Deep in the valley, there are many rocks. In many places, stone caves penetrate the thick mountains, and there are vaguely many immortal monks. At the imposing entrance of one of the caves, several large characters were vaguely visible, "Earth Blade Palace!" Every stroke of those words was like a sharp blade cutting straight into the heart. Monks with relatively low strength cannot taste the immortal essence within it.
Those who are immortals and above do not dare to look too much. They will lower their heads after taking a few hasty glances. If they are just trying to be brave, there will be many disciples of Di Dao Palace who have been injured by the sword intent contained in them over the years. However, there are also some talents and understanding. The outstanding people realized the mysterious sword intention from it, making their cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.
At this time, the Di Dao Palace was as usual, and the disciples were extremely busy coming in and out. Like the Yunxia Immortal Sect, the Di Dao Palace was one of the few palaces that occupied the mines in the Illusion Mist Swamp in the early stage and obtained considerable benefits. Even though Zhao Shifeng had taken away a group of people before, the number of disciples in the Earth Blade Palace at this time was still greater than before. This time, Di Dao Palace’s savings are far greater than before. As long as it is not involved too much in the huge quagmire of the Phantom Mist Swamp, Earth Blade Palace will sooner or later grow into one of the best immortal sects in this area.
At this time, the entire Di Dao Palace was full of vitality, but compared with the excitement of many disciples, the palace owner Pan Yong looked dull. Seeing that the palace master was in a bad mood, several beautiful waitresses nearby lowered their eyebrows and behaved lightly, fearing that one of them might make the palace master angry. The palace master has been developing his magical power over the years, and his temperament has become increasingly unpredictable.
At this time, there was a flash of light outside the hall, and an old man with gray beard and hair stopped in front of Pan Yong in the blink of an eye.
"I've met the palace master." The old man Ma Donglin bowed his hands and saluted.
"No need to be polite, how is the situation with Elder Zhao? Why has there been no news for half a month?" Pan Yong asked.
"Lin, City Lord Lin, please don't blame me." Ma Donglin's skinny body trembled and he knelt down in the tunnel.
"What happened?" Pan Yong stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open. Looking at the old guy Ma Donglin, he was afraid that the situation would not be much better.
"Brother, the news I got may not be completely true. There is no news from the hundreds of palace disciples who followed Elder Zhao to the Leiyin Immortal Sect half a month ago. There is no reliable source for the disciple's news. The security is tight. The disciples only obtained the sporadic information through some circumstantial methods. If there is anything wrong, I hope the palace master will not blame it." Under Pan Yong's great pressure, Ma Donglin's voice trembled road.
"Just tell me straight, I don't blame you." Pan Yong took a breath and said.
"It is rumored that Elder Zhao may have died in the Leiyin Immortal Sect. The disciples who went with him should also be dead or captured. No one has been found who can escape." Ma Donglin said.
"How is this possible? Aren't the elders of the Leiyin Immortal Sect dead and missing? Who else can be Elder Zhao's opponent?" Pan Yong said with his eyes widened.
"I heard that he is the new sect leader of Leiyin Immortal Sect, a swordsman named Wuming."
"Wuming?" Pan Yong frowned deeply. The other person's name was just like his previous reputation. Borrowing from Wuming, it seemed to him that it jumped out of the cracks in the rocks.
"It's interesting that a sword cultivator has taken over the Leiyin Immortal Sect. It seems that I have to go and meet him in person."
"You don't need to meet me, I'm already here." At this time, an indifferent voice blew like a gentle breeze.
Pan Yong and Ma Donglin all stood up upside down with cold hair on their bodies. Previously, Pan Yong had some doubts that maybe Zhao Shifeng was not dead, or that he might have been seriously injured and fled elsewhere, licking his wounds in an uninhabited place.
But now that the other party dares to come to Di Dao Palace, it seems that Zhao Shifeng is indeed in danger. Among the three powerful true immortals in Di Dao Palace, Zhao Shifeng was second only to him in strength, and Pan Yong didn't have much confidence in killing Zhao Shifeng himself. And this guy named Wuming can actually do it. I'm afraid his strength is a bit stronger than him.
Unfortunately, the Earth Blade Palace took too big a step this time, and another elder was sent to seize the Shuijing Sect's territory. Otherwise, if there is another true immortal elder around, he will definitely take this opportunity to kill this person at the palace gate.
"Why, I have come to Di Dao Palace. Palace Master Pan will not be stingy about seeing you." That indifferent voice floated into Pan Yong's ears again, but it sounded like a great irony to Pan Yong's ears. .
The enemies have already come to the door. If he dares to avoid them, how can he raise his head in front of his disciples in the future?
"I want to see who the sword cultivator Wuming who has recently joined the Leiyin Immortal Sect is." Pan Yong snorted coldly and walked out of the hall with a sway.
The unattractive lotus clone in front of him had eyes like glass, with lightning and sword light intertwining in his eyes. Just standing alone in the sky, the sword intent like a roaring mountain and a tsunami has already rushed towards the Earth Blade Palace. Hundreds of disciples of the Earth Blade Palace have been pressed to the ground by the powerful sword intent. If the opponent had not already had With nothing left to do, the lives of these hundreds of disciples from the Earth Sword Palace could not be saved.
Pan Yong stretched out his hand, and a strong wind suddenly rose in the void, colliding with the cold sword intent. The hundreds of disciples were immediately relieved, as if they were breathing fresh air again when they were about to drown, and each of them gasped for air.
"Quickly retreat into the palace-protecting formation." Although Pan Yong temporarily neutralized the unparalleled sword intent of the Lotus clone, he could also see that the other party had no intention of taking the lives of these hundreds of disciples, otherwise he might not have been able to kill them so easily. These disciples took over.
The hundreds of disciples of the Earthly Sword Palace retreated as if they were receiving an amnesty. The sword intent of the unknown sword cultivator was too terrifying. There is no way that juniors like them can match it.
"Very good. Without these guys, I can have a free fight with Palace Master Pan." said the Lotus clone.
"I didn't know before that there was such a tyrannical existence in the Leiyin Immortal Sect as the nameless Taoist friend. There are many offenses. The right way is to resolve enemies rather than make enemies. If there was any offense before, let's sit down and talk about it, and the grudges can be resolved. Just open it, why bother to fight and kill." Pan Yong laughed out loud when he saw that the Lotus clone did not take the opportunity to embarrass these hundreds of disciples.
"Zhao Shifeng's tone of discussion when he went to Leiyin Immortal Sect was not like this. Stop talking nonsense, Palace Master Pan, don't let me think that you are a bully and afraid of the strong. I really want to be submissive and hand over half a million low-grade immortal crystals. I Turn around and leave." The lotus clone laughed loudly.
"Arrogant!" Pan Yong shouted in a deep voice.
"Since you don't want to, then take my sword." The Lotus clone's voice fell slightly, thunder roared in the void, and a sky-high giant sword slashed down from the thunder clouds.
Pan Yong made a fist with his right hand and hit his chest. With a bang, a huge shadow rose up from his body. The shape of the shadow rose hundreds of feet high. Void punched the giant sword and flew away. Green flames rolled around the fist shadow.
