This was the first reaction in Lan Wangqiu's mind. The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword was galloping and mighty, and before she could react, it had already arrived less than thirty feet in front of her.
A burst of wild thunder sword energy surged out, causing her hair to fly and her eyes to be surprised, as if she was facing a wild beast.
At the same time, a vague wave lurked nearby, and the sword intent of the fixed light sword was restrained and disappeared, just like an invisible killer, preparing a fatal blow.
Facing these two flying swords, one bright and one dark, Lan Wangqiu's face no longer looked calm as before, but instead revealed a dignified look.
She squeezed the magic with both hands quickly, and the water above her head gathered, eventually forming a water mirror.
This water mirror flashed with brilliance, and the next moment it shot out a blue beam of light, shining directly into the void somewhere around it.
I saw ripples rippling in that place, and a moment later, a silver-white flying sword appeared. It was Liang Yan's "fixed light sword" hidden nearby!
"Huh?"
Liang Yan looked at the water mirror above Lan Wangqiu's head and couldn't help but let out a sigh. However, before he could make any move, the waves on the water mirror turned again, creating a light blue vortex.
The Zi Lei and Ding Guang swords in mid-air each trembled, and then they couldn't help but were sucked into the water mirror by the vortex.
"What?!"
Liang Yan's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly made a gesture to withdraw the sword, only to find that the purple thunder and dingguang swords and his own induction were still there, but they were trapped in the mirror and could not escape for a while.
He focused his gaze, then looked at the world in the mirror, only to see a vast white mist inside, with countless runes floating inside, like clouds in the sky, looming.
And his purple thunder and fixed light swords were currently floating in the sea of clouds, seemingly trapped in them and unable to extricate themselves.
"This magical power is so weird, it can actually trap my flying sword!"
Liang Yan thought to himself, but before he could make a move, the water lotuses beside him exploded, and a surging wave swept over him. Even though his body was strong, he found it difficult to resist at this moment.
"go!"
Facing Lan Wangqiu's boundless water-based Taoism, Liang Yan suddenly let out a low drink, and with a change of one-handed technique, he saw a green light flash out of his dantian, suddenly rising in mid-air, and turning into a long blue ball.
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"Jiangang!"
At this time, the four people sitting motionless in the pavilion almost made a sound of surprise at the same time.
Before they could react, the green spear split open the heavy mist and crushed all the water lotuses that were close to it. At the same time, it moved forward without hesitation, slashing towards Lan Wangqiu in the distance.
boom!
There was an explosion, but it was the water mirror above Lan Wangqiu's head that was struck by the cyan sword. It immediately fell into pieces and turned into a circle of blue halo that spread around.
At the same time, two flying swords, one purple and one silver, also rushed out of the mirror world.
This series of changes sounds complicated, but from Liang Yan's sword to the magical power of smashing the water mirror, it actually happened in the blink of an eye.
When all the dust fell to the ground, Liang Yan's Mayfly Sword Gang was stopping less than three feet in front of Lan Wangqiu. However, the tip of the sword was pointed downward, and there was no murderous intent at all. Instead, it seemed to be holding a sword in salute.
"Good boy, take it seriously!"
Lan Wangqiu looked at the green flying sword in front of her and couldn't help but exclaimed. She was worried that Liang Yan was greedy just now, but now she realized that the opponent's swordsmanship had already exceeded her imagination.
"This son has just achieved the golden elixir, and he has already condensed it into a sword?" Shen Tusu said with a surprised look on his face in the white jade pavilion.
As soon as he said this, Shan Hezai and Yu Xuanji smiled heartily and each shook their heads.
"What? Brother Yu, Brother Leader, what else have you seen?" Pu Nansheng asked curiously when he saw the two of them laughing.
Yu Xuanji smiled and said nothing, but Shan Hezai nodded slightly and said: "After all, the two junior brothers have been practicing Taoism for a short time, and they don't know much about the divisions of swordsmanship. You must know that when swordsmanship first entered the Jian Gang stage, the Jian Gang was a hundred feet long.
It is long, but the sword energy is scattered and flashy. The further you practice, the more condensed the sword will be, the more pure the sword energy will be, and it can be broken with a single sword if you have magical powers."
After Pu Nansheng and Shen Tusu heard this, they were each shocked and couldn't help shouting: "Then the sword just now was less than one foot long, and all the sword energy was restrained, isn't it?"
Shan Hezai nodded and said calmly: "I'm afraid that this boy has already refined the sword gang long before the golden elixir. Now he is only one step away from the sword pill stage."
