Hearing Yun Zheng mention that the predecessor of Xue Po Palace was called Snow Sword Palace, Liu Qinghuan was surprised and said: "You want that sword?"
Yun Zheng looked at him as if he were a fool: "Why would I want someone else's sword of the soul? Sword repairmen's swords cannot be replaced casually. What's more, after the death of its owner, even if the sword did not break itself, the sword spirit
He must be dead too."
Sword cultivators and swords have an extremely close relationship. Their fates are linked to each other, and their minds are connected. Most of their cultivation and understanding of swords and Tao are concentrated on that sword. It can be said that the sword is the person, and the person is the sword.
Therefore, after a sword cultivator finds a sword that suits him, he will concentrate on cultivating the sword. As his cultivation level improves, the power of the sword will become more and more powerful. It is far better than replacing a good sword when he sees one.
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Never leaving, accompanying each other in life and death, is used to describe the relationship between the sword cultivator and his sword, so Yun Zheng said that the sword spirit that sank into the ground of Xue Po Palace was dead.
Liu Qinghuan was even more puzzled: "If it's not for the sword, then why are you still here?"
As soon as these words came out, he felt a strong murderous intention suddenly leaking out of Yun Zheng, but only for a moment, he took it back, and a disgusting smile appeared on his face again: "Didn't I say it before?
,Of course it’s because of Qianjin…”
Seeing Liu Qinghuan's expression, he finally swallowed the word "sister" at the end.
At the same time, Liu Qinghuan heard four words as thin as a mosquito: "Bing Xin Jian Gu."
As mentioned before, sword cultivators have to choose their own sword of the soul from a very early age, but at that time their cultivation level was low, and the swords they could get were naturally unlikely to be peerless swords. Although the sword of the soul will change over time.
The accumulation of cultivation will improve with the improvement of the monk's cultivation level, but the low quality at the beginning is a fact that is difficult to change.
Therefore, sword cultivators will search for various precious materials and continuously smelt them into their swords to improve the quality of their swords. Sword gall is a very top-notch spiritual material.
Liu Qinghuan somewhat understood Yun Zheng's reason for staying, but she didn't understand why he showed a deep fear of Xue Po Palace and pretended to be under a spell of ecstasy.
He also asked via voice transmission: "What's going on with you? Is there any way I can help? With you and me, it's not impossible to turn this Snow Palace upside down. Why bother..."
Yun Zheng gave him a quick wink, patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "So you go back to Jiutian Yunxiao first. I feel very free here. Maybe I can go to Wuxiang Xuanwei in the future. Wait.
I’ll come back to you when I have time.”
Liu Qinghuan was stunned. He couldn't even transmit sound?
Wuxiang Xuanwei, is he answering his question? It means that the backer behind Xuepo Palace is Wuxiang Xuanwei, one of the largest forces in Qingming, so he cannot move casually.
He frowned deeply: "You really don't need my help?"
Yunzheng waved his hand impatiently: "No need, just leave quickly! Don't get discovered when you go out, otherwise I won't be able to explain to others."
Liu Qinghuan was pushed out by him and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll wait for you outside in the Ice City."
"I know, I'll come find you when I have time."
He had been waiting for more than half a month. Just when he couldn't hold himself back and was about to enter Xuepo Palace again, he heard a loud noise suddenly coming from that direction!
When Liu Qinghuan went out, he saw that the fire that could not be suppressed even by a blizzard had already turned half the sky red. Screams and shouts came from far away. He saw a group of people rushing out of the Snow Po Palace, followed by several female cultivators. Two
Fang soon started fighting.
Liu Qinghuan felt something bad, and arrived nearby in a few flashes, only to find that the female cultivators fighting were mostly male cultivators, and all of them had angry faces with a look of humiliation on their faces.
A male cultivator turned around with a sword and shouted at the female cultivator chasing him: "Bitch, you still dare to appear in front of me!"
The female cultivator had a graceful figure, and a ribbon of glow flew out from her long sleeves, entangled with the oncoming sword light. The expression on her face was very cold: "Why, a few hours ago, weren't you still saying that you were pretending to be in your heart?"
Is it all me who wants to change your mind so quickly?"
Angrily, the male cultivator suddenly raised his hand and threw something out. With a clang, the object fell to the ground and shattered into pieces of crystal. A pink shadow floated up, and soon turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
"If this thing hadn't controlled my sanity, I would have fallen in love with you, an ugly monster! This time, if it hadn't been for the guidance of an expert, I still wouldn't have woken up. You just used me as a cauldron and kept sucking my semen.
Yuan Cultivation yourself! If you, Xue Po Palace, have created such evil and poisonous things, aren’t you afraid that you will be reviled by the entire world of immortality when the truth comes out?”
"Giggle!" The female cultivator let out a laugh like a silver bell: "Spitting? Isn't this a normal thing in the world of cultivating immortals? Aren't there many of you male cultivators who have imprisoned female cultivators and used them as furnaces?
You guys can’t stand it if you come here? What’s more, I haven’t tortured you physically. Aren’t you sleeping happily in my bed every day, hahaha!”
The male cultivator roared in anger and rushed towards the other party: "I'll kill you, you poisonous woman!"
Similar conversations like this were heard in every corner in front of Xue Po Palace. Even inside the palace, many men and women could be seen fighting fiercely.
Many monks who came over to watch the excitement burst into laughter when they saw such a scene, pointing and pointing at them.
Liu Qinghuan secretly spoke, and passed directly past these people, and was swept into the Snow Po Palace like the wind, while secretly guessing in his heart.
I'm afraid what happened today is closely related to Yun Zheng, and he took advantage of the chaos to do something.
Therefore, he rushed directly towards the place where the spiritual power fluctuated most violently, passing through many ice palaces along the way. When he encountered an obstacle, he waved the opponent away without politeness.
A valley appeared in front of him, and the familiar cold sword intent rippling in the wind allowed him to determine Yunzheng's position, and his speed suddenly increased.
"Who is it, stop!" A low roar suddenly sounded, and a person rushed out from behind, blocking his way.
But it was the old woman who was said to be serving the Palace Master of Xue Po Palace before. When she saw Liu Qinghuan putting on a defensive posture as if facing a formidable enemy, she shouted with a straight face: "Ahead is the secret place of my palace. Fellow Taoist!
You have to come in by yourself, otherwise...hum!"
Liu Qinghuan glanced at her and was too lazy to talk nonsense. The sword light flashed between his eyebrows, and the Fusheng Sword escaped through the void in the blink of an eye, appeared behind the old woman, and chopped off her head!
The old woman's face was shocked, her stooped body dwarfed, and a long mace appeared in each hand, bringing out strings of flying ice flowers, which could barely block the Fusheng Sword, and screamed: "Fellow Taoist, are you determined to fight with me?"
The entire Snow Po Palace is the enemy?!"
"So what!" Liu Qinghuan snorted coldly. He flipped his hand over and took out a fiery red crystal gourd. When he touched it with his fingertips, he saw the secret fairy characters on the gourd light up quickly one by one.