Su Lingshu curled his lips, but he also understood her thoughts, "Okay, okay, just don't trick yourself into it."

The two of them finished reminiscing about the past, and the previous awkwardness seemed to have disappeared. Xia Qianzhen walked up to Pei Yuhan and Lu Jiajing and said, "Thank you, Fairy Pei, Fairy Lu."

"It's nothing, Saint, it's just a trivial matter." Lu Jiajing shook her head gently.

"My disciple asked me to do this, so I can't just do it perfunctorily." Pei Yuhan's cold face remained unchanged, and she changed the subject, "Saint, do you have anything else to do? If not, then prepare to go back..."

Xia Qianzhen shook her head, feeling the profound aura of Pei Yuhan and Lu Jiajing, she felt a little uncomfortable. Earlier, she was a step ahead of them. She was in the late stage of Spiritualization, and they were also in the late stage of Spiritualization. But now, she was still in the late stage of Spiritualization, and they had already stepped into the stage of Return to Void...

Lu Jiajing could barely be considered her peer, which was fine, but Pei Yuhan, a junior, had already surpassed her, and Xia Qianzhen felt a little emotional.

"Before that...please do me a small favor..." Xia Qianzhen looked towards the quaint buildings outside the hall.

Lu Jiajing and Pei Yuhan followed her gaze and nodded, "Yes."

......

Soon, Lu Jiajing, Pei Yuhan, Xia Qianzhen and Su Lingshu, the four girls turned into clear light and left the ancient city which had become a ruin.

The monsters and spirits had been killed by several people, and those remaining members of the Embroidered Clothes Clan had been gathered by Xia Qianzhen. She set up a formation with the altar as the center. It was impossible to break it without the cultivation of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. In the entire Northern Territory, only a few monster kings were in the Spiritual Transformation Stage...

Without her, the people of Fuyu Island would no longer have the heart to deal with the Xiuyi Clan. They could continue to live in the formation. This was the last thing that she, an incompetent princess, could do for the Xiuyi Clan...

As for what happens after that...she might die...dealing with those people from Fuyu is no small matter.

Lin Yi...Xia Qianyin turned into a ray of purple light and headed towards the Yellow Springs in the far north. Her eyes flashed, although she had interacted with him many times because of Su Lingshu's memory.

But Xia Qianzhen is still very interested in him... Of course, this is not a romantic interest.

Xia Qianzhen's face turned slightly red, and she quickly used magic to seal away those shameful memories in her mind.

......

Pei Zhaoji and Han Ningyan sat down, and Qiu Xianzhen stood at the door, looking at the view of the moon and sea in the distance.

"Senior Sister Mu, Senior Sister Yao, how are you?" Han Ningyan spoke first.

Mu Shijun and Yao Xuezhu were found by the three of them on the edge of the Moon Sea. Just as Qiu Xianzhen said, they were living in seclusion there, and when they saw that the situation was not right, they prepared to escape into the Moon Sea.

Opposite Han Ningyan, Mu Shijun sat on the left. She was wearing a green dress, with long ink-black hair draped over her shoulders, her hair tied up with only a sword-shaped hairpin. Her eyebrows were picturesque, and her lips were red.

She didn't say anything, but was a little confused as to why her two junior sisters and the senior sister came to look for her.

Yao Xuezhu frowned slightly, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Compared to the gentle Mu Shijun, Yao Xuezhu is a cold fairy. Her cold white skin is even whiter than her plain skirt, as if she were carved out of ice and jade, and her whole body exudes a lasting chill.

Her eyes were deep, like a cold pond in autumn. When she pursed her thin lips, she exuded a sense of arrogance and unruliness. Her three thousand black hair flowed down, and a jade hairpin tied her hair into a bun, which set off her fair face like snow.

"It's been many years since we last met. I'm really sad to see you two sisters acting like this..." Han Ningyan said in a teasing tone, and then she started talking about business while facing Mu Shijun's puzzled look and Yao Xuezhu's cold eyes.

"We want to rebel..." Han Ningyan pointed to the sky.

This made Mu Shijun and Yao Xuezhu, who originally didn't care, slightly moved, "Are you telling the truth?"

