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Qingyun Terrace is a wide valley surrounded by sword peaks, which can accommodate thousands of people at the same time. It is usually used for various large-scale gatherings, such as the sword-testing conference held every five years, or the Cangyun Terrace like this time. Sword reward.

The so-called Cangyun Sword Appreciation, as the name suggests, is a grand event for appreciating the magnificent posture of Cangyun Sword.

It is rumored that the Cangyun Sword is a huge sword used to create the world in ancient times. The blade alone is longer and wider than any continuous mountain range on the mainland.

In the vicissitudes of life, the world has changed, and the body of the ancient sword has long since disappeared in the long river of history.

However, the leftover reflection is still roving continuously above the sky, like a huge blue dragon, sometimes soaring to the end of the vastness beyond the reach of the naked eye, and sometimes approaching the mountains, rivers and lakes on the ground.

The whereabouts of the sword shadow of Cangyun is uncertain, as if it has its own will, and it is extremely willful, but perhaps because of the special geographical location of Wanjian Mountain, it can be as short as a few years or as long as more than ten years. This huge sword shadow will always pass by the top of the main peak.

And when it appears, it is often accompanied by the flow of spiritual energy tides. Those sword intents that descend from the sky contain profound and profound mysteries, and for ordinary sword repairers, it may become an opportunity for some kind of epiphany.

Because of this, every Cangyun Sword Award will attract practitioners from all over the world, and most of them are sword practitioners.

As early as a few months ago, Qingyun Terrace started the relevant layout work. The Cangyun Sword Award has a series of exchange activities. Whether it is held successfully or not will affect Wanjianshan's reputation in the world of cultivating immortals.

Out of this consideration, when it was first discovered that there might be monsters sneaking into the mountain, the leader did not plan to search extensively, hoping to solve the situation quietly.

But now someone died.

And it was such a tragic and strange way of death.

Mo Chengshu immediately thought that there could be no further delay and that the murderer must be found before more dead people appeared, so he informed the head of the situation and ordered everyone to be summoned after obtaining consent.If the monster hides among them, they can take it down in one fell swoop.

After a while, Qingyun Terrace was already a vast expanse of darkness.

Among them are elders and disciples of various sects and sects, and there are wandering casual cultivators, and naturally a group of disciples from Wanjian Mountain are also indispensable.

Most of them didn't know what happened, and they only had a vague premonition, so the atmosphere in the venue was a little dignified, and many monks talked a lot.

"Everyone be quiet." Mo Chengshu's sonorous voice sounded, as if echoing in the world, "Please listen to me."

The restlessness among the crowd gradually subsided.

They were all waiting for Mo Chengshu's next sentence.

But the third elder didn't continue to speak, looked at everyone calmly, and said to Wen Xiayan: "Junior Sister, let's start."

*****

At this time, Wen Xiayan was not in Qingyuntai.

In fact, she was at the side of that unlucky beginner disciple named Ah Shi, collecting the only magic energy left on the corpse into the magic weapon.

Hearing her senior brother's explanation, she poured her spiritual power into it, and the hollowed-out magic weapon in the shape of a flying sword suddenly burst into light, and the built-in formation absorbed the magic energy and moved at a high speed, even the object the size of an index finger began to spin.

After counting breaths, Feijian stopped suddenly.

The next moment, it turned into a golden streamer and flew towards Qing Yuntai.

And almost at the same time, Mo Chengshu also saw the golden streak appear between the mountain peaks, and it was close in front of him in an instant.

Feijian hardly slowed down, and rushed straight towards the crowd. Some monks hadn't noticed it yet, and some had already noticed it, and blurted out: "What is that!?"

Zhong Weiwan looked up.

Just saw the tip of the sword aimed at him.

"...?"

A certain beginner disciple who was yelling before vaguely guessed what it was, showed such an expression, and complained sharply: "It really is him! I said he was the one who harmed Ah Shi!"

Mo Chengshu's face changed slightly.

He didn't completely believe the words of the beginner disciple, but he thought of more in an instant.

Mei Xizhou's seemingly stupid appearance is still vivid in his memory. It is one of the few outstanding disciples who can be promoted to the fourth level in 30 years, but he has fallen into such a situation, which makes him extremely sad.

If Zhong Weiwan was really invaded by monsters, wouldn't Wan Jianshan lose another possible cultivation genius?

