Chapter 555 Test Su Jie's Strength

"Su Jie, this time you will go ahead on behalf of our Ghost Ridge Palace to understand the current situation at the Tianhun Gate."

In front of the mountain gate of Guiling Palace, Zhang Junwei looked serious and gave Su Jie instructions.

"Bring this thing with you, it might save your life at a critical moment."

Qiu Laodao came up and handed Su Jie a colorful snake vood. This kind of snake vood was cultivated by Qiu Laodao himself. It is a unique and special kind of voodoo that can heal physical injuries very quickly.

"Sect Master, Master, I will not let the reputation of our Ghost Ridge Palace fall."

Su Jie nodded heavily and put the things away.

After being promoted to the Daotai realm, Su Jie returned to Ghost Ridge Palace and was immediately notified that he would be the first group of people from Ghost Ridge Palace to assist the Tianhun Sect. As the leader of the team, he would order the other three accompanying elders. , as well as 32 inner disciples and more than 1,500 outer disciples.

"Don't act recklessly. If you are attacked by the right people, run away as fast as you can. Those right people like to play group fights the most."

Zhang Junwei patted Su Jie on the shoulder and spoke seriously.

"When you encounter Daotai realm, don't hesitate, just run."

Qiu Laodao added, emphasizing that Su Jie's identity is very sensitive. As a demonic immortal seedling, if he encounters a righteous Taoist realm, he will never be merciful and kill him in advance.

Su Jie did not reveal his cultivation level at the first level of the Taoist realm. As long as Su Jie did not take the initiative to reveal it, even Zhang Junwei, a Taoist realm, would not be able to see through it.

"There is nothing to be afraid of in the righteous people. They all have one head and two arms. Of course, if I can't beat them, I will definitely run away."

Su Jie responded with a smile.

"Just be mentally prepared and go ahead."

Zhang Junwei didn't say much. They were both strong men in the secret realm. He was just worried that Su Jie had too little experience in the world.

Su Jie said goodbye to Qiu Laodao and returned to the Little Thousand Flying Dharma Boat.

"set sail."

As soon as Su Jie finished speaking, Zhu Changqi had already called many Puppet Hall disciples to activate the Flying Ark.

The huge Dharma boat soared up into the sky, carrying thousands of disciples, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

There are hundreds of disciples from the Puppet Sect on the Dharma Boat. On this trip, Su Jie took the Thousand Hands Dharma Boat out. Such a large Dharma Boat needs the disciples of the Puppet Hall to control and maintain its operation. Moreover, if it is damaged in the battle, With a group of engineers like the Puppet Hall disciples, we can perform maintenance anytime and anywhere.

Nanyang City is the headquarters of Tianhun Sect.

In a city hundreds of miles away from Nanyang City, a battle is going on here.

A loud noise was heard, several houses were shaken down, and a figure fled out in embarrassment, about to fly away into the sky.

In mid-air, a young girl slowly fell down. Her skin was as delicate as gelatin, with a faint sheen, like frost and snow under the moonlight, which was both cold and otherworldly.

Her long hair falls like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance. Her posture is elegant and mysterious, like a woman walking out of a painting.

This is Mo Siyao, a disciple of Miaoyin Guan. In the past, she was only at the tenth level of the Yunling Realm. She completed the breakthrough from the Yunling Realm to the Secret Treasure Realm, and now has a first-level cultivation of the Secret Treasure Realm.

Seeing that the man was about to flee, Mo Shiyao stretched out her jade hand and shouted softly: "Tian Yin - Beacon Fire Blade."

The void trembled, and red sharp blades condensed, staring the escaping man to the ground.

Uh-huh!

The man's face was in pain, his skin was ulcerated, and a ferocious ghost with bright red muscles emerged from it, leaving only a layer of human skin on the ground.

This man was an elder from the Tianhun Sect who went out to inquire for information. Unexpectedly, he was discovered outside. He met a group of righteous genius disciples and was surrounded and beaten.

"Where can the bastards from Tianhun Sect escape?"

A loud shout came from the sky again, and a man with an imposing figure stepped on the white waves and held a trident. The roaring waves turned into a water dragon, restraining the man and making him unable to move.

Yu Wenjing from Guanchao Pavilion is very powerful, and his strength has also been promoted to the secret realm.

"Amitabha! The donor has so many sins on his body, why should he struggle so hard? Why not go back to our Lingfa Temple, where the poor monks will chant sutras to the donor every day, and wash away the sins on his body, so that he can be a new person."

A man and a woman appeared in the sky again. The man was a young monk dressed simply, barefoot, holding a bamboo stick in one hand and a scroll in the other, dressed like an ascetic.

