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Chapter 240 239. Rusty Sword and Blood Abyss, Han Gong Song Yan (6.0K words - please subscribe)
Rusted Sword State is actually just a wishful name given by the Ten Thousand Swords Star Region. In the eyes of the monks in the Demon Mountain Star Region, this place has another name - Blood Abyss.

The abyss is one that you can enter but cannot return from.

As for blood, it is probably the first impression given to people by this ownerless and abandoned land.

The righteous call it the Rusted Sword State, the evil ones call it the Blood Abyss, and the natives of this ownerless land prefer to call it the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss.

Blood is falling from great heights.

Countless huge rusty ancient swords are floating above this world composed of more than ten heavens and earths. There are layers of broken boundary membranes around the swords. Looking from the bottom up, the space here seems like a honeycomb, and the tips of these giant swords are dripping with blood eternally.

It is said that many unimaginable wars have broken out here, and each rusty ancient sword was once a large secret realm or battlefield, or even a shrunken world.

The prosperous civilization of the past has long been forgotten and no one cares about it. It has been abandoned like garbage in this ownerless land.

The ancient sword was outside, stretching open the boundary membrane; inside, there were countless corpses; these corpses were kept fresh by some unknown force, and had not decayed even after years of erosion.

As a result, these rusty sword secret realms became a huge "sponge" soaked in blood, with blood dripping naturally and slowly from the exit of the sword tip high in the sky.

Song Yan was sitting in a restaurant that was propped up by a formation shield to block the bloody rain.

Blood slid down the array shield.

But in front of him was a bowl of steaming white rice porridge.

He looked at the porridge quietly, and some past scenes seemed to flash in the reflection of the porridge surface. He picked it up with both hands and slowly brought it to his mouth. However, he caught a glimpse of a child outside the formation shield who was staring at him drinking porridge.

The child was holding a broken umbrella, skinny and drooling.

His movements stopped.

And the moment he stopped moving, he felt a lot of spiritual awareness quietly falling on him, as if watching what he was going to do.

A smile suddenly appeared on his cold face. He put down the bowl of porridge and waved to the child beside him.

The child, whose gender could not be determined, ran in ecstatically, grabbing a bowl from his storage bag as he ran.

Here, storage bags are like garbage bags, there are a lot of them.

As for this bowl, it is a broken magical weapon that has lost its power and has chips on the corners.

The child poured the porridge carefully into his own bowl and put it into his storage bag. Then he emptied the bowl of porridge carefully again. He put it down only when the surface of the bowl was covered with his saliva.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times to Song Yan, then turned around and ran away.

He ran very fast, as if there was a giant man-eating beast following him. If he was a step slower, he would be swallowed and die.

Song Yan pushed away the bowl in front of him and leaned back, causing the wooden chair to creak and turn. Just as he was about to fall, his legs rested against the table, forming a comfortable balance posture.

He took out the gourd from his arms, uncorked it, put it to his lips, and took a sip of the fine wine that Qijian Palace brought that day.

An entire secret sea of ​​wine is enough to drink until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble.

In such a ownerless land where even pure rice and porridge are more expensive than storage bags, fine wine is even more precious.

He closed his eyes and savored the fine wine carefully selected by the Sword Palace.

Every drop is poisonous to cultivators below Xuanhuang, but it is just right for Xuanhuang cultivators.

It makes people intoxicated, and makes them forget themselves and their worries.

Just as he was immersed in the sweetness of the wine and feeling the intoxication burning his body, suddenly a female cultivator's voice came from the opposite side of him.

"Good wine."

Song Yan said without opening his eyes, "Yes."

"Good wine should be shared." The female cultivator smiled charmingly, "My brothers and I would like to share a glass. How about that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan heard the sound of "bang bang bang" sitting down again.

There are four cultivators in total, all of them are at the God Transformation level.

Anyone who can survive here and dare to ask for drinks must be at least in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

It has been a long time since Song Yan came to this Rusty Sword and Blood Abyss.

He couldn't remember whether it was three years, five years, or ten years.

