Chapter 1540: Sheath of the Sword
uddenly opened his eyes. He quietly pushed open the stone door of his cave abode and glimpsed a slender figure flashing in the mist of Yin Sha Abyss. From the back alone, he could tell it was Shi Jian...The cultivation of the venerable master was already at the peak of the middle stage of Nascent Soul, only one step away from the late stage.
At this moment, he possesses formidable strength comparable to that of a great cultivator!
This secret technique is actually a method of inflicting double harm. Once the technique's duration ends, Venerable Chengyuan must meditate for decades to make up for the depletion.
But he still cast the spell without hesitation.
The opposing side has two high-level experts.
The reinforcements couldn't arrive in time.
The primary function of the temple's protective spirit array is to repel enemies. Since the enemy has already succeeded, they will naturally focus on fleeing. The restricting power of the spirit array will be greatly diminished.
The relic is said to be the result of Master Hongyi's failed breakthrough, and it is easy to associate its function with this.
Master Chengyuan has been stuck at the bottleneck of the Yuan Ying late stage for many years, unable to glimpse the path forward. The meaning of this relic to him is self-evident and cannot be jeopardized.
No matter the cost, I am willing to pay it!
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Master Chengyuan was a highly accomplished monk. It was common for him to sit in meditation for decades at a time. His unwavering mental state was the highest level of existence in the world, and few external things could cause ripples in his thoughts.
At this moment, Master Chengyuan's face was full of murderous intent, his eyes like knives.
The relics are related to the disputes over the great Dao.
Once missed, this life may forever stop here.
When cultivators encounter such an opportunity, they will definitely go all out and fight to the death!
Qin Sang's mind shifted from the relic and landed on Venerable Chengyuan. Sensing a shift in Venerable Chengyuan's aura, his gaze deepened slightly, knowing he had met a formidable opponent.
"Whoosh!"
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Fengyi's wings beat rapidly, Qin Sang's movements flowed like water, turning into a bolt of lightning and instantly flying out of the forest of pagodas, escaping towards the outside of the temple.
Although he was fast, his speed was still inferior to that of Venerable Chengyuan who moved swiftly with the aid of a spiritual formation.
Just after crossing the bamboo forest behind Zhulan Temple, Qin Sang saw the air in front of him rippling. The figure of Venerable Chengyuan appeared out of thin air, appearing in front of him as if teleporting.
Before the figure of the venerated elder fully materialized, a flash of blade light suddenly erupted.
The blade’s edge originated from the heart of Venerable Cheng Yuan.
The blade is only four fingers long, shaped like a bird feather, light and thin as silk.
This is a sword of discipline!
This is also the personal treasure of Master Chengyuan.
Give up the sword.
The Sword of Discipline.
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In the hands of venerable Cheng Yuan, it was an unquestionable weapon of killing and destruction.
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Qin Sang's eyes flashed.
He has spent years researching the protective spirit formation of the Zhi Lan Temple, and his efforts have not been in vain.
With the help of the Heavenly Eye divine ability, he could sense the changes in the aura of the spirit formation. He was able to judge the approximate range where Venerable Chengyuan had moved to. Immediately, he commanded his demonic fire, changed direction, and charged towards a stretch of empty space.
Time is fleeting, and such judgments inevitably contain deviations. Furthermore, the demon fire is dispersed, resulting in a reduction in its power.
At the edge where the demonic flames engulfed, Venerable Chengyuan appeared. With his jeweled sword circling him, he slashed dozens of times, each blade of energy blooming like lotuses, repelling the encroaching demonic fire.
At the same time, Master Chengyuan chanted Buddha's name and formed a single-handed earth-touching gesture. Suddenly, a golden ring rose from the ground.
The position of the golden ring was right beneath Qin Sang.
This was the only way Venerable Chengyuan could think of to keep Qin Sang's relic after seeing his power. He secretly gathered most of the temple guardian spirit array's power here, setting a trap.
Once ensnared by the Golden Ring, Qin Sang would be trapped within a cage. If he wanted to escape, it would take much effort. By then, reinforcements would have arrived, and the masters from various temples would join forces, cornering the two bandits at the Zhulan Temple, trapping them like fish in a net.
The golden ring soars into the sky, as swift as lightning.
Qin Sang seemed to be at a loss, his brow furrowed tightly.
Elder Cheng Yuan tilted his sword slightly, aiming it at Liu Li to prevent her from saving the person. At the same time, he poured all his power into the spirit formation, imprisoning Qin Sang.
At that moment, the place where Liuli was suddenly filled with a surge of cold light.
When Venerable Chengyuan's gaze fell upon a strangely shaped small seal, his heart skipped a beat.
“Roar!”
On a cold day, the celestial serpent Tengshe revives.
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A roar echoed through the oasis, and devout mortals who were praying, hearing the sound, looked up in terror at the sky. A terrifying monster appeared above them, gnashing its teeth and tearing through the golden rays of sunlight with a menacing air.
The Jinsha Buddha has disappeared, seemingly swallowed whole by a monster.
Everyone wept, their cries filled with anguish.
The Four-Dismounting Serpent Seal was given to Liuli. After many years of refining, it has recognized her as its master.
Although Liuli's cultivation was inferior to Tong Lingyu's, in her hands, the spiritual treasure seemed to possess even greater power, and Liuli didn't appear to be exerting herself too much.
