Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Bai Niang directly spewed out a dense stream of extremely yin energy into the depths of Yang Valley. The two polar forces came into contact, and Yang Valley erupted in chaos, like a piece of ignited explosives.

The two energies collided, creating a mushroom cloud. The powerful aftershocks swept over and engulfed several Peng Bao Daoists.

Balan: "......"

Is this how Yanggu is used?

Chapter 51 The Unresolved Heart Knot Was Not Resolved in Time

Master Peng Bao passed away peacefully, without any pain.

but,

This is merely the "fruit" that emerges from the convergence of three flowers at the top.

Chu Mingkong guessed correctly. This alchemist, who was so steady it was outrageous, had used a clone from the very beginning when he came into contact with Zuo Donglu. The clones that followed were just clones that were created after the clones were created.

Just like a large, leafy tree, from which smaller branches grow.

In the wilderness of the Sword Dynasty, in a gloomy, desolate grave, a withered hand crawled out of the soil, like a zombie rising from its coffin.

However, this is actually the true form of Peng Bao Dao Ren.

He said, somewhat embarrassed and still fearful:

"Fortunately, I was cautious. I entered the Sword Emperor Dynasty using my elixir body in the beginning. I'm not afraid of dying. It's just a pity that I spent so many pills refining day and night. It's not easy to feed a elixir body."

"If only we could escape successfully, I would throw those few elixirs into the furnace to refine them and retrieve the pills."

Thinking of this, he went into a frenzy; his cauldron was gone!

The cauldron is alright; at worst, it can be refined again after a few years. But the Three Flowers Medicine Scripture has completely left him!

Even if he were to create a replica based on his memory, the effect would be greatly reduced, with only one in ten remaining.

Peng Bao Dao Ren walked away dejectedly a few steps. A bad premonition flashed through his mind. When he looked up, he realized that he had unknowingly come face to face with the Asura King.

"What the hell..."

The Asura King was quite surprised to see Peng Bao Daoist.

For so many years, she has always been the one to actively seek out suitable partners; this is the first time someone has come to her on their own.

That saves so much trouble!

It's like finding a pillow when you're trying to sleep, or finding someone who's offering their face to you when you're angry.

"Not bad. Since you escaped from the Goddess Bodhisattva, your cultivation and strength have improved so much. You are still much weaker than Chu, but it's not bad."

Under the approving gaze of the Asura King, Daoist Peng Bao found complete peace.

......

Within the Two Elements Chaotic Soul Formation.

Zuo Donglu felt as if she were in the midst of a night procession of a hundred ghosts, with tens of millions of sword intents filling the formation flying and shuttling like ghosts and vengeful spirits.

The sword shadows sometimes flew erratically as a single sword, and sometimes transformed into the appearance of the sword's master in life, their semi-transparent bodies darting about, dazzling the eye.

Normally, once separated from their master, these sword intents would have long since become like water without a source, unable to grow or even go astray. It was the Two Elements Chaotic Soul Array that gave these sword intents the opportunity to survive; otherwise, they would most likely have perished along with their master.

Having failed to reach the pinnacle of the Sword Immortal realm, it's perfectly normal for them to gradually disappear from this world, leaving their mark on the world.

However, Zuo Donglu's existence was extremely unusual. A certain power within her ignited the resentment accumulated by these sword intents "before their death."

A dense buzzing sound, like that of a swarm of wasps, came from above—

"Why was I so careless? If I had rested properly then, would I have avoided failure in the subsequent attack? But there was no time..."

"I got distracted and failed. If I hadn't kept thinking about the possibility of failure, would I have gotten through it?"

"I'm so tired. I finally survived two rounds of elimination, but why are there more eliminations to come? Is sword cultivation about finding your own sword, or is it just about comparing yourself to others?"

"My family is waiting for me to exchange for the elixir to save their lives, why did I lose so early!"

"I really want to... live a more carefree life."

Sword intent is a power akin to the soul.

These mournful sounds of sword intent were highly infectious, with the sword intents infecting and resonating with each other, and the resentment almost becoming tangible.

It was pitch black, the place like the origin of dark clouds. The people below the Sword Emperor Dynasty looked up at the sky and saw a dark cloud constantly "growing".

But it was a sunny day, so why did a large dark cloud suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Zuo Donglu stood there blankly, like a child who had done something wrong.

Suddenly, her mother's fleeting figure flashed past her eyes. Zuo Donglu reached out to grab her, but couldn't touch her.

"Mother......!"

That was still just sword intent. Her mother had long since left, and the shadow of that sword intent did not notice her daughter's call. It was just like any other sword intent, lamenting the unwillingness of her life.

"Donglu, come out! Stop standing there in a daze!"

Zuo Qiuchi was still trying to call out to her sister. She wanted to go in and bring Zuo Donglu out, but an instinctive sense of crisis warned her not to do so.

Zuo Donglu caused an unusual change in this sword formation that had been built for many years.

This is a bad change.

"Your Majesty, what is the current situation? Is there any way to teleport Donglu out?"

Queen Ba could only shake her head. It was precisely because there were too many unknowns about this great formation that she dared not allow it to be completed.

"Several new sword intents have appeared. Could it be that Daoist Peng Bao secretly sent in the sword intents of his sword cultivator disciples?" Empress Ba suddenly exclaimed.

Several sword intents materialized into human form, dressed in the robes of sword cultivators from the current dynasty.

