Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

He has always been a narrow-minded person. The prince dared to send people to assassinate him. He can't go back now, and it is not convenient to deal with the prince. So he should first clean up the forces around the prince.

If he has a grudge, he will take revenge on the spot. Even if he can't take revenge on the spot, he will charge some interest first!

"what?"

At this moment, Song Xuan's expression changed, he took a step forward and came to a mountain peak.

He had scanned the mountain twice with his spiritual sense and did not notice anything unusual, but when he scanned it for the third time, he sensed a faint spatial fluctuation.

It is obvious that there is something strange about this mountain. There is a high possibility that there are powerful people from the Soul Refining Sect hidden inside the mountain.

Song Xuan slowly stretched out his right hand, raised it and clenched it, then suddenly pulled it upwards. The next moment, the earth shook violently. Countless sand and rocks shot up into the sky, and a mountain was forcibly lifted up from the ground by him.

As the mountain was pulled up out of thin air, countless formation runes began to emerge at the bottom of the mountain. Those runes carried extremely strong restrictive light, which was extremely dangerous for the powerful people in the fusion stage.

But in Song Xuan's eyes, those rune restrictions seemed to not exist at all. He raised his hand and pinched it, and the entire mountain exploded with a bang. The terrifying shock wave caused those rune restrictions to collapse and turn into light particles in the sky and disappear.

As the forbidden light disappeared, a huge underground ravine appeared in Song Xuan's vision, and at the bottom of the ravine, a secret passage appeared.

Song Xuan sneered. It seemed that this was the real nest of the Soul Refining Sect.

Before, he had killed many masters of the Soul Refining Sect with his spiritual sense, including hundreds of great monks in the Spirit Severing Stage and several great masters in the Fusion Stage.

But there is not a single powerful being in the late stage of fusion. This is not in line with common sense. A level seven sect should have at least several powerful beings in the late stage of fusion even if there is no one at the peak of fusion to preside over it!

Stepping into the secret passage, Song Xuan looked around with interest, his spiritual awareness spreading like a tide.

He could clearly capture any slight fluctuation in breath or space.

The secret passage had not yet reached the end, but in the dim corridor, a sword light with surging demonic flames swept over. The aura was very strong. In Song Xuan's perception, it had definitely reached the late stage of fusion.

Song Xuan smiled slightly, flicked his fingertips lightly, and an invisible ripple spread out. With a bang, the attacking sword light dissipated in an instant. At the same time, a muffled groan of pain came from behind the sword light.

There was a gleam in Lord Song's eyes, and he could clearly see that deep in the corridor, a short man was holding a large Guandao and staring at him in disbelief.

His chest was now pierced, blood was flowing out, and his face was full of panic and disbelief.

He seemed unable to believe that his cultivation level at the late stage of fusion, and the magic sneak attack that he had unleashed with all his life's strength, was broken by someone so easily.

Seeing Song Xuan looking at him, this man seemed to react. He raised his hand to cover the wound on his chest, turned around quickly and activated his escape technique to escape.

But Song Xuan was faster. He took a step forward and appeared directly on top of the short man's head. With one step, the man's entire head shattered with a bang.

This kind of shattering directly spread to the whole body. Almost instantly, this person's body shattered layer by layer, and with a bang, it turned into blood and flesh all over the sky. His soul flew away, and his body and spirit were destroyed!

At the moment when this man's soul was torn to pieces, countless hideous souls flew out of his shattered spirit.

The moment these residual souls flew out, they all had a moment of clarity and bowed to Song Xuan from afar, "Thank you, senior, for freeing us!"

As soon as these words were spoken, countless remaining souls, with expressions of relief on their faces, dissipated into the void, completely turning into nothingness.

Song Xuan's face was indifferent. He could naturally see that those souls were the resentment left after being devoured by the short man after dying at his hands. The Soul Refining Sect practiced with resentment, which was not only a magic path, but even involved the method of ghost cultivation.

After casually killing a powerful late-stage fusion master, Song Xuan did not stop and continued to move forward.

Then, he appeared in a huge space.

This underground space is hundreds of miles in radius and has no end in sight. The entire space is illuminated by countless luminous pearls, as bright as daylight.

In this vast space, there stand magnificent palaces, simple, elegant, solemn and dignified.

On the tallest palace, an old man in gray clothes with a dark light in his eyes sat at the top. Around him, there were nine huge corpse puppets on both sides, each of them had a green face and fangs and was extremely terrifying.

"You can kill the disciples outside if you want. I will not intervene to stop you."

The old man looked at Song Xuan with an extremely gloomy expression, "But you have killed so many people, why don't you stop?"

"What hatred or grudge could have caused you to go to such great lengths, digging three feet underground to find my retreat?"

Song Xuan casually looked at the corpse puppets beside the old man. These puppets made from the corpses of giants looked really extraordinary. He estimated that they had the combat power of at least the middle stage of fusion, and might be even stronger.

As for this old man, his aura was extremely obvious.

