Chapter 239 Heart knot and gaze

Chapter 239 Heart knot and gaze

Chapter 239 Heart knot and gaze

He also practiced the Minor Tribulation Sword Sutra!

Li Wuxiang had previously thought that there might be someone in one of the larger sects among the thirty-six sects who practiced the Minor Tribulation Sword Sutra, but he did not expect that it would be the leader of the Juque Sect... or that there was more than one person!
But if you think about it carefully, this is nothing surprising. To be able to cultivate the thirty-six sects' skills to the level of Yang God, one must have extraordinary talent.

Besides, he is not the only lucky person in this world. Mou Zhenyuan must have encountered many adventures in his life. Who knows what opportunity allowed him to practice dual cultivation?
However, one thing should be correct - according to his previous thinking, the people of the Thirty-Six Sects did not have the East Emperor Seal in the past, and the realm of the Small Tribulation Sword Sutra would not be high, and should stop at the Golden Core level. That's why Mou Zhenyuan said just now that neither the Yang Shen method nor the Juque technique is needed.

This statement was exactly the same as when he dealt with Mou Tieshan in Youjiuyuan. It was just that he was a Jindan at that time, so he said it so that people could not tell whether he was real or fake. And Mou Zhenyuan said this now, he must be full of confidence - he has the foundation of Yangshen, even if he really only uses the Minor Tribulation Sword Sutra, it should be easy for him to deal with a Yuanying like him... Jindan. You know, just now in Lingshan, he just glanced at me, and my mind was shaken, and it took a long time to adjust my breath!
Usually, Li Wuxiang only listened to Zhao Qi's words to entertain himself.

But at this time, he realized that what Zhao Qi said seemed to be a solution.

It seemed that Mou Zhenyuan was determined to kill me on the spot today. If I really begged him for mercy, or delayed it -

Can't delay.

Can't ask for it.

The world is big, you can go anywhere, east, west, north, south, center, etc. But in reality, it is very small - the Thirty-Six Sects, the Seven Mysterious Sects, and the Sword Sect are almost the top circles in the world of cultivation.

If he begs for mercy here today, this matter will spread throughout the cultivation world. Even if he has a place to go and is lucky enough to survive, he will never be able to wash off the reputation of being a coward.

After living a second life, this is not the way he wanted to live!
Besides... the current situation may not be completely without benefits.

Because he was still thinking about how to invite the evil spirit back!

Still thinking about how to put myself in extreme danger and make the fake play real!

So Li Wuxiang stood there, exhaled lightly, and sneered - now, there was a second sea of ​​fire around him.

And his choice was, jump!
Either external evil comes, or the person who secretly pushes me to do things comes, or... no one should do anything!

"Mou Zhenyuan, you are being a little shameless." Li Wuxiang stretched his body and raised his head slightly. Seeing that Mou Zhenyuan was slightly stunned, his face showed an expression of disbelief and astonishment, followed by an extremely cold look, "I give you face and call you the Sect Master. If I don't give you face, what should I call you? The Sword Sect is the Eastern Emperor's lineage and the Taiyi orthodoxy. Since you have practiced the Sword Sect's Xiaojie Sword Sutra, you have the nerve to call yourself the Juque Sect Master?"

"Oh, your disciple actually calls himself the Sword Master - if I'm not mistaken, you are only a Jindan cultivator with the Little Tribulation Sword Sutra. Do you know what it means to be in the Nether Nine Abyss? Asking you to be a palm sword is already a great honor for you!"

"I'm kind enough to tell you that there are mistakes in the Great Tribulation Sword Sutra, do you think I'm afraid of you? Fine, I'll try your Small Tribulation Sword Sutra today. I won't bully you for not having a flying sword—"

Li Wuxiang turned his wrist, and a piece of broken talisman paper appeared between his fingers: "You use your Xiaojie Sword Sutra, and I will use Ranshan Talisman to meet you!"

Mou Zhenyuan turned to look at Kong Xuan: "Did you hear that?"

Kong Xuan kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"This is why I gathered everyone to form this Great Tribulation Alliance." Mou Zhenyuan said coldly, "This is how we look in the eyes of the Sword Sect."

Mou Zhenyuan shook his head, exhaled slightly, raised his hand, and picked up a stone from the ground. The stone was about one finger long and was a long strip. He gently scraped it with his fingernails, and the stone was immediately scraped into the shape of a small sword as if it were made of dough.

"Okay, Li Wuxiang. You take action."

After he said this, he threw the stone sword in front of him. The small sword immediately hung in front of his chest, coated with a layer of golden light.

