Although it was later found out that the Zhishen Valley Massacre was planned by Qin Ran, this could clear most of the sects that intended to cause trouble before the Zhishen Valley Massacre, but there were a few sects that could not be cleared no matter what.
These are the four sects that appeared at the beginning!
Be it greed, stupidity, or ambition, as a mature sect, they all need to pay for the choices they make.
Tianchen Sword Sect, this powerful sword sect, is determined to become the number one sword sect in the Immortal Ruins Land.
Originally, in this war of annihilation initiated by Zhisheng Valley, with their strength, they could have been the last to share the cake and take the spoils.
But now, not only have they lost the qualification to share the cake, they also need to serve as the death squad... to make amends for their crimes.
They have to put in the most effort, have the most deaths, and get the least money.
Yu Qingshan, the top genius of the Tianchen Sword Sect, needs to take action immediately and break the formation with his own body.
He led ten Jindan monks into the Thunder Gate and the formation space. Amid the roar of thunder and the thunder, he saw a gorgeous woman with a majestic and arrogant temperament.
She looked familiar to him.
However, he couldn't remember where he had seen her. If he had really seen such a woman, he would not be unable to remember.
"Have we met somewhere before?" he asked loudly.
The woman in the forest opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes were cold and without any emotion.
Those eyes, those merciless eyes...
Yu Qingshan suddenly realized that he had a sudden memory of the four men in black who tried to kill their Tianchen Sword Sect on that dark and moonless night.
"Those who hunted down small sects in the Hengduan Mountains are indeed from your Daojian Sect." He added.
It was a dark and windy night. Apart from feeling strange about the inexplicable fight, he only remembered that pair of ruthless beautiful eyes.
Tian Wenjin neither confirmed nor denied it.
She didn't say anything, but stretched out her hand to hold the Yu Lei Sword in front of her. There was a "hissing" sound of lightning around the Yu Lei Sword, as if answering him.
Yu Qingshan stretched out his hand and his natal sword appeared in his hand. He continued to ask: "Who was the person who fought with me that night?"
After that strange battle, he thought about it over and over again, and always felt that there was something wrong with the fight that night. That man's swordsmanship was too strange.
Hearing his question, although Tian Wenjin was still very cold and ruthless, she still looked at him strangely.
It seems that you are not so stupid that you can react.
"Let him fight me again..." Yu Qingshan looked at Tian Wenjin and said seriously, "Your strength is too low, I don't want to bully you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder in the thunder space here began to move and moved towards Tian Wenjin over there.
A bolt of lightning came and struck Tian Wenjin. She endured it and absorbed it, becoming stronger.
She held the Thunder Sword in one hand and clenched the other into a fist to endure. Thunderbolts struck down from the sky, and she absorbed them one by one, increasing her strength bit by bit.
Her momentum was rising little by little, and she was slowly becoming more and more violent.
"Kill me and you can see him," she said aloud.
Yu Qingshan watched Tian Wenjin absorb the thunder and raised his sword. The hot sword energy on the sword was inhaling and exhaling, but he did not make a move and waited quietly.
"Senior, why don't you take action?"
Someone behind him watched Tian Wenjin's strength grow stronger as he absorbed the thunder, and couldn't help but worry, so he urged him on.
"No hurry..." Yu Qingshan replied, "There's no point in fighting against someone who is too weak. Sword cultivators like to challenge the strong and disdain to bully the weak. If you don't have a heart that is not afraid of the enemy's strength, then you don't deserve to be a sword cultivator."
"But..." someone reminded him, "This is a battlefield now."
"Battlefield?" Yu Qingshan shook his head and said affirmatively, "Field of interests!"
He looked at the cold and beautiful Tian Wenjin, "Where in this world is not a place of interests? Everything is bustling with interests. But even in such a world, sword cultivation is still the most popular path. Because from the very beginning, no one wants their every word and action to be about interests, and every thought and idea is about calculation. At the beginning, who doesn't want to rule the world with a sword?
“Sword cultivation is a person’s original aspiration.
"I respect every true swordsman."
...The Tianchen Sword Sect can't get any benefits, so why don't you let me fight comfortably?
Although he disagreed with his point of view, no one spoke out to refute it.
The group of eleven people were waiting there, waiting for Tian Wenjin to absorb the power of the thunder space here.
