Chapter 666: Xieming Cult, a crisis for the town?

Outside the Buried Sword Valley, more than 300 miles away.

There is a small town here.

The name of the town is Baimu Town.

This is an ordinary and quiet town, as if isolated from the world, not disturbed by the outside world.

The residents here live a life of working from sunrise to sunset, and the relationship between them is harmonious and close, just like a big family.

When Luo Yao stepped into this town, an inexplicable sense of intimacy surged in his heart.

He strolled on the streets of the town. The houses on both sides were simple and elegant, and the trees on both sides of the street were lush and green, giving people a sense of tranquility and harmony.

He came to an inn and planned to rest here.

The owner of the inn was a middle-aged man with a kind face and warm hospitality.

When he saw Luo Yao, he immediately came forward and greeted him warmly: "Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel? We have the best guest rooms here, and you will be satisfied."

Luo Yao nodded and said, "Arrange a guest room for me."

The boss quickly agreed and personally took Luo Yao to a clean and tidy guest room.

Luo Yao put down his luggage, sat on the bed, and began to think about his next plan.

He knew that although he had obtained a lot of sword inheritance, he still needed a long time of practice and understanding to truly master this power. In this process, he needed a quiet and safe place to practice so as not to be disturbed by the outside world.

Baimu Town is a suitable place.

It is far away from the hustle and bustle, the environment is beautiful, and the residents are simple and unpretentious, which will not cause him any trouble.

So Luo Yao decided to stay here and start his practice journey.

In the following days, Luo Yao would come to a mountain forest outside the town to practice every morning.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, condensed his sword intent on the tip of the sword, and exuded a sharp and profound sword intent to the surroundings.

As time went by, his sword intent became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding trees seemed to be attracted by this sword intent and moved closer to him.

Every time at this time, Luo Yao would feel a powerful force coming from all directions and pouring into his body.

His sword intent also became stronger and stronger under the nourishment of this power.

He knew that this was a manifestation of his gradual grasp of the lost sword tradition during his practice.

In addition to practice, Luo Yao would wander around the town and communicate with the residents.

He found that although these residents lived a simple life, they all had a pure and kind quality.

They were helpful and caring for others, which made Luo Yao feel the long-lost warmth and peace.

In this small town, Luo Yao spent a peaceful and fulfilling time.

His sword practice was also steadily improving in this peace.

However, the good times did not last long.

One night, when Luo Yao was practicing in the inn, he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps and shouts from outside.

He hurried out of the room to check the situation, only to see a group of masked men in black clothes wreaking havoc and robbing property in the town.

Luo Yao was shocked, and he knew that these men in black were not good people.

He immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the men in black.

When the men in black saw Luo Yao rushing over, they attacked him one after another.

But Luo Yao's swordsmanship had reached the level of perfection. He easily dodged the attack of the men in black and fought back.

For a time, the open space in front of the inn was full of sword energy and swords.

Luo Yao defeated the men in black one by one with his powerful sword intention and swordsmanship.

But the men in black seemed to be pouring into the town in an endless stream.

Luo Yao knew that something was wrong. He knew that he had to find out the origins and purpose of these men in black as soon as possible to protect the safety of the town.

In the next few days, Luo Yao ran around to investigate the situation of the men in black.

He found that these men in black seemed to be looking for something, and their target was Baimu Town.

Luo Yao's heart sank. He knew that he had to find out their purpose as soon as possible and stop them.

After some investigation, Luo Yao finally found the nest of the men in black, a mysterious cave hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

He immediately went to the cave to investigate the situation and found that there was indeed a huge secret hidden in the cave, a long-lost ancient formation!

This ancient formation exudes a dark and ancient atmosphere, and a bead emitting a faint light is suspended in the center. The bead seems to contain endless power and secrets, which is exactly what the black-clothed man covets.

Luo Yao suddenly understood that this formation and the bead may be the root cause of the crisis in the town.

"Alas, this cultivation world is really chaotic. You can encounter such things in any town..."

Originally, Luo Yao came here.

For, he wanted to find a place to rest.

But now it seems...

