Chapter 844 Ancient Sword Sect

The woman looked at Chen Luo nervously, her consciousness scanning his body over and over again, as if to confirm whether he was injured.

"It's all solved."

Chen Luo nodded, but as soon as the words came out, he instinctively felt something was wrong. The expression on the face of the woman standing opposite him became extremely strange, and the surrounding scene seemed to melt and began to appear pattern-like distortions. The woman who was standing in front of him has disappeared now.

The bustling market turned into a long dark street, and the sky turned yin and yang, turning from day to night.

"Lingxuzi, you should have died long ago."

A faint voice floated from above.

A white cold mist blew along the street, a few pieces of yellow paper money were mixed in, and the lanterns on the roadside in the distance swayed "squeaking, squeaking". Chen Luo dispersed his consciousness and scanned the surroundings over and over again, but saw no one.

"who?"

"The Immortal Scripture cannot be touched." The voice faded away and could no longer be searched.

The master of Silkworm Gu?

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that Lingxuzi's enemies were chasing him again before the nine tomb-suppressing clans came to find him. When Master Yangji surrounded the mountain before, Chen Luo felt something was wrong. Now it seemed that Lingxuzi knew something he shouldn't know.

Buzz! !

Chen Luo's whole body transformed into a ray of spiritual power, and his translucent spiritual arm accurately caught an incoming arrow. The arrow was like a living thing. It kept twisting after being pinched by him. It struggled for a while before settling down, and finally turned into black ash and floated away.

"The Immortal Sutra."

Chen Luo once again took out the fragment from the cave gourd.

He had carefully read through this page of the Immortal Sutra, and found that there was nothing special about it. There was no connection between the front and back, so even if he wanted to practice, he would not be able to practice. Is it really necessary to pay so much attention to such an incomplete skill? Or maybe there was some secret in it that he wasn't aware of.

‘Perhaps the blood text is hidden. ’

‘It could be a hand print. ’

‘Secret residual pictures.’

In an instant, dozens of guessing thoughts popped up in the external brain.

Chen Luo suppressed these thoughts and prepared to try them one by one after he was free for a while.

call out!

Suddenly, the wooden door of the building on the left opened, and a black coffin flew out from inside. At the same time, the windows on the second floors of the streets on both sides opened, and hundreds of white silks flew out like spider webs. Waves of ghostly laughter began to echo in the air.

Chen Luo raised his right hand, and the nine-headed lion's brain instantly became active.

rub! !

The scorching flame centered on his palm and instantly turned into a huge scorching sun, crushing it out indiscriminately. The flying coffin started burning on its own before it even got close to him, turning into a huge fire stick and exploding in the air. Bai Ling, who flew over, also turned into a fire snake, and the cries that floated in her ears turned into screams.

"ah!!!"

After the crisp crackling sound, the surrounding scenes quickly disappeared. When Chen Luo focused his eyes again, he found that he was back on the long street.

The woman who was standing across from him talking to him turned pale.

"You're not"

puff! !

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then a ball of sun fire lit up from the center of her eyebrows, burning her to charcoal in the blink of an eye. A black six-winged Gu worm emerged from it. After seeing Chen Luo, this 'zi worm' chose to self-destruct on the spot without even thinking about it.

"How dare you drag me into the world of spirits."

Chen Luo reached out and took away the woman's storage bag. After confirming that there was nothing valuable, he turned and left the place.

After a while, the monk in charge of public security in Fang City flew over. He first checked around the corpses and confirmed that there were no useful clues before asking the nearby shop owners.

"What happened?"

"There was an old man in white before, and he is here."

The shop owner who was questioned quickly described what he saw. After hearing the color of the token on the waist of the old man in white, the expression of the monk in charge of public security in Fang City changed slightly, and then he quickly waved his hand and took it away hastily on the ground. After the charred remains, there was no further investigation.

As the guards of Baihuafang City, they are naturally aware of the auctions being held by the higher-ups recently. In this situation, they already knew exactly who they could mess with and who they couldn't mess with. The identity token described by the store owner is the first type of person they ‘cannot mess with’.

Even if such a person commits a crime, it is not something that these little minions can interfere with. The most they can do is report the matter to the police.

How to handle it specifically depends on the upper management.

Every city has its own rules, but these rules can often be flexible.

"Lingxuzi is also in a lot of trouble."

Returning to his residence, Chen Luo sat cross-legged in the room and began to think about a series of things he encountered after coming here to cultivate the world of immortality.

The most important reason for this situation is that the trouble with the Upper Nine Sects has not been solved. The problem with the Soul Chasing Mirror prevents him from switching identities at will. The second point is the trouble with Lingxu Dongtian. Although Lingxu Dongtian is known as a medium-sized force, there are only a handful of people available in the sect. Except for the three disciples of Zhong Yan, the rest are all vassal forces. This plan allows the four people in Lingxu Dongtian to enjoy the most concentrated resources. But at the same time, Lingxu Dongtian's power will be much weaker than that of the same level sects. The entire sect is almost entirely supported by Lingxuzi. Once Lingxuzi has problems, the entire sect will be affected and even decline rapidly. This has been proven before.

