Chapter 1: The Seven-Colored Dragon Boat, Azure Pearl...

  "I'm doomed!" Qiong Tong strongly urged the red flag to hold back the enemy, but his body's primordial spirit was suddenly greatly shaken. His mind was a sea of blood, and in an instant, several cold streams like thin snakes rampaged through his body. For a moment, his entire body stiffened, and the red flag's momentum was lost. The terrifying ghostly creature that had been so intimidating was instantly torn apart by crisscrossing lightning.

  Originally, the six-faced red banner was called Chi Luo Flag, a rare and powerful Buddhist treasure that could be used for both offense and defense. Those who had achieved high levels of cultivation could condense it into a terrifying Yaksha, similar to the legendary external incarnation of a great sage. However, the power of the Chi Luo Flag array came from extracting the dark demonic energy from the earth, causing the caster to suffer from hallucinations and backlash. Arhat's cultivation was not enough, and he did not dare use this treasure when facing his enemy He Tu that day. Now, in a desperate bid, he had no luck at all, his primordial spirit was counterattacked by the bloodthirsty demonic illusions, and the yin energy of ghosts and spirits in his body could no longer be suppressed, bursting out suddenly.

  This life-and-death duel was extremely perilous, leaving no room for even the slightest mistake. Just as a thought of "I'm done for" flashed through Tong Lin's mind, Miro in mid-air let out a cold laugh, and a surge of black energy burst forth from his hand, coalescing into a massive black claw that swiped down.

  The pearl that Miro wanted was now in the hands of a young man who had been stunned by the two men's battle, and since Qiongtong had always been cunning, he didn't hesitate to take action. Miro's shadowy hand was originally a technique for dealing with flying swords, filled with evil and filthy energy, containing star sand, diamond sand, etc., which could split gold and stone. Unfortunately, Qiongtong had no chance to counterattack, and with one grab, he was crushed along with his coffin, like a fragile cookie being pinched into powder.

  Miro's claw killed the locust, and suddenly his eyes changed. In the northern sky, several sword lights flashed like a startled dragon, breaking through the air and arriving at an astonishing speed. It seemed that they had only flashed once, and three people were already standing in the arena: two men and one woman. All three wore white robes with silver silk trim, and two of the men had distinctive features - one had thick eyebrows and a tall, sturdy build, while the other had a long beard and a braid on top of his head. The woman, although over thirty years old, had a seductive figure that seemed as if it would float away in the wind. Three sword lights, black, red, and white, swirled around each of their bodies, flickering and disappearing unpredictably.

  "What a coincidence! Thunder Silver Pearl! Are you a disciple of the North Mang Yin Xiao Dao?" The three people had just appeared, and they saw Miro kill the Arhat with one claw. They put away the Thunder Silver Pearl and immediately recognized Miro's identity. They were stunned for a moment. "How could it be someone from Qingcheng?" But Miro was also secretly shocked in his heart. Firstly, he did not expect that someone would come so quickly, and secondly, from the three people's clothes and appearance, Miro had already recognized that they were not disciples of Shushan, but rather disciples of Qingcheng's Qingyang Sanren - Ao Ming, Song Hezi, and Shui Wuyue. These three people were all famous masters, and Miro had already thought that he might not be a match for them. Before the three could speak, the bloody black air recondensed and directly grabbed at the young man inside the red flag.

  "What's going on? Wait a minute!" Ao Ming, Song Hezi and Shui Wuyue were just passing by coincidentally when they saw the strange light flashing in this place. They had only just arrived after hearing that someone was fighting with magic. They had just discovered that Miro was from the Beimang Yin Xiaodao sect, but before they could understand what was happening, Miro suddenly attacked the young man. At the same time, Song Hezi's sharp eyes caught sight of the pearl in the young man's hand and he exclaimed in surprise. As soon as his voice rose, a white sword light had already jumped three times, blocking Miro's Naihe Yinxiaoshou move.

  "What?" Ao Meng and Shui Wu Yue didn't know what was going on, but the three of them were connected by a single breath, with an unspoken understanding. As soon as Song He Zi's sword light flashed out, Ao Meng and Shui Wu Yue's two sword lights also burst forth. Shui Wu Yue's scabbard was green, but when her heart moved, her sword light flew out, and it was entirely crimson, intersecting with Ao Meng's black sword light as they rapidly revolved around the two of them.

  "Go!" A silver light directly smashed towards the seemingly weakest of the three, Mizuki, but with a "ting" sound, Ao's black flying sword blocked the silver light shot out by Miro. With a clash, the black flying sword emitted a black scale light, and the black light and silver light scattered like liquid gold. Meanwhile, Mizuki's red flying sword directly struck towards Miro.

