Chapter 119 Xie Chuyang's identity was guessed, the secret of Nan Jingyue Island...



Chapter 119 Xie Chuyang's identity was guessed, the secret of Nan Jingyue Island...

Who else could it be?

He is the famous Yunheng Sword Master in the world of cultivation.

Tuiwu raised her lips that were covered by the black mist, and she stood up, "Why, you only allow your cultivation world to disrupt our Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts, but you don't allow my ghost palace to come to your cultivation world to play?"

"Besides, I didn't kill anyone, so why should I be so outrageous?"

Tuiwu's voice was cold and calm, without any sign of panic or hesitation as he faced off against the Yunheng Sword Master.

Monk Gao Zhuang couldn't help but feel a bit strange when he heard the arrival of the newcomer. He had just been arguing with Xuan Yuntian's people, but now, he was secretly glad for Yun Heng's arrival.

The bone-chilling blade was still hanging on his neck, pressing tightly against his skin.

The subconscious hair stood on end.

"No one was killed?" Yun Heng smiled contemptuously, with murderous intent on his face.

"I didn't kill a human. Your definition of demons and monsters is that they kill each other and have no humanity at all. Then when I killed that person, I was filled with murderous anger and murderous intent. What a pure murderous look. Is there anything wrong with me killing him?"

Listening to the other party's words, Yun Heng was speechless.

Shiyun and Qiuzhu were watching from a distance, and saw that the defeated ghost king was still calm when facing Yunheng. It was obvious that Yunheng posed no threat to her.

Shi Yun couldn't help but suppress her suspicion. Could it be that this retreating ghost king really had nothing to do with Xie Tingyu?

If Xie Tingyu really had any connection with the Ghost King, Yunheng Sword Master should be able to see it.

Although Qiu Zhu had a blank expression on his face, the shock in his heart still took a long time to subside.

There was a natural sense of oppression in the words that the retreating ghost king said to him just now. She did not mean to make things difficult for him, but he was at the Wanghaichao realm in the world of cultivation, which was obviously not enough in front of the ninth level of the ghost clan.

"Ghost spells are still far from real ghost magic."

"Is it really not her?" Shiyun continued to speak, and Qiuzhu was silent again.

He's not sure either.

The ghost king Tuiwu only revealed a pair of purple-gold pupils. The surging ink made it impossible to see her face, and the wide black-gold python robe concealed her figure.

No one can tell what the real face is behind this disguise.

Yun Heng turned his head and shouted softly, "Come out."

Soon after the words fell, a red sword flashed, and a slender figure appeared on the sword.

"Master."

Now, Shiyun and Qiuzhu looked even more confused.

They both said in unison, "This..."

Xie Tingyu arrived at the right time, but in Yunheng's eyes, Xie Tingyu had been squatting here for a long time.

"How long have you been there?"

"I can't say for sure. Maybe it started when Senior Sister Shiyun came?" Xie Tingyu smiled awkwardly and at the same time retracted his neck. Yun Heng waved his hand and patted Xie Tingyu on the back of the head.

His voice was a little serious, his brows furrowed, "I told you to be careful when you go out, and you are so careful? How dare you follow me in such a situation?"

Yunheng rarely showed anger like this in front of outsiders.

The purple-gold eyes of the retreating ghost king not far away seemed to be flashing with a smile, "Luckily you met me, if other ghost kings came here, everyone present would have to leave their lives behind."

"But it doesn't matter. I will lead your souls into the underworld and won't let you wander around alone and helpless."

The sound of retreat is light and cold, and can echo very far.

Xie Tingyu took a deep breath, grabbed Yunheng's arm, and huddled his whole body behind Yunheng, leaving only a piece of his clothes, "Master, I was wrong. Master, I'm scared."

Yun Heng rolled his eyes visibly, and immediately looked at the Retreating Ghost King.

"It seems that you have done your job now. I won't argue with you. As long as you leave now, I can pretend that I never saw anything."

"Really? Thank you for letting me go." Tuiwu retracted the silk threads hidden around him. A crisp sound burst out from Yunheng's side. The silk threads that had been arranged beside him at any time suddenly pierced through the air.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yunheng's eyes.

Xie Tingyu's eyes rolled around, and at certain moments his eyeballs froze for a moment, and the fingers holding Yun Heng unconsciously clenched a little tighter.

Yun Heng's attention was on Tui Wu and she didn't notice anything unusual about Xie Tingyu.

The retreating figure gradually became illusory.

The blood-red threads intertwined together and quickly wrapped around the retreating figure.

The threads tighten and burst.

The hilt made of the golden python was eye-catching. The golden python was vivid and lively. Finally, it suddenly jumped out, flew in front of Yunheng, and then coiled around the hilt again.

Xie Tingyu just popped her head out, and Tui Wu glanced at her indifferently without much emotion. The golden python stuck out its tongue and looked straight at her with a pair of ruby-like eyes.

The retreating figure disappeared from the spot, the dark color surged in the sky, and returned to peace. The last sound was blown away by the wind. "Sometimes you have to be careful. This worn-out trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain can still be used."

"Please remember my words and be careful and cautious. Do you understand me?"

Yun Heng raised her hand and patted Xie Tingyu's head. Her movements were gentle, but she emphasized the last few words and used a little more force with her fingers.

Having his head grabbed, Xie Tingyu nodded quickly.

Only after the retreating ghost king disappeared did the tall and strong monk slowly stand up straight.

