Chapter 281 Going Deep into the Outer Mountains

As Ye Chunyang left, the city quickly became quiet, as if nothing had happened, and no one knew that the great leader of the Qiankun Sword Sect had died here.

But what was also unknown was that after a long period of silence, a stream of light suddenly flew in from a distance, and two lights and shadows were like rainbows and lightning, approaching this place in an instant.

The light dissipated, revealing two figures.

One was in his forties or fifties, and the other was an old man. Although he looked like he was about to die from a distance, he actually had white hair and a youthful face, and his body was emitting amazing fluctuations. He was a great man in the late stage of magic power.

But the old man was full of anger at this moment. Once he fell, his eyes locked on a certain place, and then he stretched out his hand and saw the sword rainbow flashing, and a dull and lightless broken sword fell into his hand.

Looking at the sword, the old man's eyes were red, full of cold anger.

"Who, who killed my beloved disciple!" The old man tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, his expression almost crazy.

This sword is the Lingxiao Ancient Sword, but at this moment, it is obvious that this once powerful flying sword has lost all its spiritual power and has become no different from scrap metal. There is even no trace of spiritual consciousness on it. The result is clear, and its owner is probably dead!

"Brother, maybe Yu'er lost his magic weapon in a fight with others, but his life is still safe?" said the middle-aged man next to him.

This man is Zhuge Yu's uncle surnamed Sun. Although he said so, the scene in front of him has clearly told him that this is just self-deception.

The old man trembled, his robe fluttered, and he held the Lingxiao Ancient Sword and said hatefully: "When I passed the Lingxiao Ancient Sword to Yu'er, it left a spiritual record. As long as Yu'er is alive, the spiritual record will last forever. Now that the spiritual record has disappeared, it proves that Yu'er is in danger."

The elder surnamed Sun took a breath and frowned.

He showed a look of regret, looked around, and said: "Although Yu'er has not cultivated magic power, his swordsmanship is superior to those of the same level. He also has several secret techniques taught by me personally. Even masters of the initial stage of magic power cannot easily kill him. Moreover, even if the murderer's cultivation is higher than Yu'er, there will definitely be fluctuations in the fight between the two, but there is no trace here. Who is this person?"

"No matter who he is, he killed my beloved disciple. Even if I chase him to the ends of the earth, I will cut him into pieces!"

The old man's magic power was surging, and his hair stood on end with anger.

The old man surnamed Sun had a fear in his eyes. Although they were brothers from the same school, he knew very well that this "Feng Qingzi" was protective of his shortcomings. Zhuge Yu was cultivated by him with countless efforts and was his most proud disciple in his life. Now he was buried by the enemy and died without a complete body. How could he not be angry?

This man had caused chaos in the North Pulse hundreds of years ago, but later he knew that his life was coming to an end, so he sealed his sword and went into seclusion, hoping to comprehend the realm of the golden elixir. Now that he has heard the bad news about his beloved disciple, given his temperament, I am afraid that the North Pulse will set off a bloody storm again.

"Junior brother, don't you have the secret art of searching for souls? Can you find out where the murderer is? If you can catch him, I will owe you a favor!"

Just when the elder surnamed Sun was silent, the old man suddenly looked over and said solemnly.

Hearing this, the elder surnamed Sun was a little surprised. After getting along for hundreds of years, he knew this senior brother's temperament very well. The other party never made promises, let alone owed anyone a favor. Now that he said so, it shows that he is a man of his word.

Elder Sun was a little excited. If it were the past, it would be a great thing to make this person owe him a favor, but now he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Brother, you don't know. I have tried this technique when I got here just now, but this person seemed to be well prepared. When fighting, he cast a spell to collect qi around him, and even my soul-searching technique couldn't detect any traces."

"Asshole! Don't you always brag about how powerful this technique is? How come it's so useless now!"

The old man was furious. If even the soul-searching technique couldn't catch this person, how could he find him in the vast sea of ​​people in the North Vein?

Elder Sun smacked his lips, and after a long silence, he seemed to think of something, and then said: "Brother, it is said that Wutianmen has a soul-gathering secret technique. All disciples have soul-gathering lamps printed in the sect. Even if they die, they can use the soul-gathering lamp to track down the whereabouts of the murderer. It just so happens that I, Junior Brother, was ordered to go to Wutianmen to report to Lingtianjie about the exploration of the ruins of Tianjian Sect. If our two sects reach a cooperation, it should not be difficult to use the secret technique to track down with the help of each other."

"Soul-gathering secret technique?" The old man frowned and said in surprise: "As far as I know, this kind of magic seems to be a secret method of the ghost way. When did Wutianmen master this way?"

"Wutianmen has always claimed to be practicing both good and evil. Not only is it not ashamed, but it is proud of it. It is not surprising to practice another ghost way."

Elder Sun sneered and sneered at Wutianmen's alternative approach.

"Hmph, no matter what kind of monsters and demons the Wutian Sect is, as long as they can help me find the murderer who killed Yu'er, everything will be irrelevant." The old man said: "I will go with you to see what is so wonderful about their soul gathering secret technique. Since that thief dared to kill my disciple, I must destroy his nine clans."

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Beimai Outer Mountain.

From a distance, there are towering mountains and steep cliffs, surrounded by fog, and the vast scenery is like an ancient wasteland.

However, this place is where countless big monsters live, and there are even remnants left over from the ancient times, which can transform into human form and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to become spirits, which are extremely ferocious.

Ye Chunyang has long heard about the dangers of this place, so he dare not go deep easily.

Fortunately, with his current cultivation, it is easy to hunt some monsters below level 2 in the periphery.