The two of them were intent on rebelling, of course not against Fu Yu, but against the head of the Palace of the God King.

Among the three chief monks, Yin Yang believed in Yin-Yang Taoism, Cheng Ping believed in Buddhism, but Bai Zhe remained silent because he practiced swordsmanship!

In their opinion, they only need to unite the sword cultivators of the world and work together with Master Baizhe to break the world's blockade of swordsmanship and re-establish a world of swordsmanship!

In this way, they will have a chance to walk in the world again, instead of hiding and panicking like dogs that have lost their homes like they are now...

Mu Shijun and Yao Xuezhu had had enough of this kind of life, especially Yao Xuezhu, who had long wanted to raise her sword and kill people on Fuyu Island.

"Yes, but it's not just about rebelling against that God King..." Han Ningyan spoke slowly...

Pei Zhaoji looked at Mu Shijun and Yao Xuezhu, and nodded from time to time, which made Mu Shijun and Yao Xuezhu feel a little uncomfortable, but they didn't say anything and continued to listen to Han Ningyan's narration.

Chapter 126 You are good, but not good enough

Lin Yi is in big trouble now.

Although he had already anticipated that the journey to the end of the underworld would not be smooth, he did not expect that the first step would be so difficult.

Lin Yi looked at the handsome man with his back to them, and when he looked from the side, he was wearing a bronze mask on his face.

Yin Yang.

And it was Yin Yang who directly blocked the door.

Lin Yi sighed slightly, but he did not lose his mind. Although this matter was troublesome, it was not unsolvable.

Old Man Yuan and Jiang Miaoxuan were already standing in front of Lin Yi and Ji Chanxi.

Old man Yuan looked at Yin Yang, who had his back to them, as if he was facing a great enemy. Jiang Miaoxuan's face was solemn. The former had already taken the broken sword on his back, while the latter was performing a magic spell with his hands, and his spiritual power was hidden.

"Who is the peak at the end of the road..." Yin Yang pondered.

At this time, the sky and the earth were filled with moonlight, the snow clouds had dispersed, and only spots of snow remained on the snowfield in the far north.

As Yin Yang's calm voice came, the sound of the wind suddenly stopped...

"Once you see the saint's way, it becomes empty..." Yin Yang's figure was extremely small, yet extremely huge. When the word "empty" fell, the wind from the snowfield began to blow again, sweeping up the withered yellow weeds and lifting up Yin Yang's white robe.

"Sir Nanqing, how are you?" Yin Yang turned around and reached out to take off the bronze mask on his face, revealing a handsome face that could be described as as handsome as a demon.

Jiang Miaoxuan's eyes were cold, "If you weren't there, then it would probably be fine."

Yin Yang smiled slightly, not paying attention to the sting in Jiang Miaoxuan's words. He looked at Lin Yi who was protected by Jiang Miaoxuan behind him, "My friend, I have given you the Saint Girl, so what should you use in exchange?"

Lin Yi let go of Ji Chanxi and walked forward under Jiang Miaoxuan's worried gaze, "Since you gave it to me, why would you talk about exchanging it?"

Yin Yang was not angry. He looked towards the south, across thousands of miles, and landed on the center of Chengtian City, deep in the Qianming Palace. The dwarf old man and the old man in the lotus seat seemed to sense something, and they opened their eyes.

The chains that bound their bodies tightened slightly, and they looked far toward the north.

Since Yin Yang came here to block the door, Lin Yi understood that Pei Yuhan and Lu Jiajing were safe. After hearing what Yin Yang said, he was sure that Xia Qianzhen was also safe.

Yin Yang did not ask Cheng Ping, Bai Zhe, or other cultivators from Fuyu Island to look after Xia Qianzhen, so... where are Cheng Ping, Bai Zhe, and the others now...

On Lin Yi's side, there are two great Return to Void Realm cultivators, Jiang Miaoxuan and Old Man Yuan. One of them is even in the middle stage of Return to Void. It will be no problem for them to deal with Yin Yang.

Therefore, Lin Yi was not in a hurry, and Old Man Yuan and Jiang Miaoxuan felt a little more confident.

