Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 538: Sword of Apocalypse, the Future

“He made his move.”

In Tianqi City, in Xueluo Villa, Sikong Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance to the east. There was a complexity in his expression. The autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves in front of the courtyard, adding a sense of solemnity.

Jun Yu stroked his chin lightly, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he was recalling the stunning sword move he had just made.

After a long while, he said in a deep voice: "I haven't used all my strength in this sword yet."

At this moment, in the backyard of the villa, except for Xiao Se who had not returned from Jiange, everyone had arrived, and their expressions were more or less filled with a hint of surprise.

The copper bells on the eaves rang softly in the wind, but they could not conceal the sword intent that cut through the sky.

Tang Lianyue's fingertips trembled slightly. Having entered the realm of spiritual wandering, he could already sense the mystery of the sword.

"I just noticed the sword light when it flashed, and in a flash it was already in the south of the Yangtze River."

He looked at his slightly numb palm. Even his own hidden weapon could not be that fast.

"This speed is incredible."

Sikong Changfeng sighed: "When that kid first entered the Shenyou realm, he was able to borrow a sword from a thousand miles away. Although he borrowed the power of the Wushuang Sword Box, this kind of method..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Although they were now in the same state of trance, the ability to fly a sword thousands of miles away was still out of reach.

Jun Yu suddenly turned around, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

"Changfeng, don't underestimate yourself."

He tapped the jade pendant on his waist with his fingertips, and then continued, "What Zhao Shouyi used is not ordinary iron, but a spiritual weapon that can receive the master's divine thoughts. If you get such a precious spear, it will not be difficult to defeat the enemy thousands of miles away."

When everyone heard this, their eyes flashed, but Jun Yu waved his sleeves, interrupting their reverie.

"Don't be happy too soon."

He swept his eyes over the people present and saw that they all looked at him. He said in a deep voice: "Such a spiritual weapon is hard to come by. Even the sharp weapons in the famous sword manual may not have such good fortune. You should wait and see the opportunity."

Before he finished speaking, Jun Yu frowned again.

"There is another strange thing."

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky. There were no clouds in the sky, the sky was clear and peaceful.

"This sword was incredibly powerful, but it did not trigger any heavenly tribulation. When I fought with those three people that day, I only took a few moves to bring about a thunder tribulation."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Baili Dongjun clenched the wine jug tightly, with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

"Brother, you mean Zhao Shouyi at this moment..."

The unfinished words hung in everyone's mind. Could it be that the catastrophe that lasted for several hours on Penglai Island really dealt a heavy blow to the Taoist genius?
The pavilion was silent for a moment, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves.

“That sword.”

Jun Yu suddenly broke the silence, his voice was as low as a pool of water, but with a hint of helplessness.

"I can't catch it."

Everyone looked up in surprise, only to see Jun Yu smiling casually.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has seen the power of that sword. If it were anyone here, who would have the confidence to block that sword?"

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and finally smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

"Apart from Dongjun's guess, there is actually another one, which is that Zhao Shouyi should be in a secret place at the moment, which can temporarily isolate the heaven and earth, so that he can have such power!"

A drop of rain fell from the eaves, splashing tiny water droplets on the bluestone slabs. Everyone nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, Jun Yu's guess is more in line with the current situation, but does this also mean that the little Taoist priest will not be able to return to the Central Plains in a short period of time?

"Don't expect him to do everything for you. You are already someone who can be his father - it's shameful."

Upon hearing this, Baili Dongjun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but Jun Yu was right. If they had to rely on Zhao Shouyi for everything, then why did they come to Tianqi?

"However, this sword of that kid might scare those people to death." When they heard this joke, they couldn't help but smile.

On the other side, in several other places of Apocalypse, several people looked solemnly at the far end of the sky.

Ye Wushang, the ancestor of Tianwai Tian, ​​stretched out his hand to brush a strand of black hair at his temple, his eyes full of fire.

"Is this the Sword of Return to Truth?"

Xu Kaishan, a martial artist who was meditating in a quiet room, suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed as if lightning flashed across the dim room.

"If there is a chance, I would like to ask Zhao Shouyi of Qingcheng Mountain about his fist!"

In the Tianqi Imperial City, Xiao Yuanshan stood up and flashed to the top of the city wall. He looked far away towards the direction of the East China Sea.

"This sword is amazing~~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yuanshan disappeared from the spot.

At Prince Bai's Mansion, Xiao Chong and the Angry Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian put down their swords. Xiao Chong was not in a trance, and although he sensed something strange, he couldn't be sure what it was.

"I will never forget this sword intent. It was Zhao Shouyi."

Yan Zhantian grabbed his broken arm hard, his tone somewhat unwilling, but in the end he sighed heavily.

“He took action??”

Xiao Chong was a little surprised. At this moment, Nangong Dingwu came over and gave the answer.

"Your Highness, that sword went straight to Jiangnan, and the target should be the Ghost Crow."

Xiao Chong stood where he was, his eyes moved slightly, and he spoke slowly.

"So, the matter of Medicine Man and Ghost Path is over?"

Nangong Dingwu nodded.

"If there were no accidents, it would have been over."

In the palace, after reading the secret report in his hand, Emperor Mingde leaned back on the large dragon throne again. He slowly closed his eyes and his crown swayed gently.

"Zhuoqing, my previous guess was indeed correct. Zhao Shouyi is still alive and well."

“Tao Sutra!!”

"I must get that magical skill. How is Cao Lixuan doing? Is there any reward?"

Zhuoqing shook his head.

"Reporting to your majesty, there has been no movement yet. According to the spies, Qingcheng Mountain did not make things difficult for Cao Lixuan. The Taoist scriptures were delivered to him on the first day he went up the mountain."

"Ok??"

Emperor Mingde opened his eyes, looked at Zhuoqing, and waited for what to say next.

"The Daoist Scripture is a wordless book. There is no text on the entire book. In the past few days, Cao Lixuan has tried many methods, including roasting with fire and soaking in water, but he still hasn't discovered the secret of the Daoist Scripture."

Emperor Mingde sighed softly, then waved his hand. The rumor of Taoist scriptures had been around for a long time, but he didn't believe it. This time he sent the most talented scholar from the Jixia Academy, but he didn't expect to get nothing.

"Is it true that I have no affinity with the Dao Sutra?"

Zhuoqing stood aside without saying anything. Whether it is fate or not, this matter is easy to explain if it happens to an ordinary person. If he can understand it, it is fate, and if he can't understand it, it is not fate. But for the person in front of him, it is not applicable.

In the Imperial Observatory, Qi Tianchen looked up at the armillary sphere on the roof, his eyes gradually becoming profound.

"The future is unpredictable."

The Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan put down the paper and pen in his hand and stretched himself. The things he had to do these days almost cost him his life.

"Old Immortal, stop being sad about the passing of time. The Autumn Examination will be here in a few days."

(End of this chapter)