Fengyunlu

Luo Hongchen's brows furrowed, his eyes growing increasingly serious. He stared intently at the slovenly man before him and spoke slowly, "Your abilities are unfathomable. Even the Yun couple have to stand aside. What on earth did Xu Yi give you to convince someone like you to help him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if something was missing. After a moment's thought, he continued without waiting for the sloppy man to answer: "Wait, have we met somewhere before?"

The slovenly man leaned to the side, a faint sigh on his face, and then replied calmly: "In this world, whether you have seen it or not, it is all the same."

"You're right." Luo Hongchen looked relaxed as he looked around. His gaze finally fell on Zhuang Mo Ali. He frowned and shook his head without saying anything more. Finally, his gaze fell on the yellow bell and a hint of joy seemed to flash in his eyes.

Then he turned to look at the slovenly man and said, "Since the old man is here, why not do something and repay Feng the boy's kindness."

"You can't stop me." The sloppy man responded indifferently.

"That's true." Luo Hongchen wasn't arrogant, but he turned around and said, "But even if you take him with you, you might not be able to leave smoothly."

The sloppy man didn't say anything, but just gently moved the hand holding Moqiu, then took a few steps towards Ali and Zhuang Mo. It was obvious that he planned to take them away with him. As for the others, he obviously didn't care too much.

Luo Hongchen smiled and took a step forward. The aura around him immediately increased, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth seemed to change with his movements.

The sloppy appearance seemed to disappear in an instant, replaced by a free and easy feeling of overlooking the world and wandering in it at ease. The rolling thoughts of the world seemed to surge endlessly. There are you and me in the world, as well as the countless living beings in the world.

Xianyou Avenue! !

As the sloppy man whispered these words, it was as if a thought covered the sky and pressed down under the sky of Thundering Mountain. Looking at Luo Hongchen at this time, it seemed as if the years in the world had not changed, only he had not moved.

Endless Taoism surged, led by Luo Hongchen, and spread out in all directions. The spiritual power between heaven and earth stagnated, and the fairy river in the mountains turned upside down.

The sloppy man nodded. This was the first time he looked his opponent in the eye. After all, the other party was a man with the title of Great Emperor and the power of the Spring and Autumn Period. He was indeed worthy of his attention, even though he had surpassed the Saint level.

hum~

As the golden sword sounded, the aura around the sloppy man restrained. Unlike his previous sharp appearance, it seemed as if something was dormant in his body at this moment. It wanted to break free but was suppressed by him so badly that it had to leave a small gap to let it seep out.

One sword for life, one sword for life, hidden sword skills! !

"It was you who attacked secretly back then!!" Shock and anger flashed in Luo Hongchen's eyes. Three years ago, the Feng family suffered a catastrophe and his most proud disciple was killed. He was heartbroken but also went to check on the situation.

When I saw this, I was filled with confusion! !

It was originally thought that there was some master among the poor family who used some means to connect with the formation, and broke the formation by attacking from both inside and outside when they were unprepared, resulting in the death of Feng Wanlin and his wife and Jiuyou, and the almost extinction of the Feng family. However, this was not the case in reality.

Luo Hongchen checked many times and asked others, and learned that an accident occurred when the formation was in operation. As soon as the Zixuan Dao machine started to move, the key to the formation became slightly weak, and someone took advantage of this opportunity and attacked directly from outside the formation with extremely strong force. In addition, Feng Wanlin sensed something inside and fought against it with all his strength. Then the Nine Nether Emperor took the opportunity to make trouble, mixing things up inside and outside.

The combined force of these three skills directly opened the gap in the formation pivot. Before it could recover on its own, Jiuyou took the opportunity to break open the sealing town and destroy the formation in one fell swoop, which caused subsequent disasters.

At first glance, it seems that this matter was done by the joint efforts of the masters from the humble families, but Luo Hongchen knew that this might not be the case. Although there are many masters from the humble families, and quite a few of them are top-notch, it would be difficult to break this formation even if they work together, not to mention that Feng Wanlin is guarding it, so it is naturally not the case.

In addition, Luo Hongchen went to check and found that there was still a trace of sword intent remaining in the formation. After three years, it was still extremely powerful, and even he felt inferior to him.

Such means can only be possessed by those who have surpassed the Saint level. Luo Hongchen knew that he was not capable of this, so he naturally thought that Jiuyou had left it with his sword. But on second thought, he felt that it was not right.

I only heard that Jiuyou was from the ancient demon clan, but no one had told me that he was well versed in the way of the sword. Moreover, the sharpness of his sword intent was the result of being tempered for a long time in dormancy and then opened and closed vigorously. It was somewhat similar to the methods of the Sword Hidden Sect.

