sinovels Chapter 400 Lifting the Pot and Cutting the Strange, Youyuan Sword Tomb (4000 words)
Chapter 400 Lifting the Pot and Cutting the Strange, Youyuan Sword Tomb (4000 words)
Chapter 400 Lifting the Pot and Cutting the Strange, Youyuan Sword Tomb (4000 words)
The old man's clothes are thin, his eyes are bleary, and he is holding a jug in his hand. He is standing unsteadily in the clouds, as if he will step into the air and fall at any moment.
His figure is so small in front of the cunning blood cloud, but the whole cunning blood cloud screams shrillly because of his existence...
I saw the treacherous blood cloud at this moment, roaring, turning into a terrifying bloody spiral, rushing into the mouth of the jug in the old man's hand in the shape of a funnel.
"Hi~" The old man hiccupped, plucked his ears with his little finger, and then gently popped out the earwax embedded in his nails, glanced at the tricky blood cloud with dim drunken eyes, and cursed, "What are you talking about? !"
In an instant, the wind and the cloud met, and a drunken god with a wine jar in his arms quietly emerged from behind him.
The drunken god grasped it casually, as if it melted the whole world into its palm, and the boundless cunning blood cloud was continuously compressed, and finally fell into the flagon.
The old man twisted it casually, put the lid on the pot, shook the wine pot lightly, listened to it again and again, and then said with a smile: "There is a big universe in the sleeve, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot~ oh oh oh oh... "
After finishing speaking, he raised the jug high, and the mouth of the jug was slightly tilted, and a wisp of wine fell down like silk and entered his mouth.
After he finished drinking, he smacked his lips, looked down at the group of juniors who were described as almost dull, and shook his head with a smile: "The living are born, idiots, don't stick around anymore, let's find opportunities! "
As if struck by lightning, the Taoist immortals below quickly came to their senses, bowed deeply to the old man in the sky, and shouted with full respect: "Thank you, senior, for carrying the pot!"
The old man stepped on the void, walked unsteadily, and disappeared into the sky in a few steps.
……
Not long after Zhou Xuan left the Forest of Steles in the Qian Palace, the script space where Jin Chan was located was suddenly torn apart by a mysterious force from the outside.
Jin Chan, who was half leaning on the copper coin, suddenly opened his eyes vigilantly, and an unprecedented cold breath erupted from those dark golden cross pupils.
It stared at the gap that looked like an eye on the outer wall of the seal script space, and stared at the figure slowly coming in from the gap.
"Long time no see, Jin Chan." The visitor looked down at Jin Chan with a playful and cold smile on his lips.
Jin Chan's tone was deep, and he subconsciously exerted force while pressing the webbed palm of the copper coin: "Mr. Gui... you have gathered the power of a cloud! It seems that the Youyuan Sword Tomb has fallen..."
The visitor wore a Hunyuan scarf and a blood-colored Taoist robe, with a refined face but evil eyes, just like the Taoist who was obliterated by Zhou Xuan.
And when he appeared here, the origin of the tricky way that was sealed at the other end of the seal script space was induced, and a violent storm was set off on the spot, beating the inner wall of the seal script space like a violent storm, wishing to tear it apart, and This Taoist is one.
There is no doubt that this is the Taoist personified by another cunning blood cloud.
But judging from Jin Chan's expression, it seemed that things were far more than that simple.
The Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Jinchan, you have guarded my origin for countless years, it's time to step down."
Jin Chan sneered: "How dare you shout in front of me with the power of a mere cloud? Get lost!"
With a flick of its webbed palm, the Great Star Swallowing Technique erupted, and a terrifying air machine was crushed out, blasting the figure of the Taoist into ashes on the spot.
However, at the next moment, the already annihilated Taoist emerged from nothing as if time had flown back, and then returned to his original state.
"Returning from the original source?" Jin Chan's pupils shrank, and he asked immediately, "Is this why you dare to come to me?"
Qianyuan Guijun asked back with a smile: "'True spirit never dies', isn't it qualified enough to negotiate with you?"
"Ridiculous!" Jin Chan sneered again and again, "Deceitful evils, death and life are not as good as reincarnation, they are rebels against the way of heaven, and I am a holy beast of humanity, and I have no time to kill tricks, how can I negotiate with you?"
"roll!"
With a low growl, the space of the script scripts vibrated slightly, and behind the golden toad, the dharma shadow of another golden toad appeared.
"Jin Chan, the way of heaven has been lost, and the deceitful way should be established! Wouldn't it be beautiful if you worshiped me and entered the deceitful way to become a holy beast protecting the way?" Qianyuan Guijun's voice came intermittently from outside the seal script space , "My return is already a foregone conclusion. While you still have the opportunity to make a decision, send me my origin as a vote, and I will give you a chance!"
