Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 182 Thousands of threads return to one sword pool

In late spring and early summer, the temperature has just risen. This is the most friendly time in Jianxu.

The probability of Yan and Han Jiantian appearing is quite low.

Wu Meng searched for the map in his hand, searching for traces of his master. Next to him was Zhou Yunuo, who loved to be a teacher.

Along the way, the two of them walked neither fast nor slowly. Although they were rushing and dealing with life and death crises that might arise at any time, it felt different to him.

He stepped on the high-rise boats drifting in the center of the red river, jumped over the dilapidated arch bridge spanning two continents, and saw the red sun of the 'Mopan' falling along the shadow of the sky-cutting sword.

The surprising grandeur of the world of cultivation took his breath away time and time again.

It took less than half a year to cross out of Mijiang Country.

There are three more islands covering the sky and sun, floating in the sky. These are called Bashan, and they are unique buildings in the Bafang latitude area.

If we use Yunyao as an analogy, then the towering mountains are similar to Dan Peak and Qi Peak, which are the absolute core areas.

This day.

As soon as the two of them stepped ashore from the Mijiang River, a few figures appeared among the ruins of the mountain in front of them.

Lean slightly.

Wu Meng came closer, briefly negotiated, and asked about Taoist Songmang's whereabouts.

"Are you Daoist Wu from Yunyao Sect? It's easy to talk to, Master Songmang of your sect, I've actually seen him..."

The person who replied smiled slightly.

He is not a monk from the Three Continents. Among the outsiders, he is below the Shaoxian. But in terms of strength and vision, he is far ahead of the local chief.

As he spoke, he looked at the two of them one by one, then touched his chin and smiled without saying a word.

Wu Meng took out hundreds of spirit stones and asked, "Fellow Taoist, can you do me a favor?"

The other party chuckled, and several of his teammates had already vaguely surrounded the two of them.

"..."

After ten breaths, Wu Meng patted his sleeves and stood up.

Following his movements, the man's frightened and frightened expression finally settled, then cracked, collapsed, and disappeared.

There wasn't even a bit of scum left.

As for several of his companions, they have already changed and gone to the gate of hell.

Zhou Yunuo stood aside in silence.

This was not the first time she had seen a similar scene along the way, but every time she saw it, it made her feel incredible.

Wu Meng's lotus heart is not very powerful, but its effect is quite strange.

It seems to have the effect of searching for souls...

She asked: "How is it? Is there any gain this time?"

Wu Meng said with a smile: "This man has met my master, but he pointed in the opposite direction. If he hadn't verified it through soul searching, I might have made a mistake."

Zhou Yunuo didn't find it strange at all: "This person has seen your murderous intention, and his heart is full of resentment. It is strange that he can explain it honestly."

She shook her head: "Fellow Daoist Mo, your strength and reputation are extremely inconsistent. If Meng Haoyi were here, this matter would be far out of reach."

These words are spoken from the heart.

As each person's style, it shouldn't interfere too much, but Holly Fairy arranged some inspections on the level of his mind.

She tried to clarify the other person's ideas by talking about her own experience and sparking exchanges.

A similar scene happened many times along the way.

Wu Meng occasionally responded to this.

What he said today actually aroused his interest, because recently, due to the influence of his inner sins, he would appear to be 'completely opposite' to his usual side from time to time.

He had felt it carefully, and it was essentially some subtle changes in his mood.

"How will Fellow Daoist Zhou deal with fame and strength?"

The two of them talked as they walked.

"My way of dealing with it is to hide my clumsiness and not hide it. To put it simply, I use my reputation to let others know that I am not easy to deal with, but I can't figure out the actual solution."

Wu Meng quite agreed.

What he said was his state over the past ten years.

It's just that in Zhou Yunuo's view, he is still too low-key and has a certain degree of rejection of fame.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, in the world of cultivation, resources are often matched by reputation. It is extremely rare to make a fortune in silence, and it is even more unheard of to succeed in cultivation by relying on this method, because there are too many pairs of eyes staring at you. ”

Wu Mengdao: "Just like the Immortal Picture?"

"...Yes, Xiantu is the pair who cannot be deceived the most."

Can't be tricked?

My age has long been locked in the Yin-Yang chart, so logically I should be able to get into the Young Immortal chart.

But then again.

Since returning from Huaqu, fame has brought him more troubles. It is a matter of great joy that he did not appear in the Young Immortal Picture.

Zhou Yunuo said it right. The world of cultivation is not a world of martial arts. There are many big guys here, and there are too many eyes staring at famous people.

Although it is unavoidable, if you can save a few pairs, you will be less stressed.

