Star Tracks Connecting Heaven, Wumeng Cicada Concealed (IV)

A half-step Yang God reached out, beckoning in the void. The Seven Star Sword on the altar, which had always served as a dharma treasure, flew up and landed in the palm. It immediately unsheathed, the seven stars on the blade extinguishing one by one, and the body of the sword turning transparent. With a slight wave, sword qi spat and swallowed; it was already seeing light without shadow.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, the long-absent Primordial Formless Sword had also flown up, completely melting into the void, ready to erupt with murderous intent at any moment.

Yu Ci's gaze pointed straight at the Channelling Yin Demon. Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar graceful dharma body, he tried his best to erase Bao Yun's image, deciding to end the battle swiftly...

The tip of the sword was just about to point forward when he saw the female body opposite him suddenly bend over, reaching out to cover her mouth as if she wanted to vomit something up. Of course, it could not do so, but this was an incomparably human action.

The sword in Yu Ci's hand could no longer slash down.

He was stunned, then delighted. But when his divine intent turned over Chengqitian and discovered that a certain target was already missing, he truly grasped the meaning within this. He let out a sharp cry:

"Xusheng!"

From the moment the Twelve Jade Towers Heavenly Sound rang out, Old Daoist Xusheng had been in a daze. Startled awake by the shout, he jumped straight up, tumbled right off the altar, and knelt prostrate. He knew what Yu Ci was asking, and what was pointed to was undoubtedly Wan Quan. Old Daoist Xusheng considered that he had done nothing wrong, but to explain a simple matter clearly was truly not easy.