Chapter 1252 The Ancient Temple

"Brother Yan, I understand your thoughts."

Su Zimo pondered for a while and said, "It's just that this matter is still a bit hasty. You and Li hate ended up fighting with each other, and both of you died. There are many flaws in this statement, and I am afraid many people will doubt it."

"It's just suspicion."

Yan Beichen said: "I didn't order Jane to stay in the sect. As long as I hide and don't get discovered, no one will remember me after a long time."

After a short pause, Yan Beichen pulled up the Shura Saber beside him with his backhand and handed it to Su Zimo, saying, "This Shura Saber is regarded as the magic weapon of the Shura Sect. You can think of a way to return this sword to the Shura Sect."

Yan Beichen even completely abandoned the Shura Saber, which had followed him for many years, showing his determination to quit the world of self-cultivation.

Su Zimo pondered slightly and said, "This is easy to handle. Throwing the Asura sword to an auction house for auction and releasing the news will naturally attract the Asura Sect cultivator to redeem the sword."

"Okay, let's do that."

Yan Beichen said, "It's inconvenient for me to show up, so I can only leave these matters to you."

Su Zimo did not refuse, but asked, "Brother Yan, are you really willing?"

Yan Beichen's eyes stayed on the body of the Shura sword for a long time, gradually hiding the nostalgia in his eyes, shaking his head resolutely: "There is nothing to give up, I am no longer Shura, I am not worthy of this sword, let it go back. it is good."

Seeing that Yan Beichen had made up his mind, Su Zimo stopped persuading him, clasped his fists and said, "Then I'll deal with this now and come back in a few days."

Su Zimo and Yan Beichen said goodbye and turned to leave.

After leaving this deep mountain, Su Zimo galloped all the way, and after about two hours, he saw a city of cultivation.

It was extremely lively inside, and countless monks walked with their swords.

Yuan Ying Zhenjun and Void Returning Daoist can be seen everywhere!

A city of this level is already quite prosperous, and there must be some large auction houses and trading houses.

Su Zimo hesitated for a long time, but still did not stop in this city and continued onward.

This place is a bit close to the place where Yan Beichen lives in seclusion. If the Asura sword is traded in this city, it is difficult to guarantee that people will not find it nearby.

Yan Beichen's exposure may be much greater!

Su Zimo continued to move forward, walked for a full day, came to another prosperous ancient city of self-cultivation, transformed himself into a gigantic man, and descended.

The next thing is much simpler.

He only needs to spread the news that Yan Beichen and Lihen Daojun are fighting.

This kind of explosive news does not need to be publicized at all. As long as it is released, it can quickly form a storm, spread by word of mouth, and cause an uproar!

This news is enough to cause the entire cultivation world to shake!

"Have you heard that Daojun Lihen, the first swordsman of the Demon Sect, returned and went to Yan Beichen again to fight for the title of Shura, but both of them died in battle!"

"No, that battle was quite tragic. It is said that mountains collapsed, rivers flooded, the sun and the moon faded, and the stars fell!"

"I heard that Yan Beichen originally had the upper hand, but as a result, Daojun Lihen was red-eyed and burst into Yuan mysticism. The Yuan Shen of the two of them was shaken, but no one was spared!"

"Oh! It's so tragic!"

In a restaurant in this ancient city, many comprehension circles gathered together and were discussing this matter, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

A lot of times, rumors are like this, and when they are passed on, they change their original appearance and become rumors.

Su Zimo was sitting by the window, drinking alone with a calm expression.

"Who knows if this battle is true or false?"

At this moment, a monk questioned.

"You don't know that. The Asura Sword was just sold at the Xuanshuang Auction House a few days ago, and was bought back by the Asura Sect."

Immediately, a monk said: "The Shura sword is something of Shura. If he hadn't died, how could he let this sword fall into the hands of outsiders."

"Who is selling the knife, do you see it?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a burly man."

"I heard it was a woman."

Many monks began to guess again.

After Su Zimo sold the Shura Sword, worried about what would happen, he stayed in this ancient city for a few days.

These days, it is nothing more than a variety of rumors, and nothing has changed.

Su Zimo threw down a few spirit stones and was about to leave this place and return to the deep mountain to inform Yan Beichen.

He just got up when a cultivator not far away suddenly said: "By the way, I heard that some cultivators have seen the ancient temple of the very beginning!"

"Really? Where is it?"

"It's in Yuchan Ridge!"

"The whereabouts of the ancient temple in the early days are erratic. Every time they show up, they will attract countless monks to go in and explore. I didn't expect to come to Zhongzhou!"

"I heard that there are countless ancient treasures in the ancient temple, many lost panaceas, and secret manuals, and there are countless more!"

Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart moved.

The Jiuzhuan revival pill is one of the lost spirit pills in ancient times.

And the nine-turn revival pill can heal Yan Beichen's Yuanshen's wound.

If this ancient temple really existed, there might be a rank nine revival pill in it!

However, he had never heard of the name of the ancient temple in the early days, so he had to ask carefully.

"Fellow Daoists, dare to ask what is the origin of this ancient temple?"

Su Zimo came to the group of monks, smiled slightly, and asked with his fists folded.

This time, he came to this ancient city to deal with the Asura sword. Worrying about the extracurricular branches, he hid his identity, changed his face, and even hid his cultivation realm, which looked unremarkable.

"Which one are you?"

A cultivator squinted at Su Zimo and asked with smacking his lips.

"Why, you also want to go to the ancient temple of Taichu?"

A monk looked mocking and asked with a smile.

"Right on my mind."

Su Zimo nodded.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The group of cultivators looked at each other and laughed, looking at Su Zimo as if they were looking at an idiot.

"Just because you want to go to the ancient temple of Taichu, and don't look at your own weight!"

A Taoist returning to the virtual world sneered: "Even if I am a Taoist Qingming, I would not dare to set foot in the ancient temple of the very beginning. What are you!"

Su Zimo's expression turned cold, and he directly exuded the aura of Fa Xiangjing. He said coldly, "Do you say it again?"

As soon as the voice fell, the temperature of the entire restaurant plummeted!

In this ancient city, although True Lord Yuanying and Daoist Returning to the Void can be seen everywhere, there are not many Daoist Masters of Faxiang.

Most of this group of monks are Yuanying True Monarchs, and there are only a few Daoists who return to the virtual world. They were shocked by Su Zimo's lawful aura on the spot, and their faces were pale!

"Daojun calm down, I, I don't know your identity, so I have offended you, please forgive me!"

The Void Returning Daoist was so frightened that his forehead sweated, and he bowed again and again.

The group cultivator, who just laughed, didn't dare to say a word.

If Lord Faxiang Dao was angry and killed them, no one could stop them!