"Hurry up, hurry up, the world of ghosts and Buddhas is ahead."

"The battlefield should be near the stone monument of the Zhongyuan Realm. Matchmaker Jin Xing preached at that place before. Hurry up and get a safe place to watch the battle!"

"After all, it's a battle between the former Sword Immortal, or a battle between the Ghost Sword Immortal and the current No. 1 Sword Immortal in the Five Regions. Is this the 'supreme' thing?"

"Of course! Half a year ago I was drunk in the wind and squatted down, but now I have watched this battle live. It should be recorded in the history books! But I feel that the aftermath of the Sword Immortal Battle will shatter us..."

"What kind of battle between the Sword Immortals? I'm afraid it's not a battle between the Holy Emperor and the Ancestral Gods. It's okay for the Ghost Sword Immortal to defeat Master Shou. If we fight the Eighth Sword Immortal, there must be someone between the two who can open the mysterious door!"

"Oh my God! That's the Xuanmiao Gate, Mr. Gu's Xuanmiao Gate..."

Streams of light passed across the sky, like locusts crossing the border and pounced on the fire in the world of ghosts and Buddhas.

Xiao Wanfeng stepped on the Xuan Cang Divine Sword and followed the large army of spiritual masters, naturally merging into the high-altitude crowd, and his ears were full of heated discussions.

Only after walking out of the cross-domain teleportation formation along the way did he know that the matchmaker Jin Xingzhuan and the news of Master Shou's return had caused turmoil in the five domains.

There is no shortage of strong bones in the world of spiritual refining.

There is no shortage of seekers who would die if they heard the Tao in the morning.

There are people who give up halfway like being drunk in the wind, but generally speaking, they are still a minority.

After all, not everyone can ride the wind into the sky and enjoy endless glory and wealth after turning into a dragon and returning to the sea.

Most people are seeking enlightenment while still struggling with five buckets of rice.

Xiao Wanfeng was the same, he didn't have many spiritual crystals in his body, and when he was watching the battle of the Sword Immortal in Fengjia City, he only had meat buns or squashed meat cakes to satisfy his hunger three times a day.

"I heard that ancient sword cultivators from all over the country are coming."

When entering the Zhongyuan Realm, the discussion about the "Sword Immortal Decisive Battle" becomes even more heated.

The vibrations coming from Xuan Cang from time to time also let Xiao Wanfeng know that most of the sword masters from all over the five regions had actually come over to witness the decisive battle.

There is still an old city in the Zhongyuan Realm, named Fusang City, which is within the realm of ghosts and Buddhas. Most of the native people have moved away, after all, to avoid sneak attacks by ghosts.

At this time, the wine shops at the gate of Fusang City were busy, and they were busy with the passing spiritual masters. They became a temporary stop for spectators of the Sword Immortal's decisive battle.

"Leaving Fusang City and entering the Fusang Mountains, about two thousand three hundred miles to the west, you can see the stone monument of the Zhongyuan Realm. About seven hundred miles to the northwest, the place where sword thoughts are most condensed and flourishing is named Lingyu Mountain."

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is probably in Lingyu Mountain!"

In the past few days, the Fusang City plot in Zhongyuan Realm has been thoroughly studied by spiritual refiners from all over the five regions.

Everyone showed their magical powers and calculated the approximate location of the Eighth Sword Immortal based on the coordinates and information exposed by Matchmaker Jinxing.

"Lingyu Mountain..."

Xiao Wanfeng knows this place and has been going there often for half a year.

The most famous thing about Lingyu Mountain is the Fumulang and Lingyu trees on the mountain, which are both ninth-grade spiritual trees.

While the main palace of Fusang City was still there and the branch hall of the Holy Temple was still there, it was forbidden to cut down these two kinds of spiritual trees inside and outside the city, and violators would be punished.

After all, this is the root of Fusang City's spiritual energy and the foundation of the city's protective formation.

It doesn't matter now.

But no one touched the mulberry tree.

After all, after being immersed in the world of ghosts and Buddhas for half a year, even the spiritual refiner couldn't bear it. The ninth-grade spiritual trees and so on had already been contaminated.

At the west gate of Fusang City, wine shops are wine shops, inns are wine shops, and even some former shops and residences have been developed into wine shops.

The wine shops are crowded together, and so are the people.

The spiritual refiner drank heavily, pointed out the situation, talked loudly, and argued until his face turned red, but no one dared to cause trouble.

When people gather together, they are not afraid of ghosts.

Among the crowd watching the battle, the largest number were those from the Throne Realm, and there were also many Taixu masters.

Some have extraordinary bearing and seem to have returned to their original nature, while others suspect that they are semi-saints.

Under such circumstances, who dares to stir up trouble?

Nowadays, Fusang City is full of good and bad people. If you get upset, you can just hit a boy, but it turns out that he is actually an old-style half-saint who has a quirk and likes to turn into a boy...

The outcome is self-evident.

They are all here to watch the fun. Even if there are dead disciples and evil people, this place is more stable than the cross street corner under the rule of the Lord of the Four Streets.

There is no such thing as Xiao Qiang's fault, and the half-saint ghost certainly doesn't dare to get close to him - it is the instinct of all living beings to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and the undead are no exception.

"It's actually safer..."

Xiao Wanfeng carried his sword with him and slapped it on the table openly.

