Author: Battle of Tiandu

Duan Zhangmen, who was closest to Feng Yuzi, saw that the eyes of several elders were fixed on him, Duan Zhangmen frowned slightly, and after thinking about it again and again, he still asked out loud:

"Elder Feng, you are saying that the purpose of Nawan Hongyang is to get that top-level exercise, the Demon Heaven Bible, and finally plan to replace it."

"Yes, that's exactly what I meant," Feng Yuzi said casually, tapping on the arm of the chair casually, and said slowly without any waves on his face.

Several elders were secretly stunned in their hearts when they heard this, and they blinked their eyes a few times in deep understanding, and their expressions were different, almost the same as what they had guessed.

The kind-looking Duan Boss nodded slightly when he heard this, but didn't say anything, and immediately saluted Feng Yuzi, who was sitting on the main seat, and asked:

"Elder Feng, do you want to continue to do the next big competition of the sect?"

"Elder Wen Yiqiu, who has already died and died, what should we do with the children of the family behind him."

"There is also the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb, which is already dilapidated, what should the sect do with it next."

Duan Zhang's door asked questions one after another, and he kept saying them.

Feng Yuzi took a deep breath, and after thinking about it for a while, he said in a deep voice:

"The Seven Peaks Great Competition of the Sect must continue to be held and give me double the reward."

"As for the junior family of Elder Wen Yiqiu, hmm...... Just give some more benefits, as a way to make up for her devotion to duty!"

At this time, the matter discussed in the Lingyun Hall was still being discussed without stopping.

The dark sky outside gradually brightened, and soon after, a touch of fish belly white on the horizon slowly pierced the sky, and a white light was projected on the earth.

On the Spirit Sword Peak, the ordinary small courtyard made of blue, gray and white stones looked ordinary as usual.

In the middle of the house, a tall figure closed his eyes tightly and sat quietly cross-legged on the stone bed, at this time, wisps of invisible heaven and earth aura attached to his body, slowly circulating.

With a calm look on his face, he took the mantra of the Mixed Yuan Sword Technique as usual, and after cultivating it for another big week.

He slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, and after a little pranayama, he got up and went out to freshen up.

After washing up, Nie Yan raised his eyes to look at the already bright sky, and muttered to himself: "The hour is almost up, it's time to replace Brother Lin to guard the mountain gate."

As he spoke, he had barely taken a few steps out of the yard when he saw a defenseless man lying on the side of the gravel path.

The man was motionless at this time, and he was suddenly shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to see what the situation was.

Nie Yan, who approached, saw that the fainted person's face was as pale as paper, and exclaimed:

"Ahh

He hurriedly stretched out his finger and sniffed it, after a moment.

"Well, it's okay, there's still a faint breath."

Nie Yan pondered, quickly took off his robe and put it on for Lin Yunchen, and quickly took out a healing pill for him to take.

He immediately raised his hand and shot out wisps of pure mana and injected them into Lin Yunchen's body, helping him catalyze the medicinal power.

Nie Yan saw that Lin Yunchen, who was still jumping around yesterday, was now like this, and muttered angrily:

"What the hell did you do last night to make yourself like this?"

After a while, he saw that Lin Yunchen's complexion had improved slightly, and then he put Lin Yunchen's body on his shoulders with a big hand, and walked briskly towards Lin Yunchen's room, he didn't notice that at this moment, in Lin Yunchen's hands, he was still holding three storage bags tightly.

Nie Yan, who was carrying Lin Yunchen's body, kicked the heavy door open with a single foot when he returned to the door of the house.

Gently laid Lin Yunchen flat on the bed, pulled the futon and covered it, and was busy going in and out for a while, fetching water to scrub the stains on Lin Yunchen's face, which can be said to be taken care of.

It didn't take long for about half of the incense stick time to pass.

Lin Yunchen, whose face was a little pale, moved his exposed fingers slightly, and then he snorted in his mouth and nose and coughed a few times.

The skin on his face began to convulsion and twist for a while, looking extremely painful, his eyebrows were also wrinkled together, and his forehead and cheeks were densely covered with fine cold sweat.

"What's wrong, Brother Lin, wake up."

Nie Yan, who was beside the bed, gently pushed Lin Yunchen's body a few times with his hand, and shouted softly.

Lin Yunchen vaguely felt that someone was pushing him, he slowly opened his eyes with difficulty, and then there was a dry cough in his mouth.

Suddenly seeing that it was Nie Yan who appeared in his eyes, he smiled bitterly, and said weakly and slowly:

"It's Brother Nie, what's wrong with me"!

Lin Yunchen's voice was extremely hoarse at this time, and it seemed that his body was very weak, and he was not deliberately pretending.

"I should have asked you this sentence, right?"

Nie Yan, who looked worried, asked angrily.

"What's wrong with you, how did you get like this, and you're still naked."

"Were you robbed by that bandit last night?"

Or was it given to ...... by that pervert

Nie Yan felt that there was something wrong with the latter words, so he didn't continue.

