Yin San was at most in the Free Travel State, and not the true Taiping Zhenren yet.
Jing Jiu was fully aware that his body was not healthy enough to pose a real threat to the Aoyama Sect.
The biggest enemies of the Aoyama Sect were still the master and disciple, Nan Qü and Jian Xilai.
Seeing the ruined temple getting closer and the red lantern swaying in the wind, Jing Jiu repeated the calculations he had made in the last few days.
Nan Qü's First Child Sword had been taken by the Aoyama Sect back then, and it had been kept in the royal palace until the battle of the Cloud Platform. It was brought back to the Western Sea Sword School in the end.
The Aoyama Sect was certain that the West Ocean hadn't returned the First Child Sword to the Foggy Island.
Why didn't Nan Qü take back his sword?
The others couldn't figure it out, but Jing Jiu had guessed a possibility based on his experience.
Nan Qü had tempered himself into a sword ghost, so he had no need for the First Child Sword.
If this was the case, where was Nan Qü's sword ghost now? Was it the West Ocean or the Aoyama Sect?
More importantly, if Nan Qü's sword ghost had gone to another place, what would be the Nan Qü in the black coffin?
A cold corpse or something like a sheath?
Would the Nan Qü in the coffin wake up?
As he was thinking of all this, Jing Jiu followed Nan Wang to the outside of the ruined temple.
The Aoyama Sect had already struck at the West Ocean, and it was time for them to destroy this red lantern.
The red lantern was probably the magic of the southern barbaric tribes, which could call back Nan Qü's sword ghost from ten thousand miles away.
If they wanted to kill Nan Qü, they had to destroy it.
"Nan Wang?"
Nan Zheng walked out from the ruined temple. Seeing the silvery bells all over her body, who looked a bit like her, but was more arrogant, an incredulous expression showed on her face.
Back when Nan Wang became the peak master of Qingrong in the Aoyama Sect, he had eliminated all the remnants of Nan Qü's branch in the tribe.
Nan Zheng was one of those people. Her hatred towards her was naturally as deep as the ocean. Even though she knew that she was no match for her, she still attacked her.
Nan Wang gently flicked his ten fingers, and countless faintly discernible sword strings appeared around the dilapidated temple, weaving into a net.
The mountain breeze fell on those sword strings, producing clear sounds of different pitches. It was very moving.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Nan Zheng was sent flying backward with blood oozing out of her body. She crashed into the back wall of the old temple and smashed into the mountain. It was unknown whether she was dead or alive.
Nan Wang ignored her. He walked to the red lantern in front of the dilapidated temple and closed his eyes.
She was the true god worshiped by the southern barbaric tribes, so she had a way to dismantle Nan Qü's magic, but she had to pay a price.
A moment later, her body swayed twice, and her face turned pale.
The red lantern spontaneously combusted and was soon reduced to ashes.
Nan Wang opened his eyes and looked at the black coffin in the temple, motioning for Jing Jiu to stand behind him.
Crouching on Jing Jiu's shoulder, the white cat looked at the black coffin, his eyes full of vigilance and fear. The long hair on his body stood on end, looking like an angry dandelion.
Nan Wang walked into the ruined temple and came before the black coffin. He bent his finger and knocked twice on the lid of the coffin.
The lid of the black coffin slid down slowly, exposing Nan Qü's skinny, short, and old body.
Nan Wang fell silent for a while, his chest rising and falling slightly. Soon after, his right hand struck down as fast as lightning, hitting Nan Qü's chest.
Pah!!!
Countless bright rays of light shot out from her eyes.
As her right hand fell, the sword strings around the dilapidated temple wrapped around the black coffin like a fishing net.
It was soundless. The black coffin was crushed into the finest powder, and Nan Qü's clothing was also crushed into similar fine particles.
Yet, Nan Qü's body was not damaged at all. He was still as skinny as before, looking like a dried corpse.
Nan Wang's eyes grew brighter. He exerted his sword wills to the extreme, and kept on attacking with the Endless Sword style.
Pah!!! Pah!!!
The sword strings were broken one after another, curling up and returning to the original body of the Zither Sword.
The Zither Sword grew dimmer; it was evident that it was severely damaged.
Nan Wang fell silent, thinking that no matter how high his Cultivation state was, it was impossible for him to resist the flying swords with his body alone.
Seeing this, Jing Jiu realized that his prediction was not complete. … …
The broken pieces were scattered all over the ground in the ruined temple.
The burning red lantern turned into a few puffs of green smoke.
Nan Qü opened his eyes and said, "I didn't expect you to find me."
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… …
The seawater around Shaoming Island had turned into ice. Taiping Zhenren couldn't escape from the bottom of the ocean, so he had no choice but to hide on the island.
The Cloud Boat of the Zhongzhou School, the Boat of Diligent Study of Yimaozhai, and the Lotus Cloud of the Guocheng Temple had all arrived in this part of the island, encircling it.
