It's cold in the city, night. en8.
"Demon, demonic way!?"
Some people saw the origin of the blazing black flames and couldn't help shouting in panic. The next moment, Yun Qing threw out a black fire snake and bit off his head.
"Han Sheng, it's true that you are colluding with the devil!!" Several people shouted, "If you stop this witch quickly, I, we will let you live!"
Hanlai City is a city for cultivators. There are hundreds of thousands of casual cultivators crowded on the street here, densely packed and crowded, and the clouds and green fire sweep away and burn a large area like mowing grass.
"Collusion?" Yun Qing smiled and turned to face everyone, "Don't worry, no one will know about this. You will all die tonight."
As he spoke, a black sun rose in his hand, and the Pure Land of the Great Sun covered half of Hanlai City in the blink of an eye. The fleeing cultivators ran wildly in the darkness, but couldn't get out in circles. Some people tried to resist, but as soon as the spell was released, it disappeared into the endless darkness and hit nothing.
"Ah, witch, die!" One person looked crazy and rushed out of the darkness towards Yun Qing.
"Ah."
Yun Qing smiled lightly, and as soon as the last note fell, flames swept across the sky. One person was covered in black fire and turned into a blazing fire in the blink of an eye. Everything he touched also started to burn. In less than half a stick of incense, more than a thousand casual cultivators were burned to the ground.
The ground was covered with thick ashes, and a gust of wind blew up the ashes like catkins all over the city.
Han Linlin looked at the gray-white residue floating in front of his eyes and couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose. He looked at Yun Qing in horror and found that this girl had not changed at all in ten years!
Yun Qing turned to look at Han Sheng and said gently: "City Lord, the idlers have been cleared away. Why don't you and I sit down and talk?"
Han Sheng stared at Yun Qing, his brows gradually furrowed, and he said, "If your question is the same as what I thought, then Han has nothing to say."
Yun Qing's expression was still gentle and humble. She bowed her hands and asked, "I wonder what City Lord Han is thinking about?"
Han Sheng stroked his white beard and said seriously: "The murderous intention is deeply rooted in your bones, and your hostility is deeply rooted in your bones. After ten years of separation, can the Demon Lord be killed by ten thousand people now?"
"Only a hundred thousand people." Yun Qing raised his head and looked at Han Sheng with interest.
Han Linlin was horrified by her appearance. Countless noisy cultivators had turned into silent ashes in the blink of an eye. Even though he had been dissatisfied with that group of people for a long time, he found it a bit difficult to accept it. Han Linlin always felt that human life was nothing to play with, not to mention that there were thousands of living lives. It was really a nightmare scene to die in front of him like this.
Han Sheng shook his head and said: "There is no way to save it."
Yun Qing didn't seem to be dissatisfied: "City Lord Han might as well think about it carefully, maybe he will remember what he started."
Han Sheng still shook his head. en8.
Yun Qing seemed extremely patient. She asked carefully: "Doesn't Mo Ling have similar mental obstacles when he enters Taoism with a sword? Also, my violent energy entered my body ten years ago, on this ancient battlefield, a few years ago. The violent remnants of the humane sword intent from thousands of years ago are still so fierce today. Wouldn’t it be more difficult for those who practice swordsmanship in Moling Sword Pavilion to control their mood? However, when I think about it carefully, I feel that the swordsmanship practiced by Mr. Han and Senior Han does not seem to have this shortcoming. That’s why I came here to ask for some advice from my senior.”
"Mo Ling's direct descendant, I'm afraid it's not convenient for the Demon Lord to intervene." Han Sheng insisted.
"There is no need for Mo Ling's inheritance. Senior Han can just point out a path for me, and I will try to find it myself." Yun Qing spoke sincerely.
Han Sheng looked at her, thought for a while, and asked solemnly: "Did you take down that scimitar ten years ago?"
