Chapter 441: Innocence

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The corpse energy had been sealed by the saint a hundred years ago, how could it appear on the top of Mount Li.

In the spiritual wasteland, there are only a handful of cultivators who can break the saint's seal, but this place is only beneficial to ghost cultivators, so how could those few people get here.

Sun Ruowang had several thoughts in his mind.

Turning around and looking at the thatched house, there was a simple bronze mirror hanging in the middle of the house.

The moment Sun Ruowang opened the door, it fell to the ground, and then a black air seeped out and floated into the ground instantly.

"Oops."

....

At the foot of Lishan Mountain.

Shen Yu stood with his hands behind his hands, quietly watching the black clouds billowing in the distance.

Yang Pan'er opened the curtain and asked in shock: "Shen Yu, what is that? It's not that the saint of the academy sealed the mountain of corpse energy a hundred years ago. Why does it look like the seal has been broken."

Zhao Ji looked solemn and looked at the sky in horror.

Even a great demon like her is frightened. If ordinary people are contaminated by the churning corpse energy, they will definitely turn into withered bones.

The reason why ghost cultivation has been able to continue for thousands of years is because of the ethereal corpse energy.

Except for the natural restraint of the aura of Confucianism, there is no good way to enter Buddhism or Taoism.

Shen Yu said calmly: "A hundred years ago, Wen Ruohai destroyed the Yinming Sect. In order to prevent Li Shan's corpse from flowing into the mortal world, he set up a large formation here and left a spiritual treasure of the Confucian sect, the 'Innocence Mirror'. We are guarding here, and now that the corpse energy has reappeared, I am afraid that someone has stolen the spiritual treasure. "

Stealing the academy's treasure?

A spiritual treasure that can seal corpse energy must be a rare treasure in the world, and it is protected by strong men from the academy. Who has the courage to steal it? .

Yang Pan'er's eyes widened with disbelief on her face.

"Sir, although the Yin Ming Sect is a ghost cultivator, it is different from evil cultivators and demon cultivators. It has not been linked to those two demons in the world. Why did the academy destroy its entire sect?" Zhao Ji asked curiously.

Shen Yu was not interested in this and said casually: "A saint who has attained enlightenment must find a few things to achieve merit."

Zhao Ji was from the demon clan and did not understand what Shen Yu meant. Yang Pan'er had just entered the world of cultivation and knew nothing about it.

But if there are other practitioners of the upper three realms present, they will definitely be shocked by this sentence.

Whether it is the Buddhist sect's great ambition to become a Buddha, the Taoist sect's killing of three corpses, or the Confucian sect's merits and deeds to become a saint, these three existences that transcend the current realm of the spiritual world, even the Nine Holy Lands, only have three long-lasting traditions. This semi-holy land knows.

But Shen Yu casually said that if heard by those strong people struggling in the fairyland or Bodhisattva realm, they would definitely be grateful to Shen Yu.

It is a pity that Zhao Ji and Yang Paner are too low in level.

At this point, it sounds like it's just chatting.

Shen Yu tied the carriage to a dead tree and walked along the winding mountain road to the mountainside.

Yang Pan'er and Zhao Ji looked at each other and followed quickly.

Along the way, there were countless dead bones on both sides, some hanging on dead trees, some half-buried in the ground, and some hanging on rocks.

Even the small mountain road was littered with dead bones.

However, strange things happen.

Shen Yu walked in the front, and the withered bones automatically rolled to both sides without wind the moment Shen Yu stepped on them.

It was as if there was some kind of transparent light on Shen Yu's body, dispelling all objects blocking the way.

Seeing this shocking scene, Yang Pan'er and Zhao Ji spontaneously had the same thought.

This is the arrival of the immortal.

Only immortals who come here will do this.

...

On the mountainside.

Countless bones were outside the hut, staring coldly at the middle-aged scholar in front of them.

Sun Ruowang desperately mobilized the Haoran Qi in his body to scatter the bones around him, one after another, endless.

Looking down from the sky, the small pure white atmosphere on the ground becomes darker and darker, but no matter how long it takes, those dark corpses will

Bone has never been able to annihilate it.

What Sun Ruowang held in his hand was the ancient scroll he had been reading, which was given to him by his master when he left the imperial capital.

Although I couldn't forgive the mistake this disciple had committed, I still couldn't bear his death in Lishan.

The ancient scroll came from the academy. It once traveled around the world with a saint and was contaminated by the majestic energy of the world. The bones were obviously controlled by a ghost cultivator. The empty eye sockets were flashing with an eerie green light.

The awe-inspiring Qi emanating from the ancient scrolls naturally restrained these corpse Qi, so Sun Ruowang was able to persist until now.

However, this kind of persistence will not last long.

The realm is too low, and the awe-inspiring energy in the ancient scroll will eventually be exhausted.

After smashing the withered bones in front of him, Sun Ruowang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to himself: "The 'Innocence Mirror' was taken away, and without the seal, the corpse energy will definitely flow out with the corpse water, and the mortals thousands of miles away will become the living dead." , I, Sun Ruowang, have failed to guard me well, and if such a big fork appears, I am afraid that I will never be able to return to my master's seat in this life. "

In the midst of his thoughts, countless bones and corpses came over to kill him. Sun Ruowang wanted to mobilize the awe-inspiring energy of the ancient scroll, but found that the ancient scroll was already in pieces and the aura had completely disappeared.

Seeing this, Sun Ruowang turned pale. He never thought that this place sealed by the Patriarch would be his burial place.

He glanced at the north, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Then, he condensed the last bit of spiritual power in his body, pinched the formula with his right hand, and a white light curtain blocked his surroundings.

At first, the light curtain was barely able to maintain itself under the attack of the corpses.

But as time passed, Sun Ruowang's spiritual power finally ran out, and the light curtain became dim, transparent, and finally dissipated.

At this time, his face was ashen and his eyes were dim.

It was already his last moment in the world.

"Master, my disciple is wrong."

Sun Ruowang looked up to the sky and sighed.

Then slowly close your eyes and wait quietly for death to come.

at this time.

A bright and cyan sword energy drew an arc and suddenly lit up in the dead night. The brilliant light killed all the corpses along the way.

Immediately afterwards, another brighter sword energy rose.

The countless corpses on the mountainside showed no resistance and were turned into ashes by the sword energy.

At the same time, that sword energy seemed to be extremely spiritual.

He passed through the corpse in front of Sun Ruowang very quickly, then passed by three inches from his temples and crashed into a place behind him.

In Sun Ruowang's shocked eyes, he could only hear a cold female voice.

"Don't block this girl's sword."

Sun Ruowang didn't have time to see the other party's face clearly, but he felt a little ashamed just feeling the sharp sword energy around him.

Even though I tried my best, I couldn't stop the siege of those withered bones and corpses.

The woman in front of her just used two swords to easily resolve her predicament.

It is said that the sword cultivator is the proud son of Linghuang.

Then I was also born in the Holy Land, so the gap between the two is really too big.

Sun Ruowang awkwardly turned sideways to avoid the sword energy, and then looked into the distance.