Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 438: Chasing the Dead and Chasing the North + The Real Murderer Behind the Scenes
Zhang Taiyan was still furious, but he also knew that he was now at his weakest and could not show off.

At this time, it is very dangerous to stay in Guangyun County.

He even changed his mind before going down the mountain. What about first-mover advantage or ancestral home?
The only thought at this moment was to return to the mountain.

Return to the Yunshan Mountains, return to your own sect.

The blood escape secret method still damaged the original energy. He ran for more than half an hour in one breath until he left Guangyun County and stepped into the territory of Zhaoshan County...

Seeing that they had crossed the Wei River and were just a short distance away from Yunshan, Zhang Taiyan let out a long sigh.

Looking at the lights of the fishing boats on the river.

Zhang Taiyan found a smoother and cleaner stone and stopped.

It’s not okay to stop.

He felt that his spirit was exhausted and his realm was unstable. He was at the second level of Zhenwu, cultivating the real form. At this moment, even operating the virtual form of Giant Kun was a little difficult.

“This time, I lost my precious substitute puppet, but half of my cultivation was cut off, and my soul was damaged. After going up the mountain, I won’t be able to recover to my original state without a year or two of recuperation…”

"The little thief is too arrogant, but he doesn't understand that my Yunshui Sect values ​​rules the most. As long as I return to the mountain gate and tell him about this, he will not be able to escape death."

Thinking of Gu Mingxiao and Master Fang Chengdong who came out of the inner palace cave at the same time this time, his mood gradually calmed down.

Although Gu Mingxiao had a poor background, he was born as the pet of the Three Yuan Patriarchs, so naturally he would have more connections.

Normally, in order to curry favor with the Three Yuan Patriarchs, I treat this eagle in many ways and try to please him, and we have a very good relationship... This time when I go back, I will act pitiful in front of him, and that should be enough to lure him into taking action.

There is also Fang Chengdong, who has a gloomy temperament and is a cautious person who will not act easily until he sees the rabbit.

However, no matter what, the three people who came out of the cave first naturally had an alliance between them, so they had to take some care of each other.

His descendants' bloodline is in the mountains. If he wants to seek power and take advantage of others, it will be impossible to succeed without the help of his fellow disciples.

At most, I won't compete with him for the benefits on the mountain...

I have figured out how to convince my two brothers to stand with me.

He took out a small command arrow, flicked it with his finger, and it flew high into the sky.

Looking at the colorful flames shining in the sky, Zhang Taiyan finally felt relieved. He took a few deep breaths and sneered, "Today, not only you, but all your relatives and friends must die for hurting me... Only in this way can I vent my anger."

He was secretly mad, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and he heard a chuckle in his ears.

"Really? Then it's even more impossible to keep you."

"not good."

As soon as he heard the first word, he was already breathed heavily.

Avoided the chill that was about to strike his neck.

The Broken Jade Knife stood upright at his side, and with a thought, it turned into a blue sea.

Just rushed into the air.

Before Zhang Taiyan could relax.

He felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen. At the same time, he found that his body seemed to have become much lighter, and the circulation of Qi was sluggish.

Look down.

"what……"

Zhang Taiyan let out a scream that shook the earth.

It turned out that it was only his upper body that flew into the air on the clouds; his lower body had disappeared, and his intestines and blood were flying in the air, taking his spiritual energy with them.

This time, there was no substitute puppet with him.

The body was seriously injured.

Even his true energy wasn't flowing smoothly, and with less than half of his mental strength left, it was sliding down like a dive.

The most horrifying thing is that he didn’t even realize where the attack came from or where the enemy was.

"Overturn the sea!"

After all, he was a 180-year-old veteran Zhenwu, and in the critical moment, he never thought of escaping.

If you run away at this time and expose your back to the enemy, you are undoubtedly seeking a quick death.

His eyes were red as he slashed in all directions with his sword.

The whistling blade light exploded and turned into dense and tiny water blades again, plowing all the rocks on the entire hillside. However, it seemed that there was no one around, no one was blocking, and no murderous intent.

Only the vapor rising from the night sky floats in the air.

His heart sank immediately.

The Tanzhong and Yintang points were both surging, and a huge breath, with a sad mood, suddenly gathered together, and he roared angrily: "Zhou Ping'an, if you dare to kill me today, the master will not forgive you."

