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Chapter 280 279. True and False Grudges are Cut Off, the Ancient Bitter Monk (4.4K Words - Please Subscribe)
The fire ship fell like a star, trailing a smoke trail, and the Black Crane was burned to ashes in an instant under the scorching sun.

When the ship hit the ground, it instantly fell apart, revealing figures inside.

"Master, Master, are you okay?" The petite female cultivator in white robe nervously stood guard beside an old man.

The old man was dying, holding his chest with a look of agony, his seven orifices were bulging and a stream of blood was about to flow out of them.

Bang!
The next moment, the old man's eardrums and eyeballs all exploded, blood rushed out, and strands of blood quickly began to form a human shape in mid-air.

The petite female cultivator in white robe looked at the old man nervously.

On the other side, another female cultivator came towards Song Yan first, bowed, and said respectfully: "Thank you for saving my life, senior."

After this woman bowed, many other monks reacted and hurried over to pay their respects.

Song Yan didn't expect to accidentally run into acquaintances, and so many of them. Over the years, he has seen many empty boats coming here, and there are more than hundreds of them in total. It can be seen that there are quite a few people who have migrated here.

But the fact that hundreds of ships could meet so many old friends is indeed an inexplicable cause and effect.

The old man was Elder Dan, the petite female cultivator in white robe was An Li, and the first one to come here to pay respect to him was Tang Ningxin, followed by Su Yao, Ling Xiaoxiao, and even Princess Xi, Tang Xiaokong and others.
In addition to these, there are also some monks wearing sword robes, with different realms or domains, or realm spirits.

But "Wang Susu" was not among these people.

This aroused a hint of curiosity in Song Yan's heart.

Because in his opinion, Wang Susu's sharpness and speed of escape were the best among these people. If anyone in this group could survive, it must be Wang Susu.

But now, all these people are here, where is Wang Susu?
Speaking of which, he was able to successfully escape from the Western Underworld thanks to Wang Susu's sharpness, which could be considered a favor.

He nodded slightly.

In the Sword Palace, a disciple at the initial stage of the Xuanhuang 3rd realm said respectfully, "Senior, we are cultivators from the Tianqi Sword Palace. We took the risk of using the star field vortex to come here to avoid the disaster. However, during the process of sneaking in, we were chased by the people of the Xuehe Sect. Those demons should have come to you."

He suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "I know this is not right, but please help me."

Brush brush!
The disciples of the Sword Palace and old friends all knelt down.

Elder Dan looked weak, his whole body was twitching, the blood was still flowing from his seven orifices, and a bloody human figure was being constructed in mid-air.

Song Yan saw An Li, Su Yao, and Tang Ningxin also kneeling in the crowd.

They have been completely bound to the Tianqi Sword Palace. If Elder Dan dies, there is no way they will be spared.

"Little An Li, what do you think of me now?"

"Foolish woman, your sword still stands firm in the face of the powerful?"

"Xiao Ningxin, have you seduced any men in these years?"

Three simple greetings emerged in Song Yan's mind, but he did not ask.

He just nodded slightly.

Everyone showed joy, thinking in their hearts that this strange and mysterious cultivator must have some connection with their own Sword Palace.

Song Yan looked at Elder Dan and said, "How do I remove this curse?"

Elder Dan recalled, and first said, "Thank you, Brother Dao, for your righteousness. Elder Dan Lie of Tianqi Sword Palace is grateful." Then he said, "Anywhere the blood river covers, if there is blood for more than seven breaths and it is not cleared, it will trigger the blood river curse."

"The cursed person will bleed continuously, and a blood demon with the same appearance and power as the original person will be born outside the body."

"When these blood demons touch the main body for the first time, they will gain its memory of the last twelve hours."

"After one day, the blood demon can make a second touch. This time, it will gain a month's worth of memory."

"After one month, it can make a third touch. This time, the main body will lose all memories, all causes and effects, and all powers, and will be completely replaced by the blood demon."

"I tried hard to resist the formation of the blood demon before, but now I can't stop it."

"There is no solution to this curse, we can only delay it."

Song Yan said: "How did Dan Daoyou bleed for more than seven breaths?"

Elder Dan said back, "I don't know either, I just got caught all of a sudden."

After that, he recalled something and said "Oh" in a daze, then said: "It was raining heavily that day. I was injured during the battle. The wound could never heal after it bled."

"Brother Dao, the people from the Blood River Sect are coming, you must be careful"

"Danlie hasn't asked for your name yet."

Song Yan did not answer. He thought for a moment, turned around quickly and prepared to run away.

Fighting with the Blood River Sect members? He wasn't free enough to do that.

Zixiaotian is so huge that there is no need for a fight.

In the real realm, he is God.

He led everyone away.

At this moment, an empty boat appeared again in the tornado that connected to the sky. Nine black cranes dragged the bronze divine flame empty boat straight down from above. A man stood at the bow with wildly dancing black hair and a sinister look in his eyes.
For a moment, Song Yan seemed to see himself.

"You are not allowed to pretend to be Senior Brother Song!" An Li shouted angrily in the real realm.

