Chapter 237.
“You don’t have to worry too much.”
Changchun noticed Wang Chen’s expression and said in relief, “There are at least a few more decades before the real cataclysm arrives, you have enough time to prepare.”
With that, he handed Wang Chen a jade pendant, “At that time, you will go to this person, he has the means to send you to the upper realm.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Wang Chen took the jade pendant and noticed that the front of this item was engraved with the word “Meng”.
“You and I have been master and disciple for a while, but our destiny ends today.”
Changchun gazed at Wang Chuan and said in a deep voice, “The road ahead, you can only walk on your own!”
As soon as the words fell, he suddenly pointed a finger at Wang Chen’s brow.
Wang Chen was shaken, and two clusters of Spiritual Light Dharma Seeds instantly appeared in his sea of consciousness.
Four Seasons, Acacia!
“The Dharma is not lightly transmitted, Penetrating Thunder 5,000, Four Seasons 30,000, Acacia is priceless!”
Wang Chen did not forget what Chang Chun had once said, and to think that today he had directly imparted these two sword arts to himself.
“Master!”
Wang Chen could not help but bend down and pay his respects.
When he straightened up again, Chang Chun in front of him had already disappeared.
A voice rang in his ears, “And you watch.”
“Returning Yuan Sect’s youngsters, do you dare to come to Sunset Peak to fight with me, Chang Chun?”
In the next moment, the sound of rolling thunder came from high in the sky, and in an instant, it traveled in all directions.
People within a radius of hundreds of miles all heard it clearly!
Many people revealed a look of surprise.
Sunset Peak Changchun?
Wasn’t that the famous “Spirit Stone Superior” and “Tofu Superior”?
The Yunyang sect is famous for its good temper, the best at patience, never fight with others Chang Chun, but in the Sunset Peak openly invited to the Returning to the Origin Sect to fight, is he crazy and stupid or has he eaten a bear’s heart and leopard’s guts!
Within the mountain gate, a stream of light shot up into the sky and flew towards Sunset Peak.
The time that the Guiyuan Sect had taken over the mess left behind by the Yunyang Sect was still very short, and during that time, they had gone through a lot of ups and downs.
Their rule was not stable, the hearts of the people below were unpredictable, and revolts occurred from time to time.
Under such circumstances, how could they possibly tolerate a Yunyang remnant to be arrogant in their territory!
Among the Returning Yuan cultivators who arrived first, the Purple Mansion Superiors were close to double digits.
Seeing such a scenario, Wang Chen immediately re-wore the Thousand Chance Transformation to change his appearance.
At the same time, he also changed into the standardized vestment of a Returned Yuan disciple.
He chose a position that was suitable for watching the battle but also sufficiently secretive and safe, and inspired the Great Perfection level Astringent Breath Technique to fortify himself.
While everyone else regarded Changchun as a limp noodle, Wang Chen knew very well that this master of his was hiding extremely deeply.
Although Wang Chen did not know just how strong Chang Chun was.
But since Changchun dared to challenge the cultivators of the Returning Yuan Sect and let Wang Chuan watch the battle, he must have a great deal of strength!
He watched!
The number of cultivators flying towards Sunset Peak was increasing, creating a striking trajectory in the air.
Among them rushed in the forefront of a Purple Mansion to soar in the clouds driving mist sound, people have not yet come to the sound first: “Bold Changchun, how dare to openly provoke my return to the Yuan Sect, do not seal the heavenly orifices of their own hands to capture, otherwise ……”
His words had not yet finished, a powerful and unrivaled sword suddenly swept through the sky, carrying rolling thunderous sounds to cut through the atmosphere, instantly cutting through his body.
This imposing Returning Yuan Sect Zifu, even humming could not even hum a sound, the whole person suddenly burst into a mass of blood mist!
Only then did the whistling thunder sound reach the ground, shocking the souls of all the spectators.
Thunder sound sword qi!