The woman is a young nun, with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows. Her eyebrows are long and powerful, like two golden swords. She is wearing a plain white monk's robe, which is simple but exudes a solemn beauty.

The two are He Wenfeng from Jingzhou Lingfa Temple and Jiang Lin from Jingyu Temple. They are also in the secret realm.

"Bah, you hypocritical bald donkeys want to tame me, Grandpa, I won't give you an advantage until my death."

The Tianhunmen elder scolded angrily, struggling to make a desperate move.

"Hmph, you demon cultivators really don't know what is good and what is good. Since you want to die, Master Tao, I will help you."

A ray of cold light fell from the sky and turned into hundreds of flying swords, cutting the body of the Tianhun Sect elder into pieces, and even the possessed sixth-grade ghost was dead.

The next moment, flying swords all over the sky merged with each other, and a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes appeared on the scene. He was Zhang Xinming from the Qingzhou Ten Thousand Swords League.

The Ten Thousand Swords Alliance is a sect that specializes in sword cultivation. Sword cultivators have always been famous for their offensive power. Zhang Xinming is the strongest contemporary disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance and an immortal seedling of the righteous path. He has understood the profound sword intention at a young age and has the power to unite the gods. Levels of soul.

The elder of Tianhun Sect died, and there were still a group of ghosts left by him on the street, but there were still many talented disciples from the righteous path nearby. They all took action and cleared the danger in a short time.

The group fell to the ground, and Yuwen Jing picked up the storage bag left by the elder of Tianhun Sect and chuckled, "You are quite rich, we will share it later."

"I don't know how many people have been harmed and extorted from the people's blood and sweat."

Jiang Lin shook her head and spoke calmly.

"Amitabha!"

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, his face was full of compassion, and he was chanting the Sutra of Saving People to save the dead souls.

"Such an evil demon is not worth dying for, why bother to save the dead souls!"

Zhang Xinming snorted coldly, unable to bear it.

"The Buddha said that all beings are equal, he just went the wrong way, we should treat every life equally, after reincarnation, he may not be unable to be a good person in the next life."

He Wenfeng's expression did not change, but he only spoke back after chanting the Sutra of Saving the Dead.

"Everyone, the master has notified us that most of the forces of the Tianhun Sect have been concentrated in Nanyang City. There are still some remaining demon cultivators in the periphery. We are responsible for cleaning them up."

Yuwen Jing took out a map and spread it out.

On the map, in addition to the core of Nanyang City, the nearby cities and villages were also occupied by the Tianhun Sect as the production sites of fear resources.

The righteous joint team formed by Guanchao Pavilion is approaching Nanyang City in an orderly manner. These peripheral cities are left to the disciples to clean up, and at the same time, they can also play a role in training disciples and increase their practical experience.

"Brother Zhang, I think we should clean up from here first..."

Yuwen Jing raised his head, but saw Zhang Xinming chatting and laughing with Mo Shiyao, and he didn't listen to his words at all.

"Brother Zhang, how did you practice your swordsmanship so well? Can you teach me when you have time?"

Mo Shiyao smiled and spoke to Zhang Xinming.

"Are you interested in kendo?"

Zhang Xinming raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Yes, the sword art is extremely powerful, especially when dealing with demon cultivators. I feel that learning more will not hurt." Mo Shiyao smiled, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone: "Brother Zhang, I really want to learn. I don't need your secret sword art, just some basic sword art will do." Seeing this scene, Yuwen Jing's mouth twitched slightly. This most beautiful female cultivator of the younger generation in Qingzhou wanted to find a Taoist partner again. Yuwen Jing had a bad premonition in his heart, because every time Mo Shiyao found a man, he would die soon after. First it was Du Shaochang, then Qi Shijian, including Wei Ji, the immortal seedling, none of them escaped the poisonous hand, and they all died at the hands of the same person. Sometimes Yuwen Jing couldn't help but think in his heart, whether Mo Shiyao had some kind of husband-killing physique, whoever she found would die! Fortunately, Mo Shiyao didn't know what Yuwen Jing was thinking at this time, otherwise she would have to turn against him. "If I have time, I will teach you. I'm just afraid you can't learn it."

Zhang Xinming agreed. He was very happy to have such a beautiful woman like Mo Shiyao.

"With the guidance of Senior Brother Zhang, if I can't learn this, no one in the world can teach me the way of swordsmanship."

Mo Shiyao laughed crisply and looked at Zhang Xinming with a brilliant look. The sword cultivation moves were too handsome. In addition to Zhang Xinming's identity as a fairy seedling, Mo Shiyao's heart was eager to move.

"I heard that there is also a fairy seedling in the magic way of Qingzhou. His name is Su Jie. Is he very strong?"

