"Don't panic when we see what kind of changes will occur in the world later."
The disciples of the Aoyama Sect asked the townspeople to go home. The few tourists also returned to the inn. The street was soon emptied.
A disciple looked at the corpse on the ground and asked confusedly, "This disciple of the Underworld has an ordinary soul fire and weak supernatural power. Why did he dare to stay here?"
A disciple answered, "Who knows? Maybe he just wanted to see Uncle Master's ascension. Who wouldn't want to see such a grand scene? "
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and green leaves fell from the trees by the road.
The disciples raised their heads to look at the sky and saw hundreds of sword gleams flying towards the peaks from all over the sky. Behind them, there were more than ten glowing treasures that filled the sky. The last one was a gigantic lotus that crossed the sky. The Zen breath floated higher than the sky.
"Is that the Old Lady of the Platanus Sect?"
"Master of Mercy!"
"The Chief of the Mirror Sect!"
"That Sword Qi soared into the sky, insufferably arrogant, could it be that person?"
"The senior brothers of Liangwang Peak are back. So is Elder Si of the Shangde Peak!"
"The Curtain Rollers are here too?"
The disciples were shocked speechless. If it weren't for today's event, they wouldn't have seen so many important figures at the same time.
Zhao Layue didn't pay attention to these things. She carried Yin San's corpse and walked out of the town.
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Master Meng didn't leave the town. Instead, he stood on a tall tree outside the town and looked at the peak with mixed feelings.
Grandmaster Jing Yang had a very high status, and was the young brother of the Immortal Taiping. Even the Sect Master had to call him Young Senior Master respectfully.
It was said that the grand-uncle master's talent was shocking and he had created countless unimaginable records in the cultivation world. However, he spent most of his time training in the ninth summit and rarely met outsiders. Not many of the senior disciples in the peaks had seen the grand-uncle master's true face, much less him.
Today, not only were the Sect Masters of the major sects here, but many reclusive masters were also here.
He didn't expect that the legendary Zen Master of the Buddhism Sect would also come.
It was said that there might be powerful figures from other continents hiding in the depths of the clouds.
It was indeed a grand event that hadn't been seen in a thousand years.
What if that sword light came from the Sword God or the Saber Saint?
Master Meng was at a loss.
Those names were too far away from him.
That mountain was even further away from him.
As for that Martial Granduncle, he had only heard some rumors.
It was said that after the Sect Leader inherited the position, when he mentioned this elder who was cultivating in seclusion in the peak, he only said the three words' Young Martial Uncle 'and did not say anything else. There were too many things he did not want to say.
He understood why, just like the entire Aoyama Sect understood why the Sword Justice of Shangde Peak never showed any respect when he mentioned this Grand Uncle Master. He would only snort coldly.
The Little Grand Master was the strongest cultivator in the Aoyama Sect, or even the entire continent.
However, from the day he stepped into Aoyama, he had been cultivating in the mountains, rarely showing himself in front of others, let alone fighting.
He didn't represent the Aoyama Sect to participate in the Plum Meeting, didn't compete with the swordsmen of the Imperial Court of Zhaoge, didn't compete with the hidden swordsmen of other sects, and didn't participate in the secret bloody battles between the Cultivation sects and the Elders of the Underworld. He wasn't even seen in the three battles against the Cultivation swordsmen of the Snowy Kingdom.
On the long path of Cultivation, he had done nothing but Cultivation.
It was true that only this kind of Cultivation practitioner, who had no worldly desires and no emotions, could reach the end of the path of Cultivation and reach an unimaginable Cultivation state.
However, such a Cultivation life … no matter how high the Grand Master's Cultivation state was, it was meaningless to the disciples of the younger generation. What was the significance to the Aoyama Sect? What was the significance to the people in the world?
No matter how shocking it was, a legend was just a legend, and it couldn't exist in the real world. So let's go.
Looking at the faintly discernible peak in the fog, the corners of his mouth curled up into a bitter smile.
When he saw Zhao Layue carrying the corpse of the devil man of the Underworld and walking toward the outskirts of the town, the bitterness in his smile disappeared. He was a bit surprised, but also comforted.