It's not possible.

Luo Yao sighed lightly. Although he felt helpless, he knew that he couldn't sit idly by.

If this ancient formation and the bead fell into the hands of the evil, the consequences would be disastrous. Not only would Baimu Town be destroyed, but the entire surrounding area would also fall into turmoil.

He clenched the long sword in his hand, his eyes were firm, and he decided to go deep into the cave to uncover the truth of all this and stop the conspiracy of the black-clothed man.

The cave was intricately built, filled with traps and mechanisms, and the slightest mistake could trigger danger.

Luo Yao, with his keen perception and extraordinary swordsmanship, resolved these crises one by one and went deeper step by step.

Along the way, he also found many traces of men in black. It was obvious that they were also looking for the core of the formation.

Luo Yao was secretly alert and quickened his pace.

Finally, after a difficult journey, Luo Yao came to the deepest part of the cave.

There, the ancient formation shone brightly, and the bead was suspended in the center of the formation, emitting an attractive light.

The leader of the men in black was standing at the edge of the formation, staring at the bead greedily, as if he could have endless power as long as he took it for himself.

"Hmph, a mere mortal, you dare to get your hands on such a divine object?" Luo Yao snorted coldly, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the leader of the men in black, with his long sword pointed directly at his throat: "Tell me, who are you? Why do you want to rob this ancient formation and beads?"

The face of the leader of the men in black changed, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered: "Hmph, you are just a sword cultivator, do you think you deserve to know our identities? If you know what's good for you, just get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Luo Yao was unmoved, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, releasing a trace of The sword energy oppressed the leader of the black-clothed men so much that he could hardly breathe: "Speak or not?"

Faced with Luo Yao's questioning, the leader of the black-clothed men finally showed some fear, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted: "We... We are from the 'Xie Ming Sect'! This ancient formation and beads are treasures that our sect has been looking for for generations. We must take them away today no matter what!"

"'Xie Ming Sect'?"

Luo Yao frowned slightly. Although he knew about the major forces in the cultivation world, he had never heard of this "Xie Ming Sect".

"Hmph, a mere sect that is not in the mainstream dares to covet such treasures? It's simply courting death!"

After saying that, Luo Yao no longer hesitated, and swung his long sword, and the sword light slashed at the leader of the black-clothed men like a streak of silk.

Seeing this, the leader of the black-clothed men hurriedly used his body skills to dodge, and at the same time waved his hand to summon several black-clothed men to besiege Luo Yao.

However, Luo Yao's swordsmanship had reached the realm of perfection, and these black-clothed men were not his opponents at all.

His figure was erratic, and the sword light was like weaving. Each sword was extremely accurate and cut towards the vital points of the black-clothed man.

Soon, the black-clothed men fell one after another, and none of them escaped.

The leader of the black-clothed men was shocked when he saw this. He did not expect Luo Yao's strength to be so strong.

He knew that he could not escape and could only fight to the death.

He roared, and his body was surrounded by black air, turning into a black shadow and rushing towards Luo Yao.

Luo Yao snorted coldly, swung his long sword, and the sword light rushed up like a dragon.

The two rays of light collided fiercely in the air, and a deafening roar broke out.

In the end, Luo Yao relied on his profound sword intention and swordsmanship to successfully defeat the attack of the leader of the black-clothed men and killed him with one sword.

As the leader of the black-clothed men fell, the black-clothed men in the cave lost their fighting spirit and fled in all directions.

Luo Yao did not pursue them. He knew that these black-clothed men were just pawns, and the real mastermind behind the scenes might still be watching in the dark.

He turned to look at the ancient formation and the bead, thinking secretly in his heart.

He knew that the bead and the formation contained great power and secrets, and once out of control, it would cause a disaster.

He must find a solution as soon as possible and seal it up.

So Luo Yao began to study the ancient formation carefully.

With his deep understanding of swordsmanship and his superficial understanding of formations, he gradually figured out the operation rules of the formation.

He found that the bead was the core of the formation. As long as it was taken out and properly placed, it could destroy the operation of the formation.

