Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

the other side.

Hidden Moon Sect.

Inside the secret chamber, spiritual energy gathered into a vortex.

Nangong Wan was surrounded by a strong aura of a Core Formation cultivator, and his aura was calm and composed.

She has already cultivated back to the Core Formation stage and has broken through to the mid-stage in one fell swoop.

All of this is thanks to the pills that person gave us in the Crimson Forbidden Land that day.

Nangong Wan opened her eyes, a thought flashing across them.

What is that person doing right now?

Before I knew it, I was thinking of him again.

However, she did not blush, nor did she display any girlish shyness.

In her heart, she had already quietly accepted that mysterious man.

However, the time spent longing is too agonizing.

"It will take at least another hundred years before I break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

She had never felt time pass so slowly before.

Nangong Wan turned her head to look outside the sect. The sky was azure and cloudless.

In the distance, mountains stretch endlessly; one wonders what lies hidden within them.

The next few years.

Thanks to Linghu Qing's earlier warning, the Luanming Sect and many other countries in Tiannan began to be wary of the actions of both the righteous and demonic paths.

People spontaneously increased communication and frequent exchanges.

Small countries like theirs can only barely survive in chaotic times by sticking together and helping each other.

The situation in Tiannan has completely descended into chaos.

Six years later.

Yellow Maple Valley, Weapon Refining Room.

The furnace roared, spiritual energy surged, and a sharp sword aura rushed towards us.

Linghu Qing opened his eyes and twitched his fingertips.

Four pure white flying swords, gleaming with a faint spiritual light, slowly hovered in front of him.

Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

It is made from ten-thousand-year-old ethereal bamboo.

During the refining process, he also incorporated refined crystals and a small amount of Geng essence.

This greatly improved the hardness and sharpness of the flying sword.

The Great Geng Sword Formation originally required twelve flying swords to be fully formed.

But he didn't have time to refine that many.

Four handles are enough to make do.

Moreover, his resources of refined crystals and Geng essence are limited; even if he had more, he would not be able to sustain it.

"rise!"

Linghu Qing raised his hand and gave a low shout.

Four pure white swords, gleaming with a lustrous spiritual light, burst forth from the hall in an instant.

The moment it sliced ​​through the air, it emitted a sharp, piercing sound. Its speed was as fast as lightning, almost turning into four white afterimages, leaving even the fluctuations of spiritual energy behind.

Sudden.

As the flying sword passed, fine ripples suddenly appeared in the space.

The light and shadow are distorted.

The next second, the four flying swords vanished from their spot, leaving only a fleeting flash of white light.

When it reappeared, it was hovering steadily on the beams and pillars on the other side of the hall, its blade trembling slightly and humming incessantly.

The sword's aura remained brilliant, as if it had never moved.

He paused slightly, the indifference in his eyes instantly replaced by a hint of surprise, and even the spiritual energy at his fingertips faltered by half.

it turns out!

He never expected that the flying sword forged from the ten-thousand-year-old ethereal bamboo would have an additional characteristic—spatial teleportation.

This flying sword is several times faster than ordinary flying swords, and it can even teleport in space, arriving at its target location silently.

Such characteristics make it incredibly powerful, whether for a surprise attack or an evacuation.

Even without the blessing of the divine thunder that wards off evil.

This deal was worthwhile.

Just then, a communication talisman flew into the weapon-refining room and landed in Linghu Qing's hand.

"Respectfully presented to the Ancestor."

"Yan Family Fort invites the seven schools of Yue Kingdom to participate in the treasure-hunting tournament—Hong Fu."

Linghu Qing looked at the communication talisman, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Long before.

While the righteous and demonic paths were beginning to show signs of expansion, and the Luanming Sect was still feigning to negotiate peace.

He had already secretly ordered people to keep an eye on Yanjiabao's every move.

now.

Yanjiabao has finally made a move.

The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 25, Spatial Teleportation Flying Sword, Demonic Invasion. We look forward to your visit.