However, the Jianyin Sect had long been destroyed. Three years ago, the only one who could master this method was Feng Wanlin. But he was a spear-wielding person, and his cultivation was not enough. Even if there was an incredible ability to force this, it would definitely not be him. Otherwise, Luo Hongchen, as his teacher, would know his methods. After all, the two of them had met not long ago and had even derived what they had cultivated from each other.

So, if it wasn't Jiuyou or Feng Wanlin, then this sword intent must have come from someone else. Luo Hongchen racked his brains but couldn't figure out who this mysterious swordsman was. He was deeply puzzled. Who was the master of this sword intent? Why had he never seen this person in his life, nor heard any legends about him?

This sloppy uncle was truly mysterious today. He could actually master the unique skills of the Sword Hidden Sect. His every move was the pinnacle of hidden swordsmanship, transforming into a sword. His swordsmanship was unfathomable. Luo Hongchen had never seen such powerful swordsmanship in his life, and he was extremely curious about this uncle's identity.

The sword intent is hidden within the body. Once released, it surges like a sharp blade through the body, constantly traversing the palace, constantly tempering the cultivator. It's like the cultivator constantly endures the pain of thousands of swords piercing their hearts, a pain that reaches deep into their souls. Furthermore, this pain grows more intense as the cultivator's cultivation level increases, until finally the sword intent erupts, transforming into the most powerful strike, and the cultivator disappears with it. This method of cultivation is simply self-inflicted suffering, but it also makes one admire their perseverance and determination.

Once you begin practicing this sword technique, you can't stop, or you'll be pierced by thousands of swords, and even gods can't save you. You practice only one sword technique throughout your life, and that one sword is your whole life. This practice reminds me of the legend of the Sword Hidden Sect. Is there any connection between this sloppy uncle and the Sword Hidden Sect?

The Sword Hidden Sect is home to countless geniuses, but back then, no one practiced this sword technique because it was classified as a forbidden technique, accessible only to those with great willpower and determination. It was also sealed within the statue of the founder. Why would anyone from the Sword Hidden Sect break the statue of the founder to practice unless absolutely necessary? Who is this slovenly old man, and how could he possibly practice this forbidden technique?

Thus, the legend of this sword technique has been passed down through the ages, but no one in the Xuan Sect has ever seen it. Even after the Jianyin Sect was destroyed, no one had ever seen this sword technique. But today, this sword technique was actually used by this sloppy uncle. Thinking of the lingering sword intent in the formation, and looking at the tragic situation on Thunder Mountain before him, Luo Hongchen knew that this uncle was the mastermind behind all this. He was filled with confusion. Who exactly was this sloppy uncle?

"Haha~ Don't even think about getting away today." Luo Hongchen said as he threw out a jade talisman. With a flash of light, it headed straight in the direction he came from. Luo Hongchen hoped that the power contained in this jade talisman would be able to stop the sloppy uncle's actions.

The sloppy uncle's eyes tightened, and for the first time, he looked serious. The jade talisman's aura was heading straight for the South Sea. Who in the South Sea was worthy of a personal message from the Spring and Autumn Emperor? Of course, it was the Cangyun Emperor, Bai Qianyi, the pinnacle of the Xuan Sect. Bai Qianyi's name was well-known within the Xuan Sect, and his power was unfathomable. Luo Hongchen hoped he could come and stop the sloppy uncle.

No one knew the depth of Bai Qianyi's cultivation. He hadn't fought in three hundred years, not even participating in the Jiazi War. Even when Feng Wanlin was trapped on the Immortal Demon Island, he only hurried over, briefly showing up, and brought him back. The world now knew only that he was unfathomable, but not the extent of his depth. Luo Hongchen hoped Bai Qianyi would arrive and stop the slovenly old man.

But the sloppy uncle knew that while his current cultivation level might appear to have surpassed the Saint rank, it was actually still in the Saint rank, just one level above the peak of Hun Yuan, even more condensed than the Thunder Power's Strong Circulation. But he didn't know if he could hold his own against Bai Qianyi. He was terrified. Could he win?

Because three hundred years ago, Bai Qianyi had reached this level of cultivation. Back then, he had the good fortune to witness the Sword Hidden Sect's former leader, the Supreme Sword Master Bo Liangzi, sparring with the Cangyun Emperor, Bai Qianyi. With a single strike from Bai Qianyi, Bo Liangzi's entire lifelong understanding vanished into thin air. Bai Qianyi's strength filled the slovenly uncle with awe.

He's so strong. Three hundred years later, it's impossible to say he hasn't improved at all, but it's also unlikely to say he's made tremendous progress. However, the sloppy uncle still felt unsure. Regardless, Bai Qianyi was different from Luo Hongchen. If he received the message and really rushed over, everything he'd done today might be in vain. The sloppy uncle felt uneasy, unsure if he could stand up to Bai Qianyi.