After some efforts, Luo Yao finally succeeded in taking the bead out of the formation.

He felt the majestic power and ancient breath contained in the bead, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

He knew that this bead was definitely not an ordinary thing and must be kept properly.

He looked around and found a hidden secret room in the cave.

With a thought, he put the bead into the storage ring, and then his figure flashed and entered the secret room.

In the secret room, he set up several prohibitions and formations to ensure that the beads would not be easily discovered or stolen.

After doing all this, Luo Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that he had tried his best, and as for the subsequent matters, he could only leave it to fate.

He walked out of the secret room and prepared to leave the cave and return to Baimu Town.

However, when he walked out of the cave, he found that a large number of monks had gathered outside.

They had obviously received the news and rushed to compete for the ancient formation and beads.

Luo Yao's heart trembled, knowing that a war was inevitable.

But he did not retreat. If he retreated, the people in the town would probably suffer.

So, he clenched the long sword in his hand and faced the monks with a firm look.

These monks came from different sects and forces. Some wore gorgeous robes and held strange magic weapons, while others wore heavy armor, like the gods of war.

Their eyes were full of greed and fanaticism, as if Luo Yao in front of them was just a piece of fat meat that was about to be divided.

"Hmph, a mere person dares to stop us?"

A burly monk took a step forward with a sneer, holding a huge battle axe, and surrounded by violent blood and energy fluctuations.

Luo Yao smiled indifferently, raised the tip of his sword, and responded: "Stop? I'm just protecting the peace of this land."

Before he finished speaking, the burly monk shouted, swung his battle axe, brought a gust of wind, and chopped towards Luo Yao.

The other monks also used their methods, and various spells and magic weapons intertwined into one, attacking Luo Yao.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Luo Yao seemed unusually calm.

He shuttled lightly between the attacks, his long sword dancing, and every swing just resolved the crisis, and turned defense into offense, launching a counterattack against those monks.

His swordsmanship was like flowing water, with both the power of thunder and lightning and the delicate and subtle skills.

Each sword contained his deep understanding and unique perception of the sword, which made him at ease under the siege of many monks.

As time went on, those monks gradually found that they could not hurt Luo Yao at all, but were defeated by his counterattack.

They began to feel panic and despair, calling out the names of their companions, trying to seek help.

However, Luo Yao did not give them any chance to breathe.

He flashed and appeared in front of a monk with a higher cultivation. With a swing of his long sword, the sword light penetrated the opponent's body protection aura like lightning, and killed him with one sword.

This sword shocked the hearts of all monks like thunder.

They had never seen such a powerful sword cultivator, and they had never thought that they would be defeated so easily by the other party.

"Stop! We admit defeat!"

A cultivator who seemed to be the leader finally couldn't help shouting.

He knew that if he continued like this, he and others would die in vain.

Hearing this, Luo Yao lowered the tip of his sword slightly, and glanced at the cultivators around him with a cold look: "Admit defeat? Have you ever thought about what will happen to the people in this town when you snatch this ancient formation and beads? Do you have any mercy on the people?"

The cultivators looked at each other and were speechless.

They knew that Luo Yao was right, and they did lose their reason and principles when faced with temptation.

"Go away."

Luo Yao snorted coldly, swung his sword to draw a sword barrier, isolating those cultivators outside.

Then he turned and left, disappearing from everyone's sight.

After returning to Baimu Town, Luo Yao did not say much.

He knew that although he had temporarily calmed the storm, the disputes and greed in the cultivation world would never stop.

He found the people in the town and told them about his experience in the cave and the secrets of the ancient formation and beads.

He also warned them to be careful of the monks and forces that might attack again.

After hearing this, the people were all shocked by Luo Yao's bravery and wisdom, and expressed their gratitude and admiration.

They gathered in the center of the town and held a grand celebration for Luo Yao, thanking him for protecting the tranquility and peace of this land.

Luo Yao stood in the crowd, looking at the plain but grateful faces, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He knew that true power was not only in the superb swordsmanship, but also in the ability to protect the justice and kindness in one's heart and protect innocent people from harm.