Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 133 Unfettered Sword Intent! (Combined, 25 out of 10,000 chapters)

"..."

indeed.

If you are an ant, how can you talk about freedom?
"only……"

"Are ants and insects really doomed to die?"

For some reason, Shen Huai's words mingled with the screams and wails of hell, reaching his ears.

A faint spark ignited in Song Yan's heart.

The darkness of hell had seeped into his limbs and bones, his skin was cracked like clay, as if he would turn into a vengeful ghost and merge into the painting at any moment.

However, within the Zhendao Sword Mansion, the humming of the Dao Heart Sword became increasingly clear.

Do not……

No.

There's always a way out...

It's just a painting!

Perhaps everything before us is an illusion, merely a transformation of ink and wash painting.

Where is Xiaohe?
He could not feel or see Xiao He on his chest.

Yes, it's just a painting.

But even knowing all this, what should I do?

The pain of this filthy ink corroding the body is real.

The weariness that makes one's thoughts muddled and one's will sink is real.

The haunting, ghostly figures that bite you in the depths of hell are also real.

"There must be some way to resolve this..."

"There must be some kind of help we can get..."

"There must be someone who can help me..."

Suddenly!
Song Yan's thoughts came to a standstill.

Assistance? Helper?
Why is it that in such a desperate situation, the first thing I think of is relying on the help of others and the support of external forces?

But it's not me...

Looking back, it seems that Song Yan always had help in every life-or-death crisis he faced.

During the Silent Valley incident, Wan Songran joined forces to kill Wang Xi.

At Peach Blossom Village, we had the guidance of Senior Sister Qin, as well as the combined efforts of fellow disciples Li Qingfeng and Gu Qingqing.

In the world depicted in the painting, a couple named Rong and Wu are buying themselves time.

He has trusted many people and things.

But it seems there's one thing they've never believed in.

kendo.

At that moment, a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart.

Throughout his journey, he seemed to have always regarded the swordsmanship he cultivated as a powerful means of attack.

Instead of the true path we seek.

Maybe……

This is probably why he has been unable to comprehend the sword intent and create his own natal flying sword.

How could a true swordsman not believe in the flying sword in his hand?

Think of this.

He couldn't help but sigh softly.

"But is it too late to realize this now...?"

Suddenly, he heard a heartbeat in his ear.

dong... dong... dong...

Beneath the silent Zhendao Sword Mansion, the Sword Dao Seed began to ripple slightly.

It was like starting to breathe again.

The crack on the seed coat is slowly widening.

The crack grew larger and larger until, at a certain moment, a tender sprout emerged from it.

At the same time, a sharp flash of inspiration emerged from it!
The idea was still young and inexperienced, like a newborn baby, but it quickly flourished!
Song Yan felt the profound changes beneath the Zhendao Sword Mansion and was deeply moved.

"This is……"

"Sword Intent?!"

In reality, it's not easy for a sword cultivator to create their own natal flying sword, but it's not difficult either.

In ancient times, there were countless strange reasons why sword cultivators were unable to condense their natal flying swords.

The Daoist heart originates from desire, and the sword intent originates from will.

Some sword cultivators have grand ambitions: immortality, invincibility...

Some sword cultivators have very simple wishes: to brew wine with pine pollen and tea with spring water...

Some people are obsessed with swordsmanship, but their hearts are confused about the Dao.

Some people have a clear understanding of the Tao, but their will is unclear.

It was just a matter of a single thought.

Often, it is only in the face of life and death that one can truly understand.

As the aura of sword intent grew stronger, it gradually condensed into the shape of another small sword on the tender bud.

The manifestation of the Dao Heart began to slowly drift towards that tender bud.

Ultimately, it merged with that sword intent and inspiration.

For an instant.

The scene inside the Zhendao Sword Mansion is constantly changing.

Mountains, rivers, plants, trees, birds, beasts, insects, and fish.

Sun, moon, stars, and the four seas and eight wastelands.

Amidst the darkness, Song Yan opened his eyes.

His pupils still reflected the terrifying scroll of hell, but there was no longer any fear in his eyes.

Suddenly, his sword energy surged, and the dark color receded like a tide, revealing his jade-like skin.

The countless ghostly figures vanished in an instant, and the eighteen hells shattered with a deafening roar.

A half-illusory, half-real flying sword leaped out from the Zhendao Sword Mansion.

It lay across his body.

……

Outside of the Avici Hell.

As he mingled among the demonic cultivators in his prime, he stared at the spot where Song Yan had disappeared, his brows furrowed.

