This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 274: Have you paid the copyright fee for stacking vests like this?
There was silence in the quiet room and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Shang Qingmeng didn't feel embarrassed. Whether Xiang Yuan and the others believed it or not, the truth was this. She put her hands together and manipulated the Nine Absolute Sword Formation, restoring the formation that Chang Xiuming had maliciously tampered with to its original state.

After a quick glance, he found that all the powerful enemies who invaded Jianxinzhai had been killed, and the three clones of the Blood God Son of Taoist Jiehai were also gone. He looked at Taoist Ziping with doubt, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Just you?

Although Shang Qingmeng didn't say anything, his meaning was clear.

Taoist Zi Ping's mouth twitched. The eldest sister insulted people without using any dirty words, but her eyes were still so hurtful. It hurt like a fire on the face. She took the initiative to explain that Xiang Yuan contributed the most and that he had killed all three clones of the Blood God.

"Aren't you injured?" Shang Qingmeng asked calmly, his eyes like knives, pointing straight into the distance.

There was a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had noticed something.

Facing the soul-searching question, Xiang Yuan was not panicked at all. He clasped his hands together and said sincerely: "Senior Ziping's medical skills are unparalleled. I was saved by her and my cultivation level has greatly improved, so I can do this. Senior Ziping generously saved me. You are so magnanimous. I will repay your kindness by helping Jian Xinzhai. It is just like the saying that those who are virtuous have many helpers. It is indeed a good saying."

Shameless! x2
Qin Zhaorong covered her mouth and laughed secretly, while Taoist Ziping rolled her eyes. The innocent had never suffered such an injustice before, and she cursed in her heart. She wanted to tell the truth to the eldest sister right then and there and let her do justice.

"Ziping doesn't have this ability. She can't do it." Shang Qingmeng spoke calmly about the reality.

Puff!

Taoist Zi Ping was stabbed in the chest by a sword named "Cut the Seven Emotions, Cut off the Six Desires". It was a ruthless sword that killed people ruthlessly and mercilessly. It showed no mercy to its fellow disciples. She was shaking with pain and almost vomited blood.

"Senior, now is not the time to talk about this."

Xiang Yuan used the method of diverting attention again: "The evil spirits are still there, and we should take advantage of the situation to pursue them now."

Shang Qingmeng nodded, no longer pursuing the reason why Xiang Yuan pretended to be sick and deceived others. He raised his hand and slashed the sword finger, tearing the space apart, revealing a small cave portal: "This time the powerful enemy invaded because there was a traitor in the sect. Chang Xiuming let the wolf into the house, and his heart is worthy of death. Ziping, Zhaorong, you two stay here to preside over the Nine Absolute Sword Formation, and I will go to help Master and kill the invading enemy."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Ziping and Qin Zhaorong were both shocked. They guessed that there was a traitor in the sect, but they didn't expect it to be Chang Xiuming.

Taoist Zi Ping spoke directly, with a hint of blame: "Big Sister, Master is in danger, at such a critical moment, why are you still..."

Still so calm.

He even hid in the clouds to peek at restricted scenes!

Xiang Yuan curled his lips secretly. He had seen all kinds of scenes in the world. After a little thought, he understood the reason. How could there be a prince for seventy years in the world? Your disciple Shang Qingmeng, please go to die with me, Master.

The father said goodbye to his son with a smile, and the message of stabbing at the mountain gate could not be wrong.

Shang Qingmeng spoke calmly, as if she was telling an insignificant fact: "Master's time has come. How sad it is for her to die in a grave as a sword master in her lifetime. If she can die in battle against a strong enemy, she will not let down her sword skills."

"..." x3
Xiang Yuan and the other two did not understand the matter of cutting off the seven emotions and six desires. They just felt that Shang Qingmeng talked about filial piety with ease and had the qualities of a master.

"Sister!"

Taoist Zi Ping emphasized his tone and spoke through his teeth: "Big Sister, please help Master immediately, don't delay any further!"

"Ah."

Shang Qingmeng nodded and slowly walked into the small cave.

Xiang Yuan stuck his head out to look, and his intuition told him that if he followed, he would definitely gain something, such as picking up an opportunity next to the corpse owner.

