Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 119: This is not how the Six Path Sword is used

A look of surprise flashed across the eyes of the King of the South China Sea.
Elder Zhang actually called the evil demon in front of him "fellow Taoist"? And he ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.
However, he was also a tactful person. He immediately decided to leave with Elder Zhang, whose strength was far superior to his. As for what happened to Nanhai City, he didn't care.
As long as I am alive, what this world lacks the least are low-level cultivators and mortals!
Even if this evil demon destroyed the entire Nanhai City, he could still rebuild it.
The group of people came in a menacing manner and wanted to leave at a faster speed.
However, when Fang turned around , he saw that the evil demon had appeared on the road they were leaving at some point and blocked their way.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?" Elder Zhang's face looked very ugly. Sensing that the evil demon had come with ill intentions, he wished he could slap the King of the South China Sea to death with a single blow.
At this moment, he realized that because of his greed for reward, he had actually put himself in an extremely dangerous situation. If he was not careful, he would die.
"Since you've come to my door, don't leave. I can feel the deliciousness of your life, so please offer it to me!" The three blood-red eyes of the evil god revealed his naked appetite.
This look made Elder Zhang feel cold in his heart.
"If I'm not mistaken, you've only been around for a short time, and I'm not necessarily afraid of you. Letting me go will be good for everyone."
Elder Zhang kept calling this evil demon "fellow Taoist" in his attempts to get close to him. In the end, he actually asked me to leave instead of asking everyone to leave.
This is equivalent to not intervening to protect other practitioners in order to protect themselves.
To put it bluntly: "You can eat them if you want, I don't care."
The King of the South China Sea naturally understood what was meant, and his expression turned very ugly.
" Hehehe ... Humans are so ugly. If the true immortals don't come out, who can stop me? Do you think you are worthy of negotiating terms with me? Just accept your death obediently." The evil demon's ghost hand was shrouded in black mist and suddenly reached out to Elder Zhang and his party.
"You evil demon! Do you really think we are afraid of you?" When Elder Zhang saw the breakdown of the negotiations, he started to criticize us again.
He held a red withered branch in his hand, and a white flame as thick as a bowl shot out, instantly transforming into a fierce river of fire in the air, illuminating the entire sky as bright as day.
"Hurry, use your strongest magic and supernatural powers to attack him before he fully recovers!" Elder Zhang shouted.
However, no one responded to his words. He saw it out of the corner of his eye and almost vomited blood.
All I heard was the sound of someone flying in the air.
Seeing that Elder Zhang was about to attack, the four foundation-building cultivators, including the King of the South Sea, took the opportunity to display their magical powers and fled madly into the air with extreme agility.
It's obvious that he is being used as a shield.
"What the hell!" Elder Zhang was furious.
The next moment, the river of fire rushed towards that simple grab.
There was a crackling sound like a series of muffled thunder, sparks flew, and the ghost claw, like made of divine iron, went up against the flow of fire.
The river of fire shattered into pieces and kept falling to the ground. The broken flame power was like a meteor falling from the sky, starting a fire in Nanhai City, with billowing smoke and screams of panic.
Like the end of the world.
"The river of fire! It's the master of Huayan Sect!" A cultivator shouted in surprise in despair.
The Huayan Sect is the closest sect to Nanhai City, and is ranked in the middle among the thirty-three sects, enjoying a very high prestige in this area.
"This river of fire is so majestic that it is obviously not something that an ordinary disciple can condense. We are saved!"
The despair that filled the entire Nanhai City was like a boundless ocean that drowned people, and Elder Zhang was like the last straw for these weaklings.
The black fog was still shrinking along the Nanhai City. Wherever it passed, no grass grew. It was like a machine harvesting lives.
"No, this black fog blocks the sound transmission talisman!"
Someone discovered the clues and realized that Nanhai City was in a dilemma.
Anyone who touched the black fog would die. The mortals, independent cultivators, and experienced sect practitioners were all panicked and rushed to the center of the city. They watched the battle between Elder Zhang and the evil demon up close, and their hearts were terrified and shocked.
Elder Zhang's face turned red as he struggled to hold back the river of fire.
I saw sparks all over the sky, and in the middle, a strange and eerie cold air was approaching rapidly. The heat of the real fire seemed to be frozen. The ghost claw was like a sharp blade cutting through clear water, and it was in front of Elder Zhang in an instant.
The huge ghost claw slammed into his chest.
