A beam of sword light pierced through his chest.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect grunted and fell down like a falling leaf.
His state was not far from that of the Immortal Liu Ci, the Sect Master of Aoyama, but his spiritual awareness was greatly impacted by the Immortal Emperor's palm strike. How could he avoid the most powerful sword strike that Liu Ci had prepared for several days and was reinforced by Aoyama?
Just when everyone thought that the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was dead for sure, the falling leaf suddenly disappeared in the wind, leaving only a trail of burning black smoke.
The black smoke was composed of extremely fine black powder, which should be the vajra pestle he used to sneak attack the Kylin. He had used some evil method to replace his own body and saved his life for the time being. The reason why it was burning was that the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect's blood essence spilled out, indicating that he was seriously wounded.
The beam of sword light disappeared in the ocean of clouds.
But it was not over yet.
The ocean of clouds was rolling restlessly, like the accumulated snow on the peak of Shenmo Peak, which was being traversed by the cat named Liu Ada.
Countless sword wills appeared above the ocean of clouds and sprinkled on the earth, covering the mountains, rivers, and lakes within a radius of a hundred miles by the East Sea.
The sword wills were either awe-inspiring or serene, but they did not look like a net, but more like a mountain, or a huge sword.
Even though they were over ten miles away, the sword wills could still be clearly transmitted to the ground. The protective formation of the Guocheng Temple was activated again, appearing extremely vigilant and even uneasy. The winter trees at the edge of the temple were swaying, and the needle-like leaves kept falling like rain.
The villagers and the patients outside the Guocheng Temple could not sense the sword wills, but they could clearly feel the awe and fear in the depths of their hearts.
The smell of firecrackers and cured meat was cut into pieces, disappearing with the wind along with the festive atmosphere.
The sword wills seemed to be searching for something. The blade of the huge sword moved from the Guocheng Temple to the north, then to the east, and came to the sea.
The waves suddenly quieted down.
The blade of the invisible huge sword moved to the north again.
Wherever it passed, evil practitioners and monsters showed themselves and fled in all directions. Some monsters who knew that they had committed grave sins even tried their best to burrow into the ground, regardless of the danger.
The blade landed outside of Shui Yue Nunnery.
The Heavenly Well leading to the Underworld became even quieter than usual. The moaning of the wind could no longer be heard. Two or three weak spirits avoided the spell, but as soon as they showed their heads, they were silently suppressed into a puff of smoke.
Shui Yue Nunnery stood up at the lakeside, feeling the sword essences in the sky, his face turned solemn, thinking what exactly happened, Aoyama actually activated the sword formation!
She turned around and looked into the room.
Guo Dong was still sleeping soundly in the round window.
The Abbess thought silently, Senior Martial Sister, when will you wake up?
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Whether it was the leader of the righteous sects or the rats of the evil sects, whether it was the Nian ghosts in the human world or the Yin spirits in the Underworld, they all felt fear before this sword intent.
Is this the legendary Aoyama Sword Array?
He was thousands of miles away, but he was able to affect the world by the East Sea. This was truly an unimaginable thing.
Monk Duhai glanced at the unconscious Zhuo Rusui and thought sentimentally that being targeted by the Sword Formation of Aoyama meant certain death.
It was no wonder that the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the other two hidden swordsmen could only live without seeing the sun despite their exceptional prowess.
If someone hadn't prepared beforehand, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect would have been dead already.
Moreover, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was severely wounded at the moment. If he couldn't block the probing of the Sword Formation of Aoyama, it was hard to tell how long he could live.
The blood of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect fell down from the sky into the Guocheng Temple, and it was still burning. Soon, a few buildings near the Tranquil Garden were set ablaze.
The highly achieved monks of the Guocheng Temple dismantled the Protective Formation of the Visible Flame as quickly as they could and switched to the Bottle Holding Formation of the Pure Water Immortal. However, it could only reduce the intensity of the fire a bit, but it couldn't extinguish the fire immediately.
Hundreds of monks rushed over from the halls in the front and back of the temple, carrying buckets of water to put out the fire. It was a chaotic scene.
Jing Jiu turned around and looked at the two mountains behind the Tranquil Garden.
He could vaguely see the eaves of the Chenhua Hall between the mountains.
Nobody was there.
