From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 567: Baiyun has a sword fairy

"You are crazy, the person opposite is a human immortal!"

Wang Xin, the once reckless boy, now had sparse stubble. He tried his best to hold Zhao Ziyao down to prevent her from making any rash moves.

“Human immortal? So what if he’s a human immortal? If he dares to go wild in Baiyun Mountain, I’ll chop him up anyway!”

Zhao Ziyao's eyes were burning with fire, and she was so excited that she broke free from Wang Xin's restraints.

Wang Xin was pushed to the ground, looking at Zhao Ziyao whose eyes seemed to be breathing fire, feeling helpless.

His aptitude was indeed poor. Even though he had managed to break through to the innate realm with the help of the Seven Auxiliary Brews, he still could not see any sign of the seed path after more than ten years of hard work. The emotional Zhao Ziyao did not hold back his strength and fell to the ground, causing him to sweat coldly on his forehead due to the pain.

The entire mountain was shaking under the attack of the human immortal master in the air, and huge rocks kept sliding down.

This was something that had never happened to Baiyun Mountain since its founding. The Baiyun disciples moved around the mountain and gathered in the square to treat the wounded and avoid the rocks.

Seeing this, Liu Ming immediately ran over, helped Wang Xin up from the ground, and tried to dissuade the furious Zhao Ziyao.

"Sister Ziyao, don't be impulsive. Wait for rescue. If we go out now, we will die in vain!"

"Waiting for rescue?" Zhao Ziyao snorted coldly, "Waiting for whose rescue? We are Baiyun Mountain! We are the only ones who can rescue others! When did we have to hide in the mountains and wait for others to rescue us?"

"As a disciple of Baiyun, you see chaos but don't draw your sword. Are you going to watch this old bastard destroy the dojo on the mountain?!"

Zhao Ziyao's eyes were red, and with a clang, the Chengying sword was unsheathed, pointing resolutely at the immortal cultivator in the sky.

"Before Master Li left the mountain, he said that he would leave the Taoist temple and the mountain to me! Master Li hasn't come back yet, how can I let all this be destroyed in my hands!"

At this point, Zhao Ziyao's eyes were already filled with tears.
Her personality has become much more restrained in recent years, and she rarely loses her temper like this.
"Li Zhenjun is not here, and Taoist Chi is in a coma. At this moment, I am the person in charge of Baiyun Mountain!"

"Wang Xin, give me the formation card!"

Zhao Ziyao roared, Wang Xin stood up, looked at Zhao Ziyao with red eyes and bitter expression, struggled for a long time, and finally sighed and fumbled in his arms.

Zhao Ziyao stepped forward and snatched a beautifully carved jade plaque from Wang Xin's hand. Then she looked at Wang Xin and Liu Ming resolutely.
"Go to the back mountain and take good care of Taoist Priest Chi, Little Zhuoma, Wang Shuhuan and the others."

"As long as I am alive, these evil demons will not be able to invade Baiyun Mountain!"

Zhao Ziyao gritted her teeth and then whistled. A red dot suddenly flew out from the shaking forest, grew in the wind, and instantly turned into a giant spider tens of meters long.

The Spider King! The demon king of the Ailao Mountain in southern Yunnan, was subdued by Li Yang and kept on the mountain. Now he wants to fight with Zhao Ziyao!
"sieve!"

Zhao Ziyao stood on the back of the Gu Spider King, and the man and the spider immediately broke out of the formation with the help of the formation card.

The formation was already on the verge of crumbling under the attack of the immortals from the Jizhen Realm, and the light curtains in many places had become transparent. It was only a matter of time before it was breached.

As ripples appeared on a light curtain, in a moment, Zhao Ziyao was riding on the Gu Spider King and holding a sword to block the human immortal from the Jizhen Realm.

"Oh, there are two more ants."

The immortal from the Jizhen Realm who was attacking the formation fiercely glanced at Zhao Ziyao and the Gu Spider King, and then his eyes fixed on the Chengying Sword in Zhao Ziyao's hand.

"What a treasure! It's actually a rare Yuanshen Side Magic Sword!"

