The violent wind was still blowing over the Sword Peak. The iron eagles were startled and flew to a farther place, but they didn't disperse the thick clouds and fog.
Ping Yong-Ka sat on the ground with his eyes closed, breathing calmly and peacefully. It seemed that he had fallen asleep, but his right hand was still pointing to the east, as if he was telling the world how bright the sun was!
The sounds of friction and the rolling sand and stones could be heard everywhere on the cliffs. Countless swords flew out again and hovered in the surrounding sky, as if they were setting up a formation.
Zhao Layue was fully aware that this was not the Sword Formation of Aoyama reappearing in the human world; it was merely a prototype.
Qing 'er said while looking at her, "Given his temperament, it seems that you are indeed special to him since he explained patiently to you for such a long time at such a critical moment."
Zhao Layue didn't say anything. She looked at the sword hole on the cliff wall of Liangwang Peak in silence, feeling a bit absent-minded.
The violent wind had died down, and the Sword Peak was illuminated by a few sword lights.
Nan Wang, Guangyuan Zhenren and the three elders from the hermit peaks landed in the middle of the mountain.
They didn't say anything, and they didn't even come close to the place where Ping Yong-Ka was sitting. They chose a cliff and sat down respectively, indicating that they were guarding him.
A thin thread came out from the clouds and fog, which gradually weaved into something like a snowball and fell accurately into Zhao Layue's bosom.
Zhao Layue rubbed his head gently.
Ada rubbed against her head to comfort her, telling her that it would be difficult for that guy to die even if he wanted to.
The violent wind suddenly kicked up again, and the clouds and fog were swept up into the sky.
The Dead Dog appeared above the ocean of clouds, looking down at the human world with an extremely cold expression in his eyes.
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There was a long distance between Aoyama and the East Ocean. Even the fastest sword, the Thoughtless Sword, couldn't arrive there quickly.
Yet, this sword light was special that day.
Soon after the cliff wall of Liangwang Peak was pierced through, the sword light illuminated the cliff wall by the East Ocean and the gloomy Heavenly Well.
The sword light landed among the frosty grass, and Jing Jiu's cloth was ruffling slightly.
Apiao was very surprised. She thought to herself, "Sir, you told me to come here, why did you chase after me? Could it be that you have something else to tell me?"
"Where is Cao Yuan?" Jing Jiu asked with furrowed eyebrows.
Since he had made such an important decision and paid such a huge price, he wanted to take full control of the situation. He did not like this kind of accident to happen.
"The Sword Saint has entered the Underworld," Tong Yan said.
Jing Jiu looked at him and asked, "You didn't succeed?"
Tong Yan said, "The Underworld Master's Cultivation state is too high …"
Jing Jiu didn't have time to listen to his explanation. He reached out his hand and said, "Give me the clock."
The Scenic-Cloud Bell was the magic treasure carried by the Immortal Tan. The reason it appeared in Tong Yan's hands was because Jing Jiu and the Immortal Tan had reached an agreement.
Tong Yan was silent for a while, then she took out the Scenic Cloud Bell and put it in his hand.
Looking at this scene, Apiao felt that it was a little inauspicious, but she didn't dare to say anything.
Looking at the small green curtain sedan, Jing Jiu said, "Young Sister, please guard this place for a while."
It was unclear when he started treating the people of Shui Yue Nunnery very politely.
The nonchalant voice of Master Shui Yue Nunnery came out from the small green curtain sedan, "You go ahead."
Whoosh!!!
Jing Jiu disappeared from the original spot.
The sword light went to the East Ocean.
The frosty grass snapped again as the ocean wind blew over.
The small green curtain sedan drifted up and hovered over the Heavenly Well.
Countless tiny peach blossoms bloomed on the green curtain, exuding a fresh and clean energy, sealing off the passage like the silk threads.
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Countless huge waves appeared in the deep part of the ocean, as if they had turned into a river, rushing toward a certain place.
The endless seawater was flowing toward the Huge Whirlpool. Along with the deafening sound, the blue and transparent water wall kept collapsing, falling into the endless abyss.
The blue seawater was illuminated by a bright sword light. The Giant rubbed his eyes subconsciously. When he saw Jing Jiu looming in the waves, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, an incredulous expression on his simple and honest face. He wondered how Jing Jiu could come here so fast, and more importantly, how did he come here?
He hadn't seen Jing Jiu for hundreds of years, but he would never forget what kind of person his friend was.
Looking at the countless drops of blood in the sky, Jing Jiu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly as he sensed the ferocious energy in them.
The number of times he raised his eyebrows this morning was more than the number of times he had raised his eyebrows in his entire life.
The Heavenly Slaying Formation was indeed extremely powerful and dreadful, especially after sacrificing the blood of the Fire Carp, it had the power to destroy heaven and earth.
But it still couldn't stop the All in One Sword.
The sword light illuminated the surface of the ocean. Together with the last ray of morning sunlight, it passed through countless sprays and tore apart the Heavenly Slaying Formation as if it were a piece of paper, arriving at the center of the Huge Whirlpool.
Standing amid the watery mist in the sky, Jing Jiu took a look at the seawater pouring down to the Underworld. He raised his eyebrows again and took out the Green Sky Mirror with a flip of his right hand.
