Cold to the city, night.
"Demon, magic way..."
Someone saw the raging black flame's origin 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 colluded with the devil," several people shouted, "If you stop this witch quickly, I, we will let you live."
Hanlai City is the city of cultivators. There are hundreds of thousands of loose cultivators crowded on the street here, densely packed, crowded with people, Yunqing's raging fire swept away and burned a large area like mowing grass.
"Collusion?" Yun Qing smiled, then turned to face the crowd, "Don't worry, no one will know about this, you will all die tonight."
As he spoke, a round of black sun rose, and the Great Sun Pure Land covered half of Hanlai City in the blink of an eye. The casual cultivators running away in a hurry ran wildly in the dark, but they still couldn't get out in circles. Someone tried to resist, but as soon as the spell was released, it disappeared into the endless darkness without hitting anything.
"Ah, the witch is dead!" A man with a mad look rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards Yun Qing.
"Ah."
Yun Qing smiled, and just after the end of the sound, flames swept away from the sky, one person was covered with black fire, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a flaming man of fire, and everything he touched would also 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 when a gust of wind blew, these ashes floated all over the city like fluff.
Han Linlin looked at the gray and white residue floating in front of his eyes, and couldn't help covering his mouth and nose. He looked at Yun Qing in horror, and found that the girl hadn't changed a bit in ten years!
Yun Qing turned to look at Han Sheng, and said gently: "The city lord, the idlers have been cleaned up, why don't you and I sit down and talk?"
Han Sheng stared at Yun Qing, frowned gradually, and said, "If your question is the same as what I think, then Han has nothing to say."
Yun Qing's expression was still soft and humble, she cupped her hands and saluted, and asked, "I don't know what the Lord Han is thinking about?"
Han Sheng stroked his big white beard, and said seriously: "Murderous intent is deep in the bones, hostility is deeply rooted, after ten years, is the demon king beheaded by thousands of people now?"
"It's only worth a hundred thousand people." Yun Qing raised her head and looked at Han Sheng with great interest.
Han Linlin was horrified by her appearance. The countless noisy rogue cultivators just now turned into silent ashes in the blink of an eye. Even though he had been dissatisfied with those people for a long time, he still found it a bit unacceptable. Han Linlin has always felt that human life is nothing to play with, not to mention that there are thousands of lives, dying in front of him like this is really a nightmare scene.
Han Sheng shook his head, and said, "There's no way back."
Yun Qing didn't seem to have any dissatisfaction: "Master Han might as well think about it, maybe he will remember something."
Han Sheng still shook his head.
Yun Qing seemed extremely patient, and she asked carefully: "Did Mo Ling enter the Tao with a sword, did he not have any similar mental barriers? Also, I entered my body with hostility ten years ago. On this ancient battlefield, several The remnants of the hostile spirit of humanity and swords thousands of years ago are still so fierce. Wouldn’t it be more difficult to control the state of mind in the Moling Jiange who practiced swordsmanship? But when I think about it carefully, I feel that the swordsmanship practiced by Mr. Han and Senior Han does not seem to have this disadvantage. So I came here to ask the seniors to give me some advice."
"Mo Ling's direct succession, I'm afraid it's inconvenient for the Demon Lord to intervene." Han Sheng insisted.
"There is no need for Mo Ling's inheritance, as long as senior Han can point out a path for me, 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 ever take down that scimitar ten years ago?"
"If you are talking about it, then it must be it." Yun Qing raised her hand, she is still groping for this scimitar, maybe an experienced senior like Han Sheng can give her some pointers. Han Linlin was a little curious, and wanted to see what the knife that made his father feel dignified, but he saw nothing at a glance, and Yun Qing's hand was obviously empty.
Han Sheng observed the sword soul carefully, and said to Yun Qing, "This is Kunwu, with eight changes, it is a living blade born from a place of extreme death."
As soon as Yun Qing saw him, he really understood, so he asked: "I don't know what to pay attention to?"
"Kunwu can make countless kinds of weapons, but this one in your hand is just a knife. Moling has its own forging method, but no one can forge it, because the conditions are very strict."
Yun Qing noticed that he used "only" to describe Kunwu, presumably he really regarded it as a living thing.
Han Sheng went on to continue: "Endless death, a ray of life, a colorless body honed by five-color stones in a thousand ways, and then gathered ten thousand kinds of magic weapons into an invisible blade. After thousands of years, Kunwu can be obtained."
Yun Qing compared these conditions with the ancient battlefields of the Qingtian War one by one, and they really matched.
"What's the disadvantage?" Yun Qing asked.
"This sword lives by death, what does the Demon Lord think is the problem?" Han Sheng looked at the gradually growing sword spirit in her hand, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"That is to say, the more you kill, the faster you grow?" Yun Qing's words already meant affirmatively.
Han Sheng shook his head: "More than that, the Demon Lord thinks about it, thousands of years of hostility can make it take shape, how many more people must be killed to develop it into eight changes? Besides, this is a living blade, It’s not that the Demon Lord doesn’t want to kill him so he doesn’t kill him, if he doesn’t feed the tiger for a day, the person who rides the tiger will eventually be eaten back by the tiger. I think the Demon Lord’s lack of time in recent years is also related to this.”
Yun Qing nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you, City Lord Han, for telling me, but I don't know if there is any solution?"
"I, Mo Ling, have never forged this thing, so there are very few classics, and I'm afraid I can't help Mozun." Han Sheng said calmly, with the meaning of seeing off guests in his tone.
