Huangxiu

Chapter 1227 Mastery
Duan Zhongqi and the two youths bowed again before leaving the valley.

Only the young man in white robes remained in the valley.

The young man in white robes stood up, stretched languidly, and then transformed into a wisp of smoke, slowly emerging from the valley and drifting into the distance.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly appeared in the valley.

Super-sensory cave photos, revealing everything.

Finally, his gaze fell on the statue of the evil lord, and he examined it closely.

The golden sword was slowly drawn from its sheath.

The sword trembled slightly, faintly revealing a sense of joy, as if it were cheering.

He gently shook the sword to calm it down.

The next moment, Chu Liezhao stepped out of the portal.

The Heavenly Illusion Pavilion flew out from his sleeve and landed on the mountaintop next to him.

For these evil lords who are skilled in spiritual mystic arts, the most powerful weapons are the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion and the Dragon Soaring Bell.

Chu Lie Zhao is hiding in the Tianhuan Pavilion.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, floated into the air, and lightly swung his sword.

"laugh!"

"boom!"

First, a crack appeared, which quickly spread into a beaded network, then shattered, turning into a cloud of dust that fell in a flurry.

"Be bold!"

A loud bang echoed in Chu Zhiyuan's mind.

Immediately, a beam of white light shot out, and the white-robed youth reappeared, rushing towards him.

Chu Zhiyuan vanished from his spot in a flash.

The white-robed youth formed hand seals and shouted, "Die!"

Golden light suddenly shone in Chu Zhiyuan's mind, and the Dragon Soaring Bell blocked the violent mental attack.

This violent power was a white light, like a bolt of lightning, a bolt of light formed by a blade.

After colliding with the Dragon Soaring Bell, the white light, like a bolt of lightning, dissipated.

Chu Zhiyuan discovered that he could hardly absorb these dissipated white lights, which were exceptionally pure, yet they were devoured by the golden sword to strengthen itself.

This discovery surprised and delighted him.

The golden sword kept surprising him, truly mysterious and extraordinary.

The young man in white robes was overjoyed to see him standing there in a daze. He instantly lunged forward and slapped his chest with both palms.

The golden sword suddenly pierced his chest.

The white-robed youth was taken aback. He looked down at the golden sword at his chest, then at Chu Zhiyuan.

The astonishment in his eyes quickly turned into anger, and his hands were about to form a hand seal.

Chu Zhiyuan brandished his sword.

The golden sword suddenly shone brightly, and the aura of popular support and merit instantly flowed into the white-robed youth's body.

The young man in white robes radiated light, his body bursting with golden brilliance, resembling a golden statue.

His hands, which were forming a hand seal, froze in mid-air. The anger and killing intent in his eyes turned into astonishment, then into resentment, and his gaze quickly dimmed.

He stood motionless, frozen like a statue, the light around him fading as quickly as the light in his eyes.

Chu Liezhao stood in front of the Tianhuan Pavilion, his hands forming a seal, and the Haoyang Subduing Demon Mirror condensed in the void.

The Haoyang Demon-Subduing Mirror shot out a beam of golden light, pulling a ball of seven-colored light into the mirror.

No matter how powerful the Evil Lord's soul is, it cannot withstand the current Haoyang Demon-Subduing Mirror.

As souls, especially the evil lord's soul, entered the mirror, the Haoyang Demon-Subduing Mirror grew stronger and stronger, its power to pull at souls becoming increasingly formidable and irresistible.

After the seven-colored light entered the mirror, the white-robed youth remained motionless, his breath ceasing.

Chu Zhiyuan thought for a moment, then shook his head and gave up on using the Reincarnation Marriage Technique.

The white-robed youth's identity is no longer worth exploiting.

The Myriad Manifestations Sect was destined to be destroyed.

Chu Liezhao retrieved the Heavenly Illusion Pavilion, stepped through the portal, and vanished without a trace.

Chu Zhiyuan calmly sat down in the center of the square, in the spot where the white-robed youth had previously been sitting.

He continued to visualize the mountains and earth within the spring, continuing to infuse it with spiritual power and merit.

By killing the white-robed youth and a wicked lord, he once again gained a massive amount of merit.

Meanwhile, Chu Liezhao began to refine the soul of the white-robed youth.

When Lu Xiaolu and Qi Qingmei arrived at the valley, they saw Chu Zhiyuan looming in and out of sight.

