After some explanations from Elder Bai, Zhao Huai finally understood.
You know, there are thirty-six palaces in Tianmo Palace, but not every palace has a palace owner in charge. As long as a palace has a palace owner in charge, it is absolutely unshakable, because every palace owner is a powerful person in the world. Cultivation is bottomless.
Each of the four giants of the Heavenly Demon is the master of the Heavenly Demon Palace.
Qingming Palace, Cold Night Demon.
Bloody Palace, bloody massacre.
Tianba Palace, Shi Zun.
Baihua Palace, Queen of Flowers.
Four figures appeared in the sky. A Bloody Man Tu, who was wrapped in dark blood mist and wore a mask of human skulls, spoke first: "I'm not late, just in time. The Master of Immortality Temple is still more difficult to deal with than I thought. I'm still stronger." I thought that Prince Dayan was in another mountain gate, but I didn’t expect that he was in your Wuji Immortal Sect.”
"Who wouldn't be? Those stinky monks in Xiao Lingyin Temple are all out of their depth, and they teach me that I can't use my skills to the best of my ability. It's really boring~"
The queen of the flowers is a beautiful woman with a delicate appearance, wearing a long crimson dress with bare shoulders and back. Her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed and she smiled, showing her full of charm.
"Haha, I won't be allowed to go to Linglong Immortal Palace next time. These women have too bad tempers and I can't bear it." Han Ye Mo was an old dwarf. He shook his head and said with a slight smile.
Among the four giants, only the tall and mighty Shi Zun looked indifferent and silent.
This time the Demon Gate invaded Lingshan, not only the Yujing Gate, but Demon disciples also led people to other mountain gates in order to find the whereabouts of Zhao Huai.
Among the thousands of monks in the demon boat, a handsome man with a feminine appearance stared at the scene in front of him, his eyes flickering and uncertain.
He is the old devil from the nether world who took his body and was reborn. The body he took was very young and well hidden.
However, he found Zhao Huai with the help of the magic weapon of the Demon Sect, and witnessed the process of the other party becoming stronger and shocking everyone with his skills.
Seeing this, Old Demon Netherworld felt a hint of worry in his heart.
How long has passed, only a year, this boy has already condensed the eighth-level golden elixir. If he is kept, he may be in trouble in the future.
Zhao Huai looked at the four demon heads that appeared, and when he heard the name of Han Ye Mo, he couldn't help but take a second look.
Nanyu Mansion was once invaded by demonic cultivators, and the person who rescued the demonic cultivator was none other than Han Yemo. However, at that time, Master Wuji had not yet fallen, so the demonic sect was wary and did not dare to act rashly.
On the magic boat.
Situ Huan looked at the four giants of the Heavenly Demon Palace with a cold face, and said calmly: "Follow the Demon Lord's order and capture Prince Dayan quickly, and ignore the other sects."
"There is no need to say anything, Demon. I naturally understand this truth."
The bloody man Tu Dan smiled and said, the red skull covered his face, but it was not difficult to tell from the hoarse voice and self-proclaimed voice that he was already very old.
"Everyone, let's take action. Give this old guy who has been sitting here a hundred years a try."
Xue Rentu suppressed his smile and said seriously.
After saying that, the four people took action at the same time, and there was no ambiguity. The ghost country, the sea of blood, the magic mountain, and the flower bones covered the sky and the sun, and suppressed them in the direction of Zhao Huai.
On the distant silver-white Lingtan, there was a dilapidated wooden boat. The old fishing man smiled softly on the boat and raised his hand holding the fishing rod slightly.
An extremely long fishing rod wire spanned the space and extended to the top of Wuji Immortal Peak.
The strong wind howls, thousands of miles away in an instant.
The next second, an endless sea of stars appeared in the sky, sparkling, and there was a faint boat spinning in the sea of stars. I don't know if the boat pulled the sea of stars, or if the sea of stars shook the boat.
The monks looked up at the scene in front of them and felt extremely strange.
On one side are four different-looking soul demon barriers, and on the other side is the beautiful and bright galaxy.
It seems to be in front of you, but also seems to be in the starry sky, like a dream.
This is a battle above the gods. A single gesture can change the world.
Rather than saying it is a phantom, it is better to say that it is a projection shaped by the inner world and sea of Qi of all powerful beings.
The world of Qi Haiyun is not just talk.
The magic power of the immortal is boundless, the jade cup can fill the sea, a leaf can form a boundary, knocking on the finger to ask about immortality, and a word can turn into a prophecy, all are words from classics.
At this time, part of the reality appeared in front of Zhao Huai's eyes.
"In order to resist the alliance of the four demons, Master Hai actually fused his own good corpse. It can be said that his moral integrity has been greatly reduced." Elder Bai couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene.
"Good Corpse?"
When Zhao Huai heard this explanation, he couldn't help but muttered, wondering what it was.
When Yu Qinghan heard this term, he asked curiously: "Is it the Han Zhi of the Three Corpses Refining Dao?"
"Exactly."