Su Yao silently held the sword and said loudly: "No matter how you pretend, you are not him! You are just a despicable villain!"

Not only the two women, many Sword Palace monks also cursed loudly.

Song Yan immediately understood this person's identity: this person was the genius who once replaced his name.

The leader of the righteous path, young and successful, slayed demons and monsters, and made many great achievements. It turned out that they were all fake. In the final analysis, it was just an old monster playing house. However, he still placed an important chess piece at the critical moment.

The "fake Song Yan" taught by the Nine Swords didn't care about the scolding from the minions below. He smiled happily, and stared at the Elder Dan who was transforming into a blood demon. He said calmly: "Old friend Dan Lie, you were one of the people I recommended in the beginning. It was you who asked me to replace Song Yan. Why don't you let go and truly become my old friend?"

He fell rapidly, and a huge blood-red sword wheel formed behind him.

"Don't feel guilty! After all, it's just a fight between saints. What does it have to do with you?"

"The Blood Demon has your memories and everything about you. Isn't that you?"

Dan Lie roared, "I am blind!"

The fake Song Yan didn't take it seriously. He was already very close to the ground. He suddenly looked at Song Yan and said loudly, "Daoyou, please don't meddle in other people's business! Be careful not to get involved in the dispute between saints! You can't afford to bear the consequences of this. Leave quickly!"

Song Yan said: "Of course."

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Song Yan continued: "But you have to let me try, right? Don't you think so, fellow Taoist?"

The fake Song Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced at the strange man in an ordinary black robe below him. He rotated his hands, and a huge blood-red sword wheel formed a vortex. The real domain emerged faintly in the vortex, making the surrounding world appear to have a feeling of a blood-red spiral.

"If you can block my attack, then leave. If you can't, then stay and become my disciple. This is the price you pay for your attack."

Whoosh!
The empty boat fell, and the bloody real world fell with it.

Song Yan looked up at the bloody true domain and grabbed it with one hand.

The giant hand grabbed the bloody true domain and squeezed it gently.

boom!
The fake Song Yan's true domain exploded directly, like an egg crushed by a giant, or like tofu smashed by a strong man.

It feels not much different from the way he kills crazy soldiers and crazy generals.

The immortal blood demon burned in the fierceness of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang, making crackling sounds, and soon turned into a huge human-shaped pool of blood that was imprinted on the ground, and then gradually faded under the exposure of the true sun in the sky.

Song Yan lowered his head slightly, stroked his eyebrows with his left hand, and suppressed the urge to laugh.

He regarded fighting as a sacred thing and never took it lightly, let alone laughed, unless he could not help it.

The gap is too big.

Fortunately, he used almost all his strength in that move just now, and the fake Song Yan was killed instantly by him, as easy as pinching a mosquito to death.

This gave him a new understanding of his current strength. He spent 37.8 million years absorbing the Nine Yin and Nine Yang, and spent tens of millions of failures to fuse the "small true fire" into the "big true fire", raising his strength to a level that could not be practiced. It seemed that he was still not weak.

On the other side, Elder Dan and the disciples of the Sword Palace were all stunned.

Not only was it an instant kill, but the myth of the Blood Demon's immortality was also broken today.

Looking at the blood demon that was still forming in front of Elder Dan, Song Yan grabbed it with his big hand.
Chi Chi Chi.
The blood demon was also evaporated instantly.

Although it was only a "surgical treatment" and the blood river curse was still there, Danlie was completely stunned.

The person in front of me is mysterious and powerful.

He suddenly thought of something, and first said respectfully, "Thank you for saving my life, Senior." He changed the address from "Brother Daoist" to "Senior," and then asked, "Senior, are you an ascetic monk from the ancient times?"

In the ancient times? Ascetic monks?

After a moment of silence, Song Yan said, "I have forgotten many things. If you know, could you please teach me a thing or two?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. If senior wants to know, I will tell you everything I know." Elder Dan hurriedly returned the greeting. He had no doubts in his mind and became more and more certain of the identity of the senior in front of him.

After a brief hesitation, Elder Dan took out a map from his arms, handed it over with both hands, and said respectfully: "Senior, please escort me to the location marked on the map."

Song Yan took it.

This is a fragment of a map of Zixiao Heaven. There is a divine mark on it, which reads: Tianqi Village.

This gave him a very strange feeling.

If you ask which one is stronger between "Tianqi Sword Palace" and "Tianqi Village", no one will choose the latter.

But now, the fact is: this "Tianqi Village" is most likely the gathering place of the hidden powerful people of "Tianqi Sword Palace".

Song Yan locked onto the marked location and headed there with many Tianqi Sword Palace disciples. After walking a few steps, he looked back at the "fake Song Yan's blood mark" and the "empty boat wreckage" behind him. He did not choose to search the bodies to prevent the Blood River Saint from tracking them, but instead pressed out several consecutive palms, completely destroying the scene and the human-shaped blood mark.