No one came to look for him, because although he was exiled, "Song Yan" was still in Tianqi Sword Palace.

Jian Gong had finally made a bait, so naturally he didn't want to give it up easily.

Before he left, Jian Gong made some small deals with him.

He obtained a copy of the "Xuantian Sword Canon" which could be used to cultivate to the "third realm of Xuanhuang - the realm of sword spirit", some skyfire spirit stones, some realm cores that could be traded, the body of a demon beast in the first realm of Xuanhuang, and an opportunity to go to the sword tomb to bid farewell to Gu Mohan.

What he paid for was the name "Song Yan".

Now, he can be a cat or a dog, but he cannot be the peerless evildoer in Tianqi Sword Palace who has been publicized to be known to the world as his “innate Taiyin talent and the container of the forbidden Wawen talisman”.

Over the years, he has been trying to find out the whereabouts of the Dragon Tomb, and he stopped and walked around, and finally came to this area.

It is said that there is a "well-preserved ancient battlefield with many hidden treasures naturally left behind. The battlefield is very large and even has dragons involved". It is precisely because of the dragon's involvement that the battlefield appears to be of such a high standard.

Outside, some people have even displayed dragon bone treasures, saying that they were obtained here.

There is no doubt that this information is enough for Song Yan to investigate.

There must be many other monks who have also come to investigate.

In this area.

Being kind means being easy to bully.

Taking a step back means being easily bullied.

Giving things to others as gifts means giving them a fat sheep.

Song Yan had just given the child white porridge, which in the eyes of these people meant that he had committed the first and third mistakes.

So, at this time, five teams of incarnation monks were sitting beside him, surrounding him.

"Sharing a glass of wine" was just an excuse. Once he agreed, what awaited him was a ruthless robbery.

However, Song Yanjiu did not respond.

A big man suddenly broke the silence and said in a deep voice, "The skin and bones of that child are a simple shaping spell. His pity is also an act. No one in the local area will be fooled. I think you are a disciple from a famous and upright sect in the Wanjian Star Region who came here to train?"

Song Yan did not comment.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the female cultivator gradually lost her patience and said directly: "Hand over the wine, hand over everything on you, and then go back to where you came from. Just think of this as a lesson."

She grinned and said, "Boy, you have gained something, and it's time to end your training."

She laughed and stood up.

The other four monks also stood up.

The black shadow fell, surrounding the man in black robe sitting on the wooden chair in the center, and annihilated him.

After a moment.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Five monks were thrown out of the tavern. They looked at each other fiercely, got up, and left quickly.

In this land.
Either don't fight, or be ruthless. There must be a reason, otherwise it means you are a wimp.

In the eyes of everyone, the man in black robe who was drinking fine wine in the restaurant made another mistake.

A person who has a moral bottom line and does not take ruthless action when being bullied is truly a fat sheep that exudes fragrance all the time.

Perhaps, the evil wolf in the Spirit Transformation Realm cannot hunt the fat sheep in the Xuanhuang Realm, but if it is replaced by an evil wolf in the Xuanhuang Realm, then it can be done.

It's either hunt or be hunted, species and strength have little to do with each other.

After Song Yan finished drinking the wine, he threw out another ordinary Starfire Spirit Stone and said politely, "Please bring a plate of snacks, something clean."

The cultivator who acted as the "waiter" in the restaurant took the Starfire Spirit Stone, smelled it, and said with a smile: "This fire smell is really pure, without any fishy smell or mixed with anything else. You are worthy of being a disciple from a righteous sect in the Ten Thousand Swords Star Region."

His words undoubtedly gave Song Yan, the sheep, another layer of fragrance, making him even more charming.

You know, it is quite difficult to absorb the energy of the moon and the sun in the Rusty Sword Blood Abyss, and the best way is to use the "fire of the moon and the sun" condensed in the Starfire Spirit Stone to practice.

Starfire Spirit Stones of good quality will naturally always be popular.

Soon, a plate of roasted monster meat of an unknown species was served on the table. The huge bones were loaded with meat, the skin was roasted to a golden color, and the fat was still bubbling. The tempting aroma it exuded made people want to finish it quickly.