A quick fight, a quick decision! The sloppy uncle steeled his resolve, countless sword intents overflowing. It felt as if his entire body was covered in steel needles, each one driven by his true energy, and then coalescing into a single, slightly pitch-black blade in the blink of an eye. The power contained within this blade, the sloppy uncle hoped, would allow him to defeat Luo Hongchen.

The sharp edge solidified like a substance, slowly standing on the uncle's chest, permeated with an endless aura of destruction, and within that destruction was a faint halo. It spread out and directly shattered the aura that was suppressing Luo Hongchen on Thunder Mountain. Then, like cutting tofu, it directly cut through the restraints on everyone. The power of this sword edge shocked Luo Hongchen.

kill! !

The battle was fierce, and the cries of blood and blood echoed once again across Thunder Mountain. Nearly two thousand people engaged in a fierce battle, resulting in heavy casualties. Some fled, some sought refuge, some pursued, some fought to the death, and many wounded perished alongside their enemies to save their fellow disciples. In short, the stench of blood permeated Thunder Mountain, the shimmering light of magical weapons illuminated the thunder, and screams echoed...

Luo Hongchen didn't care about these trivial matters at all. He only had eyes for the slovenly man and the Demon Hill in his hand. As for the other matters, he would leave them to the brothers of the Thunderbolt Hall.

Speaking of Demon Hill, Luo Hongchen used his divine sense to scan everywhere as soon as he arrived at Leiming, especially the Thunder Pond. After all, before he came here, what he was most worried about was the secrets in the Thunder Pond.

This secret was not accessible to ordinary people. Even the Thunderbolt Hall's Thunder Power was baffled. They only knew that once Moqiu entered the Thunder Pond, the mysterious formation seemed to be lacking something, and the power of the immortal veins of Thunder Mountain was also quietly lost.

This was also why Luo Hongchen had immediately imprisoned everyone upon arriving at Leiming. With a sweep of his divine sense, he discovered that one of the nine lotus flowers at the bottom of the Thunder Pool, symbolizing the immortal veins of Leiming Mountain, was beginning to show signs of trouble. Although it wasn't very noticeable, it was clearly slowly withering.

If this happened, the key to suppressing Thunder Mountain's destiny would be lost. If all nine lotuses withered, not only would Thunderbolt Hall decline, but the mysterious formation would also be deprived of the power of the immortal veins. Once broken, it would inevitably trigger a catastrophe, slaughtering the Xuanmen and bringing disaster to the entire world.

This matter involved a great deal of complexity and was notoriously ambiguous. It was one of the responsibilities of the Five Emperors of Xuanmen, and a key point that they were to guard. However, this crucial secret was only passed down orally by the emperors, and must never be made known to the world.

So Luo Hongchen hurried to Leiming. Even when he saw the situation in front of him, he did not mention the hatred of the past and the matter of capturing Moqiu for Lei Gong. He only thought about taking back the lost things, or forcing Moqiu to return to its original state so that the immortal veins of Leiming Mountain would no longer be lost.

"No! If this brat strikes with one strike, I might be fine, but those little guys from the Thunderbolt Hall are in trouble." Luo Hongchen saw the sword light grow brighter, while his aura grew more restrained. He had clearly reached his limit. If the sword light covered the entire Thunderbolt Mountain, the people from the Thunderbolt Hall would suffer heavy casualties. He had come all this way to rescue them, and he couldn't let them suffer more casualties.

Thinking of this, Luo Hongchen immediately restrained his aura, instantly transferred his spiritual thoughts that were locked on the sloppy man, and then used the power of Hongchen to cover the entire Thunderbolt Hall, allowing the injured to recover quickly and those with strong bodies to become more courageous.

After doing all this, he took another step forward and began to discuss: "If we fight, it will take a while to determine the winner, and it will also implicate many young people. It's not good for you to just leave like this. Why don't you listen to my advice and let me, an old man, say something."

The sloppy man didn't say anything, just looked at him indifferently, but the speed at which the giant sword in his hand gathered momentum slowed down, and his murderous intent was also a little shaken. It was obvious that he was waiting for Luo Hongchen to finish speaking before making a decision.

Luo Hongchen saw this scene and smiled: "Okay, with this attitude, I will say one thing. I just used the talisman to send a message, and Old Man Bai will be here soon. If you continue like this, I may be fine, but once we get entangled, you won't be able to escape once Old Man Bai arrives. It's better to let go of that kid from Wanmoyuan. I will keep my word, and everyone present can leave safely, so that no one will suffer."

"There's no room for negotiation on this matter." The sloppy man shook his head, his aura began to turn cold, the condensation of the giant sword also returned to normal, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stared at Luo Hongchen closely, with murderous intent.