Lin Yi raised his head and glanced at the bright blue moon. His junior brother Zhao Nian had returned, but a junior brother alone would not be a threat to him, so Yin Yang should not capture him.

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Yin Yang should not be able to interfere with Chengtian City and his junior sister's affairs. The old man on the lotus seat and the dwarf old man are not vegetarians. Now they are grasshoppers on the same rope. Even if they have no principles, Lin Yi does not believe that they don't like the incense and Taoism.

There's no need to say much about Han Ningyan and Pei Zhaoji. Yin Yang may not even know his relationship with them...

In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Yi and his group had just met Pei Zhaoji and his apprentice in front of the imperial city.

So... are Chengping, Baizhe and the others... on my side?

Lin Yi sighed slightly. He had originally wanted to hide the final trump card, but he didn't expect that he would have to throw it out now?

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Yin Yang, Cheng Ping, and Bai Zhe are three great Return to Void Realm cultivators. The former can probably exert the combat power of a mid-stage Return to Void Realm, and can be left to Old Man Yuan to deal with.

The latter two can probably exert the combat power of the early stage of returning to the void, close to the middle stage of returning to the void. One can be dealt with by Jiang Miaoxuan and Nan Qing together, and the other...

Lin Yi and Ji Chanxi worked together and could only say, I'm sorry, I couldn't satisfy you...

As for the other cultivators on Fuyu Island, in response to the order from Yin Yang, the head of the Palace of the Divine King, although Lin Yi had thought of this possibility, he immediately put it out of his mind.

It’s not because I don’t want to consider it, it’s because there is really no need to consider it.

In the original novel, even when he was about to die, Yin Yang was unable to control the monk Fuyu, which was enough to prove one thing.

All his plans for Qiongming Domain were based on his own desires. Chengping and Yin Yang were in cahoots with each other, and Bai Zhe did not get involved, but he also allowed himself to be controlled by Yin Yang.

Otherwise, if all the cultivators of Fuyu Island were dispatched, how could the Xuanyuan Dynasty still exist? Even Lin Xuanyan and his companions' escape from Chengtian City was just a waste of time.

In the end, Lin Xuanyan ran away.

All the cultivators on the floating island are there to deal with Shao Shenyun. That is why it is so difficult to get down from the floating island once you are on it.

With the help of the blessed land of Fuyu Island, one must naturally bear the corresponding constraints. After wearing this golden hoop, one will no longer be a mortal and will not be tainted by anything in the world...

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"Then I'll get it myself." Yin Yang looked at Lin Yi and said so.

Jiang Miaoxuan's face changed slightly, and she subconsciously moved sideways to block Lin Yi. Old Man Yuan had already swung his sword, which turned into a clear sword light and entangled with the black and white yin and yang energy of Yin Yang's incarnation.

Lin Yi did not relax. He looked towards the east. A figure in a black and gold robe was walking towards him barefoot. His steps on the snow made a crisp sound.

The man had a calm expression, a bald head, and his hands were clasped together. There was a sense of Zen in his movements and stillness. Every place he walked through seemed to leave a golden Sanskrit character...

"He is..." Ji Chanxi also noticed the figure coming from the east, and she vaguely understood something.

"I am Chengping, and the world is at peace..." A peaceful voice came from afar. Not long after, Chengping came over. His eyes were very dark, like a deep ancient pond, with deep darkness floating inside.

But his every move was not tainted by the worldly, and wherever he walked, it was like a Buddhist kingdom on earth... The sound of chanting continued, and there was a faint light around him...

"Lin Yi..." Jiang Miaoxuan's eyes were always on Chengping, and there was a hint of worry in her voice.

She didn't dare to think about it. If Old Man Yuan was gone, she would be gone too. What if another...

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"Don't worry." Lin Yi said with a smile. Jiang Miaoxuan nodded and watched Chengping walk not far away.

"Please? Lord Nanqing?" Chengping gestured towards the depths of the snowfield. Jiang Miaoxuan nodded. She had to go forward. Chengping was much stronger than her. If she didn't change the battlefield, she would not be able to protect Lin Yi and Ji Chanxi.

