Ling Yunpo stopped and looked at the almost messy ground around him.

After forming the elixir, his true energy increased by nearly a hundred times.

Originally, using Taixiao Thunder once would drain most of one's true energy, but now one can squander it as much as he wants.

"Be careful, someone is approaching." Kunlun Mirror suddenly reminded.

"Got it." Ling Yunpo turned around, and the Qingping Sword suddenly popped out, repelling the blood-red flying sword that was attacking from a distance.

Three foreign monks rushed to him quickly. One of them was carrying a skull-shaped magic bead, one was holding a blood-stained scimitar, and the other had nothing in his hands. However, he looked very familiar. It was the old monk Gu Lie who had explored the Jinghu Temple in Southern Xinjiang with Wei Dongliu last time.

"A monk from Mount Shu?" asked the foreign monk Fazhu with a frown.

"Jindan Zhenren!" The Blood Knife Foreign Monk's expression suddenly changed.

"Run!" Although Gu Lie was the last one to speak, he retreated faster than anyone else - because when he rushed over just now, he deliberately fell behind and let his two junior brothers take the lead.

Ling Yunpo was too lazy to say more and shot the Qingping Sword towards the nearest Fazhu foreign monk.

The foreign monk quickly took off the human head beads from his neck and threw them towards this side.

I saw the magic beads spinning in the air like a diamond ring, and suddenly they were wrapped around the Qingping sword.

Lingyun's sword-breaking technique changed, and his powerful true energy was violently injected into Qingping, and he suddenly activated the fourth level of Taoism on the sword.

After being promoted to the Jindan Realm and the Shencun Stage, the fourth level of Taoism sealed on the Qingping Sword can also be used, which is called "Cascading Waterfalls Through the Clouds".

Suddenly, a large amount of water gushed out from the Qingping sword, rushing out in all directions like a waterfall, and instantly washed the human head magic bead to somewhere unknown.

Ling Yunpo turned his hand and covered his palm, and immediately snowflakes fell from the sky.

The third level of Qingping Sword is "North Wind Rolls White Feathers". Every snowflake is a piece of sword energy.

The vast amount of sword energy floating down almost scared the three foreign monks to death.

Gu Lie reacted the fastest. He swallowed a pill, clasped his hands together, and drilled into the ground, disappearing immediately.

Ling Yunpo saw it clearly from behind: after swallowing the pill, there was a sudden bulge on his back. It should be the very rare "mimicry of terrestrial fish" in the Qimen technique - by taking pills containing the flesh and blood of terrestrial fish, he gained the ability to burrow into the earth and breathe underground for a short period of time, thus avoiding a large number of attacks that could not penetrate the rock.

Gu Lie was the first to withdraw from the battle, and the other two foreign monks immediately started cursing.

After all, it is better for me to die than for my friend to die. With one less person on the battlefield, the probability of them both being attacked increases significantly.

The foreign monk had lost his head bead and could only roar in anger, mobilize his full power and fight desperately.

As his true energy surged, his body suddenly grew several feet taller and turned into a three-headed, six-armed figure, the "Acalanatha" of the Shura Dao.

The six arms held six kinds of weapons respectively. Before Ling Yunpo could see clearly, they were swung as fast as lightning, cutting off the approaching snowflake sword energy one by one.

Seeing that he could not leave, the foreign monk holding the bloody knife quickly raised the knife into the air and chanted something.

Although the three-headed and six-armed Dharmakāya of the Mingwang next to him looked very powerful, it could not withstand the excessive amount of snowflake sword energy around it. It passed through the weapons and invaded within three or five breaths.

Once, twice, and then countless wounds appeared one after another, causing the Mingwang Dharmakaya to suffer excruciating pain. Finally, it revealed a flaw and was pierced through the throat by the Qingping Sword. Three heads flew into the sky in the blood fountain.

