Chapter 296 Fluorescence
After receiving advice from Master Ming, Li Yuan took off the Fushang Sword and continued to move forward.
He communicated with the Fushang Sword with his consciousness, asking about the evil sword's intentions.
The Fu Shang Sword trembled slightly, and the vague spirit seemed to nod.
The evil sword has killed countless lives and has accumulated heavy karma, so it is very difficult to give birth to a sword spirit.
Throughout the ages, only such shallow spirituality has been born.
Only the man in black at the Demon-Suppressing Pass was the closest to the sword spirit.
Unfortunately, he was biased when he was born, and his obsession was too deep, so he can only be called a "thought", not a pure sword spirit.
After receiving the response from Fu Shang Sword, Li Yuan flew straight to the Yellow Spring Road No. 9 in front.
On the way, they saw a snake-headed messenger from the underworld. As if he had expected Li Yuan to pass by, he smiled and bowed.
Li Yuan was a little surprised, but he nodded and then walked away.
The snake-headed messenger of the underworld looked at Li Yuan and saw his back disappear into the misty sky.
Then he turned around, looked into the distance, and asked softly:
"Brother Xiaohu, isn't this the immortal god you always mention?"
"He's here, why are you hiding?"
A look of confusion flashed across the face of the snake-headed Yinming messenger.
If it had any connection with immortals or gods, it would have already tried to curry favor with them and strive to escape from this endless hell.
Even if it's difficult to get out of it, you can still move forward through this relationship.
In the distance, a human figure was walking towards them.
Zhang Xiaohu's face was a little dark, and he had a simple and honest smile.
"not the right time yet."
"If we recognize each other now, my role as the underworld messenger will be meaningless."
The snake-headed messenger from the underworld was a little confused and did not reply.
"I have to stay here and help him pick up someone..."
"Otherwise, he will be sad."
Zhang Xiaohu looked in the direction where Li Yuan was going away, his eyes filled with nostalgia, expectation, and determination.
The respectful bow from the snake-headed underworld messenger was Xiaohu's apology to Li Yuan.
But the time has not come yet, so we cannot recognize each other.
Li Yuanfei was in the front and seemed to have the same feeling in his heart.
I looked back subconsciously, but couldn't see anything.
But there was some inexplicable feeling in my heart.
After a long time, he shook off these feelings and continued to fly forward.
After passing through this short section of the Yellow Springs Road, we soon arrived at the Naihe Bridge.
"Fellow Daoist, please stop."
On the other side of the river, in the pavilion.
The old figure of Meng Po walked out from the shadows with a kind smile.
Of course Li Yuan would not cross the Naihe Bridge, so he stopped and bowed slightly.
Both sides were very friendly.
After explaining the purpose of the visit, Meng Po gave some brief reminders, then pointed out the direction with her finger.
"The faceless man is on the left side of the river."
"Fellow Daoist, just keep walking along the river cliff. You will see it after about a hundred miles."
Li Yuan chuckled and bowed to express his gratitude.
After walking a hundred miles along the Wangchuan River, Li Yuan finally saw a skinny figure on a river beach.
The figure stood by the river, slightly bent over, using a willow branch to fish something out of the river.
From time to time, the willow branches would glow and scoop up some almost transparent souls. They would look at them, shake their heads in disappointment, and then put them aside.
Li Yuan approached and slowly landed behind the faceless monster.
"Little God Anshan, the mountain god, comes to pay a visit to... um... Brother Wuyan?"
No one knows the identity of this faceless monster, they just call him that.
But it’s not nice to call someone a weirdo in front of them.
In his arms, the scales laughed:
Tian Yao couldn't hold it in any longer: "Brother, stop being so funny and literary!"
Li Yuan ignored it and just paid attention to the faceless man's actions.
By the river, the skinny faceless man slowly turned his head.
It is indeed as the rumors say, without facial features, the face is unrecognizable.
However, although the faceless monster had no face, Li Yuan could feel that he was being stared at by a cold gaze.
After looking at Li Yuan for a while, the faceless man stretched out a hand.
Pale and slender, with a heart-pounding beauty.
He said nothing, but seemed to be asking for something.
Li Yuan bowed:
"I know your rules."
"But I can't mortgage my soul."
"After someone's advice, perhaps I can lend you this sword for a look."
He handed over the Fu Shang Sword.
These ancient and vicious swords all have their own masters.
No one who is not recognized by the ancient sword can pull it out, so there is no need to worry about it being taken away by others.
The faceless monster tilted his head slightly, as if he was confused.
Then, he reached out and took the Fushang Sword.
With a swish, he pulled it out of the scabbard.
The blade is bright red, as if ready to slaughter the world at any time.
Li Yuan frowned secretly.
Isn’t the blade of this Fu Shang sword dark?
Why did it turn red?
Tian Yao saw Li Yuan's confused look and explained to him secretly.
Only then did Li Yuan understand.
The strange man held the Fushang sword, and although he didn't say anything, his limbs trembled a few times and he seemed a little excited.
Then he waved towards Li Yuan.
The meaning seemed to be: state your purpose.
Li Yuan bowed:
"I want to ask about the Qilin."
"You have been salvaging lost souls in the Lethe River for hundreds of thousands of years. I think you know a lot."
The soul that wanted to save Qilin was also salvaged by the faceless monster.
This person is considered to be "first-hand" and may know a lot of clues.
When the faceless monster heard this, his head tilted, and his flat face inexplicably made people feel a little fearful.
It pointed at Li Yuan and gestured a few times.
As if asking: Are you sure you want to get involved in Qilin’s affairs?
Li Yuan nodded: "Please let me know, Your Excellency."
The faceless monster thought about it and lightly tapped his slender fingers.
A beam of fluorescent light flew towards Li Yuan's forehead.
Li Yuan was subconsciously on guard, but then relaxed.
This fluorescence does not mean any harm, it just contains some information.
The fluorescent light flew into Li Yuan's forehead and turned into a pattern.
Li Yuan seemed to understand it, and quickly carved it with his spiritual consciousness and passed it to Tian Yao, asking him to decipher it.
The celestial demon was greatly shocked, as if he had seen some incredible information, and immersed himself in comprehending it.
While Li Yuan was stunned, the faceless monster held the Fushang sword and inserted the tip of the sword into the Wangchuan River.
The Fushang Sword trembled, emitting endless evil spirit that enveloped the surroundings, as if going back to the time of the creation of the world.
The Forgotten River is rushing, with countless souls in it howling and begging, the sound never ending.
A flash of sword light shone from the depths of the Forgotten River, carrying with it a murderous intent that could pierce through everything.
Bright and clear, the sword energy is like a rainbow.
The faceless monster seemed to have gotten some clue and threw the Fushang Sword back to Li Yuan.
Following the direction of the sword energy, he strode away.
Tian Yao also came back to his senses at this time and happened to sense this bright red sword energy.
"The famous Hell-Suppressing Sword has sunk to the bottom of the Forgotten River."
“What a pity.”
Tian Yao sighed, and then said to Li Yuan:
"I already know the clues about Qilin."
"Beside the Wangchuan River, there are many strange ears; this is not the place to talk, so hurry back to Fengdu City."
Li Yuan nodded, looked at the faceless monster walking away on the river bank, shook his head slightly, turned and left.