Mortal Bones

Wulaotan, Zangjianping.

Looking at the black clouds that filled the sky like ink dots, and the monsters that kept trying to get out of the black clouds, the faces of everyone on the Hidden Sword Ping were very solemn.

At this time, there were already a large number of Qingxuan disciples, led by several peak masters, trying to repel the monsters with their swords.

Unfortunately, there are too many, and there are always fish that slip through the net.

For a time, the entire Qingxuan Sect was filled with screams and sounds of fighting.

"So these demonic cultivators had already made preparations. They knew that the master's sword quest failed and that no one in Qingxuan could control the immortal-killing sword formation, so they all came to attack."

After listening to Huang Que and others' explanation, Xu Taiping finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Cough, cough, cough... Without the collusion of Jin Hezhi, they would not have been able to break through the Qingxuan Mountain Protection Formation so quickly."

Peak Master Zhao Qian sighed after coughing several times.

Although he knew that Jin He Zhi had rebelled, his first priority at that time was to ask the master about the sword. He had no time to think about it in detail, let alone make arrangements in advance.

"Master, I'm going to invite my uncle now."

Xu Taiping didn't hesitate anymore and turned around to walk towards Zangjianping and Mo Forgetting Peak.

But just as he took a step forward, he suddenly felt a very familiar aura fluctuation.

Following this breath, Xu Taiping saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

"Elder Sansan?!"

Xu Taiping looked surprised.

What surprised him even more was that when he called out this name, Huang Que and others beside him looked at him with strange expressions.

"What's wrong Taiping, who were you talking to just now?"

Oriole asked in confusion.

Xu Taiping was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Layman Sansan smiling and raising a finger to him, making a silencing gesture.

"No...nothing..."

Xu Taiping immediately shook his head and thought:

"It should be that Layman Sansan used some method to hide his aura and body shape, and didn't want these people to see it."

Immediately, Master Sansan waved to him again, signaling Xu Taiping to follow him.

So Xu Taiping quickened his pace and followed him.

However, in the eyes of others, Xu Taiping was just running towards the audience alone at this time. Everyone thought that he was in a hurry to call his uncle.

…

Wulaofeng, the top of the mountain.

"Elder Sansan, what do you want from me? The demonic cultivators are about to break through the mountain-protecting formation. I have to find my uncle as soon as possible."

Xu Taiping, who followed Elder Sansan to the top of the mountain, asked with some confusion to Elder Sansan who was standing on the top of the mountain looking up at the sky.

"As long as I'm here."

Elder Sansan replied calmly.

Xu Taiping, who had just been anxious to find his uncle, was awakened by Elder Sansan's words and said to himself: "Yes, Elder Sansan's swordsmanship may not be worse than that of his uncle."

He still clearly remembers that sword strike at Xianhu Mountain.

"Taiping, for some reason, I am in an out-of-body state. If I want to kill all these monsters, I have to borrow something from you."

Sansan layman turned back to look at Xu Taiping.

"The soul left the body?"

Xu Taiping looked surprised at first, then nodded with a look of surprise:

"No wonder no one noticed you, Master Sansan, before."

Then he hurriedly asked Layman Sansan:

"Elder Sansan, what do you want to borrow from your disciple?"

"A sword."

As Sansan layman spoke, he pointed at Xu Taiping’s chest:

"The sword you've had for seven years."

Hearing this, Xu Taiping suddenly remembered that before the Wenjian competition, Master Sansan specifically told him not to draw his sword.

He immediately said with a sudden look on his face:

"So...Master Sansan, you don't let your disciples use their swords just for this moment?"

Layman Sansan nodded and said with a smile:

"So be it."

For some reason, Xu Taiping always felt that the Sansan layman today was a little different from the ones he had seen a few days ago, and was much kinder.

"But Elder Sansan, how can I take out this sword and give it to you?"

Xu Taiping asked with some confusion.

The sword he is currently hiding with the Hidden Sword Technique is divided into three parts.

One part is the sword intention transformed from what you see with your eyes, what you hear with your ears, and what you understand in your heart.

One part is the sword energy that has been hidden in his Qi Palace for seven years.

One part is the rusty lion that he has raised in the iron gourd for seven years.

According to the essence of Sansan Jushi Hidden Sword Art, sword intention, sword energy and sword must be integrated into one, so that the maximum power can be exerted when drawing the sword.

So even if he wanted to borrow it, he didn't know how to lend it out.

"It's not that complicated. You just need to sacrifice the Rusty Lion and then do as I say."

Layman Sansan walked to Xu Taiping's side.

At this moment, a huge minotaur monster hidden in the black clouds above its head, after dodging the attack of the flying sword of the monk below, smashed towards Wulaotan.

There was only a loud "boom" sound. When the Bull Demon landed, he took advantage of the situation and struck the disciples on the Yun Tower stand with the giant ax in his hand before they could disperse.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, a cloud tower was directly split into two halves by the bull demon.

Several disciples who had no time to escape were chopped into a ball of blood mist by the giant ax on the spot.

And this is just the beginning.

More and more monsters began to fly down from the black clouds, and more and more monsters landed in Wulao Pond.

The disciples of the various peaks, who had been able to resist with flying swords just now, were attacked by monsters several times their size and had no choice but to retreat towards the Cangjian Ping.

Fortunately, there is Sword Master Amon in Cangjianping. Even if they are surrounded by monsters, most of the disciples are still protected by Sword Master Amon's sword energy, and there is no fear of their lives for the time being.

And this is just Wulaotan.

Xu Taiping saw that there were many monsters flying towards other peaks after breaking through the mountain guarding formation.

Some peak masters had to lead people to rescue.

"Sir Sansan, can I really change this situation if I lend you this sword?"

Xu Taiping asked worriedly.

It was hard for him to believe that just one sword could reverse the current situation.

"To deal with these bastards who don't even have a demon lord, one sword is enough."

Layman Sansan raised his head and looked at the sky, his tone extremely self-confident.

Hearing this, Xu Taiping did not hesitate anymore, and immediately uncorked the iron gourd with a "bang" sound, and shouted:

"Rust Lion!"