"You are still so stubborn. You can't escape. Just prepare to die." The old and sick immortal snorted and laughed.
"Who am I afraid of?" Yan Sen was panting, his whole body bleeding. Compared to the others in the formation, he had received the most attacks and consumed the most energy. He didn't even have time to treat his injuries. He probably knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, so he shouted, "Duan, come out!"
There was no response. The elders of the Duan family, who didn't know the inside story, were all a little confused.
Yan Sen cursed: "Duan Liu, you fucking got out of here? Where are you?"
"Senior, are you calling me?" Duan Qingming showed up as expected. He was still sitting on the embroidered couch, with black air surrounding him. The ghost thorns formed by the power of the formation did not attack him. Everyone was fending off the attack, making him look even more relaxed.
"Stop playing dumb!"
"There are so many people with the last name Duan here, I thought Senior didn't like me."
"You bastard..." Yan Sen dodged the attack of the old sick master, but his leg was pierced by the ghost thorn. He was too lazy to curse and said bluntly, "To be honest, I took in disciples to practice swordsmanship. I didn't pass on the Soul Sword Stream to anyone. Now that I have created the Soul Sword Stream, how can I let it disappear in the world of cultivation? I'll give it to you for free. Take it and give it to anyone you want."
The person he wanted to kill the most was probably Duan Qingming. Now he actually wanted Duan Qingming to help inherit the Soul Sword Style. Except for Gu Pinglin, everyone was surprised.
Duan Qingming was not moved at all when he heard this: "I have already taken the most exciting part of the Soul Sword Style. As for the rest, there is no need to pass it on."
He actually didn't want the famous Soul Sword inheritance. Now even Old and Sick Immortal eased his attack and said, "Hehe", "Well said. It took him hundreds of years to refine a broken sword, but he is the only one who treats it as a treasure. No one wants it, hahaha."
Yan Sen was furious, his eyes widened, and he yelled angrily: "Bullshit, how dare you look down on me?"
"Yes," Duan Qingming said angrily, "It relies on refining other people's sword spirits to improve. It's just an inferior sword art that depends on external objects to exist."
Yan Sen cursed: "Fuck your ancestors! I told you..."
"Gu Ying's swordsmanship is the inheritance," Gu Pinglin suddenly interrupted him, "The most exciting parts of the Soul Sword Style have been preserved. As for the others, aren't they the flaws you want to correct? Flaws, just discard them."
Yan Sen stopped cursing and slowed down his movements. He seemed to feel no pain after being hit by several swords, and ignored the injuries. He retorted, "That's nothing! He just learned the trick of 'breaking the surface with a point' according to the Soul Sword Flow. It can't be considered as inheritance!"
Duan Qingming said calmly, "Who said the Soul Sword Style only has that one advantage?"
Yan Sen jumped up and rushed towards him.
Gu Pinglin said: "If you feel that the rest of the Soul Sword Stream needs to be passed down, you may pass it on to me."
Yan Sen was no longer angry after hearing this, and laughed strangely: "My Soul Sword Style is a technique for killing people and refining souls. Finding a disciple to inherit it will kill thousands of people. Are you really willing to accept it as the head of the orthodox sect?"
"Of course." Gu Pinglin said.
Bu Shuihan heard this and turned back to advise: "The magic technique is harmful, Master, think twice!"
Gu Pinglin ignored him and insisted, "You can also give me the Soul Wood Sword. What do you think, Senior?"
He was so straightforward that Yan Sen remained silent.
Seeing this, Gu Pinglin asked, "Could it be that Senior doesn't trust me?"
Yan Sen still didn't answer.
Master Lu finally spoke: "As a fellow demon cultivator, I am also willing to inherit the legacy of the senior. I will try to merge the Soul Sword Style with the Ghost Dao technique to create a Soul Sword Style suitable for cultivation in the Solitary Yin Land."
