Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 81: Heaven and Earth Net
In the middle, Wang Chen naturally told the book demon about the Young Master Tian who was so legendary in the cultivation world.
Eventually the book demon concluded that Young Master Tian must be a true immortal. There must be something in this Dharma-ending world of cultivation that attracted the true immortals to descend. It was just that due to the interface barriers or the enchantment, they had not found the opportunity to descend. However, as time went by, the true immortals would destroy the barriers and descend upon the world of cultivation at will, most of which would be with malicious intent.
"Where to go?"
Wang Chen, who had already attracted the attention of Young Master Tian, understood the importance of this issue better than anyone else.
Just like it is impossible for a true immortal to be inexplicably interested in a place of the Dharma Ending Age, the fact that he is interested in a casual cultivator with low cultivation level who is in a place of the Dharma Ending Age must be because there is something about him that attracts him.
"Is it a crime to possess a treasure?"
"That depends on whether you are willing to sacrifice your life to bring down the immortal." His eyes were cold, but the thought made his heart skip a beat.
There were undisguised footsteps sounds coming from not far away. Wang Chen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a scholar with lightning eyes, wearing the robe of Mo Wen Academy, walking towards him with a smile.
"I wonder if you have gained anything, brother?" Seeing him looking at him, the scholar asked with a smile.
The eighth level of Qi Condensation?
Instantly sensing the scholar's cultivation level, Wang Chen's pupils shrank, and he said calmly: "Those books can fly, and it is difficult to catch them." He did not elaborate any further.
"But it's rare to be able to enter the book club." The scholar looked as if he understood me and it should be like this.
"Since the one-month period here has expired, how much you can learn is up to each person's luck. However, everyone who enters the library needs to correct the contents of some books. These books have grades, and everyone who has entered must at least fill in 10 places in the third-grade books, or correct 10 places. These corrections and fillings will eventually be reported to the upper echelons of the academy, and they will be considered to have been reported after they are determined to be random modifications. Therefore, please follow me..."
As he spoke, he extended his hand hidden in his gown in a very polite and proper manner.
Wang Chen said nothing, turned around and flew into the sky.
"Come back here!"
The scholar's eyes widened, and his outstretched hand froze in the air. He had never expected Wang Chen to leave so decisively, without any sign.
Like lightning, Wang Chen exerted all his strength and turned into a streak of golden light.
Even if the overall strength is slightly stronger, the academy is still on the same level as the gangs in the cultivation world. A cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Condensation is at least a leader in the gang. Would such a person come specially to welcome me?
Although this doubt could be explained by being overly cautious, Wang Chen clearly remembered that the scholar who led him in said that if he was teleported outside the academy , he could leave on his own. At this moment, he was outside the academy.
Since the teleportation location is not fixed, why would the academy send a disciple at the eighth level of Qi Condensation to wait for people here?
The weather in the cultivation world is as good as usual, with no clouds in the sky, which is perfect for flying.
But he numbly heard the whistling of the wind in his ears, and suddenly he felt that the oppressive feeling he had when he looked up at the sky just now was not necessarily due to the malicious intentions of the True Immortal he had heard about.
It's because of my intuition.
It's like there's a dragnet here.
The scholar suddenly looked up, his face full of scholarly temperament turned gloomy, and his true energy surged, making his long gown rustle violently.
With his cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Condensation, he is already one of the top youngsters in the academy, except for a few others.
He made hand gestures and shouted, "Bind."
A scroll suddenly flew out in front of him, swelled in the wind, and turned into the size of a screen in the blink of an eye. The words and ink on the scroll emitted a dazzling green light that kept flowing towards Wang Chen.
This magic weapon is a rare treasure bestowed by the academy on the younger generation. Even a strange beast at the ninth level of Qi Condensation cannot move after being bound.
A dazzling golden sword energy flashed out with a whistling sound.
Bang!
The scroll flew backwards like a poisonous snake that was kicked hard. Amid the sound of cloth breaking, the scholar felt that the spiritual consciousness connected to the calligraphy and painting was instantly severed. Looking in horror, he saw that the magic scroll broke into two pieces and fell from the sky, with all its spiritual energy lost.
After breaking through the obstruction, Wang Chen continued to gallop.
