Yes, the immortal pen was the City-guarding Pen, one of the four treasures of Yimaozhai's temple.
The extraordinary inkstone was the Dragon-tail Inkstone, one of the four treasures of Yimaozhai's temple.
The ordinary-looking middle-aged man was the latest sage of Yimaozhai, Liu Shisui.
He was also a person with natural Taoist quality, a former genius disciple of Aoyama Sect's Liangwang Peak, the secretary of Xiwang Sun, a high-level official of Bulao Lin, a layman elder of Guocheng Temple, and the only successor of the Bloody Demon Cult.
Of course, he also had the most important identity, which was Jing Jiu's servant.
"So, you are Liu Shisui, the Scholar with Many Treasures." Happy Monk brushed off the dirt on his body and said expressionlessly, "Now that I see you, you really have a lot of treasures."
Liu Shisui had so many identities, but he had to call him the Scholar with Many Treasures, indicating that he was really embarrassed at this time. The Scholar with Many Treasures sounded a little low-class and even made people think of him as a pervert.
Liu Shisui was still as calm and honest as he was hundreds of years ago. He was not provoked by words and said, "Yes, I am Liu Shisui. I have also been to many places. I know all the magic you know, but you don't. Besides, you don't have as many magic weapons as I do."
His tone was very plain and straightforward, without any sense of showing off, but it formed a stronger effect of mockery.
Happy Monk was silent for a while and flicked out a prayer bead with his finger.
The prayer bead came to the edge of the atmosphere and suddenly broke into pieces, emitting countless clear lights that flowed down like a waterfall and covered the entire Foggy Mountain City.
If seen from a distance, one could probably imagine the scene of an ancient clock falling to the ground.
The prayer bead must be a very high-level magic weapon of Zen. Liu Shisui was still silent. He took out a small black flag and waved it toward the sky.
The small black flag emitted endless coldness and faint ghost weeping. It was actually a ghost streamer.
The ghost weeping and the Buddhist chanting in the clear light collided and disappeared. The banner full of turbid air broke through the wind and was about to roll Happy Monk in.
The sinister aura of the ghost banner was extremely strong. It was unknown how many spirits had been sacrificed and trapped within it.
Happy Monk moved his fingertips slightly and crushed a prayer bead. It turned into a vajra pestle and blocked the ghost streamer.
There was another loud bang, and he was pushed back into the rubble on the ground. His face was pale, and his eyes were even colder.
"The Ten Thousand Soul Banner of the Blood Demon Church!" He looked at Liu Shisui, who was flying toward him on a lotus cloud, and said, "I don't care if you are a junior in the temple, a scholar in the study, or a disciple of Jingyang. You dare to capture living souls and refine them, which is more evil than what I am about to do. How can you have the face to stand on the right path?"
Liu Shisui said, "I didn't use any living souls to refine this streamer. I only soaked it in the Underworld River for three hundred years."
His voice was still steady, and there was no emotion in his tone, but it still made people feel that it was a kind of mockery.
It was unknown how many soul-fires remained in the Underworld River. They didn't have intelligence, and they were not living beings. Even if they were just fragments, they were enough to make this Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer possess a great power. More terrifyingly, the foundation of this Dao Streamer seemed to be a magic treasure of a higher state. In other words, even the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer of the Immortal Chi Song back then was not as powerful as this streamer.
The Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer was like a curtain rolling up the sky, blocking the sun and covering the sky. It wrapped around the vajra pestle, and faint rust marks appeared on the surface of the pestle in a moment. Even the lower part of the pestle, which was based on the black jade, had some blood-like marks on it. It seemed that the nature of the pestle was about to be stained and its treasure spirit destroyed.
Happy Monk withdrew the vajra pestle and finally took out his most powerful magic treasure, the Grand Nirvana.
The Grand Nirvana emitted countless calm and solemn Buddhist lights, wiping out all the black smoke that came with the streamer.
Unexpectedly, Liu Shisui didn't care about the loss of the dark energy of the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer. He kept waving it forward and smashed it down.
Did he intend to use the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer to perform the sword work of Aoyama, or the ghost sword work of Nan Qü's branch?
Happy Monk thought of this, but he wasn't afraid at all. He wielded the Grand Nirvana to counter the attack.
The black smoke had dissipated, and the black streamer couldn't advance any further. The seemingly ordinary metal plate contained three thousand worlds and six reincarnations; it was impossible for it to be controlled by the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer.
Yet, in the next moment, a fourth loud boom broke out in the sky above Foggy City!
The sound was very loud, but it was not straightforward.
It sounded more like a bell than a thunder, and it was a broken bell.