As soon as the word "you" came out, a bloody red light appeared before my eyes, illuminating the moonlight dimly and beautifully, and revealing a bit of ominousness.

Zhang Taiyan wanted to say something else.

The head flew off.

He had suffered repeated injuries, his spirit was damaged, his body was in tatters, and he was extremely weak at this point. He watched helplessly as the knife light emerged from the water vapor beside him. His body could no longer keep up with his thoughts, and he was cut by the knife.

They had just gathered together and were ready to self-destruct, and their final killing move of pulling Zhou Ping'an into the water, but under the bloody sword light, it melted away silently like melting ice and snow.

As his sight rolled around, he saw a young man in green standing thirty feet away, holding a bloody and smelly long knife, looking at him coldly.

"Blood-transforming knife, killing someone and putting the blame on them?"

Zhang Taiyan felt an endless amount of regret in his heart. He regretted why he had provoked this person...

I clearly saw an opportunity ahead and a bright future ahead of me, but this time, I ended up losing everything.

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Zhou Ping'an hurried and finally caught up with Zhang Taiyan's divine aura. He crossed mountains and rivers, and kept going until he was out of Guangyun County. Only then did his speed gradually slow down.

This was something he had known for a long time.

It is often said in stories that when one is desperately trying to escape and uses the blood escape technique, one cannot sustain it for long unless there is someone to help.

Once the divine will is exhausted and the essence is depleted, one must stop and rest.

It was pitch black at first, and Zhang Taiyan had no idea that he would be defeated and have to flee.

Therefore, he would definitely not prepare a retreat in advance.

He suddenly decided to escape to the mountain gate, but with his injured body, he definitely couldn't make it there in one go.

Zhou Ping'an knew very well how powerful his ability to gather energy and split the sea with a single strike was.

It would be fine if it could just cut off the opponent's physical body, but the most powerful thing about this sword is that it can cut both visible and invisible things, and even a large part of Zhang Taiyan's spiritual consciousness was cut off.

This is the body of God, doubly damaged.

His fighting power has been greatly reduced, where can he escape to?
However, the colorful light high in the sky just now and the divine fluctuations spreading in all directions cannot be ignored.

This place is Zhaoshan County, not too far from the Yunshui Mountains.

If someone comes to investigate, it will be troublesome.

Zhou Ping'an's mind was racing. Even though the Blood-Transforming Knife was not easy to use, he couldn't care less at this moment.

He swung his sword quickly, and a ray of sword energy blasted into Zhang Taiyan's flying head. He watched the other party's head being cut in half, then turned into blood and gradually melted.

He put away the bloody knife and put it into the space.

After thinking about it, he picked up a branch and opened Zhang Taiyan's torn robes, picked up a small package, and then picked up the long sword which was still as smooth as jade. He knew that this was a good thing, so he put it all into the space.

Zhou Ping'an looked up at the sky, and his mental power swept in all directions, covering an area of ​​two hundred feet.

He raised his palm to knock down the soil, creating a deep pit. He waved his hand to stir up a strong wind, which swept all the tiny spots of blood and Zhang Taiyan's remains and bones into the pit, and then filled it with soil to bury it.

Seeing that the scene was no longer conspicuous, Zhou Ping'an turned around and jumped, disappearing into the clouds and flying away.

When the work is done, I will leave without leaving any name behind.

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Only about thirty breaths passed.

As the river breeze blew, the moisture on the hillside became thicker, wetting the wild grass.

The night is darker.

At the foot of the hillside, among the dead trees, where the moonlight shone, a white-haired head suddenly emerged from the ground with a whoosh.

The head had white hair and eyebrows, and there were some water stains on the white beard.

He raised his head, picked up the wine gourd, took a sip, exhaled a long puff of white steam, put on the curved-handled wooden cork, and then patted his chest in shock.

"What a fierce little kid. Haha, he really has some of my style. He does things flawlessly and leaves no room for any trouble. He is indeed a good candidate."

The old man's Taoist robe was washed gray and looked dirty, but he didn't care at all. He just shook his body and disappeared from the spot, appearing at the place where Zhou Ping'an had dug the hole before.

The moonlight cast a shadow, and only then could one see that he was not tall, two heads shorter than an ordinary person, and his figure was even thinner.

