Hell Emperor

Chapter 271 Ren Changhong-Sword Art

The Hall of the Underworld, the Sanctuary of Soul Healing.

Ever since he was attacked and his soul was injured, Lin Hanyan has been recuperating here and repairing the injuries in his soul.

For the innocent and injured Shura, the staff of the Underworld Palace took good care of them, and even took out the seventh-grade soul-healing elixir that is rare in the world. After all, no one wants to cause a head-on conflict between the two Yama Palaces. If these thoughts are neglected, The complaining Shura may not know what will happen.

While waiting for her injuries to recover, Lin Hanyan was bored. She rested her head on her hands, wondering what was going on with her master and whether she had used the Landslide and Earthshatter Talisman to find out the real culprit who attacked Shura.

At this time, the chatter of ghosts in the distance also attracted her attention.

"The competition related to the main account is about to begin. If there is no main account, wouldn't we become lonely ghosts who have been expelled? What should we do now..."

"What are you afraid of? With Fairy Miaorou taking action, the Shuras in the Demon Palace can only return in defeat. When it comes to the Nether Spirit Divine Art, who is her opponent? The victory in this competition must belong to us in the Nether Spirit Palace. of!"

"Have you heard? The ones sent by Moluo Palace to compete are Shura Hong and Shura Jie. The former has amazing strength and is the first person among ghosts and immortals. The latter has extraordinary courage and does not hesitate to risk his own life to lure out The real culprit who attacked Shura! With the cooperation of these two Shura, this competition will be difficult..."

"Fairy Miaorou will never be defeated, we have to believe in her! We can't miss this competition, hurry up and have a look!"

After the ghost went away, Lin Hanyan was still thinking about the content of the words, and secretly sighed in his heart:

"So, the master has found the real culprit, the Shuras are safe, and I don't have to stay under the protection of ghosts and immortals. He can obviously stay out of the matter, but for me, he still puts himself in danger... No, let's compete now. Let’s start, I want to go and take a look!”

Thinking of this, she quickly stood up and followed the retreating ghosts to the competition venue.

Around the venue, there were crowds of people, countless ghosts gathered, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

This competition is related to the ownership of the main account of the Underworld Palace, and also related to the existence of the entire Underworld Palace. When the ghosts in the palace learned the news, they gathered one after another to wait for the results of the competition.

Behind the area where the contestants rested, Ren Changhong took a deep breath. Even with her concentration, she felt the power of the hordes of ghosts and immortals outside, roaring like mountains and tsunamis, and still felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Beside her, Ye Jie stood still, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, waiting for the moment when the competition began.

At this moment, a voice from behind broke the tranquility: "Are you afraid? If you are, you should go back as soon as possible. The main account of the Underworld Palace is not something you are qualified to touch."

Following the sound, he saw Su Miao walking slowly, with an unyielding attitude, saying she would defend the main tent of the Underworld Hall no matter what.

Behind her, Fairy Yaoyin also put away her usual laziness. Her hair was tied up high with a golden hairpin, looking dignified and majestic. For this competition, she also used all her strength.

Ye Jie's eyes rested on Yaoyin for a moment. She was not a ghost fairy at all, but a real fifth-level heavenly fairy. She vaguely exuded the aura of the Great Dao, which was very different from the ghost fairies he had seen in the past.

"Can immortals also participate in the competition in Yama Palace?"

Ye Jie scratched his head and couldn't help but ask.

As soon as he said this, Yaoyin smiled faintly at him. Su Miao became anxious and said hastily: "What's wrong with Tianxian? Who said Tianxian can't participate in the competition? Which rule did you see written down?"

Ye Jie could only wave his hand: "I'm just asking casually, Fairy Miaorou, don't worry."

"I think you are in a hurry! Don't even think about finding any loopholes in the rules. The Underworld Palace will not give you this opportunity! Let alone a fairy, even if you change people midway, as long as the incense has not been burned out, the competition time is still It's not over, it's okay too!" Su Miao snorted and stopped looking at Ye Jie.

Ye Jie touched his chin and secretly wrote down the news without saying more.

At this time, Su Miao's eyes fell on Ren Changhong again, and she said unceremoniously: "I gave up to you once at the Ghost Festival, but it doesn't mean that I will give up to you now! You will definitely lose this time, I I guess you should give up as soon as possible. I didn’t expect that there would be someone as rebellious as you among the descendants of Xuannv!”

Ren Changhong also refused to give in: "By lowering your level to be equal to me, does that count as giving in to me? I think you really wanted to win at that time! Who knew that you were not my opponent at all, but you just relied on practicing hundreds of years earlier than me. Nian, it’s just that you have no realm! It’s you who loses in this competition!”

