He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

After staying in the palace for a while and getting a general understanding of the distribution of power in Hongyanzhou of Tianjiu Realm, Ling Yun planned to go to the Lieyan Sect, to which Honglian Kingdom was affiliated, to take a look. Wu Jiao was thrown into the small world by him to practice.

This sect did not have any emperor-level strongmen. When Ling Yun appeared, he just released a little bit of his aura, which shocked countless cultivators and made them come out to greet him.

For the first time, Zhang Xuan stood up straight when facing the Flame Sect. With his explosive green hair, tall and thin body, and a unique accent, he looked like the real leader of the Shamatte Sect.

"It turns out to be the Emperor, please come in!"

The leader of the Lieyan Sect and other powerful people hurriedly bowed and invited Lingyun into the mountain.

Ling Yun went straight to the point and put forward the idea of ​​taking the Lieyan Sect into his own hands.

This idea naturally shook the foundation of their rule, but Ling Yun just gave them a threat and they all knelt down.

If you want to win people's hearts, both carrot and stick are necessary.

When he took out many rare elixirs, the eyes of these cultivators immediately lit up, and they shouted "Supreme Sect Master" louder than anyone else.

Little did they know, Ling Yun had added some of his own special seasonings to the pills they took, which would instantly detonate if they dared to have any ill will towards him. Unless their alchemy skills were higher than his, it would be impossible to detect it.

After these monks took it one after another and actually felt the improvement, their attitude towards Ling Yun became more friendly.

"Xianjian Mountain is located approximately 3 miles northwest of us. Since the two sects are not far apart, the friction between them has never stopped..."

The leader of the Lieyan Sect knows everything about Xianjian Mountain. After all, the one who knows you best is always your enemy. He even told you what color underwear the leader of Xianjian Mountain, Dai Qing, likes.

"Is there a great emperor in their sect?"

"Probably not." The Lieyan Sect Master shook his head slightly. "If there really was an Emperor Realm powerhouse, given their temperaments, they would have come to kill us long ago. It's impossible for them to allow the two sects to continue to fight each other."

The people of the Tianjiu Realm are tough and the situation is complicated. The relationships between large forces are quite poor. For unknown reasons, only three or four emperors have revealed their identities, and the others have kept them hidden.

As a result, the friction between the major forces has always been at a lukewarm stage. No one knows each other's cards, so it is difficult to fight to the death.

It is actually not uncommon for a conflict like that between the Lieyan Sect and the Xianjian Mountain to last for tens of thousands of years.

However, the emperor had just reappeared in the last year, so it was normal that the leader of the Flame Sect was unaware of it.

"Send a cultivator who is familiar with the location of Xianjian Mountain. I have something to do there."

"Emperor, I'm familiar with it!"

The leader of the Shamatte group rushed out. In order to show off in front of Lingyun, he did not hesitate to offend the Flame Sect.

The Lieyan Sect Master was also very sensible: "Zhang Xuan does know that he had been traveling abroad before becoming the Grand Master of the Red Lotus Nation. There might not be a cultivator in the entire sect who is more familiar with the geography of the Red Rock Continent than him."

"That's just right."

Ling Yun grabbed Zhang Xuan through the air, took him to a high altitude to determine the direction, and then directly traveled through space.

For the first time, Zhang Xuan realized the efficiency of the emperor's journey and was stunned by the distorted space-time channel. Before he could catch his breath, the two of them had already arrived not far from Xianjian Mountain.

The reason why it is called Xianjian Mountain is not only because this sect was built on a man-made sword-shaped mountain, but also because there was a sword-cultivating emperor who almost ruled Hongyanzhou for thousands of years with his own strength and was called the Invincible Sword Demon.

It’s not that he doesn’t have the ability to control the Tianjiu Realm, but he is not interested in that and only wants to guard his own little piece of land.

According to rumors, he has an original swordsmanship that is different from other martial arts and will become stronger with time. When his life was about to end, a newly-promoted emperor tried to challenge his majesty, but was killed instantly by the sword that pierced the sky!

However, after that, the Sword Demon never took action again until he passed away, and the entire Hongyan Continent was split again.

The emperor who was killed was from the Flame Sect.

The origin gradually disappeared, and there was no emperor between heaven and earth. The friction between the two factions escalated from verbal attacks to real swords and guns. The founding emperor of the Red Lotus Kingdom also had a friction with the young master of the Immortal Sword Sect during a trip to a secret realm. Both of them were seriously injured and died soon after.