Elder Bai nodded and explained:
"You don't know that Master Hai was also a world-famous figure hundreds of years before he became the guardian of Lingtan. Hai Shengming's name is very resounding. He has studied many magical powers, the most famous of which is Three corpses refining the way."
"This Three Corpse Refining Way is derived from the Taoist method of killing three corpses, but it is different. As long as you can practice it successfully, you can have three bodies with different strengths. You can practice them separately. The speed of practice is more than three times that of normal monks. .”
This was the first time that Zhao Huai heard that there was such a magical skill and magical power, and he was surprised: "The good corpse the elder just mentioned is one of the three corpses?"
Elder Bai agreed: "Yes, the three corpses are divided into good corpses, Yuan corpses, and demon corpses. The Yuan corpse is the body of the monk and is the strongest. After practicing the Three Corpses Refining Dao, it means that you have three lives and can perform three times. Self-destruction is a great threat, and the combined attack of the three is powerful, and can achieve the following executions."
Yu Qinghan was silent for a moment and said thoughtfully: "Could it be that the Master Hai I saw before Lingtan was a good corpse? It was just one of the three corpses. If that's the case, where did the other two go?"
Elder Bai said with deep eyes: "Five hundred years ago, he guarded his Yuan corpse and Demon corpse in the depths of the Lingtan, which is the entrance to the False South Sea, while the weakest good corpse guarded the shore, fishing for spirits. thing."
Zhao Huai was immediately surprised and said: "A mere good corpse has such a level of cultivation that it can suppress a powerful person in the realm of gods? No wonder he can guard the False South China Sea by himself. Not everyone can do this level of cultivation."
Yu Qinghan had worries in his heart, and frowned: "Headmaster Hai's fusion of his good corpse means that the seal of the False South China Sea will be loosened again. Wouldn't a great monster be born in this way?"
Elder Bai sighed helplessly: "There is no way around this. If we don't take action to deal with this crisis, Wuji Immortal Sect may really be destroyed."
When Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan heard this, they both fell silent.
"Boom!"
There was a huge tremor in the sky, the surrounding fairy peaks kept shaking, and pumice stones fell.
"Hai Shengming, just based on dismemberment, do you think you are the opponent we are waiting for?!"
"Magic, borrow the magic staff."
Xuerentu shouted coldly at Situ Huan. Situ Huan heard it and quickly threw the Ten Thousand Bones Purgatory Scepter to Xuerentu.
The thick blood from Xuerantu's body rushed into the staff, and a dark magic light suddenly lit up.
Intricate black runes appeared on the bones of the staff.
Only those who are above the level of gods can exert the true power of the magic weapon, if not all, then most of it.
Blood Man Tu sacrificed the ancient magic weapon.
The Xinghai Vision, which had a slight advantage, fell to one side.
"not good!"
Elder Bai exclaimed when he saw this scene.
All the disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect are on tenterhooks. If the new headmaster cannot defeat the four demons, then the sect will really have no way out.
At the critical moment, a sword pillar soared into the sky.
The 100,000 mountains stretching ahead are vast and lush under the hollow sunlight.
A long sword that reaches the sky, the light of the sword competes with the sun.
Carrying the unparalleled sword energy that fills the sky, it vibrates for three thousand miles.
An old man wearing dark blue robes appeared in the sky, and the sword pattern on the clothes was particularly obvious.
He held his sword and stabbed in the direction of the four demons.
"The head of the sword holder." Elder Bai said slowly after seeing the clothes of the visitor.
"The leader of the sword bearers, doesn't he have a name?"
Zhao Huai asked.
Elder Bai shook his head: "There is no name. They are all the patron saints of the sect. If they don't make a sound, they will become famous. They have raised the sword for a hundred years. When they draw the sword, they will die."
Zhao Huai stared blankly at the lonely figure in the sky.
Only the sound was heard echoing between heaven and earth.
"Jiu Xuan, the head of the sword holders at Wuliang Immortal Peak, has come to die!"
Hearing this, Zhao Huai was shocked and clenched his fists.
He memorized the name of Jiu Xuan, the head of the sword holder.
Although the two of them were strangers to each other, the shock to him was huge.
Gu Tianji, the master of Wuji, Hai Shengming, the sword bearer.
He is not an overly emotional person, but he has seen too many people injured and died because of him.
It made him think.
Is the path to immortality that I am pursuing the right one?
From the beginning, he just wanted to live, to later he was looking for his wife, just to meet again, and now.
Unknowingly, my own path has already gone so far.
The work was done. When he reached this point, Zhao Huai suddenly realized that he had already shouldered so much.
So now, what is your own way?
Before Zhao Huai had time to think about it, a loud "boom" came from the sky.
This sword is very strong, covering thousands of miles in radius with sword energy.
"Buzz!"
In the nine-story sword pavilion, tens of thousands of long swords shot out and gathered into a sea of swords.
Every time the sword holder takes a step, a bright sword light flashes.
I have been raising swords for hundreds of years, just for this sword.
In an instant, the visions of the four demons in the Heavenly Demon Palace were revealed one after another, and they were all cut off by this sword.
"Wow!"
After the shattering sound, the power of the sword was still there.
