A series of shocking changes were made, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme in an instant.
After a brief silence, there was a noise like oil splashed in the frying pan. Countless suspicious gazes pierced like sharp knives.
Yan Jin, who was beside him, moved, as if he was about to stand up, a cold and indifferent aura emanated from him, and Shen Zhixian was very close to him, and it was very obvious.
Cold and cruel.
It reminded him of the sword move that Yan Jin used a long time ago, and the cold and emotionless Chi Tong.
Shen Zhixian didn't turn his head back, and he held Yan Jin's hand with his backhand accurately, and the gentle and gentle spiritual power passed over.
Yan Jin subconsciously wanted to resist, but after being pinched lightly by Shen Zhixian, he stopped moving like a deflated ball.
There was no expression on Shen Zhixian's face, but there was a storm in his heart.
- A wisp of pitch-black demonic energy is rampantly rampant in Yan Jin's spiritual veins, dyeing the originally pure spiritual energy into turbidity and gloom.
This demonic energy has obviously been lingering in Yan Jin's body for a long time, and if he lets it go on like this, Yan Jin will be forced to be demonic even if he is unintentional.
Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, stripped the wisp of demonic energy from Yan Jin's spiritual roots and extradited it to himself.
Yan Jin's hand trembled slightly, and suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Zhixian, his lips trembled: "Master..."
He was about to withdraw his hand almost immediately, but Shen Zhixian held it tightly with an irresistible force.
There was not much demonic energy, and it was quickly introduced into Shen Zhixian's body.
Shen Zhixian slowly withdrew his hand, the demonic energy was rampant in his body, and the blood was turbulent. The teacher is very disappointed."
"Before you framed A Jin's hidden sword pavilion, I miss you as young and didn't care. You have repeatedly embarrassed A Jin over the past few years, and I don't blame you too much."
The response was different from what he had guessed. Yan Shen was stunned for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak.
However, Shen Zhixian didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued calmly: "A Jin has suffered so many grievances, let's not mention it for the time being, but you absolutely shouldn't, you want to put such a danger to the sect on A Jin's head. superior."
The third elder opened his mouth again in a timely manner: "Hidden sword pavilion? Elder Shen suddenly mentioned, could it be that Yan Jin trespassed in the hidden sword pavilion back then, what else is there to hide? And what is going on with this magic cultivator?"
Shen Zhixian said indifferently: "There is no hidden feelings, but there are grievances."
He took a light breath, flipped his wrist, and a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. In the faint aroma, a faint mist floated out from the sword and gradually condensed into the appearance of a sword.
Seeing this sword, Song Ming's expression changed slightly, but he immediately regained his composure. Except for Shen Zhixian, who had been paying attention to Song Ming from the corner of his eye, no one noticed his abnormality at this moment.
Shen Zhixian said: "When this sword was taken back from the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, it was a life-like thing. It took many years to form it. What was the truth back then, please take a look at it."
As soon as he raised his wrist, the sword spirit floated to the center of the arena, and everyone only felt that the sword spirit showed a blurry picture when their eyes flickered.
It is the Tibetan sword pavilion.
Most of the young disciples present had just come into contact with the sword, and they didn't even have a good sword at hand. They even heard the word sword spirit for the first time. The eldest disciples in the sect knew a little bit, but they only knew the surface but not the inside, so they were dubious about Shen Zhixian's words.
Because it is a sword without a master, and there is no master's spiritual power, this sword spirit is very weak, and the picture is a bit dull, but if you look closely, you can still see that someone sneaked into the hidden sword pavilion - but it was not what everyone thought Yan. Jin.
A sharp-eyed disciple cried out, "Isn't that Senior Brother Yan Shen?"
Yan Shen's complexion changed greatly, and he also recognized his own figure - how is it possible! How could Shen Zhixian come up with such a thing! Didn't Sect Master Song say that this matter could never be found out by anyone!
He resisted the urge to look back at Song Ming, and retorted loudly: "Master, this is not true!"
No one paid any attention to him, and the picture continued. Yan Shen in the illusion looked around and hid something. Not long after that, Yan Jin appeared. The two seemed to be arguing. Yan Shen left quickly, and Yan Jin began to search for the hidden object. thing.
Then there was chaos. The masterless sword spirit was too weak to hold up. The picture ended at the moment when Yan Jin fought with the patrolling disciples who came to stop it.
There was a lot of discussion among the people.
Yan Shen's face was extremely ugly, but he still held on to his mouth: "Master, Yan Jin, he really has bad intentions! If you don't believe me, let him come out! Let the sect master and the elders investigate to see if there is any demonic energy in him. !"