Among the crowd, Zhong Weiwan looked at the flying sword pointing at him, and the first thought that came to his mind was, could it be that I'm blocking its way?

But it's not like he hasn't seen this type of magic weapon before. It's usually used to track specific auras. Logically speaking, it should be flexible and free, and shouldn't even know how to go around.

The little thing hummed sharply, like a silver needle piercing the eardrum, it seemed to be some kind of urgent warning.

The surrounding disciples immediately receded like a tide, looking at Zhong Weiwan with suspicious eyes, most of them were on guard, and some even subconsciously took out their weapons and put them across their chests.

Mo Chengshu and the other elders looked at each other and made a decision.

The Xianxian rope appeared in his hand.

However, at the next moment, the bell is not too late to beep.

The sound was not very loud, but it seemed particularly abrupt under the humming sword.

For some reason, Mo Chengshu felt a sense of enlightenment from it, but Zhong Weiwan's expression remained calm, as if he didn't realize the unfavorable situation that Fei Jian's identification had put him in.

Then, he suddenly moved.

Mo Chengshu's expression froze, and the Immortal Binding Cable flew out like lightning, and flew over the opponent's head in a blink of an eye.

Zhong Weiwan sensed that the Immortal Binding Cable was approaching, but after all, it was an immortal magic weapon enough to bind monks in the seventh level, and it was not easy for him to reveal the trump card he had now, so it was always limited to dodge it only with his body skills and eyesight. It was almost tied tightly by the rope woven by Jiuming Xuanliu.

"..."

Zhong Weiwan was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "You really got the wrong person."

He also just realized that besides being framed, there is actually another possibility to explain the situation before him, that is, he really blocked Feijian's way.

What the other party wants to track may be hidden underground.

The structure below the ground is complex, with layers of barriers. Whether it is spiritual energy, magical energy or all kinds of strange and turbid energy, they will stay longer than in the upper realm, and therefore intertwined and intertwined, like colorful ores, it is difficult to distinguish.

Zhong Weiwan didn't notice the abnormal movement from his feet at first, but once he realized the possibility, his perception immediately caught a sign of some kind of magical energy gathering.

Very slight, but unusual.

Almost the moment he moved away, the magic weapon of the flying sword suddenly shot out, buzzing and nailed to the place where he was standing.

The material of the sword body was limited, blocked by the rock mass, unable to continue to advance half an inch, so it burst out with more dazzling golden light, but after a few breaths, it had completely transformed into a small sun.

Not many people believed Zhong Weiwan's words, but what happened this time changed their expressions.

Mo Chengshu, in particular, understood what happened almost instantly, and angrily shouted: "Get out of the way!!!"

His thoughts changed sharply, Xianxiansuo moved again, and brought the nearest Zhong Weiwan into the air.

Several sword-wielding elders hurriedly set up the sword array, enveloped the ball of golden light, and met each other's eyes, and they all read the deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

Junior Sister Wen still played cards out of common sense, but why didn't she tell them in advance that the magic weapon would explode?

As for those practitioners who are farther away, many of them still don't know what happened. The extremely violent energy conveys a strong sense of crisis——

Boom! ! !

Terrible explosions reverberated between the sky and the earth, and countless sharp gravels were ejected in all directions, all of which were stopped by the sword array barriers where the spiritual energy gathered. What the naked eye could see was extremely dense smoke and dust billowing.

When the dust settled, there was already a huge hollow with a diameter of one hundred feet and a depth of five feet.

Everyone: "..."

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say for a while.

Especially those guests who came from small sects or no sects, they all wondered in their hearts, should they praise the beautiful frying?

With such thoughts in mind, the guests looked at the sword-wielding elders in Wanjian Mountain, only to find that their expressions did not soften, and even showed solemn expressions.

And Zhong Weiwan, who was hung in the air by the fairy rope, also saw those emerging things with a very clear perspective, emerging from the cracks in the pit.

It is off-white and has an indeterminate shape. When it comes out, you can even hear the viscous sound of gurgling and gurgling. When it is exposed to the air, it quickly condenses and forms, turning into a series of elongated tentacles with hideous and strange appearances.

The surface of the tentacles is uneven, and there are tumors of different sizes distributed, some of which have already cracked, and some are still growing as if they are inflated.At the end, there are circles of fangs, and the slender pipes are looming, as if they are the mouthparts of some strange creatures.

