Holding the white cat in his arms, Jing Jiu followed Nan Wang out of Aoyama. It took them one summer to find this ruined temple on the barren mountain.
Seeing the red lanterns outside the ruined temple and the black coffin inside, Jing Jiu made up his mind a few moments later. He used the Thoughtless Sword to send a letter to Aoyama, informing Liu Ci of his plan.
According to Jing Jiu's calculation, Nan Qü's sword ghost would either go to Aoyama or the West Ocean. Either way, the Aoyama Sect had to deal with it with all their strength.
As for the dried corpse in the black coffin, Jing Jiu and Nan Wang would deal with it. It happened that the two of them were the most suitable candidates to deal with this problem.
Unexpectedly, Nan Qü had cultivated the way of the sword ghost, and had turned his own body into a sword, which posed a new problem for him.
Jing Jiu knew better than anybody else how formidable a sword ghost with an independent spiritual soul was.
In Nan Qü's Cultivation state, his sword ghost was equivalent to the upper limit of the Underworld Fairy Sword.
Jing Jiu had no choice but to walk into the ruined temple and hold Nan Qü's aged hand.
He didn't employ the Locking the Autumn in the sword style of Aoyama, because it was too low a Cultivation state to trap Nan Qü. And he didn't employ the Freezing of All in the Sword Jail, because his Cultivation state was not high enough to employ it. What he employed was the Benevolent Hand of the Zen sects.
As long as he could trap Nan Qü here, he could summon the Sword Formation of Aoyama to destroy his body, and his sword ghost would perish along with it.
Even if Nan Qü's sword ghost had a way to protect himself, it would be greatly affected, and he wouldn't be able to pose any threat to Aoyama.
As soon as Jing Jiu had said that, a gust of wind suddenly rose up on the barren mountain, passing through the ruins of the ruined temple and making a whistling sound, which sounded like a ghost crying or a sword whistling.
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In the distant Aoyama, the clouds and fog on the Sword Peak had dispersed a long time ago. The bright sunlight became exceedingly bright, and it was impossible to look at it directly.
Standing on the top of Tianguang Peak, Fang Jingtian looked in the direction of the West Ocean with a grave expression on his face, looking a bit lonely.
The Sword Formation of Aoyama had been activated. Who was its target? Master will be fine, right?
The whole of Aoyama was empty. Even the stewards had gone to the Outer Sect.
The ice and snow on the Shangde Peak sensed the extremely sharp sword intent, which seemed to be able to pierce through the sky, and fell with rustling sounds.
The feeling was the most obvious in the Sword Jail. Countless sword wills gushed out from the stone walls and the formations, flying everywhere like tangible flying swords.
The mountain-like Dead Dog sat under the sunlight in Silence. Even he had to squint his eyes; otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable.
The fiendish demons in the cells were even more terrified. They no longer dared to release the mountainous and ocean-like stench of blood. Hiding in a corner, Sensei trembled.
The old and cruel voice of Martial Uncle Tai Lu came from one of the cells, "Kill them all! Let them witness the power of Aoyama! "
In the deepest cell, Yuki Gie was wrapped in a quilt and squatting on a bamboo chair. She wondered if this was the legendary Aoyama Sword Array. Interesting indeed.
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The Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island was the first hidden swordsman. It could be said that he was the founder of this strange story in the Cultivation world, and he was also the proof of the power of the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
He was well aware of the power of the Sword Formation of Aoyama; otherwise, how could a powerful figure like him be forced to hide in that patch of damp and cold fog for so many years?
Hearing what Jing Jiu said, his reaction was a bit strange. He didn't feel angry or fearful; instead, he laughed out loud.
His smile was a bit complicated, but it turned into an indescribable relief in the end, as if he had found a release.
"I've avoided it for a thousand years, living a life worse than death. But I've returned to the land now. It's because my life has come to an end, and my time is up."
Nan Qü asked Jing Jiu, "If so, why should I be afraid of it?"
This was a good question.
Jing Jiu said, "No matter how close death is, it's not the real fear until it arrives."
"But I'm still alive even if I'm dead," Nan Qü said.
This conversation was rather peculiar. Nan Wang and the white cat couldn't understand it.
Jing Jiu was certain that he had miscalculated.
Nan Qü came here to meet his death.
For such a person, there was nothing that could make him feel afraid.
All he needed to do was to accomplish what he wanted to do before his death arrived.
As far as Aoyama was concerned, Nan Qü should die sooner.
"Let's do it," Jing Jiu said without hesitation.
No sooner had he said this than the Sword of the Universe dropped down from the sky, thrusting toward Nan Qü's head.
Nan Wang darted out from behind Jing Jiu, thrusting the Zither Sword toward Nan Qü's left eye while holding it with both hands.
Jing Jiu's mouth moved slightly, but the white cat had made his move before he could utter the word "move".
