Chapter 41: The Sword's Majesty

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  Qingyun Valley, founded by Qingyun Daoist sect's founding master Qingyun Daoren with his divine power, contains the Dragon Gate Dao rhythm.

  Yan Luo Temple was born in Qingyun Valley, where the ancient air machine flows and the ghostly energy is dense.

  On the top of Jiufang Yuntai, many jade tablets were scattered all over, only two jade tablets still hung in the sky.

  Jiufeng Peak Master is watching, the elder of various peaks are watching, the 16th generation disciples are watching, and the 17th generation disciples who walked out of Yanluo Temple are also watching.

  Bu Qing Tian, as the 17th generation leader of Qing Yun Peak, three years ago broke into the fourth layer of the Mirror Hell with a perfect Daoist realm in the Eighth Peak Small Competition, shocking all peaks and seizing the first place in the Eighth Peak Small Competition. He was named one of the eight great leaders of the 17th generation along with Yun Bi Rong and six others. Three years have passed, and he has become a major contender for the leadership of the 17th generation.

  As for Qitian, when he first entered the sect, his Dharma name was already known in the Mingfa Hall. He was shocked by the various peaks and peak masters, and with a pure golden body, he bowed into the Jianfeng Peak. Half a year ago, the name of Xiantian Sword Body spread out, and the secrets of Jianfeng were revealed one by one.

  At this time, the two broke into the seventh layer of Knife Mountain Hell and became the only two people left in Yanluo Temple.

  Mountain of Knives Hell

  At the moment of entering the prison gate, Qitian Sword's consciousness moved, and the sarira was absorbed into the dantian qihai. A ball of pre-heavenly sword energy wrapped around it, blocking the breath.

  The Buddha's light dissipated, and suddenly there were countless knife hums shaking the heart and soul. Row upon row of knife mountains appeared before his eyes.

  Vast and desolate, the crimson earth, one hundred and eight knife mountains stood tall, a mouthful of black divine knives quivered on the knife mountain, emitting a dark glow, the aura of vengeful spirits almost solidified.

  There is plasma flowing everywhere, and in front of each knife mountain, it gathers into a bloody lake. The plasma is surging, with countless hands and feet struggling within, resentment soaring to the sky.

  Boom!

  A powerful idea suddenly descended, Qi Tian's face changed, the sword in his hand wailed, he was like being struck by lightning, his entire mind was numb, the sword body stiffened and could not be controlled.

  In my mind, there seem to be endless resentful thoughts screaming, the sword's consciousness is worn out, and it takes several breaths to completely wipe them clean.

  "Not good!"

  As if facing a great enemy, the sword of recognition beheaded every thought, each one like a willow in the wind, splitting heaven and earth. With each thought shattered, he retreated a step back. After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he had already retreated 108 steps. The sword of recognition dimmed, its divine light far from what it was before.

  Taking a deep breath, Qitian understood that if he continued to receive several more blows, he would inevitably be injured by the 108 Knife Mountains. Not using the Sarira to protect his body was already his limit. After the Yama Palace, there was still one more battle at the Dao Platform.

  The sword was withdrawn, and Qitian's expression remained unchanged. A single thought crushed his body, causing the entire sword to shatter and disintegrate into nothingness in mid-air.

  Qingyun Valley, Jianfeng Cloud Platform.

  A dark jade pendant floated in the sky, slowly dispersing a faint bloody mist, disappearing into thin air after three breaths.

  Before others could react, another three breaths passed and the Cloudy Peak's Cloud Platform, as well as the jade tablet, vanished into thin air.

  He stepped out of the Yama Temple, and the boundless ghostly energy dissipated. The scorching sun shone brightly as he arrived at the Ninth Heaven. His eyes, which were as wide as the sky, slightly closed, then opened again. He paused for a moment, and behind him, a figure brushed past.

  "On the road ahead, we're waiting for you."

  Her white clothes were like snow, her steps on the blue sky. Her voice was calm and flat, but there was an unmistakable elegance about her. His black hair was like ink, his body radiant with a healthy glow, not looking back at all, just leaving directly.

  Lei Gang took a step forward, his body flashing with lightning, the immortal mist was shattered, and silver lightning flashed through his hair, every strand of hair flowing like mercury, flowing with crystal divine light.

  "I didn't expect that in just one year, you would be able to condense such a profound mind, I underestimated you!"

  Lei Gang coldly smiled and said, "However, the struggle for the Daoist throne is different from the emptiness of Yan Luo Temple. The profundity of the Dao and the reality of one's cultivation are irreplaceable. I hope you can laugh until the end."

  "You think you have a natural talent for swordsmanship, but in reality, it's just a faint glimmer of life. It's fundamentally impossible to cultivate. We'll let you know the difference."