"This evil beast is not bad, it is a rare poisonous creature. I caught it and used it as my walking stick."

The human immortal master looked at them leisurely, extremely arrogant and domineering, and had already regarded the Chengying Sword and the Gu Spider King as his trophies.

"I'll treat you like a **** head!"

"You dare to invade Baiyun Mountain? I'll chop you to death, you old bastard!"

As the former silent fairy, Zhao Ziyao gritted her teeth and cursed, then the light of the Chengying sword suddenly disappeared into nothingness, and she and the Gu Spider King killed the human immortal.

At the Baiyun Mountain Square, Liu Ming and Wang Xin looked at the magnificent sword light outside the formation, their hearts in their throats.

They could see that Zhao Ziyao and the Gu Spider King were no match for the human immortal on the opposite side!

"Go, go to the back mountain! Zi Yao can't hold on for much longer! Take Chi Yuanjun and the others and escape from the mountain!"

Wang Xin roared, and then pulled the dazed Liu Ming and several Baiyun disciples and rushed to the back mountain quickly.

The back mountain is not far from the front mountain, and the movements there can also be seen from the back mountain.

Chen Li, Song Ling and other female disciples were in a mess, but when they saw Wang Xin and Liu Ming running over, they immediately lit up with joy.

"The one above is a human immortal. With Baiyun Mountain's current state, there is no way to fight him. You take the unconscious Taoist Chi and Master Yubao down the mountain through the secret passage! Quick, quick, quick!!!"

Before the people arrived, Wang Xin was shouting at the top of his voice on the mountain road a few hundred meters away.

"Escape? Are we going to give the entire mountain gate and the Taoist temple to these foreign demons?"

"If Li Zhenjun comes back and sees the mountain destroyed and ravaged, how sad he will be."

Song Ling was crying and shedding tears. She was the first generation disciple of Baiyun Mountain. Baiyun Mountain was her home and the most sacred and inviolable place in her heart. Now that she knew this place was going to be abandoned, she couldn't stop crying.

The other female disciples did the same, chattering and crying, surrounding Wang Xin and Liu Ming, asking over and over again if there was any other solution.

"Don't waste any more time! Ziyao, she can't hold on for much longer! Now, immediately, get down the mountain! Escape!"

Wang Xin, a tough guy who is nearly two meters tall, had red eyes and gave orders almost in a roar.

"Liu Ming, you usually have the most methods and a sharp mind. Do you have any other ideas?"

Chen Li and several other girls then pulled at the hem of Liu Ming's Taoist robe, and were about to cry.

Liu Ming opened his mouth and looked at the hopeful eyes of the female disciples, but he couldn't say anything.

"Don't make it difficult for Liu Ming. He is not a god, and his wisdom cannot match his supernatural powers. If he insists on staying, it will only completely cut off the incense of Baiyun Mountain."

A somewhat weak voice came from the main hall. The female disciples as well as Liu Ming and Wang Xin turned around and saw Li Linger, who had a broken arm, and Wang Shuhuan walking out with their support.

"Li Ling'er, you're awake!"

Wang Xin's face lit up with joy when he saw Li Ling'er waking up.

"Well, Brother Xin, I'm sorry to have made you worried."

Li Ling'er forced a smile on her pale face.

"Chen Li, Song Ling, take Taoist Chi and Master Yubao and the others to escape! Li Ling'er and I will help Sister Ziyao to hold back the immortal from the Extreme Realm."

"You guys follow Liu Ming. Liu Ming is smart and runs fast. Only by following him can you survive."

Wang Shuhuan spoke each word carefully, looked at everyone, and then slowly straightened his chest.

"You guys?" Chen Li in the crowd cried as she looked at Wang Shuhuan, who was covered in bandages. "The person opposite is a human immortal! A human immortal! Only Taoist Chi can deal with that. You are just going to die like this!"

Chen Li was so emotional that she squatted on the ground and sobbed.

Wang Shuhuan and Li Linger barely managed to survive the battle, and now they are still seriously injured, and both of them are innate. How can they delay the enemy?

It can only be life.

"Class monitor, be good and don't cry."

