Yuxuan was worried that truth would turn into peach blossoms, but there was very limited things he could do.

Seeing that the truth was dissatisfied, Yuxuan had to sigh.

"It's getting late, go back and rest. If you meet your senior brother, ask him to come and see me."

"yes."

Zhenli left obediently. Behind her, Yuxuan calculated with her fingers and finally sighed.

There are some things he can't calculate, but he can calculate something simple.

He couldn't figure out whether what he wanted to do could succeed, but he could use some related things to speculate whether he had succeeded or failed.

Although it is not that accurate, it is still different.

What he just calculated was his fate with the disciple of the Truth.

I don’t think the truth will know. The farewell just now was the last time she and his master met.

It was indeed a heavy rain this night. The rain was heavy and urgent. Yu Quan cut off the huge rock pointing to the peak with his last sword. He looked up at the sky at 45 degrees and said slowly: "It's up to you, please do it yourself."

Finally, he lived the most annoying thing he had.

But the reason why he raised his head was that he didn't want to see those who thought he was innocent.

Yu Quan did not have much sympathy for those who were killed. The cause of the incident was that they fought and destroyed the sword-finding peak. The people in Taiqing Taoist temple did not find anyone to settle the score. Afterwards, they also rescued as much as possible, which was considered to be the end of kindness.

What's more, life and death are destined to be killed by the sword-pointing peak. Those who are killed by the sword-pointing peak are already exhausted, so no one can blame others.

Yu Quan didn't want to stay here, so he didn't need to do the aftermath work. After doing what he should do, he floated away.

Yu Quan walked for a while, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the disciples of Taiqing Taoist Temple also retreated.

At this time, an old man in black robe said indignantly: "What awesome thing? Isn't it just because he has a good senior brother?"

The old man with black robe is Sanjue Sanren, and he is also a master of Zhitian Realm. He consciously has some status in the world. Although he is not qualified to challenge the righteous sect, he can be regarded as a well-known figure among the casual cultivators.

He said this, and immediately there was a supporter who wanted to curry favor with him, "That's right, the people in Taiqing Taoist temple never take people seriously, and they don't know what they are so proud of. The seniors are also heroes, and they just come to say hello, and they really don't know the etiquette."

All casual cultivators are more determined than the sky. They always feel that joining a large sect is too restricted. They would rather be a casual person or join some small sects and be free.

Among these people, some of them are indeed talented and favored by the sects, but more of them are not qualified to be included in the seven sects.

There are many unruly people among the scattered people. They claim to be both good and evil. In fact, they are unruly extrajudicial madmen, but they also cherish their reputation and are unwilling to be criticized as being a traitor and evil person.

To avenge your grudges is actually to do things based on one's own preferences. Not everyone in the world is reasonable, most of the time, fists are just the truth.

Sanjue Sanren also knows this truth, so they complain in their hearts, and they only dare to whisper a few words behind their backs, vent, or pretend in front of others.

But when he was told by the supporting actor, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. He was just a small realm of knowing the heavens. Even if there was an elder in Taiqing Temple, he could rub against him. At least more than fifty elders beat him like playing.

If he pretended to be too big, this would be heard by the people in Taiqing Taoist temple, and it would be bad if he was missed.

But at this time he couldn't admit defeat, so he could only change the subject quickly: "Speaking of this, which turtle grandson used to kill that sword in the sky. The scene was too chaotic before, and I didn't even see it clearly."

After hearing what Sanjue Sanren asked, the monks present looked at each other.

They didn't see clearly who hit the sky with one sword. There were many people involved in the battle at that time. The scene was very chaotic and they didn't know who hit whom. Suddenly, a sword suddenly hit the sky, and then the sword fell down when it pointed to the peak.

Those who are not dead are cursing, but those who are dead naturally have no chance to curse.

Now that I heard the Sanjue Sanren ask this question, is there something else that happened to this matter?

"Look, what is that?"

When everyone heard the movement, they looked around and saw the remains of the sword-finding peak in the rain.

The huge rock was cut into several sections by Yu Quan, and the rock in the middle showed a magical place under the erosion of rain.

When the rain falls on it, it turns into water mist without touching the stone. The mist dissipates in the rain, and the stone always lingers in this misty mist.

Only this stone is unusual, could it be a treasure?

This was the common idea of ​​the monks present. Sanjue Sanren reacted quickly and took action directly. He wanted to seize the stone. Halfway through the attack, he was stopped by another person.

This is also a big shot among the casual cultivators, the Master of Five Spirits, and the Taoist name is Hongguang.

"Why are you stopping me?"

Sanjue Sanren was furious. The competition among the casual cultivators was very fierce. When they met a baby, they would never give in. Now that they were stopped, they would have to fight.

"The treasure has not yet been mastered. People with virtue in Angelica will not think that this thing is already in your pocket, right?"

