"Brother Yan, I understand what you are thinking."
Su Zimo pondered for a while and said: "It's just that this matter is still a bit hasty. The battle between you and Lihen ended in both death. This statement has many flaws, and I'm afraid many people will doubt it."
"It's just suspicion."
Yan Beichen said: "I have no life to stay in the sect. As long as I hide and not be discovered, no one will remember me after a long time."
After a short pause, Yan Beichen pulled out the Shura Sword beside him with his backhand, handed it to Su Zimo, and said: "This Shura Sword is the Shura Sect's sect-controlling weapon. You can find a way to return this sword to the Shura Sect."
Yan Beichen completely gave up even the Shura Sword that had followed him in battles for many years, which shows his determination to withdraw from the world of cultivation.
Su Zimo pondered for a moment and said: "This is easy to do. Throw the Shura Knife to an auction house for auction. If the news is released, the Shura Sect monks will naturally be attracted to redeem the knife."
"Okay, let's do it."
Yan Beichen said: "It's not convenient for me to show up, so I can only leave these matters to you."
Su Zimo did not refuse, but asked: "Brother Yan, are you really willing to give up?"
Yan Beichen's eyes stayed on the Shura Sword for a long time, and he gradually hid the nostalgia in his eyes. He shook his head with determination and said: "There is no need to let go. I am no longer Shura. I am not worthy of this sword. I can't let it go." good."
Seeing that Yan Beichen had made up his mind, Su Zimo stopped persuading him and said with clasped fists, "Then I will deal with this matter now and come back in a few days."
Su Zimo and Yan Beichen said goodbye and turned to leave.
After leaving this deep mountain, Su Zimo galloped all the way, and about two hours later, he saw a cultivation city.
It was extremely lively inside, with countless monks walking around with swords.
True Lord Yuanying and Master Huixu can be seen everywhere!
A city of this level is already quite prosperous, and there must be some large auction houses and trading markets.
Su Zimo hesitated for a long time, but still did not stop at this city and continued moving forward.
This place is quite close to the place where Yan Beichen lives in seclusion. If the Shura Sword is traded in this city, there is no guarantee that someone will not search for it based on the map and find it nearby.
Yan Beichen may be much more exposed!
Su Zimo continued to move forward. After walking for a full day, he came to another prosperous ancient city of cultivation. He transformed into a burly man and descended.
What happens next is much simpler.
He just needs to spread the news about the battle between Yan Beichen and Lihen Daojun.
This kind of explosive news does not need to be publicized at all. As long as it is released, it will quickly form a storm, spread by word of mouth, and cause an uproar!
This news is enough to cause shock in the entire cultivation world!
"Have you heard that Lord Lihen Dao, the number one swordsman in the Demon Sect, returned and approached Yan Beichen again to compete for the title of Shura, but both of them died in the battle!"
"No, that battle was quite tragic. It is said that mountains collapsed, rivers poured in, the sun and moon lost their color, and stars fell!"
"I heard that Yan Beichen originally had the upper hand, but in the end Taoist Lord Lihen got angry and exploded with Yuan Mystic Technique. The two people's Yuanshen were so powerful that no one was spared!"
"Oh! It's so tragic!"
In a restaurant in this ancient city, many cultivators gathered together and were discussing this matter, talking about it as if they had seen it with their own eyes.
Many times, rumors are just like this. As they spread, they change their original appearance and become rumors.
Su Zimo was sitting by the window, drinking alone, looking indifferent.
"Who knows whether this battle is true or false?"
At this moment, a monk raised questions.
"You didn't know this. The Shura Sword was sold at Xuanshuang Auction House a few days ago and was bought back by the Shura Sect."
Immediately, a monk said: "The Shura Knife is Shura's property. If he had not died, how could he let this knife fall into the hands of outsiders?"
"Who sold the knife? Did you see it?"
"I don't know. He seems to be a burly man."
"I heard it's a woman."
Many monks began to speculate again.
After Su Zimo sold the Shura Knife, he stayed in this ancient city for a few more days, worried about what might happen.
These days, there are just all kinds of rumors, and nothing has changed.
Su Zimo threw down a few spiritual stones and prepared to leave this place and return to the deep mountain to inform Yan Beichen.
He had just stood up when a monk not far away suddenly said: "By the way, I heard that a monk saw the Taichu Ancient Temple!"
"Really or not? Where is it?"
"It's in Jade Toad Ridge!"
"The whereabouts of the ancient temple in Taichu are erratic. Every time it appears, it will attract countless monks to go in and explore. Unexpectedly, they have come to Zhongzhou!"
"I heard that there are countless ancient treasures in that ancient temple, many lost elixirs, and countless secret books on martial arts!"
Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart moved.
The Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill is one of the elixirs lost in ancient times.
The Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill can heal Yan Beichen's injuries to his soul.
If this ancient Taichu temple really existed, there might be a Nine-turn Resurrection Pill in it!
However, he had never heard of the name of Taichu Ancient Temple, so he had to ask about it.
"A few fellow Taoists, may I ask what the origin of this ancient Taichu temple is?"
Su Zimo came to the group of monks, smiled slightly, clasped his fists and asked.
This time, he came to this ancient city to deal with the Shura Knife. Worried about causing trouble, he hid his identity and changed his appearance. He even hid his cultivation level and looked ordinary.
"Which one are you?"
A monk glanced sideways at Su Zimo, smacked his lips and asked.
"Why, you also want to visit the Taichu Ancient Temple?"
A monk looked mockingly and asked with a smile.
"I think so too."
Su Zimo nodded.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The group of monks looked at each other and laughed, looking at Su Zimo as if they were looking at an idiot.
"Just because you want to go to Taichu Ancient Temple, you don't care about your own worth!"
A Huixu Taoist sneered: "Even I, Taoist Qingming, dare not set foot in the Taichu Ancient Temple. Who do you think you are!"
Su Zimo's expression turned cold, and he directly exuded the aura of Dharma Realm, and said in a cold voice: "Can you say it again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature of the entire restaurant dropped sharply!
In this ancient city, although True Lord Yuanying and Taoist Huixu can be found everywhere, there are not many Dharma-Xiang Taoists.
Most of this group of monks were Nascent Soul True Monarchs, with only a few Returning Void Taoists. They were frightened by Su Zimo's Dharma Realm aura on the spot, and their faces turned pale!
"Lord Dao, please calm down. I, I don't know your identity, so I offended you. Please spare your life, Lord Dao!"
The Taoist Huixu was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead and he bowed repeatedly.
The group of cultivators who had just burst into laughter did not dare to say a word.
If Dharma Prime Minister were to kill them in anger, no one could stop them!