This woman was not only Ling Hun's sister, but also a disciple of the god Nifenta.
Fentuo and Yingmu, these two nuns, are among the most powerful figures in the Shu Mountain.
During his visit to Baiyang Mountain, Shenni Fentuo had already informed Yang Jin of everything he had calculated. Yang Jin was fully aware of the fierce battle between Wuhua, Rongdun and his son, and Baiyang Zhenren, as well as their later collusion with Qiongqi, the demon corpse among the Four Fiends, and Zhong Gan, the son of Zhong Ang, the leader of the Golden Flower Sect of the Demon Path, and their respective levels of cultivation and the magical treasures they used.
A month ago, she explored the Wuhua Ancient Tomb, and everything was exactly as her master, Fentuo, had said.
Just seven days ago, he unexpectedly encountered Rong Dun's primordial spirit and learned that something had happened at the Wuhua Ancient Tomb.
Because of the cultivation of his descendant Ling Yunfeng, he was delayed for a few days, and only today did he come to Wuhua Ancient Tomb to find out what was going on.
However, they discovered that only one of the three corpses remained: Rong Dun was dead, and Qiongqi had disappeared without a trace.
So they took advantage of the moment when the enemy was vulnerable and stormed in!
The leather pouch at Yang Jin's waist contained the Dharma Lotus Vajra Wheel, a treasure bestowed upon him by the god Nifenda to subdue demons and protect the mountain!
It unleashed a burst of silver flowers, brighter than lightning, swirling like silver rain, spinning like lightning, truly indestructible and invincible. The old zombie Wu Hua was caught in its grasp and nearly cleaved into pieces.
Jiang Liu raised his eyelids slightly, but made no further movement, and closed his eyes again.
Upon seeing this, one of the women summoned her flying sword, while the other unleashed a streak of cold light that flew towards Jiang Liu's head.
Ling Yunfeng's flying sword was easy to defend against, but its cold light was terrifying, sending chills down Jiang Liu's spine. However, he was at a critical moment and could not afford to be distracted.
Fortunately, at this moment, the old zombie Wu Hua stepped forward, extending his bronze halberd to deflect the cold light.
The cold light paused in mid-air; it turned out to be a knife.
This knife is named "Prajna," and it is a Buddhist treasure.
Yang Jin used his profound skill, pointing his finger at the Prajna Blade. A cold, silver light flashed like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a whooshing sound, and slashed towards Jiang Liu's head once more.
At the same time, a small mirror appeared in her hand, emitting a golden light several feet long, which shone on Wu Hua and froze her.
Buddhist supernatural powers are inherently effective against demons, corpses, and ghosts. When Wu Hua was struck by the golden light, he was unable to break free and could only watch helplessly as the cold light twisted past Jiang Liu's neck.
The nine golden flowers shattered instantly, and even the "Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Ruler" showed a crack, which would need to be refined for a period of time to recover.
Yang Jin let out a soft "Eh," and with another turn of the Prajna Blade, slashed towards Jiang Liu.
This woman hated evil and would kill any evil people she encountered. In her previous life, she had committed too many killings and could not become an earth immortal, which is why she passed away peacefully at Kaiyuan Temple.
The same applies to this lifetime; it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature!
After slashing three times, Jiang Liu suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, the Divine Dove in front of him spread its wings horizontally, like clouds hanging from the sky, sheltering Jiang Liu under its wings.
The cold light struck the jet-black feathers, bursting into a dazzling burst of sparks.
In an instant, the Divine Dove stirred up a whirlwind with its wings, and its two iron claws reached for the two streaks of cold light. The Prajna Blade, ever-changing, managed to escape from the claws and fall into Yang Jin's hands. The other streak of cold light was Ling Yunfeng's flying sword, which was caught by the claws and twisted into a lump of scrap metal.
Having averted the crisis, the divine dove hovered above Jiang Liu's head, its eyes like enormous lamps.
The Mysterious Pearl entered the back of the Divine Dove's head, shattering its primordial spirit and taking its place. Most of the negative effects of the Immortal's intoxicating drug were concentrated on the soul and primordial spirit. Jiang Liu's second primordial spirit, occupying the Divine Dove's body, immediately awoke.
"You kill me three times, I'll only kill you once!"
Jiang Liu remained expressionless, a chill running down his spine. Having his neck slashed three times, nearly sending him to meet the King of Hell, would be unbearable for anyone.
The terror between life and death is profound, and only through personal experience can one truly understand it. This time, it was arguably one of the most dangerous encounters he had ever faced. He was unable to move his mind or body, but fortunately, he successfully seized control of the body at the most critical moment.
Looking into Jiang Liu's cold eyes, Yang Jin couldn't help but feel resentful, realizing that she had just missed the best opportunity to kill him.
He sneered and said, "You heretics, today is your death day!"
Despite saying this, he already had the intention to back down.
Master Fenduo bestowed upon her the four treasures of their sect for subduing demons—the Kasyapa Golden Mirror, the Prajna Knife, the Lotus Vajra Wheel, and the True Suchness Scissors—which she had used in her previous life. Now, she has used three of these treasures, yet she still cannot kill the two of them.
