Chapter 55 Wuwang Mountain Some characters have appeared in the ruins of the cultivation world. Their origins are unknown, and it seems that there is no way to find a path of evolution. For example, the two characters "Cangliu" written on the huge stone tablet in the sky of Cangliuzhou. Another example is the huge scattered characters on the rock wall in front of us. The one thing that the cultivation world and the secular world have in common is language. Cultivators can communicate with mortals without any hindrance, and even use the same writing system. But in fact, since Rong Qing started learning another language from Hong Fei in Liuguang Sword Sect, she has sensed that there is a gap that has always existed and gradually manifested. Some characters in the secular world are no longer used in the cultivation world. For example, eating, sleeping, meals, etc. And some characters in cultivation are not created by the secular world. For example, the thirteen main meridians and twenty-four auxiliary meridians... The Pu Yu main meridian is called two syllables, but in the characters Rong Qing learned, it has been simplified to another word. As for whether this word is still pronounced "Pu Yu" or has a new pronunciation, Rong Qing does not know. At least, among the casual cultivators she has come into contact with, they are not qualified to know even that character. The words in front of Rong Qing were scattered and disordered. She had to make up words by herself to guess the meaning. "...Heaven's way...has no master." She muttered silently, "Give me...Ji family, without any regrets." Ji's Wuwang? Rong Qing was somewhat bewildered. To be honest, when she came to this world, the Ji Dynasty had already been destroyed for quite some time. The Tianyin Division gradually grew stronger and has been ruling the Northland on behalf of the Ji Dynasty until today. She had not experienced the years when the Ji Dynasty dominated the North, so she didn't know much about the Ji Dynasty. Moreover, the Ji family was almost a taboo word in the North. And the source of all this... Rong Qing recalled the person who was as beautiful as a son of God, and her face changed slightly. The master of the sword, Ji Ming. If there is one person who can make Rong Qing nervous or even alert when she thinks of him, that person must be the Master of the Ji Ming Sword.
He has a violent temper, but his strength is so strong that no one can match him. Those who dared to challenge the Master of Ji Ming Sword, such as the Ji Dynasty, have long been lost in history. You know, back then, the Sword Master Ji Ming destroyed the Ji Dynasty with one sword, and this move brought a shock to the cultivation world. He used the means of implicating others to the extreme... All those with Ji blood, regardless of age, died on that day. The once glorious dynasty disappeared in the blink of an eye. Originally, the cultivation world was in awe of the Liuguang Sword Sect, but after this battle, people in the cultivation world were even more afraid of the Sword Sect. Until Chongyu and Chongji broke through the incarnation and became sword masters to take over the sword sect, Sword Master Jiming almost retired, which made many powerful predecessors in the cultivation world feel relieved. At least Sword Masters Chongyu and Chongji were relatively cold and indifferent, and would not easily get angry or even draw their swords. Should I be thankful... Rong Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly. At least, the Master of the Ji Ming Sword hadn't really done anything to her. She had to be faster. If Chu Yuan reached the God Transformation faster than her, and she still dared to resist, it would attract Ji Ming to come in person. "Ji's Wuwang..." Rong Qing recalled her superficial understanding of the Ji Dynasty. "Since this mountain is called Wuwang, I think the people who made the sea map also understood the words written on the mountain wall. But if this mountain is related to the Ji Dynasty, how could it be here?" If we say that the earth veins have migrated, isn’t that too exaggerated? "Or..." She suddenly thought of a possibility. "It was some high-level monk who had the ability to move mountains and seas and moved it here." What level of cultivator must this be? At least with her cultivation level of half-step into the spirit, she dared to think that such a huge mountain would require sufficient resources and time to complete. However, it was obvious that there was no movement in the cultivation world or even in the Sword Sect regarding moving the mountain. It can be seen that if there really was a cultivator who moved it, his cultivation level must be more than just the spirit. Incarnation of the spirit, or even higher? Rong Qing intuitively felt that she seemed to have touched upon some secret. She was silent for a while, then shook her head in self-mockery: "You're overthinking. Even if there is a secret, with my level of cultivation, it's simply a waste of food." Without thinking any more, Rong Qing flew her sword around the rock wall. Apart from the huge and scattered words, she did not find any hidden restrictions or formations. Was it that the Ghost-faced Monk and his companions were not prepared, or was it that there was simply no way to carve a formation on this mountain wall? As for the former, Rong Qing didn't think they were such careless people based on her inference of the ghost-faced monks. As for the latter... She tapped her storage bag, took out a very weak talisman, and threw it out. The talisman lightly stuck to the mountain wall. A tiny spark suddenly burst out. This little brightness only lasted for a moment, and then it suddenly disappeared the next moment. The talisman paper stuck on the rock wall was broken very quickly, and turned into ashes in just a few breaths. "It seems that this mountain wall has been soaked in death energy for who knows how long, and it has acquired such an astonishing corrupt power." Talisman paper is called paper, but it is not the kind of paper in the secular world. It can be made of minerals, animal skins, etc., or a certain kind of plant fiber. It can carry spiritual power and release spells, so it is not fragile. But the corrupt power on the rock wall can corrupt it in such a short time. Rong Qing couldn't help but sigh at its amazing corrupt power. The amount of spiritual stones consumed just to carve prohibitions or formations on the mountain wall was extremely staggering. And once the formation was in operation, it had to be maintained in such an environment with scarce spiritual energy, and the amount of spiritual stones consumed was even more difficult to calculate.
