Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 431 The Scheme of the Yin God, Twenty-two Million Spiritual Essence!

Outside Yuntai Mountain, dusk was falling.

The clouds on the horizon looked as if they were on fire, painted a deep red, with distinct layers, making it magnificent and moving.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, five figures stood on the clouds, like five towering peaks soaring into the sky. Their aura was obscure and profound, seemingly isolated from the world, yet also connected to it.

Behind them, terrifying scenes unfolded, like breathtaking paintings.

A crimson sword laughs proudly at the heavens, a demon palace suppresses the winds and clouds, a white lotus blooms across the universe, a scroll of scriptures shines with boundless light, and a Rakshasa roars across the heavens and earth...

Each of them possessed an aura that seemed to encompass the vastness of the world; they were clearly divine beings!
Chicheng Sword Sect, Sword Demon Palace, Xingyang Zheng Clan, White Lotus Sect, Rakshasa Sect!
These five major sects and aristocratic families have unleashed their full potential, sending immortals to vie for the chance to become immortals.

However, after the immortal of the Yin family in Longcheng was killed with a single blow, the remaining five immortals were quite wary of Shuiyue Nunnery.

For example, this discussion is taking place hundreds of miles away from Yuntai Mountain, and we are terrified that we might be struck by a stick and be destroyed, body and soul.

"Yin Quanxin is dead. Now, only the five of us remain at the Yin Shen Realm..."

The speaker was the founder of the Chicheng Sword Sect, the Yao Guang Sword Saint, one of the Seven Sword Saints of Chicheng in the past, and now the only Yin God Realm expert in the Chicheng Sword Sect.

He was about forty years old, with jet-black hair and beard, and a slender build, but his spine was straight, like a celestial sword, its sharpness fully revealed, perfectly blending with the crimson sword aura manifested behind him.

His voice was cold and hard, almost devoid of intonation, like the whistling of a sword, piercing one's eardrums with pain.

"The immortal who is in charge of Shuiyue Nunnery... his strength is too terrifying. He was able to kill Yin Quanxin with a single blow. I'm afraid none of us are his match."

Another deity spoke, clad in a black robe, with a fierce face, holding a dark and menacing sword, exuding a chilling demonic aura.

Sword Demon Palace, Night Demon Sword Demon.

Eight hundred years ago, he was a terrifying villain who used the Night Demon Sword to slaughter righteous people, causing the world to submit and ushering in a golden age of demonic cultivation.

Even such a ruthless man showed fear in his eyes when he mentioned that blow.

Indeed, the sight of Yin Quanxin, who was also an inner-world Yin spirit, being utterly powerless against the blow and being blown apart in mid-air left a deep shock on them.

"I never imagined that someone in the Yin God Realm could travel so far. I wonder which era this ancient monster is from..."

"With such a powerful figure guarding Shuiyue Nunnery, it's unlikely we'll have a chance to ascend to immortality without a bloody battle. Do any of you dare to fight?"

"We have come here for that chance to become immortals. If it were just to survive and enjoy life, why would we have faked our deaths and slumbered for hundreds of years? In this age of great strife, those who do not fight will perish."

"Now that the Emperor's Dew has flowed three times, the highest limit that Heaven and Earth can contain is only Yin God. Although our cultivation is inferior, it is not without its reasons. It depends on whether you are willing."

"You mean using a mystical artifact?"

The five immortals exchanged glances, their eyes showing interest.

Mystic artifacts are something that can be heard but not seen by most forces in the world.

Only powerful forces like the Chicheng Sword Sect, the Rakshasa, and the Zheng family of Xingyang, or those whose ancestors were once wealthy, possess such power.

It is powerful enough to suppress the fortune of an entire clan or sect, and will not be used unless it is a life-or-death crisis.

They are usually treated like ancestors and enshrined in ancestral halls, with incense burning day and night.

This is because once a mystical artifact is truly revived and activated, the power it unleashes is no less than that of a Yin God, and some even rival the power of a Manifested Yin God!

In times of spiritual depletion, these powerful forces relied on the mystical artifacts left by their ancestors to protect their clans and sects, confront powerful enemies, and ensure the continuation of their bloodlines and lineages.