But seeing Cheng Ping like this... Jiang Miaoxuan didn't dare to think too much. She wanted to keep Nan Qing with Lin Yi, but when she saw Lin Yi shaking his head, she understood what he meant...

"I will deal with him as soon as possible...you must hold on..." Jiang Miaoxuan said in a low voice.

Lin Yi nodded, then pinched Jiang Miaoxuan's little hand, signaling her not to worry.

A strong man who is one level stronger than me, I am lucky enough to be able to save my life, how can I possibly solve it as soon as possible...

"I have a way. Don't worry. Don't use any desperate tactics. Just hold him back." Lin Yi comforted Jiang Miaoxuan a little.

Jiang Miaoxuan nodded. She had no other choice but to hope that... Lin Yi was telling the truth... He always kept something back. Her heart dropped slightly...

Just as Jiang Miaoxuan was about to go forward, Lin Yi handed over an ancient sword. Jiang Miaoxuan took it and it was from ancient times. She rubbed it with her fingertips and nodded without refusing. Although she was not a swordsman, the magic entangled in it did enhance her skills.

Her combat effectiveness has been slightly improved.

Jiang Miaoxuan turned into a ray of clear light and fought with Chengping, who was surrounded by golden light. The two of them flew towards the depths of the snowfield together.

Lin Yi watched Jiang Miaoxuan and Chengping fly away together. He then looked at the sword light colliding with Yin Yang in the sky, and roars continued to be heard above the snowfield.

The floating clouds were torn apart, the earth changed its topography, and the sword marks were dense. The black and white yin and yang light made the space fluctuate. The mountain peaks were swept and instantly decomposed into extremely fine dust. The strong wind blew it and turned it into a storm...

Two of the masters of the Three Holy Temples of Fuyu have already appeared, so where is the other one?

Where is Bai Zhe, the head of Daixing Palace who is in charge of criminal law?

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, but heard the sound of a sword in his ears. He was moved. Ji Chanxi had already made a seal with her hands. Old man Yuan was gone, and Jiang Miaoxuan was also gone. Now it was her turn to protect Lin Yi.

He looked in the direction of the sword's sound and saw a man in black clothes sitting on a stone sharpening his sword. He didn't know when he appeared there...

The man had an ordinary face, but his facial features were sharp and angular. He was training very seriously, as if he was not dealing with a small Jindan realm cultivator, but a powerful warrior in the Fanxu realm.

Lin Yi looked at the bronze sword in the man's hand, on which were engraved many unknown ancient characters.

The sword is the rule.

The name is Baizhe.

Bai Zhe did not seem to sense the gazes of Lin Yi and Ji Chanxi. He continued to sharpen his sword slowly. Every time he sharpened the sword, a sharp and sonorous sound of sword would burst out. He did not make a move, but the sword intent had already torn the earth apart.

Lin Yi and Ji Chanxi could already vaguely sense the sharpness around them, and at Bai Zhe's feet, every time he sharpened his sword, a layer of the ground would be scraped away, and the stone he was sitting on had already revealed its entire appearance...

"Sword Saint Bai Zhe." Lin Yi bowed to Bai Zhe, and at the same time pulled Ji Chanxi, who was standing in front of him, behind him. Letting Ji Chanxi go up, isn't that a gift?

Hundreds of years ago, before Bai Zhe ascended to the holy land and became the head of Dai Xing Palace, he liked to challenge sword cultivators from all over the world, which was quite similar to Old Man Yuan's Sword Test World.

At that time, he established a rule that as long as someone could last thirty moves under his sword, he would not make things difficult for them again... The so-called thirty moves, for Bai Zhe, were just thirty swords.

Thirty swords? For a sword cultivator who wants to achieve something, it would probably only take less than a breath of time. Look at old man Yuan, he can execute more than a thousand swords in a breath of time.

But so far, there are very few people who can pass thirty swords in Bai Zhe's hands...

Rules are just rules, just like the sword in his hand, rules are just rules... Anyone who attempts to challenge the rules has become synonymous with rules under his sword.

Bai Zhe's sword is a bitter sword. His sword is too heavy and too bitter. One strike of his sword carries at least a thousand kilograms of force.

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