Although Zhao Shun had great spiritual awareness, she could not detect the reality of the monster in front of her at all. She paused for a moment, and suddenly summoned several flying swords, which turned into shimmering silver light and fled into the corridor in the cave. !
These flying swords were connected to her mind, and the places they went to gradually took shape in her mind.
Countless black and white figures were seen wandering through several corridors. Alarmed by the flying sword, they boiled instantly like cold water in a frying pan, and they rushed toward the flying sword one after another without feeling any pain.
Time passed by, and Zhao Chun knew that he could no longer wait any longer, so he flew up with his feet, looked for a nearby corridor, and went straight to kill inside.
The black and blue figure was really weird. It was hard to tell the difference between strength and weakness. He also had no intelligence. Zhao Chun had no difficulty in killing him. It was thought that his strength was somewhere between Ning Yuan and Fen Xuan.
Of course it was easy to kill, but this strange thing had a steady posture, which made Zhao Xun's expression become more and more serious, his eyebrows furrowed, and suddenly the sword energy burst out, hitting in all directions, and the walls of the cave could not bear it. After such a collision, it immediately began to shake violently and filled with smoke and dust!
At the same time, there was a huge sound, which circulated in the cave for a long time.
Suddenly, Zhao Chun checked with his consciousness and found that the black and blue figures wandering around him were missing parts that were visible to the naked eye. Moreover, they were not injured and died, but disappeared out of thin air without any warning. It was puzzling!
Why?
Thinking in his mind, he kept moving. The sound of beating and knocking was heard in the relatively spacious corridor for a while. The remaining monsters were all broken into green and black smoke, bundled together, and fled straight in one direction. .
Zhao Chun didn't dare to make a mistake, so he quickly raised his heels and passed through countless forked roads before he saw the green and black smoke circle around and penetrate into a person's heavenly spirit from top to bottom, and then disappeared.
She paused for a moment, and a stone room appeared in front of her eyes. The decoration was very simple, with a gray futon in the middle. The person sitting cross-legged on it had a childish face and unusually majestic figure. However, he looked quite thin and completely The broad frame holds up the robe, and the neck and sleeves are exposed to the wind.
Judging from his facial features, he has a straight nose and a broad mouth, deep eyes and low eyebrows. He looks very upright, but there is a gloomy air between his eyebrows and his lips are straight and straight, as if he is angry.
After looking at it, Zhao Chun's eyes were full of surprise and determination. Because this man's right arm was empty and he was sitting cross-legged, but only his left palm rested on his legs. He thought it was the Venerable Dehe that he was looking for today. Got it!
However, the situation in front of him seemed strange. Not to mention the green and black smoke just now, even the Venerable Dehe who suddenly appeared in the stone room did not look like an external person at all!
She has seen people with a steady aura like Shi Xiangyuan, a carefree and wanton person like Jiang Mu, the head of Taiyuan, a celestial demon venerable with an ethereal aura like nothingness, and a sword lord with a fierce and violent aura, but there has never been any externalized venerable who is virtuous. So quiet!
Yes, it’s Jing!
Others could see no hint of intimidation from him, and even Zhao Xun, who had already stepped three feet away from him, did not feel the rejection that was almost customary among ordinary monks.
This is extremely calm silence, without sorrow or joy, without anger or fear.
"Zhao Yan, the true successor of Zhao Yan, holds Master Qingyang's token and is here to ask for help from the Master!"
She held the stone piece in her hand, but Venerable Dehe did not move at all. He just sat in one place, motionless.
Zhao Chun then spoke again and put the stone on the ground.
Just the results are the same.
At this time, there was only a quarter of an hour left before Chenshi. Zhao Chun was worried about the Ming Lei Cave and wanted to talk about it again.
"No need to talk, I am unable to help."
De Hezhi did not speak, but his rich and slightly hoarse voice sounded around him.
Zhao Chun frowned when he received this answer and couldn't help but said: "May I ask, Sir, why is it difficult to escape because of the incident? To be honest, I came to ask for help this time because Master Qingyang was in danger of killing himself, so I came here as a last resort. Disturbing the venerable’s Qing Dynasty.”
"Qingyang..." he thought for a moment and then said, "He was the stubborn swordsman who was in the past. It turns out that he has now become a true infant...
"Junior Zhaoyan, you are not a monk in our Dingxian City. You and Qingyang know each other from outside. He has the strength of a true infant and has extraordinary swordsmanship. Not to mention that ordinary people can't help him, even if they really want to kill him. With such power, how can the venerables in the city just sit back and watch?"
The matter was urgent and Zhao Chun didn't want to cover it up with him anymore, so he opened his mouth and told the story about Master Fuya in Ming Lei Cave.
After waiting for words, Venerable Dehe was silent for a moment. When he spoke, there was already a hint of joking in his tone: "It's an evil cultivator again. The Xianmen sect is worried about this. Now he wants to repeat the evil deeds of the past. You don’t even bother to change it for an excuse?”
There was hatred in his heart, and Zhao Chun was not surprised. His eyebrows were slightly lowered, and a sharp light flashed through his eyes as if he had seen something strange. The next moment, his expression condensed: "In the siege of the city, nearly half of the real infants were killed. Forty percent, there are also many casualties among the remaining low-level monks. Such a major event that shakes the reputation of the Immortal Sect must be carried out with evidence. Can the Reverend dare to confirm that all those killed by the Immortal Sect are innocent people?"
"Be bold!"
The sound of Dehe was like a thunderous sound, which made a buzzing sound in Zhao Shun's ears, but her back became straighter and straighter, showing no fear.
"You think I am afraid of your identity as the true successor of Zhaoyan, so I don't dare to kill you!"
"With your supreme power, what can't you do?" Zhao Chun's tone was stagnant, "It's just that I can't protect myself now, so I won't be distracted by worrying about juniors like this."
After saying this, she suddenly drew her sword and stood up. The sword's light was shining like a rainbow, and it penetrated straight through the chest and abdomen of Venerable Dehe. There was no obstruction in the process, causing the tall and majestic body to suddenly transform. The power of being a fan was so powerful that she herself was frightened!
Neither of them seemed to have expected that this sword would cause the physical body to completely disintegrate. Only a line of green and black smoke wrapped in a lotus rice object with weak divine light slowly rose up. It was an extremely weak soul!
This also means that Venerable Dehe, who was so famous that he could have been a hero of his generation, has already died physically!
However, he has not yet reached the end of his life!
Zhao Chun was testing him. After all, she couldn't see any vitality in the body in front of her. Moreover, Dehe said that she was unable to help him. She thought that the other party had been severely injured, but unexpectedly, even the body had been eliminated.
"Why are you not afraid that I will take away your body?"
Dehe's body was destroyed, but his tone was calm at this moment, no longer angry.
"If the Reverend has the intention to seize his body, I'm afraid he will be dead when he enters this cave."
Zhao Chun collected the long embers, and the green and black smoke swayed, and he smiled like a self-mockery: "Disciples of the Immortal Sect have been outstanding for generations. Back then, Wang Fushan was extremely talented, and now you are no less talented. If he... is like this, why would he come to snatch my disciple?"
