Immortal Road.

Chapter 181 Found the organization

At night, the stars are twinkling and the moonlight shines through the woods.

The Sword Saint "Ma Yuanjue" stood facing the wind, his sleeves fluttering, and his hand slowly stroking a three-foot green sword.

"I will only demonstrate my unique sword skills once. Whether you can learn them depends entirely on your luck. Only those with outstanding comprehension are qualified to be accepted as my personal disciples."

The group of demonic monks below stared at the front nervously. The moment to decide their fate had come. Whoever could stand out would have the hope of breaking out of the siege of the righteous under the leadership of this "Sword Saint" after he completely mastered the Nascent Soul and the physical body.

The remaining people will be forced to stay and fight with the righteous monks here as their cultivation is sealed, and they will also have to face a steady stream of righteous pursuers, as well as various blockades that will be gradually set up along the road ahead and the coastline as time goes on.

It's almost an unsolvable deadlock.

However, there was one person in the crowd who was out of tune with the atmosphere. He had a confident smile on his face, as if the position of direct disciple was already in his pocket.

It was Yin Wuming.

This person was originally the Jindan stage guardian of the Blood River Palace. He was able to fight with the Zixiao Sect's Nascent Soul Seed "Lei Yinzi" for many years, and was listed as one of the top rising stars on both the good and evil sides. It is conceivable how terrifying his talent is.

Even if he is not as young as Lei Yinzi, his aptitude and comprehension are probably only slightly inferior. In addition, with his Jindan stage cultivation, he has a broad vision and combat experience. So, dealing with the sword skills created by a mortal warrior should be a piece of cake, right?
Ma Jiansheng glanced around calmly, then focused on the three-foot-long sword in his hand. At this moment, there was only his sword in his eyes. His heart moved with the sword, and he and the sword became one. Within a short distance, he could defeat all enemies.

This is the realm of a sword master.

"Keng~"

Following a clear sword chant, a breeze suddenly arose in the woods, and the fallen leaves swirled and began to move along with the figure in the middle of the field. Suddenly, a cold light lit up in the darkness, facing the bright moon in the sky.

Ma Jiansheng's body is as graceful as a swimming dragon, as agile as a startled wild goose, his sword is like a white snake spitting out its tongue, hissing and breaking through the wind, and his clothes fluttering, as if he will ride on the wind to go home in the next moment, chasing the clouds and stars, ascending to the sky to embrace the moon.

While dancing with the sword, he was also explaining to everyone on the field.

"Swords require force as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning. You must have a clear mind and calculate every move before you release it. Each action should be linked to the next, and you should take advantage of the situation. By the time the enemy realizes that something is wrong, he will have already fallen into your rhythm."

The sword in his hand danced faster and faster, like a silver dragon flying up and down, circling left and right. Wherever the sword passed, a breeze blew and the fallen leaves rustled.

"Every sword energy must be used at the critical point. Don't use it casually to test and waste your internal energy. The blind spots of vision, the camouflage of environmental colors, the reflection angle of the sun and moon, the resistance or boost of wind direction, etc. must be used well at the moment the sword energy flies out."

As sword energy flew, large trees all around fell to the ground with a loud bang. The view suddenly became wider, revealing several huge moss-covered rocks.

"When you are about to unleash a fatal blow, you must conceal your intentions, make a feint to the east and attack in the west, avoid the real attack and attack the fake, and secretly build a plank road while secretly crossing Chencang, only then can you achieve a surprise victory!"

A curved white moon blade suddenly flew out from the tip of the sword, and its shadow on the ground disappeared in an instant, but he himself flashed to the other side and knocked a large rock away with one sword, and its position happened to be where the sword energy must pass.

"Then, while the sword energy is sliding, I will quickly approach him and use Qinggong to dodge and adjust my position, so that he will be knocked into the position of my sword energy, forming a triangle kill."

"Bang!~~~"

The boulder was suddenly hit by the passing sword energy and shattered into pieces of rubble. The angle was just right, and both the timing and position were accurate to the millisecond.

"This move was something I realized when I broke through the Xiantian realm and my heart merged with the world. Because it is an original Xiantian sword technique of mine, I named it"

"Ma's triangle kill!"

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Everyone on the field was stunned by the name. Although the name was simple and crude, it contained a sense of dominance and sharpness. The conception was ingenious and the imagination was like a stroke of genius, which made people applaud and deeply impressed.

However, with their current cultivation sealed and without spiritual awareness and spiritual power, it is extremely difficult for them to see clearly, learn, comprehend deeply and put it into practice.

Also, are you sure this trick is really useful in actual combat? Why does it feel so fancy?
Ma Jiansheng sheathed his sword, concentrated his energy into his dantian, and his eyes were sharp and fierce. He swept his eyes over them, like a knife cutting flesh, causing pain all over their bodies.

"I have finished the demonstration. Now I will inject a stream of sword energy into each of you. You only have this one chance. Whoever can successfully perform this move will be qualified to be my direct disciple."

The demons looked at each other, holding their swords in despair.

