Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 260 Yuanshen Royal Sword

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The moonlight is dim, and the sky and the earth are hazy.

It was an extremely depressing atmosphere. Su Qinian stood in front of the gate of the Taoist monastery, and there was a thick commotion in the deep alley ahead.

This night seemed to be particularly long. There was no bright moon setting in the west, but the sky was getting brighter and grayer, as if the sky was crying.

As the time approached, there were footsteps, but they were faint. Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, showing surprise. In the monastery, a group of young people also showed suspicious eyes. Who walked into the alley?

After half a cup of tea, a young and immature body appeared in front of the crowd through the lingering haze, but it was a little boy who seemed to be five or six years old, with a look of apprehension and fear. Although this deep alley It was quiet, but also so quiet that the little boy was a little uneasy.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Su Qinian in front of the red sandalwood gate, but his eyes were full of curiosity, and he looked at the dozens of people sitting cross-legged in the gate behind Su Qinian, did he dare Asking more questions, I just approached Su Qinian cautiously, and said, "Big Brother, someone wants me to hand over this letter to you."

After finishing speaking, the little boy took out a folded booklet from his arms, handed it to Su Qinian, then turned around and ran all the way without looking back.

Su Qinian lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand. For some reason, the moment he received the letter, his mind trembled, and even the gods in the ancestral orifice shrine trembled.

Frowning, Su Qinian opened the folded letter. In an instant, his pupils constricted violently, and there was only one word on the paper, which took up most of the paper.

The most important thing was that there were two strands of hair of different thicknesses wrapped around the letter. The thicker strand contained a few silver strands, while the thinner strand was black and soft.

The induction from the bloodline, with Su Qinian's current spiritual cultivation, not to mention the god's body penetrates the emptiness and sees the source, the moment he caught his eyes, he understood the source of these two strands of hair.

Heavenly Prison!

These are two strands of hair brought out from the dungeon!

The slightly thick one with the silver wires in it belonged to his father, Su Wangsheng. Over the years, he edited the arsenal and sorted it day and night by candlelight.

The slightly thinner, black and soft one belongs to the mother Su's family. Su Qinian will never forget the breath that has been with her day and night for many years!

call!

In an instant, with Su Qinian as the center, the air shattered into a vacuum world, and the invisible sharp edge cut through the land with a radius of Zhang Xu.

This was an aura that frightened most of the young people behind him. They didn't understand what was written in the letter, which would make this calm and steady young head lose his composure.

Some people were astonished that the vacuum world in the Zhang Xu land in front of them became distorted, with the true meaning of the sword technique climbing up, the vacuum barrier clanging, and sparks flying everywhere.

The sincerity of this sword technique is too strong, especially the descendant from the Yu family of the divine sword, his eyes are particularly dignified. In terms of sword technique, although his Yu family's "Rain God Sword" is not in the top ten of the Feng family's sword stele, it is still in the top ten. Ranked fourteenth, it is rare among the top martial arts. Even so, it is hard to imagine that someone in the third-rate realm who can evoke such a blazing true meaning of swordsmanship is the strongest of the younger generation of the Yu family. Even in the third-rate realm, it is not as good as it is, and the "Xiu Ming Dao" inherited by the young headmaster is only a first-rate sword technique.

Only Void, not far away, had a very ugly face, because in the battle with the descendant of the Suppressing Demon Spear back then, he found that Su Qinian's saber technique had become stronger and improved by more than a notch.

This not only indicates that his comprehension of sword techniques has improved to a higher level, but also shows that his spiritual power is more condensed than that day.

At this time, in front of the main hall of the Daoist Academy, the Human King opened his eyes.

He didn't see the slightest movement, but the red gold long knife behind Su Qinian's back came out of its sheath, together with the letter, also rose into the air, was pierced by the knife, and nailed to the tip of the knife.

In an instant, everyone in the monastery opened their eyes wide, even the domineering female supreme with ice-like temperament was no exception, because the aura emanating from the red gold long knife did not belong to Su Qinian. , and belonged to the human king who had also stood in front of the hall behind them for many days without opening his eyes.

scoff!

The next moment, in front of the long red sword belonging to Su Qinian, a black hole opened in the void like a torn silk, and the red golden sword flashed, and it entered it and disappeared.

Su Qinian raised his head, and in the divine courtyard of the ancestral orifice, the gods pierced through the emptiness and saw the source, and saw a hazy, layered void, a red golden knife flashed away, and with the help of the original energy and blood to nourish the spirit, As the true intention strikes, Su Qinian also has a hazy induction with the knife. With the help of this induction, he can see some intermittent blurred images.

Heaven Prison.

In front of the gate cast like ink, the void split open, and a red gold long knife emerged, with an unspeakable sharpness that seemed to be able to split the world.

The heavy black iron gate exploded, and the two guarded goalkeepers prostrated themselves on the ground in an instant, unable to bear the sudden majestic aura, the membrane cracked, and blood drenched in an instant.

One layer of the prison.

This is a somewhat gloomy underground prison, the ever-burning lamp is always on, and the warden guarding the first floor of the prison is wearing a lotus-patterned iron armor, exuding a faint blue brilliance, sitting cross-legged in a brightly lit quiet room.