Yang Jin felt like he had kicked a steel plate.
"Yunfeng, be careful of a sneak attack!"
Yang Jin said something and then glanced into the depths of the tomb, where it was dark and deep, seemingly hiding some terrifying monster.
In an instant, the divine dove let out a shriek, opened its iron beak, and spewed out a stream of purple flame that shot towards Yang Jin and the other two women.
This is the divine dove's innate supernatural power, called the Dove Spirit Fire, which can remove impurities and retain the essence, seizing spiritual energy for its own use.
Whether it's rotting corpses, poisonous gas, filthy blood, malevolent spirits, flying swords, magical treasures, or elixirs, as long as it's burned by the purple flames, its spiritual energy can be seized, and then it can be sucked into the mouth like a whale sucking the sea.
Although its abilities are not as powerful as Qiongqi's "Black Omen Qi," they should not be underestimated. It can easily seize flying swords and destroy magical treasures, and it can even extract spiritual energy from others and feed it back to itself, which is something that "Black Omen Qi" cannot do.
Seeing the purple flames shooting towards him, Yang Jin calmly took out the Kasyapa Golden Light Mirror, placed it on his head, and released several feet of golden light to block the raging purple flames above.
Then the Vajra Wheel of the Lotus Sutra was activated, and a rain of silver rain filled the sky, with lightning flashing and rainbows flying, protecting the two of them.
These were all Buddhist treasures, and Shenjiu's purple flames were naturally powerless against them. The two women did not linger in the fight, but slowly retreated, and once they left the tomb, they flew away on their swords.
The divine dove inhaled the purple flames and swallowed them all, then reached out to grab at the darkness.
With a tear from the darkness, a pair of jet-black wings were revealed, and upon closer inspection, it was none other than the demonic corpse Qiongqi.
He was hiding in the darkness, observing coldly for a long time!
Chapter 117 Seven Cultivators' Heavenly Roar (Subscription 1)
Why didn't you kill her just now?
Before Jiang Liu could speak, Qiongqi questioned him first.
Jiang Liu remained seated with his eyes closed for a long time before finally saying, "Hmph! The prized disciple of the god Nifenta, if she dies here, not only me, but you will also be in deep trouble!"
"Fentuo the old nun? That perverted old woman still hasn't ascended to immortality!" Qiongqi muttered, then said, "The sacred tomb's restrictions are about to expire. How do you plan to steal the treasure?"
Jiang Liu stood up, patted his butt, and said, "One Corpse and One Bird, you'll steal the treasure with me. You already have a plan, so just stick to your original plan and you'll definitely succeed."
"And you?"
"If I go, what use are you?" Jiang Liu said in an extremely pretentious manner, leaving Qiongqi speechless.
Qiongqi snorted coldly and said, "It was agreed that we would each take one of the treasures from the Holy Tomb."
“Alright, I’ll take the Haotian Treasure Mirror and the Taixu Divine Mirror, and you take the Nine Doubts Cauldron. However, you need to let me study the Nine Doubts Cauldron for one night…” A glint flashed in Jiang Liu’s eyes, and he added, “Of course, you can also study the Taixu Divine Mirror for one night.”
Qiongqi's eyes shifted constantly, glancing at Jiang Liu, then at the refined Wuhua Clan, and finally settling on Shenjiu. He secretly compared his options and realized that if a conflict arose, he had no chance of winning; perhaps listening to him might yield a treasure.
The man and the demon corpse swore an oath to the heavens, agreeing on the process of stealing and dividing the treasure. Jiang Liu used his vital energy to refine the old zombie Wu Hua Shi, slightly restoring his injuries. Then, he took a jar of spiritual oil and a magic lamp, and hurriedly left Wu Hua Ancient Tomb, disappearing into the night.
In the original story, the Three Corpses successfully obtained the treasure, which was exactly as Qiongqi planned. Jiang Liu didn't want to interfere; he just wanted to wait for good news.
Stealing treasures from the sacred tomb is easy; the difficulty lies in obtaining them from righteous sects like Emei without being discovered.
The three demon corpses stealing the treasure were merely a convenient tool. With so many eyes fixed on the Holy Tomb, Jiang Liu dared not show himself easily.
Shennifentuo's disciple Yang Jin had long been prepared to ambush them along the way. In her previous life, Yang Jin was not only Ling Hun's sister, but also the wife of Zhuiyunsou, one of the Three Immortals of the East Sea.
“The Cloud Chaser will definitely come! And if the Cloud Chaser is coming, then the Dwarf Zhu Mei will surely come too!” Jiang Liu smiled bitterly; this was the reason he dared not show himself.
A corpse, a bird, and a Qiongqi (a mythical creature) also left shortly after Jiang Liu departed, heading towards the Xuanyuan Sacred Mausoleum. The Sacred Mausoleum is located in Qiaoshan, at the border of Shaanxi and Gansu provinces. The three of them are nocturnal, hiding during the day and lying in wait once they reach their destination, hoping to steal the treasure when the Sacred Emperor's divine talisman becomes ineffective.
