Volume 2, Chapter 313: The Seventh Generation Sword Master of Broken Sword Mountain - Burial
At this moment, the people around realized that the rumors about the burial were all true.
On the day of his birth, he killed immortals and fought against celestial immortals, and later he could fight against the Immortal King.
All of this is true.
They began to disperse, trying to stay away from Zang. To them, Zang was too dangerous, and the only ones who could compete with him were those on the list.
"Zang is here, and I feel like the trip to the fairy mountain has become even more chaotic."
"He came here carrying that coffin, is he going to bury all his enemies here?"
"I don't know. I just know that it's best to stay away from him."
“That makes sense.”
At this time, Zang was holding a person in his hand, and it was Yin An.
Yin An is now dying and is held in Ye Tingmu's hands like a chicken.
Then it slowly fell to the ground.
Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu followed closely.
Ye Tingmu threw Yin An to the ground casually, and with a wave of his hand, the black long sword returned to his hand.
At this time, Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu also came behind him.
They all praised it with enthusiasm on their faces.
"Awesome! This is a complete massacre."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly and put on a matter-of-fact expression.
Then he said, "Don't rely on it. Qianqiu, go and take away those people's storage bags and valuables."
"What?" Baili Qianqiu was puzzled.
Ye Tingmu glared at him and said, "Didn't we agree on this? Those are all money. Go pick them up."
Baili Qianqiu understood. They had agreed on this before entering the mountain. The purpose of this activity was to "make money". Ye Tingmu was responsible for making it, and he was responsible for picking it up.
I was so excited that I forgot about it.
"I'll go right away."
There's nothing I can do about it, it's my fault for being so bad.
Ye Tingmu had no choice. The things in the sky were all good things. Although they were useless to him, they were rare and precious in the lower world.
As the head of Taxian Pavilion, the village chief of Yejia Village, and the King of Donghai, he naturally has to shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing his family, sect, and country, so the more of these things the better.
When he breaks through the realm of the Immortal Emperor, he will bring these things down to the mortal world.
Fukuzawa Fang, hehe.
While Xiao Baili went to pick up the storage bag, Ye Tingmu also came and squatted in front of Yin An.
At this time, Yin An was beaten to death by Ye Tingmu, and his elixir was locked by him, making him unable to move.
"Do you want to live?" Ye Tingmu's voice sounded faintly.
When Yin An heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Then he said weakly: "If we can live, who wouldn't want to live? Isn't the reason why we practice cultivation to live?" As he said this, he raised his head with all his strength, looked at Ye Tingmu in front of him, and smiled calmly: "But will you let me live?"
This is a question, but also an affirmative sentence.
He wanted to live, but you wouldn't let me live, otherwise you wouldn't have taken action and killed so many people in Ci Chen Palace.
Ye Tingmu was puzzled, "Why not?"
Yin An looked around and said, "If you really wanted me to live, you wouldn't kill them all without saying anything."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly. Yin An really saw through everything.
"I killed them because they are from Ci Chen Palace. The reason is that the Immortal Emperors from your Ci Chen Palace bullied me. Of course, I can kill people, so I can also let you live. But you are valuable. For example, if you can tell me some news about the Immortal Mountain, you can live? Understand."
Yin An heard this and laughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Hehe... cough cough cough, bullying you, Zang, you are the only one who can bully others in these three days. Who can bully you? Don't say that I don't know about the fairy mountain. Even if I know, I won't tell you."
Ye Tingmu took a deep breath.
"Okay, you are noble." After saying that, he stood up, moved his fingertips, and a long sword came down from the sky.
With a "puff..." sound, Yin An in front of him was completely motionless.
"Have a nice journey." He muttered softly.
Then he turned around and looked at the sea of stars in front of him. What kind of existence is this fairy mountain? Why are there no other information in the books except that there are treasures here?
And how long will this sudden eternal night last?
After packing up everything, the three of them set off again. On the way, they encountered several waves of disciples from the ten major immortal sects. Ye Tingmu attacked without hesitation and killed them, and then left one alive to ask about the matters of the immortal mountain.
The answers I got were all the same: I don’t know.
Since no one knows, there is nothing they can do and they have to go all the way.
When there is no road, there is no choice but to move forward.
I don’t know how long I flew.
Beneath the sea of stars ahead, there is still green grassland.
The only difference is that there is a dense crowd of people in front.
Some of them stood in the air, while others stayed on the ground.
They come in groups of three or two, or in thousands, and at first glance their number appears to be at least in the millions.
Humans, demons and monsters gathered here.
Without a doubt, they all looked forward.
When Ye Tingmu saw this scene, a look of curiosity appeared in his eyes.
The crowd here should be the first echelon, but it is unknown why they stay here.
"What's going on? So many people?"
"Why don't you just go up and take a look?"
The crowd was crowded, but Ye Tingmu walked forward with a swagger.
Don’t forget to let Baili Qianqiu shout it out loud.
"The seventh generation sword master of Broken Sword Mountain is buried here. Unrelated people, please move aside, otherwise don't blame the sword for being ruthless."
A sudden shout spread here, immediately attracting the attention of the people here. They all turned around and looked for the direction of the sound.
Not for anything else, just for that sound of burial.
"Is the funeral here?"
"Oh my god, it really came."
"Where is it? I can't see it..."
"Look, over there, the one carrying the coffin must be..."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Tingmu, along with Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu, slowly walked towards the crowd.
He was extremely eye-catching in his blood-stained clothes, and the green coffin reflected a deep light.
Burial! A legendary name, a name that is enough to make everyone bow their heads when it appears.
And at this moment, he came, he was confident and assertive, and extremely domineering.
The smile on the corner of his mouth makes people feel inexplicably intimate, but the blood-stained clothes and the coffin make people inexplicably panic, as if he is high above and untouchable.
The people around subconsciously made way for him.
There was even fanaticism in the eyes of many people.
Of course, there were also hostile gazes that were fixed on him.
This is how the world is. If someone hates you, there will be someone who likes you. If someone wants to kill you, there will be someone who worships you.
To the ten major immortal sects, three clans, three tribes, and the Heavenly Court, Ye Tingmu is an enemy, but to some small sects and independent cultivators in the human world, Ye Tingmu is a myth, a miracle, and the pride of the human race.
The gathering place of the demon clan and the monster clan also attracted countless gazes, including Ying Changle and the Demon Lord's son.
For the two of them, Zang is the only one in the human race who is qualified to compete with them. Even Xia Lingkong, the number one on the Celestial Immortal List and the man known as the strongest genius of the human race, is not worthy of it.
So they are naturally curious about this mysterious opponent.
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