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The stone steps seemed endless. The further down one went, the colder it became. The air was filled with a terrifying dead silence and the smell of decay that had lain dormant for thousands of years.

Finally, at the end of the stone steps, there appeared a huge door made of a well-known black metal. The door was engraved with dense sealing runes and flickered with a faint, almost extinguished will-o'-the-wisp.

Looking at this door, Xue 꺅 Zhenren 놊 Jin felt a little emotional.

If Master Hua Jin had been deposed, she would definitely still be lying inside this door.

Come to think of it, we should really thank the force that destroyed Master Hua Jin.

It would be a good thing to form an alliance, but she knows everything.

He even knew who the other party's ancestor was.

She stood in front of the door with a solemn expression.

He clasped his hands together again and chanted an obscure and old spell.

With a tap of his fingertips, several strands of blood turned into blood lines, accurately landing on several key rune nodes of the portal.

“Buzz——!”

The door that had been silent for many years suddenly shook!

The runes above seemed to be injected with life, suddenly lighting up with blood light, and then quickly turning into a deep blue.

There was a heavy metallic friction sound, followed by a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, and the huge door slowly slid open to both sides.

An extremely cold air a hundred times thicker than that in the passage surged out, instantly covering the inner wall of the passage with a thick layer of white frost.

Behind the door was an enormous underground palace, so empty that it was frightening.

There were coffins packed densely in the palace, and at a glance there were probably more than a thousand of them.

Master Xue Yu searched among these coffins and finally stopped in front of a pair of coffins wrapped in black ice in the corner.

He opened the coffin with a chop, and two figures were lying quietly inside.

They were wearing the same style of old Taoist robes whose original color had long been visible, and their bodies were haggard, like two corpses that had been dried in the wind for a thousand years.

Their faces were almost identical, two extremely old faces, full of wrinkles from time, with the skin clinging to the bones and appearing a grayish color.

The most bizarre thing was their postures—both of them had their hands folded in front of their chests, one with his left hand on top, the other with his right hand on top. Under their skinny palms, each of them held a simple long sword.

When the left hand is on top, the sword is on the right side of the body; when the right hand is on top, the sword is on the left side of the body.

"Long time no see..."

Master Xue 꺅 looked at the two ascended immortals who looked like corpses, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in the depths of his eyes.

How nice it would be if there was no reincarnation...

Unfortunately, everyone will return to the end in the end, unless they truly become immortals.

But how difficult is it to become an immortal?

After countless reincarnations, in those games of fools, only a handful of people have succeeded in becoming immortals.

Without thinking any more, Master Xueyou poured his true essence into it.

“Crack…Crack…”

The black ice covering the two 'corpses' began to make slight cracking sounds.

The cracks spread rapidly and finally collapsed with a loud bang.

An indescribable terrifying sword intent, like a sleeping Taiyang beast suddenly awakening, instantly filled the entire palace!

This sword intent is not extremely sharp.

Instead, it carried a heavy, old, and overwhelming pressure that seemed to crush everything, making the air sticky.

The eyelids of the two ascended immortals in the coffin trembled slightly.

Then, open your eyes at the same time!

After sleeping for a long time, when they saw the light again, there was a moment of confusion in their eyes.

Their eyes were equally cloudy and gray, like a dusty well, so deep that you could not see the bottom, and there was only a dead silence and indifference.

However, the moment these eyes opened, the temperature of the entire uterus seemed to drop by several degrees, and the air became stagnant.

If Chen Huaian or Zhang Mengchu were here, they would discover that the aura of these two ascended immortals was at the peak of the fusion realm.

But it is definitely not a simple fusion state.

They are already on par with the cultivators of the Cangyun Realm!

Moreover, the two of them had the same aura and were integrated as one, as if one person was split into two halves, resonating with each other, making the pressure of this fusion realm far beyond that of ordinary cultivators of the same level, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

They sat up from the ice platform very slowly, their joints making a clicking sound like rusty gears rubbing against each other.

After sitting up straight, they did not get down.

It was just that pair of lifeless, turbid eyes, quietly and without emotion, looking at the Bloody Immortal at the door.

"Your Majesty." They both spoke at the same time, their voices dry and hoarse.

Like two rough stones rubbing against each other, the tone was flat, without any ups and downs.

Perfectly synchronized, like the echo of a single voice.

Master Xue 꺅 looked at the two almost identical ascended immortals, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

The two sharpest swords she had at that time were still as sharp as ever after years of precipitation.

"Go to the Demon Slaying Division of Province C and bring back Master Hua Jin." She said calmly:

"If you really want to bring her back alive, it would be fine to bring back her head as well."

"Yes——" Two old voices sounded again at the same time, still calm.

The words fell.

The figures of the two people in the coffin blurred slightly, like two ghosts blending into the shadows, disappearing silently in the original place.

Only the frightening cold sword intent in the palace slowly dissipated, and two faint human-shaped marks remained in the coffin.

Master Xue 꺅 looked at the direction they disappeared in, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

With these two sharp blades at his disposal, even if Master Hua Jin had any trump cards, he would have to admit defeat.

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Province C Demon Slaying Department.

Gu Changsheng thrust a sword into the hole with all his strength, and then buried a medium-grade spirit stone in the soil next to the sword.

He looked back and saw that densely packed swords had formed a row, extending to the end of the wall.

“This C Province Demon Slaying Division is pretty cool.” He took a breath and took some drugs to recover his energy.

"Senior Gu, we are just helping you stick the sword into the soil. Why do you need to do it yourself?" Zhao Ying stood beside Gu Changsheng holding a pot of tea, full of curiosity and confusion about what Gu Changsheng was doing.

This... Is the person recommended by Governor Chen really reliable?

The old man looks quite calm, so how come sticking a sword in the soil makes him so tired?

As a cultivator, even if you insert thousands of swords, is it really that tiring?

“What do you know?!” Gu Changsheng felt insulted, puffing his beard and glaring, “I am setting up a formation! Do you think it’s as simple as just inserting the sword in it? When I insert the sword, I need to store the sword intent and true essence in it, and then use a spirit stone as a secondary formation eye to seal the sword!

If you think I just randomly inserted a few swords, why don't you try to pull the swords out? "

"Hey hey hey!"

All of them need Gu Changsheng to say.

Some people are already trying it.

Lin Lingling grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it upward with all his strength.

With her current strength, she can even pull out a reinforced concrete pillar.

But facing this inconspicuous-looking sword, he didn't even pull it out even though his face turned red.

Zhao Ying finally figured out the purpose of this formation. Why did he need to insert so many swords around the Demon Slaying Division of Province C?

"Excuse me, Senior, does this formation have a name?"

"Name..." Gu Changsheng laughed, his words full of pride.

"This formation is called the Zhenwu Xuanming Sword Formation. It is my... ahem, it is one of the Zhenwu Sect's formations! However, due to the limitations of materials and points, this formation is only a castrated version. But even if it is a castrated version..."

"Hehe~" He laughed strangely and didn't continue.

Anyway, back then, the ancestor relied on this sword formation to kill more than a dozen demon kings who attacked Zhenwu Saint with his cultivation in the fusion realm.

Each of these demon kings is as powerful as a Dongxu cultivator.

That battle was the famous battle of Zhenwu Sword Formation.

Nowadays, the Zhenwu School already has stronger and better sword formations, but none of them have extremely high requirements for setting up the formations.

Only the Zhenwu Xuanming Sword Formation remains as affordable as before, with a very high cost-effectiveness.

In order to keep his Taoist partner, who changed every day, he put all his resources into it.

Only success is allowed, failure is not allowed!

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