Chapter 711
Countless cracks had already appeared on the ground under Jing Jiu's body. If this wasn't the core of the Yunmeng Formation, where the ground was as solid as a magic weapon, I'm afraid it would crush his people into the ground.
As heavy as a mountain, this is one of the most important characteristics of Jing Yunzhong.
Qilin looked at the Jingyun clock in his hand, the disbelief and anger in his eyes gradually turned into fear and fear, even his breathing became a lot faster, his front hooves kept kicking the ground lightly, his waist sank slightly, not thinking of running away, but preparing to kneel...
Jingyun Bell is the treasure of the Zhongzhou School. It possesses unimaginable power. It cannot be cast from a distance like a magic weapon, but if it rings in the ears of a practitioner, no matter if it is a giant or a so-called exiled immortal, his soul will be broken and he would die of pain.
In the battle of Chaoge City back then, even Sanyue was extremely afraid of Jing Yunzhong in the hands of Daoist Tan, and just yesterday, the most powerful underworld Master Ming almost died because of Tong Yan's surprise attack with Jing Yunzhong.
Now no one in the world can match Jing Jiu's speed. If he is asked to chase the opponent with the Jingyun Clock and keep ringing, it is indeed an unsolvable killer move.
The problem is that Qilin is a real ancient beast, possessing unimaginable natural coercion and state strength. As he himself said, he does not know how many tricks he has hidden. Logically speaking, even if he is afraid of Jing Yunzhong in Jing Jiu's hand, he will not be afraid of becoming what he is now. It is simply worse than Ah Da.
what is this?
"It is said that the Jingyun Bell is your natural god, and it has been tied around your neck since ancient times."
Jing Jiu looked at Qilin and said, "And I don't believe in any myths or legends."
He himself is the legend of Chaotian Continent, so he naturally knows that legends are often far from the truth, but there are some inexplicable connections.
For example, there are legends in the practice world that Emperor Xiao is hiding in a tortoise shell, which is obviously influenced by the Yuan tortoise. In fact, it is just a strange treasure that can be called the strongest in the world, sometimes it is a turtle shell, sometimes it is a river clam, if Emperor Xiao is willing, he can even turn it into a palace.
And at some point, this connection is even more interesting, and the legend and the truth are even diametrically opposed.
If Jing Yunzhong is not a natural god of Qilin, why is it always tied around its neck, and why does it become a magic weapon that can only be held by the head of the Zhongzhou School?
He only needed to make simple inferences, and he got an answer that was close to the truth.
In fact, he and Daoist Taiping had this answer hundreds of years ago, but it was only confirmed today through Qilin's reaction.
Jing Yunzhong is not a natural god of Qilin, but a god that restrains it. It may be born naturally from heaven and earth, it may be refined by a certain powerful person in ancient times, or it may be cast by the founder of the Zhongzhou School.
The Qingshan School has the Chengtian scabbard to restrain everything with a sword, which is the same reason.
Hearing Jing Jiu's words, Qilin knew that he understood the real purpose of Jing Yunzhong. Anger flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he forcibly suppressed the trembling in his heart, and said, "Isn't it a little too much for you to use the treasure of the Zhongzhou School to deal with me, the divine beast of the Zhongzhou School?"
Jing Jiu said, "Very suitable."
Qilin shouted desperately and angrily: "This matter has nothing to do with me!"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm also very surprised why Bai Yuan didn't bring you with him when he did this."
Qilin said: "I am a master of the Immortal family, it doesn't matter if I kill a few people occasionally, how can I do such a thing, not afraid that Heaven will accept me?"
Naturally, the changes in the breath of heaven and earth cannot be concealed from the perception of this ancient beast.
"Really, please calm down, that girl Bai Yuan is obviously crazy to do such a heinous thing."
Qilin looked at Jing Jiu helplessly and said, "If that's the case, why would she care about my life?"
Jing Jiu said, "So, even if she knew I was going to kill you, she wouldn't show up?"
Qilin said seriously: "Not bad."
"If I don't kill her within an hour, I'll come back and kill you."
After Jing Jiu finished speaking, he put away Jing Yunzhong, turned around and left Yunmeng Mountain.
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That bright sword light broke through the endless clouds and fog, and returned to the fields and mountains and rivers of Chaotian Continent, flying and traveling at an unimaginable speed.
Jian Guang saw the whole world, and was seen by the whole world.
Ordinary people in the countryside and towns thought they had seen an ominous daytime meteor, and felt that it was bad luck, so they kept spitting.
Naturally, people from various sects of practice don't think so. Looking at the fleeting sword light in the sky, they feel infinite awe and yearning in their hearts.
On a certain huge cloud boat, Tan Zhenren put away his bloody handkerchief, looked at the sword light constantly shining between the sky and the earth, the wrinkles on his broad forehead deepened, and he sighed.
The people in Qingshan naturally also saw the sword light, and their emotions and reactions were different.
On the top of Shenmo Peak, Liu Shisui clasped his hands together, reciting the scriptures he learned from Guocheng Temple in a low voice. Yuan Qu held a pen and paper, and kept calculating the speed of the sword light and the number of passages into the underworld. He wanted to figure out how long it would take for the Master Master to find Master Bai. Zhuo Rusui was lying on the bamboo chair with his head in his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.
When the sword light was traveling through the world, Ping Yongjia kept holding the sword formula in the sword peak.
His face was pale, his sword intent was exhausted, and he kept trembling at the fingers in the sky.