A treasure hunt?

In reality, it was a deadly gathering to sacrifice the disciples of the seven sects.

The demonic path has already penetrated deep into the Yue Kingdom's territory, and they still don't know it.

The Yan family gathered the disciples of the seven sects together, and then the demonic path captured them all, using their essence and blood to cultivate evil arts.

"understood."

He said.

His tone was calm and unperturbed.

The message talisman transformed into a streak of light and dissipated within the main hall, relaying the message back to Hong Fu.

The Demonic Path.

come on.

He sneered inwardly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

In recent years, he has devoted himself to cultivating the "Withering and Flourishing Sword Technique," forging flying swords, and uniting various countries, having already laid a tight net.

The Luanming Sect has also seen through this.

The expansion of both the righteous and demonic paths will not stop, nor will it be stopped by a few words of discussion.

Rather than sitting idly by and waiting to be devoured one by one by the demonic forces, it is better to take the initiative and seek a glimmer of hope.

So they secretly contacted the Yue Kingdom and finalized the cooperation agreement.

They decided to establish a front against the demonic forces at Jingu Plain.

Jingu Plain is strategically located, easy to defend and difficult to attack, serving as a natural barrier for the Yue Kingdom against foreign enemies.

Establishing a battle line here allows for both offense and defense, making it the best choice to resist the invasion of demonic forces.

Linghu Qing never told other countries or the Spirit Beast Mountain about this.

Other countries are a mixed bag.

It's inevitable that there will be spies from the demonic path.

Once the news leaks, all the efforts will be in vain, and it could even lead to utter disaster.

The outside world today.

Although there are exchanges between countries and their interactions are becoming more frequent, it is all for the purpose of sticking together for warmth in the chaotic world and resisting the expansion of both the righteous and the evil paths.

But like this time.

The Luanming Sect personally mobilized its elite forces to the front lines to support the Yue Kingdom and jointly resist the demonic path.

This is the first time.

The news must not be leaked!

This time, we must make the demonic path suffer a great loss.

Linghu Qing thought to himself.

if it is possible.

He didn't want to escape to the chaotic sea of ​​stars.

With Yue Kingdom as our base and Huangfeng Valley as our foundation, venturing into the Chaotic Star Sea will be much easier with a strong backing and confidence.

He stood up, walked to the window of the main hall, looked at the rolling mountains outside, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Outside Yellow Maple Valley.

In the sky, clouds drift and swirl.

A giant flying sword sped past, weaving through the clouds, with three figures standing on it.

Han Li, dressed in a blue robe, steadily controlled his flying sword with his hands forming hand seals, his gaze fixed straight ahead, without the slightest ripple.

Obeying Master's orders.

He brought along two disciples, Dong Xuan'er and Xin Ruyin.

They went together to Yanjiabao to participate in the so-called treasure hunt.

He has never liked crowds, and he especially dislikes participating in such occasions.

But what can we do?

He couldn't refuse his master, Li Huayuan.

Behind.

Dong Xuan'er wore a pink dress, while Xin Ruyin wore a white dress.

The two stood side by side, chatting in hushed tones, their eyes filled with curiosity.

"Senior sister, what do you think is the treasure of Yan Family Fortress? Is it a magic weapon?"

Dong Xuan'er blinked her bright eyes, her tone full of anticipation.

"How is that possible?"

"Yan Family Fort only has one Core Formation cultivator, so magic treasures aren't something they can just casually offer as rewards."

Xin Ruyin gently shook her head.

Han Li turned around, glanced at them, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He slowly shook his head.

He secretly grumbled to himself.

Wow, they really brought two young ladies with them. Looks like I'll have to fly there on my sword the whole way, and I doubt they'll offer any help.

We don't dare ask them for help.

He withdrew his gaze and looked ahead again. He exerted a little force with his fingertips, controlling the flying sword to increase its speed, wanting only to reach Yan Family Fortress as soon as possible.

Complete the mission and return to the clan as soon as possible.