They split and spread at a fast speed, the stones collapsed, the body appeared, and countless tentacles flew all over the sky, like a giant sea anemone growing on dry land.

Those Wanjianshan disciples who were just getting started were all terrified by the scene in front of them.

Even the brothers and sisters who have practiced for dozens of years, their faces are basically blue, and their eyes are full of fear.

Ye Yan even felt a strong nausea, which was more serious than the symptoms when he saw the mummy before.

"System? System!"

"Isn't this painting style right!? Aren't we in a book on cultivating immortals? How could something like this come out?"

"Master, uncle, they should be fine, the protagonists are still here...Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Ye Yan was thrown into the sky by a certain tentacle, barely broke free, Yu Jian controlled the momentum of the fall, and in a blink of an eye, he saw several other tentacles rolling towards him, densely intertwined in the air, as if they were everywhere, and there was nowhere to escape.

He quickly felt powerless, and while coping in a panic, he yelled at the system in his heart: "Is there any tool to lock blood or save life? Don't pretend to be dumb!!"

Hearing this question, the system's voice finally sounded.

"Searching... the item [Survival from Desperation] can increase life strength by [-]%. Are you sure you want to exchange it?"

Ye Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately this guy will still answer, otherwise he can only resign himself to fate.

Since the encounter with the protagonist that day, the system has been hit by some kind of virus, and suddenly became silent a lot, basically ignoring him, and only talking aloud when asked about item exchange or quest-related matters.

"Change, of course!" Ye Yan urgently urged, "Change quickly, time waits for no one!"

"Exchanging... the exchange is successful, and the [Survival from Desperation] is activated."

As the system's mechanical voice without emotional ups and downs fell, Ye Yan obviously felt that he had become a lot more aggressive.

Originally, the sharp teeth at the end of the tentacles could easily break through the protective aura and leave bloodstains on his skin, but now they are even worse than scratching itches.As for the corrosive liquid dripping from the split tumor, it can only harm his clothes at the moment.

Ye Yan's tense spirit finally relaxed a little, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. This kind of plot has never happened in the novel, and no one knows what will happen next.

But if it is the protagonist, there should be a halo to protect him, and he will not die in such a scene.Moreover, I have shared troubles with him in the past at this time, and I can also save my precarious favorability...

Thinking of this, Ye Yan immediately dispersed his consciousness, looking for Zhong Weiwan's figure.

The system still didn't help, but Zhong Weiwan wasn't hard to find, because the fairy rope wrapped around him hadn't been loosened, and he was dragging him to a higher place according to the master's will.

The rope was flexible, but not that flexible. It narrowly avoided the tentacles attacking from all directions, and the sword light from an unknown elder.

Zhong Weiwan realized later, and found that half of his hair was short.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, took out a talisman paper, burned it into flames in his hand, and pressed the edge of the rope.

The cyan fire without temperature spread rapidly, imprinting the traces of collapse on the ropes, and the Jiuming Xuanliu, which could withstand the full blow of the monks in the seventh level, was corroded by these traces and quickly broke into several pieces.

Without the drag of the immortal rope, Zhong Weiwan's rising trend gradually slowed down, his eyes moved slightly, and there was a breeze from all directions, gently lifting his body.

At this moment, Ye Yan Yujian flew over and appeared below Zhong Weiwan in an instant.

"Don't worry, fellow daoist, I will catch you!" He vowed.

Zhong Weiwan: ...?

While carefully controlling the angle of the flying sword, Ye Yan stretched his arms upwards, as if about to be hugged by a princess.

Who would have thought that he hadn't received anyone yet, when suddenly a burst of violent air rushed towards his face, as if an invisible giant palm was slapped in the air, fierce and indifferent, making him suddenly lose his balance, and just fell straight from the sky to the ground, smashing a cloud of dust .

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Yan opened his eyes wide, completely unaware of what happened just now.

Are those tentacles?

But I didn't see it at all, it seemed to be a gust of wind for no reason... But why did it hurt so much when it hit me?

Ye Yan subconsciously called the system in his mind, wanting to ask what was going on, but got no response as usual.

He struggled to get up from the ground, only to realize that his fall had even opened several cracks in the ground.

As for his body, there are countless broken ribs, and most internal organs are ruptured and bleeding. If it weren't for the [-]% increase in life strength, he might have been unable to move.