"Old devil, this is a masterpiece of calligraphy by a Nascent Soul cultivator. Are you sure Ayan is still alive?"

A demonic voice rose in his mind: "Ha, what kind of Nascent Soul calligraphy..."

"If a mortal paints a picture, what happens when he becomes an immortal or a supreme being? Does that mean it becomes the work of an immortal?"

Sheng Nian was taken aback.

The old demon paused, then continued, "However, this person entered the Dao through painting. Although these works were created when he was young, they do indeed show some skill."

"As for your fellow villager..."

"It seems he has inherited the sword cultivation tradition..."

Sheng Nian was taken aback: "A sword cultivator?"

"good."

“From Beiya Mountain to Changping, it is clear that this person has no concept of what is called good or evil.”

"There is a set of standards for judging right and wrong."

"Such a person is not only suitable to become a demonic cultivator, but also very suitable to follow the path of a sword cultivator."

"Um……"

The old demon paused for a moment: "He is indeed not dead yet."

"However, whether he can safely survive this ordeal depends on his own fate."

Song Yan's death caused no stir.

The six elders, along with the Yellow Springs Path and the Corpse Bone Abyss, are still constantly trying to refine it.

The jade ring on Shen Yu's fingertip kept flashing with spiritual light, helping him to carve a path through the Avici Hell as quickly as possible.

"what?"

The demonic ape Hu Rifei suddenly looked in the direction where Song Yan had disappeared. In fact, all the demonic cultivators of the Corpse Bone Abyss had seen it.

A small snake slowly emerged from there.

The little green snake had its eyes closed; it was unclear whether it was unconscious or asleep.

It was enveloped in a special aura, but everyone present could feel its unique demonic aura.

Li Qingfeng murmured, "Xiao He..."

The demon ape said with great interest, "Dongzi, go and bring it to me."

"Yes."

Among the demons, a smaller ape demon emerged.

He followed the path created by Hu Rifei's demonic power and stepped into this infernal hell, heading towards the little green snake.

"what happened……"

At this moment, Dai Rui suddenly muttered to himself inexplicably.

Fu Xiao glanced sideways: "What?"

Perhaps it was because of Xiao He's appearance that people from all sides began to notice something was amiss.

"The remains of that Song Yan..."

Why haven't they appeared yet?

All the cultivators dragged into the reflection of hell would turn into a pile of bones in just a few breaths.

Then it was absorbed by the mountain of bones and became part of it.

But the remains of that person have yet to appear. "..."

It wasn't until someone pointed it out that Shen Yu noticed this.

His brows furrowed slightly.

When everyone learned that the source of the strange phenomena in Shiguping was Mo Bao, a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm, they all subconsciously concluded one thing.

Those Qi Refining stage cultivators trapped inside, unable to leave, are doomed to die.

Indeed, judging from the current situation, that is the case.

Every cultivator dragged into the reflection of hell will turn into a pool of white bones within a very short time.

Apart from that monk named Song Yan.

What about his withered bones?
They've probably been completely wiped out.

Above the boundary, all was silent, with cultivators from all sides pondering their own thoughts.

But at this moment.

A sharp and determined aura suddenly emanated throughout the entire Avici Hell.

"What's this?!"

The cultivators exclaimed in surprise, all looking towards the realm in astonishment.

"Sword energy?! Impossible, how could there be such sharp sword energy?"

As Xu Ziqing was refining the path, his mind was filled with thoughts of how he could kill the entire Xuan Yuan Sect here.

His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of this sharp edge.

"Is this... sword intent?"

I can't be sure, but it certainly feels familiar to him.

It was because he had experienced the sword strike of Daoist Li Jun up close by the river when he was young that he was willing to join the Dongyuan Sect.

Right now, it feels so similar.

But whose sword intent is this?
Xiao He seemed to sense this presence as well. She slowly opened her eyes, but did not see the person she wanted to see.

Instead, a monkey demon was standing not far away.

The demonic ape named Dongzi also sensed this sharpness. Driven by instinct, he wanted to catch the little snake as soon as possible and bring it back to the demon lord's side.

He reached out and grabbed Xiao He.

Snake Baby instinctively wanted to back away and run away, but it was difficult to move in the reflection of hell.

"Come here!"

The demonic aura surged, and the giant hand of the demonic ape Dongzi was already within reach.

hum-

Just then! A streak of light, both dark and white, flew swiftly from nowhere!
The light was moving so fast that its shape was completely obscured!

A jet-white light swept past the demonic ape.