Under the cover of the famous sword's self-obstruction and his hidden sword skills, not many people could recognize that this was the divine sword Xuan Cang that Rao Yaoyao would never recognize in his life.

At this time, he was sitting in an inn with the sign of "Fusheng Winery", listening to the discussions of the people around him.

The ceiling of the inn had been chopped off by an unknown person with a sword, leaving only two walls. Even the guest rooms on the second floor were smashed into pieces. The ceiling was completely open, just to connect it with the wine shop outside and make it easier for discussion.

The drinkers come from all over the world, ranging from the head of a hidden family to an unknown knight in the countryside.

Those who dare to come to the Ghost and Buddha Realm and go deep into Fusang City, which is close to the center of the battlefield, are not short-sighted or narrow-minded.

The information they brought was far more credible and important than what was discussed in the cross-domain transmission array:

"Hey, have you heard that Gu Qing 1, 2, 3, 4 and so on were directly brought over by Wen Jianxian to watch the battle. This battle must be of great benefit. I don't know where they are now."

"Brother, what you said is true. I am the worshiper outside the Sword Burial Tomb. The surprise appearance of Immortal Wen Jian the day before yesterday made everyone very excited."

"Gu Qing 1, 2, 3, 4, in front of tens of thousands of people, he came with the order. He also walked through the teleportation formation, but the ancient sword was not as fast as the spiritual refiners like me, haha."

Buried outside the Sword Tomb?

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised. He looked at the man and saw that he was dressed as a swordsman and had a spiritual sword on his waist, but he was not an ancient swordsman.

With just one glance, Xiao Wanfeng knew that this man was still a spiritual refiner in essence, and had not even mastered the innate sword sense.

A good swordsman...

Xiao Wanfeng took a sip of tea.

Maybe it’s because he served as the tea-server on the first floor in the sky, and he likes tea better than wine.

And after following Xu Shaosha through the world and being completely recognized by the Divine Sword Xuan Cang, he no longer had stage fright. He had doubts in his heart and spoke openly:

"Wen Jianxian didn't come?"

Seven Sword Immortal Wen Ting, if he came to Lingyu Mountain to watch the battle, it would be called breaking news, and the Sword Burial Tomb would be empty of people - all of them would follow him to Fusang City.

"Haha, little brother, you are not from the Eastern Region. Wen Jianxian can't leave the tomb easily. There are so many swords in the sword tomb, and someone needs to take care of it."

The spirit refiner dressed as a swordsman was watched by everyone, and he said with high spirits: "Wen Jianxian showed up that day and ordered the four disciples to enter the world of ghosts and Buddhas. This was the only high-profile appearance in decades. We have never seen his true appearance."

Xiao Wanfeng nodded and said nothing, but he had his own thoughts in his heart.

After following Mr. Shou for a while, he also knew how to gauge people's hearts. Wen Ting made a high-profile statement to others, intending to guard the mountain, but it was actually possible that he himself wanted to come and watch the battle.

Even if the real person doesn't come, there should be some means to watch the battle from a distance, and maybe he will enter the scene at the critical moment.

Shou Ye fights Hua Changdeng, or Ba Zunzhen fights Hua Changdeng. Is this a matter of "Sword Immortal Decisive Battle"?

yes!

But Xiao Wanfeng knew better that this was just the beginning, not the end.

The pattern of the Five Domains is like a stretched arrow, which affects the whole body. No matter who wins or loses, there will be consequences.

If an ancestral god comes, characters like those who watch the graves in the Sword Tomb should not be able to stay out of it.

The tall man held up the sky when it fell.

In addition to the Holy Slave and the First Tower in the Heaven, these famous mountains, large sects, and prominent families have to send out people when they should, and they still have to explode when they need to.

"The ten seats may not be hidden anymore." Xiao Wanfeng thought in his heart.

At this moment, Xuan Cang trembled slightly, and Xiao Wanfeng also felt someone watching him. He turned around and saw a person sitting alone in a wine shop across the street.

He was a middle-aged man with a crown, a beard, and a black cloud-patterned robe. He had a sword at his waist, and he was not an ancient swordsman.

Xiao Wanfeng was surprised but recognized his identity.

Xiao Qixiu!

Others may not know this person, but he paid special attention to him during the Seven Sword Immortal Controversy. He was a spiritual sword cultivator who was trying to open up a new path.

The final battle, between Xiao Qixiu and Yang Xizhi, is a closed battle, and no one knows the process and ending.

After the battle, Yang Lao voluntarily withdrew from the competition for the Seven Swords Immortal Ranking. Not long after, the Seven Swords Immortal Ranking was sealed. Xiao Wanfeng guessed that Xiao Qixiu won.

pity……

Two generations of sword immortals seek Wuqi, and Xu Xiaoliu comes to visit Beixi.

In the final evaluation of the sword tower, it seemed that a pure spiritual sword cultivator would not be able to rank high, but Xiao Wanfeng knew that this person should have the appearance of a swordsman.

Xiao Qixiu had a blood demon on his back, which was much more ferocious than what he had seen half a year ago. He must have killed a lot of people with blood.

Looking at it at this time, his eyes only stopped for a moment on Xuan Cangjian. When he saw that it attracted attention, he stopped paying attention and nodded slightly to Xiao Wanfeng.
To be continued...