On the third day after the flying boat left the Qingyun Sect territory, the sky began to throw a tantrum.
Dark clouds, like spilled ink, splashed layer upon layer on the deck. Wind blades, carrying ice chips, made the shield crackle as if countless blunt knives were sharpening iron.
Chu Xuan lay on the side of the ship, his fingers tapping the wood in the rhythm of lightning, humming a tune from the mortal world, "In the middle of the night, rats stealing oil..."
Su Meier leaned against the mast, purple fire condensed into a small shield to block the hailstones coming towards her, teasing lazily: "Deputy leader, you treat thunderstorms as drumbeats, heaven will be angry."
"Hit me if you're angry." " Chu Xuan grinned, his palm turned, and a wisp of chaotic gas rose, tearing the lightning that struck him in front of him into two pieces. "Just practice the new move."
Ling Qingxue emerged from the cabin, her white coat rustling in the wind like a snow flag.
She raised her hand, the ice system law spread, instantly forming a layer of ice mirror outside the shield, reflecting the lightning, and the boat suddenly became as bright as day. "Stop it, ahead is the outer ring of Kunlun, the magnetic field is chaotic, thunder and fire belong, if distracted again, the flying boat will capsize."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the helmsman exclaimed --
"There are spiritual fluctuations ahead! Ascetic? No... It's an attack!"
From the depths of the thunderstorm, more than a dozen figures emerged from the air, all dressed in grey robes but with dark gold patterns embroidered on their cuffs. When illuminated by the lightning, they flashed the number "ground".
One of the leaders, with scars on his face, held a long crimson knife, its blade wrapped in black mist, as if he had just been pulled out of hell.
"I opened this road, and left the money to buy it!" The scar-scarred man's voice was hoarse, but with a teasing tone. His gaze swept and finally landed on the jade pendant of the same heart at Chu Xuan's waist, and greed flashed in his eyes.
Chu Xuan made a "TSK" sound, groped his ears, "the lines are so old, something new?"
Su Mei 'er covered her lips and laughed charmingly, "She's in a hurry, please understand."
The scarred man's face darkened and he pointed his long knife, "Stop talking nonsense! Hand over the storage bag and keep your bodies intact!"
Behind him, more than a dozen people simultaneously brandished their weapons, their spiritual power surging, and they were all at the late stage of foundation establishment or above, three of them had reached the early stage of Golden Core!
Ling Qingxue's eyes turned cold. "The dog of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion is dressed in a layer of loose cultivator skin."
Chu Xuan moved his wrist, the bones crackled, "then peel the skin, cramp, and throw it to feed the fish."
The scarred man sneered, his long knife raised high, and the black mist condensed into a huge shadow of the knife, cutting down on the flying boat!
"Do it!"
Chu Xuan took a step and his figure instantly moved into mid-air. The Cold Moon Sword was drawn from its scabbard, and the ice-blue dragon pattern on its blade lit up. He charged forward with one sword strike
"Cold Star, Fall!"
Boom!
The blade's shadow collided with the sword's light, ice chips and black fog exploded simultaneously, the thunderstorm was shaken apart, revealing a brief clear sky.
Chu Xuan was thrown back three feet by the shock, but took advantage of it to turn over and landed steadily on the top of the boat, his wrist slightly numb, but excitement flared in his eyes. "Something."
The scarred man also took two steps back, the scar on his face flushed with blood. "Primordial spirit? No wonder it's so expensive!"
He shook his long knife, and the black mist turned into three huge pythons, opening their stinky mouths and pouncing on Chu Xuan.
"Ice Domain." Ling Qingxue's voice was faint, her snow sleeves fluttering.
Click --
Three pythons were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, maintaining a pounce posture, funny and terrifying.
Su Mei 'er raised her hand, and the purple fire turned into a hundred-foot fire whip, smashing the ice sculpture with a "pop", and the black mist was evaporated by the high temperature, making a "sizzle" scream.
"The villain died of talking too much, you don't know?" she said lazily.