One was a cultivator who had the hope of entering the realm of Venerable, and the other was the most likely successor to the next sect leader. The death of both was very hurtful, and the relationship between the two factions deteriorated rapidly.

It’s a pity that the successive sect leaders of Xianjian Mountain tried every possible means to obtain the Sword Demon’s inheritance, but found nothing. Otherwise, they would definitely not allow the Flame Sect to act so recklessly right in front of their noses.

"Emperor, it's right there!"

Zhang Xuan pointed to the mountain, and Ling Yun looked at it curiously.

The entire mountain has been artificially carved, and it looks like a huge broad-bladed sword inserted into a boulder. When you get close, you can even feel the subtle sword intent.

This is the sword intent left behind by the Sword Demon.

Ling Yun sensed it a little and was a little surprised.

After so many years, even if the Sword Demon has been reincarnated several times, this sword intent still exists and is still very powerful!

According to conservative estimates, at least Tao Ying'er, the leader of the Hehuan Sect in the small world, is no match for the Sword Demon. Luo Xinyue and Tai Shuying, who possess the Tyrant Spear, may be able to match him.

As expected of the undefeated sword demon who has been ruling the world for eternity, he is indeed very powerful.

Coupled with the rumored powerful swordsmanship, he can compete with the Devouring Demon Emperor, but the latter has a greater chance of winning.

Seeing that Ling Yun was hesitant to speak, Zhang Xuan didn't dare to ask and stood beside him obediently.

Golden lines flashed between Ling Yun's eyebrows. Zhang Xuan glanced at it and then looked away. He felt a stinging pain in his eyes and was extremely nervous.

After a moment, Ling Yun retracted his eyes and revealed an intriguing expression.

"Let's go, Captain Shamatte, go to the door!"

"Yes, Emperor!"

With the emperor's support, Zhang Xuan's courage grew countless times, and he held his head high as if he were the emperor.

Flying to the mountain gate, Ling Yun used a sound amplification technique on Zhang Xuan, allowing him to shout as loud as he could.

"Dai Qing, you must be the singer!"

"Do you dare to come out and fight with me?"

"Do you know what the Red Rock Society is?"

"Come out and I'll give you a discount on your legs!"

"Aren't you very capable? Why are you hiding at home like a coward and not daring to go out?"

"You're not going to make out with that dinosaur-like fat woman of yours, are you? Oh my, with your level of trembling after just a few strokes, don't... Oh my god, Emperor, help me!"

A sword energy shot straight at Zhang Xuan. Ling Yun waved his hand to disperse the opponent's angry attack and pulled out Zhang Xuan who was hiding behind him.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I, I, I... I'm just shaking instinctively..."

People who appear to be noisy on the outside are often weak inside and have no real abilities. Ling Yun has long been accustomed to this.

"Who the hell are you, you bastard? How dare you speak foul language outside the Holy Mountain?"

Dai Qing, the leader of Xianjian Mountain, was floating not far from the two of them, his face flushed with anger, but he realized that there was an extremely powerful man standing next to the green-haired monster, so he swallowed the swear words he had originally intended to say.

"Keep going, don't lose points!"

Encouraged by Ling Yun, Zhang Xuan cleared his throat, stood sideways, swung his legs, tilted his head, and looked nonchalant: "Hey, Dai Qing, is there no one left in Xianjian Mountain? Are you, an old man, here to die?"

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

Dai Qing was so angry that he was fuming. He was scolded like this by someone who came to his door. Even if Ling Yun's strength was unknown, he would not let Xianjian Mountain become a laughing stock among other cultivators in the future!

He held the sword in one hand, with the tip pointing to the sky, and with the other hand he made a sword finger and slid it across the sword.

"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder. The brilliant power of heaven is drawn with the sword!"

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art!"

There was a roar in the sky, and then a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, heading straight for Ling Yun and the other person.

Zhang Xuan closed his eyes in fear, while Ling Yun just stretched out his hand calmly.

The heavenly thunder that should have killed Zhang Xuan countless times was now like a nimble bird, running around in Ling Yun's palm, completely losing its former lethality.

"This...how is this possible!"

Dai Qing was so frightened that he could hardly keep flying, and the other elders of Xianjian Mountain who had just flown up looked at each other in astonishment.

