The woman looked at Chen Luo nervously, her spiritual sense scanning his body again and again, as if to confirm whether he was injured.
“It’s all resolved.”
Chen Luo nodded, but as soon as he said this, he instinctively felt something was wrong. The expression on the face of the woman standing opposite him became extremely strange, and the surrounding scene seemed to melt and began to distort in a pattern. The woman who had stood in front of him before had disappeared at this moment.
The bustling market town turned into a long dark street, and the sky changed from yin to yang, from day to night.
"Lingxuzi, you should have died long ago."
A faint voice floated from the sky.
White cold mist blew along the street, with a few pieces of yellow paper money mixed in. Lanterns on the roadside in the distance were shaking with a creaking sound. Chen Luo spread his consciousness and scanned the surroundings over and over again, but he didn't see anyone.
"who?"
The voice of "The Immortal Scripture cannot be touched" faded away and could no longer be found.
The owner of the life silkworm Gu?
Chen Luo narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that before the Nine Tomb Guarding Clans came, Lingxuzi's enemies would come to chase him. When the Yangji Venerable surrounded the mountain before, Chen Luo felt something was wrong. Now it seems that Lingxuzi must have known something he shouldn't know.
Buzz!!
A ray of spiritual power appeared around Chen Luo, and his translucent spiritual arm accurately grabbed an arrow. The arrow was like a living thing, and after being grasped by him, it kept twisting and struggling for a long time before settling down, and finally turned into black ash and drifted away.
"Immortal Scripture."
Chen Luo took out the fragment from the Dongtian gourd again.
He had carefully read this page of the immortal scripture and found nothing special about it. It was disconnected and he couldn't practice it even if he wanted to. Was it really necessary to pay so much attention to such an incomplete technique? Or was there some secret in it that he hadn't noticed?
'Perhaps the blood writing is hidden.'
'It could be a handprint.'
'Secretly hidden fragments of the map.'
In an instant, dozens of speculations popped up in the external brain.
Chen Luo suppressed these thoughts and prepared to try them one by one when he had some free time.
call out!
Suddenly, the wooden door of the building on the left opened, and a black coffin flew out. At the same time, the windows on the second floors of the streets on both sides opened, and hundreds of white silks flew out like spider webs. The air began to echo with bursts of ghostly laughter.
Chen Luo raised his right hand, and the nine-headed lion's brain instantly became active.
rub!!
The scorching flames, with his palm as the center, instantly turned into a huge sun, crushing out indiscriminately. The coffin that flew over, before it got close to his body, burned on its own, turning into a huge fire stick that exploded in the air. The white silk that flew over also turned into a fire snake, and the crying sound that floated in his ears turned into screams.
"ah!!!"
After the crisp cracking sound, the surrounding scenes quickly disappeared. When Chen Luo looked again, he found that he was back on the long street.
The woman who was standing opposite and talking to him turned pale.
"You are not"
puff!!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then a ball of yang fire lit up from her forehead, and in the blink of an eye, she was burned to charcoal. A black six-winged poisonous insect crawled out from inside, and after seeing Chen Luo, this "child insect" chose to self-destruct on the spot without thinking.
"How dare you pull me into the spirit world."
Chen Luo reached out and took the storage bag from the woman. After confirming that there was nothing valuable in it, he turned around and left.
A moment later, the monk in charge of the security of the market town flew over. He first checked the corpses and confirmed that there were no useful clues before asking the surrounding shop owners.
"What happened?"
"There was an old man in white before, he is here"
The shop owner who was questioned quickly described what he had seen. After hearing the color of the token on the waist of the old man in white, the monk in charge of the security of the market town changed his expression slightly, and then he quickly waved his hand, hastily collected the charred remains on the ground, and did not investigate further.
As the guards of Baihuafang Market, they were naturally aware of the auctions being held by the upper echelons recently. They had already found out who they could and could not mess with in this situation. The identity token described by the shop owner was the first type of people they "could not mess with".
Even if such a person committed a crime, it was not something that these minions could intervene in. The most they could do was report the matter.
How to deal with it specifically depends on the upper level.
Each market has its own rules, but these rules can often be flexibly adjusted.
"Lingxuzi is also in a lot of trouble."
After returning to his residence, Chen Luo sat cross-legged in the room and began to think about the series of things he had encountered since coming to this world of immortal cultivation.
The most important reason for this situation is that the trouble with the Upper Nine Sects has not been solved. The problem with the Soul Chasing Mirror prevents him from switching identities at will. The second point is the trouble with Lingxu Dongtian. Although Lingxu Dongtian is known as a medium-sized force, there are only a handful of people available in the sect. Except for the three disciples of Zhong Yan, the rest are all vassal forces. This plan allows the four people in Lingxu Dongtian to enjoy the most concentrated resources. But at the same time, the power of Lingxu Dongtian will be far weaker than that of the same level sects. The entire sect is almost entirely supported by Lingxuzi alone. Once Lingxuzi has problems, the entire sect will be affected and may even decline rapidly. This has been proven before.
