Chapter 161: Shattering the Sea of Clouds with a Sword Thousand Bones a wooden house in the central area of the tribe, surrounded by picturesque scenery, several respected elders were holding fresh bamboo branches, breaking them one by one and feeding them to the black and white iron-eating beast cubs in front of them. "Don't bite my fingers, you little brat." "Slow down, slow down, all of them." "Eat well and grow up quickly." Several elders were very fond of the auspicious beasts in the tribe and allowed those iron-eating beasts to lie on their old bodies. After a moment, hurried footsteps were heard. The tall figure who pushed open the wooden house, with a handsome face and clear eyes, was Gu Xuanchuan who had returned from a mission outside. Several iron-eating beasts that were gnawing on the tender bamboos let out joyful animal calls when they saw the young man, and immediately raised their fleshy claws to scratch Gu Xuanchuan's trousers. "Chuan'er, is there any clue?" A one-armed gray-haired old man sat cross-legged on a clear brown rock and asked softly.
"Reporting to Grandfather, two elders, a herbalist who is friendly with our tribe encountered two people from the Central Plains being chased by a group of Gu cultivators while picking spiritual ginseng the other day." Gu Xuanchuan took the opportunity to shake off the scroll in his right hand. On it were the images of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan. He continued: "Then I confirmed with that friend. Since the distance was too far, the picture was blurry. He looked at the scroll and said it was 70% like the real thing." "I think the escaped Central Plains man is the devil that Sanyi Jiang Menzhang is looking for." Hearing this, several elders were moved and asked about his whereabouts. "The situation was dangerous at the time, and the medicine people did not dare to follow. As a result, they witnessed the Central Plains Demon Head being chased by the Gu Cultivator and forced into the jungle. No one knew where he was." The next moment, Gu Xuanchuan brought even worse news. He frowned and said: "Until yesterday, news came that Luo Wuyuan had appeared. He was one of their people, chasing the demon and fighting a bloody battle with the people of Hanling Valley." "Luo Wuyuan?!" Hearing these three curse-like words, the faces of several elders changed slightly. This was the evil cultivation force that had a blood feud with the Trinity Sect. A hundred years ago, the clan ruled nearly one-fifth of the area in southern Xinjiang. It has a profound heritage and has been rooted for thousands of years. Despite the passage of history, it has never declined. "Yes, the situation is urgent, so I rushed back as soon as possible to ask grandfather and the two elders to decide whether to notify the head of Jiang Sect to come over?" Gu Xuanchuan seemed uneasy. According to the historical records of the clan, every time Luo Wuyuan appeared, there would be a bloody storm, suppressing all forces, big and small, and expanding wildly. "Can you find out the true strength of this clan?" The great elder pondered and said, "Back then, we found their clan site, and Sect Leader Zuo fought his way in. Now the place is abandoned, and the remnants of Luo Wuyuan have migrated to other places. We don't have a detailed location, so we summoned Sect Leader Jiang over. It's too hasty, and I'm afraid we'll come up empty-handed." In the old man's opinion, the teleportation talisman paper given to them by the Sanyi Sect could span thousands of miles between two places and was very valuable. It should not be used lightly unless it was absolutely necessary or to find out the clan address of Luo Wuyuan. Gu Xuanchuan felt that the elder's consideration was correct, and then replied: "Hanling Valley has captured a hostage, and they are still torturing him. I have already made an agreement with my friend that if he can find out the clan address, he will let me know." "That's fine." The one-armed elder nodded slightly. Not only Hanling Valley, but also their Qiangu Cave and even many southern border tribes had a blood feud with Luo Wuyuan. In the past years, they had all been oppressed by this lineage. "I want to tell Master Jiang about the devil. Where is Qingying? She has the Shunfeng Gu. We can contact her." As soon as Gu Xuanchuan finished speaking, his idea was put on hold.
"Ying'er? She has been in seclusion in the back mountain for several days, trying to break through the bottleneck of her mental method." "Normally speaking, he will be out of seclusion in the next two days. Please wait patiently. Southern Xinjiang is vast and sparsely populated. Even if we know that the demon is hiding here, it will be difficult to search for him. There is no need to rush to bother Master Jiang." The elder with the broken arm weighed the pros and cons for a moment, then ordered: "Chuan'er, lead ten guards from the clan to go out and gather information about Luo Wuyuan. If anything unusual happens, report it immediately." "Understood, Grandfather. I'll go." Gu Xuanchuan acted decisively and swiftly. After bowing and clasping his fists, he turned around and set out to deploy personnel. Huaiheng Town. Zhang the butcher on the street was guarding his stall drowsily. By noon, all the pork he had sold was almost sold out, leaving only some low-quality trough meat and greasy pig skin, which was buzzing with flies. Gradually, he fell into a deep sleep lying on the bamboo chair. Old Zhang, who had been in Quanxing for most of his life and only retired from the world a few years ago, could not help but feel fortunate that he had foresight to avoid the dispute between Quanxing and Sanyi Sect. However, this peaceful and leisurely life was shattered with the advent of the bright white dream world. "Grandma Liu Liu?!" Old Zhang couldn't believe that the old man in front of him actually came to him on his own initiative. A bad premonition lingered in his heart, making him scared. "Xiao Zhang, are you scared to see me?" "No, please forgive me." Old Zhang looked embarrassed and smiled hastily, "What do you want me to do, old man?" "You are not far from Trinity Gate. Please write a letter for me and deliver it to me." "!!!" Hearing such a request, Lao Zhang was so frightened that his legs trembled: "Liu Po, this is too dangerous. I will die." "Fool, why worry about it when you can just deliver the letter and leave?" "But." Old Zhang was hesitant. Just thinking about the reputation of Trinity School made him want to back off. "No buts. After finishing this last thing, I won't embarrass you again in the future." Seeing the old woman's tough attitude, Zhang the butcher could only bite the bullet and agree: "Okay, then what do you want to write?" When Liu Po finished her retelling, the dream faded away. Old Zhang, who had just woken up from the bamboo chair at the stall, couldn't stop turning pale. It was clearly a hot afternoon, but he felt a chill down his spine, from head to toe. "Crazy, crazy, to do such a thing." evening. At the pond behind the mountain of Trinity, Jiang Mo sat cross-legged. Yousha, who came to pay him a visit, presented him with a long sword wrapped in silk with dark gold patterns in both hands.