The scarred man sneered, waved his hand, and at the same time stepped out three early golden pills behind him, forming a shape that surrounded Chu Xuan.
"Little deputy leader, is it too wild to fight alone?"
Chu Xuan sneered, with a flip of his palm, the mark of the Daoist contract shone, and the ice blue and purple fire patterns interwove on the back of his hand, he said softly, "Who said I was alone?"
"Shared Vision · Open!"
In a flash before his eyes, he instantly cut into Ling Qingxue's perspective - looking down from a high altitude, the flow of the three enemies' spiritual energy and the key points of their weaknesses were all clearly visible!
"On the left, golden core, earth spirit root, high defense, Qi gate at knee bend."
"Right Golden Pill, Fire Spirit Root, strong burst, weak endurance by nature."
"Middle of the scar, middle of the golden core, Black mist is corrosive, afraid of extreme cold."
The message came in like a tide, Chu Xuan's mouth curled up, the Cold Moon sword drew a sword flower, and the tip of the sword pointed to the three of them. "Come, brother teach you how to be a person."
With a step, he moved his body instantly, and the sword light was like the moon, reaching straight for the left golden Dan knee!
"Cold Star, break!"
As the sword light passed, the frost burst, and the man's knee froze instantly. The defensive spirit shield snapped with a "crack", and before the scream could be uttered, Chu Xuan turned over with the help of the sword, the back of the sword struck him on the chest, and the man was smashed directly into the sea of clouds below, his life and death unknown.
On the right side, Golden Dan roared, his hands made seals, and the fire waves rose to the sky, transforming into a hundred-foot fire phoenix, pounced on Chu Xuan's back!
"Fire? My wife plays with fire." Chu Xuan sneered. With a pull of his palm, Su Meier's purple fire was instantly borrowed. The blade was covered with a layer of golden-purple flame, and he turned and struck
"Ice and fire, two worlds!"
The Fire Phoenix collided with the Ice and fire sword light, alternating cold and heat, instantly exploded, the Fire phoenix was torn into a deluge of fire, rolled back and swallowed the man.
A shrill scream pierced the sky, and the fire man fell straight into the clouds.
In the blink of an eye, three golden pills, two dead and one wounded.
The scarred man finally turned pale, with terror flashing in his eyes, "You... You are cheating!"
Chu Xuan retracted his sword, grinning with sharp teeth and sharp tongue, "Cheating? This is called mixed doubles for couples."
Ling Qingxue's ears were slightly red, but she raised her hand. The Ice Law condensed again, and her voice was faint: "There's one more move. I'll take you on your way." "
The scarred man gritted his teeth and suddenly bit his tongue. A mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the long knife, and the black mist instantly swelled and turned into a ten-foot blade, cutting down on the flying boat!
"Black Hawk, Sever the Sea!"
Chu Xuan and Ling Qingxue exchanged glances and nodded at the same time.
Two palms facing each other, the mark of the Dao contract lit up, ice blue and chaos energy interwove and transformed into a huge sword --
"Daoqi Combo Technique · Cold Star Dragon Roar!"
The giant sword flutters in the wind, dragon-shaped ice patterns entwined, and cuts down with one sword!
Boom --
The Black mist blade was instantly split into two pieces, and the dragon-shaped sword light was not diminished as it went straight for the scarred man's chest!
"Puff --" The blood mist splashed, and a deep, bone-visible bloodstain was cut out on the scarred man's chest, and he was like a kite with a broken string, plunging straight into the clouds.
Before his death, he let out a shrill roar: "The Heavenly Dao Pavilion won't let you go! Within the secret realm, the covenant of the Dao will be broken!"
The sound was swallowed up by the wind and snow, and there was no more sound.
The thunderstorm subsided, the sun broke through the clouds, and golden light shone on the flying boat, making everyone's eyes and brows shine.
Chu Xuan drew his sword, spat out a mouthful of white mist, and laughed freely, "Heavenly Dao Pavilion? "Come one, I'll kill one; come two, I'll kill a pair."
