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Chapter 207 The Secret of Controlling Thunder with the Divine Sword, Start!

To the west of Heyang City, seven huge sword shadows descended from the sky and surrounded the Aquarius Chamber of Commerce.

On every sword shadow, there is a leader of Qingyun Sect.

The leader of the Seven Clans held a sword in his hand, stepped on the Seven Star Steps, and chanted the true secrets of sword style aloud.

"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder. The brilliant power of heaven is drawn with the sword!"

"The Secret of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder, start!"

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It was a bright day under the clear sky when terrifying dark clouds gathered and covered the entire Heyang City in an instant.

Bright blue thunder surged endlessly, exploding with dazzling light and deafening sound.

Countless lightning bolts descended from the dark clouds and entangled the sword of the Seven Clans' leader.

From afar, it looked like there were seven lightning pillars standing between heaven and earth, reaching from the sky to the earth.

The Qingyun Sect learned the lesson from the demise of Fenxiang Valley and launched a powerful attack from the beginning, not daring to be careless at all.

The secret of controlling thunder with the divine sword.

As the most famous and the most powerful sword technique among the four great sword styles, the heads of the seven sects all have profound attainments in it.

It is the first time in the history of this world that seven people use their true skills to fight the enemy at the same time.

"Qingyun Sect really has a profound foundation, no wonder it can be so dominant."

Tens of thousands of people stood above Shanhai Garden, looking at the thunderclouds that covered an area of ​​nearly twenty miles, and their hearts trembled.

If this kind of thunder control technique with such a terrifying range were to be used, the entire Heyang City would probably be destroyed.

On the side, the Poison God, Yu Yangzi, and Madam San Miao looked at the seven lightning pillars from afar and were also terrified.

"The Secret Art of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder, the Secret Art of Slaying Ghosts and Gods, the Secret Art of Seven-Star Sword Style, and the Secret Art of Sword Attracting Azure Dragon. This is just one of the Secret Art."

Madam San Miao's lips turned pale, and she couldn't help but say, "No wonder the Blood Refining Hall led by the black-hearted old man completely declined after the great war between good and evil. How could human power stop this?"

The Poison God was also annoyed and explained, "Among the four great sword techniques of Qingyun Sect, the Divine Sword Controlling Lightning Technique is the easiest to practice. Almost every generation of the Seven Sects' chiefs knows it."

"The true art of beheading ghosts and gods is to attack with extreme sharpness and speed, and to keep the killing intent extremely restrained. When you kill an enemy with this technique, the enemy will often die after only seeing the flash of the sword."

"The Seven Star Sword Style is the most majestic and grand. The Big Dipper brings death and the Southern Dipper brings life. This sword style projects the Big Dipper and draws in the power of death and life. When the seven stars flash by, all life will be cut off."

"As for the last move, the Sword-Guiding Azure Dragon Technique, it is said to be the most difficult to practice. No one in Qingyun Sect has learned it for several generations, and I have never seen it either."

Yu Yangzi's face was solemn, and he continued, "Brother Dushen has one more thing to say."

"Among the four great sword techniques, the Divine Sword Controlling Lightning Technique is the easiest to practice, but it is actually the most restraining to my Holy Religion's skills."

"The sword technique is inherently masculine and powerful, and the thunder technique is naturally resistant to evil spirits. Over the past thousands of years, countless disciples of the Holy Church have died from this true technique."

Wanren nodded and said, "That's right. The black-hearted old man who almost unified the Holy Church eight hundred years ago connected the three great sword styles of Master Kuxin of Qingyun Sect, and that's why he died in Kongsang Mountain."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

When Madam San Miao heard the news that Wan Renwang accidentally revealed, her heart moved.

"Kongsang Mountain? Didn't the black-hearted old man disappear with my sect's founder, Madam Jinling? How could he have passed away in Kongsang Mountain?"

She thought deeply about it and immediately thought of the records in her own secret book.

The Hehuan Sect was founded eight hundred years ago.

The founder of the sect is Madam Jinling, and her magic weapon is the Hehuan Bell.

Madam Jinling is extremely intelligent and has profound Taoism skills. She has gained great enlightenment from studying the magic scriptures.

