Chapter 491 Explosion (4)
A perfect lake seafood feast.
When Lu Yi and his party left, he looked seriously at the smiling shopkeeper and the several running waiters.
Of course he knew what Mr. Xuanyuan did in the Earth Lung Furnace.
All of this was originally at his instruction.
He also knew that once those world-purifying divine thunders erupted, the entire Sword City… no, the entire Sword Washing Pool, along with all the surrounding towns and villages, would be blown up into the sky. This would be a man-made catastrophe.
These people who are busy and happy have very low cultivation levels and there is no chance of them escaping.
With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly on the street, looking at the people on the street, and Lu Yu subconsciously rubbed his palms. Well, my hands were covered in blood, and I couldn't wash them clean.
But what can we do?
The vanguard army had been hiding outside Jishengtian for who knows how long. The subsequent expeditionary army was being prepared in full swing. Even the assassin organization like Yinglou, which had killed countless people, was required to form an elite team to attack Jishengtian.
"Compared to that, it's better if you die." Lu Yu muttered in a low voice.
Qingyou grabbed Lu Wu's arm and squeezed it gently. She could see that Lu Wu was very troubled. She also roughly knew what Lu Wu was worried about. After all, when Lu Wu was refining those world-purifying divine thunders, he told Qingyou all his plans.
Jiancheng was facing a catastrophe, and the sword-washing pool that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles might collapse completely, with hundreds of millions of casualties. This was a man-made catastrophe, and the instigator was Lu Yi.
But Qingyou has no psychological burden.
This is the advantage of sword cultivators. They are a bit stubborn and paranoid. As long as they are determined to do something, no matter how much it costs, they will do their best to complete it. Even when they practice to a very deep level, sword cultivators may become "only focused on the sword", with a sword heart that is spiritual and clear, without any worries.
She said softly: "This is not our fault."
Lu Yi grinned, nodded, and put his hands behind his back. A cloud of water rose up under his feet, lifted up the group of people, and headed straight for Fubo Island outside the city. Back to the small garden that had just been completed a few days ago, Lu Yi released a small flying boat purchased in Jiancheng, and asked Ah Hu and others to board the flying boat and wait.
In Jiancheng, there is an unknown cottage.
Bai Xuanyue received another piece of information from Cangling Plains - Hu Buwei had already brought a large group of studio masters to the ruins of Alder City. He cried loudly while holding Hu Tianjun's body. The oldest and most accomplished ancestor of the Hu family of the studio presided over the scene. Right beside Hu Tianjun's body, Hu Buwei succeeded to the position of studio master.
As the most talented young master in the studio in the past ten thousand years, Hu Buwei's own cultivation has reached the ultimate state of Zhaoxu Peak. He has served as a killer on the front line and has carried out countless extremely dangerous missions, all of which were completed successfully.
Regardless of strength or qualifications, it is only natural for Hu Buwei to take over the position of builder!
But it doesn't quite make sense.
After all, Hu Tianjun was killed, and several inherited treasures were all robbed, especially the Yuling Banner. Without this number one inherited treasure in the photo studio, it would be like the emperor losing the imperial seal. It always feels weird!
Therefore, in the towns and cities across the Cangling Plain, the large and small void teleportation arrays were simply going crazy.
It’s hard to tell how many killers there were in the photo studio, all dressed in tight black clothes and wearing masks of various colors. They poured out from the void teleportation arrays like a tide, like a group of mad dogs, howling and wreaking havoc everywhere in the Cangling Plain.
They... have gone mad.
Many local forces in Cangling Plain, the controllers of those large and small cities, the high-ranking officials of those large and small monastic families, and the village chiefs densely distributed in the mountains, many unlucky guys were broken into by the crazy studio killers, captured alive, and tortured indiscriminately.
In just a few hours, hundreds of cities were forcibly taken over by the studio, nearly a thousand monk families were slaughtered, and two to three thousand mountain strongholds and bandit gangs were wiped out.
The photo studio is completely crazy!
Hu Buwei even cut his wrists and bled, and sent blood letters to several major sects near Cangling Plain, such as Jianmen and Miro Sect. He said that the murder of his father must be avenged, and the murderer was hiding in Cangling Plain. The studio would find the murderer at all costs, recover the treasure, and wash away the irreconcilable hatred. If any sect interfered in the process of chasing the murderer, the studio would perish together with him!
The photo studio has the ability to destroy itself along with the other party.
Except for Jianmen, none of the other sects are willing to bear the wrath of the mad dog photo studio head-on, nor do they have enough confidence to fight desperately with the mad dog photo studio!
The photo studio was crazy enough to begin with, let alone now?
Therefore, except for Bai Yuan who led a large group of people to Cangling Plain to kill the evil spirits, other sects all withdrew their deployments and transferred the personnel they had stationed in Cangling Plain back to the sect, leaving Ying Lou to go crazy in Cangling Plain.
The vast Cangling Plain, with territories as large as those of more than a hundred Xuanyan Immortal Dynasties, is boundless and has a population of trillions. How can we find the murderers who killed Hu Tianjun?
This is harder than finding a needle in a haystack!
After reading the information sent to him, Bai Xuanyue shook his head slightly, turned around and went to the backyard of the cottage.
In a very elegant small building in the backyard, an old man, only about four feet tall, with a ruddy complexion, a round body and a amiable demeanor, was being served by four little children. He squinted his eyes and happily ate a bowl of glutinous rice balls stuffed with black sesame sugar water.