Ling Qingxue walked up to his side, her snow sleeves gently brushed to wipe the blood off his shoulder, her voice soft but firm: "Within the secret realm, I'll be with you, kill through them."
Su Meier stretched her body, and purple fire danced on her fingertips. "Add me, and you'll have a 'couple three fights'."
The three of them smiled at each other. Behind them, the sea of clouds was surging, and the morning sun was shining with golden light, as if it were dressing the young men and women in battle robes, showing their sharpness and being unstoppable.
When the thunderstorm subsided, the sky was as clear as if it had been washed, without a speck of impurity.
The boat broke through the waves, and on the icy blue shield at the bow, there were still black scorch marks, like ugly scars, reminding everyone of the danger just now.
Chu Xuan crouched on the side of the boat, his fingertips twisting a wisp of black mist - the evil aura left by the scarred man before his death, now twisting like a venomous snake in his palm.
"The Heavenly Dao Pavilion..." The young man squinted his eyes, his voice so low it could only be heard by himself, "Within the secret realm, will the contract of the Dao be broken? Oh, let's see who breaks first."
Ling Qingxue came, her snow sleeves gently brushed, and a piece of ice flake fell on the black mist, instantly freezing it to ashes. "Don't touch it, bone-eroding evil energy, defilement of the Taoist heart."
Su Meier leaned against the mast, purple fire dancing on her fingertips. "Little Xuanzi, have you confirmed the list? Those hidden lines are still on the boat."
Chu Xuan nodded, his palm turned, and a black jade slip emerged, its surface densely engraved with names - all the list of hidden lines that had been "replicated" from the scar-scarred man's mind during the battle just now.
"Zhou Mo, No. 3 of the Earth; Li Qing, No. 7; Sun He, No. 9..." Every time he called out a name, one of his disciples' faces changed slightly and he stepped back half a step subconsciously.
"Don't be afraid," the young man looked up, grinning with sharp teeth, "I won't move you for now. Stay in the secret realm and play slowly."
Those who were called upon looked at each other, cold sweat trickling down their temples, but they dared not say a word - the lingering power of the sword "Cold Star Dragon Roar" just now still lingered in their bones.
...
The boat went on, passing through the last cloud, and a huge outline appeared on the horizon ahead -
The snow-capped mountains are majestic and shrouded in mist. Above the mountainside, they are all swallowed up by the white haze, revealing only the dark base of the mountain, like a crouching beast, quietly waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.
"Outer ring of Kunlun." Ling Qingxue said softly, her snowy eyes reflecting the distant mountains. "Further ahead is the entrance to the secret realm."
Chu Xuan narrowed his eyes, his primordial spirit body slightly warm, and his perception of the spirit energy of heaven and earth made him clearly perceive --
At the foot of the mountain, there were countless chaotic fluctuations of spiritual energy, like an invisible net that was quietly unfolding.
"Magnetic field chaos, spiritual energy flowing backward, and..." The smell of blood." The young man frowned and lowered his voice. "Down there, there's an ambush."
Su Mei 'er raised her eyebrows, purple fire dancing in her pupils, "The tail of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion? Or is it ascetic tribulation?"
"Both." Chu Xuan raised his hand and pointed to somewhere at the foot of the mountain. "There, the spiritual energy fluctuates the most jumbled, but faintly formed an array - in the direction of 'Blood Raven Valley'."
Ling Qingxue's eyes turned cold. "Blood Crow Valley, Zhou Mo's ambush point."
"Just right." Chu Xuan grinned like a young leopard about to pounce, "The new skills are just hot. Test them."
...
The flying boat lowered its height and slowly headed towards the foot of the mountain.
Before landing, suddenly a black mist rose from the ground, and from the mist came the strange "quack quack", and countless blood crows flapped their wings, like burning flames, and charged straight at the boat!
"Array of blood crows?" Su Mei 'er raised her eyebrows. "The taste of bird playing at the Heavenly Dao Pavilion is really bad."
She raised her hand, and the purple fire turned into a huge net. Under the hood, the blood crows touched the fire net and instantly turned to ashes, but there were still more and more that followed, like an endless stream.
