Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 243 The Supreme Grandmaster (The Finale)

"I'm coming."

In the eyes of Yue Lingfeng and his companions, the forces of Blood Lotus, Yellow Spring, and Heavenly Corpse, who were lying in ambush in Changcao Valley, were beginning to stir up some unrest.

A murderous aura filled the air, and the situation was on the verge of erupting.

Right Judge Lu Ming gave a wink, and the three of them exchanged glances, hiding even deeper into the shadows.

They couldn't help but feel a little regretful. They shouldn't have followed the trail of the Ghost Mother Yan Ruyu into this dangerous place without even finding out the details.

Nowadays, any sound they make could be detected by those three hall masters. If they send out more than ten people, the three of them would be in grave danger today.

At this point, there's no room for sentimentality among fellow disciples.

In particular, Huo Qinghua, the former eldest daughter of the Wheel of Reincarnation Palace, is a figure whom the Demonic Sect would search the world for and be willing to obtain.

If they were to fall into the hands of the three halls of the Demonic Sect, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Amidst the tall grass, a winding dirt road stretched into the distance, where suddenly three riders appeared.

The horse's hooves lightly trod the ground, kicking up wisps of dust.

The leader, dressed in a green robe and jade crown, resembled a handsome young gentleman from the mortal world.

He rode atop a large, blood-red horse, his posture languid and his demeanor relaxed.

Behind them were two women, one riding a blue horse and the other a white horse. Both were beautiful and incomparably charming.

The two women wore gentle smiles on their faces.

Clearly, they were in a great mood and not worried at all about encountering any trouble on the way.

"Junior Sister Xiaolan."

Yue Lingfeng's eyes widened.

When he first saw Lu Wubing on the horse ahead, he could hardly believe his eyes.

He thought to himself, how could he possibly abandon his army and so carelessly march straight into the territory of Northern Zhou?

When they saw Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

He lay motionless on the grass, wanting to stand up and offer a word of advice, but his mind went blank, his body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't utter a sound.

……

"I had expected these little devils to be unwilling to accept their fate, and that some of them would be too overconfident to stand up and die. But I never expected them to gather here together."

Senior Sister Xiaolan, Senior Sister Xinzhu, the road ahead is dangerous. If you are afraid, you still have time to turn back.

Lu Wubing chuckled as he spoke.

With his spiritual perception.

At this moment, he had already sensed the murderous intent emanating from dozens of feet in front of him.

Even deep within the soul, hundreds of powerful life forces are reflected.

All the vitality of heaven and earth returns to oneself.

Life is like a flame, each spark a beacon of light.

This is a new ability he has recently developed.

Wherever there is life, his sense of vitality is even better than his eyes.

"With my junior brother by my side, who could possibly harm us? These mere remnants of the demonic sect are nothing more than a chance for my junior brother to stretch his body; they pose no real danger."

Ouyang Lan smiled, her eyes crinkling.

As she traveled along, she realized that her junior brother Lu Wubing's strength was still rising endlessly.

When clashing with King Jinyang's army of 100,000, one could also discern the level of his cultivation.

Once they reached Dafan Mountain, the junior brother completely concealed his aura.

At first glance, one can only perceive his gentle and refined demeanor, with a warm and gentle aura; no fluctuations of true energy or blood essence can be sensed...

But when they arrived at Zhenwu Mountain...

The junior brother seemed to have become one with the entire mountain.

Standing on the mountain, one feels detached from the world, blending into the mountain breeze and the bright moon in the sky.

That is why, even with the strength and cultivation of the Turtle and Snake Elders, they showed no intention of resisting after only a slight test. Without the slightest hesitation, they led their entire sect to submit and obey their commands.

Their vision is even more impressive.

I saw it very clearly a long time ago.

Given Lu Wubing's current state, he has long since transcended the mundane and entered an inconceivable realm.

Whether in terms of mental will or physical energy, it has clearly reached a critical point and reached the threshold of advancing to the highest level.

It is rumored that Ye Wushuang, the master of the Demonic Sect's Wheel of Reincarnation Palace, is at this level.

If someone in this era were to break through the limits and attain the position of Grandmaster, Ye Wushuang would be the most likely candidate.

However, in the eyes of Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu.

That Demonic Sect Master is far inferior to my junior brother.

If not, why would Ye Wushuang only dare to secretly spy from the sidelines, instead of facing him head-on and taking a gamble?
The reasoning is obvious.

Even Ye Wushuang is avoiding them, so what great threat are these evil sects?