Qianyuan Guijun waited for three breaths, seeing the dead silence in front of him, he shook his head helplessly.
It's just that there was a gloomy light in his eyes, which was as oppressive as the sky before the storm.
……
Under Zhou Xuan and Wuhen's rapid travel all the way, within just a cup of tea, they came to the border of the Forbidden Land Youyuan Sword Tomb.
Compared with the majestic ancient steles one after another in the Qiangong Stele Forest, the environment in this Youyuan Sword Tomb can be described as scribbled and withered.
The so-called Youyuan Sword Tomb is actually a messy wilderness, only withered vines and old trees echoing the broken walls, standing on this piece of dark scorched earth, I don’t know the passage of time, and there are no court songs and night dances.
Countless broken weapons were stuck in the scorched earth, and the broken banners were still swaying in the wind and buzzing.
Tiansha Fengshui turned into crows and blackbirds and landed on the old tree, looking around vigilantly and expectantly, as if a creature would be buried here at any moment.
The entire Youyuan Sword Tomb, from Zhou Xuan's perspective, often looks like a wild sky and low trees, but it doesn't have the slightest graceful atmosphere, instead it is depressing and almost suffocating.
The sky above the Youyuan Sword Tomb was very low, and the clouds were dense and thick, so that the light that was not much at first became more breathy, and the space between the sky and the earth was gloomy and gloomy, and even the wind seemed to be black.
Zhou Xuan looked at it from a distance, secretly surprised in his heart, and said in doubt: "This Youyuan Sword Tomb is full of surly evil spirit and extreme yin power. The origin of the deceitful way is sealed here, isn't it afraid that it will backfire?"
Liao Wuhen said: "As you can see... the Tomb of Youyuan Sword is actually not a tomb of swords, but a tomb of living beings."
"Here are buried the creatures who once fought against evil together with Daoist Qianyuan. After they died, Daoist Qianyuan collected their magic weapons into the Dao world..."
"When the Qianyuan Dao Realm collapsed, the general situation of the world in this wilderness changed."
"The indestructible will contained in the magic weapon and the obsession of the soldier master have been continuously magnified after being baptized by Feng Shui, and coupled with the influence of deceitful aura, it has gradually become what you see now."
While talking, the two gradually crossed the border and entered the Youyuan Sword Tomb.
At the moment of transmigrating in, both Liao Wuhen and Zai Zhou Xuan flashed a look of surprise on their faces.
"Not good! The cunning blood cloud here has been broken!"
The two looked at each other and immediately understood.
"Directly see the evils here with the air of heaven, don't let go of any clues!" After Liao Wuhen said, he directly flew into the sky with his sword, and when he opened and closed his eyes, it seemed that swords flashed in his eyes. Like a shooting star piercing the night sky, it is bright and gorgeous.
"Okay!" Zhou Xuan nodded, with a thought in his mind, the divine consciousness poured out overwhelmingly, borrowing the power of the five earth profound energy to combine with the earth vein dragon energy, and penetrated into the entire Youyuan Sword Tomb.
Sweeping away with his consciousness, he unintentionally swiped past the buried magic weapon, Zhou Xuan's mind was slightly in a trance, and images from ancient times seemed to flash in his mind.
During those years, there were human monks holding double battle axes, fighting demons in blood, fighting until the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, draining the last drop of blood...
There is a demon clan who forges his own life feather into a magic weapon, puts the true spirit into the oven, and casts the supreme soldier soul, and finally uses the wisp of obsession he left behind during his lifetime as a guide, killing ghosts and howling wolves, deceitful and terrified!
There are also ethnic monks in groups of three or four, playing chime bells with drumsticks in their hands, beating chimes with jade hairpins in their hands, pipas in their arms, or guqin in their arms...
They played the Jiuxuan Tianyin, evolved the ancient imperial city, and fought against the general trend of deceit until they coughed up blood from their hearts and spattered blood from their fingertips... until the chime bells were broken, and the chime strings were cut off... until the body and spirit disappeared, ethereal. The sound of heaven still reverberates between nine heavens and ten earths, and the ancient imperial city still stands majestically!
Countless images flashed through his mind like flashbacks. The fire in his body was burning, and the human origin energy was continuously rising, naturalizing in the broken human king's seal, filling up the gaps in the human king's seal bit by bit. cracks.
Suddenly, he sensed a familiar aura.
"Huh?" His eyes narrowed, and his figure disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he landed on a certain bulging mound.
The weapon here had disappeared, but he knew what had disappeared.
The magic weapon buried here should be the bone sword obtained by Xia Guying, and this familiar aura originated from Xia Guying.
