Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 82: Nirvana and Madness
His breathing gradually calmed down, and his true energy communicated with the six swords, roaming in each Sanskrit pattern, as if it was flowing in his blood. Then, the sword body trembled slightly, making Wang Chen inexplicably feel his blood boiling.
It's a bit ridiculous that those who want to participate in dividing up the spoils are a group of evil wolves in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Those with slightly weaker cultivation levels are not even qualified to get a share.
Any one of them can crush me.
They didn't move, but they just haven't figured out the rules for dividing the spoils?
But I wanted to fight them and see whose fist was bigger, just like when I met the group of wolves in the jungle.
The inscriptions on the Six Paths Sword are complex and flowing.
It immediately attracted a lot of covetous eyes.
This kind of ancient treasure is extremely rare even in large sects, not to mention small sects. Its appeal to sword practitioners is immeasurable.
"How dare you be so arrogant!"
The golden-armored cultivator had a very bad temper. If it weren’t for the Six Paths Sword, he wouldn’t even look at Wang Chen, a casual cultivator who had just reached the Flying Sky Realm.
Most of the people here, among their disciples, have only reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation. This level of cultivation is not even mainstream.
And this mediocre guy, surrounded by so many enemies, actually dared to use his true strength without considering his own capabilities.
Arrogant!
He glared and drew his crescent-shaped sword. The cold sword energy turned into a gust of wind that blew in people's faces, making their face hurt.
But all he heard was a cold voice from the sky: "Whoever dares to touch a hair on his head, I will make sure he won't see the sun tomorrow."
Before people arrived, the air seemed to be condensed with ice, and a cold current, mixed with dots of extreme cold, blew towards us.
Although the voice was a little immature, it was clearly heard by everyone, and many people's faces changed.
Even Wang Chen, who was in the center of the encirclement , looked up at the sky.
The ice crystal phoenix shining with colorful light under the sunlight is a bit dazzling. Facing the sun's rays, a well-proportioned and slender figure stands upright on it, with a blue shirt fluttering and long hair dancing behind him.
Wang Chen was stunned, and then he felt complicated .
"Yes...Brother Vain?"
"He came to rescue me?"
In his mind, scenes of his encounter with Murong Xumu kept flashing.
"Why did Shui Yunyao do that with you? Is it related to your nickname?"
"In order to show his true intentions, he actually activated the Ice Coffin Secret Technique and appeared in front of me without any cover when I was not prepared at all."
"If anyone dares to touch a hair on his head, I guarantee he won't see the sun tomorrow..."
The domineering words were still echoing, but Wang Chen lowered his head.
He felt goose bumps all over his body.
Murong Xumu landed gracefully on the ground. Except for the foundation-building cultivator in the small river valley who respectfully called him "Uncle Master", no one dared to say a word.
His true energy was as solid as ice. Compared with the aura of the surrounding foundation-building monks, it was like a heavy ball of refined iron falling into a huge ball of mud mixed with iron filings.
"Is this Nirvana?"
Wang Chen looked up and met Murong Xumu's icy blue eyes.
Nirvana is a method of compressing the energy of the sea of qi.
He remembered that the immortal in the book had said to him when they were arm in arm: "Even if ordinary cultivators do not die, most of them can build a foundation within 50 years, but there are different levels of foundation building. Cultivators who have hastily achieved Nirvana and built a foundation are equivalent to those who have chosen to give up the great path of cultivation for fame and reputation. They will always stay in the early stage of foundation building and make no progress. There are the most useless people, so you must achieve Nirvana nine times before you can build a foundation, otherwise you will never be able to cultivate to the golden elixir."
Murong Xumu has now achieved Nirvana at least six times. Unless he is in the middle stage of foundation building, which is a level of cultivation that allows him to serve as an elder in the upper thirty-three sects, no one can defeat him.
How can the strong dragon fish that chooses to swim upstream be compared with the grass carp that lives in the stream?
The handsome, almost enchanting face was reflected in his eyes, getting closer and closer.
Wang Chen sighed and decided to tell Murong Xumu directly: "I have always regarded you as a brother."
But before he could open his mouth, his complicated eyes met the deep blue lake for a moment.
Murong Xumu said grimly.
"I will make him into a thousand different ice sculptures and make him die in agony! Anyone who dares to stop me will die!"
Senhan's tone was as if there was a terrible evil spirit living in his body, like an old grudge that had been haunting him for endless years.
