The four hundred and fortieth chapters eliminate the evil
Sword washing pool.
The mist is vast and stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles. Its water is extremely clear in color and extremely cold in nature. It is the source of the clearest and coldest water veins in Yuanlingtian.
Therefore, by consuming thousands of miles of water from the sword-washing pool and extracting a vat of sword-tempering spring, a natal spiritual sword worthy of the Supreme Being can be tempered.
That battle 30,000 years ago has long become a legend.
Xijianchi, a place that was once a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, has become one of the most scenic spots in Yuanlingtian.
It is a vast expanse, surrounded by gentle green mountains and hills, many monasteries, elegant buildings, criss-crossing streets, and large tracts of flowers and trees dotting it, making it look like a paradise.
The cave world that Toutuo and the others wanted to go to was near the Sword-Xi Po Pond.
That is a world that the great powers of Buddhism can open up with the power of a single thought, and only the great powers of Buddhism can open it smoothly with the corresponding Buddhist secret mantras and magical thoughts.
It took Jie Yin Toutuo and the others thousands of years to determine the rules of movement of the world portal.
However, when they first tried to open the portal, they were attacked by a group of experts. They were seriously injured and escaped, which also exposed their purpose here.
Therefore, these days, monks with extraordinary magnanimity appear around the Sword Washing Pond, in cities and villages.
In the high-altitude clouds, there are also several mountain peaks suspended, dozens of pavilions, and more than a thousand large and small warships circling back and forth.
On the sword-washing pool, there are boats of different sizes, with different materials, either magnificent or simple and low-key, mixed in with the folk fishing boats...
It seems like everything is calm, but in reality murderous intent lurks.
To the west of the Xijian Pond, there is a city covering an area of hundreds of miles, called "Sword City".
'Sword City' was built on the Sword Washing Pond, and was named after the Sword Washing Pond. It is the territory of the 'Sword Sect', the number one highest sect in Yuan Lingtian. Hundreds of thousands of master swordsmiths have gathered in the city.
, millions of good swords and famous swords are produced every year, and it is a holy place in the hearts of countless swordsmen monks in Yuan Lingtian.
A few days ago, the ambush near the Sword Washing Pond did not affect Sword City.
After all, the number of people participating in that battle was very small, and the Taoist cultivation of both sides was extremely high. The battle was resolved in a few seconds, and all battles were born within overlapping restrictions and barriers, and the area affected by the battle did not exceed ten miles.
Therefore, Sword City is still lively, and these days, it is even more lively than before, a hundred times more noisy.
It coincides with the "Sword Fate Festival" that happens once every sixty years in Sword City. The convention will last for three months. The swordsmith masters in Sword City will present the most proud and powerful swords they have forged in the past sixty years.
Please take out the most spiritual sword and let countless kendo monks taste it one by one.
People and swords are bonded, swords and people are bonded, people and swordsmen are bonded!
Ordinary monks would take this opportunity to come to Sword City and pay a lot of money for a sharp weapon to protect themselves.
Those who have kendo qualifications and are confident in their kendo skills will spend a lot of money to buy a ticket to go to the private house of a certain sword-making master, and ask about fate with the sword forged by the master, and see if they can take home a magic weapon.
Treasure.
And those monks with excellent qualifications and innocent backgrounds not only want to get a magical weapon at this grand event, but also want to stand out and let the elders and celebrities of the Sword Sect see their qualifications and talents, so as to reach the sky in one step and worship them.
A disciple of a certain powerful master from Jianmen.
In the void, streaks of sword light danced vertically and horizontally.
On the ground, every swordsman looked proud.
The streets and alleys were full of sword cultivators walking around in the cold air.
In the tavern and inn, countless kendo monks were gesticulating and making loud noises. Their swords were flying freely as they talked, and their swords were soaring into the sky.
In previous years' Sword Edge Festival, whenever Yuan Lingtian's kendo monks came from all directions to Sword City, other types of monks, regardless of pills, formations, talismans, Gu, and all kinds of monks who practiced the Dharma lineage, would retreat for hundreds of thousands of miles.
, for fear of running into this group of sword madmen who draw their swords at each other.
But this year...
Because of the battle a few days ago, there were many masters with obscure auras in Sword City. Accompanied by the Sword Sect masters, they swaggered through the city, and from time to time they had various frictions and conflicts with some swordsmen monks.
In the southeast corner of Sword City, on a small peninsula, in a pavilion near the water, a group of monks with robes and high crowns and extraordinary bearing were sitting leaning on the railing.
In the center was an old man who was about two feet tall, with flaming hair, and two arms as thick as an ordinary person's waist. His body was filled with heat and the smell of burnt metal. With a solemn expression, he gently took out a handle from an iron box.
Nine-foot long sword.
The sword is nine feet long and a palm wide, but it is as thin as a cicada's wing and its color is like autumn water.
The long sword had just been taken out, and nothing unusual was seen. However, the old man's right index finger flicked on the sword, and suddenly there was a sword cry as high as the clouds. Thousands of dense sword intentions suddenly swept around, and in the sound of "chichi", the waterside pavilion
The water in the sword-washing pool outside suddenly split into thousands of extremely fine and deep water marks.
Around the waterside pavilion, countless flowers, plants and trees shattered into pieces and exploded into puffs of colorful mist.
In the water pavilion, all the monks applauded and praised: "Good sword, good sword!"
