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Chapter 322: Evil thoughts incarnate, inherit the martial saint's legacy, the divine sword Zhuxie
Not only Lu Mingyuan and others saw the mysterious ancient boat, but many fellow monks on the deck also saw it.

One of the young Taoist priests had all his hair standing up. He asked in amazement, "What's going on? Why do I see that the ship is full of pale corpses, and there seem to be hundreds of ghosts walking on it?"

Li Muwan also saw the horrific scene on the opposite ship. Her face turned pale and she said in a deep voice, "I once heard a local native say that in the past thousand years, there were many cultivators who did not know their own limitations and did not use the magic stone to enter the Guixu Jihai without permission. Their end was extremely tragic and they stayed in this sea forever.

Obviously, the ancient boat coming towards us is the Dead Ship, which was once a monk exploring the Guixu Silent Sea. Now they are possessed by the evil thoughts of the immortals, and are very dangerous. Don't get close, turn around quickly."

Lu Mingyuan seemed not to hear what Li Muwan said. Instead, he stared behind him and said, "I'm afraid we can't retreat."

At some point, a huge iceberg had floated behind them and stopped at the end of the ancient boat.

Inside the iceberg there is a huge tusked elephant, covered with dense brown hair and as tall as a mountain.

I really don’t know what era this creature is from. I have never seen one before.

There was a figure standing in front of the deck of the mysterious ancient ship.

Among them, the tall figure standing in the front, holding a bone knife, standing straight, wearing bone armor with thousands of bone pieces connected together, looks like a warrior who walked out of the Yama Hell.

"What evil thing?"

Lu Mingyuan held his breath, holding the famous sword Yang Su, and entered a state of high alert.

"quack."

The shadow uttered a sinister laugh and suddenly disappeared.

It didn't really disappear, but it was too fast and exceeded Lu Mingyuan's ability to recognize it.

As if by reflex, Lu Mingyuan drew out his sword quickly, leaving a crescent-shaped sword light and slashing towards the top of his head.

With a loud bang, the ancient sword of Shenyuan hit an iron wall, causing Lu Mingyuan's arm to go numb.

Lu Mingyuan held Yang Su in his hand and chopped it with force.

Immediately afterwards, twelve black tentacles shot out from the figure's chest, entwined around the blade, and actually tried to take Yang Su away.

The power released by the black tentacles was extremely huge. Lu Mingyuan quickly injected thunder energy into the blade and used the sword intent to break the twelve black tentacles.

He used his magical power of body movement to retreat ten feet.

Lu Mingyuan, standing on the deck, looked extremely solemn.

It was truly an ancient ship from the Middle Ages. Even a random shadow could be so terrifying.

As a martial artist at the Heavenly Man Realm, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult situation.

Those tentacles just now were beyond his understanding, and he had no idea what they were.

It is neither a living creature nor a ghost.

It is a completely unknown creature.

The sea is extremely dangerous. If they board the ship, I will probably die without a burial place.

The hundreds of people on the entire ship gathered together to fight against the creatures on this mysterious ancient boat.

Many people cast powerful spells in an attempt to sink the mysterious ancient boat.

However, when it only hit the surface of the ancient boat, it was blocked by a layer of thin film like an array formation and had no effect at all.

"Jie Jie Jie."

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard outside the cabin, which sounded like the laughter of a shadow.

Lu Mingyuan called everyone together to avoid being left alone. He looked at the floating ghost and said solemnly:

"What the hell are those?"

Sui Yuqing remained calm and collected. He glanced at Lu Mingyuan and gave his answer: "That is the embodiment of the immortals' evil thoughts. When the flesh of a living being is invaded by these evil thoughts, it will be deprived of consciousness and become a puppet of these evil thoughts. After these embodiments are protected by the flesh, they are no longer afraid of the illumination of the Godly Blood Stone."

"Is it a living being or an undead being?" Lu Mingyuan asked.

"Neither a living being nor a dead one."

Sui Yuqing was thinking about how to explain to Lu Mingyuan. After a while, he said, "In the mythological era, every immortal and god had his own will. They enjoyed the incense of the world and sent their thoughts to the mortal world to interfere with the world."

"This Guixu Jihai is the burial place of immortals and gods. All the dead creatures here are the best proof. Their souls have all disappeared, but the negative will and thoughts have not disappeared."

"The only thing worth pondering is why these negative evil thoughts, for some unknown reason, could be preserved for thousands of years and transformed into ferocious immortal evil thoughts. As long as any living being approaches, they will be attacked by them."

Lu Mingyuan frowned and said, "Evil thoughts are just a thought of the ancient immortals and gods. Can thoughts be cultivated into a form and burst out with a power more terrifying than that of a warrior in the Heaven Realm?"

Sui Yuqing said solemnly: "This is the terrifying place of Guixu Jihai. Any living creature that breaks into this place will be assimilated and become part of them."

Lu Mingyuan could clearly feel a chilly air current blowing towards him.

Since these evil thoughts are hiding in the flesh, they can be protected from the shock of the power of the divine stone.