She and the Black-hearted Old Man, the leader of the Demonic Cult's Blood Refining Hall, have a bond stronger than gold, and they live and die together.

“If the Black-hearted Old Man really passed away in Kongsang Mountain, then our sect’s founder must be there too.”

San Miao's eyes flickered with excitement.

"The Hehuan Dao method of my sect is all performed with the Hehuan Bell as the core. The sect secretly forged the Hehuan Bell several times, but unfortunately they all ended in failure." "If we can find the Hehuan Bell, our sect will surely rise."

Madam San Miao had already made plans. Once this matter was settled, she would immediately send her disciple Jin Ping'er to Kongsang Mountain to look for the Hehuan Bell.

The four of them led their disciples, gazing at the majestic power of heaven, each with different thoughts in their minds.

In the Aquarius Chamber of Commerce, Ding Chunqiu and several spirits and mythical beasts were startled by the sudden arrival of seven lightning pillars.

The first thing they did was not to defend or dodge, but instead, they rushed out of the hall and headed for the backyard, regardless of their own safety.

There, was a simple and elegant palace that had just been renovated.

When the immortal master goes out for a trip, this place becomes his retreat for cultivation.

They have thick skin and flesh, so they won't die from minor injuries, but if the temple is destroyed, that would be a real problem.

The news about several people is a little behind schedule.

When they set out for Heyang City, the Mirage Flying Boat had not yet been completed, and they did not know that Wu Gong already had a palace for their trip.

In addition, Chen Yulou was always prepared for a rainy day, so the palace here was also built to prepare for any emergency.

It’s okay if the Immortal Lord is built and not needed.

But if the Immortal Lord travels without a palace or a temple to rest, it would be a great dereliction of duty.

A few people were busy guarding the palace and didn't care about the terrifying thunder.

"Venerable Xuanwu, hurry up and protect the palace." Ding Chunqiu took a step forward and turned into a thunderbolt Vajra. He came to the mid-air and waited with all his might.

Xuanwu had already started taking action before Ding Chunqiu spoke.

The two generals, turtle and snake, were surrounded by spiritual light, and a phantom of a turtle shell appeared instantly.

The phantom of the tortoise shell grew longer in the wind, turning from virtual to real, and transformed into a huge tortoise shell that enveloped the entire huge palace.

This place took a lot of thought from Earth Guardian King Kong, and it is decorated with a number of antiques. Although they are not valuable, they are extremely thoughtful.

If it were destroyed by heavenly thunder, it would be almost impossible to rebuild it in a short period of time.

Seeing that the palace was protected, Bai Yuan and Mo Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The three demon cultivators looked at each other, their faces filled with anger, and instantly flew into the sky.

At the original spot, one Vajra guardian after another appeared and summoned a barrier to protect the alchemy practitioners, formation practitioners, temple priests and other logistics personnel who came with them.

In the sky, the leaders of the seven sects of Qingyun Sect held a pillar of lightning in their hands, like the god of thunder descending to the earth.

Taoist Master Daoxuan was located at the center of the seven meridians, looking down at Ding Chunqiu and the others, his voice majestic and cold.

"Pingshan monster, hand over my Qingyun Sect disciples and surrender. Otherwise, you will be struck by lightning. Don't blame me for not warning you."

"Pingshan demon?"

Ding Chunqiu was furious, with murderous intent in his eyes: "How dare a bunch of ignorant people desecrate the holy land?"

The white ape swung the Panlong stick and grinned, revealing its sharp teeth: "A few fleas dare to jump on my head? Kill them all."

Mo Yun took out the poison dragon bag. The dragon mouth at the bag moved in and out unsteadily, and the sound of countless poisonous insects hissing could be heard faintly.

"Hehe, the little cutie in my bag is in need of a good blood meal."

Daoxuan was shocked when he saw several people coming out, some of them were strange looking or were transformed demons.

"The behavior of a demon is not that of a human. No wonder they destroyed Fenxiang Valley for no apparent reason. It seems they are not on the same side as us."

He looked at the people who were filled with evil spirits, then looked at the place guarded by the tortoise shell, and his heart moved.

"That palace was protected immediately. It must be an important place. It is estimated to have many secrets. We need to find out later."

(End of this chapter)