Although the head of the Daoist Six Suns fell, after the Yuanying escaped from his body, he wrapped his Primordial Spirit and fell into a large drum, disappearing in an instant.
This drum was called "Qin Yang Drum", it was the cultivation weapon passed down through the generations of the Qin Yang Su Family.
With the protection of this magic treasure, one could be sent to reincarnate, and it could preserve some of his previous life's memories, so he would not enter the world again and lose his true spirit.
The magic sword was stained with blood, and in an instant, it let out a ray of light, as if it was being reflected by candlelight.
The Daoren stood up and took a few glances, then turned to a skinny Daoist with drooping eyelids and said, "Seventh brother, it's your turn."
The skinny Daoist snorted and said to the boy coldly, "Come here, send me on my way."
After saying that, he shook his body, and the Yuanying escaped from his head, and he also jumped into the Qin Yang Drum.
The boy had just killed a Yuanying Zhenren, and he thought he was in a dream, but when he was called, he immediately quivered and came back to his senses. He first looked at his ancestor, and when he saw that there was no expression on his face, he calmed himself down.
After this, his courage seemed to have grown a lot, and after calming his breathing, he walked in front of the skinny Daoist, raised the magic sword up high, and swung it down. The blade of the sword sliced through the neck without any delay, and the Daoist's head rolled down.
The magic sword passed through the blood, and originally it was like ordinary iron reflecting light, but now, looking at it from afar, it seemed to be even brighter than Just Now, giving off a lustrous light like jade.
"It really is a killing sword, boy, it's my turn."
In the southeast corner, a white-robed cultivator stood up. This person had a smile on his face, as if he was very open to life and death, and he didn't forget to tidy up his clothes, then took out a pot of wine and drank two mouthfuls, saying, "Boy, do it quickly, then Just Now You will look happy."
The boy came up, and after killing two people, he had also adapted a lot, so he came up and wanted to slash. But the white-robed cultivator used his fingers to pinch the blade of the sword. He waved his hand and said, "Wait, let me drink another mouthful of wine."
The old Taoist frowned and said, "Fifth Brother, what time is it? Why don't you put away your lazy attitude!"
The white-robed cultivator laughed heartily and stretched his head forward, revealing his smooth, white neck. He clapped his hands and said, "Charge over here."
The boy gripped the hilt of his sword and aimed at that place. With a shout, he raised his sword and chopped down. "Pu!" This person's head also fell off.
With a flash of blood-red light, a Yuanying jumped out from the severed neck and entered the Qin Yang Great Drum.
At this moment, the Taoist with the hoarse voice waved his sleeves and stood up.
This person's hair was tied into two buns. His eyebrows were bright, and he had a mustache. His clothes were simple and elegant, and he had the air of an immortal.
He raised his head and sighed. "If it had been a day or two later, why would we have lost our lives in vain? Now, he could only give up his physical body. When he reincarnates in the future, he will look for a fated chance. "
Daoren also sighed, "Third Brother, be careful."
The Taoist bowed and then straightened his back, not moving at all. Due to his aura, the boy actually didn't dare to step forward.
Daoren looked at him and pushed him. The boy couldn't help but take a few steps forward. When he raised his head, he saw that the Taoist was right in front of him. He didn't think much and used the momentum he had Just Now to swing the sword with both hands. Blood splattered, and the head was chopped off.
After killing four Nascent Soul cultivators in a row, the boy suddenly felt weak and almost collapsed to the ground.
Daoren's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Quickly throw away the sword."
The boy didn't think and immediately let go, throwing the sword away. However, the sword didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it buzzed and flew in the air. It seemed to have a mind of its own.
The old Daoist stretched out his hand and grabbed the sword. He stared blankly at the cold blade that was as clear as autumn water. His gaze was complicated and it was hard to tell if he was happy or sad. He mumbled, "It's done."
This sword was a killing sword. It was one of Perfected Su Mo's belongings. It was said that it was taken from a demonic cultivator.
There was a strange thing about this sword. The higher the cultivation of the person killed by it, the more powerful it was.
That day, Su Mo was afraid that he couldn't control this sword, so he forcefully erased the sword spirit and refined it for his own use. Later, he gave it to Daoren.
Now, they used the lives of four Yuanying Perfected Cultivators to nourish this sword. They wanted to borrow the sword's power to cut open the last restriction on the True Dragon Manor. Then, they would let Daoren charge in and try with all their strength to see if he could use the remains of the azure dragon to form a grotto-heaven.
If he succeeded, he might be able to escape with his life.
Daoren held the sword and stood up. He stared at the heavy stone gate in front of him.
This restriction had been refined by the five of them for more than 20 years. Originally, with a few more years of hard work, they would be able to succeed.
Even if it dragged on for a day or two and a key restriction was broken, there would be one less person who would be sacrificed to the sword.
However, they didn't expect that before a day had passed, the formation outside had already been broken. They had no choice but to sacrifice four Yuanying Perfected Cultivators to feed this killing sword. The price they paid was huge.
However, it was useless to think about it now. He muttered a few words and bit the tip of his tongue. He spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the tip of the sword. Then, he tossed the sword into the air. It turned into a pure white light and viciously slashed down on the restriction!
There was a thunderous explosion. The rumbling sound spread far and wide. Even the Qincang School's mountain gate could hear it clearly.
Daoren waved his sleeves and swept away the dust. When he looked again, he saw that the restriction was gone and the gate was wide open. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He put the Qinyang Drum into his sleeves and impatiently flew in.
Su Yiang saw that the gate of the True Dragon Manor was broken and couldn't help but be shocked.
