Zhang Yu stood on the platform and stared at the long sword. At the last moment of Mo Guangchen's life, he saw a young man with red eyes and white skin reflected in his eyes.
This was undoubtedly Mo Guangchen's intention to show him. If he guessed correctly, this True Cultivator should be controlled by some means.
The mastermind behind this plot used Mo Guangchen to kill him instead of doing it himself. It must be because he was afraid of the power he had around him. Secondly, it should be because he wanted to test and observe his supernatural Dao techniques.
In fact, no matter how careful these observations were, they might not be useful in a real battle. Even if it was the same method, there would be completely different changes when it was used.
What's more, other than his swordsmanship, he only used the "Ruler of the Heavenly Void" technique. He didn't use any other techniques. At most, he let the other party understand that his heart force was strong enough to defeat Mo Guangchen, a True Cultivator of the same generation.
In fact, when the other party tried to observe him, he also exposed some of his own situation.
However, the appearance that Mo Guangchen showed was the most important clue. It couldn't help but remind him of someone.
"Xuan Zheng?"
Zhang Yu's gaze turned and saw Daoist Wan Ming coming close at this moment, while the rest of the cultivators surrounded him. He said to everyone, "There's nothing here, everyone can leave first."
When the cultivators heard him say this, they bowed to the platform and left.
Daoist Wan Ming asked at this time, "Xuan Zheng, what happened just now? Why did that True Cultivator attack Xuan Zheng?"
Zhang Yu said concisely, "This person was also controlled by someone."
Daoist Wan Ming's heart trembled. He had seen Mo Guangchen before, and it was not an exaggeration to say that his magic power was extremely strong. If such a person's consciousness could be controlled by someone else, then the person's magical power must be extraordinary.
Zhang Yu reached out at this time, the long sword flew from the ground and fell into his hand. The black and red sword tassel on the sword hilt turned into a pile of dust and drifted away.
Daoist Wan Ming's expression turned serious as he said, "Xuan Zheng, although there is a reason for this, this person has died in our place. I'm afraid there will be some trouble in the Ingenious Mysterious Realm."
Zhang Yu nodded. He was well aware of this.
Although on the surface, it seemed like Mo Guangchen was killed by him, in reality, his last finger was only meant to wake him up.
The moment he woke up, Mo Guangchen seemed to realize that he couldn't break free from the shackles, so he used up all his strength and chose to commit suicide.
However, even if he wasn't the one who killed them, it wouldn't be difficult for him to investigate the truth. Sometimes, even if he accepted it rationally, he might not be able to accept it emotionally. This was especially so when there had always been conflicts between True Cultivators and Mystics. Thus, some people might not necessarily reason with him.
However, he didn't care about this. There was a way to reason with this matter, and there was also a way to be unreasonable.
At this moment, he also took out the scabbard and stored Mo Guangchen's longsword inside it. Then, he put it into his purple star pouch and said, "Get someone to deal with this place. Then, write a report and send it to the Spiritual Mysterious Realm. Let them deal with it."
More than ten days later, in the Spiritual Mysterious Realm.
The sun and moon in the Spiritual Mysterious Realm changed very inflexibly. One moment, it was still sunny and warm like spring, but the next moment, it was full of stars and moon, and silver frost covered the ground.
In a certain stone cave, every breath, a drop of water would fall from the top. In the pool below, there was a distant and ethereal sound, as if someone was gently knocking on the smooth cave wall.
In front of the pool, a Daoist was sitting with his back to the cave entrance. His cold blue Daoist robe was soaked in the moonlight, making this place seem especially cold and desolate.
The sound of footsteps could be heard, and a young disciple appeared at the entrance of the cave. He stood still, and said politely, "Martial Uncle Yin, people from Xuanfu have come."
After a while, that Daoist said, "Is it because of Junior Martial Brother Mo?"
The young disciple replied, "Yes." He paused for a moment, "Someone saw Martial Uncle Mo die when he was fighting with Xuan Zheng from Xuanfu …"
That Daoist said indifferently, "You can't believe this. Whoever spread this rumor will be punished and go into seclusion for ten years."
The young disciple hesitated for a moment, and said yes. He paused for a moment, and said, "Martial Uncle, how should we respond?"
That Daoist said, "Go and retrieve Junior Martial Brother Mo's soul first. We will talk about the rest after I come out of seclusion."
The young disciple bowed and left.
In a cave on a mountain rock in the Wasteland, there were bursts of flickering light.
In the palm of Patriarch Yuan Tong, there were sparkling and translucent objects floating, and at this moment, they were emitting a colorful light.
They were like broken glass fragments, and when they collided, there was a fine and clear sound. However, as the collision between them became more and more intense, although the broken crystals became more and more delicate, the sound also became gentle and pleasant. In the end, it turned into a thin veil that drifted like colorful mist.
"It's done!"
He reached out and slowly took it into his hand.