The rising sun was even brighter than before. The sunlight reflected off the Green Sky Mirror and formed a bright beam of light. There were many complicated patterns around the beam of light. If one looked closely, they would find that the so-called patterns were actually made up of tiny amulets and scripts.
If Zen Master were here, he would find that Jing Jiu employed the Method of Zen Mirror that he was most proficient in, and it also contained the energy of the Method of Splitting Mirrors of the Mirror Sect, which was in a more advanced state.
The beam of light emitted by the Green Sky Mirror shone into the deep end of the Heavenly Slaying Formation along with the flowing amulets and scripts.
The drops of blood containing the bloody energy of the demons melted abruptly when they encountered the beam of light.
In the deep end of the Heavenly Slaying Formation, a gloomy and gloomy flame drifted erratically. It was suddenly shone on by the beam of light, unable to move.
A moment later, the gloomy and gloomy flame returned along the beam of light, and Jing Jiu drew it back into the Green Sky Mirror.
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The world in the Green Sky Mirror was the same as usual; not a single heavenly fire appeared.
The streets were crowded with tourists, and the sounds of sticks were as loud as thunder in the yamen. The robbers were looking at the distant mountains with the traces of tears on their faces. There was an uproar in the Zhang Manor, followed by a loud cry. A few madams peeked in the direction of the Gushing Spring Well while crying, wondering if the Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan was going to die if he spat out blood. How could the water in the well be used now that there was blood in it?
The Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan's energy was very weak, but his hands were still clinging to the edge of the well, unwilling to be helped away. He stared into the well.
The blood he spat out flowed down along the wall of the well. Soon, it couldn't be seen anymore, but he was aware that the blood had already melted into the water of the well.
The blood drifted away in the clear water of the well, and then condensed into a lump. Then, some protrusions appeared on the surface of the blood. One of the protrusions quivered slightly, and some fine lines appeared on the surface of the protrusions, which looked like the fins of a fish.
As time went by, the shape of the blood became clearer, and it turned into a red carp!
The Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan's feeble body had somehow obtained a powerful strength. He straightened his body abruptly and yelled sternly, "Scoop this fish up!"
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The red carp was scooped up, and then placed into a golden basin gingerly.
The Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan entered the ancestral hall with the golden basin in his hands, and closed the door behind him, forbidding anyone from peeping inside, including his favorite granddaughter.
The periphery of the ancestral hall was crowded. The descendants of the Zhang Clan looked at the tightly shut wooden door of the ancestral hall with a grave expression, wondering what had happened.
The few madams who were worried that the water in the well could not be used gathered in a corner and talked in a low voice. They could vaguely hear the words "evil" and "ominous" in their words.
The Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan was exhausted after all this. Sitting on the ground in front of the incense burner table, he looked at the red carp in the golden basin with a nervous expression on his face.
The red carp was listless, its body swaying from side to side from time to time, and its mouth was foaming, as if it would die at any moment.
"Old buddy, is that you?" the Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan asked in a trembling voice.
"Who else could it be if not me …" the red carp said weakly, "Are you going to wash your hands with my bathwater? Why are you so frugal? "
The Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan asked blankly, "What do you mean?"
The red carp's voice was full of annoyance and helplessness, "Even if it were a real treasure basin, it would still be too small, let alone a golden basin!"
Its feeble tail suddenly touched the wall of the basin, and the fish's lips suddenly became round, squeezing out a scream, "Motherf * cker … it hurts! Get me a bigger place, quick! "
The Grandmaster of the Zhang Clan hurriedly stood up and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, yelling loudly, "Get the big tub I use for bathing here … and you … dig a pond in the yard!"
The people had all heard the cries of pain from the carp, and their faces turned pale with fear.
Hearing the Grandmaster's order, they didn't dare to stay any longer, and took the opportunity to run out.
The door of the ancestral hall was open.
The golden basin was on the ground, and the incense burner table was on the top.
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"Aja!"
The Giant's voice came from outside the Heavenly Slaying Formation, sounding like muffled thunder.
Jing Jiu knew that the Giant was reminding him that the Heavenly Slaying Formation covered a large area, and it would take too long to melt it down with the Buddhist light.
So he decided to use the sword light.
The ocean waves suddenly calmed down, and an extremely bright sword light traveled through the ocean at an unimaginable speed, drawing innumerable lines in the sky.
Innumerable tiny holes appeared on the blue wall of water, like a beach after a rainstorm.
The innumerable beads of blood densely covering the sky shattered one after another, blossoming into flowers and then being purified by the sword light.
Even the grandest thing was composed of innumerable details, and that sword light was the best at cutting off the connections between all the details in the world.
The sword light traveled through the sky and the ocean, and it was impossible to see it clearly with the naked eye.
The terrifying Heavenly Slaying Formation, powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, gradually stopped operating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then gradually dissipated from the edges.
In fact, it didn't take long, but it felt like a very long time for the unimaginably fast sword light.
When the speed reached a certain level, the rules of heaven and earth would undergo some miraculous changes.
In Jing Jiu's eyes, the morning sunlight over the ocean seemed to have become fragmented, as if it had a length and a peculiar beauty.
Looking at the morning sunlight, he had a strange feeling.
My Big Brother likes to destroy the world, and you like to save the world … But it's so tiring, what's the point?
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