Talking about the topic of fairy seedlings, Jiang Lin suddenly interrupted.

When hearing this name, Yu Wenjing and Mo Shiyao looked unhappy.

Because in the younger generation of the righteous way in Qingzhou, the two words Su Jie are a kind of taboo. Since Wei Ji died at the hands of Su Jie, Su Jie has become the synonym of the younger generation of Qingzhou, suppressing countless talented cultivators in Qingzhou.

"Yes, that demon was extremely terrifying, and Wei Ji died at his hands."

Yuwen Jing told the truth. He knew how strong Wei Ji was, but even so, Wei Ji was killed by Su Jie, which further highlighted Su Jie's strength. Although Yuwen Jing was one of the top geniuses in Guanchao Pavilion, he was far inferior to Xianmiao Wei Ji, let alone Su Jie.

"I would like to experience the opponent's strength. My sword path needs such a strong man to hone my swordsmanship."

Zhang Xinming's eyes were sharp. The sword cultivation path he took required the most unstoppable and indestructible tempering of his mind. Defeating more peers would make his sword intention advance by leaps and bounds.

"Well, you'd better not fight against Su Jie."

Yuwen Jing reminded implicitly that provoking Su Jie was a deadly act in Yuwen Jing's view.

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang, let the seniors of the sect deal with this demon."

Mo Shiyao also chimed in. Although she hated Su Jie, she also knew in her heart that the fighting power of this demon Su Jie was no longer on the same level as them. Even the leader of Miaoyin Temple, her master, was probably not Su Jie's opponent now. This shows how terrible Su Jie was.

"You are so afraid of demon cultivators, you still need to hone your cultivation and character! We cultivators only need to follow one concept, my heart is my sword, and there will be no opponent wherever our sword points. If I meet that Su Jie, I will definitely test his strength."

Hearing what the two said, Zhang Xinming's competitive spirit was aroused even more.

"I also want to see if this Su Jie is not worthy of his name."

Jiang Lin spoke calmly. She was also a popular figure in Jingzhou. She was one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation in Jingzhou. The other one was He Wenfeng next to her.

"Amitabha, if I have the chance to meet Su Jie, I will do my best to make him turn over a new leaf."

He Wenfeng had a compassionate face. Although he was young, his demeanor and tone were like those of an old monk in his seventies or eighties.

Yuwen Jing was speechless and did not continue to persuade him. Anyway, the war was fought against the Tianhun Sect, not the Guiling Palace. If he could not meet Su Jie, he would think that they were just bragging and did not take it to heart.

In the next ten days, Yuwen Jing and his group of dozens of talented disciples continued to sweep the outer areas of the Tianhun Sect and wipe out the remaining Tianhun Sect demon cultivators.

These talented disciples, five of whom were in the Secret Hidden Realm, were very easy to deal with the outer territory of the Tianhun Sect. No matter whether the Tianhun Sect summoned evil ghosts or zombies, or controlled the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they could not escape their suppression.

Their actions were very bold, and even attracted a counterattack from the Heavenly Soul Sect.

In one operation, the Heavenly Soul Sect sent out many elders to besiege, but in Yuwen Jing's team, there were hidden guardians who protected these talented disciples, all of whom were senior secret treasure realm cultivators.

Not only did the Heavenly Soul Sect's revenge fail, but it also suffered heavy losses, and finally retreated to Nanyang City, relying on the formation to protect the mountain gate.

However, Yuwen Jing and his team were not always so lucky.

On this day, Yuwen Jing and his party, who were on their way to the next outer city of the Heavenly Soul Sect, suddenly saw a huge flying magic boat appearing above the clouds in the sky halfway.

"The sect's magic boat, has the supreme elder come to support the front battlefield? But why haven't I received the news?"

Yuwen Jing looked happy, because only the Guanchao Pavilion in Qingzhou had a flying magic boat, and the flying magic boat, judging from its appearance, was also the standard appearance of their Guanchao Pavilion's magic boat.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Jing took the initiative to fly up and greeted the magic boat.

"Everyone, this is the Dharma Boat of my master. I'll go and say hello first. If the master agrees, I'll invite you to come aboard and see the elegance of our Guanchao Pavilion's flying Dharma Boat."

Yuwen Jing had a proud expression on his face. His voice came from the sky, but he had already flown in front of the Dharma Boat and was level with the deck of the Dharma Boat.

Here, Yuwen Jing saw a young man sitting on the spacious deck, sitting with his legs crossed and drinking tea leisurely. He looked so leisurely.

When he saw the real face of this man, the smile on Yuwen Jing's face disappeared instantly, his heart stopped, and he was so scared that his soul left his body and ascended to heaven.