Chapter 128 Dao Yin "Now that I'm here, I'm sure I can get out of this safely.""The Confucian Sword Immortal won't leave." "Even if I was entrusted by my friend, why would I risk my life to challenge Xuantian Sect?" In this turbid world, the young man in black clothes is like an immortal, Su Chen whispers in the air. The Taoist in White's most powerful method still failed to work. The Confucian Swordsman did not come. Or. He can't come now because there are things more important than the life of the Taoist in White waiting for him to deal with. there. The deepest part of the palace. The old emperor and the Confucian Sword Immortal both had their birthday fires flying. No one knew what they had discovered, but they were fighting endlessly.
then. The huge shadow of the sword fell in an instant, splitting the entire execution ground into two. Smoke and dust billowed up. Blocking out the sky! "So strong!" "It turns out that cultivation in the human world can be so powerful." Whether it was the soldiers of the Great Qi or the three thousand guests at the execution ground, they were all stunned, looking at the terrifying sword shadow with fear and horror in their eyes. Ever since the giants of the five major sects moved mountains and seas and dug away 90% of the spiritual veins in the Eastern Region. Thereafter. The five major sects are high and mighty. Thousands of countries in the secular world cannot get even a bit of mountain and sea spiritual energy, and cannot produce even one top-notch immortal cultivator. They have completely become dust under the feet of immortal sects and demons, a paradise for them to run wild. The power of the immortal way sinks into people's hearts. But now. A Taoist who is in the late stage of foundation building. Even in the Xuantian Sect, he was considered a famous figure, but he was defeated by a human cultivator. "Is this normal?" “Normal… huh?” "After all, the Nine-Time Killer is only known in legends. He can suppress the late stage of foundation building. Maybe... maybe it's not surprising?" Among the three thousand guests, there were two who were in the innate realm, looking at each other.
They are also on the road to taking their lives from the sky. pity. Taking a life once is extremely difficult. Nine times of death! In their eyes, Zhuo Shi Xuan Yi in front of them was like a mountain, making them look up and even marvel at it. The smoke cleared. The platform disappeared, and even the ground sank. There were countless spider-web-like sword marks, densely packed, there were tens of thousands of them, and where these sword marks converged, there was a huge sword chasm. The Taoist in white clothes was now torn into pieces, he was in despair and fell to the ground. This sword frightened him and crushed all his pride. The same sword pill. The same sword-wielding technique. He was weak as dust and was completely defeated. "What are you doing standing still?" "Not leaving yet." In mid-air, Su Chen looked at the three thousand guests who were still standing there, as if they were frightened, and couldn't help but frowning and reminding them. "Don't leave now." "If the Confucian Sword Immortal comes, I will not protect you." boom! This awakened three thousand guests. Some people broke free from the ropes and scattered. Others bowed deeply to Su Chen, expressed their gratitude, and then left. The last few, the strongest ones, all of whom were innate cultivators, stayed behind and were hesitant to speak. It seemed that they wanted to find out whether Prince Xue was safe, but after thinking about it, they gave up. "Your Highness Xue is a good person." "But a good man cannot keep the throne of the emperor, nor can he control the country." "perhaps." "We shouldn't have helped him get involved in the vortex of the struggle for imperial power..." They sighed, shook their heads, and finally left in silence. "Let go!" "Not yet!"
