"A mere casual cultivator dares to plot against my Qinglan Sect disciple? You are seeking death!"
Facing this sharp blow, Gu Sheng just smiled faintly.
"Earth Palace Realm mid-term? The cultivation level is one level higher than Pan Zhuang, but the aura is far behind."
Tang Zhiyuan was furious when he heard this.
"Arrogant!"
He turned his claws into palms, and at some point he held a long sword with cold light in his hand. The blade cut through the air and made a sharp whistle.
"The first form of the Nine Swords - Broken Mountain!"
The sword energy was like a rainbow, slashing towards Gu Sheng with the power of splitting mountains Mountain Breaker.
With this sword, Tang Zhiyuan used ten of his power, vowing to cut off this ignorant cultivator in two with one sword!
, facing this terrifying sword, Gu Sheng just shook his head and slowly raised his right hand.
"Too slow."
"Cang!"
The sound of metal clashing echoed in the cave.
Ke Yucheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief - Gu Sheng actually used his flesh palm to directly grab the long sword that Tang Zhiyuan had chopped down!
"This is impossible!"
Tang Zhiyuan exclaimed in surprise. He tried his best to activate his spiritual power, but found that the long sword did not move at all.
Gu Sheng A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
"The sword is good, but the sword wielder is terrible."
As he finished speaking, the sword let out a painful cry, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the sword.
Tang Zhiyuan felt a terrifying power coming from the sword body, rushing straight into the body along the meridians.
"Pfft——"
Tang Zhiyuan looked up to the sky and spat out a blood arrow, the blood mixed with internal organ fragments.
His body flew backwards, hit the rock wall hard, and then slipped to the ground.
"What's going on?"
Tang Zhiyuan looked at his left arm in horror, and then let out a shrill scream.
Blood gushed out from the broken arm like a spring, splashing on the damp cave floor, making a "chichi" sound.
"Ah—my hand! My hand!"
Tang Zhiyuan's screams echoed in the cave, and the expression on his face changed from shock to horror, and finally to hysterical madness.
He staggered back, his right hand tremblingly touching Azure Dragon Token at his waist.
"I want. I want to call the elders to come and kill you."
Gu Sheng's eyes flashed with cold light, and the long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage clearly.
"Noisy."
The sword light flashed, and a red line as thin as a hair appeared at Tang Zhiyuan's throat.
His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened with a look of disbelief.
The next second, the head slipped from the neck, and the headless body fell to the ground. Blood quickly formed a pool under the body.
Ke Yucheng stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by lightning.
He rolled his eyes mechanically and watched as his senior brother's head rolled to his feet, his face still retaining the ferocious expression he had before his death.
"Cousin?"
Ke Yucheng's voice was as thin as a gnat, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Gu Sheng standing with a sword, his throat tightened.
"Who the hell are you?"
Gu Sheng shook off the blood beads on the sword, his expression as indifferent as ever.
"Why bother asking when someone is about to die?"
Ke Yucheng Suddenly thought of something, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Wait a minute. This kind of swordsmanship and this strength."
He staggered back two steps, his voice twisted with fear.
"You are Gu Sheng! The one wanted by Seven Great Holy Lands."
Before he finished speaking, Gu Sheng's eyes instantly turned cold, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop ten degrees.
Ke Yucheng felt a biting chill from the soles of his feet to the sky, and the shadow of death enveloped his whole body.
"You know too much."
The sword light flashed again, and Ke Yucheng's expression was forever frozen in the moment of horror.
His body slowly fell down and lay side by side with the body of Tang Zhiyuan, with two pairs of dull eyes staring straight at the ceiling of the cave.
Ling Xiao walked out of the shadows, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said softly.
"Senior brother, please take care of it?"
Gu Sheng nodded and sheathed the sword.
"Old rules."
Ling Xiao understands.
The lavender spiritual power wraps around every corpse like threads.
Those corpses shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pile of gray-white powder.
"Take it."
Ling Xiao shouted softly, and a simple Void Ring appeared in his palm.
He threw the ring into the air, and the ashes were sucked into it as if being pulled.
"Ke Yucheng's collection is pretty good."
Ling Xiao explored the inside of the ring and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"It seems that Qinglan Sect is very generous to the core disciples."
Gu Sheng didn't answer. He walked to the depths of the cave and put away the relics of Pan Zhuang and others one by one.
Finally, he picked up the Azure Dragon Token that Tang Zhiyuan dropped and weighed it in his hands.
"Let's go, it's almost dawn."
Ling Xiao nodded, formed a seal with his hands, and a faint blue flame condensed in his palms.
