The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 28 It's not a day or two since we only recognize swords and are unreasonable

At this moment, there are three statues and a group of five people stepping into the grand main hall of Dengxian Lindao with unique expressions.

Interrupted by the arrival of Ji Xue and Sword Master Wangyun, the welcome ceremony came to an end without a problem, and the completely dumbfounded disciples were also dispersed and sent back to their respective caves to practice.

After all, it was an old fox with profound cultivation, and after the arrival of Sword Master Wangyun, Ziran was ready to speak to the outside world and arranged everything.

He claimed that fellow practitioners whom he had not seen for many years had come to reminisce about the old days, and just in time for a moment of urgency, he had a little discussion to prove the cultivation of both parties.

Although this excuse is not convincing, after all, the peak master's arms were chopped off, and the woman uttered cruel words to threaten the lives of everyone present, but the disciples whose worldview was brutally impacted still brainwashed themselves and admitted it this argument.

It's better than being beat up and abused at home, but not even having the courage to seek justice.

Of course, at this time, Zibeard didn't even have the chance to comfort the broken hearts of his disciples.

Looking around the entire main hall of Dengxian Lindao, I saw the two Fengming Sword Sects standing proudly with their hands behind their backs, their swords shaking the sky.

And what about them——

One is Qingshuangluo, the boss is old and now he still looks like a sadomasochistic double-year-old girl, staring at someone else's aunt!mother! , the face is full of entanglement and joy; one Taoist Yishan, the usual cunning and wit is gone, staring at Wangyun Jianzun, baring his teeth and grinning like a husky, he only missed a bite.

I said, can you earn some face for Master?This is ascending to immortality, okay?It's not a country private school in the world!

Zibeard Taoist shook his head helplessly, stroked his long beard, and broke the weird silence.

"Hey, there is a reason for this, let's not mention the misunderstanding between this girl and my school for the time being. I heard the meaning of Wangyun Jianzun before, and it seems that he wants to borrow my school's penetrating mirror?"

Through Qingshuangluo's selfless dedication and Jixue's fighting power, he was well aware of it, and he also knew a little bit about the level of Fengming Sword Sect Wangyun Sword Master from Yishan's nagging.

Knowing that the master and the others are still in retreat, the three of them can't offend the two foul perverts in front of him, so he wittily took away the ticket that Ji Xue made, and asked about the secret mirror.

Of course, this does not mean that he has given up. As the saying goes, a great hero can bend and stretch, and only by playing by ear can he show the great wisdom of a cultivator, right?

"Exactly." Sword Master Wangyun cast his eyes on Ziran for a while, and said flatly, "Please ask Ziran Daoist to borrow a magic weapon."

Although there was a request in the words, the tone was still indifferent and indifferent to the world, and there was no begging attitude at all.

Ascension stage sword cultivator's sharp sword-like eyes seemed to have thousands of sword shadows flickering, piercing straight into the heart, making people unable to say no words of rejection.

It's also fortunate that Wangyun had the nerve to slander Jixue's domineering behavior before, but he himself didn't follow the same routine.

Could it be that all sword cultivators look like this?No, it must be a misunderstanding...

Zibeard Daoist Master twitched a smirk, raised his head with difficulty, and said in a calm tone: "Well, since Master Wangyun wants to borrow the Tongyou Mirror, he must know the details, right?"

No matter how arrogant this Wangyun Sword Master is, he still has to speak up, right?

However, he still underestimated this person's own way of doing things.

What is seniority?Big fists are the last word.

"Hmph. This mirror is an innate spiritual treasure in the hands of the old man Daoyuan. With it, he can travel freely in the Nine Realms, and it is even more worthy of changing his life against time to find his soul. Is it still a secret?"

He was still indifferent to the point of chilling, but his impatience, which he couldn't hide, was about to burst out.

Ziran, who was expecting to regain the initiative, suddenly felt his heart tighten, and sighed deeply unwillingly but helplessly, swallowed back the words he was about to say, and replaced them with something else.

"Hehe, Sword Master Wangyun is right, this is naturally not a secret. It's just that this Tongyou Mirror is of great importance. It is not impossible to lend it out, but can you please tell Sword Master Wangyun what it is? ?”

If you continue to dawdle, this person will draw his sword, right?Sure enough, for this kind of idiot playing with swords, a literati like him is aggrieved by the soldiers...

Forget it, let him do it this time, anyway, when the master blames him, those two bastards will stand up.

"My apprentice is lost." Ziran's cooperative attitude made Sword Master Wangyun look a little more relaxed, and said, "I want to see where she went so that I can get her back. Well, I will get the spirit stone."

Loser thing!

Zibeard Daoist almost tore off that precious beard, almost yelling.

Not only does it cost a lot of cultivation to open it once, but it also requires a thousand top-grade spirit stones, and the effect can penetrate the heaven and earth. This guy is just looking for a young apprentice from the Qiao family!

Thinking of Ji Xue's words when she was present, one can't help but sigh, how much you Fengming Sword Sect dote on children! ! !

If you get lost, can't you just look for it slowly? !One directly yelled to fight and kill, and the other threw spirit stones like throwing stones!What's more important is that they all came to the Immortal Lindao to find trouble!

In fact, Sword Master Wangyun was not as extravagant as he imagined.

Don't look at him as a swordsman, he is not unfamiliar with divination, astrology, and the technique of visualization and derivation. The fact that he was able to see Jixue clearly at a glance before also illustrates this point.

So after learning about Nan Sixian's disappearance from the flustered Ji Xue, he naturally had the means to find her immediately.

However, no matter what kind of inference method it is, as long as it involves where Nan Sixian is now, everything will collapse directly and cannot continue.