Tian Wenjin's foundation was still somewhat inferior to Li Shiyin's. In addition, thunder was the most violent force and extremely difficult to control, so it was extremely difficult for her to absorb the thunder power that was beyond her realm.
As she absorbed it, blue lightning leaked out uncontrollably, crackling around her.
The lightning bolts were absorbed by her one by one, and the space that was once filled with leaden clouds was reduced to nothing but dark clouds. One by one, the Daojian Sect disciples also emerged from the clouds.
When the thunder was completely absorbed by her, "buzz", a strong wind was stirred up by a powerful force and blew around her. The wind blew wildly, blowing up her long black hair like a waterfall, and making her robe flutter and crackle.
She held the Thunder Sword horizontally, and thunder and strong winds blew!
She is Thunder! She is the God and the Devil!
Tian Wenjin's state of mind had long been overwhelmed by the violent force. She looked at Yu Qingshan with red eyes, but did not take action immediately.
Yu Qingshan gave her time to absorb the power, and she should also give Yu Qingshan due respect, even though she could barely control herself.
"very good!"
Seeing this, Yu Qingshan laughed loudly, picked up his sword, flew into the sky, and rushed straight towards Tian Wenjin.
The martial arts he practiced was the Nine Yang Sky-Splitting Sword Technique. He had fire spiritual roots and practiced the sword art.
The sun, swordsmanship, domineering, hot, frenzied, and sharp!
When he used his sword skills, he was like a scorching sun, and every ray of light he emitted was sword energy!
If he is the sun across the sky, Tian Wenjin is the thunder that can tear the heaven and earth apart.
Thunder, swordsmanship! She is extremely violent, and her moves are extremely powerful!
Once they collide, it will be a collision between the sun and the thunder.
The sound was extremely terrifying, and the entire space was filled with a deafening rumbling sound, as if people were stuffed into the thunder.
The Daojian Sect members hurriedly moved away from them, and when they came to the ground and looked up into the sky, they saw a ball of blue lightning and a ball of golden flame constantly colliding in the sky. Their speed was extremely fast, and they changed positions several times in an instant.
Every time they collided, thunder and flames would splash out.
The blue lightning and red flames fell from the sky, and suddenly dispersed. What dispersed was the sword energy, which suddenly spread out in all directions. The blue and red sword energy spread out like flowers in full bloom.
Amid the rolling dark clouds, blue and red sword energy spread out as brilliantly as fireworks.
So this battle, with huge roars and brilliant colors, was like fireworks.
Beautiful, romantic, sharp, dangerous.
Everyone watching the fireworks must be careful not to get hurt by the splashing sword energy.
Because of the existence of the sword intent, the scattered sword energy did not disappear when it fell to the ground. Some cultivators were curious and went over to touch it.
The blue sword energy is sharp and cold, while the red sword energy is sharp and hot. If you encounter the blue sword energy, your magic power will be frozen; if you encounter the red sword energy, your body will be burned.
The rumbling sound of battle made people's heads numb and made them forget the passage of time.
I don’t know how long it took, but at some point the roar suddenly disappeared and the whole world became suddenly quiet, leaving people stunned for a moment.
"Is it over?"
The monks on both sides belatedly thought about this question and then looked up at the sky.
There were still dark clouds in the sky, but there was no thunder.
Under the thick dark clouds, a man and a woman stood face to face. They had just finished fighting and were motionless.
There was red sword energy lingering around the man, he was full of energy, holding a sword wrapped in flames;
At first, the woman's body was covered with uncontrollable thunder, but now it has subsided, and only her natal sword is still wrapped with blue thunder. Her long hair is loose, her clothes are a little damaged in the battle, and her body has many scars. However, she looks better now than at the beginning.
"Fellow Daoist, you lose." Yu Qingshan laughed out loud.
His voice was hoarse.
He didn't look much better than Tian Wenjin. His clothes were singed by lightning, and his body and face were covered with sword and lightning wounds.
Tian Wenjin nodded, she had indeed lost.
She took out a blue coat from her Qiankun bag and put it on, then took out the scabbard and slowly inserted the Yu Lei Sword into it.
She put the sword on her back, turned around and landed on the ground, saying to the Daojianmen monks, "Retreat!"
He took the lead and walked forward, into the depths of the rolling dark clouds.