The commander of the soldiers and armor at the execution ground and the leader of the imperial guards were all close confidants of the Prince's Mansion, but at this moment they were sweating profusely and looked at Su Chen in horror. They did not dare to stop him at all, and they did not even dare to support the embarrassed Prince, for fear of angering the Nine-Life Prodigy in front of them. The huge crowds of soldiers and armor also gave way in panic. "Why is he so strong?" As for the prince, his robes were disheveled and his body was covered in blood. The sword did not kill him, but was just a demonstration. It frightened him so much that he felt a little bit at a loss. Prince Xue didn't come. Waiting for the old friend I met at the reception platform. Speaking of Su Chen, he never took it to heart. This is true even though they know that he is the Nine-Life Prodigy. after all. Just an ant in the world walking on the path of spiritual practice. who ever thought. The nine-life genius in front of him was too strong and almost killed a foundation-building figure. He was a white-robed Taoist from the Xuantian Sect and a disciple of the Confucian Sword Immortal. "It was obviously me who met him first, but in the end, I became the man of Prince Xue..." Prince Yi gritted his teeth. far away. In the imperial palace, the two entangled longevity flames separated rapidly. Among them, Shouhuo, who represented the Confucian Sword Immortal, just then noticed the commotion here and rushed over quickly. "I've almost finished my run, so I can finish my mission." Su Chen whispered, turned around and was about to step into the night. At this time. A word called him. "May I have your name." Not a Confucian swordsman. But the Taoist in white. He stood up, his white clothes were covered in blood, stained with blood, and the robes seemed to turn into a blood robe. After the devastating defeat, his temperament changed drastically. He was no longer rebellious, but instead showed a restrained edge. "Why do you ask that?" Su Chen also glanced sideways.
He defeated many people in his life. Some were shocked and looked up to him for his strength, some were terrified and feared him like a nightmare, and some joined hands with him and became his friends. They walked side by side, drank fine wine, sang together and witnessed the brilliant world. But this is the first time I have seen someone like the Taoist in White. “We lost this time.” "next time……" The Taoist in white clenched his fists, showing reluctance, amazement and fear, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the arrogance in his bones. "Next time, I will beat you!" "I have searched for rivals throughout my life, but none of my peers have ever been able to match me." "Today, I lose for the first time!" "One day, I will come to your house and defeat you in person. I will return the defeat to you and cut this sword ball into your body!" He picked up the sword ball on the ground and held it tightly in his hand. Even though he was injured by the sharp sword intent left by Su Chen on it and blood was flowing in his palm, he never loosened his grip. "interesting." Su Chen was stunned, then shook his head and laughed. sometimes. In addition to the longevity fire, he can also observe fortune. Just a moment ago. He actually seemed to see in a trance that the originally mediocre luck of this Taoist in white clothes, after being defeated by him, set off a terrifying wave and was about to soar into the sky. Now, he really looks like a Taoist. "What a coincidence." "I have been in this life for forty years and have never been defeated." "As for my reputation, ask me again after you defeat me." "Hahaha!" Su Chen laughed and left. just. Behind him, the Taoist in white was chasing him, letting out a long howl. "remember." "My name is Jiang Baiyi!" "Three years later, I will still be here, above the Great Qi Palace, waiting for you!" Su Chen stepped into the darkness and disappeared without a trace, and no one knew whether he heard it or not.
a long time. Jiang Baiyi stopped and closed his eyes, still recalling the terrifying sword. He is extremely gifted, and among the five sects, he can be ranked number one. The Confucian Swordsman often taught him that there are always people better than you, but he didn't believe it. "Today, I just realized that I have caught a glimpse of the heroes of the world!" "Three years later." "Whether you come or not, I will come to avenge my shame..." When Jiang Baiyi opened his eyes again, they were shining brightly and filled with fighting spirit. At this time. A figure seemed to be passing by here and uttered a light exclamation. "Daozi." The man came, wearing the robe of a Da Qi priest, and bowed to Daozi. "You are……" Jiang Baiyi was puzzled. "My name is Chu Shan. I noticed something unusual happening in the imperial city and came here following the aura. Please don't be surprised..." The person who came was Su Chen. Of course it’s not for Jiang Baiyi. Bang! The next moment, a sword light, like thunder and purple lightning, rushed over and nervously grabbed Jiang Baiyi. "Apprentice, hurry up!" "This Da Qi is no longer a good place..." The Confucian Sword Immortal, who was at the stage of building a foundation, looked a little panicked at this moment, like a frightened bird. He grabbed Jiang Baiyi and ran away with the sword, his body still covered with traces of the fierce battle. In this palace, there is only one person who can fight him. "That is to say." "Have Chu Shan and his group of extreme cultivators found the secret place they were looking for?" Su Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He came here. I just wanted to find out what the Confucian Swordsman and the old emperor were fighting about. It looks like this. "The capital of Daqi is about to get lively."
