Refining Ruins Cauldron

Gu Qingyun appeared silently beside Jiang Chuan like a ghost.

He turned around abruptly and shook his head laboriously.

He was kneeling on the ground, looking extremely disheveled.

"You...you...what do you want to do?!"

He struggled to crawl backward, his blood escape attempt failed, his vital energy was severely depleted, and with the repeated injuries, neither his physical body nor his sea of ​​consciousness had any chance of fighting back.

The attack from the condensed needles almost shattered Jiang Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness; if his strength had been even slightly weaker, he would have become an idiot on the spot.

"What? You know perfectly well what I mean!"

Gu Qingyun sneered and slowly raised the spirit sword in his hand!

"Don't kill me! I am the grandson of the Third Elder of the Glazed Tile Sect. If you kill me, the Glazed Tile Sect will not let you off!"

Jiang Chuan's face was as white as snow, and he was panting heavily. The black spirit sword had long been blown away, and he was now unarmed.

"I'm so scared."

Gu Qingyun spoke slowly, but even faster than his voice was the flash of his sword.

Swish!

Jiang Chuan's other arm was cut off on the spot.

"what!"

A pig-like scream rang out. Having lost both arms, Jiang Chuan couldn't even crawl and could only lie on the ground screaming in agony.

In the Taiyi Secret Realm, life and death are determined by fate. What can the elders of the Liuli Sect do?

Even if the sect leader himself came, Gu Qingyun would still kill him without hesitation!

"I! I have spirit stones! I have pills! I'll give them all to you! Just don't kill me!"

Jiang Chuan gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

The pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his clothes soaked with blood and sweat, and even the soil beneath him was stained red.

"Kill you, and the stuff will still be mine."

Gu Qingyun sneered, his words extinguishing Jiang Chuan's last glimmer of hope for survival.

With a swift movement, the sword flashed so fast it was impossible to catch.

Swish!

Jiang Chuan's head fell to the ground, utterly extinguishing any hope of survival.

Even in death, his eyes still held a sense of resentment and struggle.

The head rolled into the pool of blood with several muffled thuds. The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present.

"Anyone else who wants to die can continue."

Gu Qingyun's voice followed closely behind, like a haunting ghostly wail.

The first to react were the members of the Glazed Tile School, who were not many in number to begin with.

When they saw the cold, headless corpse lying in a pool of blood, their pupils contracted sharply and their faces turned pale.

"Senior Brother Jiang... he's dead just like that?!"

One of them spoke in a trembling voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

Zhao Qingshan was killed by Gu Qingyun's sneak attack, but he only succeeded by having a late-stage Foundation Establishment corpse puppet self-destruct.

But what about Jiang Chuan?

Although he is slightly weaker than Zhao Qingshan, he is still one of the best in the sect!

Despite using all his strength and every trick in the book, he still died at Gu Qingyun's hands!

This……

At this moment, the disciples of the Glazed Tile School felt a chill in their hearts, and were completely awakened from their greed.

If the fighting continues, at most the Changsheng Sect will suffer casualties; there will be no chance of them seizing the Dao Yun Spirit Fruit.

If we stay alive, we might still find other opportunities in the secret realm.

Once the idea took hold, it spread rapidly like wildfire.

The surviving members of the Glazed Tile School suddenly halted their offensive, their fighting spirit collapsed, and they could no longer muster the slightest thought of resistance.

Unfortunately, it's too late to stop now!

Before Gu Qingyun could speak, Xu Qingran and Li Wei immediately took action.

The remaining six disciples of the Glazed Tile School were all killed in an instant!

They didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy!

Xu Qingran sheathed his sword, his expression unchanged, as if he had never made a move.

Li Wei remained expressionless, flicked the blood off his magical weapon, and let out a low, cold snort.

"Junior brother, do not let the tiger return to the mountain! Those who deserve to die, leave no one alive!"

Seeing how decisive the two men were in their actions, Gu Qingyun didn't say anything more.

I also had the idea of ​​eliminating the threat completely, but I didn't expect my two senior brothers and sisters to act so quickly.

"Junior brother, I have learned a lot."