Song Yan started eating slowly.

Halfway through the meal, the restaurant suddenly became quiet.

A strange atmosphere spread.

The door creaked, and the first person to walk in was a graceful female cultivator with half of her face covered by a bronze mask. The bronze right side of her face looked hideous and frightening, but the uncovered left side was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyebrows are as dark as distant mountains, her eyes are as charming as spring water, her lips are bright red, and the corners of her lips are slightly upturned, exuding charm, as if she is always asking for a kiss from the man who is looking at her.

She had an extremely graceful figure, wrapped in a red silk robe, her waist was as slender and powerful as a python, and her black hair was pinned with a pair of strange scissors.

The charming female cultivator walked in. The waiter who had loudly "read" the information about the Sparkling Spirit Stone given by Song Yan suddenly shrank his neck and hurried forward. He didn't dare to look at the female cultivator, but just lowered his head and shouted, "Ninth Master..."

As soon as the word "Sir" fell, the waiter suddenly froze, then sat down on the ground, looked behind the female cultivator and murmured, "Mr. Han, you are here too."

A monk named Han Gong walked in.

It was a strange hunchbacked old man, wrapped in a large cloak, with skin that was not in line with his appearance. Looking more closely, one could see that his forehead was stretched and torn. There were strange taut stitches on the torn part, and behind the stitches was a dark patch.

It is obvious that this hunchbacked old man is most likely just a shell.

The real Han Gong is hidden in his skin.

Everyone in the restaurant fell silent, except Song Yan who was quietly eating barbecue.

The hunchbacked old man known as Mr. Han and the masked female cultivator known as Master Jiu stood opposite him.

Song Yan continued to eat the barbecue until he finished it. He took out a sip of the wine, sighed comfortably, burped, and then looked at the two monks standing in front of him and said, "What's the matter?"

Han Gongdao: "Every place has its own rules. When you come here, you must abide by them."

Song Yan said: "What rules?"

Han Gongdao: "If the weak show their wealth, you must rob them. You must abide by this rule, and so must I."

Song Yan said: "You want to rob me?"

Mr. Han waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, we haven't reached that stage yet, let's take it step by step.

First of all, which sect are you from? Do you have any disciples nearby? If so, give me some evidence. Once I have the evidence, I will turn around and leave without stopping. "Song Yan said, "I have no sect or school, I am just an abandoned disciple."

Han Gong suddenly realized and said, "I can see it."

Go ahead, he continued, "Then, let's go to the second step. Your realm should still be at the Realm Core Realm, right? If it is higher, please show it. If it is above the Realm Core Realm, I am willing to apologize without any complaints."

Song Yan said: "It's still in the core of the world."

Han Gong nodded and said, "That's right. If it was above the realm core, how could it be easily abandoned by the sect?"

After thinking for a while, he continued, "Now the third question. Do you have any extremely terrifying treasures or extremely strong relationships? If so, in order to avoid unnecessary disputes and to show that you can ignore the rules here, please show them."

Song Yan sighed and said, "I really want to give it to you, but I don't."

Han Gongdao said: "Then I am really curious, why do you still have the heart to sit here and eat and drink instead of turning around and running away?"

Song Yan gave a bitter smile and said, "Escape? Where else can I escape to?"

Han Gongdao: "I understand, I understand! Then the last question. Please answer carefully. This is the last way to avoid disputes."

Before he finished speaking, he was still asking his last question, and the black-robed monk opposite him seemed to be listening.

Who wouldn’t want to avoid disputes if they can?

But just at this moment, a chuckle came from behind Song Yan.

That smile was like a burning fire, like the rapid rubbing of a body, like the trembling water drops on the tip of a green leaf, like a love poison, like crying and laughing, crying and laughing.
Five white fingers gently stroked Song Yan's neck from behind.

She is so gentle that people can't help but think of their long-lost lover, and then want to look back at her again.

Obviously, this is a natal talisman such as "Hehuan Mihun".

This killer move was made while the respondent was still waiting for the question.

