Songhe's heart thumped, and he took the initiative to speak out, "My strength may be far inferior to that of a real person, but I used to be an accomplished monk in the 'Hedao Realm', and my current strength has dropped a lot compared to before.
But it is also comparable to the late stage powerhouses of the 'Godly Infant Realm'..."
He explained patiently, hoping to gain Su Yi's approval.
After hearing his words, Wei Shan and others couldn't help but gasp.
They all now know that the path to immortality is divided into three realms: Divine Infant, Hedao, and Juxia.
But no one thought that this wise deceased Songhe was actually a being in the Hedao realm during his lifetime!
And such a comparison makes it impossible for people to imagine how powerful Hongyun Zhenren, a descendant of the immortals, must be.
It should be noted that the Ghost Scholar and the Blood Lamp Buddha Lord were obviously far more powerful than Songhe, but they were obliterated by Master Hongyun in a snap of the fingers!
"Fellow Taoist, Songhe's strength may not be top-notch, but it is precisely because of this that he can have the opportunity to walk in the world without being stifled by Zhou Tian's rules."
Master Hongyun said, "In other words, at least in the current world, Songhe's strength can be said to be at the top level. If you encounter an enemy with the same strength as Songhe in the future, you can let Songhe take action."
Songhe also nodded repeatedly and said: "Don't worry, sir, if I can follow you and serve, I will ride on horseback and behind you, without worrying about life or death!"
He even changed his title. It can be imagined that he did not hesitate to win this opportunity.
Su Yi thought for a while and said, "Promise me two things."
Songhe perked up and said, "Please speak frankly, sir."
"First, you are not allowed to make arbitrary opinions."
"Two, don't show off."
Songhe initially thought that Su Yi's request would be extremely harsh, and he was inevitably nervous. But when he heard that it was just such a request, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and agreed without hesitation.
"This is a small gadget that I used to make sacrifices to. It's called 'Guanghanzhi'. Please accept it, fellow Taoist."
Master Hongyun turned his palm, and a nine-inch long green bamboo sword emerged, "This sword can be used up to three times. It is no problem to kill dead souls like Song He."
Her words were unconcealed, and Songhe broke into a cold sweat when he heard her words. He realized that what Hongyun said might not be a knock on him.
"Is this the Immortal Talisman Sword?"
Su Yi said with great interest.
Master Hongyun explained: "At best, it can only be regarded as a feather-level talisman sword. It just has a trace of the magical truth imprinted in it."
That day, Pluto and Meng Changyun stayed.
Su Yi, Wei Shan, Zhuang Bifan, and Song He set out to leave.
…
On the road.
Su Yi was sitting in the treasure ship, looking at the trophies Songhe had collected from the Ghost Scholar and the Blood Lantern Buddha.
These treasures are piled up like a hill, including divine materials, elixirs, magic weapons, secret method inheritance, etc., and are all dazzling.
Almost all of them are feathered treasures, and their value is immeasurable.
"It's not that the 'Spirit-Slaying Sword Formation' in the hands of the ghost scholar is composed of twenty-four flying swords, why are there only twelve left?"
Su Yi asked.
When he fought with the fisherman, the latter once used a "Grain Rain Flying Sword", which was shining with fairy light. It cut a crack in the Nanyue Seal with one sword, and its power was astonishing.
This left a deep impression on Su Yi.
Now, he already knows that this Guyu Flying Sword is just one of the twenty-four flying swords that make up the "Sword Slayer Formation".
"Reporting to your lord, according to my estimation, the other flying swords have been damaged and lost."
Songhe patiently explained on one side.
These dead souls suffered from the catastrophe of the End of Dharma during their lifetimes. Not only were their bodies destroyed, but most of the treasures on their bodies had also been rotted and destroyed by the catastrophe of the End of the Dharma.
Like the Ghost Scholar and the Blood Lamp Buddha, they used to be regarded as the most terrifying existences that should not be provoked in the Sea of Uncertain Demons.
But most of the ancient treasures in their hands were damaged and incomplete.
"I see."
Su Yi said to himself, in comparison with this, Master Hongyun's background and financial resources are amazing.
Not only did he spend a lot of time and energy cultivating fruits and vegetables, but he also used them to make wine and cook. He was extremely wealthy.
Next, Su Yi sorted out the trophies.
However, it was regrettable to find that only a small part of the elixirs that could be used for cultivation were only a small part, and these elixirs were far from comparable to Master Hongyun's "Yu Nian Wine".
"However, these feather-level divine materials can be used to temper the human sword, and even... you can also refine the black and yellow creation vine into the human sword."
Su Yi fell into thinking.
The Human Sword was the most proud sword of the temple owner at the time. This sword was originally made from the chaotic divine object "Xuan Magnetic Chaos Gold" and contained the origin of Xuan Magnetic.
In terms of quality and background, this sword is not inferior to the Xuanhuang Creation Vine.
If these two chaotic artifacts can be fused, their power is destined to undergo radical changes!
"It seems that I have to go to the Star Realm of God's Capital."
Su Yi secretly said.
In the star realm of the divine capital, there is a place called the "God's Workshop". It is famous in all walks of life for forging treasures and is regarded as the world's top weapon-refining holy place.
The owner of the divine workshop has two divine objects.
The first is the divine object of chaos, the ‘Wan Miao Furnace’.
The first is the fire of chaos ‘Nine Purities Dao Fire’.