His eyes were wandering, revealing his inner unrest.

He was so frightened by Tuiwu's behavior that he still couldn't get over it even after Tuiwu left.

Without waiting for Yun Heng to speak, the tall and strong monk hugged the wound left by his arm cut by the silk thread, turned around, and flew up without saying a word.

Looking at the direction he was heading, it was exactly where the Beiming Yun Palace was.

He actually chose not to go to the closer Southern Region, but instead returned to Beiming Cloud Palace.

Yun Heng was about to take Xie Tingyu back to the flying boat when they heard several flying sounds ahead.

Xie Tingyu turned around and saw several people wearing blue soft armor coming towards him with swords.

"Master Yunheng Sword, please stay."

Yun Heng looked back coldly and said sarcastically, "Everyone is dead. Did the Southern Region send anyone here?"

"Please forgive us, Master Yunheng. When we heard the message, we were still in Nanjingyue Island, which is very far away from here. We are really powerless. Is Master Yunheng injured?"

He was also speaking without thinking, and just as he finished speaking, someone behind him pulled his sleeve.

The disciple just realized that it was not possible for Yunheng Sword Master to be injured so easily. Even if he was injured, it was not their turn to save him. He immediately felt ashamed.

Sigh and shake your head in shame.

Several disciples wearing soft armor bowed and saluted. "I dare not lie. I am really sorry. Master sent us here to mediate the dispute between Beimingyun Palace and Xuanyuntian. Unexpectedly, a retreating ghost king appeared in the middle of the journey. In the end, we didn't catch up with anything."

"That's good to know." Yun Heng snorted coldly.

Xie Tingyu walked over and whispered, "Master, it's useless even if they come. The opponent is at the level of Ghost King."

"What's the level? Realm?" Yun Heng's focus shifted, and after listening to Yu Wu Yu's words for a moment, he smiled and said "Yeah."

Shiyun and Qiuzhu both hurried back to the flying boat first. After all, there were more than fifty disciples attending the meeting there, and if they stayed too long, something might go wrong.

There will definitely be no problem if Xie Tingyu is personally taken care of by Yun Heng.

Most of these disciples from the Southern Region were born in large sects like Nanjingyue Island. Nanjingyue Island is different from other sects in that it has aristocratic families that have been passed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, there is also the concept of family.

But in general, every individual and every family must put the sect first and must not harm the sect's interests for their own selfish desires.

This is the setting written in the novel when Xie Tingyu was reading it, and I don’t know if it is like this in reality.

After all, this time travel thing seems a bit fake.

Who dares to believe that this world is a novel?

"Who is your master?"

"My name is Chen Zheng, and I am a disciple of Venerable Shan Shui. I am her second disciple. These two are my third and fourth junior brothers. The others are fellow Taoists gathered from various sects in the Southern Region."

The leading disciple was the first to answer. Indeed, it could be seen from the very beginning that his position should be the leader among these people.

"So she is Shan Yunying's apprentice. Has she entered the middle stage of the Tribulation?"

"Looking at your appearance, you must have entered."

Yun Heng asked a few questions, and before Chen Zheng could answer, she started talking to herself and turned around, pulling Xie Tingyu away.

These youngsters did not dare to look at Yun Heng's expression. They only felt that the legendary Yun Heng Sword Master was indeed worthy of his reputation. Standing there, he looked like a sharp sword, radiating a sharp edge that made people dare not look directly at him.

"Brother, where should we go now? Follow Xuan Yuntian's people back to the Southern Region?" A disciple came up, and their eyes were all looking at the backs of Yun Heng and Xie Tingyu. No one in the cultivation world dared to touch these two masters and disciples.

Xuan Yuntian's position is also difficult to shake.

Bei Ming Yun Palace will definitely not get any good results if they meet Xuan Yuntian. It is really too confusing. Even he can see the truth. Why do those powerful people in Bei Ming Yun Palace insist on competing with Xuan Yuntian?

Chen Zheng didn't understand and shook his head, "Besides Xuan Yuntian, is there any safer way for us to go back?"

Hearing this, the disciple who first asked the question hesitated for a moment, "Is what Master said true?"

"Do you dare to doubt Master's deduction? We have narrowly escaped death this time. We have finally survived and come here. We must not lose this glimmer of hope."

When Chen Zheng said this, he started to rush forward. Several disciples quickly stretched out their hands, but only touched a corner of Chen Zheng's clothes.

"Where are you going, brother? How are you going?"

"What else can I do? Go and lick your face." Chen Zheng's face was cold and hard. As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted his cheeks on the flying sword, trying hard to force a smile, which looked particularly twisted and weird.

Xie Tingyu was almost grabbed by Yun Heng's collar from behind, but Yun Heng showed no mercy and threw her down.

Xie Tingyu's body swayed unsteadily in place, and a long gun flew out from the side. The flame swept across his face, hot and dangerous. Xie Tingyu quickly raised his head.

Cheng Yan snorted coldly, "Do you dare to leave me alone to take risks? You are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of fire?"

Unexpectedly, Yun Heng, who had a stiff expression just now, walked over in two steps, raised his hand to brush off the flame attached to the Flame Gun, and all the arrogance of the Flame Gun was extinguished in an instant.

Cheng Yan was caught off guard:?

Xie Tingyu was caught off guard and his head was wiped again:?

"You were like this at the beginning... then..." Yun Heng hesitated, and finally only a faint voice reached Xie Tingyu's eardrum, "Xie Chuyang, it's you."


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