The old man with thick arms put his hands on his hips and bowed solemnly to the young man and woman sitting in the direction of the main seat: "This is a sword embryo created by heaven and earth that I spent thirty-three years by chance.
Combined with countless rare materials and carefully forged, the 'Hundred Flowers Kill' means 'the golden wind is bleak and the flowers are colorless'... With one sword, murderous intent fills the world and annihilates the hundreds of flowers."
"Please also invite Shaozong and Mr. Yin to taste it."
The old man smiled innocently and stuttered a bit when speaking.
Obviously, this is a pure technical otaku who is not used to some scene activities.
But among today's guests, there is one whose identity is really scary. Even if he is a carefree person, even if he is one of the top ten master craftsmen among the countless swordsmiths in Sword City, he still has to serve him carefully.
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The youngest daughter of the contemporary headmaster of Jianmen surpassed all her brothers and sisters at a young age and was confirmed as the next headmaster of Jianmen. She also received the support of all the supreme masters, elders, and major clans within Jianmen.
, the leaders of the factions unanimously supported it.
Sitting on the main seat, she was tall and dressed in male attire, but she also applied rouge and gouache, not concealing her identity as a woman. Jianmen Shaozong Bai Yuan (yuan, meaning big turtle!!!) yawned. He glanced sideways at Baihuasha and nodded lightly: "This sword is a bit interesting, but...it doesn't seem to fit my temperament!"
All the monks in the waterside pavilion laughed one after another. An old man with white hair, white beard, eyes like stars, and a strange charm that transcended the world and the world. At first glance, he looked like a distinguished man and said with a smile: "Young Master. What he said is absolutely true, Shaozong is a man of heaven, a person destined to attain immortality. The quality of Baihuasha, Huo Yuan has also worked hard, and it is also the highest quality among the acquired spiritual treasures... But How can I be worthy of Shaozong?"
All the monks agreed one after another, saying that what the "Old Man from Heavenly Book" said was very reasonable.
The Huoyuan swordsman laughed awkwardly, and rubbed it vigorously with his two rough hands, staring straight at his proud work without daring to say a word.
The white turtle chuckled, crossed her legs, took a green brocade-patterned fruit from the fruit plate held by the maid next to her, peeled it off, and carefully fed it to the man sitting next to her. He is a tall and handsome young man, but there is an air of playfulness in his bones.
The young man also yawned lazily, opened his mouth, took the fruit that the white turtle had fed to his mouth, chewed it randomly twice, spit out the core, swallowed the pulp in one gulp, and put his right hand down rudely. He put his hands on Bai Liu's knees and gently rubbed them in front of many people.
In the waterside pavilion, a group of top monks in Yuan Lingtian turned their heads one after another, pretending not to see what the young master named Yin did.
It is not their turn to discipline the young sects of Jianmen.
The matter between Shaozong and her friends... Unless her father personally intervenes, who would dare to whisper?
Mr. Yin picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Xiao Bai, this sword is too big, too powerful, and domineering. It is far different from your gentle and gentle temperament... But don't you think , this sword is barely enough, is it worthy of me?"
Mr. Yin stood up, walked back and forth in front of the white turtle with his head held high, then grabbed Baihuasha and hung it on his belt.
Mr. Yin is over ten feet tall and has a rather majestic figure. This sword is nine feet long. Fitted to his body, it brings out a bit of heroic and mighty majesty.
Bai Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, he clapped hard and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, really good...Brother Yin is indeed very powerful with this sword. Now, I will accept this sword...You, you, What's it called? Fire, Fire, Fire Kite? How much do you want to sell this sword for?"
Huoyuan Sword Master's face turned red, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched.
In Sword City, with his status and seniority, every sword he owns cannot be measured by money.
But... Sword City is the territory of Jianmen. Ninety-nine percent of the swordsmiths in Sword City are affiliated with Jianmen... Bai Yuan's words were a bit insulting. He treated Huo Yuan like a small businessman. But what can he do?
After coughing dryly, Swordsman Huoyuan forced out a smile: "As long as the young master is happy, what's the matter without money? This is my little wish!"
Bai Yuan glanced sideways at Huoyuan Sword Master, nodded, and said calmly: "That's fine, I accept this offer. It shows that you have not lived such a long life in vain, and you are a filial piety person."
"Hehe" laughed, Bai Yuan threw away the Fire Kite Sword Master, and pointed at Mr. Tianshu who just spoke.
"This small gathering, sword tasting is just a side event. Mr. Tianshu, I specially asked someone to come to you... You are one of the top three fortune tellers in Yuan Lingtian. You can predict heavenly secrets, tell fortunes, and read Feng Shui. It is said that
Are you not proficient in anything?"
"Here, let me see, are Brother Yin and I a match made in heaven? Are we a match made in heaven? Haha... I don't know why, the first time I saw Brother Yin, I felt like
I owed him everything in my previous life, hey, I really like him!"
An extremely sharp murderous aura flashed through Bai Yu's eyes, and he stared straight at Mr. Tianshu, who had a dull look on his face.
"Brother Yin and I must, must, definitely be destined to be a good match, right?"
He once accurately predicted the actions of Jie Yin Toutuo and other Mahakala's great masters, allowing a group of sect masters to accurately ambush Jie Yin Toutuo and his party in the Sword Washing Pond. Mr. Tianshu's fortune telling ability was definitely among the best in Yuan Lingtian.
He was stiff, and countless cold sweats broke out from his back.