Hongguang said with a sarcastic smile.

After all the words have come to this point, only those who can tell the truth are at their disposal.

The two of them were not the only ones who were in the knowing realm. While they were fighting, a thief appeared next to the huge rock and was about to carry the stone and ran away. When he touched the stone, he exposed his figure. Sanjue Sanren and Master Wuling stopped at the same time and fought at the thief together.

The man was also very slippery and threw the stone down and flashed himself. The attacks of Sanjue Sanren and Master Wuling all fell on the huge rock.

The outer skin of the stone shattered, and the things inside were completely revealed.

"This... is actually a sword body!"

"Before it has been formed, there is such a sword energy. If it is formed, it may be a natural immortal sword."

There are also many knowledgeable people among the casual cultivators, but this is the first time they have seen this thing, and they have never heard of it.

Sword fetus are things that monks will make when refining weapons. Only a good sword fetus can create a good spiritual sword.

At present, the monks cannot forge immortal swords, and the spiritual sword is already the best quality.

The sword fetus forged by the monks is nothing more than that.

But this sword body is obviously not formed, but it already contains sword intent and sword energy.

The monks can also associate it. How could there be a sword fetus in this huge rock?

Thinking of this skill, the sword finger peak has existed for many years. Everyone boldly assumed that this sword body is either a treasure left by immortals in ancient times or a natural sword body. No matter which option it is, it is enough to illustrate the preciousness of this thing.

Even if it is not fully formed, it is easy to find a senior weapon refiner to forge a top-quality spiritual sword with this sword body.

If you are lucky, you might be able to get a fairy sword.

For casual cultivators, immortal weapons are definitely treasures worthy of their lives to exchange for.

Master Wu Ling and San Jue Sanren were both red-eyed and rushed up to grab the treasure. Even some cultivators with low cultivation had ambitions.

The big fight began again.

In Taiqing Mountain, Lin Yun, who was devoted to practicing, suddenly heard a huge noise.

He jumped off the big tree he had found temporarily and looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound came from Shangqing Mountain, and there seemed to be some movement there.

Lin Yun's heart moved, used his thunder to move his body, and hurriedly ran down the mountain. As soon as he was about to go up Qingshan, he saw the torrents surging.

Good guy, this rain caused a landslide.

Lin Yun quickly dodged. Even if his cultivation level was not low, he could only retreat temporarily when facing the power of heaven and earth.

And in that torrent, Lin Yun also saw some familiar things.

The stone pillars that support Tianyan.

Mixed in the torrent, the huge rocks were particularly conspicuous, and the words on them proved this.

Lin Yun read it right.

The landslide, the sky rock fell.

this……

It's a bit coincidental.

The sword-finding peak of Yuqing Mountain was cut off, and the Tuotianyan of Shangqing Mountain rolled down due to a landslide.

On the same day, two important landscapes were destroyed.

Even if he performed very reasonably, Lin Yun still didn't believe it.

"I don't think it's a coincidence that only one thing happened, let alone two things. If you are in it, you might as well just click and get rid of Qiansi Waterfall by the way?"

Lin Yun complained in his heart, but he didn't stop at his feet and headed straight for Taiqing Mountain. Before he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw a flood pouring down from Taiqing Mountain.

Good guy, did I encounter a flood on the mountain?

Lin Yun complained about the unscientificity with a confused look on his face, and he was numb now.

I'm joking!

There were mudslides and landslides in Shangqing Mountain, and Taiqing Mountain directly flooded and waves, so Lin Yun had to run towards Yuqing Mountain.

Fortunately, there was no special movement in Yuqing Mountain, but the smell of blood was a bit heavy.

Lin Yun smelled the smell and went up the mountain. When he arrived at Yuqingtai, he saw the corpses all over the ground.

The internal organs and broken limbs were everywhere, which made Lin Yun feel nauseous. It was not that he had seen a monk fighting, but this was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene.

There were corpses everywhere, and no one was seen. Lin Yun carefully took out the Qibian and the Ben Lei Sword. With two magical weapons in hand, Lin Yun's courage became a little stronger.

The smell of blood made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he was a little irritated inside, trying to cut something to vent, but Lin Yun resisted this impulse, and the Thunder Sword was in his hand, Lin Yun held his breath and began to investigate around the Yuqing Platform.

This scene is a bit similar to the original Pearl Island.

All are tragic in death.

Could it be that the demons are doing something again?

Lin Yun felt that this was natural. The meeting was related to the situation in the Central Plains. The demons must want to disrupt the situation in the Central Plains, the better.

As he walked, Lin Yun finally felt a little bit of induction.

He looked in the direction in his heart and saw an old man in black robe holding a stone emitting sword energy.

The old man in black robe had a big hole in his chest, but his face was full of smiles.
Chapter completed!