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Chapter 1438 The Strongest Person in the Thunder

It is unknown how long this silver sword symbol has been rotating, perhaps ten days, or perhaps several months.

Finally, it stopped and fell into the dust.

Another few dozen days passed.

A group of people flew over from afar, led by a chubby old man lying on a jade bed, barely breathing. His life force was almost completely gone, and he was only able to survive thanks to the help of the Shadow Puppet God of the Immortal Weapon Sect.

"That ant must have escaped..."

The Shadow God picked up the jade talisman that had fallen to the ground and sighed, "It should be that he used some kind of ultra-long-distance teleportation array to instantly leave the lock range of the Quasi-Eighth-Level Sword Talisman, or some kind of shielding lock method, or some kind of fake death method... In the world of immortal cultivation, there are all kinds of strange things."

"Ants……"

"Hahaha!"

Xuanyang Divine Lord had been following, and upon hearing this, he could not help but sneer, "I see that this very unusual sword cultivator of the Sun's inheritance is very vindictive, Shadow Play, you don't think that just because he has never shown any killing intent towards you and has always been respectful to you, you think he won't remember you, right?"

"I estimate that in a few thousand years, when he is promoted to the Refining Void Realm... hehe, I hope you can still call him an ant by then."

He taunted.

The shadow puppet god’s face turned pale.

It was not a pleasant feeling to be stared at by a sword-wielding killer who was approaching Daozi. It was like a thorn in the back, as if the omen of death would descend at any time.

"Shadow puppet... Daoist friend..."

"Please……"

The chubby old man lying on the jade bed, barely breathing, used all his strength to say, "Please... search around... If you can find the sword cultivator who is faking his death or hiding, or bring back his body... Lei Yang will never forget your kindness."

The shadow puppet god was moved.

Among high-level monks, the word "ask" is extremely rare.

Not to mention, the Longevity Turtle God made a promise in the name of Lei Yang's old friend, which is almost impossible to go against. In Lei Yang's Heavenly Sword Realm, this is more important than anything else.

"Since Daoist Shougui has entrusted me with something, I dare not disobey you!"

The shadow puppet god bowed deeply, then flew away into the sky. His vast spiritual consciousness spread out, scanning the nearby sky and earth inch by inch.

With the all-out search by the Lord of Hedao, even if a lower-level cultivator hides thousands of miles underground or in the depths of space, he will not be able to hide anything.

Only Xuanyang Divine Lord and two other Hedao cultivators were left at the original place.

He looked at the barely breathing Longevity Turtle God in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and did not make a move.

The Lei Yangtian Sword Realm and the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm are mortal enemies. He doesn't mind taking advantage of others' misfortune, but now is not a good time. The time for the war planned by the sect has not yet arrived.

Besides, Lei Yang's old friends have always been united, maybe...

Lord Xuanyang suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

zizi...

boom!
At the horizon, a terrifying and boundless destructive thunder descended.

Just the pressure from his imposing manner destroyed countless laws of the heavenly way around him. It was extremely terrifying. The two powerful Yin-Yang Sword Realm Hedao sword masters instantly became like children in front of him, weak and powerless, no longer having any brilliance.

When they got closer, they found that it was a terrifying figure standing in the thunder, and their face could not be seen clearly.

The only thing that could be seen clearly was that he was vomiting blood and had many injuries on his body.

This kind of injury can be recognized by all the cultivators at the refining stage. It is because the cultivators at the refining stage and above were injured by the boundary wall when they crossed it. Every crossing of the boundary wall results in serious injuries to the cultivators at the refining stage and above.

But looking at this figure in the thunder, how many times did it cross the boundary wall in such a short period of time?
"Greetings, senior!"

Xuan Yang Shen Jun and Xuan Yin Shen Jun were shocked and bowed respectfully. When they found the abnormal Sun-inherited sword cultivator, they also reported to the sect. The strong men of the sect should be on the way, including strong men from the Sun and Moon lineages. There might even be a widowed Sun and Moon-inherited sword cultivator who could get away from the gaze of his Taoist partner and do what he needed to do.

But they didn't come so fast!

This powerful man in the thunder ignored the Xuanyang God and Xuanyin God, and walked straight to the chubby old man on the jade bed, gently stroked his cheek, sent magic power to heal his wounds, and said lovingly: "Shougui, why do you have to fight so hard?"

"Xiao Guanglei is dead, and that's it. This was destined to happen when we decided to support the sect."

"There has to be someone who is brave enough to fight and die bravely, and only then can we protect everyone."

"Uncle Jian Lei..."

The plump old man's eyes burst into tears, and he shed tears like a child, sobbing, "Find him and kill him, please."

"Little Lightning cannot die in vain."

he begged.

This Sword and Thunder Celestial was his father's comrade-in-arms, a powerful man who had once followed the old ancestor in battle and survived thousands of battles. He possessed strength that lower-level cultivators could not imagine. He was both powerful and cunning. No matter how cunning the ants were, they could not escape his sight.

"Kill that little friend?"

Jian Lei Tianren frowned and said, "From what I know, that sword cultivator killed Guang Lei in an open sword fight, right?"

“Although using a mechanical flying boat is indeed beyond common sense, this is just like using spiritual beasts and magic weapons by a cultivator of the same level. It is a completely fair and glorious sword fight…”

"Uncle Jianlei, please!"

the chubby old man cried.

The strong man was silent.

for a long time.

"That's all,"

"What does the sect's reputation mean? What does my little fame mean?"

Jian Lei Tianren sighed.

Keng!
He ejected a flying sword distorted by lightning, causing it to disappear in an instant, traveling across hundreds of thousands or millions of kilometers, or even farther away, searching all places for the specific aura of a sword cultivator.

"what?"

Jian Lei Tianren frowned, made some hand gestures, and started to calculate in his mind.

"This young friend, it seems that you have a great opportunity. You have an item that can suppress your luck, which is at least of the eighth level. I am not good at calculations, and I cannot calculate it, or even all the information related to it. Perhaps an eighth-level celestial performer who specializes in calculations is needed to do this..."

"Forget it, he is not destined to die."

He put down the spell in his hand.

To be fair, this kind of thing is really against his moral conscience and it makes him lose face.

However, when the child of his old friend who had saved his life nineteen times and had now died cried and begged him, he really couldn't bear it and couldn't refuse.

"Longevity Turtle,"

"The sect has formulated strict rules for sword fighting. It's not that the elders are born cold-blooded and like to watch the sect's genius die at the hands of others. It's just that they are so ruthless."

Jian Lei Tianren sighed and said, "On the contrary, frequently interfering in the Glory Sword Fights will plant a seed of doubt in the future sect sword cultivators, greatly hindering their path."

"Since the sect elders will definitely save me in the end, can I just ignore this life-and-death battle and deal with it casually?"

"Since you have been sitting on the Diaoyutai, why do you want to fight for your life?"

(End of this chapter)