He blew gently, and the flames spread out like living creatures and fell all over the cave.
The blood-stained rocks and traces of the fight were all turned to ashes silently in the flames.
The two walked out of the cave one after another, behind them was a sea of blazing blue fire. The night wind blew by, bringing with it the unique cold atmosphere of Profound Nether Sacred Mountain in the distance.
"The force of suppression is beginning to weaken."
Gu Sheng looked up at the brightening sky.
"We have to hurry."
The two of them were as fast as lightning, speeding along the rugged mountain road.
Ling Xiao would turn around and cast spells from time to time to erase the breath and footprints they left behind. When passing through a narrow canyon, Gu Sheng suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Ling Xiao looked around alertly.
Gu Sheng took out Azure Dragon Token from his arms and frowned slightly.
"There are tracking marks on this."
A ball of black energy surged out of his palm, wrapping Azure Dragon Token in it.
After a while, the black air dissipated, and a small crack appeared on the surface of Azure Dragon Token.
"It's temporarily blocked, but it won't last long."
Gu Sheng handed Azure Dragon Token to Ling Xiao.
"You handle it."
Ling Xiao took Azure Dragon Token, his fingertips glowed with silver, and he carved several miniature talisman arrays on the card.
"Okay, at least I can hide it from detection by the Earth Palace Realm or less."
When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, the two of them had returned to the temporary cave on the cliff.
The entrance to the cave is covered by a phantom formation, and from the outside it looks like just an ordinary rock wall.
"Huh——"
Ling Xiao breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down on the stone bed.
"It's been a long night."
Gu Sheng arranged several more warning formations at the entrance of the cave before turning around and walking into the cave.
"Don't go out for the next few days, wait until the limelight passes."
"When do you plan to leave Qinghe Holy Land?"
Ling Xiao took out a few pills and drank them, and his pale face improved slightly.
Gu Sheng pondered for a moment.
"Wait another half month. This time we are lucky, we encountered some inferior goods."
There was seriousness in his eyes.
"If you meet a real master"
"I understand."
Ling Xiao nodded.
"But the harvest this time is not small, especially that Saint Infant Grass."
She looked at Gu Sheng.
"Are you going to use it now?"
Gu Sheng took out a Jade Box from Void Ring. After opening it, a crystal-clear spiritual grass shaped like a baby lay quietly in it.
A faint silver light flows on the surface of the spiritual grass, and the faint cry of a baby can be heard vaguely.
"The second level of Nine Dragon Qiankun Art requires the power of Yin, and Saint Infant Grass is just right."
Gu Sheng looked forward to it.
"You help me protect the law."
Ling Xiao nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry."
Gu Sheng found a flat place and sat down cross-legged, placing Jade Box in front of him.
He formed a complex seal with his hands on his chest.
As the technique continued, the temperature in the cave began to drop sharply.
Ling Xiao shuddered and quickly used his spiritual power to resist the cold air.
He was surprised to see that Gu Sheng's breath condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air, and the rock surface where he sat was already covered with a thin layer of frost.
"What a terrible yin energy"
Ling Xiao was secretly stunned and had to retreat to the deepest part of the cave. At the same time, he set up several isolation formations to prevent the cold air from leaking out and attracting attention.
Gu Sheng has been completely immersed in the state of cultivation.
The spiritual power in his body moves according to the Nine Dragon Qiankun Art route. Every week, the yin energy becomes stronger.
Slender icicles began to condense on the roof of the cave, and frost flowers on the ground gradually spread.
"Now."
Gu Sheng opened his eyes, picked up Saint Infant Grass, and bit off a leaf without hesitation.
The leaves melt in your mouth and turn into an extremely cold liquid that slides down your throat.
In an instant, Gu Sheng felt as if he had swallowed an entire iceberg and was frozen from the inside out.
Strange blue-gray lines appeared on the surface of his skin, and blood vessels were clearly visible under the skin, showing a dark blue color.
"Uh-"
Gu Sheng groaned, and veins popped up on his forehead.
Saint Infant Grass's energy was rushing through his body, like thousands of ice needles shuttling through his meridians.
This kind of pain is enough to make ordinary people faint in an instant, but Gu Sheng just gritted his teeth and continued to operate the technique.
Ling Xiao looked at it from a distance, his eyes full of worry.
He knows the dangers of Nine Dragon Qiankun Art cultivation. If you are not careful, your meridians will be cut off and you will become a useless person.
This is the process Gu Sheng must go through.
Time passed by, and the cold air in the cave was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye, lingering around Gu Sheng like mist.