The other party's words not only failed to convince him, but made him more determined about his previous choice.

……

The sword-washing pool is an indispensable functional building in Zhantian Sect.

Its positioning is probably similar to the 'Spirit Gathering Array', or the Cave Heaven Paradise.

A high-quality sword washing pool can stabilize a monk's state of mind and deepen his understanding of the true meaning of Po Qi.

However, the process of cleaning the sword was extremely painful.

This day.

Somewhere only a mountain away from Bafangwei, in a forest of soft and harmonious crown trees filled with light and shadow, two figures walked into it.

It was Wu Meng who came all the way.

"Ahead is the last secret realm in the periphery..."

His face was a little dull, and his gaze crossed the vast grassland and landed on the shadow of a sky-blue lake.

As expected, Songmang was in that lake.

Along the way, Master's traces were intermittent, making it particularly difficult to track him down.

Fortunately, by coincidence, this time the Sword Market was opened, and the young immortals came here by chance while exploring inward.

The reason is not yet clear, but it undoubtedly made it easier for him to find people.

As soon as he arrived in this realm, he got news about his master from the mouths of many monks who were following the young immortal.

There are many different explanations, but they all have something in common.

That is, Song Mang's condition is extremely bad!

Some say they are crazy, some say they are violent and bloodthirsty.

Just half a day ago, in a certain monk's memory, he finally saw the frontal image of his master.

This sight made him feel a lot of sadness and sadness.

It was a crazy old man with disheveled hair, crying and laughing all the time. He was half-clothed and covered in injuries, but he was still protecting some broken and fragmented things.

When he first saw it, he almost didn't dare to connect the image in front of him with the majestic and domineering master in his memory.

In just one or two years, a foundation-building monk could be reduced to this situation...

The two of them walked towards the sword washing pool in the distance.

Zhou Yunuo was not like before, explaining things around him loudly and walking along silently.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou..."

"what's wrong?"

Wu Meng's voice was a little dull: "What are the symptoms of being possessed by a demon?"

His face straightened, he raised his head and said seriously: "Fellow Taoist, do you suspect that your master is possessed by a demon?"

"..."

"Foundation-building monks are still far away from the calamity, and usually will not fall into the devil, unless they come into contact with some demonic cultivation methods, or are contaminated with a lot of calamity... In terms of the amount of evil you have been contaminated with, this amount is still ten years away from falling into the devil. Eighteen thousand miles.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, with a flicker of doubt.

Master's problems were more or less apparent when he first entered the profession, and have become more serious in recent years.

If you think about it carefully, he is locked in the main hall every day, reading scriptures.

Not to mention looking up information related to Zheng Yu, it is not impossible to come into contact with the magic cultivation method...

Zhou Yunuo immediately talked about some signs of being possessed by demons, such as demonic energy entering the eyes, demonic patterns on the body, bloodthirsty and cruelty, etc.

He was slightly relieved in comparison.

Except for emotional instability, none of these distinguishing features are seen in the images.

He quickened his pace and headed towards the sky-blue lake.

……

Beside the Sword Washing Pond, there is mist and dense vegetation, with all kinds of spiritual beasts lurking and running around in it.

Further outside, there is a circle of rugged and strange stone formations, with stone peaks forming "arches".

The secret realm here is not a whole one, but a series.

It can be compared to grapes, whether it is stone formations or vegetation, they are all miniature secret realms.

They are like trials leading to the sword-washing pool.

"Hey!"

Yakumo yelled loudly, and suddenly punched out, causing his clothes to burst, revealing his clearly defined bronze chest.

There is a mountain tattooed in it, which is majestic and heavy as a stone.

His practice method is called Ten Thousand Chong Mountain. At the low level, you need to refine your mind into a mountain image, and pay attention to defeating all methods with one force.

When you reach the subsequent passes, you can pull out the real mountains and refine them into your heart one by one. In addition to overwhelming the four directions, you can also have many more wonders.

The mountain on his chest, also called Qianhui Mountain, was a gift from his elders.

If you follow the mountain in your heart, you can often gain something through twists and turns.

After reaching the second level and completely refining it, it can evolve into a powerful escape method of "a thousand times in one step", which is very effective in escaping, finding objects, and chasing people.

Why did Yakumo really wander all the way? This is where his confidence lies. If you follow your heart, you will never miss it.

No, now is the busiest time.

His punch was so powerful that the sonic boom shook the sky. Even the flowing wind was shattered, forming a hole the size of a bowl.

A flying sword light was struck into powder and dissipated.

"Huh! It's really not a place for people to stay." He took a sip of wine and sprayed the wine mist between his fists.