At this moment, he was looking at Li Wuxiang, but he felt that he was not looking at the person in front of him, but Jiang Jie, Mei Qiulu, or the disciples of the Sword Sect in this world.

He joined the Juque Sect at the age of seven, built his foundation at the age of eight, refined his Qi at the age of fourteen, formed his Dan at the age of twenty-six, became an infant at the age of fifty-three, and became a Yang God at the age of ninety-seven. But the faster and smoother his practice, the more sighs he heard from his master.

The most common phrase that Master said was - Zhen Yuan, the Juque Sect has misled you. With your talent, if you were to join the Sword Sect and practice the True Immortal Body Dao Pian or the Minor Tribulation Sword Sutra, I don't know how far you would have gotten... I don't know if you would have achieved the True Immortal!
At that time, he did not have a bad impression of the Sword Sect. Because of his master's long-term lamentations, he even felt that the Sword Sect was the true Taiyi lineage, and that the people from his thirty-six sects were considered "heretical sects" of the Taiyi Sect.

So after he cultivated to the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm and became the sword master of the Juque Sect, he left the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb and traveled around the world looking for swordsmen, wanting to visit You Jiuyuan.

The first swordsman he met was a woman. When they first met, the woman called him "fellow Taoist" and was quite polite. But when he explained his purpose - I still remember the smile on the woman's face - she told him that if he really wanted to go to the Nether Nine Abyss, he had to practice the sword sect's method first, and then go through trials and guidance before he could enter the Nether Nine Abyss. But in order to do that, he would have to abandon his current cultivation -

At that time, the woman sighed - he felt that there was even some indescribable pity in her eyes - and said, it's a pity that you have already practiced the Juque School's methods. Since you have chosen this path, you may not be able to give up your cultivation.

That look reminded him of the word "unorthodox"!

After so many years, he still clearly remembered what he said at that time, "Fellow Daoist, I have no intention of joining the Sword Sect. I just want to try out the similarities and differences between my Juque Sect's skills and the Sword Sect's skills. Master Jiang's skills are the strongest in the world, and I think if I can learn a move or two from him——"

He only said this when the woman laughed and said, "If that's the case, there's no need to ask Master Jiang for advice. Last month I also became an infant, so I'll just fight with you for a few moves first."

He remembered that he kindly reminded her that he had been an infant for 25 years, which was the peak stage of the Nascent Soul. But the woman just smiled and said nothing. Whenever he recalled that time, he thought of her smile and her "silence"!
Then, he took out the large square stele. And the woman, like him now, picked up a stone from the soil and scraped it into a stone sword.

At that time, he already felt that he was being looked down upon, so he attacked with almost all his strength in anger - then, he was hit on the pulse point of his left wrist by the stone sword in the woman's hand, and the large square tablet fell to the ground.

He remembered that the thought that came to his mind at that time was that the Sword Sect's skills were indeed the strongest in the world. But after returning to the mountain and a few years later, he realized one thing -

The two of them lost the fight, which was nothing to say. But a warrior or a cultivator does not lose because the sword holds his vitals, but because the weapon slips out of his hand... A cultivator or a martial artist cannot hold his own weapon or magic weapon!
That's not a competition, it's a humiliation!
That woman was called Mei Qiulu. After he had his Yang Spirit, he was already the Great Sword Master of the Juque Sect. When he was the Sword Master, he was mostly concerned with the disciples. But as the Great Sword Master, he had to worry more about the sect's affairs.

So it was at this moment that he truly realized the strength of the Sword Sect and where its strength lies - it was not because they were born superior to the cultivators of the Thirty-Six Sects, but because of his martial arts, because of the East Emperor Seal under the Nether Nine Abyss!

Because she possessed the East Emperor Seal, Mei Qiulu was able to knock the sword out of her hand with a stone!
It was from that time that he began to practice the Xiaojie Sword Sutra, and cultivated all the way to the peak of the Golden Core. But since then, he no longer had the courage to go to Youjiuyuan to seek advice from Jiang Jie, and he didn't even want to go to Mei Qiulu again... He knew that Mei Qiulu had been stagnant at the peak of the Sword Sect Yuanying, and he also knew that with his Yang Shen's cultivation level, he should have a sure win against Mei Qiulu...

But he was just afraid of that stone!
I am afraid that if something happens, I will be defeated by that stone again!

But today, he felt that the demon in his heart could be removed - he was no longer the Mou Zhenyuan of the past, but the disciples of the Sword Sect were still as rampant as they were back then, and they were from the same lineage!
So he stared at Li Wuxiang and saw that his expression was the same as his, and slowly calmed down.