As soon as the words fell, everyone's discussion was silent for a moment, and then it became more enthusiastic. The eyes of suspicion and spying swept over Yan Jin - Yan Shen repeatedly sued Yan Jin, is there something wrong with Yan Jin?
Especially before the sudden murder of the burly young man just now, everyone is very sensitive to the words "devil" and "devil". After a while of noise, there was no follow-up, and a little disciple mixed in the crowd and shouted boldly. Come: "Senior Brother Yan Jin! Come out and let the elders investigate? If you are innocent, the elders will not wrong you!"
As soon as these words came out, they were immediately echoed by everyone, and the scene was almost uncontrollable for a while.
"Presumptuous!" Shen Zhixian snarled sharply, and a group of young disciples were stunned by his sudden outburst, and subconsciously fell silent.
- It turned out to be such a good idea.
Between the light and flint, Shen Zhixian sank his brows and suddenly understood what was going on.
Someone used Yan Shen to trick Yan Jin! Sneak a wisp of demonic energy into his body, just to make him a demon cultivator today!
Over the past few years, the immortals have been working hard to combat demons. If someone discovers that Yan Jin has demonic energy...
This behind-the-scenes mastermind is not only to force Yan Jin into a dead end, but also to force him, who raised a demon apprentice, to ruin his reputation!
In fact, Shen Zhixian had previously checked that Yan Shen was going to do something today. He thought that with Yan Shen's ability, Zuo was just self-mutilating to frame Yan Jin, calling him a black pot for hurting his fellow students. He also planned to use this to turn his back on the old account and cut off his relationship with Yan Shen, but he didn't expect Yan Shen to be so powerful this time, that he was actually involved in a magic cultivator.
With Yan Shen's move, Shen Zhixian would not believe it if there was no one behind him.
However, this matter is not a big deal, and the demonic energy in Yan Jin's body is gone... Shen Zhixian was thinking about it when he saw Yan Jin stand up with a sullen face, and was about to go out.
Today's incident happened suddenly, and Shen Zhixian never mentioned anything to Yan Jin. At this time, Yan Jin's face was heavy, but there was no surprise.
Shen Zhixian suddenly flashed a thought, squinted slightly, and took a step ahead of him calmly, blocking his way.
Yan Jin was stopped by him, and hesitantly called out "Master".
Shen Zhixian didn't respond, he looked around calmly, his eyes stopped for a moment on the little disciple who took the lead in coaxing, and then he looked at him for a while before moving his gaze to Yan Shen, turning his wrist, With a burst of energy, Yan Shen rolled up the long sword in his hand!
Immediately afterwards, a slender finger like jade brushed the sword body, and the old technique was repeated. The sword body suddenly trembled, accompanied by a faint fragrance, and a hazy sword spirit floated up again, revealing a new picture.
It was a scene where Yan Shen and the burly young man were communicating!
The sword spirit of the sword in Zangjiange is weak, and there is no sound in the picture. The quality of Yan Shen's sword is better, the sword spirit is stronger, and there is a faint sound.
"... This time I want Yan Jin to be unable to turn around again!"
"Heh, lowly people, they should go back to the quagmire, why should Yan Jin..."
"Don't worry, you can kill, and I will be able to keep you safe."
The sound of the intermittent conversation came out, Yan Shen was shocked to see this scene that was completely beyond his plan, and was speechless for a while - when did his sword give birth to the sword spirit? !
Yan Shen's plan today is actually very simple. Let Xiao Moxiu find a chance to cause some trouble. After putting the pot on Yan Jin's head, he will appear again in the image of being hurt by Yan Jin, and report Yan Jin to the public. possessed.
Under the eyes of everyone, no matter how much the master values Yan Jin, it is impossible to cover him up! As long as the sect master and the other elders check, the demonic energy in Yan Jin's body will not be able to escape, and his identity as a demon cultivator can be confirmed!
The biggest winner at that time will undoubtedly be him!
But why, why has it developed like this now... His sword has never been alive! How could Shizun come up with such a sword spirit!
Yan Shen was speechless in shock, but the burly young man noticed something was wrong and immediately shouted: "Hey! What is that Yan, I'm not playing anymore, you said you can keep me safe, I'm leaving now! "He started to struggle when he shouted, but he couldn't move because of the direct disciple of the first elder.
Although he won the first place, his opponents are just some young disciples who have not yet entered the formal school. He is actually just an ordinary little demon cultivator. How can he resist this situation, and he is rebellious, but he should not be too decisive. In a few words, Yan Shen was immediately sold!