With the help of these two divine objects, the Divine Workshop has been able to refine countless Taoist weapons that shock the world.
When the temple master was refining the Human Sword, he went to the Divine Workshop and borrowed the Wanmiao Furnace and Jiuqing Dao Fire!
In addition, whether it is to explore the disaster that Cripple Old Wei and the others encountered back then, to meet Qingtang, or to go to "Jiukong Temple" to find clues about the tailor, they all need to go to the Star Realm of the Divine Capital.
"However, before that, we have to go to the Galaxy God Cult first."
Su Yi was very suspicious that the fisherman was not really dead.
Based on his understanding of this old guy, he had even planned a plan in Black Turtle Mountain, trying to use the power of those dead souls to kill him.
But there is no way this old guy would not leave a way out for himself!
…
Two days later, Shenyuan Star Realm.
Red Copper Mountain.
This place is the ancestral palace of the Galaxy God Sect, and is known as the first sacred mountain in the Shenyuan Star Realm.
Whoosh!
The void fluctuated, and the figures of Su Yi and Wei Shan appeared out of thin air.
After leaving the Wuding Demon Sea, Zhuang Bifan said goodbye and returned to his clan.
Songhe, on the other hand, hid in the bronze fragment and hung on the waist of Weishan.
Without Su Yi's order, this powerful ghost would not appear rashly.
"I dare to ask, but the master of the temple is here?"
In front of the gate of Xinghe Divine Sect, a huge formation roared, and a figure came out and greeted Su Yi and Wei Shan from a distance.
This is a man in a gray robe with white hair and long sleeves.
Su Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and said to himself: "The old fisherman is indeed not dead."
"Did the fisherman ask you to wait here?"
Wei Shan spoke in a deep voice.
The gray-robed man with white hair nodded slightly and said, "My ancestor ordered me to present this secret talisman to the Master of the Temple if he comes."
As he spoke, he took out a secret talisman and held it in his hands.
boom!
The secret talisman shattered and turned into a man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat.
It is clearly the will of the fisherman.
He raised his eyes and looked at Su Yi in the distance, and said with a smile: "I had expected that I would not be able to hide it from your contemporary master, so I left this will and dharma image here."
Su Yi rubbed his eyebrows and said: "So, the one who died in the depths of the Undefinable Demonic Sea was just your Dao clone?"
The fisherman said calmly: "Yes, although I have cooperated with the ghost scholar and the Blood Lamp Buddha, I have never truly trusted them, the dead souls who are neither human nor ghosts. Therefore, I have prepared for them many years ago.
He left a way out for himself."
At the end of the sentence, he looked complicated and sighed: "However, I really didn't expect that your temple master could survive from the depths of the Uncertain Demonic Sea. It's really... amazing!"
Su Yi looked calm and said: "You can't leave this will power just to bullshit, right?"
The fisherman suppressed the smile on his face, clasped his fists slightly and said: "My true self is fighting for crossing the Feixian restricted area, and he will surely embark on the road to immortality in the future. Before that, I hope that the viewer will be merciful and not vent his anger on my galaxy.
On the disciples of God’s religion.”
After a pause, he said: "And I can guarantee that from now on, even if I deal with your Guanzhu, I will never affect other people around you."
When Su Yi heard this, he laughed sarcastically and said, "What a beautiful idea."
The fisherman frowned and said, "As far as I know, you, Yan Daolin, and Deng Zuo both had such an agreement, why did you reject me?"
Su Yi said lightly: "It's very simple. I believe in their character and character, but I can't believe you."
The fisherman was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "Sure enough, your contemporary master never puts me in his eyes."
His smile looked particularly cold, "In that case, when I return in the future, don't blame me for doing anything you can!"
Su Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense and flicked his sleeves.
boom!
The fisherman's will and dharma exploded into pieces, turning into a shower of light.
In front of the mountain gate in the distance, the gray-robed and white-haired man was shocked and said: "Sir, the Master of the View, I am the only one left in the Xinghe Cult to guard this place. No matter how angry you are, you won't come...
Are you going to take action against a little guy like me?"
laugh!
A sword energy suddenly appeared and killed the gray-robed and white-haired man on the spot.
"If the flies are not swatted to death, are they still there to deliberately disgust people?"
Su Yi shook his head slightly.
Wei Shan frowned and said: "Master, this old fisherman is really cunning. He has clearly evacuated the strong men of the sect in advance, but he still pretends to negotiate terms with the master. It is so shameless!"
"So, I never believe a fisherman's word."
Su Yi said and stepped forward.
Clang!
The human sword rises across the sky.
Following Su Yi's thought, the sword soared into the sky.
Boom!
The terrifying sword intent covered the sky and blocked out the sun. The nearby mountains and rivers thousands of miles away trembled violently, and the void buzzed, trembled and moaned.
"A monk who can escape cannot escape from the temple. If no one is around, the ancestral home of the Xinghe Cult will be destroyed."
Su Yi whispered, and his clothes made a rustling sound.
Then, he drew his fingertips in the air.
boom!
The human sword is like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, slashing down.
As if the sky was collapsing and the earth was falling, the violent and dazzling sword light completely submerged the red copper sacred mountain in the distance, shining brightly in all directions.
When the smoke disperses.
The Red Copper Mountain, regarded as the first sacred mountain in the Shenyuan Star Realm and the ancestral palace of the Galaxy God Sect, completely collapsed and turned into ruins all over the ground.
A long ravine was left on the ground, spreading to endless distances.