The man before him had a cold smile on his face and spoke harshly. But after he asked him to draw his sword, Mu Zhenyuan guessed that he had not expected that he would really kill him here today, so his expression was a little dazed for a breath or two.

Over the years, he has seen this kind of reaction too many times - many of the so-called "chosen ones" who died under his sword would not believe that they would die like this until the last moment.

Then he saw Li Wuxiang's expression calm down. It seemed that in just a breath or two, he changed from a young man in his twenties or thirties who was arrogant and proud to a weathered old man.

He first looked at the broken talisman paper in his hand, then glanced around, frowned, and said, "Let's do this now..."

Mou Zhenyuan looked at him coldly: "Now I tell you to make the first move. As I say, if you take three of my moves, you can leave today."

Then he saw Li Wuxiang frowned, then nodded: "Oh, you are..."

He fixed his eyes on the stone sword in front of him: "Are you... going to use a flying sword?"

Is this man frightened and stupid, or what? Mou Zhenyuan hummed softly and remained silent.

At this time, Kong Jingci suddenly said: "Master, Sect Master Mou! I——"

When Mou Zhenyuan took a quick glance, Kong Jingci's body suddenly stopped, as if hit by an invisible force. He immediately stood still on the spot, his hands and feet trembling, unable to utter a word.

Li Wuxiang's eyes also trembled, as if he had woken up immediately. He stopped talking, raised his hand, bit his right index finger, and immediately began to write on the broken talisman paper.

Mou Zhenyuan didn't know what he wrote, but since this person dared to go to the Great Tribulation Mountain and was so arrogant, he must be very capable. He knew about the Ranshan Sect and the Ranshan Talisman Technique, but he didn't know where he got the courage to use the Ranshan Talisman Technique to receive his own Small Tribulation Sword Sutra.

When his fingers stopped and the talisman was finished, he nodded solemnly and said, "Since we are going to compete, you... Sect Master Mu, and the Sect Master of the Juque Sect—"

When he said this, he paused for a moment, as if noticing that he hadn't spoken, and then he continued: "——Or is it the cultivation of the Yang God? To avoid people saying that you won unfairly, should you wait patiently until my magic takes effect before we start?"

Mou Zhenyuan was slightly stunned - he had previously felt that Li Wuxiang's temperament and demeanor were completely different. But now, even the tone of his voice was different - no longer arrogant and rude, but polite.

If he was speaking softly because he realized that he was about to die, he should be begging for mercy. But now...

The first thought that popped into his head was -

The most common situation when a cultivator's mind changes drastically is... an external evil has entered the body!
But this Li Wuxiang is the Sword Sect's Nascent Soul. At this level, what kind of external evil can enter his body? Unless he is willing!
Then the second thought popped into his mind -

What if it’s not an external evil, but... something in Lingshan?

The things in the sacred mountain would not confuse his mind, nor would they ruin his practice, but would be naturally friendly and of the same origin...

Did Jiang Jie go to Lingshan Mountain for cultivation? !
Is he really dead... or has he found a way to become a true immortal!? So he can't stay in this world!?

At this time, Li Wuxiang had already held the written talisman paper between his fingers, but he neither chanted any spell nor performed any ritual. Instead, he stood there with his eyes closed and his lips slightly moving, as if he was talking to something.

Mou Zhenyuan felt a chill in his heart and immediately stretched out his hand to grasp the stone sword in front of his chest, then his yang soul escaped into the sacred mountain - he heard the roars of resentful souls in his ears, blood mist filled the air before his eyes, and countless murderous things came from all directions and locked onto him.

The appearance of Yang Shen at Lingshan is like a huge rock thrown into a pool of still water, which will attract the attention of countless spirits and wild gods therein. He has long been accustomed to it and can tell which ones are permanent residents here and which ones have entered here through their incarnations from the Yang world.

So he locked his Qi on Li Wuxiang, and his Yang Spirit focused on the sacred mountain to investigate carefully. Slowly, he heard some low words, hidden in the roar like the howling of the wind -

"...Things...have gotten out of hand..." He heard Li Wuxiang's vague voice, "...save me...the lower world...the alliance on the mountain...the Eastern Emperor Seal...I...the leader of the Seal...they all think you..."

What is he talking about? Is he inviting Jiang Jie to the lower world?

Mou Zhenyuan immediately grasped this thought, listened attentively, and then -

He heard a buzzing sound in his ears, just like when a person is in a quiet room during meditation and can hear the blood flowing and the heart beating in the body.

The next moment he realized that this was because the long-lasting howling of resentful ghosts around him suddenly stopped - a huge, high, magnificent thing... was staring at him!

(End of this chapter)