In the Demon Suppression Division, the Iron-Cutting Sword Technique is perfected

Night falls quietly.

Fine snowflakes fall like a veil, covering this quaint city with a layer of silver again.

The headquarters of the Demon Suppression Division, Courtyard No. 69, Jiazi.

A melodious sound of the piano penetrates the wind and snow, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet night.

Gu Cheng, dressed in black, sits in the pavilion in the courtyard, with a dark and simple guqin in front of him, which is his trophy today - the dead wood dragon's roar.

As his fingertips pluck lightly, an impromptu little song flows out of his hands.

The sound of the piano is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like a dragon roaring in the sky, and sometimes low and gentle, like a clear spring flowing on a stone.

As the sound of the piano and the divine thoughts intertwined, the falling snowflakes seemed to be given life, and gathered into crystal clear little people in the air.

They danced to the sound of the zither, sometimes spinning, sometimes jumping, and the scenery of the snowy night was in harmony, forming a wonderful picture.

When the song ended, the sound of the zither dissipated.

Those white little people also bowed and bowed, and finally turned into flying snow, blending into the snowy night.

"It is worthy of the famous zither 'Dead Wood Dragon's Roar', it really lives up to its reputation..."

Gu Cheng looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

This guqin not only has excellent sound, but also contains a strange power, which greatly enhances his mind.

The effect of any music played with this zither can be increased by at least 30% out of thin air!

Thinking of this, Gu Cheng couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

If he had the help of 'Dead Wood Dragon's Roar' when practicing the "Heavenly Sound Nurturing Mind Technique", his life span would have been at least halved.

"But fortunately, it's not too late now."

"Now that this ancient zither is in hand, it's time to squeeze out the last bit of value from Feng Sanshi's residual soul."

Gu Cheng muttered to himself, concentrating on opening the panel.

He poured fifty years of life into Feng Sanshi's soul in one breath...

In a trance.

The shadow of a horse-faced Taoist priest loomed in Gu Cheng's mind.

The Taoist priest wore a wide Taoist robe, was thin, and had an ordinary face.

Only a pair of eyes were bright and energetic, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, captivating.

As life continued to pour in, the records on the panel began to scroll...

[First year: You awakened Feng Sanshi's soul remnant again, and he was very happy to see you, his bosom friend.

You showed Feng Sanshi the famous zither 'Dead Wood Dragon's Roar', and the latter looked at this treasure that he had dreamed of in his lifetime, trembling with excitement, and his respect for you reached a new level. ]

[Out of gratitude to you, Feng Sanshi, as agreed before, told you everything he knew without reservation. ]

[You know a treasure house of the inheritance of the 'Qinglian Venerable'. ]

[So far, this remnant soul has no secrets for you. ]

[Remaining lifespan: 2,413 years]

"..."

After sorting out the extra information in his mind.

Gu Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his dark eyes.

"Qinglian Venerable? It turns out that the "Heavenly Sound Cultivation Technique" I practiced was inherited from a Linghai Realm boss?"

Gu Cheng's heart was shocked, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind like lightning.

No wonder Feng Sanshi has been so obsessed with this "Dead Wood Dragon Song", and even joined the evil organization [Evil King Pavilion], it turned out to be for the inheritance of a Linghai Realm Venerable!

In the books collected by the Demon Suppression Division, there are also sporadic records about this mysterious Qinglian Venerable.

It is said that this person is an expert in both the zither and the sword, and his strength is unfathomable. He is only one step away from the legendary Xuandan Realm.

Even the old Jiao King, who is notorious for his evil deeds in the Jiaolong Palace, suffered a great loss at his hands. He killed one of his nine descendants, causing the Jiaolong Palace to cause a big disturbance in Tianshui County that year.

"What a ruthless character... If he had not been killed by the old Jiao King, would he have broken through the Xuandan Realm now?"

Gu Cheng looked at the falling snow outside the pavilion, and his heart was burning.

It's not that he has never come into contact with the inheritance of the strong in the Linghai Realm.

But compared with the incomplete "Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Method", the complete inheritance of this Qinglian Venerable is undoubtedly more tempting and more powerful!

"Tsk tsk, I don't know what kind of shit luck Feng Sanshi had to get such a precious opportunity!"

Gu Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The horse-faced Taoist priest of the Evil King Pavilion was more or less a child of luck.

If he hadn't died in his hands, and everything continued step by step, after many years, the Evil King Pavilion might really have a new [Destiny]!

But now... all these opportunities are cheap for him!

Gu Cheng's heart was very hot, and he wanted to set off immediately to get the inheritance treasureTake the treasure house for yourself!

"It's a pity that the place is a little far from me..."

He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner restlessness, and the location of the inheritance treasure house emerged in his mind.

It was a secret place called [Falling Star Lake], located in Chongshan County next to Tianshui County.

Although Chongshan County borders Tianshui County, it still takes a long distance to travel from Tianshui City to Falling Star Lake.

In this chaotic world of demons and warriors, going out alone is undoubtedly a very dangerous behavior.

Gu Cheng knew the risks and decided to make full preparations before setting off.

So he took out the dragon jade pendant that recorded the "Dragon Slaying Sword Art" and probed his mind into it, intending to add another trump card for himself.

Suddenly, lines of mysterious words jumped into Gu Cheng's mind like swimming fish.

The training conditions of Xiantian Realm martial arts have always been extremely harsh, and this treasure-level sword technique is even more so.

It requires the practitioner to use his own true energy to condense the unparalleled [Dragon Slashing Sword], and to sharpen it day and night with the sharp teeth and claws of the Xiantian Realm monsters, so that it can exert its true power.

Among them, the most effective whetstone is the horn of the Xiantian Realm Jiaolong, which just corresponds to the name of this sword technique [Dragon Slashing].

"Xiantian Realm Jiaolong? Tsk, this is really a pity that the practitioners are not dying fast enough!"

Gu Cheng raised his eyebrows and complained in his heart.

For ordinary warriors, even those second-rate forces, wanting to obtain the horn of the Xiantian Realm Jiaolong is nothing but a foolish dream.

After all, the Jiaolong clan is extremely powerful, and there are even fewer people who dare to offend the Jiaolong Palace. If they are not careful, they will provoke the crazy revenge of the gang of long insects.

Therefore, they can only choose the minions of other demons as a substitute, but this will undoubtedly greatly reduce the power of this Dragon Slashing Sword.

However, for Gu Cheng, who had the support of the Demon Suppression Division, it was no more than a simple matter of saying hello to get the materials for the Xiantian Realm Flood Dragon. "It seems that I will have to trouble Tang Lingyu and General Hu again this time." Gu Cheng smiled slightly, and he had already made up his mind.