The whole world was watching that peak, but she didn't look at it.
How could her Dao Heart be so peaceful at such a young age?
She was indeed the talented young girl that the entire Aoyama Sect had been watching in secret.
Suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at the peak again.
Just as he had said, those who were qualified to look at that peak were all looking in that direction at this moment.
The clouds and fog between the peaks seemed to be stirred up by an invisible giant hand, rolling violently and flowing out in all directions, gradually revealing the clear blue sky.
A few blurry figures deep in the clouds were forced to reveal themselves, bowing toward the Tianguang Peak where the Aoyama Sect was located. They seemed calm, but in fact, it was rather awkward.
In a place further away, two black shadows with cold flames were retreating at high speed. They seemed to be in a sorry state.
Master Meng could guess that one of them was the High Priest of the Underworld, but who was the other person?
The Aoyama Formation didn't launch an attack. Laughter sounded from the Tianguang Peak, and at the same time, an extremely eerie Sword Will arose.
The Sword Will swept out in all directions like a wave.
A ray of sword light rose from the cliffs, as if it was forced to respond, and floated away.
It wasn't until the ray of sword light had retreated three thousand miles and reached the West Sea that the Sword Will from the Tianguang Peak gradually subsided.
"The Sect Leader has drawn his sword!" Master Meng was slightly surprised.
There were only a few people in the entire continent who were qualified to make the Sect Leader of the Aoyama Sect use the Sword of Inherited Heaven.
That ray of cold light above the West Sea was the Sword God's sword?
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No matter what happened, even if these famous figures appeared one after another, it had no effect on the Ninth Peak.
The Lone Peak was still as quiet as ever, as if there was no aura at all.
Suddenly, the heavens and earth changed color. More than ten bolts of lightning tore through the blue sky, and dozens of heavenly thunderbolts bombarded the Lone Peak!
The thunderbolts, which contained the might of heaven and earth, were cut into pieces before they could even touch the peak, turning into green smoke.
This was because a ray of sword light had appeared from the Lone Peak.
No one knew whether this sword or the Sword of Inherited Heaven was more powerful.
Not to mention Master Meng, even those figures three thousand miles away could not tell.
The ray of sword light that appeared on the Lone Peak did not seem to have any power.
It was just a simple sword that casually slashed toward the sky.
Yet the heavenly thunderbolts were extinguished upon contact.
The sword light continued upward.
A soft hiss sounded.
An extremely thin crack appeared in the azure sky.
Countless rays of light that resembled gold and jade flowed down from that crack, dispersing upon contact with the wind and turning into countless light spots, illuminating the entire continent.
Cutting the heavens with one sword?
According to the records, when those great cultivators ascended, they all relied on their own cultivation to bitterly resist the heavenly thunderbolts until they passed the test. The heavenly thunderbolts stopped, and the rays of light fell like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden. Only then could the path to heaven be seen.
But today, Martial Granduncle Jingyang did not wait for the second round of heavenly thunderbolts and took the initiative to attack.
Could it be that he wanted to use his own sword to forcefully cut open a path to heaven?
What kind of boldness was this! What kind of confidence was that?!
Master Meng was extremely shocked. His face was pale and his lips trembled.
The owner of that ray of sword light above the West Sea and the experts who were watching the ceremony in the Aoyama Sect were also shocked speechless when they saw this scene.
On the Lone Peak, that ray of sword light was still flying toward the sky.
The strong winds howled and the heavenly thunderbolts rumbled incessantly.
That sword light paid no attention to it and continued to move upward.
If this was the final test that heaven and earth gave to the cultivators who were about to ascend, then the response of this ray of sword light could be said to be completely rude.
The battle between the might of heaven and earth and that sword will had long dispersed the clouds and mist between the mountains. For the first time, the nine peaks of the Aoyama Sect appeared in the eyes of the world at the same time. But no one paid any attention to it, because all eyes were on that ray of sword light.
That ray of sword light was getting closer and closer to the sky.
The crack in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and the flowing rays of light were getting thicker and thicker, making the world brighter and brighter.
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