This is a very strange scene.

This ten-mile-long street is one of the most prosperous places in the city.

There was a constant stream of people and the roads were busy with traffic.

Every moment is filled with all kinds of life and the hustle and bustle of the city.

At the end of the street, there was a bride-picking procession, slowly turning from the north. In front was a sedan chair with the bride in it, and behind it was the groom riding a chestnut horse. Behind the horse was a porter carrying the bride's dowry, and in front of the horse was a person holding the bride's dressing box.

In the middle of the avenue, there was a large sedan chair carried by eight people, surrounded by dozens of attendants. The attendants had an arrogant attitude and pedestrians on the road were hurriedly making way for fear of angering the nobleman.

But at this moment, the most eye-catching people on the street were not these two groups.

But it was a strange scene on the road between them.

A little boy in a red cotton-padded jacket was standing motionless with his head down, holding a half-eaten candied haws in both hands. The corners of his mouth, which were dipped in brown sugar, were slightly raised. His pair of black and white eyes were like delicate and smooth glass beads, reflecting the withered hand that was reaching into his chest.

The little boy who had been submerged in red light a second ago now had no trace of red light in his body.

At this moment, his small body was like a piece of delicate and fragile porcelain, covered with shocking cracks. The dense runes had been extinguished, but turned into tattoos on his fair skin, showing their former existence.

Many people around looked over; they had witnessed the red light just now, but they were not surprised at all. The terrifying power that had been brewing to its peak did not frighten them at all. It was as if everything that happened was just a common scene in their daily life and they were no longer surprised. It was like when you go out normally, thinking about other things in your mind, your eyes habitually pass over the flowerpot outside the window and you will no longer devote a single bit of your attention to it.

Their eyes naturally shifted away, with strange expressions on their faces, triggered by the previous incident.

The crowd around the candied haws stall began to disperse because no one was selling candied haws anymore. A child from a poor family stared longingly at the half-eaten candied haws in the hand of the little boy in the red cotton-padded jacket. After swallowing several times, he left reluctantly.

Click.

A crisp sound was heard.

The fish in the pond's pupils expanded and contracted, and it slowly raised its head as if it were reflecting back light.

What came into view was a dark face.

It was the dark-faced old man who had just handed him the candied haws. At this moment, he still had a smile on his face, like a simple farmer.

He opened his mouth, but the withered hand that was holding his demon pill in front of his chest had already been casually pulled away. The last words he wanted to say turned into a point of light along with his Nascent Soul and dissipated in the wind.

A sixth-level demon, which was extremely rare in the mountains of the surrounding continents, died silently.

The black-faced old man opened his palm and took a look at the dark but red-glowing demon pill in his hand. The densely packed cracks made it impossible to tell how many sky marks it had, so it was impossible to tell what grade of demon pill it was.

But the old man didn't care much about it. He turned his hand away, conveyed a few words to the two younger generations in his mind, and then stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting, with a smile on his face and slightly squinted eyes.

There seemed to be a temple fair or something like that in the city today, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street. The black-faced old man found that his candied haws stall blocked the pedestrians' way, so he moved it to a remote place. During this time, someone asked him if he still sold candied haws. He smiled and nodded, and started selling candied haws again.

…

Following the instructions of his uncle, Zhao Qianqiu was rushing to the Shanshui Cave in Zhishui Kingdom to capture the accomplices of the beast.

But suddenly Xinhu received a message from his uncle again. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and went back in a hurry.

…

Somewhere on the hillside among the mountains, a huge deep pit was created by a black object that fell from the sky.

Dust flew and huge trees fell.

A woman in palace dress was standing on a surviving ancient tree next to the huge pit.

A small handleless sword flew out of the pit.

This sword is crystal clear and shining, very strange, and the end where the hilt should be is tied with a jade pendant.

At this time, the handleless flying sword did not return to its sheath after returning, but was inserted nimbly into the bun of the woman in palace dress.

It turned out to be a step-shaking ornament.

Yi Qianyan frowned as he looked at the black dragon corpse in the pit.

She had just chased it all the way here, but before she could draw her sword, the beast fell down by itself.

She cut open the demon dragon's dantian and saw, as expected, there was no demon pill or primordial infant.

"So, the beast's Nascent Soul should have been secretly left in the mortal city before?" She murmured to herself. "Oh, it's okay, the Grand Secretary is waiting for you there, but I don't know if the Grand Secretary has caught those sneaky guys behind you."