After hearing Shan Hezai's words, Shen Tusu and Pu Nansheng took a deep breath. They were shocked by a Jian Gang Stage monk who had just entered the Golden Pill. Unexpectedly, the other party had already achieved the sword before forming the pill.
Gang, isn't this the first person in the history of Nanchui?
At this time, Lan Wangqiu had already withdrawn his magical powers, and returned to the pavilion without hesitation, and sat down in his seat. He did not forget to glance at Yu Xuanji, and hummed: "You taught me a good disciple!
Even me, my uncle, can't beat him."
Yu Xuanji chuckled and said: "The blue is superior to the blue and is better than the blue. This is a sign of the rejuvenation of our Yungang Sect."
Everyone in the pavilion knew that these two people often quarreled, but they didn't take it seriously. Shan Hezai's face was indifferent. He raised his head and looked at Liang Yan in mid-air through the white jade bricks. There was a faint light flowing in his eyes.
At this time, Liang Yan was standing with his hands down in the air. Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and the next moment, he found that the white jade pavilion was actually twisting and rotating.
This scene was very strange. It was obvious that the people in the pavilion were still chatting and laughing, as if everything around them had not changed, but in Liang Yan's eyes, not only this small pavilion, but also the entire mountain peaks around him had begun to twist and deform.
"He took action!"
Although there were no signs, Liang Yan realized almost instantly that the person who made the test this time was none other than the current head of the Yungang Sect, Shanhe Zai.
Before he could make any move, he saw black and white air flying out of the pavilion. The white air was light and ethereal, like clouds in the sky, flying upwards; the black air was turbid, like a mire in the ground, sinking rapidly downwards.
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The entire top of the mountain was divided by the black and white air, turning into two different halves, with the clear one floating up and the turbid one sinking. A huge tearing force came, seeming to tear the beam in the center away.
The words are also divided into two halves.
"What a domineering magical power!"
Liang Yan exclaimed, hurriedly made a magic spell, and summoned the four flying swords back to him at the same time.
Four kinds of sword intent suddenly erupted, forming a sword intent barrier around him. The black and white Qi were completely cut away by these four sword intents just as they approached.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, Liang Yan's sword intent was surging, and the black and white energy seemed to be endless. Both sides were going back and forth, but no one could do anything to the other.
After about half a cup of tea, a chuckle suddenly came from the pavilion, and then the black and white energy dissipated at the same time, and the originally distorted mountain peak returned to normal.
"come in."
Shan Hezai's voice sounded faintly, with a hint of approval in his tone.
Liang Yan did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly raised his hand to collect the four flying swords, then fell from the air and walked straight into the pavilion.
"Not bad!"
Shan He looked at this disciple of the sect who had been a member for less than sixty years, with a rare smile in his eyes that seemed to be forever calm.
In fact, Liang Yan was also a little shocked. He originally thought that he had rarely encountered an opponent in the golden elixir realm, but the old man with a half-black and half-white face in front of him gave him a sense of oppression that he had never encountered before.
Although they are both in the Golden Core realm, their skills and magical powers are very different, and their strengths and weaknesses are also very different. Like the few people I met in Hell, they are still more than a step behind Zhi Shan He Zai.
It can only be said that this person is worthy of being the head of the Yungang Sect. Although he is at the peak of Jindan cultivation and has not yet entered the realm of Tongxuan, if you want to fight with this person with all your strength, who will win and who will lose?
It's really hard to say.
At this time, Shan Hezai looked Liang Yan up and down again, and suddenly asked:
"Where have you been during the past fifty years of disappearance? Why is there no news at all?"
After hearing this, Liang Yan hesitated for a moment and chose to tell the truth about entering Hades.
His experience could be described as extremely dangerous. Liang Yan did not hide too much during the narration process, only omitting the matters involving the witch Wuxin and his own secrets.
But even so, several people in the pavilion became slightly pale after hearing this.
When he mentioned the strange people he met in the bamboo forest, Shen Tusu and Pu Nansheng were fine, but Yu Xuanji, Shan He Zai and Lan Wangqiu frowned, as if they remembered something.
"Old Seventeen, this person you are talking about has a Chinese character face and a black mole below the left corner of his mouth?"
Liang Yan nodded and said without even thinking, "That's true. Master, you don't have to guess. This person is Gu Zhiyu, Uncle Gu."
"It's indeed him!"