Chu Xuan narrowed his eyes, drew the Cold Moon sword, and struck it down with one stroke --
"Cold Star · Thousand Snow!"
The sword light turned into a sky full of ice crystals, each one hitting a blood raven precisely, instantly freezing it into an ice sculpture that crackled down to the ground like a rain of ice crows.
From the depths of the black mist came a furious shout: "Little rascals, dare to destroy my blood raven!"
Immediately after, more than ten figures in grey robes emerged from the fog, all numbered in the same "ground" on their sleeves. The leader, with scarlet runes engraved on his face, carried a black banner painted with blood-colored runes, and with each wave, a blood raven emerged.
"Ground number one, Blood Raven Daoist." Ling Qingxue's voice was faint. "In the later stage of golden Elixir, skilled in controlling birds and fond of blood sacrifice."
"Then let him sacrifice to his heart's content." Chu Xuan sneered, his toes touched, his body moved in mid-air, the Cold Moon Sword was raised high, the ice blue dragon pattern on the blade shone, and he slashed at the black banner!
"Cold Star · Dragon's Roar!" "
The sword light turned into an ice dragon, roaring towards the black banner. Wherever it passed, the blood raven was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, and the black banner was eroded by the cold, and the talismans were shattered inch by inch!
The Blood Raven's face changed dramatically, and the black flag trembled as he tried to withdraw, but saw Chu Xuan's palm flip, the mark of the covenant illuminated, and the interweaving of ice blue and purple fire transformed into a huge sword --
"Dao Contract Combo Skill · Ice and Fire Dual Poles!"
The great sword slashes down, ice and fire interweave, instantly splitting the black banner in two. Blood Raven's chest is slashed with a deep, bone-visible bloodstain, blood splatters, and he is like a broken kite, plummeting straight to the ground!
"Retreat!" The remaining grey-robed men, seeing the situation was bad, turned and fled.
Chu Xuan snorted coldly, drew in the palm of his hand, Su Meier's purple fire was borrowed instantly, and the blade was covered with a layer of golden-purple flame. He turned and struck
"Ice and fire, Chasing the Soul!"
The sword light, like a dragon, caught up with the fleeing man in the grey robe in an instant, interwoven with ice and fire, swallowed him up in an instant, the shrill scream pierced the sky, and there was no sound left.
The foot of the mountain returned to silence, leaving only the corpses of ice crows and the dying bodies of the Blood Raven Taoist.
Chu Xuan stepped down in the air, the tip of the Cold Moon sword pointed straight to the other's throat, his voice cold: "The arrangement of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion in the secret realm, tell me, give you a good feeling."
The Blood Raven, however, sneered and suddenly bit his tongue, a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the ground, blood instantly seeped into the soil, and the ground lit up with strange red light!
"Blood Sacrifice, Evil eyes Open!"
The ground cracked violently, a dark crack emerged, and a thick, ink-like aura gushed out, instantly swallowing the Blood Raven Taoist. The crack then closed, and there was no more sound.
Chu Xuan drew his sword, frowned, "Suicide blood sacrifice? The Heavenly Dao Pavilion is so cruel to its own people."
Ling Qingxue walked to his side, her snowy eyes reflecting the cracks on the ground. "The evil eye has opened, the entrance to the secret realm is no longer pure."
She raised her hand, and the ice-based law condensed. A thin layer of ice covered the crack, temporarily sealing the evil energy. "Within the secret realm, there might be more evil eyes." "
Su Meier stretched her body, and purple fire danced on her fingertips. "Then we'll go in and seal each one we see."
Chu Xuan drew his sword into its sheath, turned his back to the sun, and smiled freely, "Just to my taste."
He raised his hand, pointing to the distant peak of the snow-capped mountain, his voice clear but with an unquestionable determination --
"Kunlun Secret Realm, here we come!"
The sun's golden rays shone upon the backs of the three men standing side by side, as if they were dressed in battle robes, their sharpness was overwhelming.