  "Qingcheng's flying sword is indeed not ordinary!" Miro's face was unpredictable, and before this, Miro had also fought against other sword immortals with flying swords, but the Qingcheng school, a renowned sect for thousands of years, was in a completely different league. Song Hezi's flying sword was made of unknown material, and when faced with Miro's Naihe Yinxia hand, which was specifically designed to destroy flying swords, it didn't flinch at all. The silver light was the Intolerable Silver Pearl that Miro had just retrieved, although the stored lightning had been used up, but the pearl itself was also a treasure, and with one strike, it had the power of a thousand jun, but Song Hezi's flying sword easily blocked it, and the three of them coordinated their attack and defense with great skill. With one strike, Miro knew he was no match for them. However, the Intolerable Silver Pearl was right in front of him, and to let Miro give up now would be extremely difficult. The Naihe Yinxia hand quickly withdrew, and as it grabbed towards Shui Wuyue's sword light, Miro's mind was racing with thoughts of how to counterattack.

  "Another flying sword? Who is it this time?" Just then, a golden light shot out from the sky like a blazing flame, and before it even reached them, waves of pressure came crashing down. The momentum was so strong that Ao Meng's flying swords also flew back to him, each one hovering in mid-air as he focused his mind and prepared for battle.

  The sword light fell like a flying waterfall, revealing the figure of a bald and stout old man with fat ears and thin eyes. He had no air of a master, but his gaze flashed like lightning. "You're one step too late!" The old man's eyes scanned around, letting out a long sigh, seeing the golden flying swords around him with small flames dancing on them. Suddenly, Song Hezi thought of someone else and was shocked, "The Blazing Golden Ape Sword, are you Liet Yang Zhen Ren?"

  The stout old man didn't answer, his eyes fixed on Miro, "Are you going to take care of it yourself, or do I need to step in?"

  At this moment, Miro also knew that the short and stout old man was Lieyang Zhenren, a good friend of Qiongtong. Just by looking at Lieyang Zhenren's flying sword cultivation, Miro knew he wasn't a match for him. However, Miro was naturally ruthless and venomous, but not afraid. He snorted and didn't say another word, just coldly staring at Miro.

  "What's that?" Lianyang Zhenren's sword light surged violently, just as he was about to make his move. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the blue glow peeking out from between the youth's fingers, and his entire body shook with surprise.

  "How come you've only just realized this is the Baoqian Pearl?" Miro saw the situation and let out a cold laugh, "Jingtong sent you to rescue him, but didn't tell you it was because of the Baoqian Pearl that he suffered this calamity?"

  "Even if your master were here, you wouldn't dare speak to me in such a tone! You're about to die and yet you still have the audacity!" Leng Yang Zhen Ren was furious, his sword flashing like lightning striking the ground, exploding towards Miro.

  Miro stretched out his hand, and the black air and sword light touched, but it was like pouring hot oil on a red-hot iron plate, sizzling and turning into blue smoke. However, Miro didn't seem to be in a hurry, he just said, "You say that everyone in Shu Mountain is a dead pig?"

  Liyang Zhenren's sword light jumped upon hearing this, "Yin Xiao Zhenren's magic has always been sinister and poisonous. This kid is his disciple, if we were to fight to the death, it would be difficult to take him down for a while. Moreover, this place is close to Shu Mountain, and these three from Qingcheng are not ordinary people. If we're not careful, we might end up at a disadvantage." With a flash of inspiration, Liyang Zhenren became even more hesitant.

  A faint sneer suddenly floated at the corner of Miro's mouth.

  No matter how high your cultivation is, when you see this pearl, it's still like this!

  Miro's idea was originally not bad, and this bead was also a great temptation for Lieyang Zhenren. As soon as he recognized the bead, Lieyang Zhenren's primordial spirit was greatly shaken, as if he had fallen into the greedy hell of Buddhist cultivation. He almost lost control of his flying sword, which was tied to his life. However, Miro did not think that Lieyang Zhenren's personality was extremely fierce. "What if I don't want this bead?" As soon as he saw the mocking intention in Miro's mouth, a nameless fire ignited in Lieyang Zhenren's heart. Without thinking, the sword light burst out, and everyone's eyes were like a bright golden crow, shining brightly within a radius of several meters, as if it were daytime.

  "Good you, short and fat gourd!" Miro saw it, suddenly shocked and pale, hurriedly waving his short stick, black air bursting out.

  Liet Yang Zhenren burst into loud laughter, pointing with his hand. The Chiyan Golden Ape Sword was forged from the finest gold in the earth's core using the true fire of the red sun, its power immense and unafraid of dark souls' pollution. With a single slash, it whipped up the black air to scatter and fly away.

  A silver light struck the face of Lieyang Zhenren, but Miro saw that things were not going well and smashed out another Imperial Thunder Silver Pearl. "Hmph!" Lieyang Zhenren did not dodge or evade, suddenly opening his mouth, a loud explosion sounded, spewing out a white air wave, which rolled up and swallowed the Imperial Thunder Silver Pearl into Lieyang Zhenren's mouth. On the other side, Miro suddenly trembled all over, turned pale, and almost got cut down by Lieyang Zhenren's sword light.

