Chapter 610: Life-Saving Sword Talisman

The purple sun was in the sky, and the light was like a white blade, which made people dare not look directly at it.

In the Qinghuo Demon Realm, at the entrance of an unknown canyon, two figures were wrapped in two groups of light blue mist, approaching quickly.

They were the two elite disciples of the Qinglian Dojo, Fan and Cai, who were in a hurry.

"The terrain ahead is narrow, you and I should slow down and move slowly." Senior Brother Fan suggested.

With the lesson of being blocked and attacked by Master Qingshui last time, the two of them were more cautious along the way.

"Okay." Junior Brother Cai responded.

The two of them withdrew their escape skills, and the light blue mist on their bodies disappeared. They walked forward while observing the surrounding environment.

The rock walls on both sides of the canyon were steep, as if they were about to fall down at any time.

The high purple sun cast light into the canyon, and under the cover of the mountain wall, half was bright and half was dark.

"Brother Fan, logically speaking, this Blue Fire Demon Realm is also a region on the Zhongyuan Continent. How come the sun in the sky turns purple here?" Junior Brother Cai looked up at the purple sun in the sky and said.

"This? It is said that the location of the Blue Fire Demon Realm was originally a must-pass place from the Western Region of the Zhongyuan Continent to the Northern Region, and it was also the place where the Western Region Demon Clan made their fortune. As for why the sun in the sky is purple, it is probably an unknown secret of the Western Region Demon Clan." Senior Brother Fan explained.

"This time, the seal of the Glazed Fire Road outside the Blue Fire Demon Realm loosened. Could it be a trap set by the Demon Clan?" Junior Brother Cai continued to ask.

"So what? A thousand years ago, in the great war between the North Region and the West Region, our Qinglian Daochang had made great achievements. It was also because of that battle that our Qinglian Daochang established its position as the leader of the Taoist sect in the entire Zhongyuan Continent. After a thousand years, even if the remnants of the Western Region Demon Clan are still there, there is nothing to be afraid of." Senior Brother Fan said with a proud face, as if he had participated in the great war between the humans and demons a thousand years ago.

After hearing this, Brother Cai nodded continuously, and his chest straightened up.

At this moment, in front of Fan and Cai, a "boulder" more than one person tall suddenly moved.

"Something's wrong!" Brother Fan noticed the movement in front of him and immediately exclaimed.

At this moment, the boulder opposite blurred and a figure appeared.

That person was a big monk. He was wearing an apricot-colored Buddhist robe, as tall as a diamond, and his breath was as steady as a rock. Just looking at him, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Brother Fan's spiritual sense swept the big monk who suddenly appeared opposite, and he was a little nervous. He couldn't see the level of cultivation of this big monk with his spiritual sense.

For people who practice Taoism, the spiritual sense of high-level cultivators is much stronger than that of low-level cultivators. Therefore, high-level cultivators can easily see the cultivation of low-level cultivators. On the contrary, low-level cultivators cannot see the specific cultivation of high-level cultivators.

At this time, the big monk opposite was looking at the two of them expressionlessly, and the wide Buddhist robes on his body did not move at all. It was like a stone carving, or a roadblock.

The big monk blocked the passage, and it seemed that he had no intention of giving way to Fan and Cai. The atmosphere in the narrow canyon became more tense.

"The cultivation of the big monk opposite is probably Daoming Realm, but he does not look like a demon, but more like a cultivator from the Northern Territory. He is probably here to search for treasure in the Qinghuo Demon Territory. Is there any treasure ahead?"

Thinking of this, Senior Brother Fan said loudly: "This big monk, I don’t know which sect you are from, why do you block our way? The two of us are the "Ling Cang Twin Swords" of the Qinglian Dojo, please give us a favor."

When decent people meet, they always like to announce their names to each other, so as to appear to be upright and have the style that a famous and decent sect should have.

Fan and Cai are also elite disciples with a little reputation in the Qinglian Dojo.