The three demons who lurked to steal the treasure will not be discussed for now.
After leaving the Wuhua Tomb, Jiang Liu carefully disguised himself, giving himself an ordinary face that would be easily lost in a crowd. He also put away the flying swords and magical artifacts that could reveal his identity into his storage space. Jiang Liu was heartbroken that Yang Jin had injured his self-defense artifact, the Nine Heavens Yuan Yang Ruler, so he refined it and put it away.
Holding a very ordinary longsword, he headed towards the Holy Tomb.
However, the three demons used escape techniques, while Jiang Liu relied entirely on his two legs. He also meditated and cultivated along the way, so his speed was naturally slow.
Along the way, he devoted himself to cultivation for half a month, barely managing to internalize Guang Chengzi's Yi Sword Technique. As long as he did not use the Yi Sword Divine Power, even if the white-haired dragon girl stood in front of him, she would hardly be able to recognize him at a glance again.
Even when faced with danger, he only used the "Thousand Swords Manual" that he had exchanged with the sword immortal Canglang Yushi of Wudang Mountain at Ciyun Temple. This was also a righteous sword technique, but compared with Guang Chengzi's "Way of the Sword," it was inevitably somewhat inferior.
On this day, having just left the mountains thousands of miles away on the border of Guizhou and Guangxi, he looked up and saw a sword light flying from the west.
The sword light was golden, but Jiang Liu could not see anyone wielding it.
"Could it be an unclaimed flying sword?"
Jiang Liu hesitated for a second, but ultimately leaped forward and used the sword control technique of "Thousand Swords Grass Manual" to intercept it.
Upon landing, it was revealed to be a small, chicken-shaped sword, its surface gleaming with golden light, reflecting even the finest hairs. The hilt bore two seal characters: "Tianxiao".
"So this is the sword!"
Jiang Liu muttered something and put his sword away.
With the "one that has escaped" eliminating cause and effect, Jiang Liu naturally felt at ease and boldly put it away.
These Seven Cultivation Swords were forged by the Long-Browed Immortal using the essence of the Five Elements and the Nine-Nine Mysterious Technique, according to the seven true forms. They are hidden deep within the Qingjing Cave on the Ningbi Cliff of Mount Emei, collectively known as the Seven Cultivation Swords, and are divided into seven types: dragon, snake, toad, tortoise, golden rooster, jade rabbit, and centipede, each with its own figurative form.
The purpose of forging this sword is to eventually defeat the Five Poisons Sect.
When the Long-Browed Immortal ascended to heaven, because his skills were not yet fully refined, he used magic to seal the cave, and seven flying swords clashed and pierced each other inside the cave to hone their skills.
When the time is right, it can be used.
However, when it came time for his birth, Master Miaoyi was unable to spare any attention because he was taking turns refining the same pure yang treasure with Xuanzhenzi and the ascetic monk. At the same time, Madam Miaoyi also had important matters to attend to, and the disciples of Emei were also away from Emei because the river had disrupted their karma.
Thus, only a group of second-generation disciples remained in Emei. Originally, Qi Lingyun had the "Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Ruler" to suppress all the swords, but only the "Mysterious Turtle Sword" escaped, which was later found.
Unfortunately, Jiang Liu got there first, and the strange beggar Ling Hun's efforts to seize Qingluo Valley were all for naught. Now he is searching all over the world for his long-lost wife, the white-haired dragon girl Cui Wugu, so naturally he has no "Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Ruler" to lend to Qi Lingyun.
Thus, when the Seven Swords were born, four of them escaped, including the main Seven Swords, "Heavenly Roar".
The dragon is named Golden Alligator, the snake is named Azure Spirit, the toad is named Water Mother, the tortoise is named Black Tortoise, the rooster is named Heavenly Roar, the rabbit is named Yang Soul, and the centipede is named Crimson Su. Among the Seven Swords, "Heavenly Roar" is the most revered and is the main sword.
The rooster shape represents the "Pleiades Star Official," making it a supreme treasure for eliminating the five poisons of heretical sects!
Jiang Liu was overjoyed to have obtained this treasure so unexpectedly. Just as he was about to leave, he saw three sword lights following closely behind.
Soon, three people appeared, all young men and women. The man had long arms and broad shoulders, a slender waist and long knees, with handsome features and a spirited demeanor; the woman was tall and graceful, with elegant and beautiful features and a heroic air about her.
"You caught that flying sword just now?"
One of the men frowned and asked.
Jiang Liu looked at the three people. He didn't recognize the two men, but the woman looked somewhat familiar. She resembled Shi Yuzhu, the female Kunlun Stone from Yunmu Mountain in Sichuan, whom he had met once before at Ciyun Temple, by eight points, but there were also two differences. Clearly, they were not the same person.
"We chased the sword here, but the sword light disappeared. You must have taken it!" another man said sternly, his long sword trembling as if he were about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.
"Senior Brother Di, it's not too late to ask questions before arguing!" the woman said softly. "I am Shi Mingzhu, a disciple of Master Banbian of Wudang. Have you put away your flying sword, fellow Daoist?"