He looked at the thin veil in his hand with satisfaction. This time, he had used up all the blood essence he had obtained this time to mold this "Sky Absolute Refining Veil".
The greatest advantage of a treasure refined from blood essence was that it could be completely compatible with the cultivation method in the body. There was no need for any other precious materials, and only the person's own Qi was needed to refine it.
Moreover, these blood essence had already been refined by those evil cultivators, and all the impurities in it had been removed. It could be considered incomparably pure, and refining it was twice the result with half the effort.
Now that the seven-day period had passed, he did not return to his body. That was because he had already seized a decent evil cultivator's body as a carrier, allowing him to stay outside for a longer period of time.
However, he was not ready to immediately find Zhang Yu, because Zhang Yu was not alone. There were many cultivators protecting him, so he had to wait for a suitable opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, another ten days had passed.
In the square station, Zhang Yu was sitting on the big platform and reading a scroll. The rising sun in the east poured light into the room through the window and fell on his desk.
These days, the opponent hiding in the dark had not shown himself. He should be waiting for a certain opportunity.
However, he had not been idle during this period of time. He looked at the scroll on the desk. It was all the records about Ancestor Yuan Tong that he had asked for from Xuanfu.
Judging from the image reflected in Mo Guangchen's eyes, the person behind this should be Old Ancestor Yuan Tong.
Although Ancestor Yuan Tong was dead, he was an upper level cultivator. The divine abilities he possessed were far beyond the knowledge of ordinary cultivators. It was not impossible to say that he had used some method to preserve his Divine Soul consciousness.
The scroll recorded most of the divine abilities that Ancestor Yuan Tong was good at and the magic treasures that he used to carry. In some places, it was also noted that there were restraining methods.
However …
He reached out and tapped on the notes a few times. In the past, even the Golden Bridge Cauldron could be taken out from Xuanfu. These restraining methods might not be credible.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that there were lights flashing one after another in the distant wilderness. These were the messages from the various sentries, but now they were all lit up.
He immediately realized that something important must have happened.
After a while, he heard cheers coming from outside. Then, footsteps sounded. He saw a disciple rushing in with an excited expression. He cupped his hands and handed over a handwritten report with a flushed face, saying, "Xuan Zheng, the two mansions have sent a message to both the outside and outside of the continent. The gods and monsters of the north have retreated. Xuan Zheng, we won!"
"Oh?"
Zhang Yu stood up and reached out to take the report. At this time, the cheers in his ears became louder. Almost all the disciples inside and outside the station joined in.
He could understand how they felt.
Ever since the arrival of the Turbid Tide more than sixty years ago, the main enemy of Qingyang Upper Continent was the gods and monsters of Taibo. It was because of these gods and monsters that the communication between Qingyang Upper Continent and other continents, and even Yujing, became particularly difficult.
Over the past few decades, although there had been no major battles, countless small ones had been fought. Countless people of Tianxia had died in the battles.
In the wilderness, there were countless low-level gods and monsters. Almost all the young cultivators had fought these gods and monsters in the process of cultivation. Now that such a great enemy had been defeated, it was no wonder that the disciples were so excited.
He opened the report. There was no specific process in it, only a brief description of the battle.
Just two days ago, the battle between Qingyang Mansions and Qingyang Mansions destroyed Taibo's largest stronghold in the northern wilderness. The main forces that Taibo sent in this battle were almost completely wiped out.
Now, the remaining gods and monsters had retreated deeper into the wilderness. Although there were still many of them, they didn't have the power to fight against Qingyang Upper Continent for the time being.
In other words, the battle in the north could be considered to have come to an end.
He put down the letter and his eyes flickered. Then, the next target of the two mansions would undoubtedly be Shuangzhou.
"Hm?"
At this moment, he heard some noise from the clouds. He walked out of the window and saw a black dot appear in the eastern sky.
They were thousands of flying boats engraved with the Mysterious Cicada Wing Pattern. At this moment, they were in a neat formation and were flying toward Fang Tai's station.
When the flying boats arrived, they didn't approach the square station. Instead, they flew towards the Tenki-in Hall.
Many Kun Tu Flying Ships anchored directly on the wasteland, and one of the larger flying ships anchored on the rooftop of the Tian Ji Court's encampment.
As the cabin door opened, a dozen armored soldiers came out.
The leader of the group went down the stairs and walked directly into the hall.
Chang Gu was standing in front of the hall. He cupped his hands and said, "Are you Marquis Le Junhou?"
Le Junhou cupped his hands and said politely, "Greetings, Mr. Chang. This time, this Le was ordered by the military to take a platoon of soldiers to guard this place. Later, this Le will protect the Tenki-in Hall's military fortress and the roof of the boat in preparation for the attack on Shuangzhou. "
Chang Gu hesitated for a moment and said, "But Zhang Xuanzheng of Xuanfu said that the wilderness isn't stable now …"
Le Junhou smiled and said confidently, "Mr. Chang, you have to believe in the military's power. What Xuanfu can't do, we can."
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