Chapter 129: Death of the Confucian SwordsmanSu Chen had no idea what was happening in the world in his palm. The books are stored in Wu Pavilion. He is busy with his own affairs. That piece of medicinal field, under the nourishment of the Longevity Blood, became as black as ink, faintly exuding an extraordinary aura. Su Chen had a storage bag in his hand, which contained a lot of medicated medicine seeds. These are Chu Shan and Yun Hu, the two who have reached the pinnacle of Qi training. "It's spring." “It’s time to sow seeds.” Su Chen skillfully turned the soil, planted the spiritual seeds, and waited for them to grow. after all. For him, the thing he has the most is time.
A century-old elixir. A thousand-year-old elixir. As long as the elixir seeds take shape, it is time for Su Chen to harvest them. "Forty years?" Looking at the medicinal field, Su Chen felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to the time when he was in the Daliang Library. At that time, he also had a medicinal field and a loft full of books, but the person serving him was Prince Xue. pity. Forty years have passed. Things are different and people are different! As he walked, Su Chen turned into a human again. At this time, Prince Xue was wandering around Su Chen with a worried look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, I couldn't help but say it. "Mr. Chu, that Nine-Life Prodigy made such a big fuss, robbed the execution ground, and defeated Daozi. Will the Confucian Sword Immortal really let it go?" "If this proud man dies because of me, "I will never have peace in my life..." Hear the words. Su Chen looked at him, and in Prince Xue's eyes, he saw only worry from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, Su Chen remembered the sighs of those innate realm masters on the execution ground. A kind-hearted and sincere person cannot become an emperor, nor can he keep the country! perhaps.
It is actually a good thing that Prince Xue is out. Although Prince Yi is a fool, he is cruel enough, ruthless and unrighteous. Such a person would not be a good emperor, but at least he can be considered an emperor material. "No need to worry." "The Confucian Sword Immortal, no, the Xuantian Sect, or even the five major sects in the Eastern Region, can't take care of such trivial matters." Su Chen talked while drinking tea and sitting on a bamboo chair in the sun, feeling very comfortable. On black clothes. The fifth dragon slowly appeared. The more dragon energy there is, the faster it will devour the ownerless luck above the capital of Da Qi. It won't be long. Su Chen is about to achieve ten dragon patterns. When. It's time to prepare to lay the foundation. "There is only one Daoist disciple in each generation of the five major sects, and they were defeated like this. This is still a small matter." "This is an earth-shattering event, right?" Prince Xue doesn’t understand. But Su Chen did not explain. He just looked at a place deep in the palace where an earth-shaking battle had taken place, but no one knew about it. Compared with what Chu Shan remembered, the extreme cultivators were conspiring. For a Taoist, even if he dies, let alone fails, it is insignificant. "got windy." "The world is going to be in chaos." "However, it's not just the secular world that's in chaos. The Mountain and Sea Realm, which has been peaceful for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, is also in chaos..." A cool breeze blew. Sooner or later, this wind will gather into raging waves and the power to destroy the world. Outside the imperial city. The Confucian Sword Immortal fled for three thousand miles, but he could not escape even before he left the territory of the Great Qi State. His expression became solemn and he looked into the distance. There was an inexplicable look in his eyes, as if he was ready to die. "Master, what happened?" "What happened? Why are you so anxious?"
Jiang Baiyi didn't understand, in this Great Qi Kingdom, what else could threaten his master, Ru Jianxian. You know, even among the Jindan Great Cultivators, his master Ru Jianxian is a leader with a solid foundation and rich heritage. "Bai Yi, Master can't send you off." "The rest of the way is up to you." "remember." "Go north, don't look back, tell the sect that a terrible disaster is about to happen! It's in the capital of Daqi, come quickly!" The Confucian Swordsman patted Jiang Baiyi's shoulder heavily, as if entrusting him with something before his death. He didn't dare to tell the secret to his disciple who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Otherwise, with the other party's magical powers, using this as a medium, he could cast spells and kill a mere Foundation Establishment master with ease. But no matter what, he had to stop the invading enemy and try his best to send the news back to Xuantian Sect. Even if it means... death! "master……" Jiang Baiyi, you want to say something. "go!" The Confucian Sword Immortal took off the sword from his waist and shouted. "disease!" moment. The flying sword soared into the sky, carrying Jiang Baiyi with it, and in an instant it was thousands of miles away. "hehe." "Good means." "I finally set up the formation, but in the end, you still had to send one person away." "After all, he is the famous Confucian Sword Immortal!" There was a hearty laugh. There was a man in a jet-black robe, stepping out of the void. With every step he took, a dark Taoist rhythm condensed. As soon as he arrived, a large formation began to operate. The terrifying pressure, like a mountain or an ocean, pressed heavily upon the Confucian Sword Immortal. However, the pressure of this formation was not as great as the shock in my heart. "How could it be you?" "turbidity!" "Haven't you been in seclusion since returning from the Fatian battlefield?"
