Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Above the blue sky.

A well-designed Azure Guard flying boat sped through the air, steadily heading towards the desolate border.

The flight deck is spacious.

Ten members of the Azure Guard stood on either side of the deck, their expressions relaxed.

Yan Yan leaned against the railing and spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Have you heard?

"Some time ago, the two super clans, the Horned Chi Clan and the Sea King Clan, clashed head-on with the Fengyuan branch of the Helian Merchant Alliance."

Liu Feng, who was standing to the side, immediately turned his head and became interested.

I've heard a little about this.

Although three years have passed since the appearance of the Xuan Tian Treasure, the discussion among people has not subsided.

At the front of the line.

Linghu Qing stood in front of the boat with one hand on his chest, his eyes fixed on the treetops in the distance.

Ling Meier's eyes flickered, and she quietly moved closer to Linghu Qing.

"Captain, it's windy outside. Would you like to come inside and rest for a while?"

Her tone was soft and her posture was obedient.

this time.

She must make sure to get along well with the captain.

Complete the task assigned by our ancestor.

Even setting aside the task.

Linghu Qing is the kind of man she truly wants to find.

A young prodigy.

She usually looks down on all those useless second-generation heirs from other families.

"No need."

However, Linghu Qing directly and decisively rejected her attempts to befriend him.

A layer of spiritual energy separated the two.

Ling Meier was blocked outside, and the gentle charm in her eyes froze instantly, a sense of frustration flashing through her heart.

It's always like this.

Every time I tried to make a move, I was rejected.

She was secretly angry, but dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction, and could only obediently step back.

Pretend to be law-abiding and obedient.

As Linghu Qing listened to his teammates' discussions, his thoughts quietly stirred within him.

three years ago.

The brief half-day that the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword first appeared in the world seemed calm on the surface, but in reality, it was extremely dangerous.

At that time, in the other half of the Fengyuan Continent, there happened to be a veteran Mahayana cultivator whose lifespan was about to end.

Before his death, the cultivator burned all his divine soul and lifespan, using his strongest prophetic technique to predict an immense opportunity for his clan.

Just at this moment.

The Chaos Myriad Spirits Ranking trembled.

The Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword appeared out of nowhere.

The Mahayana being was instantly overjoyed, thinking it was a sign of divine mercy, bestowing unparalleled blessings upon his race as he was about to die.

He immediately poured out all his remaining essence and frantically performed divination to pinpoint the location of the treasure.

Ultimately, the distance was too great, and my own skill level was insufficient.

Despite exhausting all his efforts, he could only deduce that the Xuan Tian Treasure was located on the Feng Yuan Continent.

There are no other specific locations.

But this one area alone drove the tribe completely mad.

The clan's leaders believed that the opportunity for the clan to rise to prominence and achieve great success had arrived.

But a few months later.

Information leak.

The eyes of countless super powers instantly locked onto the Fengyuan Continent.

The middle-class race that prophesied the message, with hundreds of millions of members, was completely slaughtered.

Blood flowed for miles, and the clan was wiped out.

fortunately.

Linghu Qing concealed himself quickly enough, otherwise his general direction might have been pinpointed.

After learning the art of divination, he realized its limitations.

Han Li and the Xuan Tian Sword were right under the noses of the human race.

As a result, even after exhausting their lifespan, the combined demon race could only deduce the location of the northwest corner of the Fengyuan Continent.

That's how divination works.

Take the Xuan Tian Treasure as an example.

Even from thousands of miles away, they can be tracked down.

It's right in front of you, yet you can't calculate it; you can only calculate that it's very close.

How close is "very close"?

Within ten thousand miles.

now.

With the Five Thunder Forbidden Divination Body within him, he no longer needs to worry about being divined.

As for the human race.

The Fengyuan Continent is so vast that it's impossible to kill all those super clans; just searching for them would take a very long time.

Moreover, they are not on good terms internally.

Local forces have united to form a coalition of over a hundred Mahayana cultivators, who are currently fighting against cultivators from the other two continents.

The Helian Business Alliance has established itself as a unique entity based on its strength.

None of the major powers turned their attention to this remote corner of the human race.

Linghu Qing felt that this place was safe for the time being.

He glanced discreetly at the empty space behind the flying boat out of the corner of his eye.

Two extremely inconspicuous figures concealed themselves in the void, secretly following them.

The opponent's concealment technique was extremely sophisticated, and his aura was so faint as to be almost nonexistent.

But he could clearly sense the murderous intent emanating from the two men.

They came for him.

Not long after he left the city, he suddenly felt a strong killing intent, and then two more people appeared behind him.

Linghu Qing remained calm and showed no sign of anything unusual.

The airship sped along and soon arrived at the patrol area.

below.

The parched earth was covered with black stones, and waves of heat rolled in.

A continuous, undulating volcanic canyon stretches out before us.

"Everyone lands, divides the trench to explore the territory, and records the changes in the terrain and spiritual energy."

Linghu Qing spoke in a calm voice, giving his instructions in a deep tone.

"Yes, Captain!"

The ten team members accepted the order in unison, leaped off the airship, and scattered to conduct their own reconnaissance and patrol.

Before leaving, Ling Meier didn't forget to secretly glance back at Linghu Qing, a trace of resentment still hidden in her eyes.

After everyone had left.

Linghu Qing raised his hand and waved it, and a wisp of spiritual light instantly shrank the flying boat and disappeared.

Alone, I stepped into the depths of the desolate and scorching volcanic canyon.

Inside the canyon.

The rock walls were scorching red, and the magma beneath the earth was churning endlessly, with not a trace of life in sight.

Linghu Qing was flying in the middle of the canyon.

Boom!

The crimson rock walls on both sides suddenly trembled and cracked, and countless scorching fragments of rock tumbled down.

Cascading magma erupted wildly from the cracks, and crimson waves of fire shot into the sky, carrying intense heat that rushed towards Linghu Qing.

The change occurred suddenly, without any warning.

Linghu Qing's eyes remained unchanged as he nimbly dodged the lava to the side.

The scalding lava crashed to the ground, instantly exploding into a vast sea of ​​fire, with thick white smoke billowing upwards.

The view was completely blocked, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Linghu Qing stood at the edge of the smoke, his body steady in mid-air, his gaze deep and fixed on the depths of the smoke.

After a while.

The smoke dissipated.

The canyon was empty and devoid of anything.

The strange occurrence just now seemed to be nothing more than a false alarm.

Linghu Qing stood quietly in place, then lifted his foot again and flew forward through the air.

But just as his figure swept past the solidified magma layer below.

hum!

A colossal pillar of magma, piercing the heavens and earth, shot skyward and precisely locked onto Linghu Qing's figure, crashing into him with a deafening roar.

Lava flowed through the air, and waves of fire surged to the heavens.

But Linghu Qing's figure also disappeared.

Where are they?!

Deep beneath the magma, two shadowy figures, hidden in the void, suddenly appeared, both with expressions of shock and pupils shrinking.

They clearly locked onto the enemy's trajectory, launched a surprise attack using the terrain changes, and blocked all escape routes. How could they have simply vanished into thin air?

Before the two could react...

A chill ran to the bone.

A chilling, deathly aura of killing intent gripped their necks.

Click.

The cold, sharp, jet-black blades were silently pressed against the necks of the two people, their chill piercing to the bone. With just a slight slash, they could sever their life force.

The two figures froze, their scalps tingling.

Behind.

Linghu Qing stood quietly, his expression cold and indifferent.

He held a black scythe in his hand, the blade pressed against their necks.