Zhao Layue reached out her right hand.
Jing Jiu stretched out his left hand.
Hold it.
The wind picked up.
The flying sword pierced through the air.
A hole appeared in the clouds, and then it gradually closed up.
A faintly discernible red line remained in the air, emitting a faint smell of blood.
The two didn't bid farewell to the crowd, and they didn't even say a word to Xiwang Sun, which was a bit rude. However, there were too many things that had happened today. The shock in people's hearts hadn't dissipated yet, so they didn't think about this at all. Occasionally, people who thought about it even felt that this was the only way to fit the impression left by the young lady of Shenmo Peak.
Looking at the red line disappearing in the ocean wind, Xiang Wanshu murmured, "Is this the Thoughtless Sword left by the Immortal?"
When he said this, he was a little emotional. His clean face had an expression of admiration and yearning.
The number of genius disciples in Zhongzhou School was even greater, and he was only one of them. He knew that the number of geniuses in the world was innumerable.
What kind of person could be called a true genius? Only time would tell.
Countless geniuses of the past had faded into obscurity because they had been obstructed at a cultivation juncture. Such incidents had happened too many times in the cultivation world.
Who were the true peerless geniuses in the past few hundred years? Of course, it was the one who had walked the furthest.
There had been only one ascendant in Chaotian over the last one thousand years, and that was Jingyang.
The more talented Xiang Wanshu was, the more he knew how great the Immortal Jingyang was.
Every time it was mentioned that Zhao Layue had inherited the legacy of Zhenren Jingyang, not to mention him, even his Senior Brother Tong Yan was a little envious.
At this moment, the young monk from the Guocheng Temple came to the old monk's side. He pointed at his mouth and whimpered, looking a little anxious.
Some people found it strange, wondering if he was a mute. The practitioners who were familiar with the Guocheng Temple had already guessed that the young monk was practicing silent meditation.
The young monk was asking, "The two Aoyama Fellow Daoists have already left. Do I still need to practice silent meditation?"
The old monk said, "It's done."
The young monk felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He looked at the red line in the sky that was about to disappear and said loudly.
His voice was loud and clear, like the evening bell of an ancient temple, resounding through the Cloud Platform.
"You came in high spirits and returned when your spirits are exhausted. You truly have the demeanor of an immortal …"
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"The demeanor of an immortal? I'm afraid it's the work of the Devil Dao. The continent is about to welcome another disaster … "
Standing in Haizhou City, Shi Fengchen said expressionlessly as he watched the sword lights and magical treasures scatter in the sky.
The subordinate didn't understand what he meant, thinking that they had caught an important figure of the Aoyama Sect in the process of arresting the criminals that day, which was a great loss of face for the Pure Heaven Bureau. It was meaningless for the master to say such things. How could the populace think that the immortal masters of the Aoyama Sect were demons?
Shi Fengchen didn't explain. He said this because in his opinion, Zhao Layue was very similar to a great figure in the cultivation world many years ago.
That important figure had traveled around the world, and he advocated killing to stop the evildoers. The number of people killed by his sword was probably more than the number of people killed by Lian Sanyue.
But in the end, that important figure fell into the demonic path and became the biggest disaster in the Cultivation world.
This was a real secret, and almost nobody in the Cultivation world knew about it. Not many people in the Aoyama Sect knew about it.
Yet, he learned this secret from the former manager of the Pure Heaven Bureau by chance.
He had made up his mind that he would use all the connections and resources he had accumulated in the first half of his life after returning to Zhaoge City, in order to obtain the opportunity to meet the Emperor in the Royal Palace.
If he could meet the Emperor, he would find a way to make the Emperor associate Zhao Layue with that evil person.
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Among the nine peaks of Aoyama, Shanghai Peak was the coldest, Yunxing Peak was the most dangerous, Shenmo Peak was the loneliest, and Tianguang Peak was the highest.
In the early spring, everything was recovering. The trees on Tianguang Peak were already green and green. Looking around, one could see a pleasant green scene, which was very pleasing to the eye.
A tall figure stood by the cliff's edge, looking at the scenery, exuding a cold aura.
"I didn't expect he was still alive, and he came to you?"
He wasn't talking to a human being, but a white cat with long hair.
White Ghost, one of the four Principal Guards, left Bihu Peak for some reason and came here today.
There was a monument on the top of Tianguang Peak, carried by a stone tortoise.
The stone tortoise was very big, with a circumference of one hundred feet.
White Ghost squatted on the head of the stone tortoise, looking small in comparison.
He didn't pay attention to what the man said, licking his hair and washing his face, doing it very seriously.
– I've brought the message. As for why you two pretend not to know each other, it's none of my business.
White Ghost was very curious about many things. There was a proverb in Aoyama that referred to this matter.
The problem was another proverb, which he remembered more clearly – curiosity killed the cat.
"I didn't arrange this, but I knew about it and supported it. Aoyama cultivates the sword, so it's necessary to wield the sword. Liangwang Peak exists for this reason. The passion of the younger generation can't be cooled down because of us. I know what he's worried about, but I believe that every generation is stronger than the last. What Master and he couldn't do, it doesn't mean that the kids nowadays can't do it. "
White Ghost didn't stop washing his face, but his line of sight passed through his front claws and fell on the figure.
Looking at his back, it had a strong impulse. Should it try to launch a sneak attack?
Just like that night on Bihu Peak two years ago, the temptation was too strong.
White Ghost gave up the idea in the end, because he knew he couldn't defeat the figure.
This annoyed White Ghost. He stopped washing his face and scratched the head of the stone tortoise.
As the Principal Guard of Aoyama, he was very powerful, and his sharp claws were many times more powerful than most flying swords.
On the top of Bihu Peak, he scratched Jing Jiu and sent him flying into the lake thousands of feet away, making him recuperate for half a year.
He obviously didn't hold back his strength, so wouldn't the stone tortoise be smashed into powder?
That didn't happen.
The stone tortoise didn't shatter, nor did it crack. There was no trace, not even a white mark.
An ancient and leisurely breath appeared on the top of the cliff.
The stone tortoise slowly opened its eyes, looking a little confused, as if it didn't know what had happened.
It turned out to be a living creature.
The person turned around. He was tall, had calm eyes, and had an unfathomable breath. He was the Principal of Aoyama.
"How did the Round Turtle offend you? It was sleeping soundly, but you had to wake it up. "
White Ghost's claws could split mountains and lakes, and made the Well of Shenmo Peak cough for half a year, but now he could only wake up the stone tortoise.
But he wasn't embarrassed.
As a companion who had lived in Aoyama for thousands of years, White Ghost certainly knew that the opponent had thick skin and wouldn't get hurt.
Because the opponent was also the Principal Guard of Aoyama — the Round Turtle.
"You're not embarrassed, but I, the Principal of Aoyama, don't even have a sword. Isn't it a little embarrassing?"
The Principal looked at the stone tablet on the back of the stone tortoise and said, "He's coming back anyway. If you really want to stop this, you can use this to exchange."
The stone tablet was very wide, straight, and huge, like a hill that had been cut open. Its surface was very smooth, and there were no words on it.
There was a sword stuck on the top of the stone tablet, like a young girl with a small hairpin on her head.
Was that the legendary Sword of Inherited Heaven?
But if one looked closely, he would find that the sword … had no hilt, and it was hollow in the middle.
The Sword of Inherited Heaven was not a sword, but a scabbard!
A scabbard was called the Sword of Inherited Heaven, so what kind of sword did it contain?
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