On the eighth day of the ninth month, the white phoenix, which had been flying for a day and a night, slowly landed outside the large city of Kaiyang in Jeju.
Ten miles to the east of the city is the Taizhen Palace, the venue for the Daoist Conference on the ninth day of the ninth month.
Tomorrow is the time to hold the Dao Forum, and basically all the participants have arrived today.
Apart from the top four Daoist sects and some of the major sects intending to compete for Daoist status, the rest of the sects are not eligible to stay in the Tai Zhen Palace.
Although the Daoist sect does not have as many followers as the Buddhist sect, there are various sects all over the world, so even if the Tai Chen Palace is large and has many rooms, it cannot accommodate so many people.
In all seriousness, even if all the inns in Kaiyang City were vacated, they would not be able to accommodate the Daoist priests and the spectators who came to the Taoist Conference.
But fortunately, at this time in Jeju, not so many people had rushed here to see the fun.
The Blood Dao martial artists and the Blood Demon Cultists were all wreaking havoc on the land. It was too late for the locals to flee, so no outsiders would dare to come here.
Even if they were really stupid and daring, after the hundreds of deaths in the previous days, they should have known the danger of this matter in Jeju.
In just the past few days, hundreds of Jianghu people had already died in various a*sa*sination attacks. Judging from the corpses drained of their essence at the scene, the killer must be a Blood Dao martial artist without a doubt.
By the end of the day, probably thousands of Jianghu people would have been killed.
“There’s the aura of bloodshed rising everywhere, Jeju is in a mess even now.” Qing Yu said as he looked around.
The general public could not see the faint blood-death aura, but Qing Yu was good at looking at qi, so he could see that the blood-death aura had already melted into the air.
Even if it was faint, as long as it was in the air, it meant that no less than a thousand people had died. The fact that it was present on all sides meant that at least a few thousand people had died.
Jeju is the most heavily affected area by the blood dao martial artists, and nearly a thousand people have died in these few days alone.
The number, for sure, is huge.
“With such a deed, it’s no wonder that everyone in the Blood Demon Sect is crying out for a beating.” Qing Yu muttered to himself as he inputted his True Qi to regulate the White Phoenix’s body.
This divinely handsome big bird had become even more divine after Qing Yu had fed it pills and true qi to temper it from time to time. The wingspan alone was fifteen metres long, and its body was developing even more rapidly, so that it was now taller than Qing Yu even when it was crouched down.
The three tail plumes grew to five more, the bird’s beak shone with a metallic lustre, and the white feathers on its body were also shining with a strange light. This should no longer be considered an ordinary big-looking bird.
There are countless hidden secrets in the world of Qin time. In that world, there were true divine beasts. The white phoenix probably had the bloodline of ancient beasts or divine beasts, such as the luan bird, which were becoming more and more extraordinary.
For example, if the White Phoenix had been flying at high speed for a day and a night, it would not have been able to fly from the northwest to Jeju even if it had broken its wings when it was first obtained.
But now, it had not only easily flown from the Vajra Temple to the outskirts of Kaiyang City, but also without the slightest hint of reluctance. This bird, whether it really had the bloodline of a divine beast or not, had really evolved.
“It’s a bit inappropriate to call you Big Bird from now on, how about —— calling you Giant Bird?” Qing Yu said as if jokingly.
Responding to him was a peck from the white phoenix.
The bird’s beak that shone with metallic luster pecked at Qing Yu’s hand, emitting a clear, crisp sound as if Qing Yu’s hand was cast in iron.
In fact, even fine steel would have been easily pecked out by the white phoenix’s beak at this moment.
The reason why Qing Yu was not hurt was naturally because of the seemingly non-existent layer of light on his hand.
A light layer of light, with a faint golden glow, covered Qing Yu’s hands and other parts of his body.
If you lift up Qing Yu’s sleeve, you can still see the dark green threads moving around on this layer of light, emitting a faint sound of friction.
The halo is naturally the Golden Bell Shroud, while the dark green threads are the Xuan Yin Sword Qi.
The most sinister and evil Xuan Yin Sword Qi was moving on the most rigid and virile Golden Bell Hood, in order to sharpen it.
Not only was it sharpening the Xuan Yin Sword Qi, it was also sharpening the Golden Bell Hood.
After Qing Yu had refined the eighth sword qi, he finally began to integrate the Xuan Yin sword qi into his body. In the original story, Jian Chen had undergone the transformation of Xuan Yin Sword Qi and three red sword marks had appeared on each hand.
If he hadn’t undergone the transformation of Xuan Yin Sword Qi, even if he could wield it, it would have been impossible for him to use the full power of it with his original weak cultivation.
In the past, Qing Yu had resisted its integration into himself because he did not want to become a sword slave of the Xuan Yin Sword. But now that Qing Yu had refined eight Sword Qi and three-quarters of the twelve Sword Qi had been incorporated into Qing Yu’s control, it was time for him to completely bring the Xuan Yin Sword Qi into play.
The sword qi will automatically transform the body, making it stronger and the physique more powerful.
But at the same time, it will also turn the body’s properties towards the evil side, which is a hindrance to the cultivation of righteous martial arts.
But with the Golden Bell Shroud and Xuan Yin Sword Qi sharpening each other, Qing Yu would have no worries about this aspect of trouble.
In the past, because the Golden Bell Hood was ultimately inferior in nature to Xuan Yin Sword Qi, trying to sharpen the Golden Bell Hood with sword Qi would only result in the Golden Bell Hood being worn down in the end.
If there was no reciprocity, there would be no mutual sharpening at all.
But now, it was different.
The relics obtained from the Vajra Temple are constantly replenished, and there is even the “Six Divine Skills of Ultimate Bliss” within to help. This Buddhist martial art is also very good at cultivating the body. Or perhaps it should be said that most Buddhist martial arts have a body-building component, not to mention this martial art created by the Shakyamuni family.
Although it has been modified in a somewhat specious way, so that it has fallen to four and a half stars, the foundation is still there. It is also because of the support of the “Six Divine Skills of Ultimate Bliss” that the Golden Bell Shroud and the Xuan Yin Suo Sword are able to separate and sharpen each other.
The two extreme divine arts, good and evil, are even more extreme, clashing with each other and triggering rapid progress for each.
Qing Yu slowly stretched out his left hand, which was shrouded in a sleeve, and unfolded his palm.
A layer of white dust floated down from Qing Yu’s palm and went away with the wind.
This was the dust from the relics after their essence had been absorbed. The relics of the monks at Vajra Temple are all flesh relics, with a blood-coloured sheen that contains golden light within. When it turns white, it means that it has become a pile of useless ashes.
“It’s only a day and a night to exhaust a True Dan realm relic, it’s really fast.” Qing Yu’s hand shook slightly with true qi, dislodging all the dust.
Although this was one of the lowest level relics, looking at the situation the owner of this relic had only just entered the True Dan realm not long before his body. But even so, the fact that the essence within it was exhausted in one day and one night shows how costly this kind of positive-evil sparring method is.
It also shows how fast —— progresses.
In just this one day and one night, Qing Yu felt that his Golden Bell Mask cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time, had taken a big step forward.
“Shenyang, there really is never too little.”
In Qing Yu’s eyes, there seemed to be a strange colour flashing through.