"You..." Su Miao was furious, but Yaoyin on the side caught her in time and dragged her aside, thus avoiding a bigger dispute.

Ye Jie smiled helplessly. If Yao Yin hadn't stopped them, the two might have had a fight before the competition started.

After Su Miao left, Ren Changhong still looked unhappy and was still talking casually. Ye Jie couldn't help but be curious: "Lower your realm? What does that mean?"

Ren Changhong exhaled and explained carefully: "At the end of the ghost festival, the best ghosts in each hall will have a brawl to determine the real ghost ghosts. Generally speaking, the best ghosts in each hall will be selected. The poor candidates are all below the level of Ghost Immortal, with the exception of Su Miao. She has the level of a second-level Ghost Immortal, so after the fight started, she lowered her level to be equal to me, and finally lost to me. "

Seeing Ye Jie nodding from time to time, looking like he was listening attentively, Ren Changhong couldn't help but feel a little funny: "What about you? Aren't you the best ghost agent in Guangwang Palace? Why don't you even know this?"

Ye Jie smiled and did not answer. Fortunately, Ren Changhong did not struggle with this issue and turned to speak: "Speaking of which...how do you know that Fairy Yaoyin is a heavenly fairy? I don't think I told you, right?" Don't tell me that you can tell the difference between ghosts and immortals with your eyesight."

Ye Jie glanced at her and said deliberately: "You are right, I can tell at a glance that she is not a ghost fairy."

"Hey..." Ren Changhong curled her lips. The more Ye Jie said this, the more she didn't believe it. She just thought he was deliberately trying to show off, "How can you have such eyesight? In my opinion, you probably got it from someone." The arrogant Gui Cha heard about it, so he deliberately acted out in front of the fairies. No matter what you do, Su Miao and Yao Yin will not look at you twice. "

Ye Jie stroked his forehead and didn't know where Ren Changhong was thinking.

At this time, Ye Jie suddenly remembered something and asked without any trace: "By the way, I remember, you seem to be a sword cultivator?"

Ren Changhong's mouth twitched: "Did you realize it only now? There are several types of sword cultivators. I am not a sword cultivator who controls a flying sword, but a sword cultivator who holds a sword against the enemy. If you want to see me wield a sword, , then you may be disappointed, my disciple only wields a sword, and my sword is used to kill people."

Saying that, as if he was afraid that Ye Jie would not believe him, Ren Changhong took out the Frost Sword from his waist and swung it skillfully. The blade drew an elegant and moving arc in the air, and the cold light lingered for a long time.

Ye Jie asked again: "Are there many sword cultivators like you in the Xuannv Sect?"

"Of course, the Xuannv lineage has been passed down for more than a hundred generations, and the number of sword cultivators can be imagined. Why do you ask this?" At the end of the sentence, Ren Changhong also felt a little confused and couldn't help asking.

Ye Jie glanced at her, but he didn't hide anything and said what he was thinking: "You have seen the ability of Xingyue Linglong Moth. She can help me steal the skills. Maybe I can also steal one and a half sword moves." "

Ren Changhong looked sideways and sighed: "Xingyue Linglong Moth's ability is really miraculous. Even in the Netherworld Palace, I'm afraid there has never been such a Netherworld magic weapon... It's a pity that her soul disintegrated. Otherwise, With Xingyue Linglong Moth’s level, it is really possible to win this competition.”

Ye Jie was silent. At this time, Ren Changhong smiled boldly: "If you want to learn the sword technique, why do you need to use the power of the Xingyue Linglong Moth? Just say no to me as soon as possible? I can teach you the sword technique."

"Really?" Ye Jie coughed dryly, but he didn't believe it no matter what, "Could it be that you are just like your disciples, waiting for you to teach me the sword skills and then kill me with one sword?"

Seeing Ye Jie not opening any pot, Ren Changhong glared at him, his face as cold as frost: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who do you think I am? I have always told the truth. Now that I realize the mistakes I made back then, how can I do it?" Make the same mistake again? If you don’t want to learn, then forget it, and it will save me the trouble of teaching you, an idiot with dull qualifications.”

Ye Jie quickly changed his words: "Of course I want to learn. Being able to learn a few tricks from Fengyun Ghost is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes. How can you miss it? You are the number one among ghosts and immortals. You can teach them a few tricks casually. It’s enough for me to benefit a lot.”

Under Ye Jie's repeated compliments, Ren Changhong's expression improved a lot. Seeing that he realized his mistake, he did not hesitate, immediately raised his sword and said in a cold voice:

"What I'm teaching you now is the secret skill of the Demon Palace, the Thirteen Swords of Shura! You should watch carefully!"