Yan Shen suddenly fell into a situation where he was attacked on both sides, his face turned blue and white, his lips quivered a few times, and he repeated "all fake" in his mouth, the louder he said, the more hoarse he was at the end.
Shen Zhixian ignored Yan Shen's futile struggle, he turned his eyes lightly to Song Ming, and said, "This matter is generally clear, Yan Shen colluded with demons, sabotaged the sword test conference, framed others, all kinds of serious crimes, I will not tolerate it."
Song Ming frowned. His talent in swordsmanship was not high, and many things related to swords could not be perceived. In theory, the sword spirit will only obey the master's call, but Shen Zhixian is different...
Shen Zhixian is extremely talented in swordsmanship and knows a lot about swordsmanship. If he said that he could summon sword spirits without masters or even masters, and make them show their illusions, Song Ming… would believe it.
No wonder Shen Zhixian went to Zangjian Pavilion to get such a sword after he couldn't find anything back then!
It turns out that all the tricks are waiting here!
I just don't know how much Shen Zhixian knows.
In an instant, countless thoughts turned around in his mind, Song Ming turned his head to look at the elders, and asked in a deep voice, "What do the elders think?"
"Indeed." The person who could speak was actually the Great Elder who usually worked hard and never cared about his own business. He put his eyes on the hazy phantom of the sword spirit, and when it submerged into the body of the sword again, he said succinctly, "Sword spirit, no lie. ."
The first elder was highly respected in the sect, and he said this, basically he recognized Shen Zhixian's words, and everyone immediately turned their attention to Yan Shen again, making him almost collapse.
"Master! Yan Jin has already been enchanted, and he has scheming intentions towards you and the entire sect! This disciple is to let you see the true face of Yan Jin!" Yan Shen screamed and was cornered. He gambled desperately, "Sect Master Song knows everything this disciple has done... Sect Master Song, you promised me! As long as—"
"presumptuous!"
A tea cup was severely smashed in front of Yan Shen, and the splashed debris cut through his arm, and blood flowed down.
Shen Zhixian's expression turned cold, and his eyes were cold and cold: "Shuzi is rude! Not only did he cause the calamity of cheating on the demon cultivator, but he also slandered the sect master!"
He seemed to be extremely angry: "Yan Shen made this big mistake, and it was me who taught me no way... Today, I ask you to be a witness. I, Shen Zhixian, will expel this disobedient disciple from my teacher today!"
In the uproar, Shen Zhixian took off the sword from his waist and threw it to Yan Jin behind him, and said decisively, "A person with a bad mind is not worthy of the name of Qingyun. Today, I will dissipate your spiritual power. It ends here."
He turned to the side, turned back and whispered to Yan Jin, "Go."
The turn of events is astounding.
Yan Jin clenched the sword in his hand tightly, as calm as he was, and today he was too shocked by Shen Zhixian's actions to return to his senses. He pursed his lips, saw Shen Zhixian's fists half-covered in his sleeves and clenched his fists, his expression was already pale, he gritted his teeth and walked out.
Yan Shen immediately panicked, got up and was about to run away.
Yan Jin drew his sword out of the sheath, and Shuang returned to the sword light, pointing to Yan Shen, a few steps away, and a sword qi pinned him to the ground, unable to break free.
There is only one way to disperse the spiritual power, and that is to cut off a piece of spiritual root, so that the spiritual power can no longer be circulated and retained in the body.
It's like a long water pipe, if it is cut off, it can't be connected again, and water can't flow.
Yan Shen struggled frantically, unable to escape the dazzling sword tip, he screamed in despair, if his spiritual roots were broken, he would be a waste, unable to retain his spiritual power, and he would never be able to step into the The road to immortality!
He was so frightened that he shouted indiscriminately, from Song Ming to Shen Zhixian, all of them shouted over and over again, making Song Ming's face dark and heavy.
He actually wanted to protect himself, at least to make him shut up now and stop talking nonsense. However, Shen Zhixian's attitude made it difficult for him to intervene.
He hated grinding and grinding his back molars, not only hating Yan Shen's lack of action, but also hating Shen Zhixian's sloppy attitude. In the end, he took a deep breath, and when he was about to speak, Yan Jin had already raised his sword and dropped it, and a wisp of sword energy swept away Yan Shen's spiritual roots!
Blood gurgled from his wound, quickly staining the ground beneath him.