If he was a little braver, the evil spirits would fight, the headmaster would die violently, and all four Tongyou period masters would die. Before his death, Su Ran Jian Zun passed the position of headmaster to him, asking him to lead Jian Xin Zhai to become bigger and stronger and create more glory.

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Her thoughts were too innocent and her smile was even more malicious, which caused Taoist Ziping to look at her coldly.

Xiang Yuan decisively restrained his smile and did not enter the small cave. The matching mechanism should be reasonable. How could he, who was in the Spirit Transformation Stage, take the initiative to participate in the mahjong game of the Tongyou Stage?

There were just four people playing mahjong at one table, so there wouldn't be a seat for him even if he went there, so it was better not to take the position of the headmaster of Jianxinzhai.

Qin Zhaorong sighed: "Eldest Sister, it is difficult to escape the calamity when you go. I am afraid your life will be in danger."

"Why do you say that, Junior Sister Qin?" Taoist Ziping asked in surprise.

"My senior sister is an extraordinary swordsman. I have never doubted that she can kill a grandmaster of the same realm, but the enemy came prepared. The battle just now must have been extremely dangerous. It is impossible for my senior sister to be unscathed..." Qin Zhaorong looked worried.

There was something she didn't say. Judging from her words and expressions, although Shang Qingmeng concealed it well, there were waves in her eyes and a fragrance of spring on her body. It was obvious that she had fallen into the trap of the Jiledao demon girl, who wanted to die together with her.

At the moment, his soul is in poor condition and his mind is unclear. I don't know how much of his natural sword skills he can still display.

Taoist Ziping was horrified when he heard this and wanted to enter the small cave immediately.

Qin Zhaorong held Taoist Ziping's shoulder and said calmly, imitating Shang Qingmeng's tone, "You don't have the ability, so don't hold us back. The senior sister was almost dead. If you go, you will definitely die."

Not to mention that Taoist Ziping was gritting his teeth, Xiang Yuan frowned. The two female sword practitioners of Jianxinzhai, one was dying, and the other was half dead. Wouldn't this mahjong table be dominated by the Eighteen Arhats?

The price has increased so much that even if I sell Jianxinzhai I can’t afford the loss!
"In this case, I would like to offer my humble contribution to you."

Xiang Yuan stepped into the small cave and said righteously, "Maybe I will never come back. No matter what the result is, the previous unpleasantness with Senior Zi Ping will be written off."

Without waiting for the other party to reply, he strode away, leaving behind a resolute back.

Taoist Zi Ping stood there with his mouth open. After a long while, he shook his head and said, "Although this boy is a bit shameless, he is not completely without merit. I misunderstood him before."

Qin Zhaorong rolled her eyes when she heard this. It was the first time she realized that her senior sister was so easy to deceive. Then she thought of the silly Lingyu Jushi and Su Ya, each one was worse than the other. She said that Jian Xinzhai had a bleak future.

In case Senior Sister, who is already in her forties, suddenly falls in love and ends up returning to the mountain gate in a daze with a big belly, Qin Zhaorong reminded her: "Senior Sister, don't be fooled by his sweet words. This guy is very cunning. If he dares to go in, he must have something to rely on..."

Qin Zhaorong was just about to trick Taoist Ziping into making a bet to make matters worse for her already heavily indebted senior sister, when she suddenly discovered that the portal to the small cave had disappeared without a trace.

At a quick glance, there seemed to be a strange scene of blood covering the sky, engulfing and polluting the small cave.

At this moment, Qin Zhaorong's expression also changed: "Not good, this must be the evil magic of Taoist Jie Hai..."

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As you step into the small cave, you will see a lush green bamboo forest, stone paths and mottled shadows of trees.

Walking along the path, the view suddenly opens up.

In the distance is a towering mountain, and halfway up there is a magnificent building with carved beams and painted rafters, full of ancient charm.

The pavilion is surrounded by clouds and mist, and there is a spiritual medicine garden next to it, where various rare natural treasures are planted. It is full of spiritual energy and there are many thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

From the top of the mountain, a waterfall hung upside down like a blood river, rushing down into the lake, splashing countless blood flowers and forming a white-red mist.