Suddenly, this big man opened his eyes suddenly from the prison director of the fourth grade. From the depths of his heart, an inexplicable panic and fear arose.

It's hard for him to imagine that this is a sky prison. Even if he guards only the first floor, there are world's first-rate formations. Even if there are many first-rate Hunyuan Realm masters, it will be difficult to break through, unless...

not good!

He stood up abruptly, and saw the void in front of him split open, and a section of the red-gold glittering and translucent knife point pierced out, zooming in before his eyes, and the sharp aura was like a world overturning, instantly imprisoning him in place.

puff!

At the last moment, the warden guarding the first floor of the dungeon saw a piece of rice paper nailed to the tip of the knife, and a black hair remained on the rice paper.

The next moment, without waiting for the terrifying aura hidden in the depths of the dungeon to recover, the red gold long knife sank into the depths of the void again and disappeared.

Before the hour came, the sound from the sky prison almost spread throughout the small half of Chang'an City, attracting many eyes for a while.

After they noticed the residual energy, many people were silent, a little puzzled, what did the king want to do, why did he suddenly break into the prison, this was provoking the mighty man Tianwei.

In front of the gate of the Taoist monastery, Su Qinian captured a blurry picture, knowing that a warden guarding the first floor of the prison had fallen, but the next moment, a picture flashed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

It was a red sandalwood plaque with rhinoceros horn, and it was written with four big square characters "Linghou Jue's Mansion". On the upper left corner of the plaque, there was a golden seal imprinted on it, engraved with eight ancient dragon inscriptions: "Ordered by the sky, long life and eternal prosperity".

Marquis Ling's Mansion!Lord of the Qiankun arsenal!

Su Qinian's heart sank. He knew that with the cultivation of a human king, even a letter could capture the breath and trace the origin. The reason why the warden who guarded the first floor of the prison fell was because the two ray Most of the hair came from his hands, and now, the picture of the Marquis's Mansion appeared again, Su Qinian understood that the letter probably came from this mansion.

Ling Tong, the Lord of the Qiankun Arsenal, is a Marquis of a different surname who is the first grade of the Han Dynasty. He is a grand family member. He is also a rare Yuanshen master in the Han Dynasty. He ranks seventh on the Yuanshen list.

Seeing this plaque, Su Qinian had many guesses. If these guesses were true, many things would be involved and there would be a lot of trouble.

However, this can also explain a lot of things. After all, he is the only outstanding young man on the Wudang Mountains, and the number one person in this generation of young people, how can he be confused for a while.

Marquis Ling's Mansion.

The void split open, and a ray of red gold knife fell down like a river of heaven, aiming at the imperial plaque.

"The only ancient one!"

In the main hall of the Marquis Mansion, the master of the Qiankun arsenal, who was sitting quietly drinking tea, was frightened and angry, but in an instant, the prison changed suddenly, and he didn't even have time to make a move. He never thought that the king was so domineering and unscrupulous, he dared to use his soul to attack him. Yu Dao entered the prison, and appeared in front of his Marquis's mansion in an instant, wanting to slash the imperial plaque.

boom!

In an instant, Ling Tong made a move. The master of the arsenal of the universe shouted angrily. He raised a finger and enlarged it in an instant. All the infinite ways are condensed, enveloping the majesty of the great way.

Click!

With this pointing, it seemed as if it could absorb the entire sky, the void was cracked, and black cracks like spider webs were born.

hum!

There is a recovery of the big formation, which is the partial awakening of Chixiao Chengtian's big formation, and red golden light patterns emerge, dissolving the rhyme and sharpness of Dao.

clang!

This was an impact sound that seemed to open up the world, and it rang in the minds of almost everyone in Chang'an City. Countless hidden masters, and even many court officials were shocked. They did not expect such a duel to happen in the capital.

Even if the majesty and aura were dispelled by Chi Xiao Chengtian's great formation, that momentum still made everyone's hearts tremble. This is the duel between the supreme primordial spirit characters, and it is a confrontation between Yizhi Qiankun and the undefeated king .

Immediately afterwards, there were countless light bursts, and large void cracks that were several kilometers long appeared above Chang'an City. The terrifying devouring force tore away the haze that filled the sky, and some morning sun was like fire, and a corner of bright yellow emerged.

After counting interest.

In front of the gate of the Taoist monastery, there was a clang, and the long knife was put back into its sheath. Su Qinian was startled suddenly, his complexion was a little pale, and just now he caught a glimpse, the finger that absorbed the heavens belonged to the aura of the primordial spirit, and even the void He couldn't even bear it, he was so far apart, just by looking at him, his mental power was shaken, and if it wasn't for the divine body suppressing Shenting, he would have been seriously injured.

In front of the main hall, the human king did not move, and closed his opened eyes again.

Marquis Mansion.

In the main hall, Ling Tong's eyes were cold, and he slowly got up, and then, the big yellow rosewood chair that the master of the arsenal of the universe sat on was smashed to pieces. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps!)

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