Nine Turns Sword God

Chu Shaoyang pondered for a moment, thought of the empty ring in his arms, and smiled lightly: "No need to bother."

"I'll take the first step, and you can follow. I will have my own way to deal with them."

After that, he turned around and walked up.

The pressure was insignificant and could not stop him at all.

Walking as fast as flying all the way, he passed through the crack and arrived inside the Taiqing Gate without leaving a stick of incense.

The sect is so huge that it can’t be seen at a glance.

Only in Zongmen Square, a golden light pillar reached the sky.

That's the breath of an artifact!

He immediately rushed to the square and landed next to the golden light.

Reaching out, the golden light gradually dissipated, revealing a golden alchemy cauldron the size of a palm.

This was the first time he had seen such a small alchemy cauldron.

Xiao Gui is young, but the patterns engraved on this alchemy tripod are actually a picture of mountains and rivers thousands of miles away!

Mountains and rivers stand tall and rivers flow.

I could faintly hear the chirping of insects and birds, as if everything was real.

"Boy, put your hand up."

Zhenshan's voice sounded from the beads in his arms.

Chu Shaoyang pressed his hand on it, and a large number of memories suddenly flooded into his mind.

That was the memory of Lin Taiyi, the leader of the Taiqing Sect.

A casual cultivator was born weak and sickly, and was looked down upon by all.

But he refused to admit defeat, relying on his strong talent and perseverance to study the alchemy method painstakingly.

From a small handyman disciple to a core disciple step by step, he finally became the sect leader.

He inherited the Taiqing Sect's most precious treasure, the eighth-grade artifact Shanhe Ding, and became the only saint-level ninth-grade alchemist in this space.

However, the enemy is too strong and there is a mysterious force to help, so the Taiqing Sect cannot escape the fate of destruction.

When all the dust fell to the ground, Lin Taiyi sat down here and died, leaving only the Mountain and River Cauldron here.

Chu Shaoyang opened his eyes again and sighed: "A hero has ended up like this."

"I, Chu Shaoyang, swear to God that if I get this alchemy cauldron today, I will definitely restore the glory of the Taiqing Sect!"

Buzz——

The alchemy cauldron buzzed, as if sensing his thoughts, a hot power came out.

"Shanhe Cauldron recognizes you."

Zhenshan Beast was very excited: "Take a drop of your heart's blood and blend it with the original soul power in the sea of ​​consciousness and the elixir cauldron, and you can become the master of the mountain and river cauldron."

"This is a way to make the seventh-grade and above artifacts recognize their owners."

In ancient times, there were no grades one to nine, only three grades: low, middle and high.

As for the seventh-grade artifact, it has just reached the advanced level. The difficulty of refining it has increased several times, and it is even more difficult to identify its owner.

Only by being recognized by the artifact and integrating blood and soul with the artifact can we truly control it.

Chu Shaoyang was not in a hurry to let Danding recognize its master, but took out two formation talismans from Gui Lao's empty ring.

These are two of the six key formation talismans, sealing the seventh-grade holy formation.

As long as it is activated with force, the formation in the talisman paper can be activated, and all warriors in the Holy King's territory can use it.

He placed the two formation talismans under his feet, then sat cross-legged and began to let the alchemy cauldron recognize its master.

The golden stream of light was like an upside-down Milky Way, constantly blending into Chu Shaoyang's body.

The eighth-grade artifact Mountain River Cauldron can not only be used to refine elixirs, but can also play a suppressive role.

Jin Ke can transform mountains and rivers and directly suppress his opponents.

Retreat can protect a small area and resist all attacks from the ninth level of the Saint King Realm or even below.

It has extremely strong suppressive power against the spiritual flames of heaven and earth, and the success rate of refining is greatly increased!

"Shaoyang!"

Lin Qingyao's call sounded, and everyone finally arrived.

Chu Shaoyang said calmly: "You guys retreat behind me."

