Chapter 810 Great Thousand Sword Formation

The old man had long eyebrows and white beard, and was wearing a fiery red Taoist robe. He naturally exuded a subtle and sharp sword intent. He was the Burning Heaven Sword Sect's Burning Heaven Patriarch.

The title of Burning Heaven was not the old man's real name, but was used by all the great elders of the Burning Heaven Sword Sect. Those who could achieve this position were superior to others in the sword cultivation.

That was why Ye Chunyang paid a little attention to him.

At this time, the Burning Heaven Patriarch also raised his head and looked at him. Perhaps because of his face, the old man was serious, but after looking at Ye Chunyang for a while, he also waved his hand and a jade slip fell in front of Ye Chunyang.

"I don't have any treasures to give you, but I heard that you also practiced the immortal sword, and the method in this jade slip should be suitable for you."

The Burning Heaven Patriarch said lightly, and then he kept silent.

Ye Chunyang was slightly surprised, but still took the jade slip and released his spiritual sense to explore it.

After a look, he frowned slightly, showing a look of surprise.

"How is it, are you satisfied with the method in this jade slip?"

Seeing Ye Chunyang's expression, the old ancestor Fentian couldn't help but smile proudly, saying: "Speaking of which, the things in it are also hard-won by me. If it weren't for your ability to compete with the late stage of Jindan, I would never give it to you."

Ye Chunyang nodded calmly, without saying anything, and put the jade slip into the Qiankun bag with a backhand.

Seeing this, the old ancestor Fentian's eyes flashed with brilliance, but he didn't say anything more.

But no one knew that when he withdrew his gaze, a sneer flashed across his face.

The jade slip he gave to Ye Chunyang was an ancient sword formation method. This method seemed high-level, but it was actually difficult to comprehend. Even he had been unable to comprehend it for many years. It was like a chicken rib to carry it with him. Now giving it to Ye Chunyang would not only bribe him, but also not lose face in front of the various sects. Such a thing of killing two birds with one stone naturally made him extremely happy.

"This method is indeed unique. I just need this kind of magical power. Thank you, Fentian Daoist." Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed, and then he said thank you calmly.

The old ancestor Fentian looked cold and arrogant, and closed his eyes after a snort, not wanting to talk to Ye Chunyang at all.

The obscure conversation between the two made everyone suspicious. They kept looking at each other and were curious about the skills in the jade slip of the old ancestor Fentian.

Ye Chunyang did not explain anything. After collecting the jade slip, he sat down in his original position. Then the ten major sects on the border and the sects of the righteous and evil ways also gave him some treasures one after another. They seemed to be of great value. However, in Ye Chunyang's eyes, except for the few items given by the old man Xuqiong and the old ancestor Fentian, there was nothing else he could see.

But taking this opportunity, Ye Chunyang also got to know more about the late Jindan cultivators of other sects.

Among the ten major sects, in addition to the old man Xuqiong from Tianxu Sect, the Juling Sect and Qingyu Sect also have a late-stage great cultivator respectively. The former is taciturn, a middle-aged scholar with long flowing bun, and the latter is a fair-skinned boy, which is very inconsistent with the loose Taoist robe on his body and looks funny.

In addition, there is a woman and an old man with an old face from Fuling Island and Yushou Mountain in the righteous way. The woman has a charming body. She is sitting there, but she seems to be unreal and does not exist. This makes Ye Chunyang think of Yu Lianshan who died in the Dead Wood Immortal Mansion in the Western Regions. Obviously, the two of them practiced illusion techniques.

At this time, it seems that this woman looks similar to Yu Lianshan. Could she be someone close to her?

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Chunyang glanced at the old man from the Beast Taming Mountain on the other side. He was wearing ragged linen clothes and had many cloth bags sewn on them. He looked like a sloppy beggar, but Ye Chunyang knew that these cloth bags were extraordinary. They were all spirit beast bags that had been specially sacrificed. With the unique beast taming method of this sect, the spirit pets raised in each of the old man's cloth bags should not be underestimated.

What attracted Ye Chunyang the most was a middle-aged couple not far from his left hand side. From their dress, Ye Chunyang had already recognized that they were cultivators from Lingyin Sect, one of the ten major sects on the border. The cultivation of these two people was clearly only in the middle stage of Jindan, but the late-stage cultivators treated them with great courtesy, and the degree of politeness was even higher than him. This reminded him of the name of "Lingyin Double Cultivation" that he had heard of before.

"Lingyin Shuangxiu" is a mysterious pair of double cultivation Taoist couples in Lingyin Sect. The man is called Linglong and the woman is called Yinfeng. The skills they practice are extremely mysterious. When they work together, they can surpass the realm and compete with the late great cultivators. Therefore, the two have always been inseparable, but rarely appear in the world. It is somewhat surprising that Ye Chunyang was invited here this time.

"Since Fellow Daoist Ye has agreed to participate in the war, including Fellow Daoist Tianxie of the Demon Dao, the eleven late Jindan cultivators of the Yan and Man tribes have opponents. We can set up other rules with them."