  Her eyes were cold and detached, her black hair fluttering as she moved with a lithe, seductive grace. A chill aura emanated from her entire being. Her gaze swept across Qi Tian before settling on Yun Fei, and she let out a disdainful snort. "Yun Fei, I didn't think someone like you could make it to the sixth level, the Dao Platform. You'd best not cross paths with me, or else I'll use my Dao technique to drown you once again!"

  Not a few of the seventeenth generation disciples seemed to know something, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light. This time, however, no one spoke up. Yun Fei had charged through the fifth layer of hell and entered the sixth, silently stunning many people, who didn't dare look at him as they used to.

  Taking a deep breath, Yun Fei reluctantly turned around, but was pressed down on the shoulder by Qi Tian with one hand.

  "Get out of here!"

  Yun Fei was taken aback, he turned his head and stared blankly at Qi Tian Dao: "Younger brother, what did you say?"

  "Get out of here!"

  His gaze was icy cold, he slaughtered the six layers of hell, each layer of hell, was transformed into a sword with his majestic sword intent, and he killed his way through, he experienced the burial pool of forty-nine heavens, tens of millions of swords were added to his body, his sword intent was honed to be extremely powerful, and he also experienced the six layers of hell, although his sword intent wasn't reborn, it was much more refined than before, every thread of his sword intent was crystal clear like jade, emitting a golden jade-like divine light, similarly, this vast sword intent had accumulated all of Qitian's evil energy and killing intent.

  Her eyes shone with a cold light, like the chill of ten thousand icy blades. Qitian spoke again: "Originally, I thought that the path to immortality was not something to be contended for, and that one could quietly seek out the truth and ask about the Way. But over this past year, I have come to realize many things - my swordsmanship may have declined, but its edge has not been dulled. A swordsman must be brave and make progress, never retreating."

  "How dare you say such a thing!"

  Yun Bi's beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, and the blue power almost burst out of her body. Her entire being was boiling with energy, and a strong aura broke out from her body, rushing towards Qi Tian with overwhelming force.

  His body remained still, his sword circulating, from the center of his brow a golden sword consciousness suddenly burst out, like an ancient mountain moving, the sword consciousness that came from Yun Biying was instantly dispersed by one sword, the sword consciousness was as swift as lightning, and in an instant it cut into Yun Biying's sea of consciousness.

  Her face turned pale, Yun Biyan suddenly retreated several feet, a jade-like face as white as paper, with a look of shock in her eyes.

  "How is this possible? You actually possess such a vast mental power, and your sword intent has even condensed into a sentient sword!"

  Above the sky, nine peaks of cloudy platform.

  A hint of unusual color flashed in Ming Bing's eyes, and he said, "It's actually forty-nine layers."

  His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the main elder of the various peaks. Several peak masters who knew some secrets looked at Qitian with a changed gaze.

  Yan Luo Temple gradually faded away, eventually dispersing into the vast land of Qingyun Valley. A white jade platform slowly rose up from the ground, its ancient and unadorned appearance exuding an aura of antiquity. The platform bore the marks of time, rising to a height of ten zhang.

  Under the Taoist stage, Yun Fei nodded heavily and looked at Yun Biyu: "I will personally beat you back and suppress you again!"

  "Wanting to suppress me, wait another ten thousand years!"

  Yun Bi's eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed at Qi Tian, her gaze lingering on him for more than half the time. Qi Tian's sword aura had evoked a sense of apprehension in her.

  "Disciples of Jiufeng, those who have crossed the three layers of hell, may ascend to the Dao platform, and receive the Jade Scripture!"

  Ming Ice Road person sank drank, threw out a palm-sized jade book, the jade book met the wind and swelled up, transformed into a hundred feet in size, the pages turned over, revealing two people's names.

  "Splitting the earth with a majestic aura, sword peak soaring through the clouds, Supreme Dao Platform!"

  On the jade book, there were two hundred jade pages. On each page, the names of the various peaks' disciples were printed. With two rays of divine light grasping them, seventeen generations of disciples suddenly had one person simultaneously rise into the air with Yun Fei and land on the Dao platform.

  His eyes narrowed slightly, just now, he had used his sword intent to touch the power of that jade book, and was almost frozen solid, if not for withdrawing in time, he would have suffered a great loss.

  Calm and peaceful, somewhat enlightened, the Tao is vast and profound, with endless mysteries. Recently, his cultivation has improved, but he has been a bit careless and hasty.

  On the way.

  Yun Fei and the other person stood on opposite sides, with Lie Tu Feng Xuan Yan wearing a earth-yellow Taoist robe, his face also earth-yellow, almost merging with the earth. The power of the Earth Traversing Dao surged forth, as a thick and heavy aura rose up, enveloping Yun Fei. (Everyone's recommendation votes are welcome! If we break 4,000 collections, I wouldn't dare think about it... We need everyone's support to take the top ten steps, currently ranked 13th on the new book chart, just one spot away... Everyone, let's charge forward and fight our way up!)