Chapter 161 Yaoyue: Meeting an old friend, but I am not happy

Tianyuan Secret Realm.

In the middle of Tongtian Bridge.

The huge island is suspended in the sky.

A slender figure came down from above.

Liang Hui stood on the edge of the island and scanned the surrounding environment.

Being in it, the island feels even more vast.

Everywhere you look, you see desolation; most of these marginal buildings are reduced to ruins.

Liang Hui first used the Liuguang Bell to sense the immortal light stored in Su Yao's body and confirmed that there was no problem.

He took out a jade slip from his arms and looked at the map again.

After confirming the location of the Sutra Repository, he ran away.

First achieve the main purpose of entering the secret realm, and then obtain other treasures.

Ruinous buildings passed by.

time flies.

The buildings we passed by became more and more complete, and we even saw people bombarding the restrictions, trying to enter the buildings to search.

These people became very alert when they saw the young man appear.

However, Liang Hui just glanced at it casually and continued on his way.

Until a magnificent building appeared in the field of vision. In front of the building, a monk wearing a navy blue robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground, tapping a wooden fish.

With every knock, the restrictions covering the building flickered, as if they would be broken in the next moment.

"Bald donkey!"

Liang Hui suddenly stopped and looked at the bald man with a puzzled look.

He had seen this monk sitting cross-legged at the very front of the canyon before entering the secret realm.

As soon as he saw the monk, he remembered a salvation event in the black market outside Leiji City.

Looking up, I saw the words "Xijian" on the plaque of the magnificent building.

"It shouldn't take too long."

As he muttered to himself, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he strode towards the monk.

And the monk obviously also discovered Liang Hui.

"Donor, please repent!"

The Buddhist sound spread through the space, first low and then deafening.

Carrying a sense of repentance.

Bang!

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the winding sword light instantly cut through the Buddha's sound.

The vast sword light covered the space and rushed towards the monk.

At this moment, a solemn expression appeared on the monk's calm face.

He tapped the wooden fish lightly with his palms, and tried his best to mobilize the internal strength in his body.

break!
With a loud shout, the vast sword light dissipated.

But there was still a ray of sword light that broke through the sound waves and slashed at his neck.

Stab it!

A long and narrow sword mark appeared on the monk's neck.

There was a flash of surprise in Liang Hui's eyes. His sword did not cut off his neck.

Somewhat capable.

He exerted force with his palm again, wanting to kill the enemy directly.

The golden palm has already pressed on the sword.

Click!Click!
The long sword is broken.

Before the monk could breathe a sigh of relief.

A hand as white as topaz was already pressing on his head.

work hard.

clang!
A dull bell rang.

The monk's head tilted back, his head felt dizzy, and he had no other reaction.

Another palm was pressed on his bald head.

One palm after another, each heavier than the last.

clang!clang!clang!
The sound of the evening bell continued to ring, and the ground around the two people was already cracking inch by inch under the strong wind.

There were nine palms in total before Liang Hui stopped.

He looked indifferently at the headless corpse sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The monk had no chance to stand up until his death.

He stretched out his hand, and red flames rose in his palm, then fell onto the monk's corpse.

Liang Hui stared at the corpses burning in the flames without any thought of collecting the spoils.

Now he stays away from monks' belongings.

After the corpses were burned, Liang Hui turned his gaze to the building in front of him.

With a thought, the three-legged ancient tripod floated above his head.

Then it grew rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it was as big as a mountain.

Boom, falling!
boom! Click!

The already shaky restriction was broken in an instant.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp aura came from the building in front of him.

Liang Hui carefully sensed the aura belonging to the sword cultivator.

With a wave of his hand, the Cangqing Ding shrank and hovered above the young man's head, emitting a trace of bronze light.

Liang Hui walked towards the ancient temple with an ancient tripod on his head and a spear on his back.

Crunch!

The tall door was pushed open.

Two wide pools of water came into view, with silvery-white liquid flowing in them.

There were long swords stuck in a pool of water, emitting a piercing sharp edge.

There is also a smaller pond filled with discarded rusty and broken swords.

The moment Liang Hui entered the ancient palace, he cast his gaze towards the abandoned sword pond, and ripples appeared in his eyes.

Piles and piles of 'dream-like' auras continuously emanated from those broken and rusted swords.

Even with his personality, it's hard to stay calm.

With so many "dream-entering" items, even if only one tenth or one percent can lead to obtaining the sword scripture, the goal of entering the secret realm will be achieved.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath to calm the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He walked forward slowly and began to carefully put away the broken sword.

One storage space, two, three, five, filling up five storage spaces.

Although he has not screened them carefully yet, Liang Hui has already sensed more than one aura belonging to the level of divine veins and primordial spirit.

There are also many levels of Qi channels and Taoism, not to mention the items below them.

It can be said that with only the 'dream' items in the storage ring, this trip to the secret realm is no longer about whether the goal has been achieved, but how much money has been earned.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously drew a smile. Turn around!

He walked leisurely towards another pool of water.

He stretched out his hand, and a long sword flew directly into his palm.

After feeling it carefully, he threw it aside.