Ling Yun gently squeezed his palms, and the thunder dissipated.

"The Law of Thunder and Lightning!"

An old monk who looked like he was about to die took a deep breath and discovered the secret of Ling Yun's ability to control the heavenly thunder.

He possesses the power of laws and can apply them to such perfection. It is impossible for him to be a half-step emperor. He can only be a great emperor!

The Great Emperor and the False Emperor seem to be only one word apart, but in fact they are worlds apart. They have no means to repel Ling Yun at this moment.

Dai Qing's throat was dry. He turned the tip of his sword towards the ground and said with a bow, "I don't know when my Immortal Sword Mountain offended my fellow Taoist..."

"How dare you call the Emperor 'fellow Daoist'!"

At this moment, Zhang Xuan showed his ability to take advantage of the power of others to the fullest.

Ling Yun never quite understood why villains are always surrounded by some brain-dead henchmen, but now he gradually discovered the advantages of these henchmen.

It's so fun to spray people!

Dai Qing's face turned pale and blue. After a long moment, he said with a suppressed voice, "Your Excellency the Emperor, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

"I'm here for one thing only."

"Emperor, please speak."

"I'm looking for someone for you. His name is Wan Tianrui."

When this name appeared, the management of Xianjian Mountain were stunned.

No, who the hell is this!

The cultivators all had very good memories. They tried hard to think about who Wan Tianrui was. They recalled everyone from the senior leaders to the outer disciples, but it seemed that there were not many people with the surname Wan.

Could it be that this β-raised kid offended Ling Yun by talking nonsense outside, and then put the blame on Xianjian Mountain?

"I have accurate information. Wan Tianrui is hiding in your Xianjian Mountain."

"I wonder what this Daoist Fellow Wan did?"

"Hand him over, then kneel down and kowtow to me twice, and this matter will be over."

Dai Qing was almost laughing out of anger, but the gap in strength could not be erased. He could only say with a hint of sadness: "Emperor, we really don't know who Wan Tianrui is..."

"If he doesn't come out, then beat him until he comes out."

Ling Yun spoke calmly, but the pressure around the entire Xianjian Mountain was getting higher and higher, until all the cultivators except Zhang Xuan could hardly breathe, and even their spiritual energy was isolated from their bodies.

"Emperor...Jun..."

Dai Qing is the strongest being in Xianjian Mountain, yet he is still powerless against Ling Yun.

At this critical moment, the old monk, who had only a few strands of hair missing, suddenly thought of something and shouted with all his might.

"I see!"

Ling Yun restrained his breath slightly when he was alone with him, his eyes cold: "Speak."

The old monk looked at Dai Qing and said with difficulty: "Master, do you still remember the ancestor in the sword tomb?"

"Are you talking about the sword keeper?" Dai Qing also thought of something.

Ever since Dai Qing could remember, there had been an old man of unknown age in the sword tomb. He looked very weak and his realm seemed to be very low, as if he would fall down with a gust of wind. No one knew his name or where he came from.

As time went by, Xianjian Mountain changed several generations of sect leaders, but the old man was still alive until Dai Qing came to power.

There are a large number of sword weapons buried in the sword tomb. After the monks in Xianjian Mountain pass away, their weapons will be buried in the sword tomb, waiting for the right person.

As time goes by, there are more and more weapons in the sword tomb, and there are even rumors that people have seen the sword spirit in the middle of the night!

Each group of new disciples entering the inner sect will go to the sword tomb under the leadership of the elders of the sword pavilion to find the weapons they want.

The unknown old man watched them silently, never making any noise to disturb them. He was only responsible for cleaning the sword tomb every day and lived in a dilapidated thatched hut on weekdays.

After Dai Qing took office, he sent people to transform his thatched hut into a small wooden house, and distributed some spirit stones to him every month, but he refused. After that, the two had no more contact.

"Sword Keeper?"

Ling Yun held his breath and stood with his hands behind his back: "Call him out."

Everyone who managed to escape felt relieved instantly, and the old monk even rolled and crawled as he ran towards the back mountain.

"Please come out, ancestor!"

His voice spread across most of Xianjian Mountain, and the disciples who heard his call also echoed him.

"Please come out, ancestor!"

"Please come out, ancestor!"

Dai Qing couldn't tell the old man's cultivation level, but since he had lived for so long, there was only one possibility.