoke first, his voice slightly hoarse, "Yu Shi was injured so badly that he dared not leave Hengduan Mountain without the support of the formation. He will need some time to recover. Rong Zhuo was also seriously injured in the border. If he wants to make a comeback, he needs a long-term plan."

Yin Bi frowned more and more. It was true that they had some time, but the situation was still critical. It was possible that Yu Shi was not the only one colluding with the devil. Although Rong Zhuo was seriously injured, he might have other plans.

He didn't ask any more questions, but stood up and poured a cup of tea for the gentleman.

Junshan Cloud Tea was given to me by my master when I was in Donglu.

The tea soup was clear, reflecting the faint light of the stars, and the heat was thick. The gentleman took a sip and sighed with satisfaction, as if he was much more energetic. "Just say whatever you want to say, say it all..."

Too many things happened tonight, and Yin Biyue's heart was in a mess. He spoke more and more, "Yu Shi and Rong Zhuo are confused, the Linyuan sword has been recast by my master a long time ago, and now there are only Chunshan Xiao and Qiu Fengli. If I could have Linyuan, I would not..."

He suddenly stopped talking, having a bad feeling under the gentle gaze of his master.

The gentleman looked at him like a child telling lies with his eyes open.

"But Lin Yuan is right on you."

Yin Biyue was struck by lightning, and after being stunned, he slowly lowered his head. The long sword at his waist was silent.

It was as if he was mocking him for not knowing that he had a treasure trove.

As a legacy left by a true immortal, the Linyuan Sword is of extraordinary significance. Many years ago, there was even a rumor that Wei Jingfeng became a saint because he obtained this world's number one magic weapon.

There is a saying that goes, "He who can stand on the edge of the abyss will gain the true meaning of swordsmanship and rule the world."

The gentleman said as a matter of course, "I thought you knew it a long time ago."

Yin Biyue was stunned and said, "...Master never told me."

"Oh, maybe he forgot about it." The gentleman waved his hand again.

"Chun Shan Xiao and Qiu Feng Li, he beat them all by himself. The Lin Yuan Sword was forged with the Flowing Fire from outer space, and only the Flowing Fire can melt it. In this world, where can we find the Flowing Fire? It's just to deceive people like Yu Shi."

Yin Biyue didn't care where to find Liuhuo. He just couldn't accept that he, who was leaning on the lake, had become Linyuan.

How could Master forget such an important matter?

The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more likely it was. To the master, sleeping was the most important thing.

Every detail from the past was magnified and replayed, the terrifying illusion of holding the sword for the first time, the inability to inject true energy into the sword at first, the sword's sound that became stronger when it met a stronger opponent, the shock and anger when seeing it...

It all spread out before Yin Biyue's eyes.

"What kind of sword is Yihu?"

"A magical weapon."

"Why give it to me?"

"I didn't give it to you, it chose you."

The master said this in the wilderness.

Yin Biyue untied the sword and looked at it again, and suddenly felt that it was not important. Whether it was leaning against the lake or facing the abyss, it was still his sword.

Without the exaggerated legendary color, it is just a sword that he holds in his hand day and night, using it to practice when necessary and to kill the enemy when necessary.

The true immortal Lingxiao can use it to pacify the world. Even if I don’t have such great ability, I can also use it to slay demons and monsters.

Yin Biyue suddenly thought that with Zhou Yuandao's death, there was one less sub-saint who could compete with the devil. If the news got out, people in the southern continent would inevitably be uneasy. "The Qinglu Sword Sect..."

"Zhou Yuandao's three disciples are all capable. We can only rely on them..." The master sighed, and then changed the subject, "The biggest troublemaker right now is lying in the room. Compared with him, the others are nothing."

Yin Biyue understood what the teacher meant.

No one knows when Luo Mingchuan will wake up and what he will look like when he wakes up.

He thought, even though his senior brother had sealed Le Guan's cultivation, how could such a powerful force hidden in his body remain stable?

This time it was not like in Cangya Mountain, where the Sword Saint was watching. If the one who woke up was the Demon Lord, or if Senior Brother lost his mind, who in this world could control him?

But Yin Biyue still believed in Luo Mingchuan. It had nothing to do with the situation.

"There will be a way."

After hearing this, the teacher laughed and stood up from the recliner, as if he was going to take a walk to the library to read. A voice came from afar, "Wei Jingfeng's apprentice, looks like him."

Yin Biyue was silent.

Speaking of the master's disciples, the eldest brother's talent in swordsmanship is like the master, the second sister's sharpness as a warrior is like the master, the third brother's love of wine is like the master, and even the fifth brother's narcissism is like the master.

How are you similar to me?

If the Sword Master were still alive, he would definitely answer confidently, "Of course you look like me, you are as handsome as me!"

Unfortunately, no one can answer Yin Biyue's question now.

He stood alone in the yard, watching the eastern sky turn pale. It seemed like only a moment passed from darkness to light.

The winter morning breeze brings a chill.

The east was about to dawn. The long night was finally over.

At dawn, a carriage drove out of the academy, and Yin Biyue took Luo Mingchuan westward.

With his current level of cultivation, he could cross the sea in his boat without stopping for a moment and reach the Western Continent in just three days.

Finally arrived at Panlong Ridge.

The mountains are deserted and sparsely populated, and the winter is even more bleak. Yellow leaves cover the ground, cold wind blows, and partridges and crows cry from time to time. No one thought they would come here.

Yin Biyue cleaned and decorated a cave, with a bed, a square table, a futon, and even a candlestick, all available.

This reminded him of the chatterbox who brought his own set of furniture when traveling, and he wanted to laugh.

But when I was buying things in Yunyang City, I thought about how long I would have to live in the cave with my senior brother, so I felt that comfort was still very important.

Looking at it now, it seems even more familiar, as if they had stopped here for a night on their way to the flower-picking party.

However, at that time, he would still feel uncomfortable because his senior brother was so close to him, and he could not concentrate on his practice all night.

Yin Biyue carefully placed Luo Mingchuan on the bed, took out the formation flag, concentrated his mind, and began to set up the formation.

He said there would be a way so that the dean or anyone else would not be put at risk.

Half a day passed, Yin Biyue's face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Finally, he pierced his fingertip with his true energy, forcing out a drop of heart blood, which dripped into the hole.

In an instant, the nine formation flags disappeared, and an invisible barrier formed. The whistling wind outside the cave became a little quieter, as if this place was isolated.

Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief.

The formation has been completed, and the energy is connected to his life. The formation will be broken only when he dies.

When Luo Mingchuan woke up, his mental confusion was even worse, and the formation might not be able to stop him for long.

But if you want to get out, you have to kill the person who set up the formation first.

Now, he is here, watching over his brother until he wakes up.