Shu Yuehen has been browsing classics in the Zongmen library for three days. Su Xiang came to see her, and Mu Hanyun also came to see her, but she never left the library. She used to think this was the world in a book and was so arrogant that she knew too little about this world of immortality.
On this day, she was still reading classics in the library when she suddenly heard the voice of her ancestor: "Come here and try Jianfeng! I have something to tell you."
This voice rang directly in her mind, extremely clear. The timbre of the Patriarch was extremely special, like iron blocks rubbing against each other. It was extremely unpleasant to hear. Shu Yuehen could not forget it as soon as she heard it.
She hurriedly drove her sword to Sword Trial Peak and walked into the dark cave.
The Patriarch did not look at the Soul-eating Insect anymore, and actually changed into bright clothes and stood waiting for her. Originally, he was wearing a torn and old gray robe, but now he was wearing clean white clothes.
He was already good-looking, but now his face was full of joy, and he actually looked like a spiritual young man.
The Immortal Sword Immortal who was guarding the Land of Unparalleled Spirits was so happy that it made Shu Yuehen very uneasy.
Things that make the long-lived Sword Immortal happy may not necessarily make others happy too.
She asked carefully: "The Patriarch asked his disciples to give him something?"
The Patriarch was actually smiling, although his smile seemed a little stiff, as if he hadn't smiled for a long time.
"I found the person I was looking for. Do you want these soul-eating insects?"
Shu Yuehen was shocked and frightened. As long as this Patriarch continued to squat on the sword peak and watch the soul-eating insects, he would be the Patriarch of the Xuantian Sword Sect and could stop the Demon Sect's massive attack. Now that he is leaving, the Xuantian Sword Sect is unable to resist the demon son of the Yin and Yang Demon Palace and the demon cultivator Zhai Xingchen of the True Demon Realm.
She knew that she could not control the will of the Patriarch at all, so she tried her best to remain calm: "My disciple's cultivation is shallow and he cannot take over the Soul-Eating Insect. I thank the Patriarch for his kindness."
The Patriarch said: "Then they are useless."
An unknown number of flying swords were summoned by him and flew in all directions. Shu Yuehen heard screams and screams. She saw countless soul-eating insects pouring out of the darkness and trying their best to escape, but they were chopped into pieces by the same number of flying swords.
The soul-eating insect was dead, and the spiritual energy from outside the cave began to flow into the cave, like a strong wind blowing their long hair.
The Patriarch's momentum was getting higher and higher, like a towering mountain, gradually weighing Shu Yuehen out of breath.
Shu Yuehen stubbornly insisted on staying put, neither kneeling down nor retreating.
She plucked up the courage and asked, "You said that my master is about to die. When will it be?"
"today!"
After the Patriarch said these two words, he flew away like a meteor.
Shu Yuehen hurriedly chased out with his sword, but when he flew out of the cave, the figure of his ancestor had long disappeared.
At the same time, dark clouds suddenly rolled in the sky, strong winds blew, and streaks of lightning lit up, as if God was suddenly angry.
Those dark clouds, violent winds, lightning and thunder finally moved towards the east, chasing the Immortal Sword Immortal who should have ascended long ago but was stranded in the world.
Qu Mo Junjian, a golden elixir-level monk who was returning to Yanfeng, soared into the air and shouted: "How can a master want to pass through my Xuantian Sword Sect if he wants to survive the catastrophe?"
No one answered him. Qu Mo looked around and then chased to the east. He wanted to see who caused the disaster.
Zuiyue Peak Golden Core Stage monks Ye Qingyun, Ji Dongyue, and Xu Qingshan took off at the same time and flew eastward with their swords. Only Chu Jianghuai, the steward of the outer sect, had something to go out and did not travel together.
I saw a blue sword light suddenly rising into the sky, and the disciples of Zuiyue Peak began to make a noise. Even Wei Yuanfeng, the master of Zuiyue Peak and a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, took off with his sword and chased towards the east.
He was the fastest and soon surpassed the others and was the first to fly to the east.
All the foundation-building and Qi-refining stage disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect had no intention of practicing, and began to gather together to discuss, guessing which great master was going through the tribulation, why he passed by Xuantian Sword Sect, and why he went to the east.
All this excitement belongs to other people, and Shu Yuehen doesn't care at all. She flew to Tianque Peak alone and broke into the cave where her master was retreating. Fortunately, her master had already told her how to get in and out of Tianque Peak, so it didn't take much effort for her to break in.
Su Baicheng was sitting on a futon at this time. When he saw Shu Yuehen barging in, he was extremely surprised: "Yuehen, why are you here?"
Shu Yuehen said excitedly: "Master, run away! The Patriarch said you will die today!"
When she saw that the master was not moving, she went up and pulled Su Baicheng's sleeves and walked out.
Su Baicheng sat still and suddenly smiled: "Our Xuantian Sword Sect has never been good at divination. Although the founder is an Immortal Sword Immortal, he is not good at divination or prophecy. How can you tell that I will die today?"
Shu Yuehen said hurriedly: "Even if the founder is wrong, it's still a good idea for the master to go out for a while."
Before she finished speaking, Su Baicheng recited a mantra, and a golden rope flew down from the altar, tying Shu Yuehen tightly.
Shu Yuehen was shocked and just about to speak, another handkerchief flew down from the altar and sealed her mouth.
Su Baicheng stuffed Shu Yuehen under the altar. Although the altar was carved from black rock, there was actually a small secret door underneath. When he opened the secret door, there was a dark hole inside, which could just accommodate Shu Yuehen.
Su Baicheng smiled and said: "Yue Hen, don't disturb Master's good deeds."
Shu Yuehen was frightened and frightened, and her head broke. She could not imagine that her master could do any good things.
This golden rope caused her spiritual power to run extremely slowly, and even her thinking seemed to have stopped. She was so sleepy that she couldn't even summon the flying sword.
There was no light in the dark cave under the altar. Shu Yuehen was confused and didn't know how long it had been before he suddenly heard someone outside shouting: "Su Baicheng!"
An ordinary-looking young man dressed as a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect walked into the cave. His face and figure instantly transformed into another person, a handsome and enchanting young man.
Su Baicheng sat on the futon, opened his eyes and saw this man, summoned the flying sword Qin Ge to attack, and said in surprise: "Zhai Xingchen, how did you break into my Xuantian Sword Sect?"
That handsome and enchanting young man is the devil of the Yin and Yang Demon Palace and the demon of the real demon realm, Xiu Zhai Xingchen. Suddenly a white paper fan appeared in his hand, with a towering tree painted on it. With golden leaves.
Zhai Xingchen waved the paper fan, and with the first blow, the flying sword and piano song flew away. With the second blow, the golden leaves on the big tree began to fall one by one, just like the trees in autumn, and the autumn leaves fell with the wind.
The white paper fan flew down with the leaves, emitting bursts of yellow light, which just enveloped Su Baicheng. Su Baicheng's cultivation level began to decline step by step, from the Nascent Soul stage to the Golden Elixir stage, from the Golden Elixir stage to the Foundation Establishment stage, and from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Qi Refining stage.
Feijian Qinge fell to the ground, then flew up on its own, attacking Zhai Xingchen, but was also covered by the yellow light, letting out bursts of wailing, the light gradually disappeared, and turned into ordinary iron and fell to the ground.
(End of chapter)