"So what I have to do now are two things. The first is to deal with the Soul Chasing Mirror of the Upper Nine Sects, and the second is to strengthen Lingxu Cave Heaven and make it a usable force."
A new plan took shape in Chen Luo's mind.
Ancient Sword Cave.
The sea is blue, the sky is blue, and the clouds are white like gauze.
Deep in the clouds, there is a huge floating island. The island is covered with green moss. Several rivers flow out of the island, forming floating waterfalls. The drifting water raises a lot of water vapor, forming a rainbow bridge, which looks very spectacular.
In the center of the island stands a huge ancient sword.
Below the giant sword, there was a row of thatched houses that looked like a farm village. However, there was no atmosphere of life in this village. There was only a group of children sitting cross-legged in the middle of the yard, meditating with their eyes closed.
Wan Ji was sitting cross-legged above.
His gray beard fell to his chest, and a visible grayish-white aura surrounded his body, giving people the illusion that he was about to die.
Behind him, two people stood on his left and right.
On the left was a man wearing a long white robe, looking about forty years old, with a primordial aura, and a little white in his bangs, giving people an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. The female cultivator on the right looked about twenty years old, with a cold face, like an emotionless sword. You could feel the powerful sword intent emanating from her body without getting close to her.
"All failed?"
Wan Ji withdrew his gaze from the child below and asked as if talking to himself.
"There is still one who is not dead."
The man on the left responded. His name was Chi Jian. He was the first disciple of Wan Ji and the strongest person in the entire Ancient Sword Sect besides Wan Ji.
"One."
Wan Ji shook his head, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the giant sword towering into the sky behind him.
Immortal weapon - ancient sword.
This is the foundation of their Ancient Sword Sect, and also the curse of their Ancient Sword Sect.
People in the world of immortal cultivation only saw that the Ancient Sword Sect cultivators relied on the ancient sword to reincarnate and maintain their spiritual wisdom. But no one knew that the ancient sword would erode their sanity. The more times they reincarnated, the more things they forgot.
This silent erosion is the most terrifying.
Wan Ji had lived through nine lives in total, and this life had come to an end. Not counting the times he failed in the middle, Wan Ji had lived for more than 25,000 years. To everyone in the world of immortal cultivation, Wan Ji was a living fossil.
Even among those immortals who claim to possess the status of "True Immortal", few have reached his age.
But at this point, Wan Ji was almost reaching his limit.
He had a premonition that if he passed away this time, what awaited him would not be the tenth time, but that his soul and will would be completely devoured by the ancient sword behind him and become part of the immortal weapon. In order to get rid of this curse, Wan Ji had been looking for a way to save himself. During his seventh reincarnation, he found a seemingly feasible way.
"Immortal soul!"
There is an article in the True Immortal Scripture that records a road called "Immortal Soul". Using the great calamity to discard a part of oneself, a new body is derived from the soul. This road was called "Sanxian" in ancient times, but Wan Ji prefers to call it the "Immortal Soul Road".
Ever since obtaining this scripture, Wan Ji has been trying.
He has collected countless sword-doing geniuses from all over the world, some of whom even amazed him.
Wan Ji passed the "Immortal Soul" chapter to them and asked these children to practice it.
At the beginning, Wan Ji was full of hope.
But the result was that his hopes were wiped out again and again. Even the most dazzling geniuses could not cultivate into immortal souls. After repeated failures, he reincarnated twice. Until this life, he finally heard good news.
Of the losers he gave up, two survived.
It was a pity that these two people did not appreciate him, but regarded him as their biggest enemy. Not long ago, a half-finished life card was completely broken, which put an end to his thoughts.
"I heard that several people escaped from the Emperor's Tomb?"
Wan Ji turned his head and looked at another female disciple.
This girl's name is Yuyan. She is Wan Ji's second disciple and a powerful person under him who is specifically in charge of the affairs of the Emperor's Tomb. When Wan Ji is in seclusion practicing on weekdays, Yuyan handles most of the matters.
"Three people."
Yuyan immediately responded respectfully and reported the latest news.
She has been dealing with this matter recently, but the difficulty of the matter has exceeded her expectations. None of the three people who escaped are easy to deal with, especially the leader, who actually has the aura of a fairy. The remaining two are more cunning than each other. In order to deal with them, Yuyan has gone to the Refining Pavilion and asked for three soul-chasing mirrors.
"The spirit of the immortal. That emperor is also restless. He has been dead for so many years."
Sensing the information conveyed by the swift, Wan Ji sighed.
Nine clans guarding the tomb.
Only they themselves know who they are. There is no such thing as a "tomb guardian clan" in this world. They are clearly nine "guards" who guard the cemetery. (End of this chapter)
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