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Before Jing Jiu looked over, a conversation had taken place on the eaves of the Chenhua Hall.
Zhuo Rusui had just raised his head and looked at the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Yin San and the white cat had lived in Aoyama for countless years, so they were very sensitive and had already figured out what was going to happen.
A trace of coldness flashed in the white cat's eyes, as he thought to himself, "You're doomed now."
It had been less than thirty years since Yin San escaped from the Sword Jail and re-cultivated in another body. No matter how talented he was and how experienced he was, he could only be in the State of Free Travel if he didn't take any detours. If the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was killed, how could he survive without the protection of a super swordsman?
It was strange that Yin San was very calm, as if he had already guessed that Liu Ci would draw his sword and that the Sword Formation of Aoyama would be activated.
He didn't seem to care about the life or death of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, as he said, "As I said, I'll just watch the show tonight."
The coldness in the white cat's eyes turned into fear again, as he wondered if something else was going to happen.
Yin San stood up and was ready to leave.
The sound of twigs breaking came from the forest outside the Chenhua Hall, and the blood-red sword light spread out like clouds.
A figure flew up and landed on the eaves. It was Zhao Layue.
She was thrown into the forest by Jing Jiu. She didn't fall hard, but her mind was in a mess. It was not until now that she became a little more clear-headed.
Looking at the young monk, she asked warily, "Who are you?"
Yin San said with emotion, "How rude you are. No wonder I didn't like you from the beginning."
Having said that, he tapped the eaves with the tips of his feet and flew up like a big bird, disappearing into the forest near the Chenhua Hall.
Zhao Layue had only seen such a swift and ethereal body movement from one person. She was greatly alarmed, but she didn't hesitate to ride her sword.
The Thoughtless Sword turned into a gorgeous blood-red light and disappeared into the forest.
The white cat finally regained its freedom. It turned to look at the forest, subconsciously took a few steps in that direction, and then stopped.
It turned to walk to the eaves in front of the eaves, looking at the Tranquil Garden. After making sure that Jing Jiu was fine, it stopped again.
Which way should it go?
This was the most profound question in the world, and the most difficult choice.
It was very hesitant, struggling, and full of shame and anger. Finally, it lay down on the eaves and didn't move anymore.
Who cares?
I don't want to serve you anymore.
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Among the main swords of the Nine Peaks of Aoyama, the Lone Sword was the fastest, the Three-Foot Sword was the coldest, the Sword of Absolute Emptiness was the lightest, and the Time Sword was the softest.
The Thoughtless Sword ranked last among the nine swords. But as the sword of the Immortal Jingyang, its power and level were certainly not the last. In terms of speed, it was the fastest.
It was the fastest among the Nine Swords of Aoyama, and it could almost be the fastest sword in the world.
Zhao Layue, who was in the initial state of the Free Travel, used the Thoughtless Sword with all her strength, and her speed was comparable to that of a swordsman in the state of the Broken Sea who used an ordinary flying sword.
In an instant, she passed through the forest behind Cheng Hua Palace, passed through the outermost monks' quarters of the Guocheng Temple, and came to the cliffs outside the side door.
What shocked her was that the young monk didn't use any sword or magic treasure. She couldn't tell what Taoist magic he had used to fly in the air. He could fly so fast by waving his sleeves that she couldn't even catch up with him.
If the young monk were a figure in the state of the Arrival of Heaven, it wouldn't be a big deal. But her sharp eyes made her sure that the young monk's state was almost the same as hers.
What method did the young monk use? Was he a Bird Devil?
Then, something even more shocking happened.
The young monk suddenly turned around and said to her with a faint smile, "I'm not a Devil Rooster. Don't think too much about it."
There were two reasons why Zhao Layue was shocked.
The young monk turned around and flew away in an elegant manner, but his speed didn't slow down at all. It was truly formidable.
And he had mentioned the secret name of the Master Dark Phoenix, indicating that he had a close relationship with Aoyama!
"Senior Master, please wait a moment!"
Zhao Layue said tersely, but her flying sword didn't slow down at all, chasing after the young monk.
The shadow of the bird and the sword light drifted past the cliff and the vegetable garden at the foot of the cliff.
A squeaking sound could be heard in the vegetable garden.
