In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

It seems that the Pure Land Temple was the culprit that caused the spiritual power of Fenglei Sword Master's flying sword to be severely damaged and his life to be in danger.

As this thought flashed through his mind, Jian Shengchun's expression became more and more strange.

The monks from the Pure Land Temple looked at him strangely, not knowing what was wrong with him, and didn't take him seriously.

After the people from the major sects exchanged greetings, someone said to the disciples:

"You can go to the market and see if there is anything you need or if you don't need it, you can go and exchange it with fellow Taoists in the market to prevent some treasures from being lost in the dust."

Among them are disciples of the Pure Land Temple.

.......

The white mist controlled the sword light and flew towards Jianshou Peak.

During the three months, he walked around in this cultivation world little by little, and finally got a rough idea of ​​what happened back then.

Whether it was the Pure Land Temple that damaged the elder brother's heart, or the list of disciples from Jianshou Peak that was exposed somewhere, or the battle in which so many brothers participated, what kind of monster appeared...

Tongtian Palace is the most powerful business and sect in this land, and its Tongtian News is the most up-to-date.

However, the information query is not free, and the price is enough to make ordinary monks feel painful.

Bai Wu is certainly not someone who gets things for free.

After he convinced people with his virtue and repeatedly asked if they wanted the sword, Tongtian Palace voluntarily helped him investigate the events of the past for free and refused to take his sword no matter what.

I can only say that there are still many good people in this world.

The final results of the inquiry all pointed to the two sects of Jingtu Temple and Shoutu Temple.

In the battle of the demon invasion, the shadow of the Red Dragon was also present behind the leader of thousands of demons.

Bai Wu felt as if his heart was burning, and he couldn't wait to release it.

As the fire in his heart grew stronger, the flying sword's light dancing in the flames became more lively and purer.

A sword light came from the sky, fell into the top of the sword head and disappeared.

The monks at the foot of Jianshou Peak looked at the Jianyi Sect disciples who were in charge of stopping the people with confusion, and someone asked:

"Why don't you stop this sword light?"

The disciple of Jianyi Sect rolled his eyes. Was he crazy enough to stop this senior?

"He is originally from Jianshou Peak, why should I stop him?"

"Are there other people on Jianshou Peak?"

Others were surprised.

"How strange! We in the Jianyi Sect didn't say that Zhao Ying was the only one left at Jianshou Peak."

The top of Jianshou Peak.

When Zhao Ying saw Bai Wu finally returning, she immediately went to greet him with joy.

The market at the foot of Qingshi Mountain was very lively. She wanted to go and see it, but she was the only one on the mountain and it was not convenient for her to leave.

"How's your sword training going?"

Bai Wu asked gently.

"I haven't broken through the third realm yet, but I'm not too far away. Uncle Master, your vision is too sharp. I didn't even notice the problems you pointed out."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ying became a little excited.

She hadn't been able to make a breakthrough in many years, but her junior uncle only gave her a few pointers and she actually showed signs of a breakthrough.

"Okay, just take a rest for the remaining few days."

Bai Wu nodded and walked towards the bedroom.

For some reason, he became more and more attached to this little bed.

Zhao Ying immediately walked towards the market at the foot of the mountain.

The market was very lively, stretching for several miles along the foot of the mountain, and was bustling with monks who had gathered from all directions.

Although her name was very famous at that time, only a few people in the market could recognize her.

"Snow Leopard, Snow Leopard, from the fifth mountain in Rick Mountain. I don't want money, I only want pearls."

"Spirit Chicken, Spirit Chicken, after two and a half years of training, it has many talents, unique appearance, and exclusive dance mode. Just give it a ball to trigger it..."

"Fairy Meiyu's bath water. I am her junior fellow apprentice, real name verified! Also selling fairy stockings, all kinds of colors available."

"Golden watermelon, golden watermelon, the rind and flesh of the watermelon are both made of gold, I can cut it in half with a knife, why are you looking for trouble with me?"

"The latest signature work of the famous lyricist Kapo from Confucianism, two lines that shocked the world! Let me read two lines for everyone to listen to:

"But the snow, drifting into my eyes..."

Everyone, listen to this artistic conception, it is invincible!"

The market was very lively, but Zhao Ying, who was short of money, just wandered around and had no intention of buying anything.

Suddenly, a stall surrounded by monks carrying swords caught her attention.

When I walked over to take a look, I found that it was actually a stall selling swords. A monk dressed in ordinary clothes was sitting in front of the stall with his eyes closed. There were six swords on the stall for others to observe.

"These are all flying swords, right? They all look like sword balls made of extremely fine materials and refined with the fire of the heart. How dare you be willing to sell them?"

Someone commented.

"But why do these flying swords seem to lack spiritual power?"

The monk opened his eyes and said:

"Good eyesight, these flying swords were all made by sword cultivators who sacrificed their lives to help our human race fight against demons. I don't want these flying swords to be covered in dust, so I took them out and let them continue to contribute to our human race.

The spirituality was damaged only because the previous master died."

Upon hearing this, some people surrounding the stall showed excitement. These flying swords were of excellent quality and only needed to be nurtured for a few years before they could exert their power. They were better than the swords they had made themselves.

Some sword cultivators had strange looks in their eyes.

As a sword cultivator with a heritage and a sect, whenever a sword cultivator in their sect died, the flying sword would be recovered by someone. How could this person have so many ownerless flying swords?

Zhao Ying, who was outside the crowd, was stunned as she looked at these flying swords.

She tentatively called out to the sword on the stall:

"Liuyun?"

On the stall, a flying sword with a white cloud pattern flickered inconspicuously, as if it was struggling. Unfortunately, due to its severe spiritual damage, it could only do this much.

But this was enough for Zhao Ying to confirm its identity—

Uncle Huan Yuanjing's Liuyun Flying Sword!

What about the other swords... Feiluan, Yongge, Gongzhan...

The names corresponding to the flying swords appeared in her mind.

She immediately parted the crowd, walked up to the stall, and asked the monk how to sell his flying sword.

She had to take back these flying swords from her uncle's master no matter what.

"You can't afford it, little girl."

The man just glanced at Zhao Ying and shook his head.

"You haven't even mentioned the price yet, so how do you know I can't afford it?"

"Each of my flying swords requires the fresh corpse of a third-level demon to be exchanged. Can you do it?"

The people in front of the stall nodded. Compared with the value of these flying swords, the price was not outrageous.

Zhao Ying hesitated. She was only at the second realm, how could she kill a third realm demon?

But she can't do it, but Junior Master can definitely do it!

"You keep all these flying swords. I will ask my elder to come now. He will definitely be able to do it."

"Oh, I won't leave it to you. I have six swords here. Can your elders kill six third-level demons in one day?"

The sword-selling monk sneered.

"OK."

Zhao Ying threw down a few words and immediately ran towards Jianshou Peak.

Hearing her words, the many monks surrounding the stall burst into laughter.

What do you think of the Third Realm Great Demon?

In today's cultivation world, which cultivator dares to say that he can kill six third-level demons in one day?