He had reached the peak of fusion cultivation, but this cultivation seemed not stable enough, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Song Xuan estimated that he didn't even need to do anything, this old guy might go crazy and kill himself!

"There is no hatred between you and me!"

Song Xuan's consciousness continuously swept through this space, and he said indifferently: "But the master behind you has a life-and-death feud with me!"

"My master?"

The gray-robed old man's expression changed. "Are you talking about the crown prince of the Dao Song Dynasty?"

Song Xuan chuckled, "Why, are you surprised, or do you have too many masters and you're not sure who provoked me?"

The gray-robed old man was silent for a moment, "He took my daughter as a concubine, and I accepted his cultivation resources. To be honest, it can only be considered as cooperation. He can't be considered my master!

If you are willing to let me go, we can cooperate!"

Chapter 737: If it’s not yours, you will be doomed if you think about it!

In the world of cultivation, strength determines everything!

After witnessing with his own eyes that his strongest disciple was kicked to death by the man in front of him, the Soul Refining Ancestor became completely obedient.

Although he has reached the peak of the late stage of fusion, he failed in his attempt to break through to the Mahayana stage not long ago and suffered a Taoist injury. His actual combat power is now even lower than that of the eldest disciple.

In this situation, if the other party wanted to kill him, he would have no way to stop him.

The powerful beings in the fusion stage possess the Dao Fruit and can teleport. Theoretically, they are actually very difficult to kill.

But Daoguo is not omnipotent. Even for teleportation, there will be a brief delay. The Soul Refining Ancestor knows very well that at such a close distance and with the opponent's attack speed, just this little delay is enough to take his life!

But unfortunately, what responded to him was Song Xuan's indifference.

"You are not qualified to cooperate with me!"

If this Soul Refining Ancestor had voluntarily handed over his soul and blood right from the start, Song Xuan might have really considered it.

But this old guy, even when he is about to die, is still acting arrogant and talking about cooperation.

Is the word cooperation something you can say?

Song Xuan never tolerates those who have no idea how to deal with it. He raised his right hand and slapped it casually, and the body of the Soul Refining Ancestor exploded without any warning.

Amidst screams, the soul of the Soul Refining Ancestor held the Dao Fruit and looked at Song Xuan in horror.

"Fellow Daoist, is there really no room for negotiation?"

Song Xuan sneered. This old guy has lived for so long that his brain has become dull.

"Negotiations for peace only happen when the two sides are evenly matched. You are just an ant that can be crushed to death at any moment. What qualifications do you have to negotiate peace with me?"

After he said this, the Soul Refining Ancestor knew that there was no chance of luck anymore. His soul activated the power of the Dao Fruit, and spatial ripples spread around his body. His entire soul began to become illusory.

He wants to give it a try, he wants to teleport!

But Song Xuan just raised his right hand and gently slapped the air, and the heaven and earth seemed to have reversed the yin and yang. Under a terrifying shock wave, the soul of the Soul Refining Ancestor was forcibly shaken out from the ripples in space.

At this moment, the Soul Refining Ancestor's face was pale, and his Dao Fruit was covered with cracks. Before he could make any move, Song Xuan took a step forward and pointed a finger at his brow!

"Soul search!"

The soul of the Soul Refining Ancestor suddenly became dull, with extreme fear in his dazed look, as if he was suffering endless torture.

After a while, Song Xuan retracted his fingers and pinched them casually. The soul of the Soul Refining Ancestor and the Dao Fruit were all turned into powder, and his body and soul were destroyed!

The memories of this Soul Refining Ancestor's life were extremely mixed, most of them were scenes of him practicing magic and killing people, which made Song Xuan feel nauseous. This old guy's death was not unjust.

But unfortunately, the information he wanted to know about the Crown Prince of the Daosong Dynasty was not very available in the memory of the Soul Refining Ancestor.

The prince seemed to be quite cautious and had never revealed his true form. All those who had come into contact with the Soul Refining Ancestor were peripheral forces cultivated by the other party, and he was unwilling to take any risks.

With a wave of his hand, two storage bags fell into his hands. Song Xuan swept his spiritual sense and took out a jade slip from them.

According to the memory of the Soul Refining Ancestor, this jade slip records the coordinates of a precious treasure. In Song Xuan's opinion, this is the most valuable thing.

The supreme treasure was created by the heaven and earth of the Wanling World. It is extremely rare and even the old monsters in the Mahayana stage would be jealous of it.

By chance, the Soul Refining Ancestor entered a special space, where he discovered a treasure that was still in the gestation stage and had not yet been born.

Unfortunately, the treasure is spiritual and can only be obtained by those who are destined to have it. Even if the treasure is still in the gestation stage, the Soul Refining Ancestor cannot take it away by force.

In desperation, the Soul Refining Ancestor had to note down the spatial coordinates and prepare to come back to get the treasure after breaking through to the Mahayana stage.

Then, he became miserable. He failed to break through, his strength was damaged, and he was killed by Song Xuan, ending up turning into ashes.

It seems that there is a destiny in the dark. Don’t think about things that are not meant for you. If you think about them and write down the coordinates, then the disaster will come, and the result will only be to make wedding dresses for others!