"When did you become Ji Xiu's running dog?" The Confucian Swordsman spoke angrily, wanting to question his friend. However, the Zhuo in front of him had a face full of confusion, and then he laughed even more heartyly. "Hahaha!" "Interesting, so you know the owner of this body." "You said." "Is there a possibility that, in fact, your friend did not come back alive during the Fatian battlefield, and the one who returned to the Demon Xuan Sect was actually me! Hunxuzi, one of the seven demons of the Jixiu Wangshen Organization." Done. Hunxuzi looked at Rujianxian and smiled. "I have one more incarnation to treasure in my collection!" At this moment, the Confucian Sword Immortal glared with anger in his eyes. "You dare to kill my friend?!" boom! At this moment, the Confucian Sword Immortal's robes exploded into pieces, sword energy burst out from his body, his chest swelled violently, and he opened his mouth to spray out a terrifying blood-colored sword energy. "kill!" This is actually the Killing Sword Technique, one of the three most powerful sword-wielding techniques! Do not! This killing sword technique is no longer a foundation-building sword-controlling technique. In the hands of Ru Jianxian, he has already carved out his own path and turned it into his magical power at the Jindan realm! At this moment, under the bloody sword energy. The world is silent! The so-called great formation was shattered in an instant. Also at this time. Hunxuzi's face changed. However, two other figures slowly walked out from the void. "After all, he is one of the Ten True Men of the East Region. If the three of them don't join forces, we really can't take him down." The old emperor laughed strangely. aside. There was also a bald monk with a skull hanging around his neck, who nodded in agreement. "It is truly remarkable that the Confucian Sword Immortal can unite the three of us demons."
On the other side. If the Confucian Sword Immortal wanted to escape, he could indeed escape. But he didn't. If he escaped, Jiang Baiyi would surely die. “The battle for the immortal path is like this. Even if you have achieved success and fame, and have a bright future ahead of you, there will still be disasters that can kill you. It can come at any time!” "White clothes, white clothes!" "Don't avenge me!" The Confucian Sword Immortal looked back in the direction where Jiang Baiyi left. This glance was a farewell, and his eyes were full of tenderness. When he looked back, he had regained his coldness. He put his hands behind his back, took off the hair crown on his head, and with a bit of scholarly frivolity, he laughed loudly to the sky. "I started learning swordplay at the age of three, and became invincible at the age of ten." “Speaking of which.” “I’m more interested in cultivation in the human world than in the immortal path. It’s a pity that I’ve already had a path forward in cultivation, and now I’m stepping into the immortal path to compete!” "I have been practicing for sixty years!" "There is a magical sword skill that has never been shown to anyone, because it is derived from the sword-killing technique, killing people and killing oneself!" "Today, there is no possibility of survival!" "Please just watch it!" "Hahaha!" At this moment, heaven and earth were boiling. A bloody demonic shadow emerged from the body of the Confucian Sword Immortal. He held a sword in his hand, carrying an ancient aura of annihilation and killing, and slashed at the three demons in front of him. At this moment, heaven and earth were silent! "what?!" "The mountain and sea realm is the great realm!" "You are only in the middle stage of Jindan, but you can actually cause the heaven and earth to resonate. This is something that even the magical powers of the late stage of Jindan cannot do..." The three demons all changed color. boom! There are white-boned Buddhas, seven-winged strange birds, and roaring giant ghosts. The three Mozis didn't dare to delay any longer, nor did they bother to cover up their traces. They attacked together, using their strongest Jindan magical powers to deal with the situation. far away. In the Martial Arts Pavilion, Su Chen could also sense the movement and looked three thousand miles outside the capital of Da Qi. He saw a sword. Incomparably brilliant sword-killing technique! Only Su Chen, who had also reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, understood the brilliance of this sword. Unfortunately.
This sword is only a prototype, and its power is too terrifying for the Confucian Sword Immortal to control it. You really have to be able to control it. The Confucian Sword Immortal should not be just one of the Ten Immortals in the Eastern Region, but a unique one, superior to the so-called Ten Immortals. "The Confucian Sword Immortal is about to die." "However, it was not the three terrifying enemies that killed him, but his own sword!" "Kill yourself before you kill the enemy!" "It really is the brutality of the killing sword technique, which has been brought to its extreme..." Su Chen was shaking his head. He did not approve of this advanced technique of killing swordsmanship. At this moment, Su Chen stretched out his hand, and on the palm of his hand, there was a blood-colored sword energy condensing, and an illusory blood-colored demonic shadow wanted to condense, but due to his low realm, it always collapsed as soon as it gathered. "what?" "what happened?" Prince Xue did not hear Su Chen's words clearly. Discussing the realm of spiritual practice. He has no spiritual roots and has never set foot on the path to immortality. On the path of cultivation, he also had a shallow understanding. Although he was guided step by step by the innate realm and had countless precious medicines, he was only able to be pushed into the realm of first-grade cultivation. Naturally, he could not feel the terrifying aura three thousand miles away. "nothing." "It has nothing to do with us." "You sweep the floor, and I'll tend to the flowers and plants." Su Chen withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the medicine field. just. It didn't take long. The imperial city was in an uproar. There were countless dignitaries and immortal priests who came hurriedly to discuss matters with the emperor and the prince, looking panic-stricken as if the sky was falling. In fact. It was indeed like the sky was falling. Three thousand miles away. There is a Xinglong River and there is a Xinglong City.