Rather than saying that he is controlling the sword, in fact, the current situation is more like the sword light pulling his will.
Zhao Layue didn't look at the sword light in the sky, but stared at Ping Yongjia's face from the beginning to the end.
Guangyuan Zhenren thought she was worried that Ping Yongjia would not be able to hold on, which would cause the head master to be unable to continue to use the sword. Nanwang thought she was thinking about the method of replacing Ping Yongjia with the acquired invisible sword body. Only Qing'er knew that besides these, she had another idea that no one should know.
"Do you want to observe his weakness so that you can kill him at any time in the future?"
Qing'er flew behind Zhao Layue, and asked cautiously with her spiritual sense.
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, then nodded imperceptibly.
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That sword light went everywhere in the world.
Master Bai went wherever he might be.
Jing Jiu checked Leng Shan and other passages leading to the underworld, and even went to the maelstrom and the underworld, and finally stayed by the East China Sea for a while.
In the end, he found nothing, and the time was up, so he returned to Yunmeng Mountain again, entered the deepest part of the Yunmeng formation, and came to Qilin's body.
"I thought you would try to escape." Jing Jiu said.
Qilin looked at his pale face and the somewhat dim but crazy light in his eyes, knowing that he was really going to draw the sword, and said angrily, "Can I be faster than you?"
Jing Jiu said, "You can hide like Bai Yuan."
Qilin said helplessly: "Can you stop trying me? I really don't know where she is, and I don't know what method she used to hide her breath."
Jing Jiu said, "Then I have no choice but to kill you."
Qilin's eyes revealed a smug and cold look, and he said, "But I just thought of something."
Jing Jiu took out the Jingyun clock, but did not speak.
Qilin said urgently: "Have you forgotten Tianshou Mountain?"
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Tianshou Mountain is in the southeast direction of Chaotian Continent, and it is still some distance away from Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple.
This mountain is green and green, with very few clouds and fog. It is the mausoleum of the former dynasty. It was occupied by the Wuen Sect many years ago and became the seat of the sect.
Back then, Pei Baifa left the world after the battle with the Sword God of the West Sea, and the Wu'en Sect lost its master, and was forced to close the mountain to protect itself. Except for the unnamed disciple Liu Shisui, no one appeared again.
The mausoleum of the former dynasty has a formation that shields the aura, and the Wuenmen activated a large formation to seal the mountain, which can be said to isolate the world. No wonder no one can perceive the aura of Master Bai.
More importantly, there is also a passage leading to the underworld under the mausoleum of the former dynasty. The Wuenmen have guarded this passage for generations, and it is unknown how many people died.
The verdant cliff was illuminated by the sword light, and then quickly returned to normal.
The mountain wind blew the white clothes, bringing up strands, which merged with the gradually fading sword light.
Jing Jiu stood on the cloud, looked at the rolling hills below, raised his eyebrows slightly again, like a sword about to be unsheathed.
Qingshan Sect and Wuenmen have been friends for generations, and he also wandered here many years ago, but he didn't like the atmosphere here very much.
It has nothing to do with the Yin Qi of the mausoleum, nor the wind from the underworld.
The emperors and empresses of the previous dynasty are buried in this mountain mausoleum, but he is a descendant of the Jing family, so it feels a little wrong.
The formation of the former imperial mausoleum is not worth mentioning to him, but the formation of Wuenmen's mountain closure is indeed a bit powerful, like an invisible and indestructible cover covering the ground for hundreds of miles, blocking all the sun, rain and dew outside.
But Jing Jiu is really good at cutting.
His eyes fell on Tianshou Mountain, and he quickly looked through every cliff and even every ancient tree, and found the only passage for this formation.
The Green Mountain Sect and the Wu'en Sect are allies who share life and death. It would be inappropriate for him, the head of the Green Mountain Sect, to break the formation directly, but he didn't think about it, and flew over there directly.
The bright sword light illuminates an ancient tree, breaks the bark, disappears instantly, and when it reappears, it has already entered the formation.
The elders and disciples of the Wuen Sect were all practicing in secluded cultivation in the cave, and did not perceive the arrival of this sword light. The sharp sword intent only disturbed countless fallen leaves.
With the isolation of the closed mountain formation, the cold and heat here are not consistent with Chaotian Continent, it seems that it is still autumn.
The yellow leaves are flying like countless butterflies.
Jian Guang broke through countless pieces of yellow leaves, came to the main hall of Wu'en Gate, quietly broke through the extremely thick stone gate, and continued towards the depths of Tianshou Mountain.
This main hall is the front temple of the mausoleum of the former dynasty, and going inside is the interior of the mausoleum.
Countless crisp and slight cracking sounds sounded, and the sword light broke through dozens of stone walls in succession, passed through the seven-story palace, and finally reached the deepest part of the mausoleum.
This mausoleum is buried with a famous tyrant in the former dynasty. It has an unusual system and a tall tomb.
The coffin made of white jade in the center of the tomb exudes a cold smell.
Master Bai was hiding in that white jade coffin.
There was a light rubbing sound.
The white jade coffin was broken, and the bright sword light floated in, but... stopped.
This sword light once cut a gorge and raised a mountain, no one can resist it in the sky and on the earth, but at this time it was blocked by something!
It's the most unimaginable thing in the world.
The sword light was still.
Fragments of the white jade coffin fell like snowflakes.
Jing Jiu's figure appeared.
Master Bai looked at him quietly, holding a clam in his hand.
Jing Jiu's finger was caught by the clam shell.