After marking the coordinates in the jade slip, Song Xuan exerted a little force with his palm to crush the jade slip, and then stood in this underground space, his spiritual consciousness dispersed again.

As usual, we must eradicate the problem completely. Although the chances of anyone still being alive here are slim, it never hurts to be cautious.

The divine consciousness was as mighty as the power of heaven. It explored this place three times in a row. Then the divine consciousness spread out, like boundless sea water sweeping across the entire planet again, exploring it inside and out.

After confirming that there was no longer a single disciple of the Soul Refining Sect on the entire Qingluan Star, Song Xuan smiled faintly, took a step forward, and left the place.

When his figure disappeared, countless cultivators on Qingluan Star felt relieved, as if the unknown existence that dominated their life and death had disappeared.

Afterwards, news of the death of Soul Refining Sect disciples broke out in various places. As the news came together, many independent cultivators finally came to a conclusion.

The Soul Refining Sect that oppressed them, treated them like pigs and cattle, and could extract their souls at any time was destroyed!

On this day, countless people ran around to tell each other, crying with joy, and overwhelming cheers and shouts rose one after another.

This day was called the Soul-Destroying Day by the monks of Qingluan Star, and it became the most important festival of Qingluan Star in later generations. Countless stone tablets were erected to record how cruel and tyrannical the Soul Refining Sect was in the past.

Beside each inscription stands a statue with its hands clasped behind its back, its back to the world. The faces of these statues are blurred, but they give off a sense of majesty, as if they are the masters of this world.

Every year, on the Soul-Destroying Day, countless monks and common people come here to worship and admire the mysterious man's supreme grace.

“We do not know the Venerable’s name, so we call him Venerable Soul-Destroying.

In the future generations of our Qingluan cultivators, we will take the Soul-Destroying Venerable as our ancestor and offer sacrifices to him from generation to generation. As long as the Qingluan is not extinguished, the incense will never cease!"

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For all the creatures on Qingluan Star, it is a big event of regaining new life, but in Song Xuan's eyes, it is just a small matter that can be done easily.

At this moment, Lord Song didn't take this matter to heart at all. After destroying one of the prince's peripheral forces, he felt much more relaxed. He stepped on the starlight and teleported towards Yanggu Pass.

After leaving this place, Song Xuan had no intention of going directly to the secret realm to explore and obtain treasures.

According to the coordinates recorded by the Soul Refining Ancestor, the treasure that is still in the gestation stage is located in the Yaoqing Realm. It is too far away, and it is estimated that it will take some years for this treasure to be born, so there is no rush.

The peace talks between Dao Song and Mo Yuan are imminent, and he really cannot spare the time now. It will not be too late to make a decision after he has dealt with this matter and brought the delegation back safely.

Chapter 738 The Xiao Family Boy from the Fire Spirit Star Region

In front of Yanggu Pass, you can see countless cultivators from all over the starry sky, riding various flying magic tools, queuing up honestly in front of the pass, waiting to enter the Wanling Continent.

This time, Song Xuan was not in a hurry. He walked in the air and came to the end of a queue, ready to experience the fun of queuing.

Yes, it's fun.

For ordinary people, this is a kind of trouble and helplessness.

But for Song Xuan, who had just destroyed a sect and was feeling refreshed, experiencing the life of a low-level cultivator was also a form of practice.

After all, he was born into an extraordinary family. He was a well-known master as soon as he entered the world. Later, he entered the world of all spirits and appeared with the combat power of a great master in the fusion realm. He had never experienced the experience of a low-level cultivator.

Standing in front of Song Xuan were a man and a woman. To be exact, it was a boy who looked less than ten years old, holding hands with a young woman.

The two were riding on a flying boat. The woman was very young, but she was dressed very solemnly, as if she was deliberately showing her sophistication and composure.

"Little brother, you see, this is the entrance. Once you enter the city, you can take the teleportation array directly into the Wanling Continent."

The young man hummed dejectedly, seeming to be somewhat reluctant to enter the country.

"cheer up!"

The woman scolded him somewhat unhappily, "Remember, you are the pride of my Xiao family, the legitimate son of my Xiao family. This time when Qingyun Sect is recruiting disciples, you will definitely be selected!"

The boy said "oh" and didn't seem to care.

"What are you talking about?" The woman said unhappily, "My Xiao family once produced a powerful person at the peak of the fusion realm. In the endless starry sky, it was once a well-known family.

Even if you are now in decline, you still have the blood of the Xiao family. If you join the Qingyun Sect, won't it be easy to capture them?"

Speaking of Qingyun Sect, the woman's eyes showed anticipation, "Don't think that Qingyun Sect is only a seventh-level sect and don't take it seriously. Let me tell you, Qingyun Sect once produced a peak Mahayana cultivator.

Back then, Patriarch Qingye killed so many people with his sword that the ninth-level sects had to temporarily avoid him.

Even though Qingyun Sect has not produced any brilliant people in the past few generations and its level has been declining again and again, its foundation is still there.