Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

The next day, before dawn, Qin Muyue sneakily placed the puppet at the entrance of the sword tomb. She slapped an invisibility talisman on the puppet and placed it at the entrance to wait for Hua Chao and Liu Ruyan.

Qin Muyue looked at the eerie sword tomb, clapped her hands, turned around and prepared to go home, and the jade slip in her waistband vibrated.

She picked up the jade slip and took a look at it.

Jun Yuzheng: Yue'er, come and have a chat with your teacher in Cuiyu Palace.

Qin Muyue sighed. It seemed that she would have to hurry up and rescue the ancient magic sword.

Hua Chao, I believe you are very tough, she secretly cheered for the second brother in her heart.

Qin Muyue threw out the Qiuyue Sword, jumped on it and flew towards Tianjian Peak.

The sky is bright.

Qin Muyue stepped into the Jade Tempering Hall. The light inside the hall was soft, and the jade floor reflected a faint glow. Her eyes passed through the empty hall and finally fixed on the silver-haired master. Jun Yuzheng was wearing a cold plum wide-sleeved dress, the sleeves fluttering gently in the wind, and the hem of the dress was blooming with a light red lotus.

Master's long hair sparkled silver in the sun, and his handsome face was unrivaled in the world, as if he was the most beautiful man made of ice and snow. His deep blue eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and all the vanity in the world.

"Yue'er, come here." Jun Yuzheng's voice was like ice falling on a jade plate. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Qin Muyue as she approached.

Qin Muyue bowed respectfully in front of him and said, "Master, I am a stupid disciple and don't know what you want to talk to me about."

Jun Yuzheng nodded slightly, and took out a piece of crystal clear blood jade from his sleeve. The spiritual energy on it was as warm as the scorching sun.

"This item is called Suzaku Soul Jade."

Qin Muyue was shocked. She knew that this piece of jade was actually the concentrated product of Lingguang Divine Lord's heart blood. She also knew the deep meaning of her master's action. She took a breath and said, "Master, your collection is really unique."

Jun Yuzheng smiled slightly, and with a light finger, the Vermillion Bird Soul Jade slowly flew towards Qin Muyue, and finally sank into her heart. A warm and powerful force flowed through Qin Muyue's body, and her cultivation level advanced rapidly to the late stage of the Golden Core at this moment.

[Host, you've made a killing. Not only can the jade life formed from the blood of the Vermillion Bird turn a person's flesh and bones into a corpse, but I can also save you even if your soul is scattered and your body is shattered! ] Xiaoying trembled in Qin Muyue's mind.

"You and I know about this, don't tell anyone, understand?" Jun Yuzheng warned.

Qin Muyue nodded. At this moment, in Qin Muyue's eyes, her master was her bread and butter, and her voice was full of gratitude.

"Disciple understands, and I will live up to Master's expectations." Qin Muyue replied in a loud voice.

Jun Yuzheng's long eyelashes drooped, and a trace of fatigue appeared at the corners of his narrow and long eyes. His crystal white thin lips slightly parted.

"Go down and practice well. When you run out of Dragon Soul Orbs, remember to ask Master for more."

"Thank you very much, Master, for giving me a new life. You are my biological mother... no, not biological..."

"shut up!"

Qin Muyue stared at Jun Yuzheng's gloomy face, shut her mouth obediently, turned around and walked away.

Jun Yuzheng looked at Qin Muyue's back, his long eyelashes drooping, and a strange red light flashed in his light blue pupils.

He watched Qin Muyue walk out of the bamboo forest outside the hall before turning around and going back to seclusion.

The Sword Tomb is a mysterious place in the sect where countless ancient swords and sword marks of powerful men are hidden. It has a total of ten floors, spiraling downward. Despite the danger, the sect will still allow disciples to come here to search for the sword that is destined for them.

Liu Ruyan and Hua Chao had the special permission of the clan leader, and could enter the sword tomb with the pass token. There was a strong wind at the entrance, and Liu Ruyan's figure was as thin as catkins, her eyes were as clear as water, and she followed Hua Chao like a fledgling.

When the two entered the sword tomb, they did not notice a puppet following them silently. The air in the sword tomb was filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, and the eerie smell of rust made people involuntarily feel awe.

"Junior sister, you must follow me closely. If there is any disturbance, you must immediately activate the protective energy of the spiritual treasure." Hua Chao said softly. He always felt that something was going to happen when he came to the sword tomb.

Liu Ruyan nodded slightly, her slender fingers grasped Hua Chao's sleeves tightly, and she said softly: "Ruyan will definitely not distract Senior Brother."

