The door to the Treasure Pavilion was ajar, and through a gap, Spiritual Qi, which was ten times richer than the outside world, leaked out, along with a heart-stopping silence.
Su Yu's gaze passed through the gap, and Earth Realm's consciousness had already poured down like mercury, taking in everything in the pavilion.
A far deeper and more condensed aura than Chu Tianhe is entrenched in the deepest part of the Treasure Pavilion, like a dormant ancient beast.
Earth Realm Fifth Level.
Just when Su Yu lifted his feet and was about to step into the final forbidden land of the Mystic Sword Sect, the silent crowd below suddenly burst out with wild shouts of survivors.
One of the surviving inner sect elders raised his head with all his strength. When he saw the vague and familiar figure in the pavilion, his turbid eyes burst into unprecedented brilliance.
"It's the old sect master! Chu Lingyun The old sect master is out of seclusion!"
His voice was hoarse, but it was like thunder, exploding in the ears of all survivors.
"What? Is it Ancestor Lingyun who has been in seclusion for two hundred years?"
"Great! The old sect master is a strong man from Earth Realm Fifth Level! We are saved!"
"Kill! Old Sect Master, please avenge us! Kill this devil!"
In the abyss of despair, a ray of light called "hope" suddenly shot into the sky.
The disciples who were originally as limp as mud seemed to have been injected with a shot of cardiotonic. They struggled to raise their heads and looked at the Spiritual Qi dense treasure pavilion, with the flame of revenge rekindled in their eyes.
In their minds, Chu Lingyun is Mystic Sword Sect's sea-fixing needle, a myth of invincibility.
However, they didn't see it.
In the Treasure Pavilion, the figure they regarded as their savior just sighed softly. In those eyes that could see through the world, there was no fighting spirit, only an inexorable sadness and loneliness.
Mystic Sword Sect, died.
Su Yu stepped slowly into the Treasure Pavilion, and the thick Xuanjing door Soundless closed behind him, cutting off all the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
The space in the pavilion is huge, and a dazzling array of weapons, exercises, and elixirs are displayed on mysterious jade shelves, exuding an alluring precious light.
And at the end of it all, an old man with white hair wearing a simple green robe sat cross-legged on a futon.
He did not release any pressure, but he formed a world of his own. Spiritual Qi around him seemed to be worshiping him.
It is Mystic Sword Sect, the previous generation sect owner, Chu Lingyun.
"You're here."
Chu Lingyun slowly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Su Yu.
His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, with no hatred or anger, only a hint of complex scrutiny.
Su Yu glanced at him and spoke calmly, "You are smarter than them."
A wise man knows when to draw his sword and when to accept his fate.
Hearing this, Chu Lingyun laughed at himself, "If he were really smart, how could Mystic Sword Sect end up like this?"
He stood up and bowed slightly to Su Yu, making a gesture of courtesy.
"Your Excellency's facts are too unbelievable, and I will not lose unjustly." He said calmly, "Chu He colluded with monsters, Chu Tianhe knew people unknown, this is the way to die. Mystic Sword Sect, up and down, have forgotten their ancestors. They have long lost the pride of swordsmen, and only have the bandit spirit. It's better to destroy them."
These words made Su Yu raise his eyebrows slightly.
It's a bit interesting. Is this a plan to abandon the car to save the handsome man and cut off the tail to survive?
"I have something to ask for." Chu Lingyun's attitude was very low, "Mystic Sword Sect has accumulated over thousands of years, and it is all in this pavilion. You can take all of it. I only hope that you can leave a trace of incense for the Mystic Sword Sect."
He pointed to the outside of the pavilion, "Those incompetent disciples have lost their character and are nothing to worry about. Please be noble and spare their lives and let them fend for themselves."
Use the wealth of a sect to exchange the lives of a group of useless people.
This transaction is fine for Su Yu.
Slaughter Points is certainly important, but the frightened ants provide very few points.