Yu Xuanji, Shan Hezai and others looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
"Back then, Senior Brother Gu, in order to pursue a higher realm of swordsmanship, did not hesitate to leave the sect and go to the Antarctic Fairy Continent. Unexpectedly, he ended up falling into Hell."
Yu Xuanji sighed softly, and then asked: "Why didn't he come back with you? Didn't he even come to pay homage to his master's tablet?"
Liang Yan shook his head solemnly, and then told everything that happened after Hell. He just hid the final fight for the Innate Dao Fruit and changed it to fight for the things to escape from Hell.
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When he talked about Gu Zhiyu's tragic death under the Evil Sword Immortal's "Ten Thousand Blades Returning to the Sheath", everyone's expressions changed.
"What? You mean Senior Brother Gu? He died like this?" Yu Xuanji's eyes widened, as if he still couldn't believe it.
Liang Yan nodded silently, took out a wooden box from his arms, held it up with both hands, and handed it to everyone respectfully.
"Uncle Gu was kind to me. His last words were to ask me to send him back to the sect. My disciple was unkind and failed to rescue Uncle Gu, so I could only send his ashes back to the sect."
Seeing this wooden box, Yu Xuanji was stunned for a moment. Only then did he finally believe that the high-spirited and talented senior brother in the past was really gone like this!
Seeing this, Shan Hezai sighed softly and said: "Everything in the world is unpredictable. We, as cultivators, are all destined to suffer disaster. Junior Brother Yu, I know that you two have a very good personal relationship, but this matter is ultimately irreversible.
, you don’t have to be too sentimental.”
Yu Xuan moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he had no words and just fell silent.
"Liang Yan, thank you for your hard work. If it weren't for you, Senior Brother Gu would probably be exposed in hell." Lan Wangqiu said softly.
Shan Hezai raised his hand to collect Gu Zhiyu's urn, and said solemnly: "Now that you are sending his ashes back, you have finally settled the concerns of my junior brother before his death, allowing him to belong to our Yungang family.
The ancestor’s ancestral hall of the sect, this move is indeed of great merit.”
Liang Yan shook his head and said: "Uncle Gu has given me guidance in the way of swordsmanship. My disciple is not strong enough. I am really ashamed that I could not lead my uncle to escape from the underworld. Sending the ashes back is just a small effort, so how can I dare to take credit?"
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Shan Hezai nodded slightly, and suddenly said: "You entered the underworld this time and had a narrow escape from death. Fortunately, you got a blessing in disguise in the end. Not only did you form an elixir, but you also achieved the fifth-turn golden elixir. But you don't know what your plans are in the future?"
Liang Yan pondered for a while and then replied: "My disciple has gained insights along the way of swordsmanship. Now it has reached the most critical bottleneck period. I plan to collect some materials and then stay in seclusion in the sect for a few years to try my best to break through the bottleneck in front of me.
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After mentioning where the mountain is just now, almost everyone in the pavilion now knows that the "bottleneck period" mentioned by the disciple in front of me is probably about to "turn the sword into a pill".
Although they had expected this, there was still a look of horror on the faces of Shen Tusu, Pu Nansheng and others.
"If he really succeeds in breaking through, wouldn't our Yungang Sect be able to produce a 'Sword Pill Stage' monk that has not been seen in Nanchui for thousands of years?"
This is the thought that popped up in everyone's mind at the same time.
Yu Xuanji was originally deeply immersed in the news of his senior brother's death, and his eyes were full of sadness, but when he heard that his disciple was going to retreat to break through the "Sword Pill Stage", he still managed to gather some energy and asked:
"What are the materials you need to break through the bottleneck?"
Liang Yan was not ambiguous. He had already prepared for this matter and originally planned to use the power of the sect. At this time, he took out a list directly from his sleeve and handed it to Yu Xuanji.
Yu Xuanji reached out to take it, quickly scanned it with his consciousness, and frowned slightly.
"Senior brother."
He did not reply directly, but handed the list to Shan Hezai.
Shan Hezai also took the list, looked at it silently for a while, and then said: "The quality of the things you need varies. We do have a lot of some things in the Yungang Sect, but some things are extremely precious. Even with my
The Yungang Sect’s foundation cannot be easily obtained.”
Liang Yan had already expected this. After all, the materials needed to cultivate Jianwan could not all be sold on the street, and many of them were extremely precious.
"Masters and uncles, my disciples have also made some achievements this time in Hell. I already have some of the materials in the list, and I am willing to exchange other materials with the sect for the rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and patted the storage bag on his waist, and saw countless precious lights flying out, filling the entire stairs in an instant.