But in this vicinity, there is still another aura, this aura is also not unfamiliar to him, it is the Qian'e that he has seen in the prince's palace.
However, looking all over the Youyuan Sword Tomb, Qian'e was nowhere to be seen.
Not only that, in the Youyuan Sword Tomb, apart from him and Wuhen, there are no other Xinghai Xuanmen monks.
After some exploration, the two met.
Liao Wuhen pondered and said: "The sacrificial matrix here has disappeared, but the skeletons of five cunning demon species were left at the scene, and the cunning blood cloud must have escaped after breaking the seal."
"Since a thorough investigation is fruitless, we might as well go to the Zangxing Palace first." Zhou Xuan suggested.
The three forbidden places in the first ring area were originally all included in the suppression plan of Wuhen and Taoist Tihu, but there are three forbidden places, but there are only two people. With no skills, we have to decide whoever ends first will go to Youyuan Jianzhong, but I didn't expect it to be too late.
And the deceitful blood cloud here is exactly the part obtained by Qianyuan deceitful monarch.
"Okay, let's go to Zangxing Palace and meet the old man with the pot!" Liao Wuhen said decisively.
As long as Zhou Xuan can get the third key in the Zangxing Palace, he will have the ability to completely eliminate the ghost corpses and the source of the tricks in Qianyuan Upper Realm, which is a good thing for everyone.
So the two left Youyuan Sword Tomb together, and rushed to Zangxing Palace.
On the way, when Zhou Xuan passed by Youyuan Sword Tomb, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Brother, let me ask a digression."
Liao Wuhen said: "You say."
Zhou Xuan then said: "That's right, I suddenly thought, since you are a sword cultivator, have you ever practiced 'refining' methods earlier?"
Liao Wuhen was surprised, then shook his head and smiled, "Jianxiu's sword is forged from the essence of heaven and earth, not from the method of refining weapons."
"As the saying goes, when a person refines his breath, he conceives a sword."
"Sword cultivator, only when he first started, he would use the flying sword bestowed by the elders. Once he mastered the flying sword, he would no longer stick to the outer sword."
"The sword of the sword repairer is conceived in the dantian during the alchemy period, and conceived in the sea of consciousness during the Yuanying period, and then merges with the soul, and transforms into the true spirit after becoming a fairy."
"In all stages, there is no need to use the refining technique."
Zhou Xuan was immediately disappointed.
Liao Wuhen asked: "However, I do have some crude weapon refining methods here. If you are just practicing for fun, you can take a look."
Zhou Xuan's eyes lit up: "Brother Liao, if you don't mind, you might as well take it out and let me have a look at it on the way."
Wuhen was puzzled; "You want this?"
Zhou Xuan said with a smile: "I will refine a token."
He thought that he had agreed with Panda that he would be given a proof of the Immortal Mansion after the "assessment". Originally, this matter had been put on hold by him, but now that he saw the various magic weapons in Youyuan Sword Tomb, it sounded like this thing.
"Token?" Liao Wuhen muttered.
Zhou Xuan smiled helplessly and said: "Brother, you know that I am the only one in the Immortal Mansion, but outsiders don't know, I will refine some tokens, and wear them when changing identities in the future, so as to fool people."
Hearing Wuhen's words, he burst into laughter suddenly: "So that's how it is!"
After finishing speaking, he casually erased a heavy book and a few pieces of jade slips, and handed them to Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan thanked him, took it, and looked at it.
Some classics, with his current spirit strength, naturally he can master most of them in just a few breaths of effort, and the rest are relatively advanced, and he can't fully understand them before practicing them himself. part of something.
Moreover, he was simply refining an identity token, so why did he need to use so many sophisticated and gaudy refining skills?
He handed it back to Wuhen, but Wuhen waved his hand and said, "I'll give it to you. To me, the value of these things is not even as good as a jug of wine."
Zhou Xuan was stunned for a moment, and seeing Wuhen's insistence, he understood that Wuhen's saying not to use it was just an excuse, but he actually wanted to give these classics to him—after all, when he was in Wuhen's position, even if it was a random collection, The quality will not be too bad.
"Okay, then I'll treat you to a drink when you're out of the upper realm of Qianyuan." Liao Wuhen was so frank, how could Zhou Xuan just put away the classics and jade slips.
"That's a good thing!" Liao Wuhen smiled, "By the way, after refining it, remember to leave one for me and the old man carrying the pot."
"Huh?" Zhou Xuan asked, "You want it too? Aren't you a casual cultivator?"
Liao Wuhen laughed, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Who said I'm a casual cultivator? From now on, I'm Wuhen from the Immortal Mansion!"
(End of this chapter)