Chapter 1357 Demon Cliff, Wan Xiuzhu!

King Nanxuan showed disbelief in his eyes, but he was not too surprised.

Cultivators who practiced immortal arts originally had the ability to move mountains and fill the sea. In the eyes of powerful cultivators, splitting a mountain was just a piece of cake.

When King Nanxuan was at the peak of his cultivation, he could easily change the world with a thought.

Having just seen Ye Chunyang's methods, King Nanxuan did not doubt his strength.

While King Nanxuan was thinking this, a loud rumbling sound came from the front, and the mountain peak trembled violently. Eighty-one swords gathered into one and slashed on the mountain.

Countless rocks and broken trees flew, startling a group of birds and beasts.

If someone was here, they would be shocked.

The entire mountain peak was divided into two halves by Ye Chunyang's sword, forming a natural moat in the middle. From a distance, it was more spectacular than the life and death stage of the Cangyuan School.

"Fellow Daoist Ye is so powerful!"

King Nanxuan admired sincerely.

With his top cultivation, he could certainly do this, but he couldn't do it as simply as Ye Chunyang.

It was obvious that Ye Chunyang's sword formation had been cultivated to a high level of unity between man and sword.

Ye Chunyang didn't say much. After retracting the swords, he squinted his eyes and looked at the open mountain, releasing his mind to slowly explore.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, his heart moved, and then his body flashed and flew into the open mountain.

King Nanxuan's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have discovered something. He swung his snake body and controlled his life scales to follow.

Not long after, a bright light escaped into the sight, and Ye Chunyang stopped and looked down in mid-air.

Dots of rainbow light flickered, and a closer look revealed that it was actually pieces of thumb-sized crystal stones like water drops floating, densely spread in the belly of the mountain.

Looking down from above, it seemed like a suspended lake, beautiful and magnificent, like a fairyland.

"Soul crystal!"

Ye Chunyang sensed it for a moment and was overjoyed.

These crystals emit extremely strong soul power fluctuations, each of which is comparable to a section of a spiritual tree. If you absorb and practice here, your soul power will definitely improve greatly.

"From these floating soul crystals, this is indeed the soul lake from tens of thousands of years ago."

King Nanxuan was also very surprised.

He flashed and swooped down, with his snake body coiled in the center of the soul lake.

"These soul crystals have existed since ancient times, and they gather into the soul lake, which has a great effect on nourishing the soul. However, it seems that the existing soul power is scarcer than tens of thousands of years ago, and the number of soul crystals is far less than that of the past. It seems that they have dissipated with the passage of time."

After a slight perception, King Nanxuan said: "It is ridiculous that Hanfeng Dongtian guards such a fairyland without knowing it."

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows and took Ye Xiaobao down: "In any case, this place is enough for us to practice for a while."

Ye Chunyang didn't know what the soul lake was like tens of thousands of years ago, and he was not interested in investigating, but with the soul power contained in this place, it was enough to condense a second soul in Xiaobao's body.

"Since ascending, my soul has remained in the early stage of out-of-body. I wonder if I can break through the middle stage this time with this place?"

Ye Chunyang thought secretly.

After practicing soul arts for several years, Ye Chunyang knew that every time a soul cultivator breaks through a realm, the magical powers he possesses will become more mysterious.

When reaching the middle stage of the Out-of-Body Stage, the soul will be more resilient. No spell can hurt him unless it is a high-level spell.

Ye Chunyang looked at King Nanxuan who was not far away. The old demon had been severely injured by some kind of injury, and his soul was greatly damaged. At this time, he could not wait to absorb soul power to recover.

Then he waved his hand, and several array flags swirled out, isolating the surroundings. He took Ye Xiaobao to sit cross-legged opposite him, pointed at his eyebrows with two fingers, and the soul escaped from his body.

When in the human world, Ye Chunyang had cultivated two souls, but unfortunately the second soul fell when he ascended. Although it was not easy to rebuild it, Ye Chunyang had great confidence with the help of the soul lake here.

As the soul refining technique was running, invisible waves immediately formed around him, spreading like water ripples.

And the surrounding soul crystals were also consumed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If King Nanxuan saw this scene, he would probably find it difficult to calm down.

In contrast, he absorbed the soul power from the soul crystal to nourish his soul, and it took a long time to consume one, but Ye Chunyang was like a whale swallowing water, and in less than a moment, the number of soul crystals in the soul lake was reduced by a part.

Of course, this was because he was also condensing the second Yuanshen while strengthening his main soul, which was equivalent to practicing with two people at the same time, and the soul power required was naturally several times larger than that of ordinary people.

Moreover, the soul refining technique that Ye Chunyang practiced was an ancient soul technique in the human world, with all kinds of incredible magical powers, so it was not surprising to have such an abnormality.

The people in Hanfeng Dongtian were frightened by Ye Chunyang's killing, and they had already left one after another. The whole mountain was deserted and quiet.

However, if someone with a keen sense of consciousness passed by here, he would find that there seemed to be a spiritual energy rising slowly in the surrounding mountains, gathering in a certain direction in the mountains.

And the mountain in the deep mountains that was split by Ye Chunyang's sword became quiet from then on, and no fluctuations were seen.

Time passed day by day, and several months had passed unknowingly.

While Ye Chunyang was cultivating his soul in the Soul Lake, two figures were facing each other in the sky on a mountain somewhere in the Silver Moon Country.

