He frowned and walked around the valley, but couldn't find any trace of this strangeness.
"Brother Li, did you find anything?" Jing Xiaojie asked curiously.
Chu Li frowned and shook his head.
Looking at his appearance, Jing Xiaojie discovered something and said with a smile: "If there are any clues, maybe there is no need to deduce the Divine Sword of Death. The sect will directly make you a worshipper. This place is about to be turned to pieces. A little clue."
No, I gave up later, thinking I might have made a mistake.”
Chu Li didn't speak, and continued to pace with his hands behind his hands, measuring the valley step by step.
Jing Xiaojie followed him and stared at him curiously.
Seeing him frowning, thinking deeply, but unable to find the source and falling into distress, she couldn't help but find it interesting. The corners of his delicate and smooth mouth slowly turned up, feeling that Chu Li was inexplicably a little more beautiful at this moment.
She is so charming and suddenly looks much better.
An hour later, Chu Li stopped where he was, standing exactly where he was standing before, and sighed.
Having walked through every inch of the entire valley, he not only observed it through the Great Round Mirror, but also stepped on it himself, feeling the strangeness of the soil and vegetation to ensure that there was no formation.
Formations can be divided into innate and acquired formations. Acquired formations are made by man-made things. Innate formations are created by heaven and earth. They cannot be done by human beings. They are often more powerful and he may not be aware of them.
Originally, he thought that there might be an innate formation in this valley, which gave him that weird feeling, vague and vague, but unable to see clearly.
After personally measuring the valley, he had already rejected this idea. There was indeed no formation in the valley.
"Did you find anything strange?" Jing Xiaojie asked.
She looked up at the sky. Dusk was already rising and it was almost getting dark.
Chu Li sighed: "No."
"Not at all?" Jing Xiaojie asked.
Chu Li shook his head.
Jing Xiaojie looked disappointed and sighed: "That means we can't deduce the location of the Sword of Death."
Chu Li smiled bitterly and said: "Deduction cannot be born out of thin air. You need to use falsehoods to find the truth. If there is nothing to borrow, deduction is just a castle in the air. Everything is illusion and not real."
"Then no matter what, we can always deduce it and see." Jing Xiaojie said: "You can also fool it first."
Chu Li looked at her in surprise.
Jing Xiaojie said: "If you can't find the clue to the Divine Sword of Death, then you will never be able to offer it as an offering. This is a rule and no one can break it. Even the sect master has no right to offer you as an offering!"
Chu Li smiled: "Is it so strict?"
"Consecration requires the consent of all the elders before entering." Jing Xiaojie said: "Whether they agree or not depends on whether they meet the standards, so Brother Li, you must find the Death Sword, otherwise the elders will never agree.
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Chu Li sighed and said, "Then let me give it a try."
"Let's go!" Jing Xiaojie said hurriedly.
The two returned to the garden again and stopped in front of the round jade stone.
Chu Li stretched out his hand to touch the jade stone, then closed his eyes, made a hand seal with his hands, and murmured in his mouth, his clairvoyance was activated.
"Bang!" He suddenly flew backwards and sprayed a bloody arrow in the air.
Jing Xiaojie hurriedly stepped forward to hold him up and prevent him from falling: "Brother Li, what's the matter?"
Chu Li shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What a powerful Sword of Eternal Light!"
Looking through the origin of this piece of jade, he discovered that a strange sword lightly sliced through a huge piece of jade, cutting out such a piece of stone like tofu.
As soon as Chu Li saw the glowing sword light, his mind felt like a huge impact, his vision went black, he vomited blood and flew backwards, already injured.
Jing Xiaojie was overjoyed: "Brother Li, have you figured out where the Sword of Death is?"
Chu Li shook his head.
Jing Xiaojie asked: "What's going on?"
Chu Li sighed and said, "I just vaguely saw this sword, but I don't know where it is and can't see clearly."
"Alas..." Jing Xiaojie said helplessly: "All your hard work was in vain!"
She looked at Chu Li with disappointment and said: "Brother Li, this is a rare opportunity. If you miss it, I'm afraid you will never be able to enter Nantianmen again...otherwise you should fool me first!"
Chu Li hurriedly waved his hand: "This matter is not trivial and inappropriate."
"Brother Li, just say you know where it is. It wasn't there when you looked for it. Just say it was taken by someone else." Jing Xiaojie tilted her head and said, "By the way, you can also say that this Sword of Eternal Light is extremely mysterious and can know itself."
It evaded recourse, so no one has been able to get it for all these years."
Chu Li laughed: "Miss Jing, thank you very much, but you still can't lie like this, there will be endless troubles!"
"Alas...Brother Li, you are so stupid!" Jing Xiaojie was anxious.
She regarded Chu Li as her savior, so she had been trying every means to push Chu Li to enter the Nantianmen as an enshrinement. She had already tried her best to intercede within the sect, and also came to introduce the Sword of Death in person.
Chu Li said: "It seems that my ability is not enough."
Jing Xiaojie frowned and thought.
She suddenly raised her head and said: "Brother Li, through deduction, did you see what the Eternal Light Sword looks like?"
Chu Li nodded slowly and said, "Yes, I saw it myself."
"That's amazing. So far, no one has seen it with their own eyes!" Jing Xiaojie smiled brightly and said, "This is already a very powerful skill. I'll go ask the palace master about it!"
She disappeared lightly.
Chu Li felt warm in his heart and had a very good impression of Nantianmen.
The Nantianmen disciples he came into contact with were all upright and kind-hearted, not evil people, and not as extreme as the Qitianmen.
A moment later, Jing Xiaojie appeared again and said with a smile: "Come on, let's convince the palace master first."
Chu Li came to Wenxin Hall with her.
In the Hall of Wenxin, Sima Xing was sitting in the Grand Master's chair, his skinny figure looking even more emaciated.
The hall was empty. He sat steadily and looked at Chu Li, and said slowly: "Have you really seen the appearance of the Sword of Death?"
Chu Li said: "After taking a vague look, he was injured."
"Let's take a look at the painting." Sima Xing said.
Chu Li nodded, came to the desk in front of the window, took the pen from Jing Xiaojie, and started drawing on the unfolded plain paper.
He wrote very slowly, as if there was an invisible force hindering his hand.
Halfway through the painting, his forehead was already covered with a layer of beads of sweat.
This time he was not pretending, his hand was indeed blocked by an invisible force. Halfway through the painting, he could no longer continue.
"Bang!" Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the pen in his hand exploded to pieces. He trembled and staggered back as if he had been struck by lightning.
Sima Xing stepped behind him and put his palms on his back.
"Bang!" Sima Xing also took a step back, his face slightly changed as if he had been struck by lightning.
Chu Li's face turned pale, he turned to look at Sima Xing, and said with a wry smile: "Palace Master."
Sima Xing took a deep look at him, suppressed the surging blood and looked at the plain paper on the case. He only saw a lonely sword hilt, which was antique and the bustling patterns seemed to be surging with inexplicable power.
He was attracted at one glance and felt how extraordinary this sword was.
"Is this the Divine Sword of Eternal Light?" He looked at Chu Li.
Chu Li sighed: "If I deduced it well, it should be it. Unfortunately, my cultivation is not enough and I can't deduce it any further."