Wang Shuhuan smiled gently and walked up to Chen Li.

Just when everyone thought Wang Shuhuan was going to say something to comfort her, he suddenly hit Chen Li on the back of her neck with a knife.

Chen Li collapsed immediately, and was then carried in by Wang Shuhuan and placed on the bed in the center of the hall.

"Liu Ming, I'm counting on you." Wang Shuhuan turned and looked at Liu Ming with a sad smile on his face: "Protect them well and leave a spark for our Baiyun Mountain."

Liu Ming felt like there was something blocking his throat, which made it dry and painful.

"You will die."

"But people will die eventually."

Wang Shuhuan's eyes were calm.
Liu Ming stared at Wang Shuhuan blankly, then nodded heavily: "Okay." The group moved quickly. Several female disciples and Song Ling carried the unconscious Chi Yanhong Yubao, as well as little Zhuoma, Zhu Ling and Chen Li, and followed Wang Xin and Liu Ming down the mountain.

Behind them were two thin and resolute figures.

"Damn, what a pair of idiots, two idiots who can only act cool and think they are heroes!"

"Why, why did I have to meet these two idiots!"

"Heroes will die..."

Liu Ming turned around, and all he could see was the two people on the top of the mountain. He ran and suddenly burst into tears.

On the top of the mountain, Wang Shuhuan and Li Linger finally breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the Baiyun disciples disappear from their sight.

They looked at each other, and Wang Shuhuan spoke first: "You should have gone with them. Lingma has died in the battle, and you also lost an arm. Wait, it will be an aerial battle."

"I have my own way."

Li Linger's expression was calm.

After saying that, the two smiled at each other, then sat cross-legged in the back mountain, breathing in spiritual energy.

The domineering nature of the Qi-eating method means that as long as they are awake, they can quickly recover their magic power. The opponent is a human immortal, and now that they are running out of magic power, they will just be delivering food if they go into battle.

But there is not much time left for them to recover.

The mountain was shaking, the bells on the eaves of the Jade Toad Palace were jingling, the huge red spider several thousand meters in the sky was already covered with scars, and the brilliant sword light was becoming increasingly weak.

This is a desperate world. It is being destroyed and is about to become a desolate place.

Just when the brilliant sword light was about to completely dim, two young men dressed as Taoists slowly stood up in the back mountain of Baiyun Mountain.

"I came from heaven and earth, born from fate and destiny. This mountain also has my share of karma."

Li Linger turned around and looked at Wang Shuhuan calmly: "Brother, I will be very handsome in a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Wang Shuhuan could react, the entire Baiyun Mountain seemed to tremble more violently, and a faint tremor began to mix with the wind flowing through the clouds of Baiyun Mountain.

Wang Shuhuan heard it clearly. It was the sound of swords, the sound of swords from an entire mountain.

Clang!
Clang!
First there was one sound, then the second, until they finally became one, like waves in a sea of ​​swords, resounding throughout the entire mountain.

Baiyun Mountain Sword Pavilion is where the swords of Baiyun Mountain are stored. It is an important place in Baiyun Mountain. When Li Yang and Chi Yanhong are not here, usually only Zhao Ziyao and Wang Xin can open it.

There are swords from Baiyun Mountain stored inside, many swords, including the Three Thousand Qingshuang and One Hundred and Eight Liuyun that Li Yang had previously forged in Mount Emei.

But at this moment, the entire towering Sword Pavilion was shaking.

Then, with a sound like the collapse of heaven and earth, the roof of the Sword Pavilion suddenly exploded, and a silver torrent composed of countless swords rushed out, mighty and mighty, stretching for hundreds of meters and rising into the sky.

This torrent of swords flew to the back mountain and hovered beside the young man with a broken arm, guarding him and floating in the air, emitting bursts of cold light and murderous aura.

Li Linger touched these swords, with the Hundred Flowing Cloud Swords as the blades and the Three Thousand Clear Frost Swords as the bones, which merged into one with his aura.

"I was originally a piece of Kunlun stone in Mount Emei. I was transformed into a human form with the sword energy left by the ancient sword immortal at the foot of the mountain. These swords have the same origin as me and were also forged by my master with the sword energy."