Yun Qing didn't say any more: "Don't bother City Lord Han anymore."
As he spoke, he simply disappeared in place.
Han Sheng seemed to be relieved, and Han Linlin looked at him inexplicably: "Father, what's the matter?"
"This person is Huang Quan..." Han Sheng sighed, "It's really less human than those immortals from Shenyin Sect."
Han Linlin thought about it for a while, but she didn't have any other feelings other than the hair in her heart: "It's quite human... It's just a bit more murderous, but it's also the problem with the knife, right?"
Han Sheng said with a sullen face: "Knife? Don't you know how to see the blade from the heart? I have no sword intent in my heart, so Duanchuan will rust, and she has the wish to slaughter all living beings in her heart, so she can make Kun Wu Dao Soul grow."
Han Linlin suddenly felt creepy: "She... doesn't look like it."
"You don't care if she looks like her or not! Go back and practice your sword!" Han Sheng angrily scolded him, and stopped talking to him.
Han Linlin was stunned by the scolding, and ran back to the City Lord's Mansion in disgrace, while Han Sheng looked at the piles of ashes along the street and wondered what he was thinking.
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Great changes have taken place in Hanlai City in the past ten years.
In the past, the ancient battlefield area was empty all the year round. Not only is there a lot of hostility here, but occasionally there will be residual sword energy flying by, and casual cultivators will often die inexplicably after walking a few steps, so no one wants to be here. place to stay.
But since the war on Daxue Mountain started, casual cultivators began to spontaneously explore this ancient battlefield together. Fighting between the holy lands, these rogue cultivators had no way out. In order to have more bargaining chips to save their lives and to gain more chances to enter the holy land with military exploits, countless rogue cultivators took risks and started their treasure hunt on the ancient battlefield.
How resounding is the reputation of the Qingtian War, as long as even a little bit of the legacy of the predecessors is dug here, it will be a great treasure. After thousands of years, the pills, magic weapons, and even exercises that can be left behind must not be ordinary things. If they are found, wouldn't they just soar into the sky in this troubled world
Anyway, if you wander outside, you will be crushed to death by the Holy Land, so it's better to gamble your life on this ancient battlefield full of gold.
With this in mind, most casual cultivators started from the edge of the ancient battlefield and explored the past bit by bit, and some of them were lucky enough to get good things. Of course, some people dig treasures, and some people go after those who dig treasures. Treasures are always limited. Instead of gambling on this luck, it is better to find a few short-lived ghosts who fell in the ancient battlefield, take their belongings and leave. Or, there are those who don't mind turning other people into ephemeral ghosts.
So now in this ancient battlefield, not only sword qi kills people, but also hostility kills people, and people are unwilling to spare other people.
Shao Lingrong was lying half-lying pale on the dry and cold ground of the ancient battlefield, with a large amount of blood pouring out of his body, and he looked dying.
At this moment, there seemed to be a group of people passing by, and Shao Lingrong lay down and sized them up from the corner of his eye.
An extremely tall woman walked in the front, wearing a golden skirt in such a freezing place, she shielded 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 was wrapped in a black veil. They looked like ordinary people.
Aside from the weird feminine aura of the golden dress, the others were obviously not practitioners.
A gleam flashed in Shao Lingrong's eyes, and she mourned, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"
Generally, if the other party stops with some hesitation, Shao Lingrong will tell the other party a tragic experience eloquently. For example, she found a supreme treasure but was coveted by others, and then she tactfully escaped from the opponent. In the end, the injury broke out, and he fell here powerlessly waiting for rescue.
At this time, the other party will usually be greedy for the supreme treasure, and then fall into her trap and be killed by her instead.
But the person I met today seemed a little strange, and the group of four walked past her as if they hadn't heard anything.
Shao Lingrong froze in place.
Long Huai's speech was still not very fluent, she asked: "What was that person calling just now?"
Yun Qing smiled and said, "I didn't hear clearly."
Hu Hanmei behind her sneered, and Amang looked confused, not knowing what they were talking about.
How could Shao Lingrong just give up like this! For so many years, she has laid on more floors than she has sat on, and now she is considered a wealthy person in the casual practice room. So she waited patiently.
Finally, after a while, she passed a man wearing a fiery red veil. The man was wearing a long cloak with an exotic style, revealing only a pair of extremely beautiful red phoenix eyes, which were a bewitching dark green.
"Help!" Shao Lingrong felt fascinated when he looked into those eyes, and immediately shouted, "Please help me!"
The man didn't look at her, and was about to walk over directly, when Shao Lingrong saw the cloak on his chest squirm, and a little girl emerged.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The girl was nestled in his arms, wrapped carefully in his cloak, only her small head was exposed. She has short hair that reaches her ears, she is about seven or eight years old, and she looks innocent. She looked at Shao Lingrong and found that she was injured, so she reached out and grabbed the man's collar.
"Fengxian, 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 beauty, and she couldn't say a word, but the other party was actually a little kid, she was so worthless.
The man stretched out his hand and pressed the little girl into his arms. His dark blue eyes were extremely cold, and he glanced at Shao Lingrong.
"Get out." A stern voice exploded in Shao Lingrong's mind like thunder, and Shao Lingrong's mind was shaken immediately, bleeding from his seven orifices.
The man continued to walk forward, and the child in his arms finally couldn't help but pop out again, and she asked: "Fengxian, did you save her?"
The blue-eyed man smiled softly at her as he walked: "Wuhuang, you have reached the age where you should tell the real from the fake."