Bang!

The long sword fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

"The blade looks sharp, but the inside is rotten and cannot be used as a weapon."

Liang Hui sighed softly.

I was not surprised. Six hundred years was enough time for most things in the world to decay and fall into ruin.

In order to save time, he began to use the Liuguang Clock to observe the long sword in the pool.

A rotten sword swept across.

what!
With a thought, a dark stream of light shot out from the pool.

He clenched his hands, and a pitch-black long sword appeared in his palms.

He looked carefully at the sword in his hand.

There was not even a trace of decay inside the sword.

He exerted force with his palm, but the pitch-black sword did not deform.

Then the internal force poured into the sword.

The pitch-black sword turned green and swung gently downwards.

The entire pool of water split open, and all the swords stuck in it turned into pieces.

Liang Hui frowned slightly. Such power was too ordinary and could not be considered outstanding.

But he finally put the black sword across his waist.

Although the long sword is not very powerful, it is sturdy, so Liang Hui does not need to replace the sword frequently.

After putting away all the items he had obtained, Liang Hui walked out of the ancient temple.

As soon as I stepped out of the ancient temple, five figures came into view.

They stood outside the ancient temple, looking at the young man who walked out vigilantly, and no one acted rashly.

"Who are you, fellow Daoist? I remember that this ancient temple was to be cracked by Master Sanhua."

The person who spoke was the young man standing in the middle of the five people. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an extraordinary aura.

Liang Hui grinned and took a step forward.

"I am kind-hearted. The monk has already sent him to see the Buddha."

"As for who I am, I am Qin Dao from the Beast Taming Sect."

With a light stomp, the ground beneath his feet began to crack.

Liang Hui instantly came in front of the young man, and his white palm crossed the barrier of space and pressed against the enemy's face.

Snapped!
The young man's head exploded like a melon or fruit.

Blood and bones scattered everywhere.

"Zhou people, damn it!"

Howling in extreme anger.

A punch, a finger, a bell, and a halberd came from all directions, blocking all of Liang Hui's escape routes.

The young man looked calm, his hand on the black hilt.

Bang!

The dazzling sword light and extreme sharpness covered everything.

The ancient bell was torn apart, the halberd was broken, and only blood was flowing on the fists and fingers.

Bang!

The sword light dissipated, the long sword returned to its sheath, and four more corpses appeared on the spot.

Liang Hui tapped the hilt of the sword with his palm, his eyes indifferent.

"I am a Zhou person, but I was summoned from Tuzhou by your King Chu himself."

"Moreover, once you enter this secret realm, your fate is already determined. It is only a matter of time."

The low voice drifted in the wind.

The young man's figure had disappeared from the spot.

The ruins of Tianyuan Sword Sect, deep in the island.

In front of the Sutra Repository.

A group of people gathered here, including a gentle young man with a long sword on his back, a woman wearing a veil who looked like an elf in the moon, and a majestic middle-aged man in golden armor.

They gathered here and continued to attack the restrictions in front of the Sutra Library.

Obviously everyone knows that this is the most likely place to place the Tianyuan Sword Sect's exploration of the future path of the soul.

The restriction continued to shake, and it looked like it might break in the next instant.

At this moment, the woman in veil suddenly stopped attacking and glanced at the crowd gathered around her.

"Brother Huang, Brother Nie, the Sutra Library is about to be broken into. Are there too many people around?"

The middle-aged man in golden armor glanced around and nodded his forehead.

They put so much effort and even used several secret treasures, not to let others take advantage of them.

The young man with a long sword on his back frowned slightly, looking at the serious expression on the woman's face, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Once Tuzhou is defeated, the Saint Yaoyue who dominated the Great Chu will never come back."

"Only the scheming royal princess remains."

For a moment, the woman in the veil stiffened and her eyes were confused. She seemed to see the slender figure who was raising the glass and killing her.

"Nie An, you don't understand. Only by fighting him in person can you realize how terrifying that person is."

"It's not difficult to kill you in the same realm as us."

"is it?"

Nie An recalled a fight that took place just after he entered the secret realm. The opponent was obviously weaker than him in terms of realm, but he was still able to defeat him badly, forcing him to flee in embarrassment.

If that person was at the same level as him, he would probably turn around and run away.

"Royal sister, don't worry."

"This time, Zhou State sent that Taoist to our Great Chu State for the sake of peace talks. Even if he escapes halfway, he will be caught as long as he is in our Chu State."

"Then I will make you avenge this blood feud."

The middle-aged man in golden armor comforted.

At the same time, he gave a few instructions to the guards behind him, and the surrounding guards began to disperse the crowd.

"what!"

Suddenly, a shrill howl echoed throughout the street.

All eyes turned to where the screaming was coming from, and where a headless corpse dressed as a guard was standing on the street.

There was also a slender figure beside him, with bloody fingers and palms.

The figure carried a spear on his back and a black sword on his waist, and walked slowly forward.

The moment she saw that figure, Yao Yue's eyes changed rapidly, showing fear, confusion, and unwillingness.

In the end, it all turned into a sigh.

"Qin Dao, we meet again."

(End of this chapter)