Puff! Elder Zhang spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked dozens of meters away before he managed to stabilize himself.
Everyone below exclaimed in unison.
The King of the South China Sea and his companions seized the opportunity and escaped far away in an instant, but they encountered the shrinking black fog.
"Staying here is just waiting to be killed, break in!"
A priest used defensive spells and with the help of magic weapons, his speed increased dramatically and he charged into the black fog.
But he only heard a continuous hissing sound, and in the blink of an eye, his body protection power was broken one after another. The priest retreated in panic. If he was a step slower, he would have died here.
"What should we do? Should we just wait for that demon to slaughter us?" another priest said in panic.
The King of the South China Sea had a gloomy expression on his face. He flipped his hand and took out a rune.
Bang!
The runes exploded in the air.
The tiger talisman of Nanhai City!
All the cultivators in Nanhai City finally received the signal and flew into the air one after another. In the night sky, all kinds of true energy turned into streams of light and gathered here.
At this moment, the only hope of survival is to rely on Elder Zhang, the strongest combat force here.
"Follow me!" King Nanhai flew back slowly.
When Elder Zhang met the King of the South China Sea, both of them looked very excited.
“Elder Zhang, now the only way we have a chance of survival is to unite as one.” The King of the South China Sea said solemnly.
Unity? Who just used me as a shield and ran faster than a rabbit?
Elder Zhang looked at the King of the South China Sea coldly, swallowed his resentment, and nodded.
At the beginning, he also wanted to betray this cheap financial sponsor, but he did not expect that he would be punished so quickly by the King of the South China Sea on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Of course, both sides knew clearly that if there was a chance to survive, no one would stay for the other.
Various kinds of true energy lit up the sky. Looking up from below, it looked like colorful stars, causing many cultivators who were not from the South China Sea faction to become excited and rush up to the sky.
Looking at the murderous cultivators, the evil god laughed.
"A bunch of ants!"
“Come on!” With a loud shout from the King of the South China Sea, the sound of flying in the air cut through the night sky, and countless cultivators holding various magic weapons in their hands rushed towards the evil god.
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Under the Long family's ancestral home.
The stone chamber was broken into pieces and in a mess.
There is a bottomless pit in the middle.
Wang Chen gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up.
"This old devil is so cruel." The pain all over his body surged over him like a tide. Even a small action like sitting up made him grimace in pain.
Even though this evil god had been sealed for a thousand years and his cultivation was only one tenth of what it was now, he was still nearly blasted to pieces by a single blow.
Fortunately, the Six Paths Sword Qi has an innate restraining power against such evil demons, and the Hundred Dharmas is a first-class defensive sword technique, which saved his life.
He gritted his teeth and mobilized his true strength. Six small swords floated up, shedding golden rays of light, repairing Wang Chen's body. The golden light shone through the bottom of the cave.
"Listen!" Xiaoyao was panicked and kept jumping up and down.
In the air, the sound of fighting like thunder, the sound of shouting, and the evil god's rampant laughter rang out in the air, and the screams were endless.
here we go.
Nanhai City is not a big city, and no one can stop this evil creature. Once it has absorbed enough vitality, I am afraid no one will be able to stop it.
Wang Chen was very anxious. He was the one who had caused this disaster, and he had no way to clean up this mess.
"Run quickly!" Xiaoyao looked like you were suffering because you didn't listen to the old man.
"Run? I was the one who released this thing. I want to kill him!" Under the shining light of the Six Paths Sword, Wang Chen's injuries recovered a little. He took out some healing elixirs and poured them into his mouth as if they were free.
Then he threw the empty bottle aside in annoyance. These healing pills were just collected from other people's storage rings. They were of low quality and had very limited effects.
He somewhat regretted not preparing some high-level spiritual medicines.
"It's already this late. Will being impulsive be useful? Will being tough be useful? If someone hits you, it's like swatting a fly. Will it be useful if you rush forward?"
"Run! No matter what happens if there's a flood behind you, just listen to me!" Xiaoyao was so angry that she shouted at Wang Chen's words.
Sitting cross-legged and gathering his energy, Wang Chen simply stopped talking and completely ignored Xiao Yao's earnest words.
"Are you stupid?" Xiaoyao leaned close to his ear and shouted, then looked at Wang Chen, who was as stubborn as an ox, and was extremely anxious.
As the evil god's grab just fell, the statues that were originally standing neatly on both sides of the stone chamber and were regarded by Wang Chen as servants of the evil god had mostly collapsed, with only one still standing.