As the Great Formation of the mountain gate of the West Ocean was activated, the huge shadow in the ocean was heading toward Shaoming Island at a high speed.
It was the divine guardian animal of the Western Sea Sword School, the Flying Whale. He had a huge body. Even though he was moving stealthily in the deep ocean, he still created countless waves, attracting the attention of many people.
The Flying Whale traveled faster in the deep ocean than in the sky. It didn't take long for it to arrive thirty miles away from Shaoming Island.
Ahead of it was the hard and huge ice.
Along with a deep and loud screech, the Flying Whale leapt up from the ocean, heading toward Shaoming Island along with a great amount of seawater.
Judging from its determined attitude, it seemed that it intended to crush the entire Shaoming Island with its huge body.
"Is it trying to prove the innocence of the Western Sea Sword School with its death?"
The Cultivators of the sects such as Zhongzhou School, Yimaozhai, and Guocheng Temple naturally wouldn't stop it. They just watched from the sky.
But the Aoyama Sect wouldn't accept such a development.
If the Western Sea Sword School really killed Taiping Zhenren, how could the Aoyama Sect continue to conquer the West Ocean?
More importantly, Taiping Zhenren was the former Sect Master of the Aoyama Sect, a figure at the level of the Founding Master. How could they allow the bastard of the Western Sea Sword School to kill him?
A cold, furious, and bloodthirsty roar came from the Sword Boat of the Aoyama Sect, "How dare you, bastard!"
The roar echoed between heaven and earth, stirring up countless gusts of wind. The momentum was extremely shocking.
The Cultivators of various sects were shocked, wondering which Peak Master of the Aoyama Sect was this.
Bu Qiuxiao and the others still remembered the battle of the Cloud Platform years ago, when the Flying Whale was stomped into the sea by Yuan Qijing. They wondered if it was this swordsman.
As they were thinking about this, a strange bird suddenly appeared in the sky, its long tail glinting under the sunlight.
The strange bird flew to the front of the Flying Whale at an unimaginable speed, and cursed, "Do you want to die?"
The Cultivators of various sects were stunned, and it was not until now that they realized it was the bird that had spoken.
Compared to the huge body of the Flying Whale, the strange bird was like a small black dot, but the gusts of wind that came with it were extremely terrifying.
Countless huge waves rolled up from the sea, slapping on the ice layer around Shaoming Island. A few cracks appeared on the ice layer.
The strange bird's tail was extremely long, like a sword, emitting countless sharp glints.
Countless deep wounds appeared on the surface of the Flying Whale's body, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.
The strange bird laughed contentedly, and flew back to the sword boat of the Aoyama Sect.
The Flying Whale dove toward the surface of the ocean after letting out a deep and painful cry, and dived into the bottom of the ocean, not daring to stick its head out again.
A Cultivation practitioner asked in surprise, "What is this strange bird?"
He Wei glanced at the Cold-Signal Bird beneath him, who was trembling Sensei and itching to turn around and flee. He was so annoyed that he didn't want to answer this question.
Bu Qiuxiao said, "This is the Principal Guard of the Aoyama Sect, the Dark Phoenix."
Upon hearing this answer, the Cultivation practitioners of various sects felt their scalps numb, and they were shocked again by the prowess of the Aoyama Sect.
This Principal Guard of Aoyama Sect, who looked like a rooster with a long tail, used his tail as a sword; it seemed that he was an important figure who had been immersed in the sword work for many years!
The Immortal Liu Ci hadn't wielded his sword yet, and Yuan Qijing hadn't even shown up yet. Together with this Master Dark Phoenix … the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean couldn't do anything to them no matter how powerful he was.
As the strong wind blew over, the sword boat of the Aoyama Sect swayed slightly. The Dark Phoenix landed on the deck and walked toward the cabin while lifting his head proudly.
His tail had been dyed red by the whale's blood, dripping onto the deck.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Shangde Peak felt both proud and fearful at the same time. Chi Yan, Duan Liantian and a few other elders remained silent, not daring to say a word because they had heard some stories about the internal strife of the Aoyama Sect and knew that the Master Dark Phoenix and the Master Dead Dog had killed many swordsmen of the Aoyama Sect.
Young Sister Yushan was the only one who exclaimed while clenching her small fists, "The Master Dark Phoenix is so handsome!"
The Dark Phoenix nodded slightly to show his appreciation, and then walked into the cabin.
Yuan Qijing sat in the cabin cross-legged, meditating with his eyes closed.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the bloodstains on the tail of the Dark Phoenix.
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On the Cloud Boat of the Zhongzhou School.
Thinking of the earlier scene, Bai Zhenren asked earnestly, "Is it possible for the two parties to reach an agreement?"
