Chapter 2371: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 14
Zhulian Town, at the bottom of the cliff.
At the bottom of the huge, bottomless rift, there was a lot of noise at this moment.
Various colors of spiritual lights flickered, the faint light of the talisman, the patterns of the formation plate, and the cold light of the sword intertwined together, making the originally gloomy and dark bottom of the cliff look bizarre.
The air was filled with tension, greed and anxiety.
There were no less than a hundred cultivators gathered around the cliff, including talisman cultivators, formation cultivators, and beastmasters, but the majority were sword cultivators carrying long swords on their backs.
Among them, the people from Tianyan Sect, with their fluttering robes and extraordinary demeanor, immediately became the focus of the entire audience.
Liu Qingcheng stood beside Yun Che, and when he saw so many cultivators, a calculation flashed in his eyes.
"Second Senior Brother!" He turned to the direction of Xie Qingmo, "Didn't you subdue a very powerful monster that can also hunt for treasures? Even if the evil monster hasn't shown up yet, let it come out to look for it. Maybe it can bring us some unexpected surprises and open everyone's eyes."
"After all, as the leader of the righteous sect, we can't let everyone go back empty-handed!"
When these words were spoken, all the monks were shocked.
"Treasure-hunting monster?!"
"Do people from Tianyan Sect have this kind of treasure?"
"Hiss... This is a rare treasure!"
Instantly, suppressed exclamations and greedy whispers were heard all around.
Countless gazes instantly became extremely hot, looking at Xie Qingmo, or more precisely, at the spirit beast bag around his waist.
Among them there were many casual cultivators with cold auras and flickering eyes, their eyes full of covetousness.
Jin Chen clicked his tongue, "Xie Qingmo, why don't you just kill this guy."
One hundred.
Xie Qingmo was just feeling a little angry, but when he heard Jinchen's dissatisfied voice, he curled his lips.
"Liu Qingcheng! You..."
Xing Yan was so angry that his face turned blue. He never expected that Liu Qingcheng would leak such fatal news in such an occasion and in front of so many people!
Isn’t this just putting Second Brother on the fire?
He pointed at Liu Qingcheng, his words stuck in his throat, his chest felt suffocated and he was furious. But when he saw Liu Qingcheng's innocent eyes that turned red in an instant, the words of accusation were stuck in his throat and he almost got internal injuries.
Xing Yan pounded his chest, confusion flashed in his eyes, and he almost hurt himself internally.
Xie Qingmo's expression did not change, and he glanced at Liu Qingcheng, "What does it have to do with you?"
He no longer looked at Liu Qingcheng's pretentious look, and directly said to Yun Che: "Big Brother, there are too many people here, and trouble may easily arise. Act separately."
“Xing Yan, Shi Yan, follow me.” Finally, he looked at Yun Che deeply, and said meaningfully, “Keep an eye on Liu Qingcheng.”
Lan Yi, who was not called, pursed her lips, glanced at Yun Che, then looked at Liu Qingcheng and frowned.
Next time I'll stand closer to Second Brother.
Xie Qingmo turned around and walked towards the relatively secluded rocks at the bottom of the cliff. Xing Yan and Shi Yan followed immediately.
Sure enough, they had just walked a short distance when several figures followed them quietly like leeches and blocked their way.
The leader was a burly man with a scar on his face. He stared greedily at Xie Qingmo's spirit beast bag and said with a grin, "Does the disciple of Tianyan Sect have a treasure-hunting spirit beast? Can you bring it out to show the brothers?"
Xie Qingmo didn't stop and didn't even bother to look at them.
"Xie Qingmo, call me good brother and I will help you beat them." Jinchen spoke in his sea of consciousness.
Xie Qingmo almost stumbled.
He really didn't understand why Jinchen, a sword spirit born from the energy of swords, was so... rebellious.
"Just a rat, don't pay any attention to him," he said.
Jinchen doesn't care.
The Chen sword hanging on Xie Qingmo's waist suddenly unsheathed itself, and the sword body was wrapped in unparalleled sharp sword energy, slashing towards those ignorant cultivators.
"Golden Core Stage Sword Qi?!"
"Not good! Retreat quickly!" The faces of the scarred men changed drastically, and they hastily used their magic weapons to resist.
However, the power of Chen Jian is overwhelming!
“Dang! Crack!”
The sound of magic weapons shattering, screams of pain, and the dull thud of bodies hitting rocks rang out instantly.
The few wandering cultivators who were blocking the way didn't even last a single blow before they were swept away by the violent sword energy of Chen Jian. They fell to the ground in a mess, spitting blood, and looked in horror at the ancient sword that was hovering in the air, emitting a cold light.
The Chen sword drew a sharp arc in the air, and like a guardian god, it hovered steadily one step behind Xie Qingmo, with the tip of the sword pointing obliquely at the ground, humming a warning vibrator.
A deep and cold voice sounded from the void.
"Those who follow will do so at their own risk."
The entire bottom of the cliff seemed to be quiet for a moment.
All the monks who witnessed this scene looked at the ancient sword that was hovering behind Xie Qingmo, which was both spiritual and ferocious, with deep fear in their eyes.
"What a strong sword!"
"…Give birth to spirituality and protect the master on your own!"
Xing Yan and Shi Yan looked at each other and were also shocked.
Second Brother’s sword is not only spiritual, but can also speak!
When he reached the depths of the pile of rocks, Xing Yan took a deep breath and patted his chest hard, with a look of lingering fear and terror on his face.
He looked at Xie Qingmo, "Huh... I'm dying of suffocation! Just now, Junior Brother... How could he say that? Isn't he deliberately bringing trouble to you? I... I wanted to scold him just now, but for some reason I couldn't say it when the words came to my lips. It's really weird!"
Xie Qingmo stopped and looked at Xing Yan's flushed face, and sighed softly, "Stay away from him from now on."
Liu Qingcheng's strange ability has a huge impact on those with weaker wills.
Xing Yan nodded hurriedly, finally believing it, like a chick pecking at rice, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Got it, Second Brother!"
He then looked at the Chen Sword that was hovering behind Xie Qingmo, "Second Senior Brother, your sword... is too powerful! Can... can you show it to me?"
Xing Yan carefully stretched out his fingers and wanted to touch the hilt of the sword.
The body of the Chen Sword shook slightly, making a slight sound, and the tip of the sword slightly deviated in the opposite direction of Xing Yan.
"Xie Qingmo..." Jinchen said softly.
The corners of Xie Qingmo's eyes trembled slightly, and he raised his hand and pressed it on Xing Yan's outstretched wrist, "He doesn't like it."
Xing Yan was a little disappointed, but nodded in understanding, "Oh..."
He touched his sword and said, "I don't know when my sword will become so powerful and able to speak."
Shi Yan also nodded.
Suddenly, a deafening roar full of brutality and cruelty rang out like thunder from the huge dark cave at the deepest part of the cliff, carrying with it a suffocatingly strong and stench of evil.
Countless pieces of gravel were shaken and rolled down, and the weaker cultivators were shaken so much that their blood boiled and their faces turned pale.
"The big demon is coming out!"
"Quick! Over there in the cave!"
"Set up a formation! Stop it!"
Countless figures swarmed towards the cave like locusts.
