Shen Lintu saw that Zhang Yan was refining the spirit vein. As a senior cultivator and an elder of the Chongyue True Temple, if he were to make a move now, he would be ridiculed for taking advantage of a junior. Therefore, he did not come down to disturb him, only closing his eyes and meditating on the roof of the hall.
He knew that Zhang Yan was proficient in controlling the flying sword. Even if he could not win, he could escape with the sword escape. However, he was not afraid that Zhang Yan could escape.
He was a third layer Yuanying cultivator and cultivated a Yuanying dharmakaya. This dharmakaya had already broken away from the shackles of the corporeal body. When it flew, it was like a flowing light, not inferior to the flying sword at all. Although it could not compare to the Extreme Sword of the Shaoqing three lineages, it should not be a problem for him to catch up to ordinary sword cultivators.
Under the sea meridian, Zhang Yan also seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and looked, revealing a pondering expression. However, he did not have the intention to show himself. He still sat there without moving, circulating his mana and calmly collecting the spirit vein.
The two of them stayed in this reef manor. Although they had not made a move yet, it caused the small demons occupying the surrounding halls to be abnormally frightened.
In just a few hours, they scattered like birds and beasts. A day later, all the cultivators within a hundred miles of the sea region had retreated far away.
Eight days passed like this. The mountain river diagram floating in the air let out a deep and distant sound. It was like a drum in the wilderness or thunder in the deep valley. The mountain on the diagram was originally illusory, but now it was real, as if there was really a towering mountain standing in front of it.
At this moment, Zhang Yan had Just Now collected the spirit vein under the reef manor completely. Only a little bit was left, and he did not destroy it in one go.
This hall was originally filled with splendor, shining like pearls. It was like the wondrous state of immortals. However, the moment the spirit was gone, it immediately fell to the mortal world, becoming dim and completely devoid of color.
Zhang Yan raised his hand and pointed. The mountain river diagram was kept, turning into a ray of light and falling into his sleeves. Then, he shook his robe and stood up, slightly tidying his clothes. With a tap of his feet, a ray of light appeared and broke through the sea meridian. Rising upwards.
In just an instant, he arrived above the sea. He looked down and saw Shen Lintu sitting on the roof of a palace a few miles away. He said, "I wonder which Fellow Daoist has been waiting here for several days. Are you looking for me?"
Shen Lintu focused his eyes and saw that the Strong Cloud above Zhang Yan's head was as clear as a thin mist. It was obvious that it had not been condensed for long. However, his entire body was overflowing with the aura of the Dao, and there was even a strand of heroic spirit that was difficult to conceal between his brows. It just happened to be like a flying sword that was hidden in his bosom, yet revealed a sharp glow, and he was absolutely not someone ordinary could compare to.
He pondered for a moment. With a wave of his horsetail whisk, a cloud of mist appeared under his feet, lifting his feather-like body midair. He stood face to face with Zhang Yan and politely said, "Daoren is Shen Lintu from the Chongyue Zhen Guan. I came here to look for you. "
Zhang Yan bowed and smiled, "So it's Elder Shen from the Chongyue Zhen Guan, nice to meet you."
Shen Lintu also had a discerning eye. Seeing that Zhang Yan was talking and laughing calmly in front of him, he was afraid that Zhang Yan had some sort of extraordinary backing. Thus, he did not attack immediately. Instead, he thought of using words to persuade Zhang Yan.
If Zhang Yan was from a small sect, he would not think about all this. Once he came out of the sea meridian, he would probably capture him and interrogate him about where the Yin Killer Blade was hidden. It was because Zhang Yan was a disciple of the Qincang School that he had such concerns.
The Chongyue Zhen Guan stood outside of the East Sea and told their disciples that they were on par with the ten sects of the Donghua Mystical Sect. However, Shen Lintu knew that those words were just to put gold on their face and deceive the junior disciples.
If they were to really compare, even the Lishan Sect, which was ranked last among the ten sects, was far from being comparable to the Chongyue Zhen Guan. Moreover, the Qincang School was a Mystical Sect that had existed for thousands of years. Therefore, it was best to be able to settle this matter safely.
Therefore, he tried to slow down his tone and said, "In my Chongyue Zhen Guan, there used to be an important weapon called the Yin Killer Blade. Back then, it was carried by a disciple of our sect, Shen Minggu. Decades ago, Tao Zhenren established his sect on the Outer Sea. In that battle, he was defeated by you. It was rumored that this blade was also taken by you. May I ask if this is true?"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Yan's face and did not move.
Zhang Yan thought for a while and admitted frankly, "Yes, at that time, the Yin Killer Blade had fallen into the hands of I."
It was the same whether he said it or not. Since this person had come from thousands of miles away, he would definitely not be dismissed with just a few words. He might as well admit it directly. As for what moves he had in the future, he would just have to wait and see.
Seeing that Zhang Yan admitted it, Shen Lintu's expression immediately changed. His gaze was both excited and anxious. He said, "May I know where this blade is now?"
Zhang Yan said lightly, "This item is fated with a disciple of I, so it has been bestowed to him."
Shen Lintu frowned. He was silent for a while, then slowly said, "There is no harm in letting you know that this treasure can help Daoren open the Imperial Gate and climb the Dharma Mountain again. When Daoren heard about the whereabouts of this treasure, he hurried over. The urgency in his heart cannot be expressed in words. As long as you hand it over, we can avoid a pointless battle."
At the end of his words, his expression was extremely stern.