Su Chen shook his head and turned back to the martial arts pavilion where the books were stored. The books are stored in Wu Pavilion. The Seventh Prince didn't know where he got the news from. Without saying much, he kowtowed three times and nine times, with red eyes, and paid great respect to Su Chen. "Mr. Chu, please mobilize your friends to save the lives of my friends." "It also saved Xue's life!" "Great kindness." "Xue, I'll be your cow and horse for your report!" then. There is a new sweeping boy in the Book and Martial Arts Pavilion. Su Chen took action not for Xue, but because of Zhuo, because of Kong, and because of the curiosity caused by not being able to see any trace of Xue's memory. But time passed. Someone was in the library and ran away. After that, Su Chen returned to his previous life in the library, lazy and served by others. "That's not bad." Su Chen pondered and said this while looking at the busy Prince Xue. Subsequently. He was reading a book and had some idea about the fourth sword in his mind. The first three swords, Star Burial, Moon Slashing, and Sun Chasing, have reached the end of the path of cultivation. The fourth sword! It should be the technique of building the foundation of sword-controlling! just. The only thing that made Su Chen feel difficult was that all the books on sword-wielding in the martial arts library were not as good as the insights he gained from the battle with Jiang Baiyi, the Taoist of Xuantian. "These sword-controlling techniques are too weak." Su Chen set his sights on the burial coffin. Inside the burial coffin, there is also an omniscient master of weapon refining. About sword-wielding. Perhaps he knows some profound techniques. "Hahaha!" "Asking me to kill the enemy, perhaps I have no way to do it, but regarding the rumors about the Mountain and Sea Realm, as well as these immortal secrets, you have finally found someone." "I have read all the classics in the world..."
The illusory little man, with his hands on his hips, was very proud of himself. As soon as he was released from the burial coffin, he began to brag non-stop. Su Chen frowned when he saw this. then. He knocked on the coffin. Zang Coffin understood and immediately opened his bloodshot eyes, looking at the spirit of the Immortal Pavilion in his palm with a grin. The coffin lid opened and closed as if it was opening a huge, terrifying mouth. "In the East." "There are three strongest foundation-building sword-controlling techniques!" "One is the first generation ancestor of Xuantian Sect, who created the Wind Sword Controlling Technique through his own Qi training skills!" "The second is the sword technique of [Killing] that I got from a random cultivator by chance in the ancient ruins!" "The third one is the most mysterious and also suspected to be the strongest sword control technique, the Dali Sword Technique. This technique is the secret of the Dali Sword Sect among the Five Great Sects. It can only be taught to the true disciple, the disciple of the sect master, and the next successor..." The weapon spirit became obedient, and quickly taught the killing sword technique to Su Chen. Even if there is something fishy going on, it doesn’t matter. With Su Chen's comprehension, he can basically figure it out after deducing it once, and if he practices it again, he can improve it completely. "hehe." "How dare you bully me." "This sword-killing technique is extremely brutal and hurts both your body and yourself. It doesn't kill anyone, but first injures yourself by eight hundred, leaving you half-paralyzed..." The spirit of the weapon thought sinisterly. however. After Su Chen practiced it once, he indeed found some injuries on his body, some on his meridians and some on his internal organs. "I have a secret medicine formula that can treat these..." See this. The spirit of the weapon jumped out quickly, wanting to use it to negotiate some terms with Su Chen. But don't wait for him to finish. The injuries on Su Chen's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not even a trace was left. "This……" The spirit of the weapon was stunned. The vitality of longevity turned into the blood of longevity, which could heal injuries and increase their effectiveness by more than several times.