"If this is what you are talking about, then it must be it." Yun Qing raised her hand. She was still exploring the scimitar. Maybe an experienced senior like Han Sheng could give her some pointers. Han Linlin was a little curious and wanted to see what the knife that made his father feel solemn looked like, but he saw nothing at a glance. Yun Qing's hand was obviously empty.
Han Sheng observed the blade carefully and said to Yun Qing: "This is Kunwu. It has eight kinds of changes. It is a living blade born in a land of extreme death."
When Yun Qing saw him, he knew it clearly, so he asked, "I wonder what the point is?"
"Kunwu can be turned into countless kinds of weapons, but this is just a knife in your hand. Mo Ling has his own forging method, but no one can forge it because the conditions are very harsh."
Yun Qing noticed that he used "only" to describe Kunwu, and he must have really regarded it as a living creature.
Han Sheng continued: "Endless death, a sliver of life, using five-color stones to sharpen into a colorless body, and then gathering the sharp edges of thousands of divine weapons into an invisible blade, it will take a thousand years to get Kunwu."
Yun Qing compared these conditions one by one with the ancient battlefield of the Battle of Heaven, and they really matched up.
"What are the disadvantages?" Yun Qing asked.
"This sword is designed to survive death. What does the Demon Lord think is its fault?" Han Sheng looked at the growing sword in her hand, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.
"In other words, the more you kill, the faster you grow?" Yun Qing's words were already affirmative.
Han Sheng shook his head: "More than that, Demon Lord, think about it. Thousands of years of hostility and evil have allowed it to take shape. How many more people do you need to kill to develop the eight transformations? Besides, this is a living blade. It’s not that the Demon Lord won’t kill him if he doesn’t want to. If he doesn’t feed the tiger for a day, the person riding the tiger will eventually be bitten by the tiger. I think the Demon Lord’s lack of leisure in recent years has something to do with this.”
Yun Qing nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you City Master Han for telling me, but I don't know if there is any solution?"
"I, Mo Ling, have never forged this thing, so I have very few classics, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help the Demon Lord." Han Sheng said calmly, with a hint of farewell in his tone.
Yun Qing said no more: "Don't bother City Lord Han anymore."
After saying that, he simply disappeared from the spot.
Han Sheng seemed to be relieved, and Han Linlin looked at him with confusion: "Dad, what's wrong?"
"This person is Huang Quan..." Han Sheng sighed, "He is really even more inhuman than those immortals in the Shenyin Sect."
Han Linlin thought about it and felt nothing but fury in his heart: "It looks quite human... but a bit murderous, but is this also a problem with the knife?"
Han Sheng said solemnly: "Sword? Don't you know how to see the edge from the heart? I no longer have the sword intention in my heart, so Duanchuan will rust, and she has the wish to kill all living beings, so she can let Kunwu's sword spirit grow."
Han Linlin suddenly felt horrified: "She... doesn't look like her."
"You don't care whether she looks like her or not! Go back and practice sword practice!" Han Sheng scolded him angrily and stopped talking to him.
Han Linlin was stunned by the scolding and ran back to the city lord's palace in disgrace, while Han Sheng looked at the piles of ashes along the street and wondered what he was thinking.
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Hanlai City has also undergone great changes in the past ten years.
In the past, the ancient battlefield area was deserted all year round. Not only was the atmosphere here full of hostility, but residual sword energy would occasionally fly by. Rogue cultivators often died inexplicably after just a few steps, so no one wanted to be here. Stay everywhere.
But since the war broke out on the Snowy Mountains, the casual cultivators began to spontaneously explore this ancient battlefield together. There was a fight between the Holy Lands, and they, the casual cultivators, had no way to survive. In order to have an extra bargaining chip to save their lives, and an extra chance to enter the Holy Land with military exploits, countless casual cultivators took the risk and started a treasure hunt on the ancient battlefield.