"It seems that there is no ambush outside." Rong Qing made a judgment immediately. Having made a judgment, she no longer hesitated, took out the snail, and spoke to it. The soft creature inside the snail huddled in its shell and shivered. But the mother and daughter snails had been domesticated by the monks for a long time, and with their simple intelligence, they knew that they should try to communicate with the mother snail and pass on the words that were passed into the snail. "Master, I have already explored this area and there is no hidden formation or anything like that." A reply came from the other side very quickly. "Fellow Daoist Yu, please come down and join us as soon as possible." Yun Tong's voice came from the snail, sounding unusually anxious. There was only this sentence, and nothing more. It seemed that there was some emergency over there, and only this urgent sentence was sent. Encountered trouble? Rong Qing narrowed her eyes, her sight seemed to penetrate the large amount of death energy below. As a casual cultivator, it was not the first time he had experienced a secret realm, so how could he make such a bad mistake. The most likely possibility is that he encountered the ghost-faced monk. But even if he could only say one sentence, he should make it clear who the other party was. That's all. Rong Qing's eyes were solemn, and she was going to go down. She retracted her flying sword, and the whole person fell quickly like a meteor. The deathly aura below condensed and became ink-black and sticky. Rong Qing instantly fell into it, as if she was in a thick black fog. The monks had excellent eyesight, but they mostly used their spiritual sense to explore the environment. However, these dead air seemed to be able to restrain the spiritual sense. With Rong Qing's spiritual sense strength, he could only "see" the area around him within ten feet. Such restrictions made her very uncomfortable. If the dead energy had intelligence, it would probably be in more pain than her. As Rong Qing fell, the dead energy on her path began to dissolve, twist, and disintegrate. There seemed to be bursts of screams in Rong Qing's sea of consciousness. These screams did not cause any effective damage to her sea of consciousness, but the bursts of pain from time to time were enough to make her irritable. Although she was using the robe clone, the sea of consciousness was common. The destruction of the robe was not terrible, but if the enemy hurt her soul, the consequences would be something she could not bear. "Although my sea of consciousness is protected by sword power and prohibitions, they are only the last resort to save my life in an emergency. It seems that I still need to find a spiritual weapon or secret technique to protect my sea of consciousness." Rong Qing silently endured the pain and thought so in her heart, but she also knew that this matter could not be rushed. With her status in the Sword Sect, she gets a lot of resources every year, but those are all spiritual stones and elixirs. The spiritual tools that protect the sea of consciousness are extremely rare and hard to find. Even if there are any, they are almost never sold to the public. Then there are secret arts. With the Sword Sect's collection, there may be some. But such important secret arts are almost always taught by master and apprentice. Rong Qing does not have that talent and strength, so naturally she cannot be taught. Therefore, Rong Qing herself knew that if there was no opportunity, just thinking about it would be nothing more than thinking about it. The interior of this mountain was funnel-shaped, but because it was so huge, even though Rong Qing had fallen to a very deep place, he did not feel it was very narrow. It was just that the concentration of death energy suddenly rose. She relied on the advantage of the robe. No matter how great the damage of the death energy was, as long as it could not hurt the robe, it would pose no threat to her. "I just don't know how Yuntong and the others will solve it. Logically, they should be prepared." Arrived! Violent fluctuations of spiritual energy were heard from below, and were even more obvious in this place filled with deathly aura. Rong Qing made a hand gesture with one hand, took out the flying sword with the other hand, and threw it fiercely downwards... "Your helpers are here?" Yan Shuang, wearing a red dress, looked even more beautiful in the dark deathly aura. "You really have a bad temper." She chuckled, and retreated like a swallow. The flying sword passed right in front of her. There seemed to be an invisible line connecting Rong Qing and the flying sword. The extremely fast falling speed suddenly stopped, and the tip of her toes landed on the enlarged sword. "Two golden elixirs. No wonder..." She turned her head to look at Yun Tong and Ling Fu. Rong Qing finally saw Yan Shuang in person. The biggest difference from what she saw in Huiying Fu was that she could stand in the air without using a flying magic weapon. This was a sign of the Jindan stage.
The ghost-faced monks had unknown origins and unpredictable methods. In addition, Yan Shuang had also formed his elixir in a short period of time... It was hard to say who would win or lose. Yun Tong and Ling Fu were also caught off guard. Their faces were pale, and blood was oozing from the corners of their mouths. A small white flag was surrounding them, rotating at a very fast speed. Every time it turned, it dispersed a lot of the dead energy that was entangled with them. However, with Rong Qing's eyesight, she could see that this small white flag would not last long. What was even worse was the man and woman on the opposite side. Zhong Qiu's face was blocked by a mask, so his expression could not be seen, but he was in a relaxed posture. He and Yan Shuang were surrounded by the death energy, and they did not feel anything wrong. Instead, they were faintly absorbing the death energy... The aura was steadily rising at a speed that ordinary people could not detect. (End of this chapter)