Volume 1 Chapter 139 Daomen Sword Cultivation

There was a slight tremor in the huge stone chamber, and there seemed to be a few muffled voices in the distance.

After Zhuo Yuming closed his eyes and sensed it, he said with a smile: "It seems that the patience of the previous group of people is not very good, and they are already forcibly opening the way with magic." ”

"Then let's not fumble, just break through the stone wall, and the province will be preempted by others. ”

When the words fell, Zhuo Yuming waved his sleeve and a cyan knife light slashed on the stone wall.

The place where it was split was the place where the aura fluctuations were perceived earlier. After the sword light fell, there was a boom, and a large hole half a person high broke through the stone wall, and the cold moonlight projected through the hole.

Outside this stone chamber, there is a mountain col, and looking at the appearance of those fields, it seems to be a medicine garden.

At this time, dozens of monks had already rushed to this place, and they were frantically snatching the spiritual materials in the medicine garden.

There are only two pieces of medicine in total, the large one is about three or four zhang square, and the small one is only half the size. Among them, the remaining spiritual materials and flowers and trees are extremely limited, and everyone rushed up, and only the first dozen or so people have gained. Some of them are lamenting to themselves, and some of them are already red-eyed and snatching them.

When Zhuo Yuming and the three of them came through the stone cave, the scene was already in chaos. The magic powers were radiant, and all kinds of magic weapons were also flying all over the sky, and some of them with low cultivation were already lying on the ground and moaning. There was no distinction between the enemy and the enemy, and many of them joined the battle circle after being affected by the battle of others.

Zhuo Yuming carefully observed the surrounding environment and found that there was a faint layer of spiritual power fluctuations in the sky above this mountain col, and it was flowing slowly along an invisible vein very regularly. It seems that it should be some kind of blinding formation to cover this boundary and prevent outsiders from detecting it. It seems that the formation attainment of the master of this cave must be extremely high, and after so many years, this formation is still operating as usual.

"Where do we go next?"

In Sun Daochang's surprised gaze, Shu Jinran, who casually smashed a jade bottle magic weapon, asked lightly.

After observing with blue eyes and white pupils, Zhuo Yuming also found a place where fluctuations were extremely obscure.

After greeting the two, Zhuo Yuming walked in that direction. The magic weapons that flew along the way were all slashed by the air knife he swung casually.

The group of three also attracted the attention of all the monks in the field, but the sword light that the man in white casually slashed out was abnormal, and at first glance, he was a great monk with extremely high cultivation. The monks who were the highest cultivators in the field naturally did not dare to provoke, and the three of them walked through the battle circle unimpeded all the way to the edge of the medicine garden.

Zhuo Yuming walked to the periphery of the medicine garden, and at this time, there was only a low mountain wall in front of him, and there was no way out.

However, under the blue-eyed and white-pupiled pupil technique, Zhuo Yuming easily saw through this obstruction of the eyes, but in fact, behind the seemingly desperate mountain wall, there was a tunnel that meandered downward.

The three of them walked all the way down the stone steps, about half a cup of tea, and turned a corner, and there was a dim candlelight in front of them.

After the tunnel turned, there was another stone room with the door open.

It seems to be the monk's dormitory, with a stone table in the empty hall with a bronze palace lamp on the table.

The bronze lamp was in the shape of a dragon's bead, and in the dragon's mouth was a faint candle flame.

There was also a bed behind the stone table, and there was a Taoist in a green robe sitting on it with his head bowed, not moving at all.

There are three or four stone platforms not far from one side of the bed, one of which has a pile of books, the other a pile of utensils, and the last stone platform has only a sandalwood brocade box.

The Taoist who sat with his head hanging down was obviously the owner of this cave in the belly of the mountain. It's just that although the physical body looks like a living person, it has long been devoid of breath, and it has obviously been sitting for a long time. There is a faint aura coming out of the Taoist's body, which should be relying on a certain treasure to maintain the incorruptibility of the body.

"There's the baby!"

In the melee in the medicine garden before, everyone saw that Zhuo Yuming and the three of them had crossed the mountain wall, and naturally they all reacted that there was another cave here, so they followed one after another.

As soon as he entered the stone room, some sharp-eyed people saw the things left by the Taoist at a glance, and with a loud shout, they rushed over.

"Jinran be careful!"

Just when a monk rushed to the stone table, Zhuo Yuming's heart suddenly tightened, and he turned his hand and offered the Haotian Mirror to hang above his head. The silver-white primordial divine light spread down, covering the two of them, forming a divine light enchantment.

Suddenly the spiritual power in the stone room surged, and a long sword hanging on the wall shone brightly. The overwhelming sword aura suddenly filled the entire stone chamber, staggering.

The Huanghuang sword qi was incomparably sharp, and between the dense sword qi, a group of monks screamed again and again.

Most of these cultivators who were below the golden pill had no power to resist under this sword qi, and they were all pierced by the sword qi and died. A few two or three monks used their magic weapons to resist, but it was also difficult to hold on for a long time, and they were defeated and retreated in the endless rain of swords, and the danger was full of dangers.

Someone wanted to leave the stone chamber to save their lives. But when the long sword was urging, there was also a sword light at the door of the stone room that blocked the door. Several monks forcibly broke in, and all of them died under the prohibition of sword light.

That Taoist priest Sun Pu was very clever, and when Zhuo Yuming reminded him, he stepped beside him, and was under the protection of the primordial divine light at this time.

Zhuo Yuming's spiritual power was agitated, and the Eight Desolation Divine Knife was triggered, and another layer of sword qi shield was laid out outside the silver light enchantment.

The sharp sword qi crisscrossed and collided with the sword qi, making a sonorous sound.

Within a moment, except for Zhuo Yuming and the three of them, in the entire stone room, there were corpses scattered across the field, and there were no living people.

Zhuo Yuming waved his hand and struck the Heavenly God Thunder, and the brilliant thunder light slashed on the hanging long sword.

After the sword was struck by thunder, it fell from the wall to the ground. The aura on the sword body flickered, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi in the room also dissipated.

"In front of this Dao Chief, it should be a sword cultivator in the Hidden Realm, just the residual sword qi in the sword is so domineering, if the Dao Leader personally takes out the sword, I'm afraid I won't be able to block a few swords. ”

After the sword qi dissipated, Zhuo Yuming withdrew his protection, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "This Dao Master is really extraordinary, the Daomen sword cultivation of the Tibetan realm, and also takes into account the way of Danding refining, and the carving technique is also not to be underestimated. If you are not a perennial hermit, you should be quite famous in the ethereal spirit world. Jin Ran, Daoist Sun, you may see the identity of this Daoist. ”

Shu Jinran and the others both shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know.

"Daoist Sun, this senior and you are both from the Daomen, you should go and find an inheritance. I'll take a look at it at will, and you don't have to worry about us. ”

After Zhuo Yuming said to Sun Pu in harmony, he pulled Shu Jinran and walked towards the stone platform.

"Thank you seniors, seniors are very kind, and the poor road is inscribed within. ”

Seeing that Zhuo Yuming was so generous, he actually let himself choose at will, Sun Pu was immediately grateful. After bowing deeply to Zhuo Yuming, he walked towards the remains of the man.

In fact, as soon as he entered the door just now, Zhuo Yuming had already noticed the sandalwood brocade box placed on the third stone platform.

After Zhuo Yuming approached, he opened the brocade box with the spiritual power void. When the lid of the box was opened, a brown orb was revealed.