Throughout history, cultivators loathed those that obstructed their path towards the Dao the most, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were mortal enemies. He was clearly telling Zhang Yan that if Zhang Yan wasn't willing to hand over this True Artifact, then he would have no way out today and could only fight to the death with Zhang Yan.
He originally thought that with his identity as a 3rd layer Nascent Soul cultivator, no matter if it was cultivation or cultivation, he would be much higher than Zhang Yan. The moment he said this, he knew that Zhang Yan would feel a lot of pressure and would think about it.
But he did not expect that when Zhang Yan heard this, he raised his eyebrows and laughed out loud. He said, "Friend Shen, if you want this item, you can come and get it yourself. Why waste your breath?"
Shen Lintu saw that Zhang Yan's answer was extremely unyielding, as if he was not afraid of a battle. His face darkened and there was a hint of anger in him. He said, "Since you don't know what is good for you, then there is no need to say more. You and I will fight here and decide who this blade belongs to."
He waved his sleeve and retreated a thousand feet away. He turned around and stood still. He waved his hand again and a two-edged flying knife about half a foot long flew out from his back. It hovered above his head.
The two ends of the knife were sharp like a shuttle. The body of the knife was like jade, whiter than snow. Under the scorching sun, it gave off a cold glow.
Since there was no way to negotiate, he had the intention to kill. He pointed forward and the knife turned into a white light that slashed forward.
The speed of the knife was unparalleled. Shen Lintu only needed to raise his hand and it was already in front of Zhang Yan.
A Yuanying third grade cultivator was not to be underestimated. Zhang Yan had previously fought with the cult deity of Lie Xuan Sect. That time, he relied on the Double Moon Peak's formation to subdue and refine it. This time, he did not have anything to rely on. Therefore, he did not dare to be careless. He made a sword gesture with his hand and there was a sound of a sword. The Stars Sword Pill flew out and went against the knife light.
Shen Lintu sneered, and with a spell, the saber split into two, transforming into two flying sabers that lined up on his left and right. He wanted to use the momentum to avoid the sword light, but the Stellar Sword Pellet suddenly shook and also transformed into two sword lights, splitting up to face the enemy.
With a series of clanging sounds, the two swords and blades clashed hundreds of times in an instant. At this moment, the flying daggers had already turned into twenty-seven, while the flying swords had shaken off sixteen sword beams, unleashing their full strength to fight against them. Although they were inferior in number, relying on their flying speed, they were able to barely parry the attacks.
Shen Lintu laughed and said, "You do have some skills. Let's see how you block it."
He stretched out his left hand and flipped his palm to produce a ball of dense white Qi. He raised his right hand and pointed at it. The ball of white Qi suddenly combined and condensed into a white saber. Then, he made a series of hand signs and the white Qi continued to be produced and condensed into sabers. Only when there were twenty-seven sabers did he stop.
He looked forward and shook his wrist. He said, "Go." The twenty-seven white knives flew out.
He didn't join the previous battle circle but went around it, circling from the side and attacking from the empty door.
Zhang Yan had fought with the disciples of Chongyue True Light more than once. He had also obtained the cultivation method of the Liyuan Yin Yang Flying Dagger from Beigong Hao, an elder of the Chongyue True Light Sect. Therefore, he had a slight understanding of this Taoist technique. He knew that this was a profound Dharma Access for killing and fighting formations. When practiced to the extreme, it could even be comparable to the art of flying swords. Therefore, he did not underestimate it.
He pointed with his index and middle fingers. A ray of water appeared out of nowhere. The waves scattered and the tide surged up. The flying knives were dragged along by the water. The tip of the knives sank as if they were going to be thrown into the water.
Shen Lintu snorted and silently made a hand sign. These white blades immediately shook and suddenly transformed into Qi and flew away, breaking free from the restraints of the water light. When they combined again, they had already turned into a pitch-black color. Streaks of black light, like illusory shadows, instantly penetrated the water light and attacked Zhang Yan's inner circle.
The Yin Yang Flying Knife was known as the "Knife Hidden Technique, Refining Yin and Yang". When Shen Lintu had practiced it, the Yang Knife could turn into the Yin Knife at any time. The Yin Knife could also turn into the Yang Knife in an instant. The force of hardness and softness could be changed according to the incantation in the battle formation.
This technique was the foundation of this Dao technique. The reason why Shen Lintu wanted the Yin Killing Knife was that if he could use this knife as a Yin Knife and then use his mana to refine it as a Yang Knife, he would be able to see through the secret gate and enter the Grotto-Heaven Realm.
Because of this reason, if he didn't have this item, he would not let Zhang Yan escape even if he had to chase him to the ends of the earth.
Zhang Yan saw that even before the flying dagger reached him, the Yin Qi was already dense and his body felt like it was soaked in cold water. He swung his sleeves and took out the Earth Splitting Qian Kun. When the treasure sensed the flying dagger's Qi, it immediately released a ten feet wide golden light curtain that surrounded his body.
The knife's Qi was extremely powerful. When it arrived in front of him, it flashed fiercely. The golden light kept shaking and rippling. However, every time it looked like it was about to break, the Qian Kun Leaf would shake and solidify a little.
Shen Lintu's eyes turned cold. He snorted and muttered a few gestures. He spread out his hands and shook his shoulder. Twenty-seven white knives flew out from his left shoulder. He shouted and the knife's Qi on the left and right combined in the middle. It turned into a five feet long Yang Knife that shone brightly and emitted wisps of smoke.
It was different from the white knives from before. This knife seemed to be a precious weapon. He stretched out his hand and held it in his hand. He aimed at the Qian Kun Leaf and slashed it. In an instant, the golden light that protected the Dharma was broken!
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