The demonstration just now was too shadowy to be seen clearly with the naked eye without spiritual sense. And now, without spiritual power, it is impossible to perform such difficult movements with the flesh alone. It requires angle adjustment, time calculation, agility, and balance of strength. It is really not something that ordinary people can do.

However, there are always extraordinary people in this world.

Yin Wuming from the Blood River Palace was the first to step forward. He had already experienced the hurdle of "Immaculate Golden Body", so his physical body was definitely able to pass the test. Coupled with his vision and knowledge of the Golden Core stage, he was able to observe and deduce a general idea. His comprehension was also terrifying, and he mastered most of it in an instant.

Lin Shan gritted his teeth and stepped forward second. He had also experienced the "star power body tempering" of the Lingbao Xuxing Plate, so his physical strength was not bad. In addition, he often applied the "Phantom Spirit Liquid", so the sword light and the human figure just now were clearly visible. His understanding had been nourished by the "nectar of heaven and earth", so he could also comprehend and apply it to other situations.

Unexpectedly, a third party stepped forward.

No one knew what means the Black Skeleton Demon Lord had used to decompose the sword light and spread it all over his body, barely able to hold up his skeleton; his original form was a powerful Nascent Soul from the Hell World, and his vision was equally experienced and unique; as for his comprehension, he must have experienced a heavenly tribulation to break through the Nascent Soul stage, and he had also tasted the "nectar of heaven and earth" long ago.

When others saw this, they thought that even the Skeleton Monster dared to come out and give it a try, so why shouldn’t we be afraid?

They all stood up immediately, and in order to fight for their lives, they all risked their lives.

The people of the righteous path sat comfortably on the sidelines, watching these evil monks try their best to perform, and sitting back and watching the fire from the other side of the river.

……

Two hours later, all the demonic monks went up to try it.

As expected, Yin Wuming passed it in one try, worthy of being a person who could compete with the Nascent Soul Seed "Lei Yinzi".

What was unexpected was that Lin Shan and the Black Skull Demon Lord also passed!
Although Lin Shan's passing was a bit surprising, considering the performance of the "Martial Arts Coach" back then, everyone knew that this boy had a strong talent for martial arts and excellent comprehension, so it was more or less acceptable.

However, this skeleton also passed, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Everyone saw the whole process, and it was indeed a perfect reproduction of the sword technique. However, after it was finished, the skeleton of his entire body fell to the ground, and the soul fire in his skull dimmed. It might be that he had overdrawn some price.

Lin Shan was a little confused. What was this guy trying so hard for? If he succeeded, he could just take it with him. As for the gang of brothers, he didn't have to worry. He could use summoning to pull them over after he ran away.

What's there to fight for a skeleton monster?

However, the Black Skull Demon Lord was thinking: If I succeed, Lin Shan will have to beg me to save his life. If I give him a chance to use his innate spiritual treasure to save his life, do you think he will do it? This is simply a godsend!
Except for these three, everyone else failed. One chance was too little and there was no room for error. They all retreated in despair.

Ma Jiansheng looked at the two people and a jumping skull in front of him. He seemed to have not expected to meet three "geniuses" in one breath.

They said before that they would only accept one person, but now there are two more, which is really unexpected.

But he was once a chivalrous man, unrestrained and free-spirited, so he couldn't take back what he had said, so he said it directly on the spot. "I will only accept one disciple. Each of you three has one incense stick of time to give me a reason to choose you. As for how to convince me, that's your business."

Ma Jiansheng passed the ball directly to the middle of the three people and let them decide for themselves. At the same time, the right of selection was still in his hands. He did not reveal the standards and left it to them to play as they pleased.

“This is too idealistic!”

Lin Shan sighed in his heart, who knows what this Sword Master Ma likes, how can he please him?

The Black Skeleton Demon Lord on the ground had his soul fire burning fiercely, and his thoughts quickly diverged, as if he had activated some means of overdrawing his soul power. He analyzed all of Ma Jiansheng's actions in the short period of time from his appearance to now, and speculated on his character model and hobbies.

"Got it! Click, click, click~"

The skull rolled rapidly on the ground, and rolled to the other side in a flash. It opened its mouth and picked up a book on the ground, then rolled back with a "gurgling" sound and gently placed it at the feet of Ma Jiansheng.

"I have been familiar with the Zhougong etiquette since I was young, and I have collected many erotic picture books. I have also studied them in depth. We can discuss them together if we have the chance."

"Snapped!"

Ma Jiansheng slapped the guy aside with a slap, his expression showing neither joy nor sadness. He seemed not to care about it at all, and instead started to scold him.

"You don't focus on the right path, but instead spend all day studying petty and despicable things. You are not worthy of being my disciple!"

The Black Skull Demon Lord was dazed by the slap in the face, and his mind was full of questions. If you don’t like this thing, why did you enjoy watching it so much before?
Yin Wuming and Lin Shan on the side instantly broke out in cold sweats. This thought had flashed through their minds before, but luckily they didn't have time to try it!
But after coming to his senses, he was delighted again. He didn't expect that this skeleton monster was so smart and eliminated a competitor so easily. Their hopes were greatly increased.

