dejected fairy

Chapter 532: Borrowing the body to cultivate the sword of immortality, cultivating the true body with the heart

"Ok?"

The Holy Spirit Son showed a look of surprise, and then carefully looked at the monk in front of him for the first time, and said: "Just now, Senior Brother Nanchu called me fellow Taoist..."

"Just call me Drinking Bamboo." The monk grinned and said, "As for other names, there is no need to mention them. This name was given by the Immortal Ancestor three days ago."

"How could Daoist friend be granted a title by the Immortal Ancestor?" Holy Spirit Son was more and more surprised. "It seems that Daoist friend has a close relationship with the Immortal Ancestor and the immortals. No wonder you know about the Red Eyebrow Patriarch. However, if he can really suppress the Third Voice Transmission Patriarch with a flick of his hand, why didn't he take action until today?"

"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength!"

The monk who drank bamboo put away his smile at this time, and said seriously: "It is precisely because we kept our troops in place and made every possible preparation that we were able to achieve success in one fell swoop! What's more..." He suddenly smiled again, but his voice was much lower, "What's more, the Third Ancestor of Sound Transmission seems powerful, but in fact he is just a chess piece on the surface. The person who is playing the chess is someone else. The reason why several immortals maintained this feast to kill the sound is actually to leave a stage for the person behind the scenes to continue to display his skills and reveal more flaws, so that they can take him down in one fell swoop in the future!"

"so smart?"

While the group was talking, a voice suddenly came from the side. It turned out to be a man in a black Taoist robe. He had a handsome face and looked no more than thirty years old, but his aura was like the abyss, seemingly unfathomable.

Behind this man, there was another man who was wearing a white robe. He was skinny and had sunken cheeks, like a tuberculotic patient. He exuded a strong smell of plague, death and yin. However, he also exuded a terrifying aura. When people saw him, they could not help but feel sick and cold, as if they could not control themselves and would become terminally ill and die on the spot.

The man in the Taoist robe obviously heard the conversation between the two people. He was sighing at this time: "The Third Ancestor of Sound Transmission was considered a top figure hundreds of years ago. He has been in seclusion for so long to comprehend the profound skills. It is obvious that he has come with bad intentions and has a purpose. I don't know how much background and trump card he has to come out of seclusion. Such a person is actually not taken seriously by the Red Eyebrow Ancestor? I wonder what is worthy of his serious treatment in the eyes of the ancestor, and who is the so-called mastermind behind the scenes? Your Excellency knows so much, do you have any clues?"

The monk who drank bamboo turned around and looked at the person who came. His eyelids jumped. Then he smiled and shook his head: "I am just a small person. Most of these things are hearsay, plus guesswork, so I can't be sure. How can we know the real thoughts of that big person?"

The black-robed Taoist shook his head and said, "That's not entirely true. You didn't act like that just now." However, he did not ask further questions. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "In fact, I am not very interested in the thoughts of the big shots. In comparison, the so-called bloodline of the Three Ancestors of Sound Transmission makes me more interested in exploring it. I wonder what this person's origin is? But I have never heard of such a person."

The consumptive man behind him seemed to be about to say something but stopped talking when he heard this.

"This is also not something we can know." The monk who drinks bamboo still shook his head, "I just heard it from others."

"Who are you two?"

Young Master Nanchu who was standing nearby realized the extraordinaryness of these two people, and hurried forward to pay his respects, then quietly tried to follow them.

"I can't wait for the independent cultivators. I heard it's lively here, so I came over to join in." The Taoist in black said casually, but he didn't even intend to tell his name.

Now, even Kan Ruyi, who had the least experience in the underworld, realized that there was something wrong with these two people.

The Bamboo Drinking Monk narrowed his eyes even more. This monk, who was originally just a passerby, seemed to have thought of something. When he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head and looked towards the sky!
A ray of sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor and fell straight into the deep mountains on the cliff.

Wherever the sword light passed, a sense of vigor and vitality and the emergence of all things appeared. The grass and trees on the mountain suddenly sprouted new buds at the same time, green leaves grew, spreading green, and then hundreds of flowers bloomed in a riot of color!
"The Longevity Sword Art! This is the Lianjian Immortal Ancestor!" Someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed, "It's only been a short time, and the Longevity Sword Art he proposed a few days ago has already been successfully cultivated!"

"Eternal Life Sword Intention?"

Kan Ruyi's face was full of surprise, and she turned to look at Master Nanchu and the Bamboo Drinking Monk beside her.