Yan Shen's scream almost broke the sky, and he rolled on the ground, unable to speak incoherently in pain: "Yan Jin! You lowly person—ah! You have to die!"
"Shen Zhixian—Shen Zhixian—you ruthless and unrighteous person! It's a waste of my life... to respect you so much!" He gasped for breath, like a dying poisonous snake, his eyes of resentment and hatred wrapped tightly around Yan Jin, mouth The most foul-smelling venom was spit in it, "Yan Jin, you don't... don't be complacent!"
"Shen Zhixian can treat me like this today, and in the future, he will be able to hurt you cruelly and abandon you like a shoe!"
When he said this, his voice lowered because of the pain, only Yan Jin heard it.
Yan Jin's eyes darkened, the hand holding the sword hilt tightened immediately, and the tip of the sword unconsciously tapped the ground, stained with Yan Shen's blood.
"Om!"
The originally calm Shuanghui suddenly vibrated violently, and Ling Lie's sword energy suddenly emerged, as if he was very resistant and disgusted with the blood.
The fourth elder frowned: "There is demonic energy... Elder Shen's Shuanghui is the most resistant to demonic energy. Yan Shen's blood..."
He seemed to have said this casually, without deliberately suppressing his voice, and was immediately approached by the younger disciples who were close to him.
If it was said that they still had doubts in their hearts, the doubts with thin hair have dissipated completely now - Shuanghui is the most resistant to demonic energy, but it is obediently letting Yan Jin use it, but it reacts like this to Yan Shen's blood. Big!
Yan Shen said that Yan Jin had demonic energy, that was all slander! The person who really colluded with demon cultivators and had demons in their hearts was Yan Shen!
The younger disciples suddenly realized that they thought they had grasped the truth, and continued to talk small talk. Seeing that the four elders had achieved their goal, they stopped their voices with satisfaction, and continued to drink tea and watch leisurely.
Yan Shen was at a loss for words. The pain of being dissipated by the broken spirit root was not something that ordinary people could bear. He was paralyzed on the ground, convulsing, and almost fainted.
The burly young man who was unwilling and tried to escape was held down by the same abolished spiritual power, so even if it was an explanation for the little disciple who died in vain, the rest of the twists and turns can't be done like this. deal with in front of many people.
Someone came to deal with the corpses and the blood all over the ground, and the end of the Sword Trial Conference was completely destroyed. Seeing that the expressions of Song Ming and the elders above were not very good, the younger disciples whispered for a while, and then gradually became silent.
Song Ming frowned irritably, still thinking about how to clean up this mess. Looking at Shen Zhixian's posture today, Song Ming would not believe it if he said that he was completely unaware of this matter.
Of course, Song Ming knew what Yan Shen was planning today. He watched Yan Shen's actions with a cold eye, quietly indulged him behind his back, and even gave him a little help - otherwise, how could that little demon cultivator get in so easily
Shen Zhixian was not easy to deal with, and he didn't expect today's incident to bring Shen Zhixian down, but if something happened to Yan Jin, it would still affect Shen Zhixian's status to some extent. And if it really succeeds, the only apprentice Shen Zhixian can rely on is Yan Shen...
Then it will be more convenient for him to plan.
But he didn't expect that Yan Shen, this useless waste, would steal chickens again without losing rice. After Yan Shen's trouble with the Tibetan sword pavilion a few years ago, he should no longer trust Yan Shen!
It's all bullshit to say that it's foolproof! It was a waste of his mind to arrange people to Shen Zhixian's side. He originally wanted to use him to stir up the water and bring Shen Zhixian into disrepute, but who knows it is useless at all!
Today's events, except for the beginning and the various trends after that, were all unexpected to Song Ming.
Song Ming really wanted to personally stab Yan Shen's two swords, so as not to turn around and spit out something unfavorable to him. Although he did not end up in person every time he negotiated, but if Shen Zhixian really didn't care about investigating...
Song Ming took a deep breath, and was about to make a few words for Shen Zhixian to bring the person back first - as long as Shen Zhixian brought the person back, he would move his hands and feet secretly, and it would not be an easy matter to die alone!
At that time, the person died in Wufeng, and it has nothing to do with him... He calmed down, and just opened his mouth halfway, there was another movement from Shen Zhixian.
"Master!"
"Elder Shen!"
"what-"
All kinds of surprised and flustered voices suddenly sounded, Song Ming's brows twitched, and he turned his head to look over. He saw Shen Zhixian's anger was rushing to his heart, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fainted.
Song Ming: "..."
Song Ming smashed a corner of the table.