"Who do you think you are!" Yan Sen finally reacted, and said with disdain, "I have killed people all over the cultivation world with my Soul Sword Style, but you can only hide in the corner and practice secretly. The Soul Sword Style relies on external forces, and the Ghost Way relies on external forces even more, which is even more useless. Fusion is a fart! Once the Duyin Land is broken, you have to roll back to the corner. What qualifications do you have to inherit my Soul Sword Style!"
No matter how good-tempered Master Lu was, he couldn't help but say, "How do you know I will definitely lose?"
Yan Sen laughed and said, "I don't know whether you will lose or not, but I know he won't lose."
Gu Pinglin wandered in the gap of the array attack, and casually threw Zhou Caiqin to Yu Wuxue again, then said: "Each upgrade of the soul sword requires a higher sword soul. The later it is, the fewer suitable sword cultivators there are. If you can't get rid of this dependence, it will be difficult to prove the soul sword style. Gu Ying's swordsmanship takes advantage of its strengths and avoids its weaknesses. The senior is known as the Sword Demon, and he did not create the soul sword style for fame. If this is the case, why bother about the name of the soul sword style?"
"fart!"
"As long as Gu Ying's swordsmanship exists, the Soul Sword Flow will exist."
"fart!"
"Isn't that right?"
“You…” Yan Sen gritted his teeth again and again, “You are so bad, just as bad as Duan Liu the bastard. I was tricked by you, but why do you think it’s justified!”
The Soul Wood Sword swung, and the close-range black thorns and demon souls were all shattered!
He yelled a few times rather unwillingly, and finally laughed again, pointing in the direction of Duan Qingming: "Not bad, not bad! No wonder no matter how arrogant you are, you still have to respect me as a senior! You have inherited the Soul Sword Style a long time ago. The day you prove your Dao with the Gu Ying Sword Skill will be the day when my Soul Sword Style proves its Dao, hahahahahahaha!"
Faced with the ridicule, Duan Qingming did not react.
Seeing that he had figured it out, Gu Pinglin spoke in a gentler tone, "From a medicine man who was at the mercy of others to a sword demon who opened up a new lineage of swordsmanship, who in the cultivation world doesn't know about the Soul Sword Stream? Even if you die today, your life will not be in vain."
Yan Sen became more amused: "You speak better than that little bastard. For the sake of these few words, I will help you."
The Soul Wood Sword fell from midair, and he caught it in his hand, ignoring the attack completely, letting the ghost thorns pierce his body, and several sword energies pierced his heart, but he didn't die immediately, which must be due to his soul training. He lowered his head and touched the blade of the Soul Wood Sword, feeling the struggling sword soul on it, and laughed: "The bastard named Duan has no use for you. You are the first soul sword in the cultivation world, and also the last one. In order to refine you, I used 22,911 sword cultivator souls, and now I will add the last one for you."
Seeing this, everyone guessed what he was going to do, and they all focused their attention. Even the old and sick immortal stopped attacking.
"The Soul Sword School must be passed down, and the cultivation world cannot be a lonely place," Gu Pinglin shouted, "Everyone, get ready!"
"Mo Beidou, Master Sanlong, listen to my orders!" Master Weifeng also knew that the time had come.
Yan Sen stood there, his body pierced by countless bloody holes from the ghost thorns. His mouth was full of blood. He laughed and turned the sword into his chest.
"You—" Qi Wan'er was slightly touched as he also possessed the purest swordsmanship. She wanted to stop him but felt that it was wrong, and her expression was conflicted.
Duan Qingming said: "Senior made the right choice."
"Call me old man!" Yan Sen pressed the hilt of his sword hard, thrusting it deeper. "You are still far from being able to break through with a single point. Watch me and see what the true Soul Sword Style is!"
The wild laughter continued, but became louder and louder.
The Soul Wood Sword is nourished by the sword soul of its master, bursting out with extremely powerful soul power, condensing into the master's strongest move in his life, a move named: Soul Sword Flow.
The sword energy and soul power rushed up to the sky, quickly gathered in mid-air, and fell from the sky like a torrent of ink waterfall, dispersing layers of ghost thorns, knocking away a group of big demon souls, and rushing straight to the place where the golden light was flashing, which was the location of the Soul Locking Formation!