A bleeding hole deep into the bone gradually healed.

"These secret realms were once called Jingxin Road. After the incident with the Tian Zhan Sect, no one set foot there, and the sword power was particularly exaggerated.

Take a trip now and shed a layer of skin! "

Lin Youjiang's face was a little numb. Along the way, he had seen so many things beyond his imagination.

The two passed through a stone archway.

A huge boulder appeared in front of it, dividing the road into two, with sword patterns flashing on it, resembling no less than ten in size from the previous one.

Yakumo's true expression was also in trouble.

At this moment, there was movement not far away.

The two of them looked up and their expressions changed.

Just a few dozen feet ahead, he saw a crazy old man running quickly among the grass and trees. His bones and flesh were exposed and his body was covered in bruises.

"That's Elder Songmang from Yunyao Sect??"

Lin Youjiang rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe it.

"Wu Meng's master? Are you crazy? Every plant and tree in the inner circle contains the power of the sword. Even if a foundation-building monk runs in like this, he will lose most of his life!"

Lin Youjiang raised his hand and lit golden light into his eyes.

The Golden Eye Technique unfolds.

His expression quickly turned doubtful: "Is Elder Songmang still a cultivator? Flesh and blood regenerates quite quickly."

Yakumo Zhen also noticed something unusual, and just as he was about to take a closer look, there was considerable movement from two other directions on the lakeside.

It was three figures who passed through Stonehenge one after another and came to the edge of the lake.

One of them is Meng Haoyi, who is full of interest, and the other two are a little girl who is not as tall as the grass, Xanthium, and Ahu who is following behind him.

At this time, Meng Haoyi was completely different from that day at Zhejianmen.

His eyes are shining with brilliance, his two eyebrows are shaped like sword blades, his body is tall and straight, and the unconcealed edge overflows from every move he makes.

It feels as if the whole person has turned into a sword.

Yakumo really looked at it for a few times, then moved his eyes away, and saw Lin Youjiang's eyes were red next to him. With just one glance, he was stabbed to the point of tears.

He couldn't help but be speechless.

You must know that actively performing spells and passively accumulating momentum are completely different concepts.

Qi training monks can stare people to death through magic, but without magic, they may not be able to kill even a chicken simply by staring.

At a glance, Meng Hao's aura was just invisible, but it had this effect. You can imagine how strong he was.

At least until the sword power was cleared, he didn't think anyone would be willing to come forward and provoke him.

Yakumo shook his head: "It seems that the treasure in the lake has nothing to do with us..."

Just half a month ago, the two met a group of monks and heard from their mouth that there was a sword-washing pool here five hundred years ago, and a senior happened to try to break it.

It's hard to say how the rest of the people were brought here, but according to the two people's subsequent detailed understanding, there is at least a collection of the third pass monk's remains in the pool.

In addition, there should be treasure materials related to the Heart Refining Sword.

……

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Wu Meng finally arrived at the edge of the sky-blue lake.

There were seven or eight people gathered here, most of them with lingering fears, presumably they had withdrawn from inside.

He glanced briefly.

Due to the obstruction of Stonehenge, the field of vision is quite limited, and the shadow of the pine awns cannot be seen at all.

Wu Meng didn't waste any time and found a stone arch. Just as he was about to raise his feet, he thought of Zhou Yunuo and turned around and said, "It's dangerous. Fellow Daoist Zhou shouldn't go in, right?"

The other party pondered for a moment: "No problem, I'll go in with my fellow Taoist, maybe I can help."

"Sure?"

The other party nodded: "Fellow Taoist must think carefully and listen to you all the way about the scattered information collected by Soul Search. I'm afraid the situation here is not simple!"

Wu Meng's eyes flashed.

Although he was a little impatient, he was not reckless.

A lot of information has been sorted out in my mind several times.

It is a very coincidence that in the fragmentary information, this place is related to Renlu and Bai Jianhui at the same time.

He once found several weapon-making blanks in the storage ring on Ren Road, which were smelted with spiritual materials from the three-fingered monkey.

In fact, those blanks were used to put them into the sword washing pool.

The pool will extract the sharpness from it, and then the monks will understand it.

He was almost certain that the output of the three-fingered monkey breeding that Renlu was responsible for back then, and perhaps other similar industries scattered around the country, eventually went to this place.

As for the White Sword Club, the news is very vague. It seems that the senior brother Zi Qiang mentioned is planning something here.

If we talk about the collapse of the entire Tianzhan Sect, the clues showed up at the last moment.

So when the clues coincidentally point to somewhere, maybe that's the reason.

(End of this chapter)