As he continued to go deeper, Wang Daoyuan became more and more sensitive to the things that resonated with the sword's intention.
Soon, a figure appeared in front of him again.
Wang Daoyuan felt terrified. Each of these puppets was more difficult to deal with than the last. The third one might cause some trouble.
Just as he was about to take a detour, the puppet started to move.
It held a long sword without any spiritual power fluctuations, and the long sword was covered with a layer of dust.
The puppet moved, dust fell, and cold light shone from the sword.
Just as Wang Daoyuan was about to escape, the puppet rushed over with his sword in hand.
This guy was extremely fast, so Wang Daoyuan used Yunyan Escape to temporarily distance himself.
Then he used his fifth-level long sword, his sword intent exploded, and he collided head-on with the puppet.
There is obviously no spiritual power on the long sword of this puppet, but there is actually the existence of sword intention, or Guiyuan sword intention.
With this sword slash, Wang Daoyuan was slashed away by the puppet's huge power.
Under this blow, Wang Daoyuan felt a dull pain in his internal organs. This strength could definitely reach the level of the late Nascent Soul.
Fortunately, the long sword in his hand was made of relatively hard material and could barely block the sword.
There was only a half-inch deep gap in the sword, which had no repair value.
He immediately used the White Tiger Blade and continued to deal with it.
Unexpectedly, the corpse-refiner actually walked back to its original place and stopped attacking.
Wang Daoyuan was a little confused. Could it be that he recognized Guiyuan Sword Intent and regarded him as one of his own family members?
Since the puppet doesn't attack, he won't tease him to death.
Go around the puppet and continue walking towards the target.
Soon, we came to a side wall.
There was nothing on the wall, but Wang Daoyuan clearly felt that there was something behind the wall that he longed for and feared.
He took out the White Tiger Blade, used the Demon-Slaying Sword, and slashed towards the wall.
Before the sword fell, the wall began to tremble.
A stone door opened automatically, and inside was a small stone room, only three feet square.
As soon as the stone door opened, strong killing energy surged out, and a very weak sword energy slashed out.
Wang Daoyuan's demon-slaying sword directly shattered when it touched the sword energy.
After scattering the demon-slaying sword, the sword energy was still very strong, but it did not attack him and instead entered the stone chamber again.
The sword energy had no intention of hurting anyone, so he felt relieved and reached into the stone chamber with his spiritual consciousness.
There was only a three-foot-square stone table in the stone room, and a metal book was placed on the table.
There is a blank scroll hanging on the back wall. Sword energy and sword intent are all transmitted from this scroll.
What has always attracted me is this blank picture.
The sword cultivator puppet helped him break through the formation before, but the sword cultivator let him go again, and the sword energy just now did not hurt him.
Moreover, this picture scroll feels a bit like the divine sword picture of Taiyi Sword Sect.
His consciousness penetrated into the painting, and a strong suction force came from it.
Wang Daoyuan, a dignified body-training monk, was unable to resist and was directly pulled into the stone chamber by the suction force.
Only when he was one foot away from the scroll did his body stop.
At this time, an image appeared on the scroll, which was a long sword without any decoration.
Then, the long sword used the Demon-Slaying Sword and slashed at him.
Wang Daoyuan wanted to resist, but found that his body could not move.
Just when he was about to use the spirit beads, the scene in front of him changed drastically and he appeared in a valley.
This valley is unremarkable, with no spiritual veins, and the mountains on both sides are also very narrow. There are faint sounds of fighting and the cries of children in front.
Just as he was about to go over and take a look, several women with qi training skills ran toward him with their children in their arms, followed by several monks covered in blood.
When these women and monks saw him, they seemed to have seen a life-saving straw.
Several women showed grateful expressions in their eyes, and then quickly fled in the direction behind him.
A monk with gray hair on his temples cupped his hands and said to him: "Senior, there are demons massacring humans, please help me, senior."
Before he finished speaking, a streak of blood flew over from the front.
With a flash of blood, the monks running behind died instantly, and all the blood in their bodies was drained.