Young Master Nanchu took a deep breath and said meaningfully, "This Lianjian Immortal Ancestor has also been very lucky recently, and his wisdom has been greatly improved, and his power is growing day by day! Three months ago, when he was patrolling the southern border with others, he had an epiphany. He said that when he looked at the towering trees in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he felt the mystery of life and realized a state of longevity. He wanted to transform it into a technique to cultivate the longevity sword intent..."

"The sword inspires all life, and the mind reaches all things." Kan Ruyi looked at the vitality of the mountain and exclaimed, "In three months, he has comprehended such sword intent? It's incredible. However, it's no wonder that I haven't seen this immortal for a long time. It turns out that he went to comprehend the way of the sword."

Young Master Nanchu said: "It is because of the absence of this old ancestor Lian Jian that the Zhuyin incident led by him has undergone many changes." "Let's go." The Drinking Bamboo Monk suddenly said: "Since the Immortal Ancestor Lian Jian is here, we should go as soon as possible." After saying that, he left first.

Young Master Nanchu narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Could it be..."

Then, he didn't even bother to say much to the two mysterious monks of unknown origin. After bowing and saying goodbye, he hurried away with Kan Ruyi.

"This man is really strange." After the man left, the sickly ghost suddenly said, "He was clearly very wary of you just now and wanted to investigate you, but he suddenly left in a hurry. He is really fickle."

The Taoist in black smiled and said, "He is wary of me because my origin is strange and my cultivation is high. He cannot see through me and is worried that someone from the demonic sect has sneaked in and will ruin the situation."

The sickly ghost frowned, even more puzzled: "If you are worried, why don't you ask and leave? Could it be that the people in this outer fairyland do things as they please?"

This person was actually the Ghost Lord. After leaving the misty world, his foundation became increasingly dry, which is why he became like this.

The black-robed Taoist who traveled with him was of course Chen Yuan's black lotus incarnation, except that his appearance had changed slightly.

The two of them appeared here naturally because they got the news from the three immortals guarding the forbidden area. They knew that this was a grand banquet held for the "Revival of the Sound Transmission Pavilion". It was held once a month, gathering people from all corners of the world. It was originally for the purpose of exchanging information to suppress the Sound Transmission Demon Sect, but after a few months of development, all the original things had long become slogans, and this place instead became a large gathering for exchanging information and practicing together.

"They have cultivated to this point and have their own paths. How can they just do whatever they want?" Chen Yuan listened to the ghost master's question and shook his head: "The reason why I didn't ask is that there are more important things to do and I have to make a choice."

"Something more important?"

Amid the ghost master's doubtful voice, Chen Yuan raised his head and looked into the depths of the hanging peak, his eyes flashing with a gleam of light.

Not only did he see the rich luck gathering from all directions, he knew that this place might have become the place where luck from all sides in the Jade Stele Realm gathered, especially the Yunxiao Sword Sect and the March Sword Alliance, which were currently thriving. There should be many key figures here.

But apart from that, there was also a hazy dark air that gathered and dispersed unpredictably in the depths of the cliff.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, even if he saw it, he would not feel anything, and he might not even be able to detect this strange aura. But to Chen Yuan at this moment, this dark and hazy aura was like a firefly in the night, which was difficult to ignore.

"Rebellious misty energy? I have only seen this thing in places related to the ancient clan."

He retracted his gaze, and his mind raced: "If the ancient clan intervened here, then many things would make sense at once. And according to the original logic, if the ancient clan did not intervene when the Dongxu seal was shaken, it would be strange! However, with the Taixuan Saint in charge outside, how did these people from the ancient clan get in? Their methods and status must be extraordinary!"

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan was not surprised but happy: "I have also captured a few people, but I lack someone of high status. When the time comes, we can interrogate them and compare them to get the real information! Moreover, these so-called tribes outside of time have come to bother me again and again. It is rude not to reciprocate. How can I keep defending? It is time to find an opportunity and take the initiative to attack."

After the thought came to his mind, he collected his thoughts and walked away.

Behind him, the Ghost Lord looked stunned and asked, "Where are you going? Are you going to attend the Zhuyin Banquet? That's targeting you! I thought you were just here to gather intelligence."

Chen Yuan shook his head without even turning his head: "Investigation? Wrong, I am here to clear the dust in my heart, to complete the internal and external cause and effect, the real body. It's rare that so many people are here, it's time to come on stage and reap the harvest!"

(End of this chapter)