Changchun, who was nicknamed “Tofu Shangren”, was actually a sword cultivator who had mastered the Thunder Sound Sword Qi.
But the flying swords swept through the air, thunderous explosions rose and fell, and streams of light were chopped down and blown up.
No one was able to block Chang Chun’s sword!
Some cultivators of the Guiyuan Sect who came over to join in the fun were instantly scared out of their wits and hurriedly harnessed their magic weapons to turn around and run.
Those Yunyang cultivators who were forced to submit to the Guiyuan Sect were all secretly energized by this scene.
In their hearts, they exclaimed in pain!
Those of them, now under the rule of the Guiyuan Sect, their status was not much different from that of a servant.
They are often bullied by the cultivators of the Guiyuan Sect, but they don’t even have a place to complain about their grievances!
Yunyang sect is gone, Ji Guantao with the inner door elite left hundreds of thousands of outer door cultivators ran away.
But Yunyang’s temperament has not been completely lost.
Those who can fight still exist!
In just a few moments, more than twenty Guiyuan Sect cultivators were killed by Chang Chun.
The others all ran away.
Chang Chun stood proudly high in the sky with only a single sword, and behind him was none other than Sunset Peak!
“Master Chang, is it fun to bully a junior?”
It was at this time that a pale voice came from far away, “A true person should have their own decency.”
In the distance, clouds and mist churned, condensing the phases of dragons, tigers, lions, and leopards of all beasts, sweeping towards Sunset Peak.
A true person? A true person!
Changchun was actually a Jindan real person!
The Yunyang cultivators who heard this voice were all stupefied and could not believe their ears.
When had Changchun been promoted to a real person?
Even Wang Dust, who was Chang Chun’s disciple, felt a bit unbelievable.
This master of his own was hiding too deeply!
“Decent?”
Changchun laughed out loud, “You Guiyuan Sect has done so many nasty things, have you ever spoken of an ounce of decency?”
“Manservant Chen, cut the crap.”
“I have a sword to share with you!”
As soon as the words fell, his sword suddenly unfolded and met the running cloud and mist hundred beasts.
This sword contained the brightness of spring, the splendor of summer, the abundance of autumn, and the quiet beauty of winter, with the four seasons distinctly alternating in turn, witnessing the flow of time and light, and gaining insight into the way of time.
When the dragons and tigers touched the sword light, they instantly dissipated, completely out of place!
Changchun’s sword momentum had just unfolded, and the Four Seasons Sword Intent had already enveloped the real person of the Guiyuan Sect.
Changchun was in the sky, Wang Chen was on the ground, although they were far apart, the meaning of the sword was transmitted through the air, allowing him to have the most intuitive feeling of the Four Seasons Sword Technique in an instant.
Limited to the realm cultivation and attainments of the sword, Wang Chuan was not yet able to fully comprehend the Four Seasons Sword’s subtlety.
However, it really didn’t prevent him from inscribing this realization in his divine soul.
Wang Chen was very clear that Chang Chun was using this way to teach himself his sword Dao.
The next moment the sword intent changed steeply, all the brightness, splendor, abundance, and quiet beauty instantly transformed into thousands of sword threads, weaving a dense and gigantic net.
It enveloped a huge cloud!
“Changchun!”
A hiss of shock and anger came from the cloud mist.
This sword acacia penetrated into the bones and marrow, and even though the Jindan of the Guiyuan Sect had a thousand magical abilities, in the face of Changchun’s sword light transforming into silk, there was only a handful of things to fend off.
He let out a long whistle, not caring about the decency of a real person, immediately sacrificed a magic treasure, forcibly breaking through the interception of the sword silk.
Just as he ran, dots of golden-red blood crashed to the ground.
As if a decapitated red flower!
Recovering his flying sword, Changchun laughed, turned around and waved his Blast Wind Whistle, and instantly disappeared.
And Wang Chen knew that his destiny with this master was really over!