If the power of the magic stone is injected into their bodies, will it have a miraculous effect?
Lu Mingyuan thought so and planned to put it into practice.

He took out the divine meteorite blood stone from the Tianzang golden bag, absorbed the power from it, and attached it to his martial arts energy.

Then hit it hard!

A column of blood dragon energy seemed to be assisted by a god, and it blew away countless mysterious black shadows.

When Lu Mingyuan saw this, his eyes lit up.

"Everyone, use the power of the sacred stone to repel these evil spirits."

Lu Mingyuan's voice transmission rang in the ears of many cultivators.

Everyone woke up as if from a dream, and took out the stones they had collected in the cave of Longding Mountain to resist the erosion of the evil thoughts.

Lu Mingyuan learned the method to restrain these evil spirits, and he took great action. With a wave of his hand, he killed several mysterious black shadows like a god of war.

Less than a quarter of an hour.

Lu Mingyuan and others used the power of the magic stone to eliminate all the evil entities that had boarded the ship.

Lu Mingyuan also stepped onto the mysterious ancient boat in person.

I witnessed with my own eyes many piles of pale bones, all of which were the corpses of people who had died long ago.

In a short while, Lu Mingyuan swept away all the dark shadows on the mysterious ancient boat.

However, for this, he also lost more than fifty pieces of Divine Meteorite Blood Stone.

Lu Mingyuan has been watching the movements of the mysterious ancient boat to see if there are any remaining evil entities.

During the process, Yun Qinghe followed behind him all the time, never leaving his side, with his eyes always on Lu Mingyuan's back.

"This is just one ancient boat, but it has consumed so many of our divine stones. What if there are other similar ancient boats behind us? Will there be enough divine stones to support us until we leave Guixu Jihai?"

Yun Qinghe couldn't help but ask this serious question.

This was the price they paid for their journey to the center of the Sea of ​​Silence.

But if we also take into account the losses, the demand for the Divine Meteorite Blood Stone will be a huge number.

"Let's take it one step at a time. What if there happens to be a teleportation array in the center that can help us get out?"

Lu Mingyuan talked as he walked, and stopped at the door of a room.

"what happened?"

Yun Qinghe immediately switched to a fighting stance and asked while holding a sword.

“There is someone.”

Lu Mingyuan groaned for a moment, then used his Yuan consciousness to probe the corner of the room and discovered that there was actually someone sitting there.

To be exact, it should be a dead person. The figure sat in a dark corner, motionless, with no breath of life emanating from him. It should be just a dead body, not a living person.

Lu Mingyuan is not a coward, he is just a dead body.

There are many strange things in Guixu Jihai. Even the will of gods can be cultivated into evil thoughts. What else is impossible to happen?
Therefore, even when facing a lifeless corpse, Lu Mingyuan remained vigilant and approached carefully.

Who knows how many years the corpse had been sitting there. It was covered in dust and shriveled, but it had not rotted.

There was a bloody hole the size of a wine glass on the chest of the corpse, and there were cracks all around the hole, making him look like a cracked pottery jar.

This bloody hole is the fatal wound.

The bloody hole in the chest radiates a golden glow.

"He has been dead for many years, but his body has not decayed. He must have been an extremely powerful person in his lifetime." Yun Qinghe couldn't help but say.

Lu Mingyuan pondered, "The body has not decayed for a hundred years, so it must be a warrior who practiced martial arts."

As far as he knew, a warrior's body could exist longer than that of any other cultivator. Because of the Vajra Supreme Bone and even the jade-like acupoints, the body was as strong as a magic weapon and could last for tens of thousands of years without any change.

"If he is truly an unrivaled expert, even after his death, his corpse should emit a terrifying aura, and ordinary creatures should not be able to get close to him. However, I have been in the cabin for such a long time, but I have not detected any aura."

Lu Mingyuan held his chin with his fingers, feeling puzzled. Then, his eyes lit up and he said, "He should have some kind of treasure that can conceal his aura."

In a place like Guixu Jihai, Lu Mingyuan did not dare to act recklessly. He first released his Yuan consciousness to investigate and confirmed that there was no danger before walking to the side of the corpse.

He found a token on the body's waist.

First take off the token and wipe off the dust on the surface.

I saw that the token was extremely exquisite, with the four small seal characters "Qingyun Holy King" engraved on it, and it exuded an unparalleled Taoist aura.

Lu Mingyuan triggered some kind of mechanism with just one look, and several sword energies appeared and entered his mind, continuously performing sword techniques.

Even though he practiced swordsmanship instead of knife skills, it can be seen that this swordsmanship is exquisite and is the most advanced skill in the world.

Yun Qinghe was obviously also affected by this token. She was well-informed and recognized the origin of this token at once. She couldn't help but exclaimed:
"This is a technique from one of the eight major schools in the Middle Ages, the Qingyun Saint King Technique."

Lu Mingyuan had heard of this before, so he asked, "The eight major schools, are you talking about the five schools that stood side by side with the Fuyao, Wanluo, and Tongtian schools, but eventually disappeared?"

