"We in the Ancient Sword Sect also have immortal weapons."
Kunwu stretched out his hand with a gloomy face and took out a dark wooden sword from his back. The moment his hand grasped the wooden sword, an aura similar to the previous Pure Yang Immortal Bell emerged from the wooden sword. The moment this aura appeared, Yang Wusheng's face changed slightly.
The Pure Yang Immortal Bell that he had originally retracted appeared again. This time, the shadow of the Pure Yang Immortal Bell appeared above his head, forming a bell-shaped protective circle.
"It seems we have the same idea. You were the one who killed Xilou and Yangkun, right?"
Yang Wusheng looked at Kunwu opposite him, his eyes gradually becoming cold.
The last time Chunyang Sect Leader and Xilou died, he felt something was wrong. Now it seems that it was indeed the old guy Kunwu who did it. Only an old monster like him who borrowed the power of immortal tools could kill Chunyang Sect Leader and Xilou so quickly, even though they had the talisman paper to save their lives.
"I don't know what this is about!"
Kunwu thought of the previous theft of the Ancient Sword Sect’s Fire Pattern Black Crystal Mine.
At that time, their Ancient Sword Sect lost a Hedao cultivator! Although he was a half-hearted Hedao who came from Huangquan, he was also at the Hedao level. For an existence of this level, he really couldn't think of any way to kill it except with immortal weapons.
The kind of killing that even the soul cannot escape.
The only explanation is that this old guy Yang Wusheng used a shady trick! The Snow Mountain Ancestor who has been missing is most likely this person in disguise. Hiding his cultivation and launching a surprise attack, this makes sense.
Both of them put the blame on each other.
Coupled with the conflict of interests within the sect, the contradictions that had already accumulated to the extreme suddenly broke out.
Yang Wusheng grabbed the corner of the bronze bell and took the lead.
He grabbed the edge of the bronze bell and smashed it hard at Kunwu. The surrounding spiritual energy was driven by the bronze bell like a tsunami and swept towards Kunwu. With a "dong" sound, the bronze bell and the wooden sword collided with each other.
The two forces exploded.
The ground cracked open, revealing a huge canyon with no end in sight.
All the falling rocks were ignited, turning into meteor showers, falling into the abyss below the crack. With a "click", a slight sound came from the bottom layer, and the spiritual realm where the gourd mouth was located could not withstand this force and began to separate left and right.
This exaggerated scene seems like an ancient myth.
Some low-level immortal cultivators who didn't have time to escape were all burned into gas. Some mortals living in this area only felt that a fire had fallen from the sky, and then the whole country was in ruins.
Someone recorded this scene before he died.
'Fire rains from the sky, a disaster that destroys the world!'
They didn't know where the rain of fire came from, they only knew that with the appearance of the rain of fire, they faced the end of the world.
"Is this the immortal weapon?!"
Mu Jianyu's eyes were filled with shock.
She finally understood why the world of immortal cultivation would be like that eight thousand years later. The power of immortal weapons was enough to change the world. If the battle between the Pure Yang Immortal Sect and the Ancient Sword Sect continued, the land under their feet would be destroyed by them. If the other seven major sects were involved, the entire world of immortal cultivation would be shattered.
“It’s not a complete immortal weapon yet.”
Chen Luo looked at the two people fighting in the distance, and a lot of information emerged in his mind.
'The projection of the immortal weapon has incomplete power.'
'A true immortal weapon.'
"The Pure Yang Immortal Bell and Yi Mu Immortal Sword were refined in the Nine Heavens Fire for 36,000 years before they became effective."
The three brothers gave feedback at the same time.
The information about the third brother's grudge was the most vague, and he could only judge that the two used projections of immortal artifacts, and their power was incomplete. The second brother, the corpse-reincarnated immortal Zhao Qi, knew relatively more, and was able to judge that the power they used came from real immortal artifacts. The elder brother Changqing was as powerful as ever, not only seeing the origins of the two immortal artifacts, but also telling the methods of their sacrifice and refining.
However, this method was too far away from Chen Luo. The Nine Heavens Fire alone was enough to extinguish his idea of refining an immortal weapon.
Is this not complete?
Mu Jianyu looked at Chen Luo, his eyes full of shock.
She did not doubt Chen Luo's words, she just wanted to know where these "immortal weapons" came from. Could it be that they were created by heaven and earth at the beginning of the world?
Or maybe it fell from the fairyland?
It's ridiculous that later generations actually confused the Upper Nine Sects that controlled this kind of power with ordinary Dao Sects. How ignorant they were. How could such a sect be the same as ordinary Dao Sects? Even if there were so-called "Tao" in later generations, it would definitely not be a match for the immortal weapon. The level difference is too big, unless it is the "Tao" left by the immortals.
Squeak
The sound of treasure hunting rats came from the front.
The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw the treasure-hunting rat squatting in front of a crack, its front paws constantly digging at the stone. There was no crack in this place originally. The aftermath of the fight between Kunwu and Yang Wusheng destroyed the topography of this area, and the cracks divided the land into dozens of pieces. The cracks appeared at that time.
"Found it?"