In this land, "open and aboveboard" is ridiculous.

The Ninth Master watched as the black-robed male cultivator shrank his neck in embarrassment, then used a force to push her hand away and flew away.

Mr. Han, who had been smiling the whole time, seemed to have been waiting for a long time and followed closely out at an extremely fast speed.

The power of corrosive space began to ripple around him, and then a bloody hand that covered the sky broke through the air. Wherever it went, the space was shattered, and the blood outside the restaurant array rushed madly into the void. The bloody hand pulled the fragments of space towards the fleeing monk.

A hideous evil laugh followed and spread outward.

"You idiot, you have no background, you have no power, yet you are still so ostentatious. Be more careful in your next life!"

Snapped!
Yin Jiuchai twisted her waist and fell from behind. She stood in one place, looking at the corpse of the black-robed monk in the distance and Han Zhou who was picking up the corpse, and said, "Han Lang's speed has increased again."

Han Gong Song Yan did not answer. He was recovering items from his previous body and at the same time counting the treasures and power of this evil cultivator in the Realm of Core Realm named Han Zhou.

The complete control of the small Tiandao character "Freedom" brought some changes to his power. It was useless in the Tianqi Sword Palace before, but it was useful here.

Change 1: Control with divine thoughts is permanent control.

In other words, he controlled the "Mara" when it was severely damaged, and if he repaired the "Mara" later, then even if the Mara was at a higher level than him, it would still be a part of him.

Now, the demon has been repaired and reached the "early stage of the second realm of Xuanhuang" which Song Yan himself has not reached, but it is still under Song Yan's control.

Change 2: Superposition of divine thoughts.

To put it simply, Song Yan could only add one divine thought to his physical soul before, but now he can add many.

As long as there is an obvious gap in the realm between these divine thoughts, they can be used together.

Now, the first layer outside of Song Yan's soul is covered by Moluo, who is in the "early stage of the second realm of Xuanhuang", and the second layer is covered by Han Zhou, who is in the "late stage of the first realm of Xuanhuang".

Han Zhou's soul was destroyed. As the saying goes, you can't bring anything with you when you are born and you can't take anything with you when you die. The remaining consciousness and body were taken away by Song Yan, and his power was also directly taken away by Song Yan.

However, these powers come from outside and are eternally frozen, making it impossible for them to be improved at all.

Han Zhou's natal talisman is of the "corrosion" type.

The skills he practiced were: one, leather sewing, two, corruption, and three, a corrupt sword.

Han Zhou's memory was filled with gaps. He only remembered that he woke up in this ownerless land. After years of exploration, he felt that he was most likely a ghost cultivator. As for who the previous owner of this body was, it didn't matter anymore.

Its true form is a man emitting evil aura.

By sewing skin, he turned a disciple of a famous and upright sect into a hunchbacked old man, and then he himself hid in the skin.

Its skin can still exert some of its frontal strength.

He is a two-in-one man, able to exert two completely different powers, making him virtually impossible to defend against.

It’s a pity that he met Song Yan.

When the master of "skin-covering" met the ancestor of "skin-covering", his fate can be imagined.

Han Gong Song Yan picked and chose, threw the original corpse into the storage bag, and then divided it into another storage bag and threw it far away.

Yin Jiuchai took it, took a look, and said with a smile: "Han Lang, these idiots from famous and upright sects do have quite a few treasures. This way, the four of us will have a better chance of exploring the ancient dragon battlefield again."

Han Gong Song Yan said calmly: "Nine Lady, let's go to the next place."

Yin Jiuchai tossed the storage bag and said with a grin, "This ancient dragon battlefield has attracted quite a few foreign cultivators. This guy is not the first, nor the last."

After a while.
The graceful female cultivator wearing a half-bronze mask and the hunchbacked, cracked old man landed on the ground again.

On the side of the street, the children who had originally looked so pitiful all revealed their strong bodies and stopped disguising themselves. They hurriedly moved away, fearing that they would block the way of the two men.

In the restaurant, the waiter nodded and bowed, shouting: "Mr. Han, Mr. Nine, take care!"