This person was not at all ashamed of his height and body shape. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, pacing around, looking left and right, and commenting to himself: "The pit was dug well, but the burial was not so good. The grass was not even planted. The method was a bit crude..."

"However, this is just a minor detail. Those two swords were really beautiful. They were even more fierce and brutal than if I had done it myself. My lineage will have a successor."

The white-haired old man laughed for a long time before he stopped smiling. His white eyebrows slightly raised, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes: "Isn't it just entering the inner palace cave? When you come out, you look down on this and that.

You actually dared to hurt my beloved disciple. Zhang Taiyan, ah Zhang Taiyan, you deserved to die...

I guess you still want the master to find clues about the murderer and avenge you, so forget about it."

The old man smiled strangely.

He rummaged around in his arms for a while and pulled out a white, round bead. He chanted some magic words with a slightly solemn expression as he offered up the white bead.

"break……"

With a "hum" sound, the white bead emitted a bright light, covering an area of ​​ten feet in radius, and faint Buddhist chanting could be heard.

Countless black air and blood energy rose into the sky and turned into thick golden light and dissipated.

At the same time, amid the chanting, scriptures flashed by like a waterfall. In the mud, tiny dots of light condensed and gathered together to form a faint shadow.

The figure had clear features and eyebrows, and it was exactly the appearance of Zhang Taiyan.

Under the moonlight, the shadow had a grim face and was filled with resentment. It was swept by the scripture and flickered slightly in the golden light, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating into the void...

At the same time, the white beads exploded with a "pop" sound and turned into white ashes, which were scattered on the grass and soil, and no traces could be seen anymore.

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Chapter 450: The Real Murderer Behind the Scenes
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The short old man with white hair and beard, after doing this, chuckled, twisted his body, sank into the ground and disappeared.

This time, the next moment his figure disappeared.

A strong wind swept through the sky.

A huge black bird with a very wide wingspan appeared in the air, covering half of the mountain and the river.

Black light flashed.

On the hillside, a middle-aged Taoist in black robe appeared with a cold and stern face as sharp as a knife.

The Taoist held a sword behind his back, and his aura was cold and chilling.

He just frowned and looked around, his eyes fixed on the burial site on the hillside.

Before he could make the next move.

In the distance, there was another cloud of light, coming across the sky.

A drizzle of rain fell, and on the hillside, there appeared a middle-aged man with five long beards and a dignified face, like an elegant gentleman.

However, this gentleman's expression was not very good, and there was anger hidden in his eyes which were narrowed into slits.

"Brother Mingxiao, the rescue signal is right here. Can you tell whether Brother Taiyan is alive or dead?"

This question has not been asked yet.

Fang Chengdong actually already had the answer in his mind. It had only been a short time since they left the cave, and the three of them agreed to wait and see for a while to see how the situation turned out before taking any action.

As a result, Zhang Taiyan hurried down the mountain as if he was rushing to the underworld.

He finally died in this desolate mountain and hills, without a sound.

Gu Mingxiao stretched out his sleeves and flicked them.

A strong wind suddenly blew up on the hillside.

This strong wind came out of nowhere and its trajectory was also very clever.

It didn't disturb the grass or soil, but instead blew out a big hole, revealing some broken bones and blood.

There is no soil to hide.

The familiar aura could no longer be hidden from the two's perception.

"It was the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Knife that injured me. My muscles dissolved into blood, and my bones shattered into sand..."

Gu Mingxiao's voice was slightly sharp, with a hint of metallic sound, which made people's eardrums feel very uncomfortable, as if it was going to penetrate their foreheads.

However, precisely because of this unique voice, it is impossible to tell whether he is happy or angry.

He reached out his hand, grabbed a wisp of air, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and then said: "The enemy left early, there is not much information in the air."

There was a gleam in Gu Mingxiao's eyes.

In fact, he smelled a lot of things, including abnormal fluctuations in clouds and water vapor, and a smell of alcohol that slowly dissipated.

But there is no need to talk about this.

After all this talk, it involves our own sect, which is not very interesting.

In fact, he didn't think that this was an internal conflict within his own sect.

The reason is very simple.

The elders of the inner court are much stronger than the elders of the outer court, not to mention the other disciples.

Even if they wanted to fight among themselves, they couldn't.

