Author: Battle of Tiandu

On the main peak of the Supreme Sword Sect, the forbidden place behind the majestic and huge Heavenly Sword Peak, there is a very quiet and wide valley.

At first glance, this valley is not unusual, it is almost the same as most valleys, overgrown with weeds and thorns.

But the only thing that might be different about this valley is that there are no mountain trails that can be accessed.

A small stream, flowing slowly from the edge of the valley, made a gurgling sound of running water.

This valley is full of half-man-tall low trees and weeds, and if anyone looks closely, they will find that among these weeds, there are no insects, birds or beasts, not even a single ant.

Slightly above the weeds, the ground was also potholed, and various small stones were covered with moss.

In a certain corner near the edge of the valley, there is a bulge like a tomb, which is also covered with thick moss, and three rough black characters are faintly visible, ten thousand sword mounds.

At night, if someone can look down from the sky, there are some faint silver lights in the prosaic weeds, flashing like fireflies.

On the side of the valley near the mountain, about twenty feet above the ground, there is a small dark cave.

From inside this cave, from time to time there were bursts of low roars like wild beasts, which were very abrupt.

At this moment, there is still a long way to go from the forbidden land behind Tianjian Peak, and on the edge of a certain cliff, there is a towering ancient tree with lush foliage growing a little conspicuously.

Soon after, a young man with an unremarkable appearance, stepping on a black cloud under his feet, slowly landed on this ancient tree.

At this time, the young man who landed on the ancient tree, his eyes were more white and less black, but he still looked at the surrounding terrain vigilantly, and his face was as pale as a dead man without the slightest blood.

On this young man's body, there was a faint black aura, which lingered around the man's body, like the death aura that can only be produced after the death of a living thing.

This ordinary-looking young man was the man in black who flew here from the Spirit Sword Peak to cast spells, that is, Shi Liquan, who occupied Lin Yunchen's body.

Shi Liquan retracted his slow gaze, suddenly raised his hand and flipped it, as the light of his palm flashed slightly, and with a soft buzzing sound, a two-finger-wide transmission note appeared.

He immediately injected a mana into the transmission note, and after saying a few words to the transmission note.

The next moment, the transmission note shone brightly, and immediately turned into a fireball and flew quickly into the distance.

After Shi Liquan glanced at the bottom of the cliff, he jumped without hesitation, and his body spun sharply in the air, flying down the cliff.

I saw a boulder protruding from the bottom of the cliff, and Shi Liquan flipped and moved several times in the air to this boulder platform.

"This should be the meeting place that Baili Daoist said."

Shi Liquan glanced at the platform first, and while his mind was slightly moving and guessing, he cast a spell to collect the breath on his body, and his body also turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated after a burst of distorted fog.

About half an hour later, a man with a scar on his face, after receiving Shi Liquan's transmission note, also came to the edge of this stone platform after a few jumps and downs.

The person who came, like Shi Liquan, used some secret method to control a certain loose cultivator of the Supreme Sword Sect, and his cultivation was suppressed to the point that he was the same as the original owner of his body, and he only had the eleventh or twelfth layer of the Qi cultivation period.

The scarred man first glanced at a certain part of the stone platform, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and a trace of imperceptible sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then walked towards the inside of the stone platform as if nothing happened.

A moment later, there was a soft buzz.

A blue-faced and fanged ghost head token appeared in the scarred man's hand, and his mouth let out a low cry, and his fingertips quickly shot out a mana and injected it into it.

The ghost head on the token suddenly blackened, and wisps of black smoke rushed out, intertwining around the token, and also emitted a dead air like a substance, and the air around it dropped a few points.

Seeing this, the scarred man immediately turned over his hand and took out a black porcelain bottle, and injected a drop of black unknown liquid into the ghost head token.

There was a stinging sound, like a drop of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pot, and it exploded.

The next moment, the ghost head token that was injected with an unknown liquid suddenly let out a low moan of a ghost crying wolf, which made people feel terrifying and eerie.

The scarred man said to himself without changing his face: "It's been so long, I guess other people should also be possessed and completed."

The scar man said, suddenly raised his hand and summoned, and put away the ghost head token that was still hovering in the air at the moment.

Turning his head sideways to the empty place on the side, he said casually: "Is Shi Daoyou you?

"Could it be that the breath and disguise technique I practiced is not advanced enough, how well I hide it, I can't imagine that I will still be discovered by Baili Daoyou."

At this time, in the empty and uninhabited place of the stone platform, a young man slowly appeared, and said with a wry smile.

Seeing the young man who appeared, the scar man did not feel a trace of surprise or surprise on his face, and said calmly:

"Why should Shi Daoyou be humble, if it wasn't for Shi Daoyou to send a transmission note to inform me before, I would never have found Shi Daoyou."

"There is not much time left for us now, it is still important to complete the important task of this trip, and as for the words of the whiskers, we will talk about it later."

Shi Liquan looked at the scarred man and said with a completely expressionless face.

"What Shi Daoyou said is reasonable, it is important for us to save people first, and I don't know that more than 100 years have passed, and Yu Laozu and his old man are still not in this world."

The scar man said slowly, with some meaning.

Shi Liquan pondered for a moment, looked up at the dark sky, and then said:

"Judging from the blood qi contract that Old Ancestor Yu left in the Blood Soul Pool back then, I am enough to conclude that Old Ancestor did not fall back then, but was suppressed by the Great Elder of the Supreme Sword Sect in the ...... of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb."

Just as the two of them were talking, the next moment, six Qi cultivation period cultivators in Supreme Sword Sect costumes, led by a dark-skinned man, also came to this boulder platform.

Shi Liquan suddenly stopped talking, and quietly looked at the person who came.

"Let's go, let's get through the first level first", Baili Ziming frowned slightly, glanced sideways at the person who came, and then at Shi Liquan, and then ordered.

After that, the nine people jumped over the cliff and followed the original plan to move quickly towards a path in the back mountain, but the group of nine people did not go far.

At the end of the path, there was a seven-eight-zhang high earth and stone wall, blocking the way, and at this moment, there were more than a dozen disciples in the Qi cultivation period guarding this level.

The monk in the checkpoint quickly noticed that a monk was approaching the checkpoint and immediately became alert.

"Stop, whoever is coming, report the name quickly", a sword-eyed male monk shouted as he carried the crowd out from behind the gate.

At this moment, Baili Ziming, who was possessed by Baili Ziming with a scar on his face, immediately took a few steps forward, holding the Supreme Sword Sect Outer Sect Disciple Token in his hand.

He said in a hearty voice: "I am Zhu Minghao, a disciple of the Red Sword Peak, and I am on the order of the head of the sect to go to the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb to get five spirit swords as a reward for the Seven Peaks of the Sect."

"Why did you come so quickly to get the sword this time, isn't it time yet?" the monk guarding the checkpoint muttered in a somewhat stunned whisper.

"You hand over the token first, I'm going to double-check".

When the sword-eyed man saw the token in the scarred man's hand, his movements paused slightly, but he still commanded out loud.

"Okay", the scar man agreed, and then the mana urged the token, and slowly sent the token into the sword eyebrow man's hand.

"Fellow Daoist, take a closer look at the token first, I don't dare to deceive you, in case you fail to get the reward of the Seven Peaks Great Competition, the elders above will blame it, I'm afraid you and I can't afford to bear it."

The scar man chuckled and said meaningfully.