Jiang Li touched the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword that flew back to him and was circling excitedly.

Zhanxian, who had just given birth to a sword spirit, had a tacit understanding with him and knew that only by capturing these cultivators alive could they extract the greatest value.

Otherwise, with the current power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword, it would be easy to cut this guy into pieces with just one encounter!

"This... So this is the island of the sea giants... I was careless and entered your precious place by mistake. Sorry, sorry! I'll leave right away, right away!"

The uninvited guest in front of him had also reached the level of Spiritual Transformation. He looked short, fat, and had shifty eyes.

After being surrounded, he put on a smiling face and acted like a joking commoner, hoping to get away with it.

But in this world, how can such a simple thing happen? If you dare to steal his things, you must be prepared to pay the price.

On the side, the sea giant king Kuitun was even more angry.

We just unified the sea giant tribe, and now there are scoundrels coming to steal treasures.

If they let this guy go like this, where would the face of the sea giants be? Kui Tun stretched out his hand, picked up a mountain beside him, and smashed it towards the short and fat monk!

There is also exploding lava in this mountain. With the power of the Sea Giant King, its might has reached the limit of the deity level.

But the next moment, a sharp sword light suddenly burst out, cutting the flying mountain in half.

The familiar sword light made Jiang Li's pupils shrink slightly, and the sword finger he pointed out also stopped.

"Is this... the Demon Subduing Sword Technique?"

Without Jiang Li taking any action, the short and fat monk suddenly burst out and seized the opportunity to escape from the encirclement of the giant warriors.

A rainbow of swords appeared under his feet, carrying him into the air at high speed.

"A bunch of big fools who can't fly. Grandpa is going to die!"

While escaping on the sword, he did not forget to turn around and point his finger, causing a sky full of swords of light to fall from the sky.

Although they were unable to inflict serious damage on the sea giant warriors on the ground, those lightsabers were extremely sharp and could easily break through the giants' skin.

As long as he could hold them off for a while, it would be enough for him to escape.

As for Jiang Li, he was sandwiched between so many giants and the short and fat monk didn't notice him at all.

But Jiang Li's eyes were fixed on that guy.

The sword skills of this strange monk made him very confused.

"Shushan Ten Thousand Swords Technique?"

With a flash of his figure, Jiang Li appeared on the path that must be taken to escape the sword light.

"Eh? You ignorant kid, you still want to block my way?"

"Look at my Heavenly Sword! I transform my body into a sword, and I and the sword become one!"

Seeing Jiang Li suddenly blocking the way, the short and fat swordsman who was controlling the sword light merged directly with the flying sword under him.

Immediately, the sword light suddenly increased to a length of ten feet, and its power also increased rapidly. It stabbed towards Jiang Li at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

This is the ultimate move in Shushan Sword Technique. The unity of man and sword unleashes the strongest force, enough to penetrate any obstacle ahead.

Then, he was greeted by a fist.

The ordinary, plain and unpretentious fist collided with the sword light that was the unity of man and sword.

A flying sword cried out in grief, and the ten-foot sword light shattered, and the man and the sword merged into one, and were beaten back to their original form. The short and fat figure rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with the flying sword.

It fell from a high altitude and created a large human-shaped hole on the ground.

The giants who were angered by the Ten Thousand Swords Technique just now stepped forward and wanted to show this guy the power of Big Foot.

If Jiang Li hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to find any meat scraps by now.

Raising his hand to catch the opponent's flying sword that fell to the ground, Jiang Li recognized the unique flying sword craftsmanship at a glance.

It is indeed the most authentic Shushan flying sword.

So, what's going on with this guy?

As far as Jiang Li knew, there was no other Shushan inheritance in the current Eastern Region Immortal Cultivation World. The Shushan Five Elements Peak in Dachong Mountain was the only orthodox Shushan sword cultivation.

If someone else learned a few moves of Shushan Sword Technique by chance, he would believe it.

But the Demon Subduing Sword Technique, the Shushan Ten Thousand Swords Technique, the Shushan Sky Sword, and this flying sword that was refined with the Shushan secret method.

In fact, in his perception, the other party had awakened his sword heart for the second time and had already cultivated sword bones.

Jiang Li didn't believe that he could learn so much just by chance.

"Who are you? Where did you learn the Shushan Sword Technique from?"

Jiang Li shouted, but the man on the ground did not move.

