I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 78: Wudang Extermination: Sword Inheritance
At this moment, even though they were more than ten miles apart, the bright light still cast a long black shadow behind Lu Wujiu. Suddenly, the black shadow quickly became thinner and finally disappeared.

Because there was only impenetrable white light within a radius of more than ten miles.

Is this the power of the fourth-class Pure Yang Sword Immortal?

Lu Wujiu was shocked. In astonishment, the sword light quickly disappeared, revealing a hot bowl-shaped meteorite.

However, when you look closely, that is not a meteorite.
It is clearly a semi-circular bowl-shaped sphere constructed by countless densely packed talismans.

At this moment, the surface of the sphere was scarlet, which was the glint of cinnabar, and also the afterglow of talismans turning into ashes.

"Old bastard, this sword is not as good as before!"

A teasing voice came from the bowl-shaped talisman.

At this moment, these talismans suddenly cracked and turned into paper rings, like star belts, surrounding Pang Chen.

"It's my turn now!"

Pang Chen, who was facing the Sijia Pure Yang Sword Qi, laughed wildly, waved his hand, and the talismans around him rushed towards Zhao Wuji like a stream of silk.

"The dog with a broken back is barking wildly!"

Zhao Wuji swung his sword, and the brilliant sword light shone in the sky again.

But this time, there were countless talismans blocking the light, so the light was no longer dazzling, and from a distance it looked like a huge white fireball.

"Stab!"

Suddenly, a sword energy descended from the sky and slashed straight towards Lu Wujiu.

Lu Wujiu dodged, but even so, the sharp sword energy still made his face numb.

A long gully was plowed out on the official road compacted with loess!
Looking at the leaked sword energy, Lu Wujiu's heart was beating wildly.

——It possesses such terrifying power even from ten miles away. What would happen if we faced it head-on?
At this moment, with his eyesight, he could no longer see the figures of the two people fighting. All he could see was a large burning cloud of fire and sword beams that looked like flashes of lightning, wandering freely in the clouds.

From time to time, sword energy like a crescent arc of light would fall from the sky, making the earth rumble.

Soon, gray snow began to fall from the sky.

That's a burning talisman!
"Hahaha, old bastard, I've long told you that steel that's too strong can easily damage its blade! You insisted on believing in that sword that could cut through the sky. Now, have you reached the end of your rope?"

Facing Pang Chen's ridicule, Zhao Wuji suddenly shouted, "Wudang disciples, run away!"

"Escape? Can you still escape?"

Another mocking voice was heard, and from the sky that was as bright as a fireball, countless stars suddenly fell, like falling fireworks.

Before the starlight landed on the ground, it transformed into a yellow-turbaned warrior and rushed straight to Wudang Mountain and even to the village at the foot of the mountain.

"not good!"

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu threw out the Black Snake Garden, and then picked up Zhao Yimei and the old yellow ox and went in.

The black snake Qiyuan fell to the ground and rolled into the grass beside the road, disappearing without a trace.

In the Qiyuan, Zhao Yimei stared up at the sky blankly. The withered yellow leaves covered half of the sky, but through the gaps, she could still see the fierce battle in the air.

Sword energy flew across the sky, and talismans burned like torches.

The sounds of laughter and angry scolding were endless.

In a trance, an unwilling roar mixed with fear resounded through the heavens and earth!

"Go to hell!"

"madman!"

As the sound arose, a ray of light comparable to the sun at the beginning of the war shone brightly in the sky above Wudang Mountain.

After a while, a deafening roar was heard.

The violent airflow made the dry grass rustle!

The world became quiet.

In the Black Snake Garden, a sigh suddenly sounded beside Zhao Yimei's ear.

"Mei'er, your master is leaving. Remember, stay as far away from Longyou as possible. Don't let the Wudang tradition be lost!"

"master?!"

Zhao Yimei's whole body was shocked, and in a panic, she took out a jade pendant from her body.

Unexpectedly, the jade pendant shattered as soon as he touched it, turning into powder and flowing through his fingers.

