After putting aside the past, Lin Yige went around the original site of Yupan Mountain.
Thousands of years have passed, and there are no mountains hanging over the sea of clouds. The bustling town where Xiufan lives at the foot of Yupan Mountain is now a vast and calm lake.
She didn't stay long and flew west to Qinyong County where Tianyan Sword Sect was located.
The day of the demon-slaying conference.
Qinyong City at the foot of Zhezhi Mountain is bustling with activity. Monks from all over the world, dressed in different costumes, gather here.
On the streets extending in all directions, there are familiar monks setting up stalls, selling all kinds of natural materials, earthly treasures and sect specialties.
With the invitation letter, Lin Yige entered the Tianyan Sword Sect's mountain gate and had a smooth journey.
However, from the moment she stepped into Zhezhi Mountain, a divine consciousness locked onto her.
Lin Yige noticed it, but didn't take it seriously.
This was normal. After all, the Guiyi Sect was an old enemy of the Tianyan Sword Sect, and she did not hide her identity.
In addition to the nine major sects, there are also many second- and third-rate forces invited to come.
The Tianyan Sword Sect wanted to take advantage of this situation to establish its power, attract more forces, and make good plans.
Lin Yige was not familiar with many of the monks present, so he spared the time to spend time chatting, so he walked around and secretly observed the formation restrictions at Zhezhi Mountain.
Zhezhi Mountain is located northeast of the gate of Tianyan Sword Sect. It is a towering rock mountain surrounded by water.
There is no grass growing on the mountain, with only criss-crossing sword marks covering every rock - this mountain is similar to the Yan Dao Platform of the Guiyi Sect, and is a place where disciples of the Tianyan Sword Sect resolve personal grievances.
The lake surrounding the mountain at the foot of Zhezhi Mountain is as calm as a mirror, like a piece of stagnant water.
Not long after, the crowd burst into noise.
Lin Yige retracted her mind and looked towards the bustle, but she saw a few familiar faces.
Guo Changfeng, the leader of the Tianyan Sword Sect, is in front, Xiong Youyou, the Supreme Elder, is on the left, Fang Yanzhi, the Supreme Elder of the Shenji Sect, is on the right, and Bei Quan, the leader of the Divine Sword Peak with the word "Excalibur" embroidered on his Taoist robe, is following. at last.
Four powerful men, guarding a cage covered with black cloth, came from the direction of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
Everyone's face was downcast, and there was no hint of joy.
Also, if you lose all three fairy swords, it will be difficult to laugh even if you are angry, right?
The four of them landed. The sect leader Guo Changfeng casually struck his sword, and the sword wind enveloped the entire Zhezhi Mountain.
Lin Yige was always on guard and narrowly avoided the sword wind.
Immediately afterwards, several exclamations were heard from the crowd. It seemed that they were guests with low cultivation levels, who were caught off guard and killed by the sword wind.
After the sword wind dissipated, a square and bucket-shaped altar appeared on Zhezhi Mountain.
In the middle of the altar stands a huge dragon-subduing tree.
A pale young man was pierced and entangled by chains and hung on the Dragon Subduing Tree. It was Lu Jiu.
Guo Changfeng said at this time: "Our Tianyan Sword Sect has been in existence for tens of thousands of years, and we have never had any enemies with the demon clan. I never thought that a few days ago, the demon cultivator Lu Jiu came to my sect to steal the sword! I invite you all to come today, is I would like to invite you all to witness the fate of this monster, so as to correct the trend in the world of immortality!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the elder of Wulu Mountain echoed: "It's hard to educate people who are not from my race, but the sect leader killed chickens to scare monkeys and frighten the demon clan. It's really extraordinary courage!"
The elders of Wulu Mountain said so, and the elders of other second- and third-rate forces even flattered him unscrupulously.
"Today this monster dares to go to the Tianyan Sword Sect to steal the sword. Tomorrow our sect's warehouse will be in danger! If you exceed the sect master, you have the heart of a Bodhisattva and the means of thunder!"
"That's right! We can't let those monsters who have achieved Mahayana practice do evil on our human race! They are more virtuous than the sect leader!"
