Shen Luo smiled and told them about his experiences over the years. Shen Mumu listened with interest, and Shen Ci also felt that it was an eye-opener.
Shen Luo then gave some pointers to the two of them on their cultivation, which made them feel that they had gained a lot.
The three siblings chatted for a long time and stopped when the moon was high in the sky.
"Brother, rest at home today. Tomorrow, I'll bring the other juniors of the family to you," Shen Ci said.
"That's not necessary. I've been used to quiet cultivation these years. I'm not used to crowded places. I'll leave the family to you. I'll leave now …" Shen Luo stood up and said.
"You're leaving so soon?" Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were surprised.
"I'm going to the Spring and Autumn Temple. It's very close to home. If you need anything, you can find me there directly," Shen Luo said.
Hearing this, Shen Ci and Shen Mumu breathed a sigh of relief.
"You don't have to see me off," Shen Luo said to them and disappeared in a flash.
Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were disappointed. After a long time, they recovered and checked the storage device to discuss the distribution of the items.
…
Shen Luo was now high in the sky. He looked down at Chunhua County and turned to fly toward the Spring and Autumn Temple.
He didn't intend to interfere too much with the development of the Shen family. Although the Devil Tribulation was over, his enemies might still be left. The Shen family was too weak. It would be inappropriate to have too much involvement with him.
A few hundred miles was nothing to him now. The old site of the Spring and Autumn Temple soon appeared in his sight.
In the Spring and Autumn Temple, the damage caused by the demon's extermination was still there. Many buildings were still collapsed. Only a few buildings had been repaired, which looked quite shabby.
There was not much life in the temple. It was cold and quiet everywhere. It was completely different from the lively scene in the past.
Shen Luo sighed in his heart when he saw that the sect he was born in had become like this. He flew down.
When he landed in the temple, he quickly frowned.
The doors of the renovated buildings were wide open. Two of the doors were still on the ground, and there were a few brand new deep marks on the ground, as if a battle had just taken place.
Shen Luo's Divine Sense spread out, and his face quickly sank.
In one of the rooms of the monastery, there were two corpses. Judging from their clothing, they were disciples of the Monastery of Spring and Autumn.
He frowned slightly and expanded his Divine Sense. Soon, he turned his head and looked at a mountain peak more than ten miles away.
Over there, Spiritual Qi was fluctuating. There were cultivators fighting, and one of them had a familiar Mana fluctuation. It was the Pure Yang Sword Art.
Without any hesitation, Shen Luo immediately flew in that direction.
With his current cultivation, he arrived at the battlefield in the blink of an eye and quietly landed outside a valley.
In the valley, two groups of cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle. On one side, there were two cultivators wearing green Daoist robes. They were the disciples of the Temple of Spring and Autumn and were only in the Qi Condensation stage.
"Hey, Qin Ming!" Shen Luo looked at a grey-haired old man in a green robe who was wielding a peach wood Talisman Sword.
This person's appearance had changed greatly, but he could still recognize that he was an outer sect disciple from his youth. However, the two were not familiar with each other and had only met a few times.
Qin Ming's body flashed with red light. He was cultivating the Pure Yang Sword Art and had already reached the Qi Condensation stage.
As for the other person, he was a round-faced young man wielding a black Talisman Weapon. Shen Luo did not recognize him. He seemed to be Qin Ming's disciple and was only in the Qi Condensation stage.
The three people on the other side all wore black robes with a black cloud pattern embroidered on their sleeves.
The three of them were also in the Qi Condensation stage. One was in the Qi Condensation stage and the other two were in the Qi Condensation stage. However, they had the advantage in numbers. The three of them controlled three identical black Talisman Swords and formed a sword formation. The formation was filled with Yin Qi and seemed to be very powerful. It firmly suppressed Qin Ming and the other person.
"Haha, Qin Ming, with your insignificant skills, you want to occupy the Spirit Vein of Qinghua Mountain? You should obediently give it up." The leader, a black-faced old man with a vicious expression, laughed proudly.
"Black Rock Old Ghost, this Qinghua Mountain was passed down by the founder of the Temple of Spring and Autumn. You can forget about taking it away!" Qin Ming's eyes were spitting fire. He cut his finger and smeared the blood on the peach wood Talisman Sword.
The Talisman Sword's runes suddenly lit up and seven to eight red Sword Qi suddenly shot out, tearing a large hole in the opponent's Sword Formation's black Qi.
"Good! The Pure Yang Sword Art is indeed powerful. Unfortunately, your strength is too weak and you can't display its power! Obediently hand over the Sword Art and Qinghua Mountain's Spirit Vein and this Valley Master can still spare your lives! " A trace of greed flashed in the black-faced old man's eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto a black Talisman Sword. Then, he muttered an incantation!
The other two people did the same thing. The three Talisman Swords emitted a black light amidst the incantation and whistled loudly. The torn Black Qi was instantly mended.
The Black Qi within the Sword Formation immediately rumbled and surged, turning into a thick black wind pillar that was several meters tall and rushed towards Qin Ming and the round-faced man.
This black wind pillar was abnormally powerful. Wherever it passed, a layer of the ground was scraped off.
Qin Ming and the round-faced man's Talisman Weapons began to spin wildly upon contact. They simply couldn't control it. Their expressions changed greatly and they hurriedly flew back.
"Haha, I'll let you see the power of my Black Cloud Valley's Yin Wind Talisman Formation! Give me your lives! "The black-faced old man was panting slightly, but his expression was abnormally excited. His two hands madly formed seals.
With a flash of black light, two black ghost heads the size of millstones shot out from the gale and rushed towards Qin Ming and the round-faced man.
The round-faced man's cultivation was only at the early stage of Qi Condensation, far inferior to Qin Ming's. He was already barely holding on. Facing the attack of the black ghost heads, he could no longer resist and closed his eyes, waiting for death.
At this moment, a wave of heat hit them in the face. A red light shot from the side and formed a thin red light screen, blocking the two black ghost heads.
The black ghost heads opened their mouths and viciously bit at the red light screen. The light screen immediately trembled, but it still managed to block the ghost heads.
"Master!" The round-faced man narrowly escaped death and looked at Qin Ming beside him.
At this moment, Qin Ming was holding a fiery-red talisman in his hand. Blood gushed out from his palm and poured into the talisman, forming the red light screen.
However, using this technique obviously consumed a lot of Yuan Qi. Qin Ming's originally pale face was now as white as a sheet of paper.
"These bastards are strong. I'll block them. You take the opportunity to escape!" Qin Ming hurriedly shouted.
"How can disciple abandon master and live on alone …" The round-faced man shook his head.
"Fool, whether we live or die is not important. However, the orthodoxy of the Spring and Autumn Temple cannot be destroyed here. Hurry up and leave!" Qin Ming's eyes were red as he angrily shouted.
The round-faced man was stunned for a moment. Then, he raised his hand and called back his black saber. He turned around and flew into the distance.
"Don't even think about it. Neither of you will be able to escape today!" The black-faced old man sneered. He poured more Yuan Qi into the black talisman sword and his hands moved even faster.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three more black ghost heads shot out from the black wind pillar and fiercely collided with the red light screen.
The trembling red light screen could not hold on any longer and exploded, turning into countless balls of red light and dissipating.
The red talisman in Qin Ming's hand was torn to pieces and completely lost all its spirituality.
He violently vomited blood and flew backwards. The peach wood talisman sword also lost all its power and fell to the ground like a stone.
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