The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Xiang Wanqing felt like she was walking in a swamp mixed with thick ink and glue, and moving was extremely difficult.

Following the remaining sword intent, it is the place where the evil spirit is the weakest. The beginning of the route suddenly turns sharply, which is the trace of the intersection of sword energy.

She seemed to see her second brother swinging his sword.

There were floating ghostly light spots everywhere on both sides, sometimes dense, sometimes sparse. Some would float into their path, but once they touched the residual sword energy, they disappeared like snowflakes falling on a branding iron.

This made their progress much easier.

After walking for a while, the sword intent in front suddenly disappeared, and ghosts from all directions in the west surrounded them.

"Be careful!" Xiang Wanqing unconsciously protected Li Muchen in front of her, and the Seven Star Sword was taken out, splitting into seven. Seven sword lights surrounded them, forming an independent space.

Although Xiang Wanqing's swordsmanship is not as good as that of her second senior brother, she has experienced so much since entering the underworld. She has witnessed her second senior brother's swordsmanship, listened to Li Muchen's teachings, and even realized the magical use of the Seven Star Sword. Now she is no longer a mediocre person, and is much stronger than before she went into the Weak Water.

Surrounded by the Seven-Star Sword Light, the ghostly floating light on the periphery made a hissing sound in the spiritual consciousness as it approached, and dissipated bit by bit.

Li Muchen frowned, grabbed Xiang Wanqing's hand and retracted her sword light.

"Sister, this is a vengeful spirit. If you can't eliminate the vengeance, it will increase your karma."

Xiang Wanqing has actually already felt it. This increase in karma far exceeds the ordinary sins of killing. No wonder Bianhua said that once you enter the City of the Dead, even the gods cannot escape, and even the King of Hell dare not come in.

But as soon as the sword light was retracted, the evil spirits around them immediately surged up and surrounded them like a tide.

The resentment is like a sea, making it difficult to move forward.

Li Muchen took out the Yin-Yang Mirror. When he thought about it, the mirror emitted a faint light, which fell down to form an illusion, isolating them from the outside world.

Looking at the spiritual light surging outside through the illusory mirror light, they found that there was no way out.

At this time, let alone looking for the second senior brother, it is impossible to turn back and leave the City of the Dead, because there is no direction here, and the road they came from has long been submerged. The environment of the Western Zhou Dynasty is also changing at any time due to the movement of resentful spirits.

"Mu Chen, we can't get out." Xiang Wanqing said.

"There is no way out in the place where people died in vain."

"Then what do we do?"

"Don't worry, Second Brother has already left a mark."

Li Muchen turned the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the three magic mirrors kept changing. In the mirror light, a suspended sword appeared faintly, which was both real and illusory. It twisted with the palace and pointed in a direction.

"That's it."

Li Muchen activated the Yin-Yang Mirror to protect the two of them as they moved forward.

As they moved, the illusory sword outside the mirror light also moved, always guiding the direction in front of them.

After a while, the number of wronged spirits outside began to decrease significantly. They were originally as densely packed as a tide, but now they became sparse.

As they walked forward, the stars became fewer and fewer, until finally a single point of light flew past their eyes.

Ahead was an inky darkness, whose extent was unknown. As far as the eye could see, there were only a few clusters of stars in the distance, like mountains studded with diamonds surrounding this dark basin.

Although the illusory sword had faded, it still had a faint light that continued to guide them.

They continued to follow.

After walking in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, a ball of light suddenly appeared in front of them, and the twisted and illusory sword whooshed into the light and disappeared.

Li Muchen put away the Yin-Yang Mirror and looked at Xiang Wanqing.

The two walked towards the bright light.

When I got closer, I found that there was a figure in the hazy light.

The man was standing with his back to them, and the twisted, illusory sword was in his hand.

Seeing that figure from behind, Xiang Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "Second Senior Brother!"

The figure in the light turned around.

Li Muchen had never seen the second senior brother. He saw a young face with heroic features and indescribable compassion in his eyes.

Li Muchen had only seen this kind of look on the face of Master Zhiren from Qiantang.

Li Muchen felt it was very strange. This kind of look should not appear in the eyes of Tiandu disciples, let alone in the eyes of his second senior brother who was obsessed with swordsmanship and whose soul was filled with swords.

"I knew someone would come every day, but I didn't expect it to be you, Wanqing!" The second senior brother's voice was very gentle, which was beyond Li Muchen's expectations.

Xiang Wanqing also seemed a little uncomfortable. This was very different from the Second Senior Brother she knew in the past.

The second senior brother in front of her was standing in the light, hazy and unclear. His expression and words were so different that Xiang Wanqing couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Are you really the second senior brother?"

"I am Lie Chengfeng, but I am already dead. This is just a remnant of my soul."

"what?!"

Xiang Wanqing was horrified.

Li Muchen was also a little shocked. Although he had just noticed that Lie Chengfeng's condition was abnormal, his spiritual sense showed that his magic power was strong and his realm was extremely high. It was impossible for a remnant soul to release such a powerful aura.

It was not until his spiritual consciousness locked onto the illusory sword in the second senior brother's hand that he suddenly understood that the second senior brother had entered the Tao through the sword, and that the man and the sword had long since become one, and the sword soul and the living soul could not be separated.

The one standing here is not the second senior brother himself, but his sword soul. The ball of light wrapped around his body is the light condensed from his life's sword intent.

When Li Muchen's spiritual sense locked onto the sword spirit, Lie Chengfeng sensed it immediately and looked at him. His originally compassionate eyes suddenly became stern.

"Who is this?"

Xiang Wanqing hurriedly said, "Second Senior Brother, this is Junior Junior Brother Li Muchen, who was Master's last disciple eighteen years ago. When he entered the sect, you had already been away from the mountain for seven or eight years."

"Li Muchen... Li Muchen..." Lie Chengfeng read Li Muchen's name, pondered, and suddenly asked, "Is your last name Li?"

Xiang Wanqing felt sad, thinking that Lie Chengfeng was indeed just a remnant soul, with unclear consciousness and memory, otherwise why would he ask Li Muchen such a question as "Why is Li Muchen's surname Li?"

But Li Muchen's heart moved, and he said expectantly: "Yes, my last name is Li, and I am from the Li family in Beijing."

He specifically mentioned the Li family in Beijing, wanting to see his second senior brother's reaction.

But Lie Chengfeng did not react, he just nodded and said:

"Yes, yes. Master is very strict in selecting his disciples. To be accepted as his last disciple, you must be a person of extraordinary stature. No wonder you can lock onto my soul with one glance. But although your realm is high, your magic power is not strong. Could it be that you are just an avatar who came here?"

Li Muchen was a little disappointed, but he still admired the second brother's vision. A ray of sword spirit could recognize him as a clone, so he bowed and said: "Second brother has a keen eye. I am indeed here as a clone."

Lie Chengfeng nodded: "Don't flatter me, I am just a remnant soul, not Lie Chengfeng himself. This sword spirit will dissipate sooner or later."

"Second Brother, how could this happen? You...you..." Xiang Wanqing didn't know how to ask. She never doubted what Second Brother said, but she was unwilling to believe that he was dead.

"You want to ask me how I died, right?"

Lie Chengfeng laughed loudly, and a heroic and heroic aura emanated from him.