The tomb robber was a Brahman Sea realm cultivator, after all. Before Yu Shangrong, he could not even muster the will to resist.
He had only heard of the famous Sword Devil in the cultivation world, but he did not know that the person standing before him was Yu Shangrong.
He thought the person who had suddenly appeared was some demon or ghost that had come to claim his life.
He was afraid, so afraid that he could not be any more afraid.
When a person was extremely afraid, they would lose the ability to move.
This tomb robber was one of them.
He wanted to open his mouth and beg for mercy, but under Yu Shangrong's indifferent expression and aura, he could not open his mouth no matter how hard he tried. All he could do was gulp.
When he looked up, he noticed Yu Shangrong was not looking at him. Instead, Yu Shangrong's gaze was focused on something else.
This was not a ghost but a living person hiding in the Melilot Graveyard.
Howl!
The howl of a wolf rang through the mountains, the forest, and the snow.
The howl of a wild wolf pulled him back to the present.
Yu Shangrong's gaze finally fell on the tomb robber.
He did not speak.
Instead, he walked toward the tomb robber.
The tomb robber finally asked, "You … You … Who are you?"
Yu Shangrong glanced at the four corpses on the ground before he continued walking out of the Melilot Graveyard.
His attention was focused on the sunlight outside.
The scenery was picturesque, and the sun was as warm as spring.
"Three kowtows," Yu Shangrong said.
His voice was as sharp as a knife. This was completely different from his gentle and refined personality.
The tomb robber did not dare to delay. He kowtowed three times toward the bones in the Melilot Graveyard. After he was done, his forehead was already numb. He did not feel any pain.
When he turned around …
The Longevity Sword that was still hovering in the Melilot Graveyard flashed.
Swoosh!
The Longevity Sword slid across the tomb robber's neck.
It returned to Yu Shangrong's scabbard.
The tomb robber's body froze on the spot. His eyes were wide open as a bloody gash appeared on his neck. Blood seeped out and mingled with the blood of the other four. It looked like a blooming melilot.
As he fell, the stone doors of the Melilot Graveyard slowly closed.
Everything was plunged into darkness.
…
Yu Shangrong looked up at the pack of wolves sitting on the hill.
Howl!
The wolves howled together, causing the snowflakes on the branches to fall.
He smiled as he looked at the setting sun. "It's you guys again."
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"I'm fine."
Howl.
"I'll leave this place to you."
Howl.
"I'll assume that you understand."
Yu Shangrong turned around slowly and walked southeast.
Creak, creak, creak …
Perhaps, it had been a long time since he enjoyed the feeling of stepping on snow, he did not fly.
Just like that, step by step, he walked through the snow, walked through the forest, and arrived in front of a mountain.
Yu Shangrong raised his right hand and raised his palm. His avatar appeared.
The Hundred Tribulations Insight avatar hovered above his palm. There was no golden lotus, only … three plump leaves that revolved around it.
A Three-leaf Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm Sword Devil. For a long time, Yu Shangrong would not even spare a glance at a cultivator of this realm.
Weak, very weak. He was so weak that he couldn't even enter his eyes.
The weakest Sword Demon in history?
Yu Shangrong retracted his avatar and walked in the air. He hovered in the air and looked down at the surroundings of Wuxian Mountain.
He saw a world of snow as far as his eyes could see. There was no end in sight.
Yu Shangrong looked southeast.
He had spent five days flying from the Green Jade Altar.
It would take him at least ten days to return with his Three-leaf cultivation base.
When he was young, he had trekked over mountains and rivers for several months with his body and willpower that had no cultivation base.
He hovered in the air and looked down at the ground.
Yu Shangrong smiled faintly as he flew southeast.
…
The sun was setting, and night fell.
Inside the Cave of Reflection, Si Wuya tossed the mathematical problem in his hand aside. He rubbed his eyes in a manner that was not gentlemanly at all. He sighed and shook his head. "There are all sorts of strange things in the boundless world. Where did master get these strange problems from? "
Up until now, apart from the first two problems, he had yet to solve any of the other problems.
How could he not feel frustrated and frustrated?
The moonlight shone into the Cave of Reflection. Rustle …
A strange sound rang in his ears.
"Who's there?"
Si Wuya walked to the cave's entrance and searched the area with his eyes.
The sound was well-concealed, but Si Wuya heard it.
"Inner breathing technique?"
Many cultivators would cultivate cultivation methods similar to the inner breathing technique in order to gather information. As the name suggested, the cultivator would be like a dead man if he breathed inwardly and withdrew his energy. The inner breathing technique could not be used for too long, or it would cause internal injuries. The goal was to shield the senses of elites.
Therefore, the major sects had constructed various Formations and barriers to prevent spies from spying on them.
The inner breathing technique was similar to that of a mortal. First, they would not be able to pass through the barriers. Then, they would be captured by the Formations.
Golden Court Mountain's barrier had long since disappeared.
However, given the Evil Sky Pavilion's reputation, it was not a place that ordinary scoundrels dared to enter.
Who would be so bold?
Swoosh!
A figure emerged from the vines on the right near the Cave of Reflection.
"Sect master!"
The figure fell to one knee at the Cave of Reflection as soon as he appeared.
Si Wuya looked at the figure and exclaimed in shock, "Ye Zhixing … Why are you here?"
"Shh!"
Ye Zhixing looked to his left and right before he hastily walked up to the Cave of Reflection. He produced a dagger-like weapon and said, "I'll get you out of here."
"Wait." Si Wuya raised his hand. "Who sent you?"
"Sect master … Time is precious. The seven great sects have formed an alliance. At that time, Golden Court Mountain will be plunged into a storm of blood. It's dangerous for you to stay here. "
Ye Zhixing studied his surroundings. When he confirmed that Si Wuya's cultivation base was sealed, he became even more determined to get Si Wuya out of this place.
Si Wuya shook his head and said, "You're here at the right time. Tell me about the seven great sects."
"Sect master!"
Ye Zhixing raised the dagger in his hand anxiously.
"Hm?" Si Wuya frowned slightly. "Ye Zhixing."
His voice deepened as he called out Ye Zhixing's name in a dignified and imposing manner.
Ye Zhixing was taken aback.
Si Wuya continued to say, "Obey my orders!"
"Understood." Ye Zhixing shuddered. He did not dare to act rashly.
"When you get out of here, contact our spies from the seven great sects and investigate their trump cards," Si Wuya said.
"Yes, sect master … However, how should I inform you?" Ye Zhixing turned to look at the cliff in the night sky. He could not always climb up the cliff.
"Just send a letter to the Evil Sky Pavilion," Si Wuya said.
"Sect master?"
"I've made up my mind," Si Wuya ordered, "Go down the mountain."
When Ye Zhixing saw Si Wuya's expressionless face, he did not dare to stay any longer. He turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
Meanwhile.
Duanmu Sheng stood on a towering tree outside the northern pavilion. He looked at the Cave of Reflection as he muttered to himself, "For the sake of Old Fourth and Old Eighth, I'll spare you this time. I hope you'll be able to help. "
After saying this, Duanmu Sheng dove and landed on a rock halfway up the mountain. He stabbed his Overlord Spear into a crevice and stood guard like a mountain god.
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