Some of the abandoned farms and transportation facilities nearby were instantly shaken to the ground.
The strong wind was howling, and the accumulated snow was falling down, and the sand and pebbles were rolling everywhere.
"It's not the sword work of Aoyama …"
Happy Monk wiped off the golden blood stains on the corners of his mouth with his trembling right hand, his expression a bit perplexed. If Liu Shisui had used the sword work of Aoyama to control the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer, he wouldn't have cared, because he also knew the sword work of Aoyama. However, it was evident that the power of heaven and earth from the Grand Nirvana was not the case.
Looking at the Grand Nirvana, his expression changed slightly. If the All in One Sword was invincible, then the Grand Nirvana was like the Green Sky Mirror, the most powerful defensive magic treasure in Chaotian. It was then that a small pit appeared on the lower right side of the Grand Nirvana. It was not very obvious, but it was nonetheless a pit.
He lifted his head to look at Liu Shisui, asking in bewilderment, "What is that?"
Liu Shisui took back the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer and took out a black square jade seal from it, saying, "It's the Seal of the King Of The Underworld."
Looking at the Seal of the King Of The Underworld in Jing Jiu's hand, the Happy Monk didn't know what to say for the moment. He sighed softly in a self-mocking manner.
In a normal story, in such a situation, Liu Shisui would ask, "How many more treasures do you have?" Then Liu Shisui would take out a bell or a ruler … It was pointless to do so.
The Happy Monk calmed down after the prayer beads moved slightly between his fingers. "There is a world and all things in the Grand Nirvana. You can't break it," he said.
It was true that Liu Shisui couldn't break the defense of the Grand Nirvana even though he had the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer, the Dragon-Tail Inkstone and the City-Guard Pen.
As for the Seal of the King Of The Underworld, it had indeed created a small pit in the Grand Nirvana and injured the Happy Monk's golden body; but if he wanted to break the Grand Nirvana … a large corner of the Seal of the King Of The Underworld would fall off before he could achieve his goal. What would he use then? Would his hot-tempered Young Sister agree to it?
"I have another magic treasure that I want to try." When Liu Shisui said this, he didn't sound as calm and composed as before; he sounded a bit unconfident.
Happy Monk felt a little strange. In that case, why did you use that magic weapon to make the last blow? But since it was the last strike, it must be the strongest one. He stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the sky. A mirror of light appeared between his fingers, and countless Buddhist mantras flowed and rotated slowly.
The Grand Nirvana also rotated slowly.
A gentle breeze blew.
It seemed to pass through the forest of the Guocheng Temple and the sea of pines.
After saying this, he put away the Ten-Thousand Soul Streamer and the Seal of the King Of The Underworld. He sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his breath and calm his mind.
With such a formation, it could be imagined that the magic treasure that would be used later would have great power.
A buzzing sound rang through the outskirts of Foggy City, as if something was vibrating at high speed.
The breeze between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.
The remaining snow on the ground became very bright.
That was because a flying sword appeared between heaven and earth.
The flying sword was very slender and short. It was silver all over, and its surface was extremely smooth and bright.
The Happy Monk's expression froze slightly. Only then did he realize that he was so shocked by the various magic treasures of Liu Shisui that he forgot about this sword!
When he thought of this, the small silver sword had already arrived in front of him.
The clouds in the distance surged and shattered, and the remaining snow on the ground was bright as if it was burning. The flying sword vaguely grew a pair of wings, and with an unimaginably sharp sword will and indescribable spiritual aura, it pierced the surface of the Grand Nirvana, giving people a strong feeling that this sword was actually alive!
In the sky full of swords, one could vaguely hear a voice – I am coming!
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Many years ago, Lei Potian, the Peak Master of Bihu, stole the Thunder-Soul Wood and gave it to Taiping Zhenren in the Sword Jail because Taiping Zhenren promised to give him two swords. Later, Lei Potian went crazy when he was locked up in the Sword Jail. He only knew to keep shouting at the bottom of the well: If there is no one, then what about two?
One means all things in one.
Two means no two.
This small silver flying sword was the Lone Sword.
The Lone Sword was one of the main swords of the nine peaks of Aoyama. It was the main sword of Liangwang Peak, but it had been taken away from Liangwang Peak by the Immortal Jingyang many years ago.
It looked ordinary and small, but its state was very high, only inferior to the All in One Sword, slightly better than the First Child Sword, and far superior to the other main swords, including the Thoughtless Sword.
The Lone Sword had followed the Immortal Jingyang for many years, and it had even ascended to the dark universe with him. Then, it was thrown to Liu Shisui.