Yan Sen's figure disappeared, and the burst of soul power crushed him to pieces, turning him into blood mud and blending into the soil and gravel.
The laughter still echoed, louder and more ethereal, as if his laughter was everywhere.
As the leader of the Demon Realm, Master Wei Feng was not as emotional as the others, and he would not miss this rare opportunity. He decisively ordered: "Follow me to break the formation!"
Large amounts of blood and energy floated out from his body and condensed into hands dripping with blood. Those bloody hands were densely packed forward. When looking again, the blood and energy on his body had faded a lot, leaving only a thin layer, covering his true appearance.
Gu Pinglin withdrew his gaze.
On the Taoist side, Yun He, Li Moqing and others were already prepared. Forty-six inner alchemy masters from both the righteous and evil sects attacked almost at the same time, trying to shake the ghost formation!
Master Lu saw through everyone's intentions, and the power of the ghost formation instantly increased to the extreme. It was obviously not enough to withstand the powerful impact of the ultimate skills of Yan Sen, Wei Fengshi, Yun He and many other great cultivators. The ghost thorns within a radius of three meters were smashed before they were formed. The stone hall of the Heart Sword Sect collapsed, and Gu Pinglin and his group rushed to a place less than ten meters away from the Soul Locking Formation in the blink of an eye.
The spiritual eye was right in front of him, emitting golden light, and a yang talisman was floating in the sky.
In this situation, everyone's blood boiled, their eyes lit up, and they no longer held back their strength, determined to break the Soul Locking Array in one go!
Suddenly, a familiar whisper was heard.
Clever words!
Who among the cultivators does not have a demon in his heart? Now that Master Lu has improved his cultivation and has taken advantage of the ghost formation, his clever words are even more powerful. Even though everyone was prepared, they were all hit. Even Master Weifeng's offensive slowed down. He reacted and shouted like thunder: "Everyone be careful, it's a clever word!"
Yunhe, Duan Zheng and others had high levels of cultivation and broke free from the influence one after another. Nanzhu was the descendant of the East China Sea Magic Flute and had suffered a loss before. When he heard the sound, he immediately used his secret mental method to stay awake. He put the Divine Flute to his lips, and the sound of the flute spread out intermittently. However, the gap in their cultivation levels was too big, and the Magic Flute could not defeat the clever words, and could not wake up the people who were hit. Bu Shuihan, Yao Feng and others gradually stopped their actions.
Seeing that Yan Sen's moves were about to end, the ghost thorns condensed again, but the opportunity was fleeting, and a woman's curse broke the whispers of ghosts -
"Lu Zhiren, you are a useless piece of trash! A coward who can't do anything!"
"For just this little money, what else can you do? Do you really want to piss me off to death?"
"You let that shameless bitch stay at home, bringing disgrace upon yourself. Why don't you go with your own sister?"
"Take your old, damned mother and get out of here!"
"Coward! Useless man!"
…
It was the Zhou sisters! They were only at the outer alchemy level, and they had experienced many frightening moments when they entered the formation. Their pretty faces were completely pale, but they still remembered the task that Gu Pinglin had given them. Once their sealed five senses were released, they forced themselves to hold back their fear, and they cursed at each other, their voices trembling. It was also because of their generous and aggressive personalities. If it were other female cultivators, they would not have the nerve to curse in public.
Amidst the scolding, the power of clever words is greatly reduced!
The son of Lu family in Yinshan Mountain in the northern boundary could not bear the verbal humiliation from his fierce wife Wang, so he killed her and cut off her tongue, then fled overnight. Later, he inherited the magic way and used his wife's tongue to refine a magic weapon called "Qiaohuang".
The origin of clever tricks lies in the inner demons. How can a person who has developed clever tricks resist the inner demons
Bu Shuihan and the others woke up one after another.
Right now!
Gu Ying dragged a misty purple light, Gu Pinglin recalled the sword in his hand, and took advantage of the moment when the ghost formation showed a flaw, and flew towards the front right side of the soul-locking formation!