The two of them stepped into the spiral staircase leading down into the sword tomb, taking each step with extreme caution. Various swords and knives were stuck on the uneven stone walls around them.

As they went deeper, the aura of the sword tomb became sharper, the wind blew across their skin like a blade, and the sound of swords seemed to echo in their ears, stirring the minds of Hua Chao and Liu Ruyan.

When they went down to the second floor, a fierce sword energy and gust of wind attacked. Hua Chao gathered his energy and pointed his finger. The white flame was like a shield, easily defending against thousands of sword energies and protecting Liu Ruyan steadily.

They passed through numerous sword intents and finally arrived at the fifth level of the sword tomb. There were many ancient swords standing here, and each sword exuded a different aura, some were as steady as a mountain, some were as sharp as the wind, and some were full of vicissitudes.

Hua Chao led Liu Ruyan into a pile of swords and said in a magnetic voice, "Junior sister, do you have a sword that suits your eyes?"

Liu Ruyan looked around, her eyes wandering over many ancient swords, and finally fixed on a sword. The sword was dark blue, with ancient patterns engraved on the blade, and faint snowflakes floating on it, as if echoing her breath.

"This sword seems to be calling me." Liu Ruyan said softly. She jumped up and landed next to the sword. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the sword body. The sword body trembled slightly and made a crisp sword sound.

Hua Chao nodded, "Congratulations, Junior Sister."

Liu Ruyan took a deep breath, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slowly exerted force. With a sound like a dragon's roar, the sword slowly left the strange rock, and a blue light shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire fifth floor of the sword tomb.

"What a good sword!" Hua Chao exclaimed. He could see the words "Mu Xue Wu Sheng" on the sword's jaws. This sword should be called Mu Xue.

Liu Ruyan held the Muxue sword, feeling the chill coming from the sword. Her mind became clear, as if she had entered the Tao, realized Zen, and fell into a mysterious perception.

At this moment, a black sword shadow approached silently, with a twisted and hideous sword body and a scarlet pupil on the guard.

However, Hua Chao had a very strong sense of perception and he immediately sensed the evil aura of the sword.

"Evil creature! Don't touch my junior sister!"

Hua Chao let out a low shout, and a luxurious long sword slipped out of his sleeve, and a blade aura slashed towards the magic sword.

The ancient magic sword reacted very quickly, spinning around and dodging Hua Chao's attack. Its eyes flashed red, and it had obviously locked onto Hua Chao and Liu Ruyan.

"Oh no! This is actually an ancient magic sword that has broken its seal!" Hua Chao said in a deep voice. He tightly gripped his sword and stared intently at the magic sword that was flying towards him.

Liu Ruyan had not yet awakened from her sword meditation. Sword shadows flickered in her eyes, as if there were two extremely graceful figures dancing with swords.

The ancient magic sword was extremely fast, and the sword wrapped in demonic energy slashed towards Hua Chao. The young man resolved the attack of the ancient magic sword one by one.

The battle lasted for a long time, the magic sword's attack became more and more fierce, and Hua Chao had many wounds on his body.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, the ancient magic sword suddenly burst out with monstrous demonic energy, which immediately made Hua Chao's eyes dark and churning.

The sound of a dragon's roar suddenly appeared, and the overbearing golden light tore through the long night of demonic energy and hit the demon sword in mid-air, as if it was a little dazed.

A figure spun and fell, the black-stained and white-jade disciple uniform of the Wuji Immortal Sect fluttering in the wind, and indifferent words came from under the mask.

"How dare you hurt my fellow disciples!"

The ancient magic sword rang angrily, the sword body turned, and several sword energies burst out, blooming scarlet in the sky.

This sword energy was equivalent to a full-strength attack from the Spirit Transformation Stage. Qin Muyue cried out that it was a waste of money. She completely activated the protective qi of a set of spiritual jewelry, formed a golden light spell seal and added a layer of protective spiritual magic that burned the spiritual core. She controlled the Yuanying Stage puppet and used spiritual power to send Hua Chao and Liu Ruyan to the fourth floor.

The puppet only had time to send a message before the ancient magic sword attacked with sword energy.

Suddenly the entire sword tomb was shaking.

Hua Chao hugged Liu Ruyan and gritted his teeth. It was not so easy for a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage to die, especially one who was protected by dragon energy. He turned and flew towards the gate of the sword tomb. As long as he got out, he could send a message to his master and the sect to save him. During this period, he hoped that the nameless fellow disciple could hold on.