At this time, Gu Xuan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up and looked at everyone and spoke slowly.

"Set up other rules? Does Fellow Daoist Gu Xuan have any good ideas?" Elder Xuqiong asked doubtfully.

"Hehe, they are bullying. If they win the gambling war, they will occupy the mountain gates of various sects and make us bow down to them. If they lose, they will just withdraw from Dongzhou. How can they get such a good deal?" Gu Xuan sneered.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist..."

Huang Ying, Old Ancestor Fentian and the others all looked over, and seemed dissatisfied with this.

Gu Xuan chuckled twice and said, "Don't the Yan and Man tribes have many rare treasures? They were able to break the Fenglingque restriction because of such treasures. If they lose, we will have to put forward some conditions."

Everyone's eyes flickered when they heard the words, but all of them showed greedy smiles, and at the same time, they became more and more motivated, obviously understanding what Gu Xuan said.

After the words fell, Gu Xuan turned to the side of the demons, put away his smile and said indifferently: "Moruo, although you and I have been fighting internally, we have signed an alliance agreement before this. You'd better notify Tianxie as soon as possible and let him come out to participate in this war. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the four sects of your demons will not be able to resist when all the sects join forces."

"Are you threatening me, fellow Daoist Gu?" Moro's face turned cold.

"Whether it's a threat or a reminder, a man who knows the times is a hero, and he must not want to offend all the sects in Dongzhou because of this little thing." Gu Xuan shrugged without comment and said with a sneer.

How could Moro not hear the meaning of Gu Xuan's words, and his face immediately became ugly.

Now the ten major sects on the border have reached a consensus with the righteous path. The two tribes of Yan and Man are the biggest threat to the sects on the border. At this critical moment, the assistance of the righteous path is particularly important. They will never allow any unexpected events to occur. Moro has no doubt that if he makes any unusual moves, the ten major sects will definitely suppress him together with the righteous path. At that time, even if Tianxie Demon Venerable has great magical powers, it will be difficult to deal with so many late-stage cultivators.

"Hmph! Don't bother with this matter. When we return to the Demon Sea, our sect will naturally report to the Lord." After weighing it in his heart for a few times, Moro finally snorted coldly, but he did not admit defeat.

Gu Xuan, Huang Ying and other righteous cultivators sneered and did not bother with them any more.

No one noticed that when the two sides confronted each other, a hint of obscurity flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes. But he also did not reveal anything, and still sat in his original position, and no one could see what he was thinking.

"The time agreed with the Yan and Man tribes is one month later. Since all the fellow Taoists have no objection to this matter, we will choose a day to go to Fenglingque, and then we will have a life-and-death battle with the Yan and Man tribes. The honor, disgrace, rise and fall of each sect depends on this!" Gu Xuan finally looked at everyone and said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Moro stood up first, said goodbye, and left without looking back with Yuankui Lao Mo and others.

The faces of the late Jindan cultivators were different, but no one refuted. After talking for a few words, they left one after another.

Ye Chunyang didn't want to stay here any longer. After discussing the details of the battle with several other late-stage cultivators, he left the hall alone.

However, he did not continue to stay in Yunxiao Pavilion, but walked along the streets in the city to a secret place, and finally stopped at a dark alley, stretched out a hand and gently wiped the wall.

His five fingers flashed with spiritual light, and soon a mark like a white cloud and a line of obscure small words appeared on the wall.

Ye Chunyang looked at the mark, smiled slightly, and then waved his hand, the mark and the handwriting disappeared quickly, and then his figure disappeared in a flash.

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About five or six days later, Ye Chunyang appeared outside a large manor. The building here was familiar. It was the intelligence base "Juxing Manor" planted by Feixianmen in the central part of Dongzhou.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a white-skinned and beautiful Taoist nun and an old man in the foundation-building period wearing a brown robe came out to greet him. After seeing him, they immediately bowed and said with a smile: "Su Qin greets Senior Brother Ye. We have been waiting here for a long time on the orders of Senior Brother Hua Yun."

"I know, I found the mark you left in Tianyang City before, and I just needed a quiet place to retreat, so I came here."

Ye Chunyang nodded, without any polite words to the woman, and walked straight into the manor after waving his sleeves.

Su Qin and the old man followed behind respectfully.

"I will practice for more than a month. Don't disturb me no matter what happens." Ye Chunyang turned around and told the two of them when they arrived at the door of a quiet room.

Su Qin and the others naturally did not dare to disobey, and hurriedly responded and passed on Ye Chunyang's order. Soon, there was no movement within a few miles around the quiet room, and only Ye Chunyang was there.

Ye Chunyang was very satisfied with this. He immediately closed the door and sat quietly on the practice platform. Then he flipped his sleeve and a green light flew out. It turned out to be the jade slip that the Burning Heaven Ancestor had given him before.

Staring at the jade slip for a moment, he raised his hand and threw it. Several spells were cast, and the jade slip immediately glowed with a rainbow, and a dense small seal script emerged, with four eye-catching golden characters in the front.

"Da Qian Sword Formation!"