"When I became a disciple, my master told me to learn ethics, practice calligraphy, burn incense, and grow flowers and trees. I did this every day for more than ten years. I almost forgot that I was just a stone in disguise."

"Master, when you forged the Emei sword, did you foresee this day?"

Li Linger said calmly, with a vicissitudes of life on her face, and then turned to look at Wang Shuhuan:
"Brother, I'm going first."

Then this vast torrent of swords lifted him up, rising into the sky step by step and leaving the formation.

That should be a very shocking scene, the one-armed boy stepping on the majestic sword cloud and killing the demon hidden in the cloud.

Wang Shuhuan looked up at all this and couldn't help but smack his lips in amazement.

Because just as Li Ling'er said, he is indeed very handsome now.

Without envying for too long, Wang Shuhuan turned around and stepped into the side hall of Yuchan Palace.

Two fully armed officers in the hall were guarding a sword behind them.

The sword was an ancient one, placed on the sword rack with half of the blade exposed in the air.

This is an ancient sword, more than three feet long, and the hilt is like a bronze sword from the Qin Dynasty.

The officer was as if facing a powerful enemy, but when he saw that the person coming was Wang Shuhuan, his face relaxed.

"Master Wang, are you sure you want to use this sword?"

The leading officer stepped forward and confirmed solemnly again.

Wang Shuhuan smiled lightly: "In fact, I should have swung this sword on Mount Qingcheng twenty years ago. At that time, they also called me the Sword Master."

Wang Shuhuan's eyes were filled with reminiscence. That was a turning point in his entire life. It was hard to say whether it was good or bad.

But now thinking back, the sixteen-year-old me probably wasn't prepared to strike with that sword.

So, today, he has to strike out the unfinished sword on behalf of his sixteen-year-old self.

Seeing that the two officers were still hesitating, Wang Shuhuan took a step forward and said calmly:
"There is no need to wait for the new sword master you sent. After Master Yubao fell into a coma, I have the highest cultivation level among the remaining people who can control this sword. In other words, I am the next generation of sword master."

Wang Shuhuan smiled slightly, and the two fully armed officers looked at each other and finally made way.

However, just as Wang Shuhuan bent down to grasp the hilt of the sword, a somewhat lonely and complicated voice suddenly came from outside the side hall.

"No, you are not."

As if he had made a big decision, a figure with heavy steps and gritted teeth finally walked slowly into the side hall.

“Liu Ming!!”

"Didn't you bring Taoist Priest Chi and Master Yubao down the mountain?"

After seeing the appearance of the person coming, Wang Shuhuan exclaimed in surprise.

“I don’t know.” Liu Ming’s face looked like he was crying and laughing at the same time, and it was extremely ugly: “Don’t ask me anymore. It was really hard for me to turn around.”

"Ask me again, I'm worried, the next moment I'll change my mind and continue to run away."

Wang Shuhuan looked at Liu Ming, who was holding his head in pain, with a hint of relief on his face.

"But you're back, aren't you?"

"Fools, all of you are fools, it's all your fault, now I'm going to be a fool too!!"

Liu Ming cursed with a smile, and then his eyes gradually stopped at the sword behind Wang Shuhuan.

Seeing this, the two officers frowned and stood in front of Liu Ming.

The Ji Sword was a national treasure and should have been sent down the mountain with the others. It was only because Wang Shuhuan came to find them that they were reluctantly persuaded to leave the sword on the mountain.

They would not allow the sword to fall into the hands of anyone else.

Liu Ming looked at them, then slowly lowered his head:
"So when Lishan clan ruled the world, his son was named Nong, who was able to grow all kinds of grains. When Xia declined, Zhou Qi succeeded him, so he was worshipped as Ji."

"Ji is the god of the five grains, and it represents the country. This is what is meant by the king's death for the country."

Liu Ming said calmly, then raised his head, his eyes gradually becoming determined.

"Do you really think that those guys on Yaji Mountain who died with one sword strike were the Sword Masters?"

"There is only one true sword master from beginning to end!"

(End of this chapter)