The blood gathered into a blood-red lake that was thick and deep. The surface of the lake was calm without a ripple, except for the occasional bubbles that emerged from the bottom of the lake. When they burst, they left behind circles of blood-red ripples, looking extremely eerie.

At the top of the mountain, there is a wide platform surrounded by clouds and mist, as if isolated from the world.

Above the platform, a bright red sword was hanging upside down, with a faint red light emanating from the sword body, just like blood flowing. Around the platform was a pool of blood, and whenever blood dripped down the stone platform, a layer of strange ripples would appear on the surface of the pool. The blood pool flowed down and merged into the waterfall, forming a blood-colored lake at the foot of the mountain.

On the platform, a skinny old woman was sitting cross-legged.

Her skin was dry and wrinkled, full of traces of time, her eye sockets were sunken, her hair was messy, and a few strands of white hair hung on her face, making her look particularly old and gloomy.

The old woman's body was covered with lines like blood vessels. These lines were like winding blood-red snakes, extending from her body, down to the blood pool, up to the suspended blood sword, tightly connecting the three in the form of a bond, forming a bloody whole.

The Su Ran Sword Master!

Although time never defeats beauty, she is too old and her life is coming to an end. She is unable to glimpse into a higher realm, so she sits here, drawing blood from the bloody sword to replace her body, thus prolonging her life.

The blood sword is also an extraordinary object, its origin is unknown. There is a drop of god's blood in it, which can turn into an endless sea of ​​blood.

It was acquired by Jie Hai Lao Dao in his early years, and he traveled around with it. When he met Su Ran Jian Zun, he changed hands.

Above the blood pool, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist Jie Hai. He has mastered the Blood Sword for many years, but never knew that the sword could be used in this way. He was curious about where Su Ran Jian Zun knew about it.

"My humble servant Su Ran, I haven't seen you for many years. You are still as charming as ever. I almost didn't recognize you."

Taoist Jie Hai spoke cheerfully and patted Chang Xiuming on the shoulder.

No picture was taken.

Taoist Jie Hai didn't care, and his smile was still bright: "Brother Changxian, it seems that we are too late. Your beautiful master has become an old woman. She doesn't have much time left. I'm afraid she won't survive today."

Chang Xiuming ignored him, bowed, and then said: "Master, the Blood Sword is an evil object after all. Although it can prolong your life, it cannot keep you young forever. I, your humble disciple, have obtained a secret method and am willing to help you regain your youth."

After saying that, he tore off his clothes, revealing a demonic eye on his chest, with dark blue blood vessels extending and spreading out, beating like a heart.

The old Taoist Jie Hai was stunned. He looked at Chang Xiuming, who had a blood eye on his chest, then looked at Su Ran, whose veins were covered in blood, and then looked at himself, who was white and clean. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Among the three of them, who was the evil devil? Was the painting style of this old devil too refreshing?
She felt inexplicably confused and suddenly a little inferior. She felt the wind in the small cave was very noisy and subconsciously tightened her red robe.

Su Ran Sword Master ignored Chang Xiuming. The blood vessels beside her body were wriggling, and she propped up one of her arms. Her trembling sword fingers were bent and unable to straighten, but then she pointed in the air, and boundless sword energy split the sky and the earth.

The rolling sword energy whistled and cut through the sky.

The old Taoist Jie Hai only heard bursts of extremely sharp sounds of metal clashing, and then there were countless sharp sword lights colliding, filled with sword intent, connected with sword forces, the sword path was reincarnated, and there was endless life and death.

He was between heaven and earth, like a fish in the sea, like a bird in the sky, and everywhere he looked, he saw the materialized sharpness of swords.

The space solidified, making it difficult for him to move. Endless sword lights tore through him, instantly wiping out the blood light that protected his body. In the blink of an eye, he was ground into a bloody man.

The old Taoist Jie Hai screamed, and the secret method of Xue Hai Dao dissipated, and his body reassembled. He looked at the dying old woman below with lingering fear.

At this moment, Taoist Jie Hai remembered the fear he once felt when he was dominated by Sword Master Su Ran!

His face turned red, and he let out a low roar. He raised one arm behind his back to create an endless sea of ​​blood. The raging waves roared and surged, and countless clones of the Blood God were hiding in it. The surging demonic power was like a boiling sea of ​​blood, occupying the entire sky of the small cave.