Although everyone was puzzled, the pursuers behind him were chasing him closely, so they could only seek Chu Shaoyang's protection and hide behind him.

The world passed quickly until after a cup of tea, a large number of people rushed into Taiqing Gate.

"That little beast is there!"

A Holy Palace disciple pointed in the direction of Chu Shaoyang and shouted.

Qi Yun took a look and instantly saw the eighth-grade alchemy cauldron above Chu Shaoyang's head.

"Eighth-grade artifact!"

"It must be Taiqingmen's sect-suppressing treasure, the Mountain and River Cauldron!"

His eyes were full of greed: "Only I am worthy of such a treasure!"

"Kill you, and the alchemy cauldron will be mine!"

Qitian activated his bloodline power, and countless bones pierced the flesh and blood, forming a bone armor!

Boom!

With one foot, the void resounded, and his figure was like a cannonball, and he instantly rushed in front of Chu Shaoyang!

"die!"

Qi Tian punched out, and the bones in his fist stood up with barbs, which made people feel chilly.

Chu Shaoyang opened his eyes slowly, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Did you hurt me?"

The mountain and river cauldron above his head roared, and the mountain and river patterns engraved on the alchemy cauldron rose into the sky, unfolding a barrier to protect Chu Shaoyang.

when!

The fist hit the barrier, and the barrier just caused countless ripples.

However, Qi Tian was directly knocked away, the bone armor on his arms shattered, and blood flowed freely!

"It's the power of the Mountain and River Cauldron!"

He stared at Chu Shaoyang angrily and roared: "What kind of skill is it to cower under the protection of a divine weapon?"

"If you have the guts, come out and fight me!"

Chu Shaoyang sneered: "If I want to kill you, I can only kill you with one sword."

"There are not enough people now, and it's not time to take action."

Qi Yun was stunned at first, then suddenly sneered: "You still want to wait for everyone to arrive and catch us all in one fell swoop?"

"It's just wishful thinking!"

He looked down at Chu Shaoyang and said with a proud look on his face: "There is a world of difference between the Holy Palace and Xueyun Palace, and so is the gap between you and me!"

"Even if you are protected by the treasure, it is only a matter of time before I kill you."

"Since you are so arrogant, then I will help you. When everyone arrives, you will be besieged to death by everyone!"

Chu Shaoyang didn't bother to pay attention to him and concentrated on recognizing his master.

Qi Yun snorted coldly and was waiting for the remaining people to arrive.

Within an hour, everyone in the secret realm rushed here.

In addition to the warriors who were suppressed by the power of Tianlu, a total of 324 people set foot on Taiqingmen Square.

"Master Qi."

A middle-aged man wearing a black robe and with a strange aura walked slowly over.

"Leader Yan, you came just in time!"

Qi Yun stared at Chu Shaoyang coldly: "He was one step ahead and has already mastered some of the power of the artifact."

"How about we join forces to kill him first, and then use our skills to fight for the artifact?"

"That's exactly what I meant."

Leader Yan's eyes flashed with awe-inspiring killing intent: "He killed my best friend and also took away the formation talisman in his hand."

"He must pay for this debt with his life!"

Taichu Holy Palace and the Loose Cultivators Alliance reached a cooperation.

Only the people from the three major families deliberately retreated to the outside and did not dare to approach rashly.

"This is bad."

A member of the Ye family was extremely anxious: "The Taichu Holy Palace has joined forces with the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, and we are no match for him at all."

"No matter how strong Chu Shaoyang is, he can't defeat three hundred warriors with one person. He will definitely die here!"

"Aren't Sisters Qingyao and Qingfu going to be buried with him?"

Another tribesman sighed helplessly: "Even if the three of us join forces to help Chu Shaoyang, this meager strength is still no match for them."

"No one can save them."

The disciples of the two major forces have already surrounded Chu Shaoyang and the others.

Eleven versus three hundred, the gap is huge!