Besides, the traces of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in front of us are too obvious. It is basically clear who the murderer is, and there is no need to make any more guesses and create unnecessary trouble.

"The Blood-Transforming Knife again? In Guangyun City, one of our family's true disciples also died from this knife. It seems that Lord Cui is indeed a bit shady.

Even if he didn't do it himself, he is definitely not immune from responsibility."

Fang Chengdong said coldly: "It's just that the guy has been hiding in the formation in the mansion. Judging from his momentum, it seems that the Blood God is about to be truly accomplished.

The second spiritual tide had just started, and there was really nothing we could do to stop him...

No, even if Cui Guangling is a fool, he would not attack the elders and disciples of our Yunshui Sect one after another. He does not have the courage. "

At this point, Fang Chengdong became confused again.

Evidence that appears on the surface often cannot be used directly as evidence.

Some people like to create confusion and lead others to investigate in the wrong direction.

This kind of thing not only happens frequently in the secular world, but also happens more frequently in the martial arts world and the world of cultivation.

Because no one knows which school or faction has unique means to disguise and impersonate certain people.

Even if you see it with your own eyes, you still have to remain a little skeptical.

What's more, it was just the marks of injury left by the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword.

"Could it be that he is using a knife to kill someone?"

Gu Mingxiao shook his head and laughed, saying calmly: "Is it to kill someone with a borrowed knife? Junior Brother Fang is proficient in the art of the River Map, and perhaps he can ask the soul that has not yet opened its spiritual orifice and has not yet gathered its divine will...

"Junior Brother Zhang, this is still possible. Just ask his soul and you will know what is going on, right?"

This is also the reason why Gu Mingxiao doesn't care about this matter at all.

He is a demon-shaped disciple.

It sounds nice, but in fact, it is the demon bird under the crotch of Sanyuan Patriarch, the 17th generation disciple of Yunshui Sect.

The Three Yuan Patriarchs have powerful supernatural powers, their martial arts surpass their peers, and their reputation is great.

As a result, his status as a demon bird and pet also became higher. When he met disciples of the same generation, they would call him "senior brother".

However, Gu Mingxiao understood it in his heart.

Superficial respect and inner opinion are actually two different things.

Some people flatter him on the surface and admire his abilities, but deep down they think he is a furry and horned creature with not very good future.

To put it bluntly, I just don't think highly of it.

Therefore, he actually had no feelings for these disciples of the Yunshui Sect.

If this calamity had not been caused by an invasion of demons and barbarians, he would have felt that his chance had come and would not have rushed to be the first batch to leave the immortal cave.

You know, when the spiritual tide has not yet fully revived, this world cannot mobilize too much spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even the True Martial Realm is not much stronger than those masters at the level of heaven and man sensing.

If you really meet a rising hero who has gone against the will of heaven, it is very likely that you will be attacked by others and die in a very meaningless way.

"Under such circumstances, he didn't act cautiously, but instead brazenly used his power to pressure others, trying to do something big and seize the initiative. I wonder what Zhang Taiyan was thinking?"

Thinking of Zhang Taiyan, he immediately gathered all the major foreign affairs elders of the mountain as soon as he left the Immortal Palace, claiming that Huangze County is now a great opportunity, and all disciples and elders should spare no effort to support it.

He even couldn't wait for the elders and disciples. He disliked their slow movements, scolded them, and then went directly to Huangze County alone.

This kind of behavior is too obviously selfish and lacks the demeanor of an elder of an immortal sect.

Although Gu Mingxiao is just a big eagle, he also claims to be an immortal and does not look down on the other party.

However, the other party is now dead. No matter what, I have to fulfill my duty as a "fellow disciple" and help him find the murderer.

Take revenge if you can. If the enemy is too strong, you can only apologize.

"I was just about to ask for divination!"

Fang Chengdong smiled when he heard this, stroked his five neatly combed long beard, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he flipped his palm, and five copper coins appeared.

"Law..."

He muttered something, raised his hand outward, and the five copper coins turned into five long turbid water lights, rushing towards the five directions.

A deep and unspeakable gloomy atmosphere appeared on the hillside.

"what……"

"No, how could there be no?"

Fang Chengdong made the hand gestures, with a look of disbelief on his face. He raised his eyebrows, bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and recited the spell again.

This time, there was movement.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the hillside.