Seeing this, a Jindan cultivator hurriedly flew behind Yu Qingshan and asked, "Senior, why don't you kill them?"
Yu Qingshan didn't say anything.
The Jindan cultivator realized that something was wrong and reached out to push Yu Qingshan. As soon as his hand touched Yu Qingshan, "pop", he was struck away by the remaining lightning.
Yu Qingshan was able to move only after the lightning on his body was absorbed. He uttered a "wow" and spat out a large mouthful of blood. Then, the flames on his natal sword disappeared and cracks appeared on it.
He dropped to his knees in the air.
Another Jindan cultivator came to support him and found that his face was as pale as gold foil.
Yu Qingshan won, but his victory was not easy and he was also seriously injured.
This battle actually resulted in losses for both sides.
Tian Wenjin was also seriously injured.
She walked out of the formation, and without any extra energy to fly, she fell straight to the ground with a thump.
She carried a sword on her back and staggered forward. After a few steps, she suddenly found someone waiting for her.
Daojianmen, who else will wait for her?
Li Shiyin? Is Shiyin's story over as well?
She looked up and found that it was not Li Shiyin, but a man.
A man with a gentle temperament and a warm smile.
A man who is very familiar to her and yet very strange to her.
Huang Feiyu.
Huang Feiyu changed from fire form back to human form in Lingnan Immortal Sect. After receiving the sect crisis order from Daojian Sect, he rushed back to provide support.
Tian Wenjin looked at Huang Feiyu expressionlessly, without any change in his facial expression. His eyes were ruthless, just like he was looking at an ordinary person.
She continued to walk slowly forward, bypassing Huang Feiyu, as if she had met a stranger blocking her way.
"Wen Jin?!" Huang Feiyu called softly.
"What's the important matter, fellow Taoist?" Tian Wenjin asked, pausing.
"You are injured." Huang Feiyu stepped forward, took out the best elixir he got from Lingnan Xianzong, and handed it to Tian Wenjin from behind, "This is Xuying Pill, a fifth-grade elixir that can heal injuries."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist." Tian Wenjin thanked him but did not take it and continued walking forward.
"Wenjin!" Huang Feiyu called again.
"What else do you have to say, fellow Daoist?"
"You..." Huang Feiyu asked again, "Do you still hate me?"
"I am happy for you to see that you have recovered your original form, gained new opportunities, and have achieved profound cultivation and a promising future." Tian Wenjin's voice was flat.
She practices the ruthless sword skill and does not feel hatred or happiness.
"Then why are you like this?" Huang Feiyu asked. He took out another jade slip and handed it to Tian Wenjin. "This is the True Art of Purifying the Heart and Controlling Thunder, a technique for the Spiritualization Stage. It is very suitable for you."
Tian Wenjin shook his head and asked, "Why do you want to do this? I don't have any treasures of equal value on me, so I can't afford to exchange them for the fifth-grade elixir and the Divine Transformation Technique. I'm sorry, fellow Taoist."
She said, and continued to stagger forward.
Huang Feiyu looked at Tian Wenjin's seriously injured and swaying back, and slowly clenched his teeth.
Is there anything wrong with a monk going to a better place for the purpose of practice, for resources, and to obtain better resources?
After he got the resources, he came back to help his fellow disciples who had helped him. Isn't this repaying a favor? Isn't he very kind?
Why did Tian Wenjin treat him like this?
Does Daojianmen have fifth-grade elixirs and incarnation skills? Are there any in the Immortal Relics Land?
Why do you have to gamble on a whim? Why do you act on emotion? How can you achieve success this way?!
"Wenjin!!!" he shouted again.
Tian Wenjin ignored him and continued to stagger forward.
She had taken a few steps when Liu Baiyun flew out from the sect, supported her, and flew her into Jianfeng on his sword.
Liu Baiyun didn't even look at Huang Feiyu from beginning to end.
Ten Jindan cultivators who came out of the formation flew over Huang Feiyu from the sky, glanced at him, and said nothing.
They all knew him.
Is it true that this dark world of cultivation is only about interests but no emotions or morals?
Huang Feiyu stood in front of the gate of Daojianmen Mountain with a fifth-grade elixir in his left hand and a magic technique for transforming spirits in his right hand, unable to figure it out.
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