The demonic ape Dongzi felt a chill, followed by an excruciating, bone-crushing pain that shot through his arm.

"what!!!"

The tough hides and bones that the monsters were so proud of were as fragile as tofu in the face of this radiance.

The demonic ape's arm snapped cleanly and fell into the darkness.

Warm demon blood gushed from the demon ape's right arm.

He fell to the ground, instinctively clutching his arm, struggling, convulsing, and spasming.

The cultivators outside the boundary were all startled by this radiance.

Look intently.

The light suddenly shifted and slowly stopped in front of the little green snake.

It was actually a long, slender flying sword!

At the same time, within the darkness, a figure seemed to be faintly emerging!
now.

In the Avici Hell, the darkness surged, as if something was stirring up this ghostly realm.

Even Jin Tianya, who had remained expressionless throughout, seemed to have sensed something at this moment, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Xiao He was in front of him, and Fei Jian was beside him.

The ink suddenly surged up without warning, and then slowly faded away.

A figure appeared in everyone's sight.

He wore a pristine white robe and carried an ancient-looking long box on his back.

The flying sword suddenly spun around and disappeared into the sword box behind him.

He raised his eyes slightly.

It was a Song banquet.

"It's him! He's not dead?!"

"How can this be?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell from the sidelines.

Xu Ziqing and Li Qingfeng stood there, stunned.

Shen Yu frowned, staring intently at him, her eyes flashing with disbelief.

Cong Yuzhen watched the "resurrected" boy with great interest.

All the cultivators of the Six Sects, the demons of the Corpse Abyss, and all the demonic cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path were asking the same question in their hearts.

Why was he able to survive?

"How did he do that?"

The sorrow and the blessing of the blessings, the blessings of the blessings.

Who can know its ultimate limit?

Without this life-or-death experience, when would I have ever come to this realization?
Song Yan found it difficult to answer, but right now, he had more important things to do.

His gaze fell on something not far away.

Shen Huai was equally terrified. Being in this hellish place, she naturally knew how terrifying it was.

Ji Chuanqiao was reduced to bones in less than a breath.

Damn it! ! !

How on earth did Song Yan survive?!
Just then, she met Song Yan's cold eyes.

He slightly raised his hand, and a ray of spiritual light slowly condensed at his fingertips.

Its sharpness is undeniable, and it cannot be looked at directly.

Such a straightforward and undisguised action prompted Shen Huai to quickly activate his spiritual power and summon several defensive magical artifacts and talismans.

Protecting the whole body.

Shen Yu frowned and shouted, "Song Yan! What are you doing?!"

"Since you are not dead, quickly come out of there!"

What am I doing?
Song Yan's lips parted slightly, answering his question concisely.

"kill."

hum-

Whether it's the Qi Refining Realm or the Foundation Establishment Realm.

To all the cultivators present, that peculiar fingertip sword energy vanished the instant it left their hands.

Almost at the same moment, it appeared in front of Shen Huai.

Protective talismans, protective magical artifacts, and defensive spells.

She has done everything she could...

but.

This is how the same thing?

Why did all these things seem to disappear before that sword light?!

In that instant, time seemed to pass so slowly.

She watched in utter terror as all her methods crumbled in an instant.

fortunately.

This fear did not actually last long.

To outsiders, it appeared as if her body had been pierced by the sword energy in an instant.

Shen Huai stared blankly at the bloody hole in front of him, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Song Yan walked slowly toward her.

His body surged with sword energy, and the hideous ghosts and the black hand in the reflection of hell seemed to disappear around him.

A dark green spiritual light slowly surged from Shen Huai's chest, attempting to repair this fatal wound.

She saw a figure appear in front of her.

He stiffly and laboriously raised his head, and met Song Yan's gaze.

He joined his fingers together to form a sword, and a simple sword aura condensed at his fingertips.

Then he grabbed Shen Huai's long hair and lifted her up.

Shen Yu's deep, threatening voice came from outside: "Song Yan! I advise you not to make a mistake!"

"you……"

laugh.

The sword energy flashed inexplicably, and the corpse was separated in an instant.

Shen Huai's desperate gaze froze on his cold, lifeless face.

Blood spurts.

With a casual wave of his hand, Song Yan took away her Qiankun bag and the pendant on her chest.

Then they turned her head around.

It was gently placed back onto the neat, smooth, and bleeding neck.

He lowered his gaze...

Like a bodhisattva who cannot bear to see the suffering of the world.

I'm not going to live anymore. Volume 1 is about to end. The explosion is about to begin!

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