But she was not too worried. After all, Da Sikou was one of the few seventh-level sword cultivators in Wangque Continent. He had countless magical powers and secret techniques, not to mention the mysterious magical power of his natal flying sword, which was simply incredible.

For a seventh-level sword immortal like Da Sikou, every move he makes is closely watched by the world of cultivation. The name and magical powers of his natal flying sword have long been "exposed" and spread in certain specific circles.

The Da Sikou's natal flying sword is named Yi Ma. The Sanchilou of Tai'a Sword Pavilion gave it a grade rating of B or above and it possesses unique magical powers.

As far as Yi Qianyan knows, the willful horse can freely travel through other people's hearts and cut off their thoughts at will, or make it difficult for others to restrain their willful thoughts, causing thousands of thoughts to arise in their hearts. Moreover, the willful horse can carry a particle of its owner's mind, allowing it to spy on other people's hearts.

The use of this flying sword magical power is extremely mysterious. Just imagine, if you want to find out the enemy's secrets, you only need to wait until the enemy is unprepared and distracted, allowing him to have distracting thoughts, and then use the will to cut off those useless thoughts and only keep the one you need. In this way, the will can successfully steal the secrets in other people's hearts.

And if you are fighting with the enemy, using the intentional horse to detect the enemy's thoughts in advance, or to cut off the enemy's key thoughts, it is conceivable how great the impact will be on the dangerous battle situation where a slight mistake could lead to a huge loss.

This flying sword ability that can travel back and forth in other people's hearts, eavesdrop on their thoughts, and to a certain extent tamper with other people's ideas is simply incredible in Yi Qianyan's view. What surprises her is that for such a magical power, Sanchilou of Jiange only gave it a B-level evaluation, and it was not even rated A.

Yi Qianyan had some guesses. Perhaps the magical power of this natal flying sword had some limitations and restrictions, and might not be as exaggerated as it sounded.

But no matter what, a grade A or B natal flying sword is out of reach for Yi Qianyan. Even though she is a Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator who is considered to be very successful by others, the grade of one's natal flying sword is purely a matter of fate. Just like one's aptitude for cultivation, some people are born to be favored by heaven, leaving everyone far behind, while some people can only stand at the foot of the mountain forever. Not to mention catching up, they don't even have the qualifications to climb the mountain.

Most of the time in spiritual practice, innate talent is more important than acquired efforts!

Thinking of this, she remembered the young man from the Zhao family who was killed by this beast in this bloody incident.

Feels quite a pity.

She had seen that young man several times. Although she was not a law enforcement monk of the Sikou Mansion, and this time she came here just because she happened to be close to the Sikou and was called by the Great Sikou to help, she would still find a chance to take a look at the Jian Ge genius like the Great Sikou's closed disciple. After all, as long as they did not die young, such people who were focused on training by the sect would almost grow up to be the pillars of the Jian Ge and work with her in the future. So she got to know them in advance and gave them some "small things", maybe she could establish a good relationship with them.

The young man from the Zhao family was indeed very capable, having been among the top in several sect competitions, and he seemed to be hiding his abilities. It was said that he had two flying swords of his own, both of which were of high rank. As for how they were “high rank”, the Grand Secretary of Justice did not elaborate, but judging from his smiling expression, one of them was probably of Grade B.

However, a genius is called a genius precisely because he has not grown up. She has seen many geniuses who have died halfway like this. She can only remind herself to be extremely careful when training disciples in the future.

However, this Zhao family is indeed at the peak of their power in swordsmanship.

In addition to this fallen young man from the Zhao family, I heard that there was another girl from the Zhao family in the four Taiqing prefectures, who entered Xiaoyao Prefecture at the age of sixteen. Alas, I had to reach the Tianzhi realm before I followed the standard procedure to enter Xiaoyao Prefecture from Fuyao Prefecture. Those who could enter the prefecture early were all evildoers.

By the way, are all young people nowadays so fierce?

After a while, she seemed to have received some news, her brows relaxed, and she took out a dragon-imprisoning net from the Sumeru object and captured the corpse of the demon dragon into it.

Then, the "buyingao" on his head slid down, the sword flashed, and he disappeared in an instant.

Only a mess and a huge pit were left on the ground. It is conceivable that after a few heavy rains, this place will become a clear lake again.