"Lu Jiu deserved it! He was lucky to die in the hands of Sect Leader Guo!"
"Speaking of which, what kind of monster is Lu Jiu?"
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The corners of Guo Changfeng's mouth raised uncontrollably, and he caught a glimpse of the disdainful eyes of the young man on the Dragon Subduing Tree. Thinking of the two missing fairy swords, he couldn't help but twitch his cheeks.
Two immortal swords were lost during his tenure. It would be better if he did not ascend. If he ascends and meets the ancestors of the Tianyan Sword Sect, he will inevitably be held accountable.
Those who ascended from Tianyan Sword Sect
Our ancestors are not good at making mistakes. At least they need to shed a layer of skin!
The more Guo Changfeng thought about it, the more he hated it. He stared at Lu Jiu and said, "Today's demon slaying, the Tianyan Sword Sect invited the real person Fang Yanzhi of the Shenji Sect to take action. You all have a share in it!"
Everyone knows that the Mahayana demon cultivates flesh, blood, bones, skin, and after proper refining, it can be compared to the top-notch heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Therefore, as soon as Guo Changfeng finished speaking, a monk couldn't wait to shout: "I want a demon claw!"
"I want the monster skin!"
"I want the demon whip!"
"So someone told me, what kind of monster is Lu Jiu?"
…
When Guo Changfeng saw Lu Jiu yelling silently, he stretched out his hand with satisfaction, lowered his hand slightly, and said, "The one with the highest price will get it. Don't ruin your harmony for a mere monster."
After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation to Fang Yanzhi and said, "Brother Fang Dao, please!"
Fang Yanzhi nodded slightly and took out a set of strange-shaped tools, with as many as eighteen pieces, shining with a faint cold light.
Fang Yanzhi picked up a crescent-shaped knife and looked at Lu Jiu meaningfully.
Lu Jiu couldn't help it anymore and blinked hard in the direction of Lin Yige in the crowd.
Three of his dantians were pierced and entangled by chains. Not only could he not use his innate magical powers, he could hardly maintain his human form, let alone the sound transmission from his divine consciousness. It could be said that he had no power to fight back.
If the demon race hadn't been born with a strong physical body and he had eaten a lot of natural and earthly treasures, he would have been a wolf by now.
Lu Jiu's unusual behavior naturally could not escape Fang Yanzhi's eyes.
He turned to look at the crowd and immediately locked onto the female cultivator in the transformation stage who was wearing the robe of the Guiyi Sect.
When Lu Jiu was caught stealing the sword, he was also wearing the Taoist robe of the Guiyi Sect.
There is no such thing as a coincidence.
Fang Yanzhi was about to speak when he saw the female cultivator raised her eyes to face him and made eye contact.
The female cultivator did not dodge, smiled slightly, cupped her hands and said, "Master Fang, I want this demon from the Yiyi Sect. I want it alive and whole. I want to take it back and kill it myself."
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There was a moment of silence on Zhezhi Mountain.
Lu Jiubai's eyebrows knitted together, unsure of Lin Yige's idea.
Fang Yanzhi glanced at her again, confirming that she was only at the God Transformation stage, and said, "Junior, tell me your name!"
Lin Yige was neither humble nor arrogant, and calmly announced his name: "Seventh generation disciple of the Guiyi Sect, Lin Xisheng."
Fang Yanzhi paused for a moment, then turned to look at Guo Changfeng, only to see Changfeng shake his head.
He thought he had misremembered the name of the new generation of true disciples of the Guiyi sect, but it turned out that this disciple was really not any of the true disciples.
In other words, Lin Xisheng is just an ordinary disciple.
Since he is not a true disciple, there is nothing to worry about.
Fang Yanzhi's expression relaxed, and he said coldly: "What a big statement! The Guiyi Sect has been in decline for thousands of years, how can an ordinary disciple like you get so many spiritual stones?"
Lin Yige raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who said I have to exchange spiritual stones?"
"What nonsense are you talking about without the spirit stone?!"
Lin Yige pretended to be profound and said, "I know what you want to know."
