Chapter 833: The Ancient Kirin Clan, The Sword of the Anomaly

Today, the Feitian Sect is already the leading force in the southwest of Yalong Ridge.

I don’t know how many monks look to the Feitian Sect for a living.

On the business road leading to Feitian Gate, there are always a lot of traffic and people, and it is always very lively.

There were monks from all walks of life shuttled back and forth, some were hurriedly carrying their luggage, some were walking together and chatting and laughing, or some were flying magical instruments in the sky.

On this day, the sun shone on the ancient trees on both sides of the road, and mottled light and shadow swayed on the ground.

The tea stalls on the roadside were filled with low-level monks taking a rest.

While drinking crude tea, these people talked enthusiastically about the heroes in the world, and the atmosphere was particularly lively.

In the corner of the tea stall, there sat an old man with gray hair, wearing a gray cloth that had been washed a little white, and an old wind-milled copper dry tobacco bag on his waist.

The next moment, the old man slowly pinched a handful of tobacco leaves from the tobacco bag, stuffed it into the pot, lit it with a fire stick, and then took a deep breath. The smoke he exhaled slowly spread out in the air, and there was something special about it. It's leisurely, but also has a taste of vicissitudes of life.

The old man smacked his lips and slapped the wooden door in front of him. The sound was not loud, which attracted the attention of several people around him.

"Everyone, today you come here to drink tea and talk about this hero and that hero. In my opinion, the world of spiritual practice seems to be blooming with flowers, but in fact there is a hidden crisis."

"The Sky-Splitting Sword Sect is so powerful. Not long ago, it was wiped out by Taixu Dao Sect, Feitian Sect and many other sects. The world is really full of chaos, ever-changing and unpredictable."

Someone below spoke again.

"Yes, this time I heard that even the monks from the Demon Realm appeared in the Sky Splitting Sword Sect. The Yuanshen Taoist Zisha Old Demon brought the demons to attack, but he did not expect to be blocked by the Feitian Sect's swords and swords. And his arms were chopped off!”

"Afterwards, many sects of the Sword Alliance went to Feitian Sect to hold accountable, but they did not expect to be kicked out by the Sword and Sword Master. They were so dejected that they did not dare to say a word. They really laughed it off."

"hiss!"

Hearing this, there was a sudden cry of exclamation below.

"So powerful, this master of swords and swords has come all the way from an ordinary monk. It's really inspiring."

"He has fought Yuanshen Taoist twice. The last time he fought against Yuanshen Taoist Lu Yu was not so fierce. He just barely resisted Lu Yu's attack. Now he can actually cut off the arms of the old Zisha demon. Although There are people and the help of Yuanshen Taoist tools, but it is simply unimaginable to kill Taoists with the help of Dharma."

"Come to think of it, this Ancestor Ye is not far away from the Taoist Ancestor!"

"The combat power of the sword is far superior to that of other cultivators. I heard that this time the opponent has harvested another Yuanshen Taoist weapon. Now he can be regarded as half a Yuanshen Taoist."

But he never thought that at this moment, the old man at the head sighed.

"Although Feitian Clan's swordsmanship is extremely powerful, and Feitian Clan is now quite famous. There are many masters in the sect, and there are many techniques and magic weapons, but after all, there is still no Yuan Shen Dao realm to suppress one party. After all, it is still missing. Whatever you order, it’s a huge difference.”

As the old man spoke, he took another puff of dry cigarette and his eyes became a little deeper.

"In this world of cultivation, if a sect wants to prosper for a long time and remain invincible, it cannot just rely on those ordinary masters. It must have strong men in the Yuan Shen realm to take charge. Only then can it have a stable foundation. Feitianmen Although there have been some talents in recent years, at this top level, there is still some shortcomings.”

After everyone heard this, they all nodded slightly, feeling that what the old man said seemed to make sense.

At this moment, a young junior in the crowd, dressed in smart clothes, frowned and showed dissatisfaction.