He seemed to be in a clear and deep pool, his figure visible, swaying back and forth with the waves.

Qi Qingmei suddenly reached out her hand, and the two of them stopped abruptly at the mouth of the valley.

Lu Xiaolu looked at her in surprise, then turned to look at Qi Qingmei. Qi Qingmei gently shook her head, her expression solemn, her red lips moving as she secretly transmitted her voice: "Just getting into the swing of things, about to break through."

"Breakthrough?" Lu Xiaolu replied telepathically, "You've already reached the ninth level."

Qi Qingmei shook her head: "It's a different kind of extraordinary skill."

Lu Xiaolu then pointed to the young man in white robes and said softly, "That's the guy!"

Qi Qingmei said, "He is already dead."

"Dead?!"

Lu Xiaolu's bright eyes widened.

She silently floated closer, glanced at the young man in white robes, pouted her red lips, and glared at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan was right in front of him, yet it felt as if he were on a cloud, impossible to touch.

She defiantly stretched out her delicate hand.

A jade-like hand came across and pressed her hand down; it was Qi Qingmei who floated over to stop her.

Lu Xiaolu withdrew her hand, her cherry lips parted, and she transmitted her voice to Qi Qingmei: "Junior brother, what kind of strange skill is he practicing?"

Qi Qingmei gently shook her head: "This is definitely not normal... You're being ridiculous too, how could you disturb him!"

Lu Xiaolu wrinkled her nose: "He's so steady, practicing his skills here all by himself. He must not be afraid of being disturbed."

Qi Qingmei shook her head: "Then it's not advisable to disturb them. Let's wait and see."

She sized up the young man in white robes before her, then shook her head, unable to discern anything.

The wound was a sword piercing his heart, but strangely, he didn't bleed before he died.

The two women examined the white-robed youth's corpse, then reached out and touched his body.

Ultimately, it was discovered that apart from the injury to his heart, he had no other internal injuries and showed no signs of rampant true energy.

Qi Qingmei frowned and shook her head.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xiaolu asked hurriedly, "Senior sister, is something the problem?"

"You can tell from their fighting style," Qi Qingmei said.

"What method?" Lu Xiaolu asked curiously.

"What do you think?"

"Me?...Didn't I die from my junior brother's sword? His sword was no ordinary sword."

Qi Qingmei said, "It's a battle of wits."

Lu Xiaolu's bright eyes flashed, and she nodded slowly, as if she had just realized something. "I see!"

She grasped the point immediately and understood the reason for the young man in white's death.

Qi Qingmei said, "You should have read the records on this subject. Mental battles are more dangerous than martial arts battles; life and death can be decided in a single thought."

Lu Xiaolu said, "I didn't expect to actually run into something like this. This evil lord is indeed powerful, but it's a pity that he encountered his junior brother."

She looked at Chu Zhiyuan, who seemed to be at the bottom of a deep pool, and chuckled, "Junior Brother's Demon-Subduing Blade is extremely powerful, so his spiritual strength is naturally very strong."

The sheer power of her mental strength is evident in her ability to simultaneously manipulate dozens of throwing knives.

All the senior sisters of Guanghan Palace knew they couldn't do it and readily admitted defeat.

This is equivalent to encountering his junior brother's strength; the Evil Lord is simply unlucky.

Qi Qingmei nodded gently.

The two women were looking at each other when they suddenly realized something was wrong. They turned their heads to look, but Chu Zhiyuan was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh?" Lu Xiaolu exclaimed in surprise, "Where's my junior brother?"

Qi Qingmei looked around, sizing her up.

The next moment, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly appeared in the same spot.

"Junior brother?!" Lu Xiaolu stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve. Only when she felt it was real did she breathe a sigh of relief: "What kind of amazing skill is this?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "The Earth Origin Technique is a miraculous skill that I practiced in the Outer Heaven of the Lesser Heaven."

The second level of the Earthly Origin Technique has finally been mastered.

He also learned the wonderful uses of this skill.

“Earthly Origin Technique…” Lu Xiaolu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head.

Qi Qingmei also shook her head.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Senior sisters, please come with me."

He put his arm around each of their shoulders.

The two women were unsuspecting and let him put his hand on their shoulders. Suddenly, their vision blurred, and the next moment, they found themselves no longer in the valley, but on a mountaintop.

Looking around, I discovered that the mountain peak was right across the valley.

They hadn't run very far, but their speed was beyond imagination.

(End of this chapter)