On the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the trees on the other side of the river have grown to be more than two people tall. The trunk, which was as thick as a washbasin, is no longer the thin bamboo pole it once was. The red flowers, as gorgeous as the setting sun in the underworld, are rustling in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, as if bidding farewell to those who are leaving, and as if welcoming those who are returning.

Song Yan, who was sitting on the blue sea, seemed to have sensed something. He opened his eyes and looked down at the second day of the Nine Heavens connected by the fragrance of flowers - Xuanming Heaven.

A hole appeared at the bottom of Xuanming Heaven's Sea of ​​Bitterness, revealing the third of the Nine Heavens - Fenjin Heaven.

Burning Sky.
A sky that burns eternally.

The light of the lunar sun seemed to be shattered here, pulverized and melted together, burning all bodies, spirits, and thoughts into nothingness, even the obsession of the devil was no exception.

There is nothing here except fire.

And the floral scent ends here.

The tree on the other shore swayed in the sea of ​​suffering on the first day, making sounds as if it was crying.

Song Yan from the human world looked at the burning sky.

It was clearly only the third day, but it felt like the place where everything would end.

Song Yan from the human world couldn't help but become curious: The flames on the third day are so big, how can we reach the other six days of the nine days?

"The ancient times were the last era when the Nine Heavens still existed."

Elder Dan chatted with Song Yan along the way, telling this senior the information he knew.

"Senior, you should know that the Realm of Ruins is the limit of power. Even our world may be the true domain of someone."

Song Yan said: "Saint?"

Elder Dan said: “The junior does not know, this is just a metaphor, the purpose is just to say that the upper limit of the True Realm is extremely high.

However, this extremely high upper limit also has a time when its potential is exhausted.

That is the fifth realm of Xuanhuang - the realm of descending.

Once entering the realm of descending, the cultivator's strength will drop to the level of transformation, and the original strength will be solidified into a chaos treasure to protect his body.

The twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus that I used to suppress Xi Sheng before was the Chaos Treasure.

Before the five realms of Xuanhuang, cultivators were trying to understand what the vastness of the universe is.

Starting from the five realms of Xuanhuang, the cultivators began to explore how small the universe is.

Being able to be both big and small is the great way.

But the Tao is easier said than done. If you have never seen Mount Sumeru or peeked into a mustard seed, the Tao you have obtained is probably just this.

Therefore, since the ancient times, a group of ascetics have been born in the Nine Heavens and even in the universe.

These ascetics have been searching hard for ways to improve themselves, intending to push their true domains to their limits, so that when they enter the fifth realm of Xuanhuang, the Chaos Treasures they obtain will be powerful enough. "

Song Yan said: "Then how are the five realms of Xuanhuang stronger than the four realms?"

Elder Dan said: “The strength of the five realms of Xuanhuang is actually completely dependent on their own life-born chaos treasures, but they all control the power of ‘descending realms’.

When the five realms of Xuanhuang face the fourth realm, they don't need to do anything. They just need to directly use the method of "descending to the realm" on the four realms.

Once the 'descent to the realm' technique is performed, cultivators in the fourth realm of Xuanhuang will be reduced to the realm of transformation in a short period of time.

However, the power of these Xuanhuang Fourth Realm cultivators was not taken out in advance and was not condensed into Chaos Treasures. This terrifying excess power would completely destroy themselves.

And this is the power of smallness.

After descending to the realm, the monks will lose their true domain. All they can rely on is the method of "descending to the realm" and their own chaos treasures.

After descending to the lower realm, there is also the descent of gods and the descent of the mortal world.
Eventually, those who were once great monks will become mortals."

"So that's how it is." Song Yan understood.

Elder Dan said: "It is truly admirable for a cultivator like you to be so hardworking. I wonder how great the fifth realm you have entered is."

The two of them walked and talked.

A month later.
A magical village miraculously appeared at the end of dusk.

At the entrance of the village, there was an old man with his upper body naked, legs crossed, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan under the scorching sun of Zixiaotian, and an old woman was chattering beside him.

Song Yan stopped.

The old man didn't notice him.

Song Yan glanced at Elder Dan and said, "Just send it here."

Elder Dan thanked him again.

Su Yao, An Li, and Tang Ningxin also thanked this mysterious ascetic monk. They felt that Zixiaotian was extremely magical and they also learned a lot from it.

Someone from Tianqi Village soon came out and welcomed Elder Dan and others in. When he saw Elder Dan's injuries, the man glanced into the distance.

Elder Dan said, "We were brought here by a kind-hearted monk who killed a member of the Blood River Sect from the Fourth Realm."

Then, he briefly explained how to kill the blood demon with one punch.

The man was surprised and said, "You can even encounter this? There are so few ascetics who still persist in Zixiaotian.
And to be able to kill the Blood Demon with one punch, it must have been because he had stayed in Zixiaotian for hundreds of millions of years and had countless opportunities, otherwise he would not have been able to reach this point.

This. Danlie, you really have great luck. "

Elder Dan laughed.

Having said that, he also became curious about the ascetic monk's past.

But Song Yan had already left and gone far away.

He did not stop, but walked alone into the depths of Zixiaotian and strolled in the boundless wilderness.

(End of this chapter)