The Buddha's light is magnificent, like the light of the moon, slowly illuminating the entire canyon.
The red faces of everyone reflected were like Maitreya.
Almost at the same time, several rays of light lit up, and then fled straight towards the welcoming place.
"Dear guests, why is this?"
After a few clanging sword sounds, a disciple of the Sword Sect came forward to ask.
"The skills I practice conflict with this Buddha's light, so take the first step."
"There is a treasure on Taoist Master's body, but it cannot see such blazing Buddha light."
Several people answered. The Jianzong disciples were stunned when they heard the sound, and looked at the teachers on the high platform. From a distance, they saw Qianqiu Sect Master nodding lightly.
"Please." The Jianzong disciple stopped stopping.
But thinking about it, it is normal for so many monks present to have some vicious magic weapons or have practiced blood evil techniques.
Just like that, several more rays of light followed closely.
After the brief commotion, there was a long period of silence.
I don’t know how long it took, but the brilliance of Liangchen’s body gradually dissipated, and finally disappeared into the darkness, while the tens of thousands of monks on the field were all covered with a faint milky white halo.
It's like lights, and like fireflies, spreading out densely.
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The second day.
As the sky grew brighter, one person moved slightly, then moved his body a little, then turned around and left with satisfaction.
After a while, another person stood up and looked around at the still motionless people. Although he felt envious, he also walked down the mountain happily.
In this way, from the morning sun emerging from the clouds to the golden crow in the sky, to the sunset over the western mountains.
Most of the tens of thousands of monks on the field left one after another.
But in the square and on the cloud platform, there are still more than ten thousand monks who have not opened their eyes like statues.
The third day.
Most of the Wanxiu cultivators on the field had left, leaving only a thousand cultivators.
The Qianqiu sect leader gave an order not to disturb him, and even sent someone to take strict care of him.
By the fourth day.
There were not many people left on the field, only about a dozen people remained motionless, and among them was the well-informed old man.
It wasn't until noon that the old man finally opened his eyes. After briefly sensing his physical condition, his face lit up with joy. After confirming several times, his eyes instantly filled with tears.
"I've finally broken through the backlash!" He shouted to the sky, but when he glanced around, he found that there were still a few people around him who were still cultivating, and he immediately fell silent.
He walked up to the disciple of the Sword Sect next to him, bent down and bowed heavily.
"Thank you so much for the power of the Buddha's light from Sword Master Dong Xi. This grace is like reincarnation. Please give my gratitude to the senior Sword Master!"
After saying this, the old man bowed heavily again, turned around and walked down the mountain.
By evening, there was only one man left on the field.
The man is only in the middle stage of Jindan. He is dressed in blue and has thick eyebrows and big eyes.
At this moment, it was like an unsheathed sword, emitting a sharp sword intent.
The sword intent suddenly rises and falls, rises and shrinks, as if a wild beast trying to escape is being restrained by a cage.
After a long time, a long sigh sounded in the audience.
The man finally opened his eyes. He looked around at the empty square. In the distance, only a few Sword Sect disciples were still guarding the square.
Then he stood up slightly disappointed and prepared to walk down the mountain.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Take him to the South Peak."
The sound was not loud, but it rang in everyone's ears.
"As ordered." The Sword Sect disciples responded in unison.
"This guest is invited by the Sword Master." A disciple said to the man, cupping his hands.
"Dong Xi...Sword Master?" When the thick-browed man heard this, he couldn't believe it for a moment, and he confirmed in a panic.
"Please come this way." The disciple nodded and then led the way.
Half an hour later, South Peak, Guangda Pavilion.
Liangchen was holding a cup of green tea, and standing in front of him was a man in blue with his hands tied and his head bowed.
"Junior Lin Tao has seen the Dongxi Sword Master!" The man was brought here for unknown reasons. Now that he saw the Sword Master so close, he felt even more frightened.
"Sit down and try this spiritual tea." Liangchen said softly.
"Young men don't dare!" Lin Tao had not dared to raise his head to look at the good time since he entered the room. Now that he was invited to sit down, he felt even more uneasy.
"Then let's try the tea." Liangchen saw his appearance and didn't force himself. He handed over a cup of spiritual tea and placed it on the corner of the table.
The man looked hesitant. Although he wanted to drink this magical tea, he did not dare to make a mistake. While hesitating, Liangchen smiled and said:
"Don't worry, I've had a chance encounter with you before. That's why I invited you to come over and ask a few questions."
"Senior, no matter how much you speak, I will tell you everything you know." The man finally felt a little calmer after hearing this.
He carefully picked up the spiritual tea and drank it in one gulp, then slowly put it back down.
"I once met you at Yanyun Tower in Qingfeng Plain, do you remember?" Liangchen said lightly.
"Qingfeng Plain! Yanyun Tower!" Lin Tao's face changed slightly when he heard this, as if he thought of something, and then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Liangchen. After just one glance, he immediately lowered his head again.
"It turns out that Senior Sword Master was passing by that day!"
He finally remembered that when the three masters and disciples were setting up the teleportation formation in Yanyun Tower, a man suddenly appeared and stopped the three of them, asked a few words, and then left suddenly.
It turns out that man is the sword master!
No wonder he has such strength!
No wonder it looked familiar to him at the previous grand ceremony, but he thought it was his imagination.
It turns out that I have really seen the Sword Master!
"I went to Magic Dragon City to do some work, and I happened to meet the three of you master and disciple while passing by. Why didn't they come with you?" Liangchen nodded and asked.
When he came to the scene with his spiritual thoughts, he found that this person was the Yaomang Sect member he was looking for.
Meng'er's uncle had asked him to hand over half of the secret book to them before he died. He wanted to search for it in a few days, but he didn't expect that Meng'er would come to Wanren Mountain by himself, so he waited for him to finish his training and recruit him.
"Reporting to the Sword Master, the master has never returned. When my junior sister and I went to look for him, we found that the master had already died outside the Demon Dragon City." When he said this, Lin Tao's eyes turned red.
"My condolences." Liangchen was slightly startled when he heard this.
"I was entrusted by someone to send something back to Yaomang Sect. Since your master is not here, I will give it to you as well." Liangchen thought for a moment and said.
"No!" Lin Tao waved his hands and shook his head.
"This junior is no longer a member of Yaomang Sect."
"Oh?" Liangchen looked at him with confusion.
