When Wu Jie finally succeeded in merging the power of creation and the essence of Lihuo into Nanming Lihuo, at the Tianwaitian Blood Demon Sect's martial arts training ground, Yin Shuang was urging the sword technique to use the sword technique from the Mad Demon Sect - according to their internal
According to legend, it's called Shenmen Wuzong - the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation, beheaded with one sword.
Although due to the rules, she could not kill the opponent with the sword, the fierce murderous intention contained in the flying sword still invaded the opponent's body, causing the handsome man who was so proud and arrogant just now to roll and scream on the ground, like a quilt.
Dog with broken leg.
He was so miserable, but the elders of the Wuzong who were very concerned about him just now were dismissive of him, and all their eyes fell on Yin Shuang.
People in the Demon Sect always only look at the results, not the process. Yin Shuang is very skilled in swordsmanship and won the duel, and that was enough.
No one cares about a loser. Even if he was a genius disciple of Wu Zong half an hour ago, he has lost his value now.
In the three-sect fight, only one trump card is enough to enter the Taoist realm. The rest of the people are just foils, and even cannon fodder who will use their lives to clear the way for her and help her win when necessary.
This is the magic gate, the winner gets everything and the loser gets nothing.
"The swordsmanship is very good." Bo Fu, the leader of the Wuzong in a feathered cloak, said in a deep voice, "But the sword is terrible! This fierce bird sword will be placed with you first. If it performs well during the three-sect fight, it will be yours.
It’s over!”
Yin Shuang respectfully received the flying sword that was as red as blood, and the surprise in her eyes could not be concealed.
The Ferocious Bird Sword was personally refined by the master of the Bo Fu Sect back then. Not only was it incredibly powerful, it also suppressed the soul of an extremely cruel ominous bird, "Yang Kuku". When released at a critical moment, it could be as powerful as a refining monk.
With this sword, Sect Leader Bo Fu experienced countless battles and killed many enemies, and gained a huge reputation. But today, this sword is of little use to him and only serves as a souvenir.
significance.
He awarded this sword to Yin Shuang, even if it was only temporary, it already made many people frown and secretly speculate on his intentions.
This absolutely cannot be explained by the simple word "appreciation". After all, Yin Shuang is not a disciple of the Wuzong, but a disciple of the Blood Sect!
The relationship between the eight sects of Shenmen is definitely not harmonious. Although the relationship between the Wuzong and the Blood Sect is not bad, it can't be considered friendly. The majestic leader of the Wuzong would actually give a sword that made him famous in his youth to a Blood Sect disciple.
This can't help but make people think too much.
Some quick-thinking people are speculating whether the Wuzong and the Blood Sect have formed an alliance? Is this sword a reward for the ally's favorite disciple?
Some of the straightforward ones stared at the sword with greed, making no secret of their greed for it.
There were even some people with cold tempers, their eyes swept over Yin Shuang's body, as if they were looking for her flaws and wanted to kick her out of her radiant position and replace her.
But no matter who they are, they must show enough respect to the powerful Master Bofu. At least before the three religions fight, they will never dare to attack Yin Shuang.
For example, Batu, who lost to her today, even though he hated her to the core, he could only get up reluctantly, squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and congratulate her.
Of course, when the three religions fight, will someone stab her in the back? That's not uncertain, but very certain.
If you don’t stab someone in the back, you’re still considered a member of the Divine Sect!
After a while, people gradually dispersed. Yin Shuang stood on the martial arts training ground without saying a word, holding the Fierce Bird Sword, and fell into deep thought.
"Disciple, your swordsmanship has improved again!" Her master, the blood sect elder Binlin, walked over slowly, with a rare sincere smile on his wrinkled old face, "To this day,
Finally got into the palace!"
"If it weren't for the guidance of the master, how could the disciples have achieved what they have today!"
"You're too humble. I'm not good at sword control as a teacher. How can I teach a disciple like you?" Binlin's eyes turned into lines when he smiled, but he didn't feel any warmth at all. "How can you learn from Taoism?
From the secret book "Three Questions of Heaven", I understood this swordsmanship, which is indeed an extraordinary talent. It's a pity that I was born in the outer world. If it is better than the world of Jiuzhou..."
Yin Shuang hurriedly knelt down and replied loudly: "This disciple is born as a member of the divine sect, and dies as a ghost outside the sky. I vow to use this Tianwen Sword Technique obtained from the Taoist sect to kill all the hypocrites of the Taoist sect!"
"oh?"
"Master, you taught me that it doesn't matter whether something is stolen or not. As long as the owner of the thing is dead, there will be no problem with its origin. I think the same is true for the Tianwen Sword Jue."
Sect Master Binlin stroked his beard, nodded slightly, and his figure turned into a streak of blood and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Yin Shuang knelt on the ground for a long time, only to feel a cold feeling in her heart. The joy of winning the treasure just now was long gone.