As the shadow took shape, a faint golden light rose from the ground and faint Buddhist chanting could be heard.

The shadow dissipated with the wind, leaving no trace.

click...

There was a sound of breaking in the bushes on all sides.

No need to ask, the coin exploded.

Fang Chengdong spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puff". His breath became a little weaker, and his voice was filled with fear and anger:
"It's ridiculous. The thieves from the Brahma Sect are appearing everywhere. Great, it turns out that the mastermind is here."

Gu Mingxiao was also horrified and moved: "It seems that the root of the matter is here. No wonder Junior Brother Zhang died so quickly. If a master from the Brahma Sect intervened, he would have had a hard time surviving even if he wanted to."

"Go and ask, Junior Brother Zhang has clearly returned to Huangze County, why did he return to Zhaoshan..." Gu Mingxiao suddenly spoke. He felt that it was necessary to investigate this matter. Starting from who Zhang Taiyan had a conflict with, he could basically identify who the enemy was.

Fang Chengdong shook his head, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes: "No need, Senior Brother Gu, the inside story of this matter is actually very obvious...

One hundred years ago, a bloody demon was born in Jiangzhou, causing heinous crimes. Monk Xuanming of the Brahma Sect conquered the demon in Xiling County and gained great merit at that time.

With this reputation, he was immediately selected into the Brahma Sect's Prajna Secret Realm.

Now, a hundred years have passed, and the blood demon has reappeared. Monk Xuanming has also emerged from the Prajna Secret Realm, ready to travel the world and gain more merits to make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds...

The reason is obvious without much thought.”

"What a great monk Xuanming is."

Gu Mingxiao also sighed secretly.

To the lower class people, this world is one with strict order and clear laws.

The more respected and virtuous a person is, the more he will be respected and admired by the world.

The royal family and the immortal sect are high and mighty, respected by the world, and no one dares to disobey them in the slightest.

However, in the eyes of immortal sect cultivators like Gu Mingxiao.

But that's not the case.

What is meant by being highly respected and what is meant by self-cultivation?
In fact, they are all fake.

The road of cultivation is dangerous and unpredictable, with hundreds of boats competing for the current...

There are only so many opportunities, and you have to fight and grab them, not just line up and share the fruits.

Just like luck, if you have more, I have less.

Then can you give me some, please? It’s good for you, me and everyone.
In fact, no.

If I give it to you, maybe you will become a god and live for a thousand years...

But I only have Zhenwu, and I can live for five hundred years, which is considered the good deeds of my ancestors.

This concession lasted for five hundred years.

Who dares to give in, and who is willing to give in?

If someone doesn't fight to the death or even gets hurt, it means he has no ambition.

When the time comes, I will decay like grass and trees and make no further progress, and I cannot blame others.

What's more, if your cultivation is weak and your combat power is low, your enemies will come to you to bully you and shit on your head...

Who can tolerate this situation?

Therefore, in the eyes of the top leaders, this world has always been a world where the strong prey on the weak...

Moral articles and legal regulations are meant to fool others and stop them from fighting.

Only by making the number of enemies fewer and the number of friends more can you gain enough benefits to make further progress and live longer.

"There is nothing wrong with what Monk Xuanming did...

Isn't it just nurturing the enemy to protect yourself?

He subdued the blood demon, and then released it, laying the groundwork for a back-up plan... He did good deeds back and forth, had the power of incense and vows, and had boundless luck, so his methods were naturally very high...

However, this time, they extended their hands to Yunshui Sect, and they could not tolerate it..."

Fang Chengdong thought of his descendant who also died under the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, and his eyes became cold.

"Wait a little longer. As long as we wait until the third spiritual tide, the strength we can exert will be greatly enhanced.

Even if the blood demon hides in the formation, there is no need to be afraid of him. He will certainly be destroyed in both body and soul."

"It's supposed to be like this. The Blood Nerve Technique is unique. When one's spiritual energy is insufficient, as long as the blood pool is deep enough and the blood essence is sufficient, the means used can be vicious and ferocious, and very difficult to deal with.

Fighting him now would be like using one's own weakness to attack the enemy's strength, which is unwise. So, wait patiently..."

The two elders of the inner court looked in the direction of Jiangzhou Brahma Temple, then looked in the direction of Guangyun, sighed, turned around and disappeared into the wind.

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(End of this chapter)