Chen Luo's eyes lit up, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the two people fighting in the distance. He quickly walked to the edge of the crack and helped the treasure-hunting rat dig open the crack.
A dark cave appeared in front of me.
The treasure-hunting rat flashed and subconsciously wanted to sneak in, but before it could move, Chen Luo grabbed its tail and lifted it up. This rat was very good at finding treasures, and even better at eating treasures. Chen Luo was afraid that it would break its bones if it went down, so he caught it back in advance.
"I'll go down and take a look first. You stay outside."
"At this time, do you still want to dig graves?"
Mu Jianyu was very confused. The fight at Hulukou was very loud, and it was not far from them. Judging from the aftermath of the collision of the immortal weapons, it was unknown when it would roll over. By then, both of them would be burned to ashes. Even Chen Luo, who was at the Hedao realm, could not withstand the power of the immortal weapon.
It doesn't make sense to risk digging graves at this time.
"This is a forefather from 27,000 years ago. If we don't dig now, we won't be able to find it later!"
Chen Luo dropped a word and quickly flew down in the direction indicated by the treasure-hunting rat.
Mu Jianyu was left alone, disheveled in the wind.
She always felt that she couldn't keep up with Chen Luo's ideas.
'Maybe this is why I can't cultivate as fast as him.'
The cave is cold and damp.
After passing through the cave entrance, Chen Luo saw a huge karst cave below. This karst cave was dug by humans, and array patterns were engraved on the surrounding stone walls. The aftermath of the battle between Yang Wusheng and Kunwu destroyed the landform, cutting off the earth vein energy needed for the array pattern, making it lose its original function. The treasure-hunting rat smelled this breath and found this karst cave.
bass.
A ball of spiritual fire appeared in the palm of Chen Luo's hand.
The orange-red flames illuminated the entire area. Chen Luo looked around and saw a smooth stone slab on the wall in front of him. The stone slab was densely covered with words, which looked like some kind of secret method. There were several clay pots on the stone platform below. When the treasure-hunting rat saw the clay pots, it struggled most violently.
Where is the body?
Unwilling to give up, Chen Luo searched again, and only after making sure there was no corpse did he walk towards the earthen jars.
whoosh!
The treasure-hunting rat broke free from Chen Luo's control and hugged the clay pot in front of it, refusing to let go. Chen Luo picked up the clay pot and the treasure-hunting rat together and opened the lid. A strong smell of burning came out of the clay pot.
Waste pill?
Chen Luo used his spiritual sense to sense it, and after confirming that it was not poisonous, he stretched out his index finger and dug out a large ball of black mud.
This black mud is very sticky, and no one knows what it is made of. It looks like asphalt, but a little different.
Squeak
The treasure-hunting mouse suddenly cried out excitedly, waving its front paws as if to express something. Chen Luo looked at it for a long time but couldn't understand it, so he picked it up by the tail and threw it back into the cave gourd.
Throwing the black mud back into the earthen jar, Chen Luo checked the other jars.
These earthen jars are all filled with sticky black mud.
At first, Chen Luo didn’t take it seriously, but soon he realized something was wrong.
He picked up the nearest clay pot and stirred the black mud twice. Suddenly, his index finger touched a grayish-white hard object, and he reached out and took it out.
A thumb-sized bone.
I don’t know how many years it had been hidden in the black mud. After it was separated from the black mud, the green light on the surface quickly dimmed, and in just a moment it weathered into ashes.
"This thing can't be an urn!"
Chen Luo was stunned.
Good news, the predecessor who lived for 27,000 years has been found.
Bad news, the senior is a decorator.
Unwilling to give up, Chen Luo searched through other jars again, and only after confirming the composition of this thing did he give up completely. He didn't know if the information his clone had inquired about was correct. If the Autumn Water Sword Master really passed away here, then there was no need to look for him later, and he should change his target as soon as possible.
"The Sutra of Saving People?"
After confirming that there was no brain, Chen Luo turned his attention to the words on the wall.
These characters were not from the Corpse Immortal Dao era, nor were they from this era. In Chen Luo's memory, he had never come across this kind of characters. None of the more than a thousand brains in the external brain recognized them.
Fortunately, Brother Changqing is there to back me up.
After a period of guessing based on his feelings, Brother Changqing finally understood the effect of this technique.
This is a secret method of the soul.
If you cultivate to the extreme, you can help others achieve enlightenment. The more people you help, the greater the hope of achieving enlightenment, and the higher the success rate of facing the great heavenly tribulation in the future. In short, this is a secret method to increase the success rate of overcoming the great heavenly tribulation in the tribulation realm.
"Why does it look a bit like a heart demon tribulation?"
Chen Luo studied it carefully for a moment and found an inexplicable sense of familiarity in it.
He thought of the mental tribulation he had experienced before.
Boom!
The ground shook and large amounts of dust and debris fell.
The aftermath of the fight reached here again, and the aura was much stronger than before. Yang Wusheng and Kunwu were moving in this direction. The two of them had already created true fire, and the entire spiritual realm was almost destroyed by them, with large cracks on the edge.
This spiritual realm belonging to the Ancient Sword Sect is like a piece of cloth cut from a piece of cloth, with a tendency to fall off. (End of this chapter)
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