"Wrong. Not long ago, there was a riot in Feitianmen's spiritual energy. It is suspected that someone has broken through the realm somewhere. Maybe that Ancestor Ye has broken through the realm of Yuanshen."

"Yes, my father-in-law, what you said is a bit biased. How can you underestimate the Feitian Sect so much."

At first glance, these people were supporters of Ye Yang in the Feitian Sect. They usually admired Ye Yang, but now they heard the old man comment like this.

He couldn't help but retort, still with a somewhat unconvinced look on his face.

Just when everyone thought the controversy was about to end.

Suddenly there was a rushing sound from the other end of the trade road.

Everyone turned around and saw a group of mysterious people dressed in black rushing towards them. The dust they raised formed a cloud of dust behind them. Their menacing appearance made everyone feel wary. The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense.

On the business road, the sun was still shining warmly, but the original leisurely atmosphere was long gone.

At this moment, the group of people stared with wide eyes, staring at the group of figures gradually becoming clearer in the distance, their eyes full of astonishment.

"Oh my god, this...this is actually a member of the ancient Qilin clan!"

When the smoke and dust dispersed, the specific faces of the group of people were revealed. They were all riding strange beasts, with majestic postures, and a faint halo seemed to surround them.

The strange beast looked like the legendary unicorn, with a single horn on its head, and its body was covered with strange scales. When its four hooves stepped on the ground, a whirlwind of spiritual energy spread out.

The people on the back were all dressed in blue clothes. The blue color was pure and deep, as if the most tranquil spiritual energy in the world had gathered together. When the corners of the clothes were dancing in the wind, the clothes and hats fell down, revealing the unicorns inside. Like a head.

Everyone around him gasped, their faces full of shock.

The legends about the ancient Qilin tribe have always existed only in ancient classics and oral stories.

This ethnic group once had extraordinary abilities. There were many strong men in the tribe. They had the bloodline of the ancient beast Qilin. They had left a mark in every historical turmoil.

But for some unknown reason, after a certain period of time, the Qilin tribe seemed to have disappeared from the world, with no trace left.

Over time, everyone thought that this ethnic group had become extinct and became a dust in history.

"Why did this Qilin tribe suddenly appear? Could it be that something happened that caused them to reappear in the practice world?"

One of the monks muttered to himself with a confused look on his face.

A person next to him quickly answered.

"No, judging from their posture, they are heading towards Feitianmen. I don't know what kind of medicine they are selling in their gourds. This Qilin tribe has disappeared for so long, and now it reappears, it must have some purpose. If it comes to Feitianmen, I’m afraid it’s going to cause quite a stir.”

Everyone nodded one after another, their hearts full of worry and curiosity, and various speculations came and went among the crowd.

"Perhaps it was Feitian Sect's recent breakthrough by the flying turtles that led to the Qilin tribe."

"I don't think it's that simple. The ancient Qilin tribe has always been mysterious. Their behavior is different from ordinary people. Maybe this time they appear, something big is about to happen."

As for the group of Qilin tribesmen riding Qilin beasts, they seemed to be oblivious to the astonishment and comments of the people around them.

Still looking calm, he rode the Qilin Beast forward slowly, and soon passed everyone.

"Everyone, please work harder! Fellow Daoist Ye has finally returned to the sect during this period. We are here with heavy gifts this time. The ancestor's injury has reached the final moment, and we cannot delay it any longer no matter what!"

Inside the Feitian Gate.

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Ye Yang walked into a specially built quiet room.

As soon as he entered it, Ye Yang felt a hot and majestic wave of spiritual power coming towards his face, and the air around him seemed to be distorted by this force.

Ye Yang has always wanted to refine the magic sword obtained from Tianfo Reincarnation Temple and merge it with the Drinking Sword.

However, he was limited by his cultivation and did not take action before. Now that he has achieved another breakthrough in cultivation, he feels more confident.

Go further ahead.