Fortunately, there were no viscous gray substances gushing out here, so he found a hidden place to lean against, took out the pill from his sleeve to heal his wounds and adjusted his breath, and at the same time looked up at the sky not far away.

There was no longer Zhong Weiwan's figure there, only more and more crazily surging strips, and people fleeing in all directions.

*****

Zhong Weiwan also didn't know what happened just now.

Hearing Ye Yan's words, he was about to politely refuse, but suddenly he felt a breeze blowing on his face.

It was not the wind he had called, but showed no hostility.It seemed to be the natural flow of air between heaven and earth, but it was surrounded by a layer around him, sending him to a certain hillside near Qingyuntai with gentle movements that could not be refused.

There are already quite a few fleeing monks gathered there.

Zhong Weiwan landed on the soft grass, the gust of wind that was going away suddenly turned around like a naughty child and pushed him unexpectedly.

Unexpectedly, he became unstable for a moment, staggered a few steps back, and crashed into a certain broad and warm chest.

"Brother Zhong, be careful." A familiar voice came from behind, "Perhaps due to the impact of the battle, strong winds pass through here from time to time."

Zhong Weiwan stretched his brows, "Thank you, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Lin let go of Zhong Weiwan, but seeing the latter's thoughtful expression, he asked, "But what's the matter?"

Zhong Weiwan: "...Ah, it's actually nothing."

After a pause, he said, "I just suddenly remembered my righteous sister."

Jiang Lin: "..."

Zhong Weiwan said with emotion: "Back then, my righteous sister shared an experience with me, which was somewhat similar to the situation just now..."

"Brother Zhong."

"Ok?"

"Look, the battle situation has changed." Jiang Lin changed the subject calmly, "The head of Wanjian Mountain seems to be about to make a move."

Zhong Weiwan looked along Jiang Lin's direction, and saw countless scarlet sword shadows stretching high in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, exuding a strong and powerful sword intent.

"As expected of the master's Qianqiu Sword, even if the distance is hundreds of feet, you can still feel the unparalleled coercion!"

"This is the powerhouse at the peak of the Nine Realms!"

"We are ashamed of ourselves!"

……

The people around clicked their tongues in admiration, as if they could already foresee the victory of the master.

Zhong Weiwan didn't understand swords, but his perception was very keen, and he faintly felt that the devilish energy displayed by the monster was not inferior to the spiritual energy contained in the continuous light and shadow, and even faintly had the tendency to overtake.

After a while, after confirming that all the living people had left Qingyun Terrace, the vermilion sword light of the sect master came crashing down like a torrential rain.

Countless clashing sounds of golden spears resounded in the void, which lasted for a long time, just like the dense phantoms of long swords, advancing one after another, getting stronger and stronger as they fall.

After a while, the sword rain stopped.

The monster seemed to have lost its breath, and its huge body was shattered into pieces, gradually turning into flowing gray-white mud.

Just when everyone was about to applaud and cheer, a sudden change occurred.

In the muddy water, a figure stood up staggeringly, but quickly turned into mud and fell.

A sea anemone flower less than the size of a fist appeared where he was standing, and it grew in the blink of an eye, becoming even bigger than its original size. Countless slender tentacles rushed out wildly, extending in all directions.

Everyone's face changed drastically, and they felt an extremely terrifying sense of oppression from the regenerated monster.

Almost at the next moment, another silver sword light fell straight from the top of the sword peak, hitting the center of the monster accurately.

The cold air hit the face, and the ground instantly condensed frost and snow.

And that monster started from where the sword fell, and its whole body was frozen into a statue.With the slight tremor of the silver sword light, it instantly shattered into countless tiny ice crystals, scattered all over the ground.

Qingyun Terrace was silent.

The surrounding mountains are also quiet.

It wasn't until the long figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes that they burst out with warm exclamations and admiration as if they had suddenly woken up from a dream.

"It's Elder Ouyang!"

"Elder Ouyang is too powerful!"

"I can see a half-step ascendant in this life, the old man really dies without regret!"

……

Zhong Weiwan looked at that figure, pursed his thin lips tightly, and there were rare violent waves in the depths of his eyes.

At the same time, the man seemed to be aware of it, and he turned his eyes slightly sideways, casting his gaze in his direction.