As for the monk who had foolishly given out porridge and drank wine in the building, no one remembered him anymore.

People die quickly here and a lot of people come.

The dead are not worth remembering.

The next stop is a void ford.

There are many such shallows in the Rusty Sword Blood Abyss, and they are dangerous corners.

Outsiders or some extremely vicious people like to stay here.

The natives of Rusty Sword Blood Abyss would not come here unless necessary. After all, every shallow beach is like a blind box, and no one knows what kind of enemy they will encounter.

At this moment, a strong voice of pleading was coming from the shallows of the void.

That was the voice of a male cultivator.

The male cultivator cried out heart-wrenchingly, as if he was being separated from his beloved one.

He lay on the ground, raised his hands and grasped upwards, looking at the graceful lady in the red silk robe with a burning and eager gaze, crying out: "Jiu Niang, Jiu Niang, please smile again! Please, smile again! Your smile is really beautiful!"

Yin Jiuchai squatted down, and her ten white fingers slowly pinched the male cultivator's neck, then tightened it little by little, with gradually increasing strength, and the corners of her mouth gradually pulled up.

The male cultivator looked at the corner of her mouth with fascination.

At the last moment, he was strangled to death.

It is outrageous that a monk was strangled to death, and at such a level.

But he was strangled to death.

He died happily, there was still light in his eyes, and that light reflected Yin Jiuchai's last smile.

Being able to see Jiu Niang's smile, he would die without regrets.

The eyes were wide open, and in the reflection of the pearl membrane, the female cultivator whose smile he longed for suddenly untied her belt, rolled up her silk robe, and then folded it on Han Gong Song Yan's body, dancing wildly like the waves of the sea.

The fragrant wind blows away the greasy smell.

The silver bell-like laughter continued from time to time, but the monk could no longer see it.

Song Yan was enjoying it.

for a long time
Everything calms down.

"So powerful." Yin Jiuchai praised, then put on her robe, gradually covering the flesh that was exposed, while walking towards the male cultivator who died with a smile on his face, and began to pick up the corpse.

Whoever takes action gets to pick up the body; this is the rule they set.

Before, it was Song Yan who picked up his own body, and now it is Yin Jiuchai's turn.

Song Yan glanced sideways at the vast starry sky beyond the shallows.

On a lonely cliff in the mortal world, one could see the rolling clouds and mist, but that scene was nothing like what was happening before our eyes.

There are some bright stars in the starry sky, but none of them is his hometown or his place to stay.

He watched quietly.

After a while, he felt the sound of wind.

He raised his hand and took it, and it turned out to be the storage bag thrown by Yin Jiuchai.

He scanned the bag with his spiritual sense and found that it was quite full.

Yin Jiuchai smiled charmingly and said, "Han Lang, you made me very happy today, so I'll give you more."

Song Yan said: "Let's go."

He hunched his back and walked towards the shallows exit. Yin Jiuchai followed beside him, chattering about the "Ancient Battlefield of the Giant Dragon".

After walking for a while, they came to a fork in the road and saw two strange and familiar figures walking towards them.

The leader was an expressionless child holding a rattle in his hand. The drum gave off an evil aura that bewitched people's hearts. As he walked, the child used bloody human skin to add thickness to the drumhead of the rattle.

Song Yan knew from Han Zhou's memory that the boy's name was Ying Wubei, who was very good at using voice to confuse people, and could kill people even faster than Yin Jiuchai.

Yin Jiuchai still has to be charming, but this little boy only needs to walk up and shout "Daddy", and if the target hears his "Daddy", he's basically in trouble.

Next to the little boy was a two-meter-tall giant wrapped in a warrior's iron armor. He was holding a saber-shaped treasure in his hand and walking majestically.

The giant's name has long been lost, and he is now called Wusheng.

These four people are the local bullies in this area. Now they gather together to search for treasures, all for the "Ancient Dragon Battlefield".

However, the other three went for the "ancient battlefield", while Song Yan went for the "giant dragon".

(End of this chapter)