After Yin Wuming learned his lesson, he made a plan in mind and was the second one to step forward and speak.

"Senior, I have a treasure that I want to present to you. Please give me a little magic power so that I can open the storage bag and take out the treasure."

Ma Jiansheng followed his instructions and helped him open the storage bag.

Yin Wuming immediately took out a dark-colored sword from it. The sword looked like iron but not iron, and like wood but not wood. There were hollow patterns carved on the sword. Faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard. Then he presented it with both hands.

Ma Jiansheng took the sword and examined it for a few seconds before asking in a deep voice, "What is the name of this sword?"

"The Demon Soul Sword is a mid-level magic weapon. It contains twenty-four magic prohibitions. When it is refined, it needs to be watered with the blood of a thousand people, filled with the souls of ten thousand people, and supplemented with two taels of Demon Marrow Crystal."

Yin Wuming only had this one sword-shaped magic weapon with him. In order to compete for this spot this time, he gritted his teeth and decided to spend a lot of money. He did his best to introduce the power of this magic weapon, how difficult it was to refine it, and how much materials and time it consumed, to show his sincerity in offering the treasure.

The more Ma Jiansheng listened, the uglier his expression became, and he returned the sword to him before he could finish.

"Although the sword is a weapon for killing, it is not a weapon of evil. This kind of magic weapon is stained with too many wronged souls, which will pollute the sword's will and corrode the sword's heart, causing me to fall from the realm of clear sword heart. It is truly unacceptable."

Yin Wuming panicked and tried to save the situation: "Senior is right. I was indeed inconsiderate. I have other swords in my storage bag, but they are all at the level of magic weapons. How about you take another look?"

Ma Jiansheng shook his head and took out several magical swords. He inherited the legacy of the Dharma King and Lei Yinzi, so he had no shortage of swords.

"Never mind. Unless it's the Spiritual Sword, I'm not interested in other swords."

Yin Wuming's heart sank instantly, and he didn't know what to do. He could only hope that Lin Shan, who had not yet appeared, did not have anything that could impress Ma Jiansheng.

Lin Shan saw what happened just now and knew that sending the sword as a gift might not work.

Although he also has a magic weapon, the Water-Breaking Sword, it is just a common item with twelve magic prohibitions, and is not as good as the several inheritances in other people's hands. As for the "spiritual sword" he mentioned, it is probably a spiritual treasure.

Lin Shan couldn't take out this thing either. Strengthening a "spiritual sword" requires 64 points of ancient charm, but he only has 32 points. The strengthening panel cannot be borrowed, so naturally he is powerless.

However, at this moment, he was suddenly blessed with something and thought of something he had obtained a long time ago, which had been gathering dust in his hands ever since he got it.

Right now, we can only try our best to save the situation.

"Senior, I also have something I want to present to you. Please help me open the storage space."

Ma Jiansheng helped him open it as he was told.

Lin Shan searched for a while and took out a book from a corner. It looked like a martial arts secret book, and the four big words on the cover were slightly blurred.

"This is a book of innate swordsmanship that I got in the southern border. It is said that this swordsmanship is swift and strange, and the moves are incredible. However, if you want to learn this swordsmanship, there is a prerequisite."

As Lin Shan spoke, his voice gradually became weaker, his expression looked a little strange, and his tone was hesitant, as if he had something to hide.

But he didn't expect that when the Sword Saint Ma in front of him saw the big words on the cover of this secret book, he roared out for the first time:

"Sword Manual of Exorcism!"

Lin Shan was startled by the sudden change, and the feeling of the Nightingale organization's noisy atmosphere came back again.

"Senior, do you know this sword technique?"

Ma Jiansheng's face flushed as he laughed heartily.

"Of course, who in the Southern Border martial arts world doesn't know the name of the Sword Manual of Exorcism?"

He took the book from Lin Shan and was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He kept flipping through it and couldn't help muttering:

"Ten years. When I was the leader of Nightingale in Southern Xinjiang, I secretly investigated and searched everywhere for a full ten years! In the end, I still had no chance to see it. This legendary sword manual has almost become my obsession."

"I never thought that it would be delivered to me by accident at this time and place. It's simply God's will!"

"If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences. After all these years, I finally got what I wanted!"

“As the saying goes, when you are surrounded by mountains and rivers, you may think there is no way out, but when you turn around, you will find another village!”

"Hahahaha~"

……

Lin Shan who was standing by was stunned. He didn't expect that he had hit the jackpot by accident. When he was in Zangke County, he ordered the "Zhao Family" to search for antiques for him. The book "The Sword of Exorcism" he got from them just happened to come in handy today!

Hey~ No!

Why did I seem to hear the word "nightingale" appear just now?
Is this the "Nightingale" I understand?
Could it be that they found the organization?

Thinking of the long-lost feeling of intimacy just now, Lin Shan suddenly felt that he seemed to be about to get a new big backer because of his mortal identity.
Nightingale, right? I am not talented enough——

I am honored to be the guest elder of Nightingale.

(End of this chapter)