Chapter 247.

Liu Yingxiu’s flying sword was a second-order spirit weapon.

Spiritual swords had spirits, even if its former owner had already fallen, and the sword soul that had been painstakingly cultivated over countless days and nights had followed him into oblivion, the spirit that the flying sword itself possessed made it unwilling to submit to this enemy, Wang Chen.

It wanted to run!

“Zhen!”

Along with Wang Chen’s deep shout, the talismans affixed to the four walls of the chamber lit up one by one.

At the same time, he struck like lightning, sticking a dozen sealing talismans onto the flying sword in one breath, forcibly suppressing the unruly sword spirit.

This second-order spiritual weapon, surprisingly, was sealed by him.

Although it was still suspended in the air, it could not move half an inch.

But Wang Chen knew that this was only the beginning.

The current flying sword was like a wild horse that had just broken away from the fence, yearning for freedom.

Wanting to put the reins back on it and not having the power to crush it.

Then it could only be slowly ground.

He held the flying sword and sat down on the ground.

The sword finger of his right hand wiped across the extremely sharp blade of the sword, instantly leaving a long trail of blood.

Blood sacrifice, the first step of the sword sacrifice!

The Spirit Sword seemed to have sensed Wang Chen’s intentions and once again trembled violently, intending to struggle against it.

However, Wang Chuan’s left hand was like an iron clamp, locking onto the hilt of the sword.

Attached to the sword sealing talisman, but also a steady stream of release of suppression power, trapped the sword body within the spirit of the little.

Second-order spiritual weapon, after all, is not a third-order magic treasure, the sword within the spirit of the lively more than the lack of change, the result of a moment by Wang dust firmly grasp the initiative.

Immediately afterward, he injected mana into the sword and began to sacrifice this precious spirit sword!

To avenge his own Fire Crow Sword!

Wang Chen’s Fire Crow Sword had fought with this flying sword once, resulting in a broken spirit light that hurt the root of the sword and had to be repaired before it could continue to be used, otherwise it would surely break.

There was no doubt that the Fire Crow Sword was more than a step behind this flying sword!

So even if this flying sword can’t be seen in the light, Wang Dust will still want to keep it for himself and use it as a killer weapon at critical moments.

As time passed, Wang Dust quickly fell into a state of forgetfulness.

Only the talismans on the walls around him still emitted a faint glow, brightening and extinguishing as if they were breathing!

……

Five Peaks Mountain, XuanMei Cave.

Zhang Hongwen had been kneeling in front of the cave for three days and three nights!

However, the eyes of this Purple Mansion Superior were still bright, and his upper body remained straight, not moving half the distance.

It was just that a trace of grief and mourning that could not be erased lurked in the depths of his eyes.

Zhang Hongwen was now incomparably regretful.

At that time, he shouldn’t have chased out of Wind Thunder Valley for a thunderbird.

But who would have thought that something happened just as he was leaving!

It was too late to say anything now.

This Violet Mansion Lord closed his eyes, and Liu Yingxiu’s knitted brows and smile immediately surfaced in his sea of consciousness.

Hiddenly, it became a heart demon!

Liu Yingxiu was a fatherless and motherless orphan, found by Zhang Hongwen in the weeds by the roadside twenty years ago.

Since she had a very outstanding root bone, Zhang Hongwen brought her back to Wufeng Mountain.

He cultivated her with great care.

Zhang Hongwen watched Liu Yingxiu grow up day by day, named master and disciple is actually a father and daughter, the feelings are very deep.

Moreover, for the sake of Liu Yingxiu, this Zifu Shangren has never had a daoist partner.

He had placed great hopes in Liu Yingxiu’s body.

Now that his hopes were completely dashed, Zhang Hongwen’s only thought was to find the murderer and avenge the death of his most beloved disciple!

For this reason, he purposely came to the XuanMei Cave to plead with Supreme Elder Li XuanJi to perform the Heavenly Chance Technique once.

But it was hard and difficult.

Any cultivator who had mastered the Heavenly Chance Technique had always been cautious about its use, and many times preferred to offend a large group of people rather than use this spell easily.

Loss of life and loss of cultivation, who is willing to ah!

Moreover, Zhang Hongwen had asked for help from a Jindan real person.

On the surface, Five Peaks Mountain had two Jindan real people.

In fact, there are three.

Only the supreme elder’s presence in the sect is extremely low, ordinary outer disciples rarely anyone, their own sect is still hidden in the third Jindan.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Hongwen was not qualified to make such a request to Li Xuanji.

This was a matter that even if his master, Realist Miao Qing, came, he would not be able to talk.

But on the one hand, Zhang Hongwen spared no expense, and on the other hand, Five Peaks Mountain also wanted to catch the murderer very much, which was why he was able to kneel in front of the door of the cave where Li Xuanji was practicing for three days and three nights.

Without being driven away.

Probably because of his kung fu, the stone door carved with dense talismans in front of Zhang Hongwen opened with a bang.

An old voice rang in his ears, “Come in.”

Zhang Hongwen was like grasping a life-saving straw as he leapt and rushed into the cave.

He met Li Xuanji.

This Jindan realist who had been silent in Five Peaks Mountain already had a head full of white hair, the furrows on his face could pinch a fly, and his body exuded an aura of being on the verge of death, clearly not far from his end.

However, his eyes were bright and godly, even carrying a hint of childlike innocence.

“I already know about your matter.”

After Zhang Hongwen finished his salute, this aged Jindan realist slowly said, “Give me the things.”

His voice was filled with the vicissitudes of seeing through the world.

“Many thanks, Elder!”

Zhang Hongwen hurriedly took out a leaf from his storage bag and offered it to Li Xuanji with both hands.

On this leaf, it was stained with the blood left behind by Liu Yingxiu’s death in battle.

And because it was obtained at the scene of the incident, it was very suitable to be used for Heavenly Chance Deduction.

Zhang Hongwen secretly clenched his fists.

As long as he obtained definite information about the murderer, he would shatter the other party into pieces even if he had to give his life!

Otherwise there was no way to break the demonic barrier in his heart.

Li Xuanji received the leaves, then fished out a tiny piece of tortoise armor from his sleeve and gently rubbed it on it.

This thing had long been rubbed out of the pulp, ancient and full of spirituality.

Li Xuanji reached out to the tortoise armor and pointed, a drop of crimson blood was seeped out from his fingertip and smeared on it.

This drop of Jindan true blood was absorbed cleanly by the turtle armor!

Li Xuanji closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers against the turtle armor with an extremely serious expression.

Although Zhang Hongwen was a cultivator of the eighth level of the Purple Mansion, he did not dare to breathe a single breath at this time.

Fear of disturbing the real person’s deduction.

Time passed little by little, Li Xuanji did not have any movement, as if he had turned into a clay statue.

Zhang Hongwen could only wait.

Suddenly, Li Xuanji opened his eyes and looked deeply at Zhang Hongwen, “It’s a pity.”

Without waiting for Zhang Hongwen to understand, he whispered, “Put it down.”

As soon as the words fell, the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose of this Jindan Realist simultaneously oozed out a jade-like gelatinous liquid.

It also swallowed its last breath.

Zhang Hongwen’s jaw dropped, unable to believe his eyes.

Li Xuanji, unexpectedly sat down and melted away!

He felt that there was an unnameable force in the underworld that silently enveloped him.

Fear, drowned the body and mind of this Violet Mansion Supreme!