This is Lishan, which was originally the place where the academy punished the disciples who made mistakes.

There is no spiritual power, except for some ghost cultivation on the Yin jade, which can barely be regarded as a cultivation resource, there is nothing here that can attract cultivators here.

And Jian Xiu, those guys are arrogant, high-minded, and they don't want to be contaminated with half of the corpse, how could they come here.

A few lights occasionally appeared in the darkness, reflecting Sun Ruowang's puzzled face.

In the distance, a crisp voice was heard.

"Don't be in a daze, either hide to the side, or use the Haoran Qi of your academy to keep those corpse qi out."

Sun Ruowang hurriedly woke up, pinched the law with both hands, and the scorching white light shrouded a radius of dozens of zhang.

At the same time, the corpses that had been surrounding the stabbing out seemed to have encountered some kind of fearful existence, and they retreated like a tide.

Sun Ruowang said loudly: "Those corpses are affected by corpse qi, in the mountains, those who can control corpse qi must be ghost cultivators, we have to look for those retreating corpses and find the guy who controls corpse qi."

In the dark, after Yang Paner slashed out two swords, she was not in a hurry to make a move, but just stood aside calmly.

Then, Su Ruowang saw a man with a delicate appearance and elegant temperament slowly walking out.

Those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through all the fog of the world, and Sun Ruowang only glanced at it, and felt that he had no secrets that could be hidden in that person's eyes.

"Honorable driver?" Sun Ruowang asked subconsciously.

Shen Yu glanced at him, didn't speak, just walked straight into the hut.

Sun Ruowang was a little angry, thinking in his heart that even if you saved me, you don't have to be so cold.

"Innocence is gone."

As soon as he entered the hut and saw the empty position in the middle, Yang Paner exclaimed.

She turned around abruptly and stared at Sun Ruowang.

The latter's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth, and Nuo Nuo said, "Who are you, how do you know about the spiritual treasure of my academy..."

Yang Pan'er ignored him, but said to Shen Yu: "Okay now, everything you said has come true, Li Shan has lost his innocence, and he will definitely not be able to suppress the corpse qi, and soon, more and more living dead people will appear on both sides of the entire Qu River, and that ghost cultivator will be able to hide even deeper."

Shen Yu sat on a chair at random, his fingers moving up and down on the table very regularly.

No one was talking.

Yang Pan'er came all the way, the murderous aura was great, and he had just cultivated the natal sword, although the sword heart was not established, but the killing power was very strong.

Today's realm has reached the peak of the Dao realm, and it is half a step away from cultivating into a golden pill.

In the early years, because of the Broken Blade Mountain, her cultivation path was cut off, and it was not until she met Shen Yu that she was able to re-enter the Dao.

The depression that had been suppressed for a long time was completely released with the skyrocketing realm.

Naturally, the temperament is also much more decisive.

Yang Pan'er knew that along the way, it was Shen Yu who was protecting the way for herself, and when she arrived in Qianliu City, the two of them might not have a chance to see each other again in this life.

As a result, cultivation became more and more diligent.

He also learned many secrets that were unknowable in the cultivation world from Shen Yu's mouth.

For example, this Lishan.

The place where the saint of the academy was enlightened by the sea of enlightenment, and the cause and effect of the Yin and Netherworld Sect.

"Who are you?" When Yang Pan'er was thinking wildly, she was interrupted by Sun Ruowang's eager voice.

Yang Pan'er raised her head and glanced at Shen Yu next to her, seeing that he seemed to ignore this and stay out of the matter, she secretly despised it in her heart.

Then, she said angrily, "This girl's surname is Yang, and she is ..... Belch.... That's a disciple of the Dao Sect."

Yang Pan'er secretly glanced at Shen Yu, and when she saw that the latter was light and light, she settled down and said loudly: "This girl is a disciple of Daozong, Su is my uncle, Shen Yu is my uncle, and Daoyan Zhenren is me..."

"Ahem...." Zhao Ji hurriedly stopped on the side.

Sun Ruowang came from the academy, so he naturally knew Su Mo's identity, and he had heard about Shen Yu in the imperial capital, and he heard Yang Pan at this moment

Introduced like this, and immediately bowed respectfully.

"It turned out to be Daoist Sect Yang Fairy, the little grandson John, who has seen a fairy."

"No need to be polite."

"Who are these two?"

"Oh, leave them alone."

「.... Okay."

...

After a short introduction, Yang Paner was full of momentum and was the leader of the three.

Zhao Ji held back a smile and tried her best to cooperate.

Shen Yu closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear to this.

His mind had already been immersed in the entire Li Mountain.

After stepping into the Upper Three Realms, those secret magic powers that originally required realm cultivation to be able to perform could be used at will at this moment, and there was no longer any need to rely on the sword intent of Taixuan Zhenren to survive at all times.

If you want to get rid of the influence of a person, you must step out of that person's shadow.

Shen Yu never thought of himself as the reincarnation of Taixuan, or the reincarnation of the Qingxuan Sword Spirit.

Despite the memory of 3,000 years ago.

But since Shen Yu woke up, he has his own consciousness and opinions.

Daomen has a qi and three clear supernatural powers, and the old blind man of Wanliu City is one of the best, and Taixuan Zhenren has already achieved the pinnacle of the world as early as three thousand years ago, and if he is incarnated and cut out, he can also have his own consciousness.

Shen Yu didn't think of himself as the embodiment of it.

All the reasons need to be proven.

In this life, Shen Yu has been desperately trying to improve his realm all these years, looking for the purpose of those lost memories.

Taixuan has died in the true sense of the word.

His natal sword Qingxuan, the sword spirit has also dissipated.

The era that belonged to him was sealed and divided, and no one in the entire spiritual wilderness knew about the existence of this person.

No one has even heard of the name Zhang Xujing.

Even Dao Yan Zhenren, Shen Yu once asked about this person in Feilai Peak.

That person in the world can be said to be the number one in the world, and he doesn't know that Zhang Xujing is the founding patriarch of the Taoist sect, and the Taoist sect has been the third generation of Qingyunzi since the beginning of the record.

Everyone believed that Qingyunzi had founded the Taoist sect.

More and more fog obscured the truth of three thousand years ago, the higher Shen Yu's realm, the thicker the fog he came into contact with, and even if he slashed his heart sword, he might not know the truth.

In the Lingyin Temple, the general trend has been hiding for three thousand years, and he said about the blood rain.

The corpse abandoned Buddha and Zhang Xujing's contemporaries, and they didn't even have an impression of Taixuan's real name.

It was as if the entire spiritual wilderness had been erased of all memories associated with the word Taixuan.

What a terrifying ability.

There are thousands of cultivators in the spiritual wilderness, peak powerhouses like Dao Yan Zhenren, as well as martial emperors like Song Nu, and transcendent saints like the dean of the academy.

Above the fairyland, there is a higher level of existence.

This is the only thing that Shen Yu can be sure of, Taixuan once stepped into that realm with half a foot, but was wiped out.

Taoist ancestors, Buddhas, Confucian saints.

The same is true for all three.

Shen Yu looked out the window and watched the black clouds in the sky gather and disperse.

The fog will eventually be slashed by his own sword.