The sword realm opens, a cool breeze rises, the boundless night sky reappears, and millions of meteors fly by, with a whizzing sound.
"Stop him!" Lu Zhiren's voice was cold.
The skull finally floated up from above the ghost formation, its red tongue trembling sharply, stretching out, and its tip shooting out like a sharp arrow, chasing after Gu Pinglin's back! At the same time, Wen Lao and several great masters of the magic path emerged from the ghost formation and pounced on Gu Pinglin from both sides.
Everything happened in a flash.
At this distance, it was impossible to break the formation before the attack arrived. Gu Pinglin was about to die under the siege before he could succeed. However, he had no intention of avoiding it and continued to rush forward. The attack had already reached behind him, and it was obvious that he was doomed to die.
"Junior Brother Gu!" Bu Shuihan's eyes were bloodshot and he rushed over to save him regardless of everything.
"Master Gu!"
Before everyone rushed over, the sword realm spread out first, and a long bridge to the sky had no end. It was the sword light, like the moon and frost, illuminating the ghost formation.
The swordsman in white appeared on the bridge and turned around.
The long bridge collapsed, the illusion shattered, and millions of magpies flew away. The cold sword energy perfectly blocked the attacks from both sides, combined into one sword, and slashed towards the long tongue.
The long red tongue quickly retracted, and he did not forget to give the order: "Stop him!"
Several cultivators reappeared and blocked Gu Pinglin's way. One of the women looked particularly familiar. She was Aunt Ji who was married into Penglai as a dowry.
When enemies meet, their eyes turn red with envy. Nanzhu shouted in hatred: "Ji! All of you, die!"
"Master Duan, are you going back on your word?" Lu Zhiren's voice was finally filled with anger. His long tongue rose up, turning into three phantoms that rolled towards him.
"You have crossed the line." The voice that answered him was even colder. The shadow of a magpie condensed into the famous Wind Sword. The white-robed Pavilion Master reached out and grasped the hilt, and made sword gestures with his fingers.
rustle…
A faint sound, like wind blowing through leaves, came from behind me.
It's sword intent, but more of a murderous intent!
Duan Qingming suddenly turned his head sideways.
The night rolled in from behind, and the Galaxy Sword Realm reappeared, perfectly connecting with the first half of the move! The coolness was deceptive, and strands of silver light flew through the air, just like dew all over the sky.
The murderous aura instantly came behind him!
The temperature of his narrow eyes suddenly dropped, as cold as ice and snow, but his thin lips curved into a dangerous arc, and his sword-holding hand clenched tightly—
Suddenly, the murderous aura cleverly shifted two inches, brushed past his body, and caused his black hair to rise up and stick to his handsome face.
It was a misty and sharp purple sword energy.
The sword energy accurately avoided him, and the silver wind and dew in the sky were also dyed with gorgeous purple. The sword energy and wind and dew, together, faced the long tongue rolling towards him.
Silently, another handsome face passed by, his eyes bright and firm, looking straight ahead.
It was a split second of passing by, extremely fast and yet extremely slow.
It was like the return of spring to the world. The cold light disappeared in an instant, turning into a deep smile that settled in the eyes, and the hand holding the sword slowly put down.
The Wind and Dew Sword blocked the arrow-like long tongue. A tall figure stood in front of him, with the sword across his chest and his black cloak fluttering.
The earth shook, a loud noise sounded, and golden light shone brightly! A column of air emerged from the spirit's eyes, with powerful force, breaking through the Yang Talisman and rising into the sky, and the Yang Qi returned to heaven and earth!
The soul-locking formation is broken!
The pervasive yin energy was impacted by the yang energy and gradually faded, and vision became clearer.
There was no cheering, only endless astonishment. Everyone looked at the man who broke the formation, their faces filled with disbelief, and there was a dead silence all around.
"How could it be... him?" Yang Zhao murmured.
Gu Pinglin sheathed his sword, turned around and looked at the pillar of energy, and finally smiled. He bowed to the man from a distance and said, "The cultivation world is saved, thanks to the master."