After cultivating the spirit, he condensed the surging sword energy, and thousands of swords roared in unison, turning into a divine river of sword energy swirling in the sky. When the light rose, it was impossible to look directly at it.
This sword is both penetrating and cold.
The sound of swords resounded throughout the world.
The upside-down sword river continues to flow and rotate, stirring and dissipating the endless demonic clouds above Lingshan Mountain.
The four people, Blood Man Tu, Han Ye Mo, Shi Zun and Hua Queen, were shocked.
After the sword was slashed out, it formed a great wall of condensed sword energy, filling the gap in the ancient formation and forming a strong shield.
This Great Wall of Sword Qi undoubtedly draws the line between immortals and demons.
A person of the devilish way cannot step into the Wuji Immortal Sect!
The old man at the head of the sword holder looked up to the sky and laughed wildly:
"I have been keeping this sword for five hundred years! How about it?"
A proud and domineering voice echoed throughout the sect.
Everyone in the Wuji Immortal Sect was in awe, and many people had tears in their eyes.
This is the sword holder of Wuliang Immortal Peak.
With this sword, he can fight with the gods.
When he draws his sword, Mahayana also has to bow his head.
At this moment, Zhao Huai understood what the true way of swordsmanship was.
With my level of swordsmanship, I am not even qualified to draw a sword in front of the sword wielder.
After raising a sword for five hundred years, when using a sword, it no longer matters how high the level of cultivation is, nor does it matter how solid the sword intention is.
What it emphasizes is the power of the sword!
The general trend of killing with one sword!
The man holding the sword is for the sentient beings in Lingshan, so his power has been condensed for five hundred years before he can become as powerful as he is today.
For whom is the sword in your hand drawn?
It is very important to think clearly about this issue.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were looking at the old man holding the sword in the sky. Their minds were attracted by these words about not fearing life and death. It was worth calling them "senior".
Zhao Huai looked steadily ahead.
After ten breaths, my mind slowly calmed down.
This sword today can guarantee the peace of the Wuji Immortal Sect for ten years.
This time the crisis in Lingshan has been overcome.
When the divine river of sword energy hanging upside down in the sky dispersed, an old voice sounded.
"We, the sword cultivators, have all remembered that when practicing swordsmanship, we need to use the sword as the bone and the heart of the sword to forge the soul. We must not regret the brilliant swordsmanship!"
The sky cleared up, and the remaining glow of the sword's light fell on the old man holding the sword like the setting sun.
In the void, there was a mournful sound of swords.
He was frozen in mid-air, his sword hand motionless.
Until the last moment when the sword energy dissipated from his body, his body gradually deteriorated, the vitality in his eyes slowly disappeared, and there was still a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.
His body fell, but before it hit the ground, he was supported by disciples on the ground, one after another.
Zhao Huai on the top of the mountain saw this scene and murmured:
"For whom is the sword in my hand drawn? It is drawn out for all living beings. The brilliant swordsmanship cannot be regretted. I have received this will."
In the second half of the sentence, his eyes gradually became firmer.
"Wow!"
A faint light emerged on Zhao Huai's body.
Suddenly his mind became much more enlightened, and his accumulated swordsmanship realm finally broke through.
Officially entering the eighth realm of the Sword Classic - Returning to the Pure Land.
There is only one step away from becoming a saint in the way of swordsmanship.
"Damn it!"
Outside Lingshan, on the deck of the magic boat.
Even the elegant Situ Huan could not help but curse angrily.
The broken formation in front of them has regrouped into a Great Wall of Sword Qi, which is indestructible.
I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Demon Sect to continue to invade Lingshan in the future.
"Lord Mozi, the other four immortal sects are all here, it's time to leave."
Bloody Man Tu reminded lightly.
Although the four of them were not admitted to the Wuji Immortal Sect, they had eaten a sword that had been condensed for five hundred years by the sword holder. Their souls were damaged and their condition was much worse than before. Naturally, they could not fight with other ancestors of the Immortal Sect.
Situ Huan's face was filled with uncertainty. This mission was not completed. The Demon Lord will definitely hold him accountable when he returns!
There were two things I didn't take into account this time.
First, none of Hai Shengming's three corpses were dead.
Second, the strength of the sword wielder who has been hidden for hundreds of years in the Wuji Immortal Sect is so incredible.
"Don't worry, Demon. In a few years, Lingshan will collapse."
Han Ye Mo, who looked like an old dwarf, chuckled.
"oh?"
Situ Huan raised his eyebrows.
Han Ye Mo sneered: "Hai Shengming actually fused with the Good Corpse this time to resist us. Soon, the seal of False South China Sea will be loosened, and it will become increasingly uncontrollable. By then, even if the Demon Gate is not used, If we take action, Lingshan himself will not be able to hold on."
Bloody Man Tu also nodded in agreement: "Yes, the False South China Sea leads to other worlds. There are many great monsters with terrifying cultivation. Ten-thousand-year-old monster kings are common. The most terrifying ones are those monster emperors who have practiced for hundreds of thousands of years. Even if It was us who encountered it, and it was a huge headache."
"I hope so."
Situ Huan said coldly and ordered to return.