This is the biggest difference between Lingbao recognizing its master and *The Tongbao Jue*.
“Wow!”
The Tengshe struck down swiftly.
"Genuine Spirit Treasure!"
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Master Chengyuan's composure was shattered. His mind was in turmoil, and he cried out in shock.
True Lingbao are rare even in Zhongzhou.
Because Lingbao (soul treasures) are extremely difficult to refine, even if someone goes through great hardships to refine their natal soul treasure to the level of a soul treasure, after the master's death, the soul essence of the soul treasure will dissipate and fall back to the level of a magic treasure, unable to be inherited.
Where on earth did these two bad omens come from
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A mysterious and powerful being who wields mystical artifacts.
One possesses a mystical art, their spiritual awareness rivaling that of a great cultivator. They wield a counterfeit spiritual treasure.
Such people are rare even among the top sects in the Central Plains. When did these two top masters appear in the cultivation world
The Teng Snake is ferocious and vicious, its icy flames scorching the face.
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Master Chengyuan was preoccupied with something else and didn't even notice Qin Sang. He hurriedly moved away to avoid his sharp gaze.
Unexpectedly, the Tengshe changed direction abruptly. Instead of rescuing Qin Sang, it joined forces with the demonic fire and, amidst countless astonished gazes, charged towards the light shield covering the sky.
'Boom!'
A golden light shot into the sky.
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Even mountains will crumble.
The lake in the oasis surged with waves unlike any seen before.
Icy flames and demonic fire engulfed the sky, an endless torrent of raging flames indistinguishable from one another.
The monk controlling the spirit formation was still following Venerable Chengyuan's will, focusing on commanding the golden ring to imprison Qin Sang. How could he react in time
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Watching helplessly as the protective spirit array of the temple was smashed open from within, creating a fissure.
At the same time, the golden hoop scattered due to the tremor of the spirit formation, appearing flawed.
Qin Sang took the opportunity to escape.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from outside the temple.
"Senior Brother Chengyuan, Kongyu has come to help you!"
The sound rolled in, growing louder as it approached.
Master Kongyü.
Luo Luo Temple, one of the Seven Stars of the Great Sea, is home to a high monk with a cultivation base in the mid-Yuan Ying stage.
The name "Luo Luo Temple" is rather unusual. It takes its name from the Luo Luo tree, a unique spirit tree found in the vast sea.
Zhu Lan Temple is located in the east of this oasis, Luo Luo Temple is located to the east of Zhu Lan Temple, adjacent to it, and is the closest temple to Zhu Lan Temple among the Six Great Temples.
Master Kongyu indeed arrived first.
The sound was driven by true energy, like thunder resonating in the ears.
The next moment, a monk in saffron robes appeared above the Zhulan Temple.
Empty Island Master held a purple gold alms bowl in his left hand. His eyes were like lightning, and at a glance he saw the shattered light barrier. With a flick of his wrist, he used the alms bowl to block the fissure.
Suddenly, a gust of wind shot from the side, it was Jin Chen Jian.
From beginning to end, Qin Sang's avatar always stayed outside the temple. This was done for two purposes: to intercept reinforcements and prevent them from arriving too quickly, and to be ready to cooperate with a coordinated attack from within the temple to break through the enemy lines.
The process of treasure hunting was smoother than expected.
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Qin Sang hadn't used the Sun God Tree yet.
There's another one outside!
When the monks of Zhi Lan Temple saw that Kongyu, the venerable one, had come to their aid, hope flared in their eyes only to be extinguished again.
Master Chengyuan was even more enraged, but he laughed.
Three Nascent Soul mid-stage experts were making a scene around the small Zhulan Temple. I don't know whether to be angry or feel honored.
'Whoosh!'
Sword qi is approaching.
Kongyu Venerable didn't expect there were powerful enemies lurking outside the temple. He was startled and quickly turned his alms bowl, aiming its mouth at the sword qi and unleashing purple-gold arcane light.
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With a dull thud, the sword light was swallowed by the purple-gold mystic light. The momentum of the Golden Depths Sword was halted, and the figure of Elder Kongyu trembled, shifting hundreds of meters away.
Although unharmed, he was powerless to stop the enemy at Zilan Temple.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two figures flashed in the cracks.
Beyond the oasis.
A vast sea of sand.
A few Bodhi trees stood lonely in the yellow sand, providing some shade for passing monks.
At this time, beneath the Bodhi tree sat one person.
This person wore a wide-brimmed hat, concealing their face, yet they were dressed in heavenly robes and adorned with jewels, just like a bodhisattva in the world. It was none other than the renowned Moonlit Bodhisattva.
The surrounding monks gathered closely.
Seeing the fearless and bold attire of the Moonlight Bodhisattva, every young monk's eyes were filled with anger.
Even venerable masters like Chengzhen and Guanhui could disregard such behavior, their words flying back and forth as they focused on the debate about Buddhist scriptures.
Right at the height of the intensity.
Suddenly, the venerable Chengzhen closed his mouth, startled, and bowed his head. A sound of jingling came from the chime around his waist, as it split in two. All the monks heard the sound and their faces changed color, falling silent.
The temple has changed!
“Well, esteemed monks, are you going to concede Then perhaps the scriptures in your temple's library should remain here.”
The Moon Goddess remained enigmatic, a faint smile gracing her lips as she spoke in a voice that seemed to drift on the breeze.
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(The End)
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