just now. The county magistrate of Xinglong City rode at full speed and came in person to report. Beside the Xinglong River, there used to be mountains, but now, it has become a scorched earth with bloody sword marks all over the place. In the center of it, stands a figure. He is the Confucian Sword Immortal of the Xuantian Sect! One of the Ten True Men! The combined weight of thousands of secular countries is not as great as a single hair of the Confucian Sword Immortal. now. Such a great figure died within the territory of their Great Qi. "The sky is falling!" “It really is like the sky is falling!” "First, the Taoist in White was defeated by the Imperial City's Nine-Life Pride, and now, the Confucian Sword Immortal is dead..." Prince Yi sat on the ground in despair. at this time. Normally, he coveted the power of the Great Qi to the extreme, but now, in his hands, it was like a hot potato, making him feel cold and frightened. even. For a moment, he was somewhat envious of Prince Xue. "Go find Father!" "To discuss this matter..." On this day, the imperial city was in a state of excitement. Some powerful and wealthy people packed up their gold and silver valuables and were ready to leave the Great Qi State. Other powerful and wealthy people gathered in the imperial palace like ants on a hot pan. Even the royal family of Da Qi, who had served and cultivated immortal priests for decades, more than half of them abandoned their belongings and fled on their swords when they heard the news. "what!" "what?" "Died in the territory of Da Qi?" "Xinglong River, why is it here? It's only a hundred miles ahead and we'll reach the Yun Kingdom..." The only foundation-building ancestor of the royal family was so frightened that he fainted. All this was due to the death of Confucian Sword Immortal. A supreme immortal from the Xuantian Sect, and a figure of such importance, they were not surprised even if the anger of the Xuantian Sect destroyed the entire Great Qi Kingdom. after all. In the eyes of immortal monks, the lives of mortals are insignificant. At this moment.
The most peaceful place in the entire palace, or even in the imperial palace, is Su Chen’s library and martial arts pavilion. Prince Xue had no idea about this. Although Su Chen knew it, he didn't take it to heart. Between the world. There weren't many things that could concern him, and the Confucian Swordsman was just a stranger, so it was naturally impossible for him to take that to heart. "The storm is coming." This night. Su Chen came out of the Library and Martial Arts Pavilion, and stood in front of the palace gate, gazing into the distance, watching a horse-drawn carriage coming from the distant Longxing River in the wind and dust. On the carriage were three coffins, with three listless figures lying inside. These three great Jindan masters are still alive, but in very poor condition. at this time. The most important thing they should do is to hide and recuperate from their injuries. however. they do not. It can be seen how important the secret deep in the palace is to them. A few more days passed. The imperial city of Da Qi was as silent as death. street. Countless people knelt on the ground, trembling in body and soul, not daring to even raise their heads. even. Even the imperial palace was like this. The white-haired ancestor of the royal family who laid the foundation for the founding of the royal family, led all the civil and military officials to kneel in front of the palace gate, sticking their heads to the ground, waiting for a long time. Just because. Above the sky, there is a huge flying boat, slowly coming from the distant Xuantian Sect, carrying unparalleled rage. At the bow of the flying boat. There was a figure standing there, with eyes that seemed to be burning with flames. The burning sensation became substantial, just like the blazing sun in the sky, constantly scorching the earth, the people here, and the entire imperial city. In this imperial city, there were even attics that were directly burned down. The water source has dried up. The ground is dry and cracked.
This is Xuantian Sect, another person at the level of Ten True Immortals. Master Lihuo! "You mortals should give our Xuantian Sect an explanation..." The words were low, but they were like the mighty power of heaven, the sound of thunder exploding, echoing in the sky, captivating people. If Master Lihuo is unhappy, it is not impossible that he will massacre the city. "Master, calm down!" "This matter is under investigation. It involves the great cultivation of the Jindan stage. It is really beyond the ability of a country like ours to investigate!"' "I hope the real person will give me your judgment!" The ancestor of the royal family knelt down in fear, banged his head on the ground, and burst into tears. The Great Qi Kingdom was defended for nearly a thousand years. Eventually, it will fall into his hands. Wugeli Su Chen was still fiddling with the flowers and plants. However, noticing the increasingly angry murderous intent of True Man Chihuo, he couldn't help but sigh, put down the scissors in his hand, wiped his hands, and looked at Prince Xue. "Do you still want to fight for the position?" "If you want, I can give you a chance to save everyone in the imperial city." The Great Qi State can still fall. His ten dragon patterns have not yet been successfully condensed. Now that the Great Qi Kingdom has fallen, the country's fortune should be dispersed. How can his innate dragon energy expand? Is he going to eat people everywhere like a demon? (End of this chapter)