As his vigilant eyes moved, a person came flying in front of him on the left at an extremely fast speed.
The man was over middle-aged, wearing a tall hat on his head, with a gaunt face, and holding a fan in his hand that emitted a faint golden light.
"Snap." He swung the fan gracefully, and it spread out like a peacock spreading its tail, revealing a landscape painting of mountains, rivers and trees. He waved it in the air again, and a bare mountain suddenly appeared in the sky, accompanied by a whistling wind, pressing down towards Wang Chen like a mountain falling down on his head.
This should be a kind of magical power that can collect mountains into magic weapons. Wang Chen has never seen it before. The momentum of the person who came is so strong that it has surpassed the great perfection of Qi Condensation.
A foundation-building cultivator?
Looking at the mountain above his head, it was like a huge hand trying to suppress him. Wang Chen held the sword in mid-air and chopped it with all his might.
With a loud bang, golden light flashed, dust filled the sky, and the mountain was split in half. The remaining huge mountain body pressed down with great momentum.
There was another loud bang, and as the second wave of six sword energies was swung out, the stone mountain exploded in the air.
The huge broken rocks made a heavy sound when they fell to the ground, and the rubble flew around like bullets, making a dense crackling sound like rain.
In the rain of stones, Wang Chen finally fell to the ground helplessly.
The smoke and dust from the explosion drifted like fog.
The sound of his rapid breathing was particularly clear. He looked coldly at the powerful aura that was surrounding him, as if he was surrounded by a pack of vicious wolves.
Only the Six Paths Sword was still gleaming with golden light, eye-catching in the smoke and dust.
A sword light came first.
The flying sword glowed blue, and a slightly fat man on it glared at Wang Chen and said, "Ji Ba, you killed my Xiaohegu disciple Wu Mo. Come with me back to Xiaohegu to answer for your crime."
Then a colorful silk ribbon flashed with red light and flew over. "Ji Ba, you killed three female disciples of my Wanhua Valley, do you know your crime?" A middle-aged woman stood on the colorful silk ribbon, wearing extremely charming clothes and said sternly.
"As a monk, you did all kinds of bad things in the mortal country, bullying men and women, and massacring an entire city. You know your crime."
The voice was clear and loud, and the speaker was a big man who had landed on the ground with a bang. He was wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, and holding a crescent-shaped sword. He looked like a general of the Fan Kingdom who was wearing golden armor.
"Amitabha, the Eighth Donor stole the Six Paths Sword, the magical treasure of our Liumen Mountain. If you can return it, all the monks of Liumen Mountain will turn around and leave without any complaint."
A bald monk jumped down from a golden lotus, holding a golden Zen staff and saluting with one hand.
"Monk, do you fucking think that just because you have a Six-Character Six-Path Sword in your sect, it belongs to you? You are so shameless that even the Buddha wants it! There are three Six-Path Swords in total, and you don't even think about whether you can swallow them all. " An old man with disheveled hair and a green bamboo staff as his magic weapon sneered.
Countless cultivators with astonishing auras gathered around, both men and women, all dressed in extraordinary attire.
They all exuded condensed true energy, which had undergone a qualitative change and had become a foundation-building aura.
From a distance, cultivators were flying in one after another.
Those cultivators with lower cultivation bases, or even those who have reached the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, are very tactful and do not approach the Foundation Establishment cultivators here.
There were even people with mediocre cultivation levels who stood on high places and aimed their image-retaining beads at this place, trying to leave behind an image.
A month is enough time for countless cultivators to set up a tight net .
What is before my eyes is both expected and unexpected.
The inheritance of the Six Paths Sword was incomplete, and, apart from Huang Yi, no one had ever been able to fully unleash the power of this inheritance. Therefore, even in the legends of the cultivation world that had existed for tens of millions of years, the Six Paths Sword was just a recognized useless inheritance.
But even if it is useless, how can we underestimate the desire for inheritance of those cultivators who have no inheritance? What's more, even without inheritance, the Six Paths Sword is a rare magical weapon.
Wang Chen's eyes were cold. Apart from the fact that he had indeed killed Wu Mo, all other so-called charges were groundless, but he did not defend himself.
If you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can always find a pretext.
When has the cultivation world ever taught the truth?
The bigger the fist, the more truth there is.
