Chapter 40: Two Jade Pendants

  Copper Column Hell

  The blazing white copper pillar emitted a terrifying heat, distorting the void, while the pale ghostly fire was icy cold.

  In the ghost fire, countless wronged souls are wailing, trapped and unable to transcend for eternity, their mournful cries piercing through endless years, bewildering the mind.

  Buddha's light protects the body, the pre-heavenly sword body reveals its sharpness, the majestic life energy surges within the muscles and bones. Even if it's just a hint, he can still feel the trembling of the sword in his hand. One hundred and eight ghost fires, one hundred and eight copper pillars, the majestic recognition thoughts emanating from them already have the power to shake the sword.

  The golden jade-like yin-yang fish rotated between his eyes, illuminating the void and distinguishing yin and yang. Even countless vengeful spirits materialized, unable to produce any illusion on Qi Tian.

  Burial Sword Pool forty-nine heavens, tens of millions of swords hacked to death, even if the sky collapses and the earth sinks, it is impossible to make Qitian change color.

  Each sword is simple and unadorned, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, or a purple bamboo dripping with dew. However, the sharp edge that shines through tears apart heaven and earth, as if to split open a chaotic world and separate yin and yang.

  The ghost fire was shattered, its sharp edges torn apart, and completely annihilated. One hundred and eight groups of ghost fire, one hundred and eight swords. Each sword burst forth with all the sword's consciousness, each sword's consciousness shooting out like a sword aura, slashing through the void, leaving behind an indelible mark on the bronze pillar.

  Hūn

  One hundred and eight teams of ghost fires extinguished, all the copper pillars lost their ghost fires, instantly cooled down, and collapsed one by one.

  The sarira appeared and fell into an inconspicuous corner, where a seven-foot-tall ugly tree grew crookedly, with pus flowing out, almost impossible to stop.

  Put away the fruit and sarira again, watching this ugly tree dissolve and disappear, Qi Tian couldn't help but sigh.

  The ugly tree was ugly, but it also condensed into a fruit. Now the fruit has been picked by him, and the ugly tree is gone, no longer in the world. This has happened six times already.

  The seventh prison gate materialized, and as soon as it opened, before even stepping inside, Qitian felt the Buddha's light around his body trembling slightly, and the sword in his hand was humming non-stop, vaguely, it seemed to have signs of collapse.

  Green Cloud Valley

  Jiǔ Fāng Yún Tái Rán Xiān Xiāng, xiāng yān niǎo niǎo, rú sī rú lǚ, xiǎn huà chū zhū bān qì xiàng, jìn liǎng qiān kuài hēi yù xuán fú zài qióng tiān zhī shàng, shàng miàn xuè hén duō shǎo bù yī.

  Translation:

  The Nine-Storeyed Cloud Platform burns the Immortal Incense, the incense smoke wafts gently, like silk or threads, manifesting all sorts of phenomena. Nearly two thousand pieces of black jade float in the sky above, with varying amounts of bloodstains on their surfaces.

  The grand gate of Yanluo Temple swung open, and more than a thousand people stumbled out, almost everyone with lingering fear, their Taoist robes drenched in cold sweat.

  Eighteen levels of hell, eighteen levels of Taoist mind, great danger!

  Some of the 16th generation disciples sighed and thought about how they had also come from there, and when they thought about the horror of Yan Luo Temple, they couldn't help but shudder.

  Humm——

  A humming noise rose, and everyone's eyes gathered. On the top of Qingyun Peak's Cloud Platform, a jade plaque burst forth with a dazzling blood halo. This was the biggest commotion so far. The dense blood halo almost enveloped the entire jade plaque. On it, there were six perfectly round blood stains. The seventh one had just begun to appear.

  "Ascend to the Seventh Layer of Knife Mountain Hell!"

  "He really passed the sixth layer, this step to the blue sky is too terrible, worthy of being that one's second brother, such talent, I'm afraid it's comparable to that one in his heyday."

  "Wait, that's——"

  Many of the 16th generation disciples were shocked, after the Qingtian Yu Pai burst out with ten bloody auras, another bloody aura burst forth, equally brilliant and crystal clear, six blood marks were full, and the seventh blood light was hidden.

  "Seventh Layer of Knife Mountain Hell!"

  "The Seventh Layer of Knife Mountain Hell, Qi Tian, really charged into Knife Mountain Hell!"

  "Blade Mountain Hell, that's Blade Mountain Hell. Our 16th generation, nearly a thousand people, probably only less than three-tenths can reach this level. Regardless of cultivation, this state of mind is already not inferior to most of us!"

  "He didn't enter the immortal path, he doesn't know the height of heaven and the thickness of earth. In less than a year, this Qi Tian who was originally able to withstand the sword peak with his pure golden body, we all underestimated him."

  Some of the 16th generation disciples sighed, some were moved in their hearts, and one of them opened his mouth to say: "You guys said, will that one...?"

  Many people were silent, their eyes showing a color of fear, extremely cautious, even more careful than when they saw the Yama Palace.

  "That one is possible, but the congenital sword body has just grown up and doesn't know if that one can hold back."

