Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 223 Kill with one sword
In an instant, Chen Mu felt his eyes go dark, and then he lost consciousness...

I don’t know how long it took, but in an ancient side hall that was a hundred feet square.

Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes and his mind gradually became clear.

"This...is this?"

Looking at the completely different scene in front of him, his heart suddenly jumped.

In his last thought, he still remembered that he was in the cemetery, but now when he opened his eyes, he found himself in such a strange place.

"Could it be because of some kind of formation?"

Chen Mu frowned and thought secretly.

It was not until a moment later that he suddenly realized that Wei Xingyou seemed not to be by his side.

"Not good! Senior Brother Wei's cultivation is not deep. If he encounters other cultivators..."

Thinking of this, Chen Mu didn't dare to waste any more time. He turned around and took a quick look at the environment.

The side hall was not small, but it was extremely empty.

There were only a few withered and yellowed cushions and a wooden chair at the top.

Seeing this, he used his spiritual sense to protect himself, then carefully walked towards the wooden chair.

After some investigation, it was determined that it was just an ordinary wooden chair and there was nothing special about it.

Chen Mu became more and more confused. He stood up, looked around the hall, and began to explore along the corridor.

The corridor was also empty, and it looked as if someone had cleaned it up.

After a while, he reached the end of the corridor. A few steps forward, he saw another hall similar to the one he had just walked to.

But just as he was getting close, Chen Mu suddenly stopped and used the Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique to suppress his own breath.

In the silence, a voice suddenly came from the hall in front.

"Brother Han, how fortunate we are! God has blessed us with this great fortune..."

Chen Mu's heart moved when he heard this, and he quietly used his spiritual sense to explore.

I saw a black-robed monk in his thirties, holding up an exquisite purple-gold gourd and smiling, overjoyed.

The man he called Brother Han Dao was not someone else, but the young master of the Han family, Han Chengran.

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Han Chengran's eyes flashed with disdain. After taking the purple gold gourd, he sneered, "What do you have to do with this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-shirted man froze and stood there in shock. After a pause, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Yes, yes! All the treasures here belong to Brother Han..."

Han Chengran then turned his gaze and looked for the exit of the hall.

"who!"

Perhaps Han Chengran's spiritual sense was not weaker than Chen Mu's, so when he used his spiritual sense to investigate, he immediately found Chen Mu hiding in the corridor behind the hall.

Since he had been exposed, Chen Mu did not try to hide it anymore and just strode out.

Seeing his figure, Han Chengran frowned and called out softly, "Is it you?"

However, it was Chen Mu who had previously waved his hand to break his mysterious water barrier, which made him pay some attention.

Chen Mu's expression was calm. He did not respond, but stared at the purple gold gourd in his hand.

This hall is surprisingly different from the previous one. The previous one had nothing else in it, but this one has a purple gold gourd.

Looking at its exquisiteness, it's obvious that it's not a vulgar object...

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Han Chengran's face turned cold and he suddenly put away the purple gold gourd.

"Brother Han, since this is the path this fellow Daoist has found, the exit should be this corridor."

Seeing that Han Chengran seemed a little unwell, the man in black quickly analyzed the exit of the hall for him.

There are two doors on both sides of the main hall, just choose one...

Han Chengran also knew that this was the case, so he walked towards the opposite direction without saying a word.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

When the man in black turned around and wanted to leave, Chen Mu suddenly stopped him.

"Do you know where this place is?"

The man in black shirt's face turned cold, and he quickly uttered two words before catching up with Han Chengran.

"I don't know!"

"I don't know?" Chen Mu's eyes flickered, and he felt relieved. It seemed he wasn't the only one who didn't have this awareness...

There was only one road, so after a short rest, Chen Mu continued to move forward.

After walking for two quarters of an hour, they arrived in front of a large hall.

This hall is different from the previous two. It is a hundred feet in radius, and the ground and the dome are all covered with thick elixir mist. Under the cover of this mist, there are faint traces of several purple gold gourds.

The most unusual thing is that it seems no one has ever been to this temple...

"Brother Han! This is really an opportunity!" The man in black exclaimed with anticipation in his eyes.

There are several of them now, so he should be able to get one...

Han Chengran laughed loudly and immediately reached out to grab the purple gold gourd.

Just as he was about to take these treasures into his pocket again, a gust of green wind suddenly blew from the opposite side of him!
"call……"

The wind howled violently, blowing up a red mist that filled the hall, which slowly dissipated after a while.

Han Chengran moved closer and saw the person opposite him at a glance.

"Li Delin!"

Looking at the handsome male cultivator who slowly put away his hand seals, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Hahaha... Han Chengran, you are too impatient. I heard your wild laughter from far away. Fortunately, I hurried over and finally stopped you." Li Delin was born a man, but he covered his heart and laughed softly like a female cultivator.

"This androgynous guy... is courting death!"

Han Chengran roared, stirring up a cloud of dark water that all pressed towards Li Delin.

"Haha..." Seeing this, Li Delin was not angry but delighted. He immediately raised the green wind to hold up the black water, then turned around and said to the three wandering cultivators following him, "The remaining two on the opposite side will be handed over to you. After you succeed, the five purple gold gourds will be divided among you three!"

"Don't worry, brother. Killing them is as easy as killing chickens and dogs!"

The three of them were delighted when they heard this and quickly expressed their gratitude.

When facing the Han family, since Fengxuan Island is willing to take the lead, their concerns will be greatly dispelled.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Two of them each controlled a flying sword, while the remaining one moved his lips and summoned a giant fire-patterned python, which flew towards Chen Mu and the others at a rapid speed.

Looking at the approaching attack, Chen Mu frowned. He didn't even know what the purple gold gourd was, and he was fighting in such a confused manner. It was really wrong.

He wanted to retreat for a moment, but there was nowhere to retreat, unless he returned to the hall...

"Qiang!"

The Zhaokong Sword made a slight sound, and in an instant it met the two flying swords flying towards it.

"Dangdang..."

The two flying swords lost their stability and flew back upside down.

"what!"

The two people on the opposite side cried out in unison, and hurriedly summoned all their magic power to finally stabilize their flying swords.

The Zhaokong Sword did not stop at all. After turning around, it flew towards the two of them at a very fast speed!

The sword flew across the dome of the hall, its blade floating unsteadily, like a raindrop falling rapidly from the eaves.

"Tick...tick..."

In the blink of an eye, there were two more sounds of metal clashing, and the Zhaokong Sword moved forward unstoppably, passing between the two men!

"puff……"

Two columns of blood gushed out in succession, and two monks at the twelfth level lost their lives!

Chen Mu's expression was as calm as before, except that his eyes were turned towards the several purple-gold gourds in the middle of the hall.

"In that case, let's fight for some..."

"Fellow Daoist Yang, Fellow Daoist Jia!"

This sudden change frightened the remaining monk so much that he quickly called back the giant python to protect him and looked at the Zhaokong Sword circling in the air as if facing a great enemy.

The two people in the other battle also noticed the situation, their expressions changed at the same time, and they all looked at Chen Mu carefully.

"Among the descendants of various families in the Dongming Sea area... I've never seen anyone with such a physique."

(End of this chapter)