In the dim confinement, dozens of steadfast old monks were sitting in a circle, all with solemn expressions, chanting the Diamond Sword Refining Heart Sutra.

The low and solemn chanting of scriptures, like ancient mantras, echoed over the square.

It seems to be penetrating the many obstacles between heaven and earth, communicating with some mysterious power.

"This is my heart, protected by Vajra, and all things in the sky are pure."

In the center of a dozen old monks, along with the movement of the formation, a huge magic sword was placed.

The blade of the demonic sword is wide, like a wound from the sky, and the whole body exudes a strange black light, as if it is an evil thing fished out from the Nine Nether Hell. There are faint dark red lines flowing on it, which seems to be a seal of endless The resentment and evil spirit make people feel chilled in their hearts just by looking at it.

There seemed to be strands of chill crawling up his spine.

At this moment, the magic sword was shrouded in the formation, and the surrounding spiritual power was like a substantial thread, constantly wrapping around it.

Amidst the chanting of the old monks, those spiritual threads gradually merged into the magic sword. With each thread incorporated, the light of the magic sword flickered a little.

The evil energy that was originally breathtaking also surged, seemingly resisting the refining process, but was firmly suppressed by the power of the Diamond Sword Refining Heart Sutra and the formation.

Ye Yang's eyes fell on the magic knife, and a trace of heat flashed in his eyes.

In the past, this magic sword caused countless bloody storms in the snowy mountains of the Western Regions. Many masters tried to refine it and use it for their own purposes.

But either the evil spirit in the magic knife invaded the mind and turned into a human or a ghost, or the person simply could not withstand the backlash of spiritual power when refining it, and ended up being seriously injured or even killed.

Since this magic sword came to Feitian Sect, it has been refined day and night by dozens of old monks in Feitian Sect, and a lot of the demonic and evil energy on it has been eliminated.

Today, after his soul has been transformed into a spirit, both his state of mind and the depth of his spiritual power are far beyond those of ordinary people.

If he can successfully refine this magic sword and use it for himself, his strength will surely reach a higher level.

Ye Yang slowly approached the formation. The old monks noticed his arrival, but were not distracted. They continued to recite the scriptures and just nodded slightly.

Ye Yang didn't say much. He stood on the edge of the formation, carefully observing the changes in the magic knife. At the same time, he secretly circulated the magic power in his body, trying to feel the spiritual interaction between the magic knife and the formation, hoping to find a meaning in it. The right opportunity to join in the refining process.

It seemed that it had sensed Ye Yang's arrival, and the resistance of the magic sword became stronger. The originally relatively stable formation began to fluctuate slightly, as if it was overwhelmed.

The surrounding spiritual energy also became chaotic, and some strands even rushed towards Ye Yang's direction.

Ye Yang snorted coldly, waved his hands, and the mana in his body surged out, instantly turning into a barrier, blocking the disordered spiritual power. Under the sunlight, the spiritual power barrier flashed with colorful light, like a solid wall.

The old monks noticed the abnormality of the formation, and the chanting became more and more urgent, and fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of their foreheads.

But the magic knife seemed to be getting more and more crazy, and bursts of piercing buzzing sounds came from the blade, as if it was roaring angrily. The sound went straight into the ears, making people feel a splitting headache.

Seeing this, Ye Yang knew that he couldn't wait any longer. He took a deep breath, his eyes became extremely firm, and he stepped into the formation.

The moment he stepped in, a strong suction came from the magic knife, and a strong knife-number evil spirit swept towards Ye Yang.

The black evil spirit was like billowing smoke, with a smell of rottenness and blood, and enveloped Ye Yang in the blink of an eye.

Ye Yang frowned, but was not afraid at all. Thousands of sword and knife auras split into two entangled dragons, with clear longitude and latitude, and rushed towards the evil spirit. The sword and knife auras collided with the evil spirit, making crackling sounds, like firecrackers exploding, with sparks flying everywhere. (End of this chapter)