He wanted to go in and take a look, but he was worried that the other party would discover him. After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind. Just as he was about to stir up the distracting thoughts in the child's heart and entice him to enter the manor, he heard a voice from inside, "Su Yihua, come in."
When the child heard the ancestor call his name, he felt a wave of fear in his heart. However, if the ancestor wanted to kill him, he could do so with just a wave of his hand. He couldn't resist.
After nervously entering the room, he looked around and saw that it was empty. There were no pillars or beams, only a stone tablet standing alone in the middle of the hall. There were thick chains leading in all directions from the top.
When he looked carefully, he realized that he was on a copper plate that was suspended in the air. However, it was pitch black below him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
At this moment, Daoren's face was filled with uncertainty as he stared at the stone tablet in a daze.
Just Now, he had come in. Originally, he had the heart to cut off all means of retreat, but after seeing this item, his determination to rise up receded like the tide.
This stone tablet was the key to the True Dragon Manor. There was a large formation on it called the Seven Stars Great Shift Formation. If this formation could be activated, it could move the entire manor to another place.
But because of that, the old Daoist hesitated.
He slashed open the gate. Previously, he was forced into a corner and wanted to fight to the death to achieve the position of the Heavenly Grotto-Heaven.
However, putting aside the fact that there was only a sliver of hope, the moment he stepped into the Elephant Realm, the Black Azure Sect's Heavenly Abode would rush over to kill him, and he would want to escape. If he wanted to escape, it would be extremely difficult.
Originally, he had no way out and had to do this. However, after entering the manor, the stone tablet gave him another choice. He couldn't help but hesitate.
However, the reason why he didn't move was because he had no other choice. If he wanted to move such a huge True Dragon Manor, it would consume a lot of spiritual energy. He wasn't 100% confident and might not succeed even if he lost his life.
After thinking about it a few times, he felt that there was a higher chance of moving the manor.
Since he had made up his mind, he gave up on his previous thoughts. He placed his hand on the stone tablet and poured spiritual energy into it, activating the formation.
However, when he activated the teleportation formation just now, he felt all the magic power in his body gushing out like a broken dam. He couldn't help but frown and suddenly said, "Junior Brothers, quickly come out and help me!"
The moment he said that, the four Yuanying jumped out together. They used their strength at the same time and the entire stone tablet shone.
However, they didn't have physical bodies, so every bit of magic power they used was a bit less. After a short while, the four Nascent Souls that were originally shining with golden light became dim. It seemed like they wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
After a few more breaths, the four Nascent Souls were finally exhausted, turning into specks of light and dispersing. Without the protection of the four Nascent Souls, the four Nascent Souls returned to his sleeve.
At this moment, the stone tablet was still a little short. Daoren knew with one look that unless he was willing to disperse his own Yuanying and pour all his spiritual energy into it, he definitely wouldn't be able to activate the formation. However, if he did that, his cultivation would also completely dissipate.
He had already lived for more than nine hundred years. If he wanted to refine his cultivation back, it would be impossible. He sighed in his heart and said, "Forget it!"
He turned his head and shouted at the boy, "Su Yihua, remember this. After we leave, you must guard this cave well and wait patiently for us to reincarnate. In the future, when the Su Clan is restored, we will remember you as the greatest merit!"
The boy didn't understand and answered in a daze.
Daoren didn't have time to talk to him and shouted, "Qin Yang Zhenren, I hope you can take care of this bloodline for my clan …"
At this moment, a ray of light flashed by and a yellow-clothed youth walked out. He said mockingly, "The Su clan's descendants are useless, yet they want this old man to take care of a disciple who hasn't opened his meridians. If this gets out, I won't have the face to see my old friends again."
Daoren said, "The Su clan is about to be destroyed. Without my Su clan's bloodline to refine, I'm afraid Zhenren will never be able to achieve Dao."
The youth glanced at him and said, "Don't use this to threaten me. How can I not understand this logic? If it wasn't for Su Mo not listening to my advice and overestimating his own strength to fight that fierce person, even his spirit couldn't escape, how would your Su clan end up in such a state today? "
Daoren was silent.
The youth looked at him and said unhappily, "Alright, this old man doesn't have the mood to teach the younger generation a lesson today."
He turned around and said to the boy with a smile that wasn't a smile, "Kid, you got lucky. Let's see how your luck is."
He raised his hand and patted the top of the boy's head and put him away. Then, he himself also turned into light and disappeared.
Seeing that the path of retreat had been arranged properly, Daoren no longer hesitated and shouted loudly. Yuanying escaped out of the top of the door and operated the formation with all his might.
In a split second, it was as if the sky and earth were collapsing and the mountains were collapsing. With a loud sound that shook the heavens, the entire Surging Waves Lake was tossed up. The True Dragon Manor that was originally several dozen miles underground shifted in the blink of an eye and went somewhere unknown.
At this moment, Zhang Yan was standing on the flag platform and hadn't gone deep into the abode. So he naturally noticed the great commotion below, and he pondered deeply for a moment before he said, "Fellow Daoist Su, do you know what's going on below?"
Su Yi 'an said angrily, "Reporting to Old Master, that Su clan's old ancestor actually broke the door of the True Dragon Manor and activated the teleportation formation within. He has already moved the entire cave to another place."
Zhang Yan couldn't help but be a little surprised and asked, "Do you know where they went?"
Su Yi 'an thought for a moment and said with a little uncertainty, "Even if my separated soul went thousands of miles away, I would still be able to sense it. But right now, I can't sense it at all. I'm afraid … I'm afraid it's no longer above the Donghua Continent."
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