But her face didn't show a trace of it. After living in Shenmen for so many years, she had already learned to hide her feelings - living here, if she didn't have this ability, she would probably have died long ago.
The expressions on the faces of everyone here have nothing to do with the thoughts in their hearts. Even the seemingly rough and straightforward Master Bo Fu, no one knows what he is thinking in his heart.
No one here will tell the truth, and no one will trust others. What everyone thinks about all day long is how to knock others down and climb up on others' bodies. To do this, they use any means, including force and intelligence...
…As long as you can climb up, that’s a good idea!
So the most important thing here is disguise, because being seen through means exposing your weakness, and you will die quickly if you expose your weakness. The Tianwai Shenmen is like a huge refining field, constantly eliminating those who are not strong enough, leaving only those who are weak.
A strong man with impeccable strength and spirit.
She doesn't know if other people like this kind of life, but she doesn't like it at all!
She is not someone who was born in the outer world and accepted this moral outlook since childhood. She is a time traveler, someone who has an unforgettable past and has already developed her own moral outlook!
Over the years, she has disguised herself very well, but she feels increasingly haggard and powerless. She may have reached her mental limit and can no longer bear the conflict between her heart and the outside world.
If this continues, sooner or later he will either go crazy or die.
She is frantically eager to find someone she can trust even slightly, to whom she can confide her bitterness and vent the pressure accumulated over the years. Even if it means taking some risks and paying some price, she is willing!
But here, she couldn't find anyone to talk to, and she couldn't find anyone to trust.
Until not long ago…
After returning from the netherworld, her swordsmanship has improved tremendously. According to the teacher, it was the clear thoughts in her heart that caused her swordsmanship to break through the bottleneck.
But no one knew that her idea was clear because she finally found a companion.
Someone who lives a righteous life, has a good character, is highly capable, and the most important thing is someone who understands her and comes from the same hometown as her.
Qingyang Temple, Wu Jie!
When she thought that in this vast world, there were people from the same place as herself, people who could understand her, and people who were willing to show kindness to her regardless of the distinction between good and evil, she felt that all the barriers in her heart were gone, and the sky was filled with dark clouds.
Being cut off by a sword, full of determination to move forward.
That Wu Jie is not older than her, but he is already the most outstanding disciple of the righteous way. As a fellow traveler, she cannot lose to him!
So during this period of time, she frantically looked for people to compete with, and beat almost all the younger masters from the eight sects of Shenmen.
Wu Zong Han Feng, who was defeated by her just now, was the last one.
From now on, she will be the strongest of the younger generation of Shenmen!
The girl with white hair and red eyes looked at the sea of clouds from a distance, as if looking through the sea of clouds, she saw the figure who shook hands with her in the netherworld.
My fellow countryman, when the three religions are fighting, let’s have a good fight!
Wu Jie didn't think as far as Yin Shuang did. He now has a headache and feels a little regretful.
After refining Nanming Lihuo, it would be unwise to take it out hastily!
When the news spread that he had refined Nanming Lihuo, the entire Qingyang Temple was in a state of excitement. Even the headmaster Zhenshi Zhenshi, who had always been calm and indifferent, as if he was calm even when the sky was falling and the earth was falling, was shocked.
For this reason, the head master even broke his usual routine, jumped up from under the tree where he was napping, and rushed to Wu Jie's small building.
A crowd of people gathered around the door of the small building. The masters of Gang Ning Yuan and even Dan Huan Dan stared at the strange invisible and colorless flame in Wu Jie's hand without blinking.
Blink.
"This is... Nanming Lihuo?!"
"Such a big group?!"
"I must have been busy doing research during this period and was too tired..."
"I must be dreaming! Wake up quickly!"
"...It turns out that my life these years has been an illusion. It turns out that I am still going through the inner demon tribulation of Cheng Dan!"
Hearing the messy words, Master Zhenshi's eyelids twitched again and again, and finally he couldn't hold it back anymore. He roared like a fire dragon and drove away all those guys who were stimulated by the news that "Wu Jie was refined into Nanming Lihuo" and talked nonsense.
Then he came to Wu Jie, who seemed to be stunned, and patted him heavily on the shoulder.
"Well done!" He gave Wu Jie a thumbs up, "Do you know that the value of your achievement is even more than winning the three teachings acting!"
"I don't know, disciple...it shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?"
"...In terms of face, of course it is more glorious to win the three teachings, but face cannot be eaten! What we as Taoists pursue is immortality and soaring to the sky. In this process, no matter how many enemies are killed, it is not as good as
It is important to make yourself better." Master Zhenshi said with a smile, "You have made Nanming Lihuo, filling a gap in the Taoism of the world, and will bring huge changes to our sect!"
"Master, if you have anything to say, just tell me."
"Haha...you kid is so smart! I have some things here that need to be processed with Nanming Lihuo..."
After a while, the head master left with a smile. Wu Jie sat in the small bamboo building, looking at the pile of rare treasures on the ground with a sad face.