Crouching on Jing Jiu's shoulder, the cat raised his right paw and aimed at Nan Qü's right eye as fast as lightning.
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The West Ocean.
Hundreds of flying swords hacked at the wind and snow.
No matter how unpredictable the child of the sword ghost was, he was still hit by a few of the swords.
Yet, it was baffling that the child of the sword ghost didn't seem to be wounded at all, except for a dozen white lines in his body.
What kind of monster was he? They couldn't kill him no matter how hard they tried.
Yuan Qijing was wounded by the sneak-attack, and his sword source was not in control. The wind and snow unleashed by the Three-Foot Sword could only slow down the body of the child of the sword ghost a little bit, but it couldn't stop him.
The Dark Phoenix chased after him furiously. His tail feathers drifted down, indicating that he was wounded as well.
The Dark Phoenix was the fastest swordsman in Aoyama. Even though he exerted all his strength to outrun the flying swords, he still couldn't catch up with the child of the sword ghost. He looked like a pitiful child chasing after the setting sun.
The sword ghost in the upper limit of the Heavenly Arrival State could be considered a fairy man on the verge of becoming one; it was truly dreadful.
In the blink of an eye, another sword boat of Aoyama had been destroyed. The disciples of Aoyama were riding their swords to evade it, or falling into the ocean.
The Cultivation practitioners of Ōzawa and the Platanus Sect couldn't stand by and watch any longer; they all went to rescue their swords.
On the cloud boat of Zhongzhou School, Bai Zhenren glanced at Bai Zao and said calmly, "Aoyama doesn't stop here."
On the boat in Yimaozhai, Bu Qiuxiao glanced at Liu Shisui and said, "The resources of Aoyama are still there. Don't worry."
The Dragon-tail Inkstone was hidden in the void, ready to be used at any time.
Even though the war between Aoyama and the West Ocean was getting more and more intense, he was still concerned about Taiping Zhenren.
Suddenly, a voice came from the largest sword boat in Aoyama, "Shiyue! Fight! Awesome! Void! Room! "
Dou Niu, Xu Shi, and Shi Shi were all star positions.
The sword boats of Aoyama in the distance were probably the disciples of Shiyue Peak. Upon hearing the order, they sent out their flying swords, heading toward the star positions in the sky.
Then, the voice shouted without a pause, "Xilai! Kui Liu Zhang Yi! "
Another hundred sword lights came from a sword boat in Aoyama and landed in a certain spot in the sky.
"Tianguang! Taiwei City! "
"Liangwang! Jiao Kang San Heng! "
"Bihu! Yu Gui Five Stars! "
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The voice was usually lazy and listless, but it was unprecedentedly solemn and earnest that day, and it spoke very quickly.
Along with this voice, countless flying swords stopped pursuing the child of the sword ghost. They landed in a certain spot in the sky as instructed, forming a messy scene. No pattern or structure could be seen in the scene, but it gave off a solemn and eternal sense of beauty, like the starry sky in the night sky.
The Aoyama Sect cultivated not only the sword work, but also the formations.
Their formations were the Inherited Heaven Sword style.
The most powerful sword formation of Aoyama and the two sword formations that had appeared that day were all based on the Inherited Heaven Sword style.
Nan Qü sensed the sword wills in heaven and earth, which made it more difficult for his sword ghost to teleport.
Looking at the sword boat in Aoyama ahead, a grave expression showing on his pale face. Who could set up the corresponding formation so quickly and clearly under such a complicated situation?
The person who presided over the formation was neither the injured Yuan Qijing nor Guangyuan Zhenren; it was a young disciple.
In this spectacular battle that day, no matter how talented Zhuo Rusui was, he could only play an insignificant role. He wielded his sword while sitting on the deck, and then felt sleepy.
He didn't stand up until the situation had suddenly changed. He started to set up the formation after observing for a period of thirteen breaths.
He was the personal disciple of Liu Ci. He had stayed behind closed doors since he entered the sect, and had only learned the Inherited Heaven Sword style over the last few decades.
Though his current Cultivation state was not high enough, his understanding of the formations of Aoyama and his innate sensitivity were unparalleled.
Even Mo Chi and Bai Rujing, the two elders of Tianguang Peak, were not as good as him in this aspect, to say nothing of Guo Nanshan and his colleagues.
Even Jing Jiu admitted that Zhuo Rusui's Inherited Heaven Sword was better than Gu Qing's, and also better than his.
The flying swords of the Aoyama Sect stopped chasing after the child of the sword ghost, and returned to their respective positions.
All the swords, regardless of whether they were in the upper limit of the Broken Sea State, the new disciples who had just come down from the Sword Peak, the bright red Thoughtless Sword, or the ordinary green steel sword, were playing their roles in their respective positions.
The hundreds of flying swords were like hundreds of stars, but also like hundreds of flowers. They were placed randomly and pierced through the sky.