"Haha, Senior Sister Xiaolan, you have more confidence in me than I do in myself."

"Perfect timing. Along the way, I'll use the demonic sect members to consecrate my sword and gather boundless primordial spirit to help me break through the mysteries of heaven and earth."

Lu Wubing let out a long laugh.

The sound waves exploded like thunder, rumbling forward.

The tall grass lay prostrate, and the air currents surged like the sea.

Hundreds of members from the three halls of the Demonic Sect were revealed dozens of feet away.

"What a loud tone."

A cloud of blood mist rose and spread through the valley, filling the air with the stench of blood, and suddenly the vision blurred.

at the same time.

All that could be heard was a shrill sound like a sudden downpour.

Those were countless hidden weapons, carrying immense force, attacking from all directions.

Dozens of blood-red figures also appeared in the blood mist, rushing forward with sharp, eerie laughs.

In an instant, it was as if I had been plunged into a sea of ​​blood and carnage.

"That's a good setup."

Lu Wubing remained motionless on his horse, only slightly increasing the pressure on his hind legs. The red horse, infused with powerful true energy and appearing vigorous, lightly raised its front hooves, let out a long neigh, and darted away like a streak of light.

One could vaguely see the green-robed knight on horseback, his left sleeve flicking slightly.

call……

As the wind rose, hundreds of slender, illusory blue blades appeared before my eyes.

Wherever it swept through.

Dozens of people screamed in unison, and those who had been flying through the air fell like stones.

It was pouring blood.

The thick blood mist was swept away by the fierce wind and sharp blades, revealing a faceless figure in the air with tattered clothes and disheveled hair.

At this moment, the tall, faceless figure in red could no longer maintain his composure on his otherwise impassive, blank face.

His muscles were contorting wildly, and his body was trembling slightly.

His body froze in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat.

"Still not taking action?"

The face, devoid of features, emitted a tremendous roar, filled with intense terror.

"Make a move? How?"

Lu Wubing suddenly laughed.

The voice just fell.

Everyone heard a whistling sound.

However, they did not notice any unusual activity from Lu Wubing.

Just as they hesitated, the faceless figure in red, hovering in mid-air, suddenly froze. For some unknown reason, its head rolled off its shoulder and fell into the grass.

The tall, thin, headless figure trembled slightly before falling limply to the ground.

Before anyone knew it, his neck had been severed by a sword.

Even if he were beheaded with a single sword strike, he would remain oblivious, still on high alert, a scene both laughable and terrifying.

Yue Lingfeng, who was hiding far away in the bushes, watched with his eyes bulging out.

My heart was filled with a raging storm.

"Is this the Nine Forms of Wind and Cloud? It doesn't seem like it. It's more like the Mind's Will among the Eight Swords of Subduing Dragon, the Supreme Fast Sword of Flowing Light Chasing the Sun. You can't even see the moves."

Skillful to the extreme, swift to the extreme. Move, intention, and momentum—the three are seamlessly integrated, seemingly without distinction.

Yue Lingfeng was originally proud of his own understanding of the "Nine Swords of the Ape King," believing that he was now no less skilled than Lu Wubing in terms of swordsmanship alone, and that he could fight against the world's best at less than thirty years old.

However, seeing Lu Wubing make a move, he realized that his usual confidence was like a child wildly waving a wooden sword, unaware of his own limitations.

I can't even see the opponent's sword, and I can't understand their swordsmanship.

In this situation, if the two were to actually face off, he might not even be able to throw a single sword strike.

They lost their heads and didn't even know how they died.

'No wonder even a peerless figure like Ye Wushuang dared not directly confront him.'

Huo Qinghua felt both excited and fearful.

He thought to himself that if he had found this person back then, he probably would have uprooted the Demonic Sect long ago, and all his painstaking efforts and schemes would have been unnecessary.

Unfortunately, such a person is not someone I can fool.

I just hope he doesn't lose his temper and kill...

Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed slightly, and she simply slumped to the ground, letting out a long sigh.

Let it be.

Looking up at the directions of Ghost Mother Yan Ruyu and Heavenly Corpse Hall Master Gong Yu, a hint of pity and pleasure appeared on his face.

Sure enough, just as the figure in palace attire and black robe soared into the sky, a figure in green robe appeared in front of him at the same time.

The sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning, stinging the eyes. The two figures rushed dozens of feet away, then collapsed into the grass, falling silent.