  "The flying sword technique of Lieyang Zhenren is indeed overbearing, and it has already taken away the opponent's magic treasure!" The three people from Qingcheng had just flashed this thought in their minds when they suddenly heard Miro shout loudly: "What, you want to take advantage of the situation to snatch the Xuanjiu Pearl?"

  Ao Meng, Song Hezi and Shui Wu Yue were all stunned for a moment. Lie Yang Zhenren also hesitated for a moment before Mi Luo suddenly shook his hand and scattered a stream of cyan smoke. The cold air was eerie, "What a sinister plot!" The three people from Qingcheng furrowed their brows, immediately recognizing that it was extremely toxic Xuanming Yin phosphorus sand. At the same time, they also reacted to the fact that Mi Luo had intentionally shouted to disrupt Lie Yang Zhenren's mind, creating an opportunity to release the Xuanming Yin phosphorus sand under Lie Yang Zhenren's flying sword execution.

  "Not good!" Lieyang Zhenren also woke up instantly, but the cyan smoke shook and blocked his Chiyan Golden Ape Sword. When he hastily recalled the flying sword, the sword's body was already flashing with a crimson phosphorescent light.

  This imperial envoy flying sword looks ordinary, but it's actually not easy to cultivate. Generally, the method of flying sword requires a powerful flying sword as the sword embryo, using one's own yuanqi to nourish it, slowly separating one's yuanshen onto it, and having a spiritual connection with it, making it like an extension of one's own hands and feet, only then can it be considered as initially formed. Although Leng Yang Zhen Ren's Red Flame Golden Ape Sword is not an ordinary item, the Miro's Xuan Ming Yin Phosphorus Sand directly adheres to the sword body, burning yuanqi, and now the Red Flame Golden Ape Sword's light has greatly diminished, the lost yuanqi will take at least a thousand days of effort to recover.

  Liyang Zhenren severed the connection between Miro and Xilingyin with his own true yuan, retrieved the treasure, and injured Miro's primordial spirit. Miro retaliated by burning Liyang Zhenren's primordial spirit with Xuanyu Yinshen Sand, damaging his flying sword. This could be considered a quick counterattack. However, for Liyang Zhenren, Miro was just a junior who couldn't even withstand a few moves. The flying sword suffered damage, and Liyang Zhenren was enraged to the point where his three corpses gods violently jumped up. "If I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be human!" A flash of sword light later, Miro swung his short staff to block, but it was a feint. Boom! Several loud explosions shook the air as golden lightning burst forth, and electric snakes danced wildly. The five golden heavenly thunders shot out from Liyang Zhenren's hand struck Miro right on target. Miro let out a strange cry as the black smoke around him dispersed by more than half, and his body was sent flying in mid-air like a windmill.

  "This man is now more evil than good!" The three people from Qingcheng saw the golden sword light of Lieyang Zhenren chasing after him, and with a swoop, it dispersed the black cloud that Miro had just condensed. Just as they thought Miro was doomed, a black light suddenly fell from the sky, revealing a flying sword about three feet long, surrounded by swirling black clouds.

  Looking at the dark black cloud on the flying sword, which was close to Miro's true origin, Lieyang Zhenren knew that the comer was an enemy rather than a friend. Before the black light wrapped around his flying sword, he had already pressed a fire cloud arrow in his hand. This fire cloud arrow, which was not inferior to an ordinary flying sword in power, had not been released yet when Lieyang Zhenren saw a yellow-green cloud covering the top of his head.

  This yellow-green cloud had not yet approached, but it already reeked to the nose. Liet Yang Zhenren recognized that this yellow-green cloud was a concentrated mixture of the stench of countless corpses and the venom of hundreds of insects, refined into a poisonous corpse gas. In a panic, he hastily operated his magic formula, transforming into a red glow that enveloped himself tightly.

  "Big Brother!"

  Mi Luo's surprised voice had just sounded when a man with a gloomy face appeared beside him, coldly staring at Lie Yang Zhen Ren.

  "This is He Tu, the eldest disciple of Yin Xiang Zhen Ren!"

  He Tu and Mi Luo share the same origin, but they differ greatly in their magical cultivation. Not only does he have alchemy and flying swords, but his cultivation also seems to be much higher than Mi Luo's. No wonder Jun Tong is no match for him. Moreover, judging from the expression between his eyebrows, this person's cruelty and ruthlessness can be said to surpass Mi Luo's.

  Between the flash of two flying swords, Liet Yang Zhenren already felt that he might not be able to withstand the joint attack of these two people. After a slight hesitation, from the distant black vast giant mountain, several dazzling sword lights had already cut through the long sky.

  That place is Shu Mountain.

  People in Shu Mountain will eventually realize something!