"You can't hide underground here. If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll pull out your sword bone!"

He swung his hand and a lightsaber shot out, piercing directly into the thigh of the short and fat swordsman.

The fellow with shifty eyes suddenly stood up.

"Ahem, spare my life, my friend, spare my life!"

"I am Zhang Bobo, the swordsman of Mount Shu. What happened today was actually a misunderstanding. If you are interested in the sword art of Mount Shu, please."

"I can accept you as a disciple on your behalf and teach you all the Shushan sword techniques."

"That's the legacy of the ancient immortal sect, the Shushan Sword Sect. I usually charge hundreds of thousands of spirit stones for it."

"But my friend, could you please return my flying sword first?"

Zhang Bobo obviously thought that Jiang Li was attracted by his Shushan Sword Technique, and without any hesitation he agreed to hand over the sword technique in exchange for Jiang Li's forgiveness.

But Jiang Li remained indifferent. He held the opponent's flying sword in his hand and did not give the opponent any chance no matter how the flying sword struggled.

"You are a Shushan swordsman, then why have I never seen you before!"

"Shameless villain, you must have attacked my Shushan disciple and snatched his flying sword inheritance! You still want to quibble after falling into my hands today?"

With a thought, the Immortal-Slaying Sword split into two, two into four, four into eight, and soon it turned into thousands of lifelike flying swords, circling around in circles with the sword tips pointing directly at the opponent.

I can pierce that short and fat monk’s heart with thousands of swords at any time.

The Ten Thousand Swords Technique performed by Jiang Li was obviously much more advanced than the lightsaber that the short and fat man had conjured up before.

The body of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword was enlarged a hundred times, with two imperial dragon auras swirling around the sword, hanging above Zhang Bobo's head.

Possessing the aura of the Human Emperor and having the blood of the dragon clan, the Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword in the Shushan Sword Technique is unmatched in power in his hands.

Obviously Jiang Li didn't believe what this guy said.

There are only a few sword cultivators who have reached the level of Divine Transformation at the Five Elements Peak of Mount Shu. Jiang Li has seen all of them, but this guy is not one of them.

Pointed at by the Ten Thousand Swords Technique and the Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword, the unarmed short and fat monk broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.

"You! You also know the Shushan Sword Technique!"

"Are you a disciple of the Five Elements Peak?"

"Wait! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding. My master is Wuyajian Pei Zhong! "Brother, wait a minute! We are from the same school."

In order to save his life, the short and fat monk even called out "brother". He didn't even consider his age, which was at least several dozen years older than Jiang Li.

However, his words still saved his life.

The Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword was pressing against his brow, but it did not fall down.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you lying? Pei Zhong, the Cliffless Sword, died a thousand years ago. Where did your master come from?"

When Jiang Li heard the name at first, he felt a little familiar with it. It took him a long time to remember that he had seen such a name on the tablet in the Shushan Memorial Hall.

He thought the other party's statement was outrageous, but he was also surprised that Zhang Bobo could say this name.

After all, he was a person who lived thousands of years ago. Even if a real Shushan disciple replaced him, he might not be able to call out his name.

"Dead? That's not right. I saw my master just a month ago, and he was still alive and well."

"There are also Senior Uncle Luo Xinghe and Senior Uncle Dian Canghai. They opened the Shushan Sword Hall together with my master. Senior brother, have you...never met them?"

He mentioned the names of two dead people, which made Jiang Li's expression change slightly.

This short and fat monk actually didn't look like he was lying to him.

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Moreover, few normal people would tell such worthless lies as making up stories about a dead person.

However, the flying swords of those three people are still enshrined in the Sword Tomb of Mount Shu. If they were really alive, how could there be no news from them for thousands of years?

"Where are those three seniors now?"

"Master won't let me...Wrong Death City! They are all in Wrong Death City!"

The tip of the Immortal-Slaying Sword was obviously more convincing than his master's instructions.

but.

"A bloody place... a city of the dead!"

This was the second time Jiang Li heard this name.

The last time I heard it was at the floating auction in Fengyang City.

At that time, a strange earth-level magic weapon from the City of the Dead appeared at the auction and was eventually won by the people of Wantumen.

The Blood King's crown was finally worn on the head of Wu Fan, the leader of Wantu Clan.

Because of the hatred with Wantumen, Jiang Li also specifically inquired about that place.