The Blood Knife Foreign Monk was horrified upon seeing this, and quickly stretched out his finger towards Ling Yunpo, only to see the Blood Knife in the air suddenly disappear.

Ling Yunpo's heart moved, a sense of crisis came over him, and he quickly performed the Fenyun Bagua Step.

As his figure disappeared from the spot, a bloody knife flashed out from behind his remaining figure and stabbed towards his heart - but missed.

If he had reacted a little slower, he would have been hit immediately!

Ling Yunpo's heart was filled with anger, and his feet flashed again and again. He flashed to the side of the Qingping Sword, grasped the hilt with one hand, and spun around quickly.

The blood knife just happened to appear again from behind him, and was slashed by the Qingping Sword held by Ling Yunpo, breaking into two pieces with a "ding" sound.

As the blood knife was destroyed, the foreign monk also vomited blood. It was obviously some kind of mysterious backlash that was transmitted along the qi network and caused the foreign monk to be seriously injured.

Ling Yunpo pointed his finger again, and the Thunder Sword shot out like lightning, piercing the Blood Knife Monk through the chest.

The battle is over.

Ling Yunpo looked at the two bodies and felt a little frustrated.

He had already become a Jindan Zhenren, but he was fighting against two juniors at the Huafu level and almost capsized in the ditch?

What on earth is that blood knife!

"It seems to be some kind of Qi locking mechanism." Qing Pingjian analyzed, "Do you know the Seven Arrows Book? This blood knife is a super simplified version of the Seven Arrows Book, and the mechanism is similar."

"It also comes with short-distance space movement." Kunlun Jing also added, "Let me remind you that this blood knife does not seem to be an ordinary magic weapon."

"Of course I know!" Ling Yunpo said angrily.

He is not bragging, he just happened to meet a Jindan Zhenren.

If it was another Shushan Immortal who came here, unaware of the situation, and was watched from afar by the Blood Knife Monk, and then stabbed from behind by the Blood Knife, wouldn't it be a certain death?

No matter you are building the foundation or achieving the golden elixir, you can’t protect yourself!

After all, Ling Yunpo is good at formations, and he has Linghu Chu, his senior brother who is good at sword-making, so it can be confirmed that within his current knowledge, he has never seen such a strange magic weapon as the Blood Knife... If there were a few more such magic weapons, the Six Paths of the Demon Cult would use them to behead the newcomers of the righteous path, and there would be no need to fight the great war between good and evil in the future!

After carefully putting away the blood knife fragments, Ling Yunpo planned to read Luo Yan's file later. He could take it to study with his senior brother Linghu Chu... Oh, the senior brother has gone to survive the Nascent Soul Tribulation, so he will give it to Elder Shi Ding for research!

Without hesitation, he flew up on his sword and flew rapidly towards Shushan.

Not long after, two black clouds came from the sky and landed around the bodies of the two foreign monks.

I saw the corpse surrounded by several vultures, which had eaten almost half of it.

Green lightning shot out from the black cloud, killing all the vultures.

Gu Lie emerged from the dispersing black clouds, came to the body of the Blood Knife Monk, and quickly checked his belongings.

“Great Master.” He handed over the storage bag and said seriously, “The Miaoying Divine Sword is gone.”

Another foreign monk walked out of the black cloud, took the storage bag and checked it for a moment. He was so angry that he swung out the green lightning again, violently knocking Gu Lie to the ground, leaving a big gash on his face with blood dripping.

Gu Lie got up in a panic, knelt on the ground and kowtowed in silence.

The foreign monk tried hard to calm down his anger, and after a while he said:

"Describe to me the man's appearance, figure, and martial arts characteristics one by one."

"Yes." Gu Lie quickly searched his memory and began to describe Ling Yunpo's appearance.

At this moment, if An Zhisu was standing here, he would be able to recognize it immediately:

This old foreign monk with wrinkles all over his face and a gloomy expression is none other than the great master of Shura Dao, Master Mokong, the culprit who led the ambush on Su Jian back then!