Only then did He Wei feel the pain and let out a scream of anger and fear!
The Kunlun disciples finally realized what had happened. They hurriedly flew up on their swords, trying to set up a sword formation to trap the intruder.
Jing Jiu disappeared from where he was.
The faint sword light and the white shadow swept past He Wei again.
He Wei screamed again as his left arm was cut off.
Blood kept flowing down, wetting the Cold-Signal Bird's feathers.
The Cold-Signal Bird sensed the daunting but omnipresent sword will in the sky, and its eyes were full of fear. It didn't dare to fly away.
He Wei endured the pain and jumped off the Cold-Signal Bird, stepping on his flying sword and fleeing to the horizon.
Crack! The flying sword was broken into two pieces, and he fell heavily from the sky to the ground. With the flash of the sword light, his legs were separated from his body.
The sword light faded again.
Jing Jiu appeared by his side.
The Kunlun disciples in the distance guessed his identity when they saw the scene. They were horrified and wondered why the Immortal Jingyang was so terrifying!
He Wei's pale face was full of despair. He looked at Jing Jiu and said in a hoarse voice, "No …"
He still had a lot to say, but he didn't have the chance. His head tilted to one side and rolled to the ground.
A wisp of light drifted out from the broken neck and turned into a human figure, rushing toward the barren mountain in a panic.
Jing Jiu ignored it and turned to the sword formation set up by the Kunlun disciples, waving his hand.
Dozens of sharp sword wills pierced through the air and broke the Kunlun sword formation as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. At the same time, more than a dozen swordsmen of Kunlun were cut into pieces.
He Wei's sword ghost rushed to the barren mountain.
Zhao Layue was there.
She pointed at the sky, and more than a dozen sword lights drifted over and cut the sword ghost into pieces.
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The Kunlun disciples scattered like birds and beasts.
The Cold-Signal Bird was so frightened that it did not dare to fly away until Jing Jiu glanced at it.
Su Ziye stood up from the grassland and bowed to Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu respectfully.
Zhao Layue said, "Take care of the rest."
Back then, Jing Jiu had promised Su Ziye that he would help him found a new sect, which required the spiritual source.
One of the fire sources at the bottom of the Cold Mountain belonged to the Mysterious Dark Sect, and it was merely returned to its rightful owner. Of course, the better spiritual source was in Kunlun Mountain.
Su Ziye and those free-traveling practitioners and disciples he recruited in the West Ocean couldn't accomplish this, but the Windy-Broadsword Church would get involved, and the Imperial court would give them secret support. It would only take a few decades for them to pose a real threat to the Kunlun Sect.
Of course, the premise was that the Aoyama Sect had to maintain its unique status in Chaotian and still be able to intimidate the Zhongzhou School.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue didn't leave the Cold Mountain right away after they had taken care of this matter. Instead, they sneaked into the underground through a large crack to check on the Fire Carp.
As they flew out from the crack, the people waiting for them had already arrived.
Standing among the wild grass on the mountain, the Immortal Tan looked so natural that he seemed to be a part of heaven and earth.
Looking at Jing Jiu, he sighed and said, "You killed He Wei and tried to deceive the divine animal of our sect. Immortal, don't you think it's a bit too much to do this?"
Jing Jiu said, "Since it's the Aoyama Sect, we have to do it."
The Immortal Tan said, "You and I are both Cultivation practitioners, so we should know that the path toward heaven is shapeless; there's no need to do it."
Jing Jiu said, "What Yuan Qijing wants to do the most is to defeat you people. As his senior master, I have to help him accomplish his goal."
Hearing this, the Immortal Tan didn't get angry. He said calmly, "Our sects have been competing for thousands of years; how can we have a clear winner? Do you think you can destroy Cloud-Dream Mountain? "
After Jing Jiu and Nan Wang had entered the Heavenly Arrival State, the Aoyama Sect had four figures in the Heavenly Arrival State and three Principal Guards, not counting Yin San, and many talented disciples. As a result, the Aoyama Sect had eleven swordsmen in the Broken Sea State and more swordsmen in the Broken Sea State.
In comparison, the Zhongzhou School hadn't produced any outstanding figures in the last one hundred years. The difference in strength between the two sects was obvious. However, what the Immortal Tan said was correct. The major orthodox sects with profound resources like the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School had many tricks up their sleeves. It was basically impossible to defeat them and destroy their mountain gates. Moreover, the swordsmen never took risks. Given the current situation in the Cultivation circle, it was the Zhongzhou School who should consider taking risks even if they wanted to.
The slightly chilly mountain wind ruffled the wild grass in midsummer.
The two of them stared at each other in Silence from a distance of more than one hundred feet.
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Nobody knew about the meeting between Jing Jiu and the Immortal Tan on the Cold Mountain.
In the eyes of the people of Aoyama, the Zhongzhou School had already entered the autumn season. If they didn't have the Immortals Tan and Bai, the Unicorn, three swordsmen in the highest state, and two fairy books, they would have surrendered a long time ago.
Of course, the Aoyama Sect had its own problem, and it was a serious one.
As the saying went, the biggest problem was usually the internal problem. The conflict between the Immortal Jingyang and the Taiping Zhenren had lasted for more than four hundred years, and some people had died. More importantly, the internal conflicts were severe. As a result, the Aoyama Sect couldn't advance steadily.
Fang Jingtian had always wanted to bring Taiping Zhenren back, and even Guangzhou Zhenren supported the idea. If they didn't consider the attitude of the orthodox Cultivation sects like the Guocheng Temple and Yimaozhai, and the opposing force inside the Aoyama Sect, they would have done so a long time ago.