It was the sound of someone pushing open the door.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
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The sunlight had moved a bit, and the shadow of the tree had increased by a few inches. They were already thirty miles away from the Guocheng Temple.
As the red sunlight receded, Zhao Layue reappeared, riding on her sword in the air, looking at the huge banyan tree by the official road.
On the last day of the previous year, people were celebrating the New Year at home. There was no one on the official road, so they didn't have to worry about being frightened or being killed by the aftermath of the fights between the Cultivation practitioners.
The crisp sound of flute could be heard from the banyan tree, but it wasn't as festive as welcoming the New Year, as if it was merely a celebration for the officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau.
Leaning against a tree branch, Yin San held the bone flute with both of his hands and put it down after playing a few notes casually.
He felt a bit tired and short of energy, and needed to take a rest.
"Don't worry. You can take a rest. I think your flute is quite pleasant to hear."
Zhao Layue said expressionlessly, "Though playing the flute at this moment is indeed a bit inexplicable and pretentious."
According to her temperament, she should have ridden her sword to kill her opponent instead of talking nonsense when she had finally caught up with him.
The Cultivation circle had the same opinion of her.
The reason she did so was that she wanted to buy some time.
Riding the sword at such a high speed was a great burden for her, so she needed time to recover.
More importantly, she wasn't confident that she could stop this young monk.
Whether it was delaying for time or lacking confidence, it was a very rare thing for her.
It had something to do with the marvelous movement demonstrated by the young monk, and the scene on the top of Chenhua Hall had been engraved deeply in her mind.
The Master White Ghost was held in the bosom of this young monk at the time, and he behaved extremely obediently.
She, Gu Qing, and Yuan Qu had never seen him behave like this after so many years on the top of the Shenmo Peak.
This young monk could subdue the Master White Ghost … No matter how confident she was, she knew she was no match for this person.
"Trying to buy time? You're not like the rumored Zhao Layue. "
Yin San put the bone flute back to his waist and said this to her with a faint smile.
Zhao Layue didn't mind that he could tell she was buying time, because she was well aware that she wasn't Royal Concubine Hu or Xiao He, so she wasn't good at acting.
"Senior Master, who are you rumored to be?"
Yin San didn't answer her question, but said, "Jing Jiu didn't dare bring the chickens and dogs with him, and he couldn't bring the old tortoise with him, so he could only bring the cat with him. The problem is … cats are usually timid, so my Cultivation state is actually not as high as you think. Do you want to try to kill me?"
The four Principal Guards of Green Mountain were like the pets raised by this young monk … Zhao Layue recalled that he had given her an answer when she wondered if he was a bird devil, and then he gave her another answer when she thought he was the Master White Ghost. Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly as she thought of him.
Could he read minds?
"Mind reading is nothing. It's a trick played by the magicians. I used the magic method, not magic tricks."
Yin San sighed and said, "Aoyama is getting worse with each generation. Didn't Jing Jiu teach you that one sword can accommodate thousands of people?"
Zhao Layue's guess was confirmed. Her eyes became more vigilant, wondering what kind of monster she had encountered.
The next moment, she drove all these thoughts out of the Ocean of Consciousness. Her Sword Intent returned to peace, and she entered the Dao Heart Illumination to prevent him from reading her mind.
It was at this moment that she thought of a possibility.
Yin San raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little unhappy. He said with slight mockery, "Why don't you think? Because you're afraid of being guessed by others, so you don't think at all. Just like how you don't enter the secular world because you're worried that your Dao Heart will be disturbed by worldly affairs? Because you're worried that you'll shit, so you don't eat? Because you're worried that you'll die, so you don't live? "
Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "What you think has nothing to do with me, and what I think has nothing to do with you."
Yin San said expressionlessly, "Do you know why I don't like you? Because you're becoming more and more like him. You don't care about anything and only know how to protect yourself with the sword. Cultivation and breaking the realm are extremely boring. The Great Way is in the world, and it's also in a meal. It's really tacky to be heartless. "
Zhao Layue said, "It's the duty of a Dao Cultivator."
Yin San shook his head and said, "No, you've been led astray by him. I know you used to like eating hotpot, but I think you don't anymore."
Zhao Layue said, "You're wrong. I still like eating hotpot."
Yin San's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Doesn't he care about you?"
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