Only two heads remained, their eyes filled with terror, spinning around before falling silently into the grass.

"Run! That's not a human..."

Upon witnessing this scene, hundreds of demonic sect experts felt a sudden snap in their minds, and countless shrill screams rang out as they fled in all directions.

The three hall masters, who were at the Innate Realm and whose combat power was comparable to that of a major sect leader, were slaughtered as easily as chickens.

He died silently without ever making a move.

How can anyone have the courage to face the enemy after this?
"Isn't it too late to run away now?"

Lu Wubing sneered.

Feeling the three cold, ethereal spirits merge into his sea of ​​consciousness, condensing and compressing them into a wisp of mysterious light, which he then kneaded into a ball, he felt greatly satisfied and swept his sword across the area.

The blue-purple sword energy, trailing long purple lightning bolts, chased after the enemy in all directions.

The sword light surged down like a tidal wave.

The aftershocks and shockwaves.

Amidst the loud crackling sounds.

Hundreds of demonic sect experts were all shaken.

Immediately unable to move.

The tendons and veins were severed, and the five internal organs were torn apart.

Struck by the extremely heavy and powerful Primordial Chaos Qi, he immediately vomited out small fragments of his internal organs and collapsed backward.

Hundreds of beams of light, like fireflies filling the sky, converged towards the center.

As Lu Wubing breathed, a hint of bloodlust appeared in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed this blissful emotion.

Knowing that he had now mastered the third of the Six Divine Meridians, and that his spirit had gained even greater resilience, he could temporarily suppress the intent of the extraterrestrial demons. Furthermore, he could use this primordial spirit to constantly hone his sword intent, allowing his spirit to rise infinitely.

There was a door in front of me; it looked easy to open, but I didn't know how to get started.

But he knew that as long as he pushed open this door, he would see a completely different world.

What is needed at this time is the accumulation of spirit and the transformation of the soul.

With qi and blood as the furnace, spirit as the fire, and primordial spirit as the fuel, it burns fiercely.

As long as the furnace is sturdy enough, the fire is strong enough, and there is enough firewood, this door can be opened and the soul can be refined to immortality.

"A mere clown dares to block our path?"

Lu Wubing flashed back onto the big red horse, reached out and gently stroked the horse's long mane, then turned and smiled.

"Junior Brother, what kind of move was that? I couldn't see it at all!"

Ouyang Lan was stunned for a long time before sighing and saying.

"What moves were there? It was just a casual swing of the sword. They were just too weak; they died before I could even demonstrate my moves."

"This……"

Shen Xinzhu had just brought the zither to her side, but before she could even play a single note, she realized that her action was unnecessary.

She smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "Let me play a piece called 'The Demon-Slaying Song' to entertain my junior brother, the sect leader. It just feels like something's missing if I don't play something."

Originally, we intended to fight the enemy side by side.

"It's quite fitting."

Lu Wubing nodded and smiled.

The three smiled, spurred their horses and rode slowly away, accompanied by the melodious strains of the zither.

They passed by the hiding place of Yue Lingfeng and his group, but did not stop.

Ouyang Lan simply turned her head slightly, her brows furrowed in a mixture of sorrow and joy, and glanced at the direction in which the grass had collapsed.

There were three figures, half of their bodies hidden by broken grass, but their lowered faces could not be concealed.

When Yue Lingfeng looked up again, her eyes were streaked with tears.

Turning his head, he stared blankly at the three people and three riders who were now just shadowy figures, feeling an emptiness in his heart, as if he had lost something.

He knew he could never go back.

What can never be returned to is that ambition, that carefree freedom to roam the world.

That figure is so overwhelming, so deeply ingrained in my mind, that I will likely live in his shadow for the rest of my life.

……

The eighth day of the tenth month in the ninth year of the Wude era.

Lu Wubing rode alone to the pass.

He stormed into the Northern Zhou capital from Chaotianmen, sweeping across the city with a single sword stroke, killing over 5,300 elite soldiers. Blood flowed like a river as he stormed the Kaiyuan Hall.

Noon.

Lu Wubing beheaded all the civil and military officials of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and personally cut off the head of Emperor Yuwen Zhao of Zhou, hanging it on the flagpole in front of the Kaiyuan Hall.

For a day and a night, no one dared to take it down.

Three days later.

Lu Wubing decided not to wait any longer and left the city with his sword.

They defeated 50,000 Black Dragon Riders and beheaded their commander, Shi Fangqing.

