Miss Yushang couldn't object to her third aunt's words. After all, it was to appease everyone's injustice.
"It turns out that there are still five high-level Lingwu Lords. No wonder you are so tough. You are still in a paradise land, but if you don't enter the holy realm, you are just a slightly bigger ant." What Ji Yunjiao said was just right. Yun Quan and others who were rushed heard it.
"Why do you think you, the old dragon, can really beat me? Even with the five of them here, even if you can command all the spiritual beasts, they can kill them all." The old man He took a sip of wine and said nonchalantly: "Besides, the people I save also depend on whether you have the ability to snatch them away in my hands."
"Well, considering how powerful you are, it's best not to let him go out of the mountain. I hope you can always stay by his side." After the old Jiao Ji Yunjiao spoke, she left without looking back.
Yunquan, who was in the mountain formation, knew that Lao Jiao would never give up so easily. He would probably bring Tianshui Sect with him, so that he would have two Lingwu Saints who could completely crush his opponents.
After the old man entered the Formation Peak, Yunquan told him about this. He couldn't harm everyone, so he had to leave here.
The old man also frowned after hearing this. If this is the case, it is indeed as Yunquan said. Leaving Yunquan behind will definitely bring disaster to everyone.
Yun Quan resolutely left, so the old man had to agree to him and teach him a set of techniques called Mist Sword Slash when he left. This technique required him to comprehend it on his own. After all, the level he could reach depended on each person's comprehension ability.
To practice mist sword slashing, you must use mist swords. The mist itself is filled with countless water spiritual powers, which can be said to be inexhaustible in northern Xuanwu.
In addition, as a cultivator's soul power becomes more and more powerful, he will naturally be able to control larger amounts of fog for his own use, and the more fog swords he will transform into.
But now the old man personally showed his hand in front of Yunquan, and the mist moved by the sword finger turned into a sword, and with one finger, ten thousand mist swords were slashed out like the sky was shattering and the earth was cracking.
The fog dissipated within a hundred miles, and a huge pit appeared on the ground, which was exactly the same as the dissipated fog. This shows that the power of this move is beyond imagination.
Yunquan had to sigh that the Lingwu Saint was so powerful that he could move hundreds of miles to flat ground with a wave of his hand and could easily kill him.
After leaving the formation peak this time, if the old dragon wanted to kill him, it would be really a killing, and it could be said that he had a narrow escape from death.
"Boy, you must remember this skill. I hope you can understand its true meaning as soon as possible and use this skill to gain a chance of survival for yourself." After saying this, the old man pointed his finger at his forehead, which was considered a parting gift to him. , which is also the last bit of his thoughts.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I have no repayment for you. Please accept my bow." His bow was considered as a disciple's greeting to his master, but it was just a formal bow as a registered disciple.
"Good boy, get up. I hope you can survive and we can meet again in the future." The old man stretched out his hand to help Yunquan up.
When everyone was shocked by the power of the Mist Sword Slash, Yunquan also said goodbye to the old man and walked into the mist, his figure appearing so alone.
The old man looked at Yun Quan's back and felt very sorry for such a talented person. Why was he targeted by that old dragon? If he had been discovered earlier, he would not have fallen to this point, and maybe he could become his true disciple.
The old Jiao who appeared outside Guangpu City suddenly felt Yunquan's aura and left the formation peak. It seemed that he didn't want to implicate those people, so he had to turn around and chase after Yunquan.
Yunquan left the formation peak and walked in the mist, knowing full well that he had been discovered by the old dragon and would probably be caught again soon.
Moving forward quickly in the mist, he used the mirror clone technique to perfection, but compared to the Lingwu Saint, his speed was still too slow, after all, it was his cultivation level.
For Lingwu cultivators under the Lingwu Sage, the mist is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and life and death are difficult to control by oneself.
For him, it was like walking in his own back garden, because he was protected by Xuanshui armor, and all the mist could be used by him.
As he moved forward rapidly, he suddenly thought, since he could use the Xuanshui Armor to attract mist, why couldn't he use the Xuanshui Armor as a guide to use the Mist Sword Slash technique.
After having this idea, he began to experiment while moving forward. The first fog sword slash was easily executed by him, and it didn't look very difficult.
But after he used fifty swords, he began to feel a little powerless. This reminded him of the old man's words, the stronger the soul power, the more swords can be atomized.
However, he did not use his soul power at this time. He only relied on the power of Xuanshui Armor. Thinking of this made him feel happy, maybe he could use more of the fog sword slashes.
As he mobilized his soul power and slashed out hundreds of swords with the mist sword, he found that he seemed to have not reached his limit, which made him overjoyed.
He was overjoyed at the moment and kept squandering his soul power without even knowing where he was, not to mention that the danger behind him was getting closer and closer.
When he swung one hundred and fifty fog sword slashes in succession, he realized that he had consumed too much soul power, and his whole body felt dizzy, and everything seemed to be spinning everywhere he looked.