In front of the old man there was a large square table filled with all kinds of desserts, such as mung bean cakes, osmanthus cakes, sesame cakes, cloud cakes and so on. There were hundreds of kinds, and the white porcelain plates were stacked up one by one, and the stacks could be more than two feet high.
This is Mr. Dishu, who is as famous as Mr. Tianshu and Old Man Diando, and is Yuanlingtian’s most outstanding grandmaster of divination.
Mr. Tianshu had been used up by the white turtle and was unlucky enough to be hacked to death on the street by Hu Ping.
Mr. Dishu, on the surface, was a casual cultivator, but in reality, he had always been a guest of Jianmen, secretly enjoying Jianmen's offerings for more than 10,000 years. Through him, Jianmen had mastered the secret gossips of many powerful cultivators and stole countless rare intelligence.
Upon seeing Bai Xuanyue, Mr. Dishu quickly swallowed the glutinous rice balls in his mouth, put down his bowl and spoon, stood up with a smile, and bowed to Bai Xuanyue: "Master, what can I do for you?"
"Good news." Bai Xuanyue handed over the intelligence and said with a smile, "The studio is anxious to track down the murderer who killed Hu Tianjun. I think they will come to you for help soon. You can prepare yourself first."
Mr. Dishu took the sword talisman and flicked his finger, a screen of light appeared. He carefully read the information sent by Cangling Dayuan and said quietly, "This is not an easy task. The person who can kill the owner of the studio, tsk, predicting their whereabouts, the cost is unimaginable."
Mr. Dishu returned the sword talisman to Bai Xuanyue and frowned, saying, "There have been a lot of things going on recently. Let's not talk about the sudden death of fellow Taoist Tianshu. He has been used to having smooth sailing over the years and has become a little arrogant and careless. He must have a disaster in his life."
"Master, when I came here, I said that there was blood covering Jiancheng. Do you... have any countermeasures?"
Bai Xuanyue smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, sir. The eighteen supreme elders and thirty-six thousand inner sword guards have brought nine mountain protection formations and have laid a net. I have even taken out the supreme life sword enshrined in the ancestral hall... What do you think, sir?"
Mr. Dishu walked to the door with his short legs and looked up at the sky.
He frowned and said, "The blood is thick, there must be a blood disaster, but I don't know who it will be. However, with the master's cultivation, and he has also summoned the natal magic sword of the great master, I think no matter who it is, it will not end well. I am relieved."
Bai Xuanyue nodded and said calmly: "So, please divine again, sir, where does the enemy come from and what does he want to do?"
Mr. Dishu's round face showed a trace of sadness. He smiled bitterly and said, "Master, this matter of divination..."
Bai Xuanyue smiled and said, "This year's offering to you includes three bottles of 'Ten Thousand Years Turtle Yuan Pills', which will extend your life, replenish your essence, and improve your cultivation. This is perfect for you."
Mr. Dishu suddenly brightened up, and he nodded with a smile: "Then, I am ashamed to accept it!"
A complete set of eating utensils is carried with you.
Mr. Dishu set up his gear in the small building, took out all kinds of rare and strange treasures, and began to chant secret spells. A strange Taoist rhythm spread from his small body and enveloped the entire Jian City in an instant.
He held a piece of crystal clear, dark gold, strange tortoise shell in his hand and spat a mouthful of blood on the shell. Suddenly, a ball of blood flame enveloped the shell and mysterious lines continued to appear on it.
Bai Xuanyue stood with his hands behind his back, watching Mr. Dishu perform his actions quietly.
This kind of divination method, in such a huge Jianmen, no one is good at it, and it is even difficult to get started. To be honest, seeing Mr. Dishu's performance, Bai Xuanyue was still a little curious and a little moved.
Now, Bai Xuanyue's swordsmanship has reached the point where there is no further improvement. Unless he attains enlightenment and ascends to heaven, there will be no further progress.
He wondered whether he should try again one day to see if he could learn the skill of divination.
This method, which is in harmony with heaven and man, can bring good fortune and avoid disaster, and has infinite uses!
Suddenly, the face of the old man Dishu, who had originally been beaming with rosy light, turned pale, and blood continuously flowed out of his seven orifices. The dark golden tortoise shell in his hand was silently burned to ashes.
"catastrophe!"
Old man Dishu hissed, "Catastrophe!"
"How could it be? How could it be? Someone is disturbing the secrets of heaven, and someone is helping him to cover it up... This method is the 'upside-down and confusing technique' of the upside-down old man... He, he, he..."
Bai Xuanyue raised his eyebrows.
Upside down old man?
That's right!
The Xuanji Sect had previously used magical treasures to trace the murderer in the Wanhua Gate case at the ruins of the Wanhua Gate. It was the old man Diando who helped them confuse the secrets.
The last time the white turtle ambushed the monk Jie Yin Tou Tuo and his group, the aura of the inverted old man did not appear.
This time, old man Dishu came to divine again , and old man Diandao's great magic suddenly appeared. Obviously, the murderer was in Jiancheng!
"The disaster is coming!" Old Man Dishu spat out blood: "It's coming, it's coming..."
Jiancheng suddenly shook slightly.
On the Sword Washing Pond, huge waves hundreds of feet high were raised without any wind!