The Battle of Qingtian is so famous. As long as you can dig out even a little bit of the legacy of your predecessors, it will be a great treasure. It has been thousands of years, and the elixirs, magic weapons, and even exercises that can be left behind are definitely not ordinary things. If they are found, wouldn't they soar into the sky in this troubled world
Anyway, wandering outside will be crushed to death by the Holy Land, so why not bet your life on this ancient battlefield full of gold for a better future.
With this idea in mind, most casual cultivators started from the edge of the ancient battlefield and explored the past little by little. There were also some lucky ones who got good things. Of course, if there are people who dig for treasures, there will also be people who will go after those who dig for treasures. Treasures are always limited. Instead of gambling on this luck, it is better to find a few short-lived ghosts who died in the ancient battlefield, take their belongings and leave. Alternatively, there are those who don't mind turning other people into short-lived ghosts.
So now in this ancient battlefield, it is not only sword energy that kills people, but also violence that kills people. People are also unwilling to spare others.
Shao Lingrong lay half-lying on the dry and cold ground of the ancient battlefield with a pale face, a large amount of blood flowing out of his body, and he looked dying.
At this moment, a group of people seemed to be passing by. Shao Lingrong lay down and looked at them with his peripheral vision.
An extremely tall woman walked in the front. She was actually wearing a golden skirt in such a cold place. She was shielding a rather pale girl behind her from the wind. Behind the girl stood a man and a woman. The man had a silly face, and the woman had a black veil on her face. They looked like ordinary people.
Except for the strange feminine aura of this golden skirt, the others are obviously not practitioners.
A glint flashed in Shao Lingrong's eyes, and she cried out sadly: "Fellow Taoist, please stay!"
Generally, if the other party hesitates and stops, Shao Lingrong will tell the other party a piece of his miserable experience in a eloquent voice. For example, she found a supreme treasure, but was coveted by others, and then she cleverly escaped from the enemy. In the end, his injuries broke out and he collapsed here helplessly, waiting for rescue.
At this time, the opponent will usually be greedy for the supreme treasure, and then fall into her trap and be killed by her.
But the people she met today seemed a little strange. The four people in the group walked past her as if they didn't hear anything.
Shao Lingrong was stunned on the spot.
Long Huai still couldn't speak fluently, so she asked, "What was that person calling just now?"
Yun Qing smiled and said, "I didn't hear that clearly."
Hu Hanmei behind her sneered, and Amang looked confused, wondering what they were talking about.
How could Shao Lingrong give up like that! Over the years, she has laid on more floors than sat on chairs, and now she can be considered a wealthy person among casual practitioners. So she waited patiently.
Finally, after a while, she passed by a man with a fiery red veil. The man wore an exotic long cloak, revealing only a pair of extremely beautiful red and phoenix eyes, which were a strange deep blue color.
"Help!" Shao Lingrong suddenly felt fascinated when he looked at those eyes, and immediately shouted, "Please help me!"
The man didn't look at her and was about to walk over directly. Then Shao Lingrong saw the cloak on his chest squirming and a little girl emerged.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The girl was nestled in his arms and carefully wrapped in his cloak, leaving only her little head exposed. She has short hair that reaches her ears, and is about seven or eight years old, with an innocent look on her face. She looked at Shao Lingrong and found that she was injured, so she reached out to pull the man's collar.
"Fengxian, please save her."
Shao Lingrong felt that the little girl's voice was soft and waxy, like a fresh and juicy fruit, which made people want to eat it in one bite.
"I..." Shao Lingrong felt that she was seduced by the beauty. She couldn't say a word. The other party turned out to be a little kid. She was so worthless.
The man reached out and pressed the little girl into his arms. His dark green eyes were extremely cold, and he glanced at Shao Lingrong.
"Get out." A sharp roar exploded in Shao Lingrong's mind like thunder. Shao Lingrong's soul was suddenly shaken and blood flowed from his seven orifices.
The man then walked forward, and the child in his arms finally emerged again. She asked, "Fengxian, did you save her?"
As the green-eyed man walked away, he smiled at her tenderly: "My Phoenix, you have reached the age where you can distinguish the true from the false."