After a moment, Gu Qingyun slightly cupped his hands, indicating his agreement with their ideas.

Li Wei might not know, but Xu Qingran couldn't help but roll her eyes at Gu Qingyun for his act.

Even if he doesn't take action himself, he definitely won't leave any trace of trouble.

Now that they've done all the dirty and tiring work, this kid is just pretending to be innocent on the sidelines.

hateful!

Li Wei, of course, was unaware of this. He was very satisfied with his promising junior brother and nodded with a smile.

He turned around and his gaze fell on the Blood Blade Sect.

The Taiyi Secret Realm holds many opportunities, which only the capable can obtain. Once you step inside, life or death is irrelevant; this is a rule that everyone knew before entering.

Now that the Glazed Tile Sect has been wiped out, only the Blood Blade Sect and the Longevity Sect remain in the secret realm.

"So, does the Blood Blade Sect want to fight again?"

Li Wei was looking at Qiu Wentian, but the other party did not reply immediately.

Qiu Wentian's gaze passed over Li Wei and finally landed on Gu Qingyun.

"My sword never admits defeat."

"We, the Blood Blade Sect, have always been fearless and indomitable!"

With just two sentences, he has already shown his current attitude.

After the Blood Blade Sect suffered heavy casualties, only eight remained, which was exactly the same as the Longevity Sect.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples were filled with fervor, their eyes burning with passion.

"Senior Brother Qiu is right! We cultivators will only die standing, never live on our knees!"

"The Blood Blade Sect never surrenders, even if it means killing to the last man!"

"Death is merely a matter of the head touching the ground; we disciples will only lay down our swords on the day our heads fall!"

Looking at them, Gu Qingyun couldn't help but frown.

These Blood Blade Sect members are simply a bunch of lunatics.

Qiu Wentian is a sword fanatic, and the rest of them are pretty much the same!

Even if we win in the end, the casualties will be extremely heavy if we continue to fight these people!

It's even possible that they'll both perish!

To put it another way, besides these opponents, how many powerful spirit beasts does the Taiyi Secret Realm have?

If one of them is unlucky, I'm afraid that none of them will make it out alive from this trip to the secret realm!

"Qiu Wentian, didn't you want to fight me?"

"If we decide the winner with one move, our two sects won't have to fight to the death, thus avoiding a mutual destruction in the end. What do you say?"

Gu Qingyun bypassed everyone and shouted to Qiu Wentian from a distance.

As soon as the words were spoken, the Blood Blade Sect disciples were the first to lose their composure.

They had all seen Gu Qingyun's sword strike just now.

Not only did he kill Zhao Qingshan and Jiang Chuan of the Glazed Tile Sect in succession, but even a Golden Core spirit beast couldn't withstand his attack and was killed with a single sword strike!

It wasn't that they lacked confidence in Qiu Wentian; it was just that this guy's sword was too unpredictable!

"Senior brother, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

"That's right! My Blood Blade Sect has never had anyone who fears death. At worst, we'll all perish together! That would be a worthy death!"

"Senior brother, let us fight one more time!"

The disciples all spoke up.

However, before they could finish speaking, Qiu Wentian raised his hand to interrupt them.

The latter stared intently at Gu Qingyun, their eyes meeting without any attempt to avoid eye contact.

The air felt thick with the smell of gunpowder, as if sparks could fly from it.

"I'll take it!"

"Tell me your terms."

Qiu Wentian is not Jiang Chuan, nor is he a fool like Zhao Qingshan, whose mind would be controlled by greed.

He knew that Gu Qingyun must have had his own plans for saying those words.

What Qiu Wentian sought was nothing more than to compete with Gu Qingyun in the realm of swordsmanship.

"It's easier to talk to smart people."

Gu Qingyun smiled, then said, "I lost. The eight Dao Rhyme Spirit Fruits that the Longevity Sect brought out will be divided in half between the Blood Blade Sect."

"I have won. The Blood Blade Sect will not be allowed a single one, and I must swear by the Heavenly Dao that I will never reveal a single word about the matter of the Dao Foundation Spirit Wood today."

"Those who disobey will have their entire path destroyed and die without a burial place!"