“Old maid Su Ran, don’t play tricks. This is the small cave controlled by you. Since I dare to go deep into this place, I am not afraid of being controlled by you.” Behind the old Taoist Jie Hai, a huge face appeared in the sea of ​​blood, roaring in all directions, rolling up endless waves of sound.

Su Ran Jian Zun was too old to speak and kept her head down. She turned her sword finger and slowly moved it down.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a sword roaring like a dragon.

There was no sword light or sword power. A ray of white light extended infinitely from the fingertips of Su Ran Sword Master. Wherever the invisible streak passed, all things were split into two, extending all the way to the end of the small cave.

The sky was torn apart, the earth was split, leaving only a straight trace.

The sea of ​​blood that covered the sky was split into two as the sky curtain split. Countless blood gods collapsed, their vitality was cut off, their blood energy collapsed, and they dissipated along with the sea of ​​blood.

The old Taoist Jie Hai's eyes were blurred. In his sight, a crack appeared between the eyebrows of the Su Ran Sword Master, and the world behind him fell to the left and right.

Who am I, where am I, what happened, why did the old maid Su Ran die just like that?
It was not until a piercing pain hit his heart that the old Taoist Jie Hai reacted. He was hit by a sword and was broken.

“Ahhhh————”

This sword split the old devil's body and soul into two, 50-50, fair and just, without any bias.

The body of the Taoist Jie Hai collapsed, and several attempts to reassemble it ended in failure. After it was finally stitched together, a straight scar appeared on his face that was difficult to heal, just like the crack of the Fairy Kongying, which could never be repaired in this lifetime.

That is to say, Su Ran Sword Master is too old. Both his body and soul are aging, and he cannot control the 'Tao Sword' at will. Otherwise, with this one finger strike, Jie Hai Old Demon would surely die.

The fourth level of natural swordsmanship is Tao Sword.

Sword and Tao are one, heaven and earth are the sword, and when the mind moves, all things are accomplished.

When the sword art reaches this level, the swordsman becomes one with the heaven and earth, and the sword's intent resonates with the heaven and earth.

The swordsmanship in this realm is no longer limited to moves and forms. Every move contains the power of heaven and earth, which has surpassed the concept of ordinary laws of heaven and earth. The swordsman does not need to make a move, but only needs to move his mind to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, turning the invisible into the visible, and turning the inaction into the action.

As I said before, if Sword Master Su Ran was not too old and his soul was not in a daze, like a candle in the wind about to go out, Taoist Jie Hai would not be able to take even a finger from her.

This is no longer an ordinary Tongyou period. No, Taoist Jie Hai has reason to suspect that Su Ran Jian Zun is no longer in the Tongyou period.

Beside him, Chang Xiuming's body was also destroyed by the overwhelming sword light. His body was reorganized with the Demon Eye as the center. His limbs were twisted and blood mist was constantly leaking out. He begged bitterly, "Master, I know you can hear me. Don't insist. I will spread the news and bring the Jiehai old demon here. You can use him as a medicine, and then get close to me... and use the Demon Eye to regain your life."

The first half of the sentence is quite filial, the second half...

In short, the Taoist Jie Hai felt horrified after hearing this. He staggered back, kept a distance, and then looked at Chang Xiuming, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a look of horror on his face.

Aren't you trash?
Which of us is the devil?
The devil came to look for trouble, but found himself the prey. In a rage and humiliation, he took out a blood bead from his arms, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with a gulp.

boom! !

Blood shot up into the sky, dyeing half the sky red.

The figure of the old Taoist Jie Hai was distorted in the blood light, his blood-red robe connected the sky and the ground, as if he had merged with the world. His body gradually blurred and turned into a huge blood-red portal, spanning between the sky and the earth.

In that portal, there were hazy shadows of blood and surging blood energy, as if it was connected to another world.

A pair of bloody hands stretched out from the portal, with the lines on the palms clearly visible. Each finger was like a giant pillar supporting the sky, blocking out the sun. With endless pressure, they grabbed towards the top of the mountain where Su Ran Jian Zun was.

"The breath of the Blood Sea Realm..."

Su Ran Jian Zun spoke in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and old.