Only the Yin spirit can fully unleash the power of the Xuan weapon; only the Xuan weapon can fully demonstrate the strength of the Yin spirit.

A powerful mystical weapon can even bridge the gap in cultivation levels between two Yin Gods.

However, the loss of such a crucial artifact would have a devastating impact on powerful clans and large corporations.

Especially the Yin God in Shuiyue Nunnery, whose strength is clearly superior to theirs, and who knows what trump cards he has up his sleeve.

Once they are defeated and their magical artifacts are lost, their forces will likely not survive this era of great strife and will vanish into thin air.

"We are five Yin Gods, plus five Xuan artifacts. Even a Yang God under the Thunder Tribulation would not dare to underestimate us, let alone a Yin God?"

"Indeed, in this age of great strife, those who do not fight will perish. The only way forward is to fight with all our might. Why should you hesitate and look back?" "If Heaven grants something and you do not take it, you will suffer the consequences."

Several Yin gods spoke one after another, their auras surging and stirring up the wind and clouds.

They were all once influential figures in their respective eras, looking down upon the world with unparalleled talent, temperament, understanding, and ability, and possessed a natural sense of pride.

A moment later, they finished their discussions and established the terms of the agreement.

"In that case, let us each return to retrieve our magical artifacts, and tomorrow at noon, join forces to break through the mountain and seize all the immortal opportunities!"

"good."
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[Gained 438 Spiritual Essence]

[Gained 512 Spiritual Essence]

[Gained 1024 Spiritual Essence]

[Gained 877 Spiritual Essence]

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Liu Sheng put down the manual in his hand, summoned the panel, and looked at the ink-wash characters that cascaded down like a waterfall, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

This is the scripture repository of Shuiyue Nunnery, which contains secret manuals on techniques, martial arts, magic, and miscellaneous matters accumulated by this group of nuns over generations.

It contained a great deal of spiritual energy, which became the target of Liu Sheng's looting.

Previously, he left the fairy in the painting and the green dragon in the underground palace to protect Du Bingyan.

He took advantage of this time to quickly harvest the profits from Shuiyue Temple.

This wasn't taking advantage of someone's vulnerability; after all, he was just "touching" it and wouldn't take anything from it without permission.

How can it be considered "taking advantage of someone's misfortune"?
What's more, along the way, we haven't seen any living people, only corpses.

The Six-Eared Macaque harbored deep hatred for Buddhism, especially the lineage of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and slaughtered the entire sect, leaving no one alive in the Shuiyue Nunnery.

Fortunately, the scene wasn't too ugly; all the nuns were given complete corpses, and they all looked as if they had died in their sleep.

Of course, this is only on the surface.

In fact, after Liu Sheng threw a few "penetrating blows," he knew that the monkey was exceptionally vengeful and had a mind smaller than the eye of a pin.

It was all bloody, no different from a slaughterhouse.

But to outsiders, it appeared peaceful and the deceased seemed to be in a stable emotional state.

In other words, Du Bingyan may now be the only surviving true disciple of Shuiyue Temple.

Logically speaking, she should inherit the position of head of Shuiyue Nunnery.

Given his relationship with Du Bingyan, he could be considered half the master of Shuiyue Nunnery.

Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable for him to visit the Scripture Pavilion, the Secret Treasury, and other places, to stroll around and touch them; he did not overstep any boundaries.

As for how to find the library and the secret vault without a guide...

With the gifted "Rat King" around, hundreds of thousands of rats in Yuntai Mountain have become his henchmen, so he never has to worry about finding a place to roam.

With his innate talent of "Inch of Light," all kinds of formations and restrictions are practically useless to him.

Two hours later.

Liu Sheng returned to the forbidden underground palace, clutching a willow branch tightly in his hand, his mouth almost splitting open to his ears.

On the panel, the number in the Spiritual Essence Value column had reached a staggering 22 million.

He glanced down at the willow branch in his hand, and with a thought, summoned the golden-patterned jade bottle.

"Buzz~"

(End of this chapter)