This is a statue of a scholar with long hair, long gown and a handsome face.
Neither Wang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, nor Xiao Yao, who had a depressed look on her face, noticed that light blue dots of light slowly flowed out from the statue and gathered into a human figure emitting a hazy blue light.
His eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as that of the statue.
The figure floated and came in front of Wang Chen.
The scholar looked down at Wang Chen, staring blankly at the main sword of humanity and the small sword with healing powers, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked back.
"I didn't expect that I could see two old friends before I dissipated." The scholar's eyes softened and he asked calmly:
"Noodles.....that dragon blood centipede, is it okay?"
Hearing this, Wang Chen was shocked.
In the world of cultivation, the birth of the Six Paths Sword inheritance is a big deal.
However, the story of a casual cultivator inheriting the Six Paths Sword and becoming a demon in the cultivation world has been shrouded in mystery as it has been passed down from mouth to mouth.
As the person involved in the rumor, Wang Chen knew very well that even Yin Shiyu, who had fought him to the death twice, was not aware of the details of how he obtained the Six Paths Sword.
"Has the golden thread been untied?" The scholar's eyes were filled with anticipation.
"I did untie the golden thread on the dragon blood centipede's waist." Wang Chen nodded.
"Senior Dragon Blood Centipede should have reached the late stage of foundation building. I saw it crawling towards the depths of the forbidden forest with my own eyes. I believe that with its cultivation level, it should be living well."
The Dragon Blood Centipede protected him when he obtained the Six Paths Sword inheritance. It was like a strange bird on the Red Flame Mountain. In Wang Chen's heart, it was more worthy of the title of senior than many cultivators who seemed to be highly respected but were actually despicable.
And this scholar calls the Six Paths Sword an old friend."
The person who revealed the existence of the Dragon Blood Centipede and even called it out with a nickname that was in stark contrast to the ferocious beast, and who could also say that the Dragon Blood Centipede was restricted by a strand of golden thread, could only be the master of the underground palace.
He was also the senior master who suppressed two thousand-year-old corpse demons in the underground palace and used them to refine swords.
Wang Chen's emotions were in turmoil.
A relieved smile suddenly appeared on the scholar's somewhat bewildered face, as if thousands of years of worry and entanglement were finally relieved at this moment.
"May I ask your name, senior?" Wang Chen finally asked.
Back then, in the Guangyuan Tongjianlu, he had carefully studied the information about the successor of the Six Paths Sword.
According to legend, the person who inherited the Taoist sword was a sword immortal named Wu Shang, who was also the only descendant who mastered two sword techniques.
"Your name? I've been sleeping for so long that I've forgotten it long ago. But when I saw my old friend, I remembered a few sword moves." The scholar's face turned cold again.
"You want to possess me?" Wang Chen was on high alert. Although he was anxious at the moment, he would not rush to seek medical help.
"It would be easy for me to get on top of you, but I don't have to do this."
In the midst of words that were neither happy nor sad, the scholar turned into a point of light and dissipated.
At the same time, a sword seal took shape instantly and hovered behind Wang Chen.
Boom! The terrifying power penetrated the sword seal and was injected into his body, making his skin instantly become like gold.
"It can actually transform into six sword seals?"
He opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the six swords that were emitting brilliant light like candles in the wind, while the injuries in his body recovered at least ten times faster than before.
It felt like there was an invisible force controlling him, correcting his flawed sword techniques that he had practiced through his own exploration.
In just a moment, his body recovered almost completely. Wang Chen had never thought that the small sword had such a terrifying recovery ability.
The faint golden light pierced through the darkness, and the three six-path swords hovered beside Wang Chen like soldiers waiting to be deployed, but he could only hear the strange voice speaking faintly.
"You have only practiced the basic Humane Sword Technique, which is enough."
"But that's not how you use the Six Paths Sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword of humanity fell into his hand, vibrating constantly, and he was extremely excited, as if he had met an old friend again.
The golden light patterns quickly shuttled and crossed, converging and condensing, turning into a sword seal, like a flame-shaped halo, with mysterious Sanskrit and flowing golden patterns. It was many times more refined than the sword seal condensed by Wang Chen himself.
A flash of golden light flashed in his eyes, and Wang Chen looked up at the sky. It was filled with black fog, and the stars and the moon were not visible. He took a step in vain.
Draw your sword!
boom!
Amid the whistling sound of the sword, a ray of golden light shot up into the sky.
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