Having said that, Ren Changhong danced with his sword, his figure was agile and graceful, quick and yet elegant, his sword light was condensed, like a giant in the sky, and every change of sword movement was breathtaking.

Seeing the sword art in his eyes, Ye Jie looked sideways slightly. Rather than saying that Ren Changhong was performing a sword art specifically for killing, it would be better to say that she was dancing gracefully. Every movement showed her unique and independent temperament. With her elegant and charming style, she is only one step away from becoming the swordsman among ghosts.

After dancing the sword skills, Ren Changhong slowly sheathed his sword, his movements were clean and neat, never sloppy, and he spoke slowly: "This is the basic sword posture of Shura's Thirteen Swords. With my current ability, I can only reach the third level at most." Six swords, the sword that covers the eyes of monsters."

After a pause, when Ye Jie was silent for a long time, he thought he was stumped by the sword technique and did not understand the mystery at all. Ren Changhong's momentum weakened, and there was some concern in his words:

"With your talent, it doesn't matter if you don't understand it once. When the competition is over, you can still ask me to learn. Even if I have to teach you ten times and a hundred times, I will not give up. You must know that in order to practice, your talent and magical power are the most important. You are not gifted with magical powers. If you want to learn magical powers, you need to put in thousands of times the effort of ordinary people.”

Ren Changhong's concern was unfaltering, stern, but also revealing a bit of kindness, as if he really regarded Ye Jie as his useless disciple. Ye Jie was silent for a long time, and then he said: "I thought our relationship was , It will only last until the end of this competition, and after that, I’m afraid there won’t be any involvement.”

Ye Jie thought to himself that although the two of them joined forces to participate in this competition for a common goal, after the competition, they would still go their separate ways as Ren Changhong Fengyun Guitui.

Ren Changhong glared at him: "Have you forgotten what I said before? From now on, I will take care of you in the Moluo Palace."

After a pause, she seemed a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "Don't think too much, this is all related to the Netherworld Divine Art! From now on, you will be my sword spike, and it is my duty to teach you the sword art. The right thing to do!”

"Really..." Ye Jie smiled. Although Ren Changhong didn't say it clearly, her attitude had already been conveyed to Ye Jie's heart. She explained everything in full, and there was a bit more tacit understanding between the two of them like family. .

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Ren Changhong's face turned red and he hurriedly changed the subject. He glanced away, not daring to look at Ye Jie, and spoke instead:

"Although you have watched me perform the Thirteen Swords of Shura, you still don't know the secret part of it, so let me explain it to you. The first move of the Thirteen Swords of Shura is called the Heart-cutting Sword. This sword is the starting position of the Thirteen Swords of Shura, and its status is evident. If you want to practice the Thirteen Swords of Shura, you must master the first stance. The second stance is called the Peeling and Eviscerating Sword. The third style is called the Head-Beheading and Tail-Removal Sword. What these two styles have in common is..."

Ye Jie was speechless for a long time, listening quietly to Ren Changhong's explanation of the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Shura, and then completely memorizing the essence.

Her explanation was very detailed. Considering that Ye Jie's cultivation level was only at the late second level, he might not be able to understand some of the complex and complicated parts of performing sword techniques, so she broke down each move and explained it in detail to make it easier for those with low cultivation level. Ye Jie can also feel the essence of the sword technique.

Under Ren Changhong's explanation, even people who have never understood the Thirteen Swords of Shura can successfully learn the sword art.

At this moment, Ye Jie suddenly regretted that he should not have used the Xingyue Linglong Moth hidden in his pocket to learn the Thirteen Shura Swords secretly. He should have listened carefully to Ren Changhong's story and learned this skill on his own.

Feeling Ren Changhong's kindness, Ye Jie was filled with emotion. She didn't hide any secrets at all, and fully showed the contents of the sword technique to herself. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she gave it to everyone.

There are many things in the world, but good intentions cannot be let down. After learning the Thirteen Swords of Shura from a master, Ye Jie's skill level in this move has reached the stage of transformation. He can even hear the mistakes Ren Changhong himself made when practicing the Thirteen Swords of Shura. Even so, Ye Jie still listened carefully, not daring to be distracted in the slightest, with a pious and focused expression.

After a long time, before Ren Changhong finished speaking, he heard three loud bells from the distance, which also heralded that the competition of the Nether Spirit Art was about to begin.

"It seems that the rest will have to wait until the competition is over before I teach you."

Hearing the shouts of ghosts, Ren Changhong couldn't help but sigh.