"So there are two things I have to do now. The first thing is to solve the Soul Chasing Mirror of the Upper Nine Sects, and the second thing is to strengthen Lingxu Dongtian and make it a usable force."

A new plan took shape in Chen Luo's mind.

Ancient Sword Dongtian.

Blue sea and blue sky, white clouds like gauze.

Deep in the clouds and mist, there is a huge floating island. The island is covered with green moss. Several rivers flow out of the island, forming floating waterfalls. The drifting water raises a lot of water vapor, forming a rainbow bridge, which looks very spectacular.

In the center of the island, there stands a huge ancient sword.

Below the giant sword, there is a row of thatched houses, which looks like a farm village. However, this village does not have much smoke and fire. There is only a group of children sitting cross-legged in the middle of the yard, closing their eyes and meditating.

Wan Ji sits cross-legged above.

His gray beard falls to his chest, and the gray and white twilight air visible to the naked eye surrounds his body, giving people the illusion of dying.

Behind him, two people stand on the left and right.

On the left is a man wearing a clean white gown. He looks about forty years old. His breath is mixed with a little white in his drooping bangs, giving people an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. The female cultivator on the right looked about 20 years old, with a cold face. She was like a sharp sword without emotion. You could feel the powerful sword intent emanating from her body without getting close to her.

"All failed?"

Wan Ji withdrew his gaze from the child below and asked as if he was talking to himself.

"There is still one who is not dead."

The man on the left responded. His name was Chi Jian. He was the first disciple of Wan Ji and the strongest person in the entire Ancient Sword Sect except Wan Ji.

"One?"

Wan Ji shook his head, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the giant sword towering into the sky behind him.

Immortal weapon - ancient sword.

This is the foundation of their Ancient Sword Sect, and it is also the curse of their Ancient Sword Sect.

Everyone in the world of immortal cultivation only saw that their Ancient Sword Sect cultivators relied on the immortal weapon ancient sword to reincarnate and maintain their own spiritual wisdom. But no one knew that the ancient sword would erode their mind. The more times they reincarnate, the more things they forget.

This silent erosion is the most terrible.

Wan Ji has experienced nine lives in total, and this life has come to an end. Not counting the number of failures in the middle, Wan Ji has lived for more than 25,000 years. For everyone in the world of immortal cultivation, Wan Ji is a living fossil.

Even those immortals who claim to have "Linchen Zhenxian" rarely reach his age.

But at this point, Wan Ji is almost at his limit.

He has a premonition that if he sits down and dies this time, what awaits him will not be the tenth time, but that the ancient sword behind him will completely devour his soul and will and become part of the immortal weapon. In order to get rid of this curse, Wan Ji has been looking for a way to save himself. During his seventh reincarnation, he found a seemingly feasible way.

'Immortal Soul! '

There is an article in the True Immortal Sutra that records a road called 'Immortal Soul'. Use the great heavenly tribulation to abandon a part of your original self and derive a new body from your soul. This road was called 'Sanxian' in ancient times, but Wan Ji prefers to call it the 'Immortal Soul Road'.

Ever since he got this scripture, Wan Ji has been trying.

He has collected countless sword geniuses from all over the world, and there are some seeds that even he is amazed by.

Wan Ji passed the "Immortal Soul" chapter to them and asked these children to practice.

At the beginning, Wan Ji was full of hope.

But the result was that his hope was wiped out again and again. Even those most dazzling geniuses could not practice the Immortal Soul. In the repeated failures, he reincarnated twice. Until this life, he finally heard good news.

Among those losers who were abandoned by him, two survived.

It's a pity that these two people did not appreciate him, but regarded him as the biggest enemy. Not long ago, a half-finished life card was completely broken, which broke his thoughts.

"I heard that several people escaped from the Emperor's Tomb?"

Wan Ji turned his head and looked at another female disciple.

This girl's name is Yuyan. She is Wan Ji's second disciple and a strong person under him who is responsible for the affairs of the Emperor's Tomb. On weekdays, when Wan Ji is in seclusion, Yuyan handles most of the affairs.

"Three people."

Yuyan immediately responded respectfully and reported the latest news.

She has been dealing with this matter recently, but the difficulty of the matter exceeded her expectations. None of the three people who escaped are easy to deal with, especially the leader, who actually has the aura of immortals. The remaining two people are more cunning than each other. In order to deal with them, Yuyan has gone to the Refining Pavilion and asked for three soul-chasing mirrors.

"The aura of immortals. That emperor is also restless and has been dead for so many years."

Sensing the information transmitted by Yuyan, Wan Ji sighed.

Nine clans guarding the tomb.

Only they themselves know who they are. There is no such thing as a "tomb-guarding clan" in this world. It is clearly nine "guards" guarding the cemetery. (End of this chapter)