He looked around, and drove the weapon for a while, and finally stopped in a valley surrounded by mountains. He used the spiritual weapon to open a stone cave in the middle for temporary practice.

Then, he set up a forbidden magic array outside the cave, inserted a condensed fragrant grass in the middle, and finally sealed the cave for retreat.

Condensed fragrant grass can attract monsters, and the forbidden magic he set up is of the supreme level, powerful enough to strangle a monster beast of the first level.

People have souls, and monsters have demonic energy. After being killed by the magic array, the demonic energy on the monster's body will also be confined in the array.

Unless a second-level monster comes here, this array can be used without any use. Just wait until the practice is completed and then harvest the results.

After arranging everything, Ye Chunyang entered the stone cave with peace of mind. Since he did not plan to stay here for a long time, the temporary cave was a little small and very simple, but Ye Chunyang did not have high requirements for the residence. He only carved out a stone platform and sat down quietly.

After a moment of meditation, he waved his hand to sacrifice the jade gourd, activated the Blood Transformation Treasure Book and the Soul Refining Technique, and his soul escaped into the space.

The space in the jade gourd is clearly divided into different parts. One part is used as a medicinal field, one part is used to store real objects, and the other part is used to seal the skeleton.

Every time Ye Chunyang enters the jade gourd, he carefully detects the skeleton.

This beast practices forbidden techniques, and there is also the soul of the ghost king in his body. He must not let it get out of control, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

Fortunately, although the origin of this jade gourd is unknown, the power of the seal is very amazing. Even if the skeleton is full of ghosts under its restriction, it still cannot escape, so Ye Chunyang is relieved.

After examining it again and confirming that there is nothing wrong with the skeleton, he then walked to the medicinal field and planted all the spiritual grass seeds purchased this time, and then summoned the spirit spoon to fetch water for irrigation.

Most of the spiritual herbs collected this time are medicinal materials for neutralizing demonic energy. It takes a long time to cultivate them, but he is not in a hurry. After all, the main medicine Yintian Zhilan has not been obtained yet, and it is useless even if these spiritual herbs grow quickly.

Holding the spirit spoon and looking at it, he was moved, and his soul escaped back to his body, injecting spiritual power into the spoon.

Since absorbing the Earth Spirit Pearl, the wonderful use of this spoon has also been revealed more. I wonder if more mysteries can be excavated.

However, after he injected his spiritual power, he found that this spoon had nothing else except the ripening fluctuations as before, and he couldn't help but be suspicious.

"This spirit spoon has repeatedly revealed magical powers since I followed it to cultivate Taoism. Its wonderful uses should not be limited to this. Now I have Liuwu Hanyuan Ding and Wuji Wild Fire. I wonder if I can use the spirit-raising technique to melt it into an offensive magic weapon?"

Ye Chunyang's eyes lit up, and he summoned Liuwu Hanyuan Ding in his dantian and cast a spell to lift the ban on it.

With a "puff", Wuji Wild Fire rose in the wind and spread out blazing flames. Ye Chunyang held the spirit spoon, hesitating slightly in his heart. If the smelting failed, would the spirit spoon be in danger of being damaged?

The infinite wildfire is extremely destructive. Although it can be controlled by the Liuwu Hanyuan Ding, the world is unpredictable. Even the cultivators who have practiced the Bagua are difficult to predict. Once the smelting fails, there will be no advantage of ripening spiritual herbs and catalyzing spiritual stones in the future.

Looking at the infinite wildfire and the spirit spoon, Ye Chunyang hesitated for a moment.

But thinking that the Qiankun Sword Sect and the Wutian Sect are pressing forward step by step, with the strength of these two sects, it is difficult for him to be hostile alone. If he does not strengthen his strength, he will be at the mercy of others. If he falls into the hands of the other party, he will be doomed.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang gritted his teeth, silently practiced the skills, and sacrificed the spirit spoon to the cauldron.

This move is of great importance. Before smelting, he set up various protections on the spirit spoon to minimize the risk. Even if the smelting fails, he must do his best to ensure that the spirit spoon is not destroyed.

After making up his mind, he cast several spells and began to sacrifice the cauldron.

There was only the sound of the wind whistling. In the Liuwu Cold Yuan Ding, the boundless wild fire rose step by step and instantly wrapped the spirit spoon. Ye Chunyang was extremely cautious. While precisely controlling the wild fire, he also used the spirit-raising technique with his other hand to gradually smelt it.

The boundless wild fire should not be underestimated. Under such intense refining, Ye Chunyang's face was sweating profusely in a short time, but he did not dare to relax at all. His spiritual power increased steadily, and then his eyes focused, driving the wild fire to decompose from the end of the spirit spoon.

But at this time, the situation suddenly changed. The spirit spoon trembled wildly with a "hum", and the whole body emitted a dazzling silver-white glow. The power was so strong that it was difficult to estimate. In an instant, Ye Chunyang's spiritual power was forced back into his body.

Ye Chunyang's expression changed suddenly.

Before he could stabilize his power, the spirit spoon shook again, and there were only a few "pops". The boundless wild fire seemed to be as frightened as a tiger under the silver light, and quickly retracted into the cold cauldron.

Ye Chunyang was shocked and quickly cast a spell to recall the spirit spoon to examine it carefully.

"The boundless wild fire can burn all tangible things, but I was so afraid just now. Could this treasure be a real immortal magic weapon?"

Ye Chunyang took a breath. He saw the scene clearly just now. Even the boundless wild fire could not melt this treasure. The material might be far beyond his expectations.