She froze.

He stared blankly at the jade pendant in his hand and called out tentatively, "Master?" The courtyard was quiet and no one responded.

Zhao Yimei's face turned pale, and she sat down on the ground with a plop, holding the jade pendant in her hands in vain.

Ok?
Lu Wujiu suddenly raised his eyebrows, and as his magic power flowed, a wisp of obsession emerged from the powder and fell into his hands... Is this Zhao Wuji's obsession before his death?
He put aside his obsession and looked up towards Wudang Mountain.

The sky after the war was no longer brilliant, and the torn clouds were like a child's ink splashed randomly in the air.

From time to time, the faint sound of swords could be heard.

But the power was many times inferior to Zhao Wuji's. That was the struggle of the Wudang disciples.

Lu Wujiu lowered his head and remained silent.

He sat cross-legged, quietly recovering his magic power.

"Da da da--"

Outside on the official road, the sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly. Looking through the gaps in the fallen leaves, it was the fleeing cultivators.

Maybe there are Wudang disciples too.

As the moon set and the sun rose, the crowd on the official road began to flow against the tide.

From time to time, there were wandering cultivators riding their horses towards the ruined Wudang Mountain.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu remained calm and waited silently.

It was not until two days later, when people were coming and going on the official road, that he found an opportunity to leave Xuanshe Garden.

He did not go to the Wudang Sect, but rode a paper-cut horse, looking like a casual cultivator, and stepped into a small town.

There was no need to ask specifically, as at this moment, in the taverns and inns of the small town, discussions about the Wudang Sect were everywhere, some true and some false, some real and some fake.

Lu Wujiu listened for a long time before riding away on his paper-cut horse.

Along the way, new news came from time to time.

During this period, Yang Fengzhao also contacted him urgently through Fenghuoyuan to ask if he had been affected.

Lu Wujiu pretended not to know and said that he had left long ago.

He asked a few more questions, but unfortunately, Yang Fengzhao was also unaware of the situation. He only knew that Wudang Mountain had been attacked, and the specific situation had to wait for further confirmation.

Once there are concrete results, I will naturally inform him.

Lu Wujiu stopped asking questions.

On the sixth day, he stepped into the territory of Nanyang and once again escaped into the Black Snake Garden.

Seeing Lu Wujiu coming in, Zhao Yimei, who had been taking a break for seven or eight days, came over with swollen eyes and asked timidly, "Fellow Daoist Lu, how is my master?"

Lu Wujiu shook his head. "Unfortunately, rumors spread that Senior Zhao burned himself into a sword beam, and after striking his last blow, he completely vanished from the world."

Even though she was mentally prepared, Zhao Yimei still trembled all over and turned pale when she heard the words.

"What about the Wudang Clan?"

"It is said that the murderer Pang Chen cast beans to create an army, sending down three thousand Yellow Turban warriors who killed many Wudang disciples. However, some of them still escaped and are nowhere to be found."

Zhao Yimei's expression finally relaxed a little after hearing this.

"May I ask, Fairy, who is Pang Chen?"

"I don't know either. Master never mentioned the old grudge to us."

"Fairy, what are you going to do next?"

Zhao Yimei looked sad and lifeless: "I don't know either..."

Lu Wujiu sighed, took out a military token and handed it over:

"Here are a thousand soldiers and horses, given to you as a gift for your protection. In the future, please try not to use the Pure Yang Sword Qi if possible."

"I thank you, fellow Daoist."

Zhao Yimei took the military token, bowed, and after standing up, she raised her right hand, and a gaseous sword embryo suddenly appeared in her palm.

"This is a sword seed, and it is also my Wudang inheritance! If I cannot preserve the Wudang inheritance, this sword seed will serve as a spark. If you don't like it, you can find a casual cultivator to give it to him someday."

Lu Wujiu had a complicated expression, and after a while, he reached out to take the sword.

　[Thanks to the "Merciful Heavenly Father" for the 1000 Qidian coins reward! ]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)