Shenmo Peak, Bihu Peak and Tianguang Peak would never accept the return of Taiping Zhenren. Though the young disciples of Liangwang Peak respected Fang Jingtian very much, they wouldn't agree to the proposal, because it was related to the ideals, right and wrong, and good and evil that they valued the most.
If Fang Jingtian became the new sect master of the Aoyama Sect in the spring, he might be able to change the opinion of the nine peaks of Aoyama in a few decades. Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to do so. … …
Jing Jiu woke up and achieved the Heavenly Arrival State in one step.
He severely wounded Taiping Zhenren in Zhaoge City and drove away the Dark Phoenix and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Next, he went to the Cold Mountain and killed He Wei, the sect master of the Kunlun Sect, in front of the elders and disciples of the Kunlun Sect and the Cultivation practitioners of some small sects.
The whole of Chaotian was shocked. How powerful was Jing Jiu now? Had he reached the level of the Immortals Tan and Bai, or the Immortal Liu Ci? Or, had he recovered to the level of the Immortal Jingyang?
These conjectures had changed many things, or changed the attitudes of many people. For instance, few people in the Aoyama Sect agreed with Fang Jingtian's statement that he was the All in One Sword Devil. For example, Cloudy Town suddenly became lively again.
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Cloudy Town had always been a famous scenic spot, and Aoyama was not far away from the town. Many tourists would come to visit the town every day, but it had rarely been as lively as it was recently. The Cultivation practitioners could be seen everywhere on the streets. Some old people in the town still remembered the stories told by their ancestors. They couldn't help but shake their heads, wondering if the town would become chaotic again. Fortunately, though Yuan Qijing had left, the Aoyama Sect was more famous than before. Those Cultivation practitioners had lived for a long time, so their memories were more vivid. They knew that this was not a place where they could act recklessly, so they behaved themselves.
During the period when Jing Jiu had slept in Zhaoge City for one hundred years, nobody lived in Scenery Garden, and nobody came to visit it. It had become a lot more deserted. Now, it looked like a vegetable market again. Some Cultivation practitioners were sitting by the stream; some were practicing the sword style of their own sects; and some were kowtowing to the ground. They still remembered the fate of a colleague who had been killed by the lightning; so nobody dared to use the risky sword moves.
One early morning, a few sword lights suddenly illuminated the sky. In the next moment, the fog enshrouding Scenery Garden dispersed a bit, and a band of green smoke came out from the garden.
A Cultivation practitioner yelled in surprise, "Look! The Great Grandmaster of Jingyang has shown up! "
No sooner had he said this than he was dragged to the outside of the garden and given a good beating. The crowd wondered if he could talk.
The band of green smoke was not a real smoke, but a watery mist. However, the color of the boiled tripe, coriander, and chili was mixed in the mist, which was different from the others.
Except for Gu Qing and Liu Shisui, all the others who were supposed to be here had arrived.
They sat around the hotpot, but it was not a happy atmosphere. On the contrary, it felt like they were at daggers drawn, especially Zhuo Rusui. It was unclear what had happened that day, but he had picked up the meat before Zhao Layue several times, which made Yuan Qu very angry.
Apiao and Ping Yong-Ka told them briefly about what had happened in the Underworld, and then they found that the dishes prepared by the Gu Clan had been reduced by more than half. So they shut up immediately and picked up the bowls and chopsticks to pick up the meat.
Tong Yan gave up her seat after eating some. She walked to the stream and started playing chess with herself.
Lying on the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu was lost in thought while looking at the flowing clouds in the sky.
Suddenly, he stood up.
Whoosh!!! A gentle breeze blew over, stirring up the fog.
He flew into the sky, passed through the flowing clouds, became a tiny black dot, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.
Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu held their bowls and looked at the sky with their mouths open. They did not know what had happened.
Zhao Layue lowered her head and continued to pick up the meat. Apiao kept giving her ideas, "The tripe is cooked! Let's get one first! "
Ping Yong-Ka was nervous and excited at the same time. He shouted, "Master has ascended again!"
With a crackling sound, several bolts of lightning fell from the sky, stretching for miles, like an exaggerated flash of sword light.
These bolts of lightning were extremely bright. When they shone on the chessboard, even the black chess pieces seemed to turn white.
Tong Yan grabbed a chess piece with three fingers and was about to put it on the board when she suddenly stopped in mid-air. After a while, she said calmly, "It's really useless."
In front of bright light, the distinction between black and white was not important. In front of great power, conspiracies and calculation abilities were useless.
He put the chess piece back into the urn, then slowly put the chess pieces on the chessboard back into the urn. He stood up and said to the others, "I'm going out for a walk."
Zhuo Rusui and the others stared at the lightning in the sky and waved their hands indifferently.
It was not until a while after Tong Yan had left Scenery Garden that they came back to their senses. They looked at each other, wondering if he had left just like that.
The lightning in the sky gradually subsided, and the rumbling thunder was replaced by the croaking of the frogs in the stream.
Jing Jiu returned to the courtyard, his body surrounded by blue lightning.
No one knew what he was doing, and no one dared to stop him.
At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of Scenery Garden. The sound was like thunder, shaking the stream and cutting off the croaking of the frogs.
It was easy to guess who the visitor was based on the commotion and the fact that they didn't regard each other as outsiders. Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui looked at each other tacitly, put down their bowls and chopsticks, and left the courtyard.
Apiao landed on Yuan Qu's shoulder and patted his head. Yuan Qu came back to his senses and hurried to the outside, but Ping Yong-Ka grabbed his sleeve.
He looked at Yuan Qu and said pitifully, "Big Brother, why don't you go and open the door?"
Yuan Qu retorted angrily, "I've learned the Seven-Plum Sword Style of Xilai Peak. If Fang Jingtian were here, I would go and open the door; but you've learned the Endless Sword style of Qingrong Peak; how can you escape?"
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