Words like irreconcilable and deep hatred seemed so pale and powerless in front of Murong Xumu's rage.
"What?!"
The huge gap made Wang Chen's eyes widen. He almost thought he had heard it wrong. He suddenly looked up and said frantically:
"Vain! What are you doing! They want to beat or kill me."
"What about you?! Am I not good to you?!"
"Don't you feel guilty for treating me like this?!"
Wang Chen swore that except for the first time he met Murong Xumu, when he wanted to kill him but almost broke the Qinggang Sword, he had never had the slightest intention to kill Brother Xurong.
How thoughtful he was. When Vanity suddenly appeared, he even spent a precious minute digging up a big tree and stuffing him inside so that others wouldn't see him exposed.
Didn't he just take a few of his tattered clothes, Fire Thunderbolt, and some ornamental spirit stones, and ate a tasteless broken fruit? Was it necessary to make such a fuss?
"vanity?!"
Murong Xumu didn't react to this strange name for a moment, and then his smooth black hair suddenly floated upside down in the extremely cold true energy like floating grass in the water.
"When did anyone dare to give him such a nickname, Master Murong?"
The extremely cold frost spread and froze his body, just like the rage that instantly filled his heart.
boom!
A terrifying extreme cold tornado roared up into the sky, and the surrounding foundation-building cultivators scattered in panic.
In that howling extremely cold air.
Wang Chen's black hair was not at all messy, and there was not even a trace of being blown by the wind.
In his hand he still held the ancient, golden Six Paths Sword.
A pitch-black token appeared in his hand, and at the same time, ripples suddenly appeared around his body, as if he was in water.
Murong Xumu was stunned. He was very familiar with this black token.
This was clearly the relocation order that he had obtained with great difficulty from the ancient immortal ruins!
"Vanity, today I will use the Relocation Order you gave me to declare that all ties between us are severed!"
Wang Chen's figure slowly sank into the space.
The extreme cold was enough to freeze ordinary foundation-building cultivators, but even the corners of his clothes were not lifted.
"It's you again..." Murong Xumu murmured , his voice trembling.
No matter how strong he is, he is not a great cultivator, and he has not even built a foundation. He has no means to influence space.
"It's a removal order."
"I heard that Murong Xumu got a relocation order last time in the ancient immortal ruins, but I didn't expect to give it to Ji Ba."
"Do you think Murong Xumu is deliberately making such a show of force..."
"I heard that Murong Xumu never showed any interest in beautiful women. Could it be that he..."
"It's possible. Look at that Silver Demon. He's quite handsome."
“Shh…”
The gossip penetrated his ears particularly clearly, but Murong Xumu said nothing.
He looked up at the sky.
And Wang Chen has completely disappeared into the air.
The cultivators who were originally scared away by the frost tornado came back.
"Mr. Xumu, with so many of us, we finally surrounded Ji Ba. Don't you think you should give us an explanation?" The golden-armored foundation-building cultivator snorted coldly.
"Amitabha, our sect inherited the Six Paths Sword and lost it again. Please give me an explanation, Mr. Murong."
"Do you think that just because you are from the Upper Thirty-three Sects, you can do whatever you want?"
When people gather together, they become very brave, and a group of cultivators gathered around with unfriendly faces.
Could it be that Murong Xumu, who was said to be elegant and calm in the face of difficulties, would risk the world's condemnation and kill them?
Murong Xumu was still looking up at the sky, the wind blowing the hem of his clothes and sleeves. He slowly raised one hand until it was above his head, as if he wanted to grasp the sun in the sky.
Then, he clenched his five white fingers.
It was crystal clear without a trace of impurities, and the cold air with countless colorful lights flowed around, turning into sharp ice crystal petals that shot out, rushing straight into the sky with a cold and sharp breath.
boom!
With him as the center, within a hundred feet radius, an ice lotus suddenly blossomed.
In an instant, this group of cultivators, almost all of whom had the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage and enjoyed the respect and honor of their senior predecessors in the cultivation world, all turned into ice sculptures with unbelievable looks on their faces.
The moment all life was frozen, it disappeared in the extreme cold.
The crystal-like petals were like a dream. Above the pure and flawless ice lotus, Murong Xumu roared madly like a mad beast. His body was no longer straight. His fingers were spread out, covering his forehead, and his soft hair was scattered.
In the gaps between the five fingers and between the scattered hair, a pair of blue eyes suddenly turned blood red.