She slowly raised her heavy head, and a sharp sword light suddenly burst out from her cloudy eyes. The sword light was like a rainbow, rushing straight into the sky, and instantly defeated the blood-red hand that covered the sky and the sun.

The sword light continued to move forward, like a divine sword that created the world, flattening the bloody portals one after another and completely expelling the blood shadows behind from the Qianyuan Realm.

The blood-colored portal collapsed into pieces under the impact of the sword light, and turned into countless blood rains.

The blood shadow roared silently, as if cursing something, and said something like reincarnation must be achieved.

Su Ran Sword Master did not respond, but slowly closed her eyes. The sword light faded, but her figure seemed more hunched. The previous attack had consumed too much of her strength. She didn't have much time left and could not survive today.

"Master, don't insist anymore, give yourself a chance!"

Chang Xiuming raised his hand and clenched it, protecting a few blood gods, holding the medicine tightly in his palm. Seeing that Su Ran Jian Zun did not respond, he stepped forward and said, "Master, I am sorry for offending you. I hope you will forgive me. I did this for your sake, without any selfish motives."

As he spoke, dark energy surged in his eyes, his brows were ferocious, and his aura was faintly strange and ethereal.

Su Ran Jian Zun sighed and said, "You provoked this demon, and the cause and effect should be attributed to your master. It was your master who harmed you."

She slowly raised her hand and pointed, but failed as she had no more strength left.

At this moment, a sword light came rushing over, and the toes lightly stepped on the ground and landed on the platform.

Shang Qingmeng.

"Master."

Shang Qingmeng ignored Chang Xiuming and sat cross-legged in front of Su Ran Jian Zun. He said slowly, "My disciple has been plotted against by the Ji Le Dao Demon Girl. My soul is in trouble and I am no match for this demon. Master, please use my body to perform the Dao Sword magic."

Su Ran Jian Zun didn't say anything. The blood-colored veins extending from his body squirmed and climbed over Shang Qingmeng's body like a living thing, spreading along the skin under the white clothes and drilling into the flesh. His drowsy mind turned, controlling Shang Qingmeng's body as if it were his own arm.

Shang Qingmeng put his fingers together to form a sword and pointed it towards the sky. A powerful sword light rolled up the wind and clouds. As soon as he appeared, boundless sword energy penetrated from him, one became two, four became eight... In a flash, thousands of bright swords rolled down like a waterfall.

This is not the limit of Su Ran Sword Master, but the limit of Shang Qingmeng's body. If there is a little more strength, her body will not be able to bear it and will collapse completely.

In the sky, Chang Xiuming drew eight wheels of sword light to resist the boundless sword energy coming at him.

At first, his moves still had the shadow of natural swordsmanship, and as the sword light flowed, Jian Xinzhai's sword skills were displayed one by one. However, as the battle continued, the demonic energy surged around him, and the sword light first turned into deep darkness, and then stopped acting completely.

The devil eye on his chest turned evilly and agilely, and demonic energy surged out, devouring Chang Xiuming's soul, taking over this body as his own, and transforming into a three-meter-tall black demon.

The big demon has no face, his whole body is dark, his muscles are bulging, and there is a huge demon eye on his chest.

boom! boom! boom!
In the sky, sword lights and demonic energy intertwined. Every time they collided, a deafening roar erupted, shaking the heaven and earth, as if even the space was about to be torn apart.

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To the far: |)
"So cool! That guy is the old devil Jie Hai. The timer on his chest is so big."

Xiang Yuan frowned, not understanding what was going on: "Where is the Blood Sea Dao Demon Leader? He looks like someone from the Demon King Palace with all the demonic energy on him... And the old lady from Jian Xinzhai, are you sure she's from a famous and upright sect? You are the Blood Sea Dao leader, right?"

Have you paid the copyright fees for stacking vests like this?
By the way, where is that traitor?
Xiang Yuan didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop him from drawing the Rouge Sword according to the guide.

A sword cut through the air, and a strange red light cut through the sky. A huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and corrupt demonic energy rushed out like a flood, invading the entire small cave and changing the laws of this world.

Unraveling the mystery, following the clues, the clues extend all the way up and finally pollute the soul of the owner of the small cave.

Su Ran Jian Zun: "..."

There is also a demon!

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