A few years ago, in the battle of Lingcang Mountain where the righteous factions in the Northern Territory joined forces to encircle and suppress the evil cultivators, Fan and Cai combined their swords and killed six powerful evil cultivators in a row. Since then, they became famous in one battle and were given the title of Lingcang Twin Swords.

"I am Qingyan Monk, one of the three Vajra Sons of the Golden Buddha Temple. I know the Qinglian Dojo, but I have never heard of the name of "Lingcang Twin Swords". In the future, no one will hear of it again." "Qingyan Monk" looked cold and said in a bad tone.

At this time, "Qingyan Monk" was still transformed by the Thousand Faces Ghost. As the Shadow Right Envoy in the Shadow Organization, he had a very high status in the Shadow Organization.

"This time, I received an order from the Shadow Master to use my illusion technique to harvest the lives of the disciples of the major sects who entered the Qinghuo Demon Realm. The purpose is to create hatred between the major sects and fight in the Qinghuo Demon Realm, so that the Shadow can achieve its goal. If the two stupid guys on the opposite side who claim to be righteous were not told that they are disciples of the Qinglian Dojo, I, the Thousand Faces Ghost, would not bother to waste time with them. In this case, I will leave my life to make up the number." The Thousand Faces Ghost who controlled the Qingyan Monk thought to himself.

"Are you going to stop and kill people! My Qinglian Dojo and the Golden Buddha Temple have never had any conflicts. I don't know why you are doing this?" Senior Brother Fan pointed his finger at the big monk on the opposite side and said angrily.

"The Golden Buddha Temple is also a well-known Buddhist sect. The name of the three sons of Vajra is also well-known to our two brothers. I didn't expect that the Qingyan Monk, one of the three sons of Vajra, would kill people and steal treasures here." Junior Brother Cai also said angrily.

"I forgot to tell you. Vajra's Third Son became Vajra's First Son not long ago." Qingyan Monk looked sad. "My two fellow apprentices unfortunately died in the process of treasure hunting. So, I was in a bad mood and wanted to kill someone."

"You are probably crazy. Your two junior brothers died unfortunately, but it has nothing to do with us. You killed people indiscriminately, which will cause hostility between the Golden Buddha Temple and the Qinglian Dojo." Senior Brother Fan said loudly.

"Only a madman can come up with such a lame reason for killing." Junior Brother Cai echoed.

"You say I'm crazy? Maybe. In the killing land of Qinghuo Demon Realm, killing does not actually require a reason. But because you are brothers, I pity you. Today I will only kill one of you. You two can choose one for me to kill." "Qingyan Monk" said with a look of disapproval.

"Humph! How can this be!" Senior Brother Fan snorted coldly.

"Cang! Cang!"

Two cold lights came out of the silver sword box behind the two of them.

"Big monk, you may have the capital to be arrogant, but my brother and I are like brothers. How can you insult us like this?"

"My brother and I will advance and retreat together. If you have the ability, kill us all. Otherwise, let the swords in our hands send you, the crazy monk, on your way, so that you, the three sons of Vajra, can accompany you on the road to the underworld."

"Hahaha. Hurt each other." Qingyan monk laughed.

"Kill!"

Brother Fan shouted, and the two brothers attacked at the same time.

The swords in their hands stabbed out, and the sword energy was swallowed and spit out, like a pair of blue dragons emerging from the water.

Swish!

The sword energy flew and rolled up the waves, covering Qingyan monk in it.

"Qingyan monk" secretly activated his unique rock power, and the surface of his arms was wrapped in brown spiritual light, and his skin became as tough and rough as rock.

With his fists, he fought with the two opposite.

Dangdangdang!

The sword tip fell on the arm, but sparks flew.

The Qingyan monk's arms were like a pair of big hammers, opening and closing, and extremely flexible. He fought one against two, and with the advantage of his body, he gradually gained the upper hand.

