"choke…!"

The crisp sword cry sounded from the sword box behind him.

"Demon Slayer Sword!"

‘Whoa’, a sword light of a hundred feet rose into the sky from behind, and the sharp sword energy swept out.

The sword light was extinguished in a flash.

The shadow in mid-air disappeared immediately.

Immediately following the sound of 'chi la', the entire hall split into two halves.

The sunlight from the Chongyang Upper Courtyard shone in, breaking the strange atmosphere in the hall.

Xu Junming stepped forward and looked at the old man lying on the ground beside his feet, killed by the demon-slaying sword.

He stretched out his hand and the wooden staff in his hand flew up.

"The nine treasure forbidden magic weapons are unfortunately contaminated by demonic energy."

Even so, for Xu Junming, if the demonic energy is transformed, it will indeed be the material to support Yimeng Huangliang and Dihuang Mountain Cave Heaven.

A storage gourd that is conveniently tucked into your waist.

With a snap of his fingers, a grain of yellow rice sank into the old man's body, but his soul was not captured.

His brows furrowed.

"How is it possible? Even if you are possessed by a demon, your soul should still exist?! Unless it is a puppet."

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

He didn't care anymore, walked out of the hall and walked towards the depths.

After he left, the old man's broken body recovered again after a flash of light.

He stood up and looked at the direction in which Xu Junming's puppet body was leaving, with an interesting smile on his face.

"It turns out he is a sword cultivator! Although he is not a soul, I like his natal flying sword! Especially the precious mirror, which should be the Hutian Dao Spiritual Treasure!"

After the greedy eyes flashed, the old man's body fell to the ground and returned to its original state.

Quietness returned to the broken hall. Not long after, a mirror image flashed across, spanning thousands of feet, and merged into the eight-foot mirror.

The light and shadow on the mirror flickered, replaying the strange scene in the hall just now in front of Xu Junming.

"Who is this person?"

Deep doubts came to mind.

He was able to enter the protective formation suppressed by the treasure tree in this palace, thanks to the Lingbao-level eight-foot mirror.

Although in the entire Dayong cultivation world, and even in this cultivation world, he is definitely not the only one who possesses the Hutian Spiritual Treasure, but looking at the way this person controls the old man's body with ease, it is obvious that he is very familiar with this place.

However, he firmly believed that with his understanding of Hutian Taoism, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to rush here ahead of him.

"It seems that the water in Chongyang Cave is deeper than imagined."

Xu Junming, who didn't think about the outcome, temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart. With the presence of Dihuang Mountain Cave and Heaven, he would be invincible.

He raised his head and looked at the main hall in front of him.

"Tai Chi Hall!"

A three-character plaque hangs in the middle.

Step inside.

In the grand hall, there are nearly a hundred long tables with pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and blank jade slips arranged neatly.

Behind the long desk, there is a futon.

However, the arrangement of the futon is a bit messy, the ink on the spread paper is only half written, and the jade slips are not organized neatly.

I wanted to come and go in an extremely hurry.

Xu Junming stepped forward to a desk.

On the open white paper, it was written in fair handwriting.

"The way to sincerity starts with Ming De; a righteous heart leads to a clear mind, a righteous mind leads to increased yang, and yang energy...!"

I just finished writing the word "qi" and stopped before I had time to write the rest.

However, looking at this line, it is obvious that I intend to write an article about my experience of Chunyang Taoism.

"It is rumored that there is a 'Pure Yang Sword Code' among the twelve fundamental inheritances of Chongyang Taoism. Based on the experience and experience, it should be this technique."

With one move of magic power, the jade slip on the table flew into his hand.

At the same time, the paper on the desktop turned into fly ash.
Chapter completed!