The old dragon's movements were extremely fast, and he soon appeared not far behind Yunquan. Yunquan had already escaped once, and he didn't want to let him escape a second time.
"I've found a good master for you, but you still don't appreciate it and run away privately. How can I lose my face? Follow me back and admit your mistake to Ji Shun." Old Jiao stepped closer to Yunquan and said.
When he reached out to grab Yunquan, the words he said were like a blow to the head, making Yunquan suddenly feel the danger. He quickly turned around and slashed out with a hundred fog swords. The sword was in the hand of the old dragon, and a counterattack force made him The body flies up.
The old Jiao was stunned and dared to attack him. He was so angry that he really wanted to kill him with one strike, but he found that the cloud spring flying out of the air was heading towards the abyss ahead.
He didn't want Yunquan to die like this, as that would cut off his chance of ascending, and everything would be lost.
He took the opportunity to fly towards Yunquan quickly. Unexpectedly, Yunquan didn't care about being captured by him. He saw the old dragon approaching in the air, and hundreds of fog swords slashed out towards the old dragon.
Lao Jiao also didn't expect that Yunquan's reaction speed was so fast. After all, the distance between the two was only more than one meter, and he could grab Yunquan with his hand.
In this situation, Yunquan took over Yunquan's hundred fog slashes, and he was not afraid at all with his strong defense. However, the power of the hundred fog sword slashes only aggravated the speed of Yunquan's flying backwards, and the whole person went straight into the abyss. Fly away.
The old dragon was so angry that he had to save Yunquan, but as soon as he flew into the abyss, the powerful impact made him fly back immediately.
Looking at the abyss below, he was very unwilling. He flew down into the abyss several times and returned, which made him puzzled that a dragon that was about to become a half-immortal could not even descend half of the abyss.
Because he felt a very strong breath of fire spiritual power under the abyss. The violent fire wave made his whole body uncomfortable and caused his water spiritual power to be consumed quickly.
He could only stand on the edge of the abyss, watching helplessly as Yunquan fell deeper and deeper, and the figure finally disappeared before his eyes.
He was so angry that he walked around on the edge of the abyss and accidentally found a stone tablet in the grass with the words "Forbidden Land of Fire Abyss" written on it.
Even he didn't know that there was such a forbidden area hidden outside Guangpu City. It's no wonder that he couldn't even get down to half of it.
Although he has been hiding in Jishui, he is well aware of the horror of the Fire Abyss. Five hundred years ago, an ancestor of the Xuanjia North Sect wanted to explore the Fire Abyss before ascending, but he never came out again.
Yunquan, who fell into the abyss, had already lost consciousness, and his body continued to fall in the abyss. The fire wave swallowed up all his clothes, and he was lying in the shield formed by the Qiankun Sword.
The yin-yang mirror-yang side of the Qiankun Sword began to absorb the fire spiritual power unconsciously, and fell directly onto a stone platform in the middle of the bottom of the abyss.
The bottom of the entire abyss is like a big furnace, surrounded by a sea of fire churning, and the fire spiritual power emanating from a large number of bubbles floats into the air.
The stone platform is only two meters in diameter. At this time, in addition to Yunquan, there is an immortal corpse next to it. It has always existed without decay. Its spiritual power is still fighting against the fire spiritual power.
Deep in the rolling sea of magma and fire, a human-shaped purple flame looked very out of place. He felt the breath of a living person and opened his eyes.
"What a strong talent, but my cultivation level is too low. If I fall, my body will remain intact. This is simply the best gift for me. Then I can transform into a human being and no longer have to live in this dark abyss."
Ji Shun also felt Yunquan's aura, chased him all the way down and stood on the edge of the abyss. Seeing the appearance of his ancestor, he naturally knew what happened.
Before he came, he didn't understand why his ancestors didn't go down. It was only when he saw the stone tablet of the Fire Abyss forbidden area that he understood that it wasn't that his ancestors didn't go down, but that he couldn't go down at all. Wherever there is death, there is despair.
Old Jiao got angry at Ji Shun, as if he was teaching a child, and Ji Shun didn't even dare to move his mouth.
"What is your kid doing for food? A living person of that size can't stand it. Do you know that not only did he eat the Orchid Moon Flower, but he is also a rare genius. It's not easy to find another one."
Old Jiao's words moved Ji Shun's heart and said, "That's not right, ancestor."
"What's wrong?"
"Looking back to our ancestors, when the Extreme Light Pillar appeared, there seemed to be one big one and one small one. There should be another Extreme Talent, but we don't know who it is yet." Ji Shun's words ignited hope in the old dragon again.
In this case, he must find out who the other extreme talent is and find out the identity of the other person first, but he must not alert the snake in the grass. He does not want something like this to happen again.
After learning this lesson, he immediately ordered Ji Shun to secretly investigate who it was, not to take any action, and to ensure the safety of the other party until the other party reached the first level of Lingwu Saint.