"Brother Cai, the place in this canyon is too narrow, which is not conducive to the use of our swordsmanship. We can't fight this crazy monk here for a long time. We should use thunderbolt means to kill this guy." Brother Fan saw that the situation was not good, and immediately sent a voice message.

Fan and Cai made a feint and retreated seven or eight feet away.

They stood side by side, one holding a sword in his left hand and the other holding a sword in his right hand. The two swords went straight forward, stuck together, and merged into one.

Then, circles of light blue soul power fluctuations spread out from their feet. The magical thing is that the soul power fluctuations of the two of them matched perfectly, and the soul domains of the two of them actually merged into one.

In an instant, the aura of the two of them continued to rise, and the Taoist robes outside their bodies rolled like waves. The strength of the soul power fluctuations has exceeded the limit of the Yuanhun realm cultivators, comparable to the Daoming realm cultivators.

Immediately, the two threw out the Dao swords in their hands.

The two Dao swords fit tightly together, spun around, and turned into a size of several feet in an instant.

"Sword formation double stream sword slash!"

The next moment, the sword edge bloomed, and two hundred sword shadows appeared out of thin air, and the power of the sword formation suddenly covered it.

The sword formation rainstorm, its appearance is terrifying!

The Qingyan monk on the opposite side saw this and had no intention of retreating at all.

"Compete in soul power, use big moves, I Qingyan monk will accompany you."

As soon as the words fell, circles of dark brown soul domains spread out from under the feet of Qingyan monk, and the powerful soul power rolled like a huge rock, crushing around. It was the rock domain that Qingyan monk was good at.

The magical thing is that where the rock domain passed, the rocks scattered on the ground collapsed into powder, and the rock spiritual power in them was all superimposed in the rock domain, and the power of the domain became stronger and stronger.

At this time, the "Qingyan monk" was like an angry mountain god, with a majestic momentum.

He squatted down, pressed his hands on the ground, and injected his magic power into the rock field crazily.

"Buddha Land Jiao Rock Dragon!"

Instantly, in the rock field, the rocks and soil on the ground rolled like a tide.

"Ah!"

With a dragon roar, a rock dragon several dozen feet in size soared into the air, shaking off the flying rocks, which was extremely spectacular.

The rock dragon was composed of pieces of tough rocks connected and combined, and the dragon horns, dragon eyes, and dragon claws were all very clear. The golden Sanskrit characters on the dragon's body kept flowing, as if it was wearing golden armor.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of explosions was endless.

For a while, rocks flew across, swords splashed, and strong winds attacked.

The mountain walls on both sides of the canyon were shaken and rolling rocks slid down under the impact of their moves.

After a while, the power of the moves was exhausted, and the two sides were evenly matched on the surface.

Fan and Cai looked at each other, and the sense of crisis in their hearts became stronger.

Although the combined attack of the two of them can improve their physical strength in a short period of time, enough to compete with the Daoming realm cultivators, the burden on their bodies is not small. At this moment, the two of them are exhausted and their bodies are sore. It is impossible to activate the big move again in a short period of time.

The Qingyan monk on the opposite side looked normal and did not seem to have any discomfort.

"It seems that the disciples of the Qinglian Dojo are still quite capable." "Qingyan Monk" couldn't help but praise. In fact, he was not deliberately praising Fan and Cai on the opposite side. Instead, he remembered Liu Haiyu, who was also a disciple of the Qinglian Dojo. Before, he fought with Liu Haiyu. Although he did not exert his full strength due to the hidden identity, he was forced to give up the ghost slave body of "Yushan Laodao". Liu Haiyu's tyrannical performance left a deep impression on him.

"However, it seems that your limit is just like this. What I said still counts. If one of you two can be willing to be killed by me, then I can let the remaining one live." "Qingyan Monk" said indifferently.

"You crazy monk, you are just dreaming."

Senior Brother Fan shouted and took out the sword talisman with the Ruoshui sword pattern on its surface from his arms. It was the life-saving sword talisman that Liu Haiyu left for the two of them.