In the sky, an old man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back. He looked ordinary and unkempt, and there was not much spiritual energy fluctuation on his body. He looked like he was only at the Dao Foundation Realm.

But standing in the air, the old man in the black robe naturally exuded the aura of a strong man, and his eyes flashed with a faint brilliance, like a hero standing proudly in the sky.

Opposite the black-robed old man, there was also a white-haired old man. He had kind eyes and a flowing green Taoist robe. He was a little gentler than the black-robed old man, but the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body were extremely powerful, causing the void to twist and tremble.

Such an aura is not possessed by a cultivator in the Transformation Realm. Only a strong man in the Golden Core Realm can possess it.

And the face of the green-robed old man was very familiar. It was Qingmu, the supreme elder of the Cangyuan Sect.

"Daoyou, are you really determined to do this?"

The two confronted each other for a long time. Qingmu finally looked at the black-robed old man and sighed.

"Hehe."

The black-robed old man had a smile on his calm face: "I came all the way to Cang Yuan Sect just to challenge you. Could it be that Grand Elder Qingmu is afraid and wants to avoid fighting?"

"Afraid?"

Qingmu was not angered by the black-robed old man. He shook his head calmly and said: "At our level, it is meaningless to compete for strength and victory. Seeking immortality and asking for the way is the right way. Since you have come from afar, I advise you to go back, so as not to ruin hundreds of years of practice."

A group of Cang Yuan Sect elders and disciples gathered at the foot of the mountain. They were stunned when they heard this.

Some people even couldn't help but say: "Isn't this old man only at the Dao Foundation Realm? How dare he challenge Grand Elder Qingmu? The Grand Elder is so polite to him?"

"You don't know yet? It is said that this person is a soul cultivator. This kind of cultivator mainly cultivates the soul, so most of the spiritual power cultivation is not high."

A person next to him spoke slowly, as if he knew some inside information about this matter.

"Soul cultivation? So what? The Grand Elder is a Jindan cultivator, the strongest man in the Silver Moon Country. What ability does he have to dare to come and slap him in the face?" Someone said unconvinced.

"We don't know what this person is capable of, but according to the boy from Cangyuan Peak, after the other party met the Grand Elder, the Grand Elder came out to challenge him." The insider said in a low voice.

"The Grand Elder is a Jindan cultivator, but he actually accepted his challenge. Could it be that this person's soul technique can compete with Jindan cultivators?"

Many people exclaimed.

The various opinions below the mountain did not affect the two people on the mountain at all. The old man in black robes was unmoved when he heard what Qingmu said. After a while, he smiled faintly and said, "My challenge is not limited to you, but just started with you. As for these hundreds of years of Taoism, you may not be able to defeat me, so how can you talk about destroying it?"

Qingmu frowned.

The other party's tone was arrogant, and he didn't mean to take him seriously at all.

However, thinking of the soul cultivation displayed by the black-robed old man when he challenged him before, such arrogance is reasonable.

"Forget it, since you insist on fighting, why not let me fight with you?"

"Since I have cultivated to the golden elixir, I have not fought with anyone for many years. Today, I am lucky to meet you, the soul cultivation master, and this battle is also a blessing for me."

Suddenly Qingmu's momentum changed.

His slightly hunched body slowly stood up. At this moment, he looked more like a sharp sword than an old man.

After cultivating to the golden elixir, he had long become calm and introverted, but this did not mean that his sharpness had been worn out, but like a treasured sword that had been collected, it was just now that he showed his edge.

The black-robed old man raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of interest.

"If there is anyone in the Northern Territory who deserves my attention, Qingmu Daoyou should be one of them." The black-robed old man chuckled.

As he spoke, there were wisps of red flames in his eyes, causing ripples in the void.

"Oh? Really?"

"In that case, I am honored, but it's a pity that I don't know your name yet?"

Qingmu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he had a great fighting spirit.

"I am Wan Xiuzhu!" the black-robed old man said.

"Wan Xiuzhu?"

Qingmu's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he remembered something, and blurted out: "Tianmo Ya, Wan Xiuzhu?"

The black-robed old man smiled and said nothing.

"I didn't expect that you are the famous Tianmo Master."

Qingmu took a deep breath and suddenly became solemn.

The name of Tianmo Master Wan Xiuzhu may be unfamiliar to many people, but it is very familiar to them, the older generation of cultivators.

This person's reputation once shocked a region, and he was as famous as the respected soul master "Mo Shangren".

"No need to waste time, my challenge starts with you. Regardless of success or failure, after today, I will never step into the Cangyuan Sect again."

After the black-robed old man finished speaking, a fire suddenly shone in his eyes.

On the opposite side, Qingmu also suddenly became serious and flew into the air.

Through a layer of clouds and mist, the elders and disciples below the mountain could not see what was happening above. They only felt that the whole mountain was shaking, and countless rays of light shot out. The scene was so grand that it made people's hearts sway.

But not long after, the mountain suddenly became quiet, without a single light.

When everyone was surprised, they saw an old man in a black robe, with a disciple, walking down the mountain slowly with his hands behind his back.

He had a transcendent temperament, his clothes were not messy, and his slow steps were as if he was walking in his own back garden.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Cangyuan Sect took a breath and looked at the top of the mountain with deep disbelief.