When this happens, one is that the person involved intentionally conceals his location and interferes with the consequences of the technique, and the other is that the environment where the person is in is special and does not allow outsiders to interfere.

And relying on Nan Sixian's broken cultivation base that dangled in half a bucket of water, she might not be able to escape Wangyun Sword Master's methods after decades, so the answer must be that there is something wrong with her place.

Since ancient times, the special place will not be safe. Sword Master Wangyun, who is quite satisfied with this disciple, has no choice but to choose to rely on the power of the Tongyou Mirror.

"...Okay. The seven mysteries of the Dao Meridian are connected with each other, and a little fellow Daoist is missing. We... can't just sit idly by! Sword Master Wangyun, please wait a moment, let me fetch the Tongyou Mirror."

After finally swallowing a mouthful of complaints, Tao Zun Zibeard felt a toothache when he said this, but after thinking about it, he was not the one who produced the spirit stone anyway, so he was somewhat relieved to see a fool.

A few moments later, in the main hall of Immortal Lindao, Daoist Shuangluo, Daoist Yishan and Zibeard Daoist, who had finally adjusted their emotions, stood in a triangular position and formed a formation of three talents.

If you follow the line of sight of Jixue and Sword Master Wangyun, you will see a huge bronze mirror hanging in the center of the three Taoist priests.

The cang wood on the top of the mirror seems to extend endlessly, and it is firmly surrounded along the sides of the mirror, supplemented by carved inscription leaves, adding a bit of elegance.The dark blue mirror frame looks like steel and jade, and there is a faint sense of gentleness.

The bottom of the heavy mirror is carved into images of dragons and phoenixes contending, in which the spirit is full of spirit, like a living thing.

As expected of a congenital spiritual treasure, just looking at it from a distance can make people hard to be mistaken for its quaint charm. Even Ji Xue also showed a little curiosity in her icy gaze.

"The law of the sky and the earth, the guiding star returns to its place, and the mirror opens!"

Following Ziran's reverberating chanting, the three Taoist priests joined forces to open the spiritual way, and the surging aura of heaven and earth frantically poured into the Tongyou mirror as if being sucked into a vortex.

Seeing this, Sword Master Wangyun knew that the time had come, and with a wave of his hand, the green bamboo sword came out, melting a thousand spirit stones as a guide, so that the pure spiritual power of a monk was engraved on the mirror surface like a pool of water.

One stroke, the sword reveals the gods, one stroke, the silver hook is like the moon...

The pale face of the peak sword cultivator, with refined handwriting, is like a peerless picture scroll, touching people's hearts.

Seeking through the words, the spirit stone is exhausted, the sword meaning is flat, and the water waves continue to pass through the mirror. On the mirror, there are three more big characters shining with a faint blue light——

Nan Sixian!

Immediately, a dazzling white light burst out from inside the Youtong Mirror, and the aura of heaven and earth in the hall rose like a boundless hurricane, sweeping the ground and the five people present could barely see.

Xuanyin resounded, and the ancient mirror and lettering, in the tense anticipation, reflected a misty water shadow.

After everyone took a closer look, they saw a dimly lit tomb, filled with silk and silk, with a formation of soul locks, and green ghosts guarding the pass, expressing the ability to seize souls.

this is……!

"Ghost Emperor Mausoleum!!!!!!"

The four cultivators present, including the indifferent Sword Master Wangyun, couldn't suppress the shock in their hearts, and shouted because of the taboo.

That was the place they would never forget, and also, the place they least wanted to recall in this life.

I really didn't expect that Nan Sixian actually went to the Ghost Emperor's Mausoleum...

No wonder, with Sword Master Wangyun's strength, he couldn't find her. Since she was there, it was indeed understandable.

The place where the souls of thousands of monks are buried, and in order to seal that person out forever, the ancestors of various sects work together to lay down a fairy formation to protect it. A sword cultivator at the ascension stage cannot find out any information.

It's just that the child, how did he get there, and what did he want to do?

Reminiscent of some very bad premonitions, everyone present couldn't help but look a little more dignified, especially the three Daoist priests who had learned about certain key points, even made eye contact, wondering what they were thinking.

No, it's clearly not appropriate for everyone.

There is another person who neither understands the mystery of the tomb nor wants to know what the ghost emperor's mausoleum refers to.

What was reflected in those beautiful purple eyes was completely different from Wangyun Jianzun and others.

There were no monks to bury their bones, and there were no seals in the fairy formation. All she could see was the stubborn figure covered in bright red, holding a red sword, fighting against the green ghost.

finally found you……

Accompanied by a little warmth in the heart, it made the other people present feel dejected that they couldn't even care about the ghost emperor's mausoleum.

Learn swords all the way, challenge powerful enemies, never regret, even die without regret.A mere bloody battle is more like a routine, not enough for tea.

The snow-like swordsman understood this deeply, and firmly believed that this was the only way to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Therefore, what she should do is to believe in the child's power, and watch her take the life of the enemy or collapse from exhaustion, that's all.

However, at this moment, the unchanging belief was shaken.

For some reason, the scars on Nan Sixian's body are like a sharp knife cutting her heart. For some reason, the blood dripping from Nan Sixian's body is like burning her mind with fire.

I can't bear to look at the blood-stained scene in front of me any longer!

The irritability and depression in his chest were still incomprehensible after thousands of thoughts. In the end, his eyes were red and he murmured——

"Whoever dares to hurt her... deserves to die!"

Ji Xue, who can no longer bear the nonsense of others, turned out to be, in the state of ink turning into a sword, snow opened the way to the sky, a sword without a return forcefully inserted into the mirror, and disappeared in the swaying water pattern...