The aura in the blood light was very familiar to Wang Daoyuan, it was the aura of the blood demon lineage.
The spiritual power fluctuations in this blood light have reached the late Nascent Soul stage, which is equivalent to that of Wusheng Zhenjun.
With Wang Daoyuan's strength, he is no match at all.
After the bloody light killed the monk, he once again chased the woman who was thanking him for bringing the child, and did not pay any attention to Wang Daoyuan.
A choice was placed in front of Wang Daoyuan, whether to risk blocking the bloody light and save those people; or to pretend not to see it and leave the place.
At this time, the panicked cries of women and children came from behind, as well as calls for help.
As a family monk, it is natural to protect the weak in the clan.
Although these women and children are not members of the family, they are still human beings.
Watching them die is unbearable.
Just when the bloody light was about to pounce on a child, Wang Daoyuan waved his hand and slashed out a sword energy to block the bloody light.
The bloody light stopped attacking women and children, and turned around to kill him.
After making the decision, Wang Daoyuan breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
He took out the white tiger blade and slashed at the bloody light with his sword.
Before the sword was struck, the scene in front of him changed drastically.
In the bloody light, the valley, women and children disappeared, and he appeared in a cave.
There was a monk in white clothes in front of him, with his back turned to him.
There is not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation in this person, and he is no different from ordinary people.
A resolute voice came: "The scene before was a test for you.
Since you are willing to face the demons who are far more powerful than yourself for the sake of a few women and children with low cultivation level, it shows that you have the righteousness of the human race in your heart.
Now that he has understood the Guiyuan Sword Intent, talent is naturally not a problem.
Being able to take risks for the sake of humankind, his character is not bad, and he is qualified to be my successor.
Remember, no matter how high your cultivation level is.
Even if he ascends to immortality, he will still be a human being.
I have never created any force in my life, I have only accepted two disciples.
They are also fighting a bloody battle with the demons. It is hard to say whether they will survive in the future.
Therefore, I asked two disciples to leave inheritance everywhere. Only the descendants who understand the meaning of Guiyuan Sword can come here and inherit my inheritance.
If you have my inheritance, you can be considered my disciple.
Grow up as soon as possible and do your part to resist the demons.
I can’t even remember my name, so the human race respectfully calls me Guiyuan Sword Immortal.”
After saying that, the scene in front of me disappeared again.
Wang Daoyuan's body returned to the stone chamber.
The scroll on the back wall is still there. There is a sword in the painting, exuding endless killing intent.
However, this murderous intention was not directed at him.
Even, this sword gave him a sense of intimacy.
He reached out and took down the scroll, but the sword in the painting showed no sign of resistance.
The material of this scroll is also not ordinary. It is of a higher grade than the Yaoyang Gold in his hand, and is at least a seventh-grade material.
We are not out of danger yet, nor is it the time to study this thing.
Putting the scrolls and the golden books on the stone table into the spirit bead space, the murderous intent around them disappeared.
Outside the entrance of the main hall, the monks who did not dare to enter rashly also felt that the murderous intention had disappeared, and their expressions changed a little.
Especially for Zhenjun Wusheng, he naturally takes things related to sword cultivation the most seriously.
Now that the things are gone, he is extremely anxious: "Fellow Taoists, wealth and honor can be found in danger.
If you want benefits but don't want to take any risks, there is no such good thing in the world.
If we continue to delay, all the benefits will fall into the hands of that boy."
The three-eyed golden monkey clone of Lord Henghai was beaten by the puppet and screamed, and he was also very anxious.
However, with my own strength, I had no confidence that I could defeat the puppet, so I didn't rush in.
Now that Lord Wusheng spoke, he also echoed: "What Lord Wusheng said makes sense, and time waits for no one.
Although the puppet inside is strong, we have seven late-stage Nascent Soul monks, so defeating him will not be a problem.
There are only about ten hours left before the secret realm is closed.
Are you just going to watch that kid trick us and leave with the treasures in the palace?"