"Master, what you want." "It was refined a little later. I was quite demanding of perfection, so I made several modifications during the process, and maximized the melting and quenching reactions that could be performed. The three powers contained in the soil were all preserved." Looking at the sword handed to him, Jiang Mo held it in one hand. The silk fell off, revealing a dark red sword with a sharp edge carved with intricate ancient alchemical patterns. It was extremely cold and weighed several thousand pounds. "good." Jiang Mo stroked and looked at it gently, then flicked his fingers slightly, and suddenly there was the sound of sword ringing, which continued in his ears. "Thanks a lot." Yousha smiled warmly, with a hint of expectation, and asked: "Would you like to try? I guess you're the only one who can use this sword. It would be very difficult for others to pick it up, let alone wield it." In terms of lethality alone, since it was forged with top-grade materials, even without the need to engrave a large number of magical effects, it is enough to rank among the top three of all her alchemical creations. "The rocks and plants nearby are fragile. Follow me and let's go to the top of the mountain to test the sword." Jiang Mo stood up slowly. The sword weighing thousands of pounds was not a burden to him. Instead, it was quite comfortable to hold it lightly in his hand. instantly. Yousha climbed to the top of the mountain. She stood in an open area, staring at the frosty white figure. The whistling wind in her face made her hair messy. Thick dark clouds covered the entire sky, completely obstructing the gorgeous dusk and blood-red sunset. "call" Jiang Mo exhaled a breath of blazing silver Qi, relaxed his limbs, and without deliberately gathering strength, he instantly entered a state of perfection. As the true Qi fell and poured into the dark red sword, the cold light suddenly surged and lingered around the sword edge, like a brutal and ferocious beast. This moment. Yousha was shocked. She felt an incomparable and vast power from the man in front of her. He was like a towering mountain that could not be shaken and could only be looked up to. Jiang Mo's eyes were fixed on the dark clouds in the sky. Only the vast sky could withstand the power he was unleashing. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and in a brief moment that was almost frozen, he suddenly swung the sword. "Boom!" A ray of sword light shot up into the sky, overwhelming the heaven and earth, and crashed into the boundless sea of clouds. The sound of the explosion shook the eight directions. The terrifying strong wind tore a crack hundreds of feet long, and the golden afterglow of the sunset fell. Witnessing this miraculous scene, Yousha's brain froze and her pupils suddenly contracted. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that someone in the world could do this. The top of the mountain is hundreds of meters away from the bottom of the dark clouds, but even so, a crack as hideous as an abyss was cut out. There is no sword skill that has reached perfection. There is only immeasurable strength and relatively basic means of gathering Qi; A single sword destroyed a hundred-foot-high sea of clouds. If it were in any other era in the past, there would be no need to elaborate. Anyone who witnessed this scene would be considered a god.
Yousha couldn't calm down the shock in her heart for a long time. In her opinion, Jiang Mo was now just a monster in human skin. To be more precise, he was a huge energy body with similar consciousness to that of humans. "Does this sword have a name?" Jiang Mo looked out at the world, and what reflected in his pupils was the dusk covered with fiery clouds, which was quite magnificent. "No, Master, can you give it one?" Yousha smiled calmly. She was only responsible for refining the weapon and did not spend any extra time on naming it. "Never mind. It's fine if I don't have a name." Jiang Mo couldn't think of a suitable name to give it, so he opened the kingdom of heaven and put the sword in. Afterwards, the two of them went down the mountain. Before they reached the sect gate, a disciple hurried over to report. "Master, something happened." "Someone just brought a letter and committed suicide outside the door." "After seeing this, Master Si Chong was furious and ordered me to come to you quickly and summon all the disciples to go to Qingxin Hall to discuss important matters." "?" Jiang Mo was confused. He had only been in seclusion for a few days. What exactly happened down the mountain that caused such a big commotion? "Come on, Li Qing, let's go back." "Uh, wait a minute, Chief." Seeing that they were about to leave, Yousha called out and pointed at herself: "Um, do I need to go over there? Or if it's inconvenient, I can stay in the Sutra Library?" "Together." "You can inform Will by the way." Jiang Mo did not stop, he wanted to see who was causing trouble and disturbing his rare peace. (End of this chapter)