After Empress Ba ascended to the throne, she had been preventing the completion of the great formation. Therefore, she remembered clearly which disciples' sword intents were sent in by Li Tairan.

Those people from before were definitely not there before!

Zuo Donglu remained standing there, like someone standing in a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper without realizing it.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar sword blade, the one she had recently worshipped.

The sword stood quietly in the corner, unlike other sword intents that exuded resentment.

Zuo Donglu slowly walked over, squatted down, and whispered:

"Master, Grandpa... and you, Master, is it my fault? Do you resent me?"

The ancient blade emitted a sword's cry, and the surrounding restless sword intent instantly quieted down.

A sword is not just for decoration; a sword that cannot cut down an enemy is useless, no matter how beautiful it is. Cultivating a sword is also cultivating one's mind. No one can escape hardship, and no one can always have a smooth journey. Only through hardship can one reach new heights.

If you can't get over it, you can only blame yourself for being a little lacking. This is something that every sword cultivator cannot avoid. If you don't aim to climb to the top, then why do you resort to resentment when you fall from the top?

So why should I blame you?

The knot in Zuo Donglu's heart that had been accumulating for many years began to loosen, and her cultivation, which had been stagnant for many years, and even her sword intent, suddenly solidified and grew.

"But what if I accidentally implicate those around me in the future? They may be destined for a calamity, but without me, they could avoid many of them."

Try to control it, Winter Dew. Growth is about becoming more composed, not more pathetic. There's always a way to take control of yourself.

"Can I control my own destiny...?"

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In the room where Li Tairan's body lay, his remaining sword intent suddenly rose from the dead and screamed, startling the sword cultivator disciples guarding the area so much that they almost wet themselves.

The sword intent seemed like the vengeful spirit of Li Tairan, staring at the basement ceiling, or perhaps looking up at the sky.

"If a divine sword has no spirit, can it still be called a divine sword? The Yin-Yang Chaotic Soul Formation is missing a living sword immortal standing inside. The sword intent of a dead sword immortal is always lacking. Who is in the Yin-Yang Chaotic Soul Formation? Go and see who is in the formation. Is Balan going to sacrifice himself?"

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

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Zuo Qiuchi sensed that his sister's aura was growing stronger, but at the same time, her destiny was also growing stronger. One by one, the mournful swords gradually began to turn into demons, their fierce light blazing. Even the old sword immortal's sword intent began to waver, tainted by that chaotic aura.

The array patterns seemed to have finally met some condition and gradually lit up.

In the sky above the Sword Dynasty, the power of both the Abyss and the Yang Valley was simultaneously drawn and converged into the Yin-Yang Chaotic Soul Array high in the sky, like two fire dragons of black and gold burning the heavens, meandering and swimming.

The entire formation was about to transform into a furnace, refining the myriad sword intents within.

"How could he break through his mental block at a time like this... Donglu, don't try to comprehend swordsmanship inside!"

Zuo Qiuchi didn't care anymore. If things continued like this, Zuo Donglu would be tempered alive within it. She gritted her teeth, drew her sword, and charged into the Yin-Yang Chaotic Soul Formation.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Delivering One by One

Zuo Qiuchi had not experienced any major battles for a long time, but his heavy sword was not rusty at all. The sword intent that could destroy enemies was integrated into the Fallen Immortal Sword Technique, and the light on the Extinction Heavy Sword shone brightly.

The myriad sword intents within the Yin-Yang Chaotic Soul Array transformed from mournful vengeful spirits into ferocious evil spirits. Each sword seemed to have gone mad, as if it were in the strongest battle experienced by its sword master in his lifetime, and the intruder was that enemy.

These sword intents embody the techniques and insights of sword cultivators throughout the Sword Emperor Dynasty. Various common and rare sword moves appear continuously, with one crisis after another.

Zuo Qiuchi swung his sword, and the sword energy was like a shooting star in the night sky, cutting a hole in the dense flying swords. It was as if the tongues of fire were attacking a swarm of bees, and the burning bees were the broken swords.

This sword strike seemed to have an extraordinary effect, but it was like a drop in the ocean.

Because there was so much sword intent filling this formation, as soon as a path was cleared, it was immediately blocked.

Zuo Qiuchi wanted to charge straight ahead regardless of everything, but among these seemingly weak sword intents, there were occasionally a few sword intents from great figures. They seemed to be only at the Sword Saint realm, but they were already infinitely close to the Sword Immortal realm, so he had to be careful.

"Why are there so few heavy swords? Are they really that unpopular?" Zuo Qiuchi frowned, his Fallen Immortal Sword Technique never ceasing, surging like giant waves, one after another, relentless and overwhelming.

She probably still had the greatsword, but she likely chopped it off without noticing.

The sword intent surged again, and Zuo Qiuchi used the Mysterious Maiden Sword Scripture. The sword intent transformed into another form, and together with her, they cleared a path in this sea of ​​sword intent.

Zuo Qiuchi didn't know if his pace of clearing the path had slowed down or if he hadn't made any progress at all. It felt like he had been walking for a long time, but he still hadn't seen Zuo Donglu.

"When I left, I didn't realize the storm was this big. How come I haven't seen anyone for so long?" she wondered.

Zuo Qiuchi diverted a bit of her attention to the sword marks on the ground. These marks, left by her slashes, should be able to indicate the distance she had traveled.