  After a moment of silence, someone whispered softly, but no one responded, and they fell silent again.

  Jiufang Cloud Platform, several peak owners furrowed their brows. The changes in Jianfeng, they had been watching with their own eyes. At this moment, they also thought of some things and roughly understood a bit.

  Liyang Peak's master spoke first, his eyes filled with a hint of emotion, saying: "The Heavenly Palace's divine court, awe-inspiring and majestic in the Eastern Land, the Qingyun Xuansword is not inferior to others. It has been 5,000 years."

  Five thousand years have passed, even if separated by five thousand generations, when hearing this sentence again, several peak masters couldn't help but be moved.

  Ming Bing Dao sat at the edge of the cloud platform, gazing towards the Yama Temple, and murmured: "It's almost done."

  After the fragrance of incense, Yun Biyu and seven others stepped into the seventh floor, while Yun Fei and dozens of others entered the sixth floor. From then on, the entire Yan Luo Temple was left with only a few dozen people in the sixth and seventh floors.

  Outside the Yama Temple, many of the 17th generation disciples widened their eyes and remained silent. At this moment, on the Nine Square Cloud Platform, only dozens of jade plaques were left. Among these dozens of jade plaques, only two belonging to Jian Feng still existed.

  "That Cloud Flying has entered the sixth layer! He actually has such a strong foundation!"

  In the past, two Taoist boys guarding the Mingfa Hall looked shocked and somewhat disbelieving.

  The mind of the Tao is not comparable to others, with a firm and unshakeable mind, one can eliminate illusions and resist demonic obstacles. Compared to ordinary practitioners, it's easier to advance and avoid many calamities. Even if one is only a Sword Immortal, having this mindset is enough to surpass many people in the future. Even if the sword path has declined, one can still rely on their grand realm to suppress others.

  Not to mention that above Yun Fei, there is also a Qi Tian, many of the 17th generation disciples have nothing to say, and don't know what to say.

  Thirty breaths later, the red cloud of Lieyang Peak walked out from Yanluo Temple; thirty-two breaths, Qixia Peak Nie Qing; thirty-five breaths, Cuicui Peak Mu Yuan; forty breaths, Changming Peak Gu Qianye; forty-six breaths, Lietu Peak Ling Shan; fifty-seven breaths, Lianhua Peak Yun Biyu; seventy breaths, Zilei Peak Lei Gang.

  Seven people stood in front of Yan Luo Temple, surrounded by a faint halo, standing out from the crowd, and few dared to approach.

  At this time, Yun Biyuan's seven people's faces were somewhat unsightly. The existence of Jian Fengyun and the two jade plaques heavily slapped their faces.

  Yun Fei and the others didn't mention it, but they also knew Yun Fei. Even if he had entered the sixth layer, they wouldn't have looked at him with much regard. However, Qi Tian was different. Having just entered Jian Feng for less than a year, this time, they really fell flat on their faces.

  "Very well, Innate Sword Body, I'd like to see how long you can withstand my Taoist incantations on the Dao Platform!"

  Yun Bi's smile was cold, and as she spoke, her beautiful face seemed to radiate an icy aura. Her eyes sparkled with a chilly light that made some of the 17th generation disciples who met her gaze feel like they were frozen in place, their hearts sinking into an endless icy river, startling them so much that they retreated several steps, avoiding eye contact.

  The seventeenth generation of eight peaks' leaders were all people who had once suppressed the sixteenth generation. They marched in reverse, and many of the seventeenth generation's disciples couldn't compare to them.

  After another half incense stick, Yun Fei and dozens of others walked out of the Yama Temple one by one.

  His body emitted a cold killing aura, Yun Fei held the purple bamboo sword in his hand, the purple bamboo sword's edge sparkled, and actually produced a faint sword rhyme. This sword rhyme was faint but very clear.

  "The five-product Dao sword can only produce a sword rhyme that is comparable to my five-product Dao device, producing a Dao rhyme."

  "No, it has not been promoted yet. The purple bamboo sword's light is still retracted, and it is only a fourth-grade sword. However, the emergence of the sword rhyme will certainly allow it to be promoted to fifth grade."

  Everyone's eyes are red, and among the 17 generations of disciples, most can already reach the top with a third-grade Dao instrument. What about a fourth-grade Dao instrument? Only a few people can be granted one, like Yun Fei, who was born with a fifth-grade sword rhyme, which is really astonishing.

  However, with a different path, even if the sword is extremely powerful, without sword energy, it's impossible to stimulate the flow of Tao, and can only stare blankly.

  At this time, on the top of Jiufang Cloud Platform, there were only two jade tokens left.

  Everyone's eyes are focused, almost gathering the entire Qingyun Gate's momentum. The Yanluo Temple is filled with a eerie and ominous atmosphere, with white ghostly flames burning to resist this momentum. (The great battle is about to begin. Young generation, starting from the 17th generation, Qitian will make his move in reverse. All sword friends who have collected, please use your recommendation votes to help Qitian with one arm, assist him in reversing the trend and showcasing his swordsmanship!)