Yun Qinghe nodded: "That's right."

"Qingyun Saint King Gong is well-known in the Middle Ages. It is famous for cultivating the body's positive energy and has a connection with the Taoist Qi-nourishing Technique."

"This sword technique is from the supreme classics that Guang Chenzi, a human Qigong practitioner in the Middle Ages, comprehended through tortoise shells and the laws of the human body's acupoints."

"You can refine any object into a weapon of killing, including your own body."

"During the battle to ascend to the gods, Guang Chenzi used six red sticks to transform into a heaven and earth sword formation, and raised his hand to suppress a god."

Lu Mingyuan said in a deep voice: "The first generation of Qigong practitioners in the Middle Ages all had great magical powers and cultivated themselves to be as powerful as gods. This Guangchenzi is a great man of the generation of Dao Ancestors. If the skills he comprehended were to be released to the world, it would surely be shocking."

Yun Qinghe agreed: "That's exactly the truth."

"This person is a disciple of Guangchenzi's lineage, so he has the Qingyun Saint King skill."

Lu Mingyuan pointed at the glowing bones and flesh of the corpse and said, "There are more than 70,000 sanctified acupoints on this person's body, which means that he has passed the martial arts saint tribulation and reached the martial saint realm. He should also have comprehended the Qingyun Saint King Art. This kind of talent is extremely rare even now."

Yun Qinghe discovered that there were twisted lines drawn in blood on the ground beside the corpse, and warned: "Look at the ground!"

"What is this. A map?"

Lu Mingyuan discovered that these lines looked like a route map.

"I guess so."

Yun Qinghe nodded slightly: "He should also want to go to the center of Guixu Jihai to find the ascension platform. I don't know what kind of existence he encountered, which seriously injured him and he actually died here."

Lu Mingyuan also noticed that there was a precious sword stuck on the side of the corpse. Even after a thousand years, it was still shining brightly.

The carved wood cloud pattern on it looks very simple and simple, yet very clear, and there is no telling how many spiritual inscriptions are inside.

Lu Mingyuan saw it at a glance.

This is a peerless sword that is even higher in grade than Yang Su!

It's probably a divine sword of immortal quality, a relic from the Middle Ages.

Lu Mingyuan had some ideas about this precious sword.

Yang Su is good and very handy, but it grows too slowly. So far, it is still a ninth-grade innate magic weapon.

I don’t know when I can become a divine weapon.

There just happens to be a suitable magic weapon right now, and anyone would be tempted by it.

There was no danger when I touched the corpse just now. Touching this knife shouldn't be a big deal.

Lu Mingyuan just put his hand on it.

A roar immediately sounded from within the corpse's body, and a dazzling golden holy light emanated from the skin, illuminating the cabin.

Powerful fluctuations of vital energy spread throughout the ancient boat.

After the death of this Martial Saint, the powerful holy power had been gathered in his body, and it finally exploded at this moment.

At this moment, the evil thoughts of all the immortals in the sky were alarmed. They let out shrill whistles and rushed towards the center of the holy power fluctuations.

But a huge blood stone blocked their way in the air.

As the saying goes, a sword is like its man, and a knife is like its best friend.

Whether it is a sword cultivator or a knife cultivator.

One's own flying sword or saber is regarded as one's life.

So Lu Mingyuan had the idea of ​​taking the knife, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the Martial Saint's will.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the corpse in front of him and said solemnly: "My dear senior, instead of letting such a divine sword be covered in dust, it is better to hand it over to me. Nowadays, the human race and the demon race are very vicious, and the evil spirits are rampant. If I can let this sword drink the blood of the demons, wouldn't it be great?
In addition, the unfulfilled wish of the seniors in seeking the Ascension Platform has been fulfilled, and the younger generation will be able to accomplish it on their behalf. This will surely make the name of this sword shine throughout the world!"

"When we leave the cave, I will definitely send your body back to your hometown."

Sure enough, after hearing Lu Mingyuan's words, the originally surging aura and the pressure from the Martial Saint completely dissipated.

Everything was calm again.

Yun Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, still staring at the corpse, and said, "If you hadn't said that just now, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to leave this place."

"Really?" Lu Mingyuan said.

"He is a being who has reached the upper third level of cultivation and is also a top martial saint. Even if he is dead, he may have left some tricks behind."

After a pause, Yun Qinghe continued: "The spirit of the Martial Saint may not have completely dissipated. Even if there is only a trace of the spirit left in your body, it will not be difficult to kill you."

Lu Mingyuan nodded, feeling quite relieved. He wrote down the map on the floor and said, "Let's go. With the map, we will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort at sea."

He pulled out the heavy ancient sword, injected vital energy into it, and shook off all the dust.

The true face of the ancient sword was revealed.

The blade has a dark green glow, the handle is carved from black wood, and an aura of nature that belongs to the origin of green wood is suffused in the blade, making it look like a perfect work of art.

"Zhu Xie."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the words on the magic sword and understood.

That’s the name of the knife.

He put away the Zhuxie Divine Sword and the Qingyun Holy King Art.

(End of this chapter)