His eyebrows and hair tips were covered with ice crystals, making him look like an ice sculpture.
Suddenly, Gu Sheng's body began to tremble violently, and light blue blood oozed from his seven orifices.
The blood immediately condensed into ice beads after flowing out, making a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.
"Gu Sheng!"
Ling Xiao couldn't help exclaiming and subconsciously took a step forward.
"Don't come here!"
Gu Sheng shouted with difficulty, his voice was too hoarse to be human.
"This is. The Yin Qi tempering body must be carried by oneself."
After saying that, he bit off another Saint Infant Grass leaf.
This time, the pain was even worse. Gu Sheng curled up and dug his nails deeply into the rock, leaving ten shocking blood marks.
Ling Xiao was horrified to see it, but there was nothing he could do. He could only pray silently in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the cold air in the cave suddenly stagnated, and then surged into Gu Sheng's body.
Those blue-gray lines gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely.
Gu Sheng's breathing also stabilized and his complexion returned to normal.
When the last ray of cold air was absorbed, Gu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils turned a deep icy blue, and wherever he looked, the moisture in the air instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals.
In the cave at the foot of the mountain, Gu Sheng slowly opened his eyes, with helplessness in his eyes.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the stagnant spiritual energy running in his body, and frowned.
"Failed again."
He whispered to himself, his fingertips scratching the ground, leaving a shallow trace.
There were footsteps outside the cave, and Ling Xiao walked in with a bundle of dry firewood. He was startled when he saw that Gu Sheng had exited the cultivation state.
"Why did it end so soon?"
Gu Sheng smiled bitterly and patted the stone platform beside him to signal Ling Xiao to sit down.
"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth at the foot of the Profound Nether Sacred Mountain is too thin and not enough to support the operation of "Nine Dragon Qiankun Art". I tried three times to hit the second level, but every time I failed at the critical moment."
Ling Xiao also frowned when he heard this.
"So serious? I thought the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain was strong enough."
"It may be enough for ordinary skills, but every time "Nine Dragon Qiankun Art" is upgraded, the spiritual energy required increases exponentially."
Gu Sheng stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff muscles.
"This is a critical moment. If we stop here, our previous efforts will be in vain."
Ling Xiao thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"How about we move up the mountain? The aura halfway up the mountain must be much richer than here!"
Gu Sheng hesitated when he heard this.
"But halfway up the mountain is the activity area for Qinghe Holy Land's core disciples. If we go there rashly, I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of!"
Ling Xiao waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Profound Nether Sacred Mountain is not from their family. Besides, we are just looking for a place to practice and we don't want to provoke them."
Gu Sheng thought for a long time and finally nodded.
"Forget it, this is the only way. I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but I can't delay my cultivation."
The two simply packed up the items in the cave.
"Let's go."
Leaving the foot of the mountain, the mountain road gradually becomes steeper.
In the daytime, Profound Nether Sacred Mountain is shrouded in a layer of mist, and the mountains in the distance are looming, like a fairyland.
There are towering ancient trees along the way, and occasionally spiritual birds fly by and make crisp calls.
"Sure enough, the higher you go, the more intense the spiritual energy becomes."
Gu Sheng felt that the speed of the internal exercises in his body was significantly accelerated, with joy in his eyes.
Ling Xiao suddenly pulled his sleeves and lowered his voice.
"Be careful, there's someone in front of you."
Gu Sheng followed his gaze and saw several monks in blue robes walking towards them not far away, with the word Qinghe embroidered on their chests. They were obviously the core disciples of the Holy Land.
"Lower your head and don't look at them."
Gu Sheng reminded softly, pulling Ling Xiao closer to the roadside.
Contrary to expectations, the disciples still noticed them, and their eyes stayed on them for a moment, with scrutiny and contempt in their eyes.
"What are you looking at? You haven't seen any outsiders?"
Ling Xiao looked a little impatient and muttered in a low voice.
"Shh!"
Gu Sheng quickly stopped him.
"Don't cause trouble."
Fortunately, those disciples did not stop and quickly passed them by.
But Gu Sheng could feel that there were still a few eyes looking at them from behind.
"It seems like we really stand out here."
Gu Sheng smiled bitterly.
"You have to be more careful next time."
Ling Xiao curled his lips.
"What are you afraid of? We didn't do anything wrong."
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden commotion ahead.
I saw twenty or thirty people gathered at the bend of the mountain road. They were all disciples of Qinghe Holy Land, and they seemed to be waiting for something.
"What's going on?"
Ling Xiao became curious and stretched his neck to look.
"Go over and take a look?"
Gu Sheng frowned.