For hundreds of years, the Lone Sword had turned into a sword bracelet and stayed obediently on Liu Shisui's wrist. It had been soaked in the manure water of vegetables, the water on the edge of the pickle jar, and the stinky ink used for writing, vibrating and buzzing a few times. Except for the time when Zhuo Rusui set up the Sword Formation of Aoyama at the West Sea, it had never turned into a flying sword to fight.
Today, its sword light had illuminated heaven and earth. It was about to start its first fight, and its opponent was a figure like the Joyous Monk and a magic treasure like the Grand Nirvana.
In this aspect, its fate was similar to Liu Ada's.
Liu Shisui's lack of confidence was actually because he didn't trust the sword. He was worried that the sword would turn around and flee when it saw the Grand Nirvana.
After all, Jing Jiu had a bad evaluation of the sword a few hundred years ago, and its performance over the last few hundred years wasn't that good either.
Time had changed a lot.
The young man had grown up, and the sword spirit had gradually developed.
The small silver flying sword was even more confident than Liu Shisui, stabbing toward the Grand Nirvana without any hesitation.
The Grand Nirvana was very strong, but the most powerful barrier was not the sword itself, but the worlds in the small metal squares.
Only by passing through those worlds could one reach the true body of the Grand Nirvana.
The Lone Sword was the sharpest sword in Chaotian, save for the one in Jing Jiu's right hand; but could it pass through the barriers formed by all the objects in the worlds?
Along with the bright sword light, the remaining snow on the ground rose up abruptly, and the cliff rocks turned around and pointed at the Joyous Monk with their sharp sides.
The heaven and earth in the suburb of Foggy City were filled with formidable sword wills. The soldiers on the battleships and spaceships who had fled to the distance looked in this direction through the remote monitoring system. Their eyes felt a bit sore when they saw the bright lights. In the next moment, the monitoring equipment was destroyed.
The dense and formidable sword wills and the unusual phenomenon of heaven and earth were similar to the scene of the fight between Jing Jiu and Jian Xilai in Dayuan City. It was even similar to the scene when the Snow Girl held Jing Jiu's hand and flew toward the nine black suns in the sky.
"This is the fifth one."
Ceng Ju said sentimentally while looking at the Lone Sword stabbing into the Grand Nirvana with his hand on a slowly rotating rock and sensing the sword wills in heaven and earth.
The Grandmaster of Aoyama, General Li, Jing Jiu, Jian Xilai, and Liu Shisui had all reached the last step in the sword work of Aoyama.
The All in One.
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The All in One was a sword that could break everything in the world.
The delicate and sharp tip of the sword had passed through many worlds and seen many skies in a very short time, and had finally landed on the real surface of the Grand Nirvana.
Along with a clear sound, the Lone Sword stabbed into the Grand Nirvana. Though it was not deep enough to be seen by the naked eye, it was nevertheless broken.
A tiny crack appeared in the center of Joyous Monk's eyebrows, and a hint of blood could be vaguely seen in the golden glow.
The sword light illuminated the remaining snow again. The Lone Sword flew back to the side of Liu Shisui, quivering slightly and looking a bit dimmer. It should be because it was exhausted by the previous blow.
Joyous Monk looked at Liu Shisui in Silence, allowing the drop of blood to flow out from the golden crack. "This is not enough," he said.
No sooner had he said this than Liu Shisui's body suddenly turned illusionary and drifted to the front of Joyous Monk like a ghost. He held a sword in his right hand and passed through the infinite worlds again, landing on the Grand Nirvana.
The spot where the sword landed was precisely the small crack that the Lone Sword had pierced through.
As the two swords joined together, the small crack became deeper.
A cracking sound came from the depths of Joyous Monk's golden body.
The Grand Nirvana turned back quickly.
Joyous Monk fell on the Grand Nirvana, holding the cold metal surface with one hand. It seemed that the lower half of his body could not move.
A stream of golden blood oozed out from the back of his frock.
That was the position of the vertebrae. For the ascendants, it was also the key place to transfer fairy energy. If they were seriously injured, they might become paralyzed like ordinary people.
Joyous Monk's face was pale. Looking at the sword in Liu Shisui's hand, he wanted to ask something, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The cinnabar-like blood in the painting fell on the rubble, ignited a blazing flame, and then disappeared instantly.
What he wanted to ask was, if you used the All in One Sword to drive the Lone Sword to break the three thousand worlds of the Grand Nirvana, what kind of sword was that?
That sword looked ordinary, but it was actually as cold as water, and it was extremely delicate, like clear water that could not freeze under certain conditions in extremely cold environments.
"The First Child Sword," Liu Shisui introduced.
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