The child of the sword ghost was in the midst of the chaotic flowers in the starry sky, so he couldn't travel through them easily.
Looking at the young disciple of Aoyama on the sword boat with drooping eyes, he suddenly disappeared and reappeared on the sword boat in an instant.
This sword formation was not perfect yet, so there was still a chance for him to take advantage of it. He intended to seize the opportunity to kill the person who had set up the formation.
There was a loud buzzing sound.
Yuan Qijing walked out from behind Zhuo Rusui, holding an ice mirror in his right hand to block the child of the sword ghost.
The ice mirror shattered, and Yuan Qijing spat out a mouthful of blood essence.
Zhuo Rusui's face was a bit pale.
The Sword Formation of Six Peaks he had set up needed the Sword Master of the Six Peaks to be the leader of the formation. Now he only had the Sword Master of the Five Peaks, which was still not enough.
The sword formation was not perfect yet, so it couldn't stop the horrible child of the sword ghost from killing more people.
It was at this moment that a flash of silver light pierced through the sky from a distance and landed somewhere in the sword formation.
The entire sword formation became complete instantly, and the child of the sword ghost was blocked outside.
It was a small sword about three feet long, its blade extremely smooth and bright like a mirror.
Seeing this sword, many elders of Aoyama were shocked, especially Guo Nanshan and other disciples of Liangwang Peak, who were shocked speechless.
The Sword Master of Liangwang Peak!
Didn't the Lone Sword ascend with Martial Granduncle Jingyang? Why was it still in the human world?
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On the Boat of Diligent Study in Yimaozhai, Bu Qiuxiao shot a meaningful glance at Liu Shisui, saying nothing.
Liu Shisui pulled back his hand and said while looking at the sky, "It thunders. Is it going to rain?"
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Innumerable thunder boomed in the high sky.
The wind and snow in heaven and earth were affected by the thunder, gradually melting and falling down as raindrops.
Liu Ci and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean returned to the surface of the ocean. Their clothes were all wet, but it was hard to tell if they were wounded or not.
Hundreds of swords of Aoyama formed a sword formation and surrounded the sword boat, looking like the raindrops in the sky. It was a marvelous scene.
Their opponent was only one person.
The child of the sword ghost was drifting in the sky, expressionless. His entire body exuded formidable sword wills, giving off an exceedingly formidable feeling.
Countless gazes were fixed on the child of the sword ghost, feeling astonished.
Who was this strange person? He had destroyed two sword boats of Aoyama, killed so many disciples of Aoyama, and wounded Yuan Qijing severely in an instant.
The powerful and invincible Aoyama Sect seemed to be defenseless in front of this person.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean came to the back of the child of the sword ghost and bowed to him.
What he did was the bow of a disciple.
Seeing this, Bu Qiuxiao and the others were certain of their conjecture, their faces looking even more terrible.
The news had spread out gradually. The Cultivation practitioners of various sects had learned that this child of the sword ghost … was the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü!
The ocean waves were rising and falling slightly, like the emotions of the people at the moment. The silence was full of astonishment.
The Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, was an unparalleled swordsman back then. He had stopped the ascension of the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama, and was like a fairy swordsman.
It was because of this event that he became the first hidden swordsman. He had been forced to stay on the Foggy Island by the Sword Formation of Aoyama for almost a thousand years.
He was still alive! How could he dare leave the Foggy Island?
More shockingly, this person looked even more formidable even though he had changed into the appearance of a little child. Even the Aoyama Sect couldn't stop him.
Was it because he had finally broken through again after hiding on the Foggy Island for so many years and entered the State of Heavenly Arrival, so he was no longer afraid of the Sword Formation of Aoyama?
Looking at Yuan Qijing, who was covered in frost and had a slightly chaotic energy, Nan Qü remarked expressionlessly, "You're too weak; that's why you can't become the sect master."
Then, he turned to Liu Ci and said, "You're too slow; you can't do it either."
The two most powerful figures in the Heavenly Arrival State of the Aoyama Sect were not worth mentioning in a few simple words; it was extremely domineering.
If Nan Qü had become the personal disciple of the Immortal Daoyuan, he would have been the grandmaster of Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing.
It was then that the voice of Zhuo Rusui broke out again.
He was not setting up the formation this time, and his voice was not as solemn and earnest as before; it was as lazy as usual.
"You can't even break through my formation; what are you boasting about, little old man?"
Nan Qü narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhuo Rusui as if he was looking at a dead man.
"Let me introduce him. He is my personal disciple."
Liu Ci added, "And you should be aware that you're going to die soon."
Sensing the energy of the Sword Formation of Aoyama, Nan Qü said, "I didn't expect you people to find me; but so what?"
Liu Ci understood what he meant, saying, "I'll kill you first then."
(End of this chapter)
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