This killing sword technique is extremely powerful. When practicing, these unavoidable damages may be troublesome to others, but to Su Chen, they are not worth mentioning. at this time. Su Chen felt it coming. On the black robe, a dragon pattern emerged and turned into an illusory sword. "kill!" A violent aura flowed through his body and finally merged into the illusory dragon-patterned sword. boom! Mastery is mastery. But this violent murderous nature was incompatible with Su Chen's indifferent character and could not be controlled. In addition, it was not a killing sword pill, so the sword exploded and shattered. "You actually succeeded in cultivating it?" "What a terrifying understanding." The spirit of the weapon was stunned. The three great sword-wielding techniques are generally recognized to be difficult to learn. these years. It's not that the weapon owners he met had not practiced this technique before, but without exception, even the semi-saints were unable to figure out the trick, and finally gave up helplessly. This person's comprehension is too amazing. How long has it been? At this time, the weapon spirit did not know that the Wind Sword Controlling Technique, which is also one of the three major sword-controlling techniques, was mastered by Su Chen just by watching it once before today. Such understanding is shocking, and I am afraid it is unique in the world. "What did you say?" Su Chen tilted his head and asked. After a long silence, the spirit of the weapon sighed. "nothing." "I was just wondering when I could wait for you to die, so that I can replace you with a master who is easier to control, like Chu Shan..." To keep him alive till he dies? Su Chen just found it interesting. He was afraid to pat the weapon spirit's illusory shoulder. He didn't want to continue attacking the weapon spirit, after all, he had just gained benefits from the other party. then. he comforted.
"rest assured." "As long as you're sure." "There will be a day like this..." Unexpectedly. The spirit of the weapon actually believed it, and returned to its frivolous look, nodding seriously and saying. "good." "Although I was refined into a weapon spirit, I have been constantly strengthening and refining my body over the years, and I have finally broken free from the shackles of my lifespan." "Hahaha!" "Boy, what can you compare with me? When the time comes, maybe I will take pity on you and take care of you, and even carry shoes for your descendants..." The spirit of the weapon is laughing. In this regard. Su Chen didn't care. perhaps. There really is such a day. However, by then, no one will know who will send whom. He is truly immortal. at the same time. The silent wordless book inside Su Chen's body began to turn slowly. A line of words slowly appeared. "Where are you?" "Why don't you keep your promise and let me out of this predicament..." Mr. Dayu Shu, who had been awake for a long time, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He used the wordless book to cross the world in his palm and took the initiative to contact Su Chen. In this regard. Su Chen pondered. In the world in his palm, there are not many things that still make him have doubts. The Empress, counts as one. Mr. Dayu Shu is also one. at the same time.
The distant Demon Mountain. There was a small turtle that swept across the entire Demon Mountain and was surrounded and became the new king of the Demon Mountain. It stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire world. Its aura was rising wildly, and one could faintly feel a sense of oppression. That is the power that connects heaven and earth. Since the Jianwu period, Su Chen reversed life and death to hatch it, turning the little turtle into the Black Tortoise of Life and Death. It has been more than thirty years since then. now. He had already become a great demon at the foundation-building stage, and only then did he finally realize why he always forgot. "My bloodline has mutated, and I have become the Black Turtle of Life and Death. The innate magical power I have awakened is called Daoyin?" "Ugh!" The little turtle let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to express all the ups and downs of his life that were always forgotten. far away. There are five auras of supreme immortals rising into the sky. The son of the Five Immortal Sect's Demon Sect, after many years, finally took the last step and rebelled against his own sect, becoming the ultimate immortal who had once stepped into the human world in his palm and wanted to kill everyone. "My fellow Taoists, now that you have rebelled, don't have any more concerns." Go downstairs to the sky. The five Taoists pushed open the bronze door together, and what appeared before them was a desolate and terrifying world. just. There was a small black jade turtle that was following behind them in a swagger. Together they stepped into this world and borrowed the road to the mountains, seas and human beings. However, this strange person did not hide anything at all, but none of them noticed it. This is Daoyin! The innate magical power of the Black Turtle of Life and Death. "The little turtle is coming!" The little black jade turtle shook its head and looked extremely happy. (End of this chapter)