"It's impossible," said Bai Zhenren. "It's because the Aoyama Sect has sacrificed too much. The flying swords, magic pills, crystals and the seventeen sword boats have all consumed a great deal of resources. Even if the Cloud-Dream Mountain were to prepare for such a war, it would take them decades to accumulate the resources. The conditions set by the Aoyama Sect must be extremely harsh, and it's impossible for Jian Xilai to agree. "
It was then that the peaceful voice of the Immortal Liu Ci spread over the whole of the West Ocean and was heard by every Cultivation practitioner, "Our condition is that the Western Sea Sword School is disbanded, and this place will be managed by the orthodox sects. But you have to leave and swear by the name of the Sword Ghost that you'll never come back to Chaotian; otherwise, you'll be killed by the heavenly thunder."
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean couldn't accept such a condition, so he didn't say anything.
He looked in the direction of Shaoming Island and the large boat that was intermittently visible amid the clouds and fog, remaining silent for a moment.
Su Ziye had persuaded the Zhongzhou School to cooperate with the West Ocean to do something; but the Zhongzhou School had remained quiet that day.
He was fully aware of the reason. If the West Ocean didn't show its true strength and let the world see the hope of defeating the Aoyama Sect, the Immortals Tan and Bai wouldn't show up.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean pulled back his gaze and looked at Liu Ci expressionlessly, "I came from the ocean."
His voice also spread over the whole of the West Ocean.
This was the ocean.
What he referred to was not this patch of ocean.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean continued, "I grew up in that patch of fog and learned the sword style. I didn't believe that the sword came from Aoyama since the very first day."
There was an uproar among the Cultivation practitioners of various sects.
The expression on Bu Qiuxiao's face grew grave.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean admitted his origin.
He was the disciple of the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island in the South Ocean.
This was something that the Cultivation circle in Chaotian had guessed for a long time, and it had finally been confirmed that day.
"Many people are here today. It's good."
The indifferent gaze of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean swept over those boats in the sky.
"The world will finally know who is the strongest swordsman in the sword work between your Aoyama Sect and our Foggy Island."
Having said that, he opened his right hand slowly.
The Sword of Twelve Storey Building came back from the distance and landed in his hand.
He said to Liu Ci, "Please."
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…
The ruined temple on the barren mountain had already collapsed.
The skinny and short old man stood in the ruins, looking at Nan Wang in Silence.
The white cat crouched on Jing Jiu's shoulder. His long hair had been tamed, and his tail drooped. He didn't look as formidable as before.
Jing Jiu gazed over the top of Nan Wang's head and fixed on the old man. He had ascertained something.
Nan Qü didn't cultivate himself into a sword ghost; instead, he chose a path that was the opposite of Jing Jiu's.
He cultivated himself into a sword, and then raised a ghost.
The spiritual soul of the Cultivation practitioners was nurtured together with the flying sword in the Sword Pill until the spiritual will was born, which was the sword ghost.
The sword ghost was very weak. It was only after the Cultivation practitioners broke through the Heavenly Arrival State that they would be able to drift in the wind, indestructible, and extremely powerful, almost like the born shapeless sword body.
However, if the Cultivation practitioners let the sword ghost fly far away, they wouldn't be able to control the sword themselves, and they would be killed easily.
As such, neither the deceased Pei Baifa nor Jian Xilai would choose to fight in such a way.
Yet, Nan Qü had cultivated himself into a sword, so he didn't have to worry about this problem.
The sword ghost could kill people, and so could the sword.
The sword ghost would not perish before the sword was destroyed.
This was truly an unimaginable idea. It was an earth-shattering move.
Without the First Child Sword, Nan Qü had pondered hard on the Foggy Island for hundreds of years, and he had cultivated a completely different sword work, which was extremely formidable.
Back when they were on the top of the Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu had told Zhao Layue that the most difficult thing in Cultivation was to find a new path.
This was the true meaning of founding a new sect.
Jing Jiu felt a bit of admiration, thinking that the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island was indeed the most outstanding figure in the last one thousand years.
He and his Big Brother were the same.
Thinking of all this, Jing Jiu stopped Nan Wang from continuing the fight. He walked to the front of Nan Qü and reached out his right hand.
As far as Nan Qü was concerned, Jing Jiu's current Cultivation state was so low that it was not worth mentioning. As such, Jing Jiu didn't even glance at him.
It wasn't until this moment.
Nan Qü's gaze fell on Jing Jiu's face for a long time. … …
It was quiet in the ruined temple on the barren mountain.
Nan Qü said while looking at Jing Jiu's face, "It's a perfect sword. I feel like I have seen it before."
Jing Jiu looked at him in Silence, saying nothing, his right hand still reaching out.
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In the old version of Xu Ke's novel on Mount Shu, Zheng Shaoqiu returned to the mountain after joining the devil. He sighed sentimentally when he saw the sword, "It's a righteous sword; I feel like I have seen it before."
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