They then moved to the four city gates, killed four generals, and forced the enemy to retreat fifty miles.

They turned back to Black Dragon City and slaughtered all the Yuwen family's bloodline.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty fell.

On the 12th, a battle took place at the East Gate, against Ye Wushuang, the leader of the Demonic Sect, who rushed to the scene.

With his unparalleled speed and swiftness, he pursued the enemy for a hundred miles and beheaded Wushuang on Dragon Head Ridge.

On the same day, a mysterious light descended from the sky, and Lu Wubing's sword resounded for a hundred miles. With a single slash, Black Dragon City was split in two.

When the news spread, the whole world was terrified, and the name of the divine sword became widely known.

Two hundred and thirty years later, an unparalleled grandmaster has reappeared in the world.

This man's ferocity and strength are said to even surpass those of Ancestor Han Hai and the One-Armed Ancestor Da Fan.

His physical body and spirit were flawless, rivaling even the original Primordial Ancestor.

At this point, everyone knew that with the world unified, there would be no more difficulties in wielding this peerless divine sword; it would only take a few months or half a year.

The so-called major affairs of the world are both difficult and easy.

When a person becomes so powerful that they are invincible in the world.

His words resounded throughout the world, and his will pierced the heavens.

Faced with Lu Wubing like this.

Ouyang Lan and Shen Xinzhu were somewhat unhappy, even somewhat apprehensive.

Not only them, but it is said that Princess Ji Wenxiu of Dali Weijing City also rode a small horse, traveling eight hundred li in a day, hurrying north.

One can imagine their anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Lu Wubing secluded himself for half a month. After emerging from seclusion, he met Ouyang Lan and the other person.

Seeing their worry, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After laughing, her voice softened as she looked at Shen Xinzhu and then at Ouyang Lan, gently pulling them into her arms.

"Our ancestors were single-mindedly seeking immortality, their desires were endless, and they wanted to see the scenery of another world. But things are different here, so don't be afraid."

Now that you have obtained the "Ten" seal and the "Traces" seal, your power is boundless, your soul has undergone a transformation, and you can live for a very, very long time. You should also cultivate in the future.

"Oh, right, there are still a few inscriptions we haven't found yet, but no rush. We'll get some information eventually. I reckon we should find them by now, after we've wiped out the Eastern and Western Yi tribes."

"Besides, we've finally built this peaceful world, so we should enjoy it for three to five hundred years. Why rush off alone to fight in an environment that may or may not be dangerous? It's unnecessary, really unnecessary."

"Junior brother, you're not leaving?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Lan was overjoyed.

Pulling Shen Xinzhu along, they jumped and skipped around, laughing like idiots.

"Yes, we're not leaving. Even if we have to go, we'll go together. Ideally, we'd all live to be over a thousand or eight hundred years old. When we get tired of this world, we'll ascend to heaven together."

According to ancient legends, if the Yellow Emperor could do it, then I, Lu Wubing, can certainly do it too.

"To have three thousand women and ascend to heaven in broad daylight, huh? So that's what you were planning, junior brother."

Ouyang Lan, beaming with joy, threw herself into Lu Wubing's arms and giggled, "Whatever you say, whatever you say, but I want to be the first wife."

"what about me?"

A disgruntled voice came from afar: "Who is the first wife? Let's beat her up first."

A man and his horse galloped over, covered in sweat and grime, but his eyes were filled with tenderness. He couldn't take his eyes off Lu Wubing.

It was Ji Wenxiu.

They just traveled a long way from Weijing City to get here.

This was out of fear that he wouldn't be able to see Lu Wubing one last time before his ascension.

Clearly, she had also heard what Lu Wubing had just said.

My heart was bursting with joy.

So you're not ascending to immortality? That's good.

However, the position of the first wife is not to be relinquished, and a battle must be fought for it.

As she spoke, she drew the short sword from behind her.

Lu Wubing's expression stiffened slightly, and he quickly said, "You're all first wives, you're all first wives, okay?"

……

(Complete the book!)
After thinking about it, I realized this is a martial arts story, so I shouldn't open the upper realm map anymore.

Lu Wubing swept across the world and lived a fulfilling life; what more could he ask for?

Once the map is finished, the book is finished, everyone is happy, it's just perfect.

Acknowledgments: Thank you to all the readers who have been following my book. May you all, like Lu Wubing, have a fulfilling life.

New book plan: As I get older, my energy is not what it used to be. I'll take a two or three-month break to recharge before reading it again.

(End of this chapter)