What he needs more is huge resources that can help him attack "Acala Body".
"Okay."
Su Yu nodded, cherishing words like gold.
After receiving this answer, Chu Lingyun's tense body relaxed obviously.
He knew that the young man in front of him would stick to his word.
"Thank you."
He bowed again, then took out a rusty bronze sword command from his arms and held it up with both hands.
"This is the top level of the Treasure Pavilion, the key to 'Sword Tomb'. The true details of the Mystic Sword Sect are all in it."
Su Yu didn't pick it up immediately, he just looked at Chu Lingyun, and an invisible Yellow Springs Prison Qi spread from his feet.
The ground groaned under the weight, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the hard black gold stone slab.
Chu Lingyun's face instantly turned pale, and he felt a heavy pressure from the earth, as if the entire Mystic Sword Mountain Range was pressing on his soul.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, sir. I don't dare to play tricks on others with my humble skills."
After he finished speaking, he raised his palm and slapped his Dantian hard.
Poof!
A mouthful of pure natal essence was sprayed out, Chu Lingyun's aura wilted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all Earth Realm Fifth Level's cultivation was dissipated under this palm.
He abandoned his cultivation.
"From now on, there will be no Mystic Sword Sect Chu Lingyun in the world, only an old man guarding the tomb."
After doing all this, he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant. He put the sword order on the ground unsteadily, turned around, and walked towards the depths of the shadow of the attic, never looking back.
The end of a hero.
Su Yu looked at his back, his eyes not wavering at all.
He waved his hand, and the bronze sword on the ground flew into his hand.
At the same time, he had a thought in his mind.
Outside the attic, the Prohibition Blood Formation, which weighed down everyone and could not lift their heads, quietly dispersed.
Instead, there was a colder and more domineering force, like an invisible thread, instantly penetrated into every survivor's body.
Yellow Springs Prison Qi!
"Ah!"
"My Spiritual Qi! My Dantian!"
The screams started again, but quickly subsided.
All the surviving Mystic Sword Sect disciples had their Dantian Qi seas forcibly sealed by the overbearing prison Qi, and their entire cultivation was reduced to nothing.
From now on, they are just mortals.
After doing all this, Su Yu no longer paid attention to the outside world, turned around and stepped onto the stairs leading to the upper level of the Treasure Pavilion.
The second level, high-grade spiritual weapons.
The third level, Mystic Realm technique.
The fourth level, rare elixirs.
Su Yu All the way up, his spiritual consciousness swept over and rolled all the valuable things into the storage ring.
His Slaughter Points was cleared. These resources were exactly what he needed urgently.
Soon, he came to the top floor-Sword Tomb.
Use the bronze sword to open the thick stone door, and an ancient and vast Sword Intent rushes towards you.
There are no splendid decorations here, only simple stone platforms. On each stone platform, there is an ancient sword or a sword manual lying quietly.
These are the true heritage of the Mystic Sword Sect, the relics of past sect masters and supreme elders.
Su Yu's eyes passed over a Earth Realm high-grade flying sword, and then moved away from a book of the Earth Realm exercises titled "Heavenly River Sword Canon".
Although these things were precious, they did not arouse much interest in him.
His consciousness had already been attracted by a simple jade box on the central stone platform of Sword Tomb that was sealed with layers of restrictions.
The jade box was made of who knows what kind of material, but it was able to block most of his explorations.
But Su Yu's "Azure Nether Purple-Gold Spirit Refinement Record" is so powerful that it still captures an extremely weak, but domineering aura leaking from the cracks in the jade box.
Qing Province, Demon Suppression Bureau!
Wang Du is volleying in the void above Demon Suppression Pavilion, his gaze is like a torch, as if he has penetrated the clouds and mountains and seen something!
"You destroyed Mystic Sword Sect without saying a word. You kid really doesn't make people worry!"
After a moment, Wang Du showed a helpless smile on his face.