Lin Yunchen, who looked weak and weak, smiled bitterly in his mouth and said:

"Brother Nie, where do you want to go, how is that kind of thing possible."

"Hmm"......

He paused slightly, frowned slightly and continued: "I don't know how to tell you about some things, my mind is a little messy now, and when I am clearer, I am slowly explaining to you."

"No explanation, really not".

Nie Yan immediately waved his hand again and again, and then said: "You better take care of your injuries, who hasn't had any personal matters, I understand."

Nie Yan looked like someone who had come over, as if he knew everything.

Seeing this, Lin Yunchen was speechless with disdain and disdain.

Nie Yan immediately grinned and said, "I'm leaving, let's talk about something later!

"In the evening, I will talk to the senior brother and ask him to find someone to do for you for the night."

"Thank you Brother Nie for taking care of me, I will thank you again in the future", Lin Yunchen smiled reluctantly, and then said with a solemn look of gratitude.

"Even if you still have a little conscience, I'm leaving", Nie Yan said with an indifferent face, and waved his hand without looking back.

After Nie Yan left, Lin Yunchen got up with difficulty, and after finding his clothes and putting them on, he returned to the stone bed to meditate cross-legged, and then he practiced pranayama and exercises, absorbing the spiritual power between heaven and earth, and restoring the spiritual power depleted in his dantian qi sea.

At the same time, in the depths of the Heavenly Dome Void was an endless white and immaculate, and the temperature here was already extremely cold, suddenly.

The next moment, a golden streamer with a long tail flame, like a burning meteorite, pierced into the end of the sky with a thunderous momentum.

This object wrapped in golden streamers flew out of this world as if it wanted to pierce this void.

Suddenly, in the deeper part of the heavenly dome, an incomparably huge golden lightning appeared out of thin air, slashing at this golden streamer at an incredible speed, and the two collided abruptly, bursting out with indescribable terrifying power.

Immediately after, another golden lightning bolt appeared out of thin air, still striking at the golden streamer.

The golden streamer that flew through the sky suddenly trembled as if unwilling after being struck by two thick lightning bolts.

Before he stopped flying through the air, the golden streamer seemed to have exhausted its power, and immediately reversed its direction and fell vertically at an incredible speed, with a long flame at its tail.

This golden streamer was the Great Wilderness Ancient Sword that devoured seven or eight thousand pure sword sources, and it was also the golden flying sword that Feng Yuzi wanted to subdue.

After the battle, Feng Yuzi wanted to continue to subdue the Great Wilderness Ancient Sword, but with the power of his divine sense, he couldn't detect the flight traces of the Great Wilderness Ancient Sword, and then he gave up and didn't continue to use means to forcibly obtain it.

The Great Wilderness Ancient Sword in the vertical downward rapid fall, its huge sword body that was more than a thousand zhang long at this time, after a few trembling sounds, suddenly began to shrink rapidly, and then it became smaller and shorter in less than five breaths, almost only a hundred zhang long.

The closer it got to the ground, the dimmer the golden streamer became, as if it was about to lose its spirituality at any moment.

When it was less than a hundred zhang from the ground, it was already a small sword body, and after a sharp turn, it fell towards the Spirit Sword Peak, the bluestone courtyard where Lin Yunchen lived.

In an instant, I only heard a bang on the ground.

The entire stone courtyard made of blue, gray and white stones suddenly collapsed into ruins, and the sound of houses collapsing quickly spread to the surrounding areas.

The monks in the same residential area heard the loud explosion in their ears and hurried out to see what was happening.

At the same moment, halfway up the mountainside of Lingjian Peak, the people in the several caves that had been carved out suddenly heard the sound of violent explosions, and immediately reacted.

The next moment, swishing, several monks urged the magic weapon, one after the other, in the direction of the starting point of the sound, flying into the sky.

When a few people reached the sky above the collapsed stone house, the light on the surface of their bodies flowed, and they immediately turned over and fell down, and several people fell to the ground.

Someone, who came a little slower, asked a white-robed young man in a loud voice:

"Senior brother, what is the situation, how did this good house collapse."

The white-robed young man standing at the front, that is, the person being asked, of course was Sikong Mo, Sikong Mo He also looked puzzled at the moment, shook his head without looking back, and said:

"I know what's going on, so I'll go over and see if anyone is hurt."

"Yes, Big Brother."

A few people had just walked to the collapsed stone house, and the next moment, they saw a dirty hand slowly poking out from the ruins under the collapsed stone house.

Seeing this, Sikong Mo and the others hurriedly cast a spell to remove the stones and tiles pressed on it, and soon after, they saw a gray-faced figure lying in the pile of rubble.

Sikong Mo's eyes flashed slightly, and a white light appeared in his hand, and then he cast a spell to send out a strong wind, sweeping away the rubble of his ruins, and only then did he see the face of the figure clearly.

"It's you, Senior Brother Lin."

Sikong Mo shouted in surprise, a trace of astonishment quickly flashed on his face, and then he squatted down and helped him up, the embarrassed and immortal Lin Yunchen.