However, the mystery of that place is no less than that of the three pillars of the Temple of God.

The few rumors that circulate among the people are the kind that are everywhere, such as the adventure stories of a poor boy.

For example, someone who has accomplished nothing suddenly enters the City of the Dead one day, where he receives guidance and inheritance from a master, and after he comes out, he makes a breakthrough and creates a legend and establishes his own school.

In the past, this kind of story was just something people listened to.

But looking at Zhang Bobo in front of him, Jiang Li suddenly felt that the water in the City of the Dead was probably deeper than he had imagined.

And this short and fat swordsman may be the best guide.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Bobo, since you said you are a disciple of Shushan, then you have to bear with it for now. I will take you back to Wuxing Peak to recognize your ancestors!"

. . . .

On the other side, on the map of the eastern region of Cangyun Continent, there is an area marked as extremely dangerous, a bloody land.

A faint blood-red mist permeated the air, and in the whistling wind, there seemed to be undead ghosts howling and whispering unwillingly.

Today, hundreds of flying boats have entered this dangerous place.

These flying boats fly at an extremely slow speed, squeezing through the fog bit by bit, gliding cautiously here at an altitude almost close to the ground.

If you get closer, you will find that these flying boats are connected to each other by thick iron chains, and the boats are almost touching each other.

"Master, the iron chain connecting the boats at the back has broken, and three of our flying boats are lost."

On the flagship at the center of the flying boat group, there was a Blood Knife Elder who was kneeling on the deck and handing a thick chain to Wu Fan.

With a dejected look on his face, he reported the fleet's losses. This was not the first time such a thing had happened since entering this bloody land.

On the three flying boats that had just been lost, there was a Blood Knife Elder whose strength was no less than his.

This made him feel deeply powerless. When would a Divine Transformation cultivator disappear so quietly?

Until now, they don't even know how those ships disappeared.

The danger of this bloody place was beyond their expectations.

The huge fleet of flying boats began to mysteriously get lost and disappear after entering this area.

Later, they even used iron chains to connect the flying boats together, but even so, those thick rune chains would still break inexplicably.

As they advanced, the remaining fleet is now only half of its original size, and the losses are unprecedented.

Wu Fan glanced at the clip, which looked like an iron chain that had been bitten off by some creature's teeth, and he just nodded indifferently.

If people could come and go as they pleased, could it still be called a bloody place?

Those dead disciples were actually their common sacrifices. One dead and one alive, this was the rule for entering the bloody land.

"Pass the order down and release the souls of the unjustly dead."

The sword-holding slave beside the Wantu Sect's leader Wu Fan has been replaced by a fair-skinned female cultivator.

Following his order, the female cultivator holding a sword took out a black sky-piercing lightning bolt and shot it towards the fog.

After receiving the order, the remaining flying boats began to throw out jars covered with talisman papers. The jars fell to the ground and shattered, and countless transparent figures immediately poured out from them.

Although their quality is far inferior to the ghost soldiers in Jiang Li’s coffin, their number is far greater.

The Wantu Clan would massacre cities and destroy countries at will, so they were never short of ghosts.

After the souls of these dying people were released, they were confused for a moment, and then as if attracted by something, they all moved towards the same place.

Behind the heads of these unjustly dead souls, there is a faint black thread hanging, extending backwards and connecting to the flying boats of the Wantu Clan.

The power of one soul is insignificant, and so are ten, a hundred, or a thousand.

But if the number is millions, tens of millions, or even more, it is enough to gather a force that will attract people's attention.

Using these souls of the dead as boatmen, they pulled the remaining flying boats of Wantumen slowly towards somewhere deep in the fog.

"Only with the guidance of those who died in vain can we find the legendary City of the Dead!"

One day, two days, three days... After seven days, most of the dead ghosts had been exhausted and dissipated.

A large number of jars were thrown out from the Wantumen fleet, releasing the dead ghosts to continue pulling the flying boat.

This went on for seven days and seven days, and finally, after seven times, a huge city slowly appeared in front of the blood-red fog.

The dead ghosts who were pulling the flying boat walked into the city in a daze.

But to living people, the city is like a mirage, which cannot be touched or reached.

At this time, Wu Fan gave another order.

Bloody daggers were distributed to all the remaining disciples of Wantu Sect.

The way to enter the city in front of you is very simple, just slit your throat and pierce your heart.

(End of this chapter)