Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 7: Entering the City with a Sword
The ascetic clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and replied, "I haven't seen it."
"You really didn't see it?" Sindhu's vicious gaze, like a python, wandered back and forth on the ascetic's face, as if examining him.
"Ascetic monks only care about the road under their feet and dare not look at the vast sky. There may be practitioners passing by, but I have never seen them." Although the ascetic monk bowed his head to show respect, he spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Boss, this monk is lying to you." Suddenly, one of the dozen or so bandits behind Sindhu spoke up.
"Oh?" Sindhu's expression suddenly became gloomy.
This subordinate of his is in charge of interrogations and is best at observing people's words and expressions.
His subordinates can often tell at a glance whether a simple-minded person is lying or not. Obviously, the ascetic monk in front of them is not a good liar.
The next moment, Shendu stretched out his hand, grabbed the ascetic monk by the neck, and lifted him up. "Didn't the Buddha tell you that monks should refrain from lying?"
"Tell me, which direction did he go?" Sindhu exerted a little force on his hands, and the ascetic monk's face suddenly turned ashen.
The ascetic monk had just embarked on the path of asceticism and spiritual cultivation when he encountered tests related to the path.
If you don’t tell me, your life will be in danger.
But if you say it, it means you are choosing to help the evil under the coercion of the powerful.
The state of mind is suddenly destroyed and there is nothing to be done to improve it.
The ascetic monk who had been keeping his head down and looking kindly at the bandits, finally raised his head for the first time at this moment, looked directly into the sinister eyes of Sindhu, and calmly said: "The first commandment is to keep your mind like a real person for a whole day and night, without any killing intention, be kind to all living beings, and not harm or cause trouble."
"I won't make plans with that brat!" The ascetic monk spoke clearly and rhythmically, enunciating each word.
"Very good, very good," Shendu said with a sinister smile, "As expected of an ascetic monk, you are willing to sacrifice your life for a stranger. Monk, your realm is indeed high."
"Since your realm is so high, I will send you to the Buddha and let you preach to him." The next moment, Sindhu attacked without warning.
laugh!
The hand that was holding the ascetic's neck suddenly turned green and released a sinister poisonous power, directly crushing the ascetic's neck.
The ascetic's face froze, his body swayed, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
Blood gushed out from his neck, seeping into the hot sand beneath his body and disappearing.
Shentu glanced at the ascetic's corpse, expressionless, "What I hate most in my life is these sanctimonious monks. They are just laymen, but they really think they are saints?"
"Boss, what should we do next?" asked the bandit who spoke earlier.
Shendu thought for a while and said, "Let's continue chasing him in the east direction. He was heading east from the beginning. But later on, for some reason, he changed directions several times in succession. Now that we've lost him, we can only chase him in the original direction."
"But, we will catch him sooner or later," Shendu said grimly, "After all, he has our mark on him..."
If the storage ring hadn't isolated their perception of the mark, they wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble to chase after it.
Sindhu thought to himself.
"Okay." The bandits responded in unison.
Soon, dozens of figures soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.
At the original place, after a gust of wind blew, the surging quicksand quickly submerged and buried the ascetic monk's body.
The entire desert is its grave.
…
In the desert, the two biggest feelings are:
One is the vastness of the universe, and the other is one’s own insignificance.
Even Lu Qingshan, who had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, couldn't help but feel this way.
However, the ascetic monk who had just cultivated his Qi dared to travel through the desert on foot.
Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best.
There is a reason why there are so many powerful monks among the ascetic monks.
Following the direction pointed out by the ascetic monk, Lu Qingshan looked at the map for a while and then continued on his way.
He did not go as fast as possible, because in this situation, if the direction was wrong, going as fast as possible and deviating a little would only waste his time.
But soon after he put the map back into the storage ring, Lu Qingshan's eyebrows suddenly raised.
According to his spiritual sense, there were more than a dozen monks behind him, flying towards him.
The purpose is very clear, obviously it was not just a coincidence.
A dozen sand bandit monks led by Shentu came roaring, and in just a moment, they were close to Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan raised his head and looked at the leader of the group. A cold light flashed in his eyes and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said to himself, "Sand bandits?"
On the other side, seeing Lu Qingshan slowly raising his head with a calm expression, Sindhu's expression changed and his eyes showed vigilance.
Because he couldn't even tell what Lu Qingshan's specific level of cultivation was!
"Did he learn some special technique, or does he have some magical weapon?" Shendu's heart moved, but a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
For people like them, spells or magical tools that can conceal their aura are very attractive.
"Boss, is this the guy?" While the Sindhu were still examining Lu Qingshan, a very burly monk with rough and dark skin among the dozen bandits he led asked.
Sand bandits usually have two personality traits.
One is the type of person like Sindhu, who is cautious and ruthless in his actions, and has gone through countless intrigues and finally grown up to be extremely cunning and treacherous.
One type is the reckless people who don’t know the rules and don’t mind taking action. Such people usually die quickly, but if they can grow up, they will be absolutely ruthless.
Generally speaking, to be a leader, one needs to have a character like Sindhu.
But among his subordinates, there must be one or two people of the second type, because these people can do many things that Sindhu is not suitable for doing.
Sindhu didn't say much, just nodded slightly.
The burly monk spat and laughed wildly, "That monk didn't even want to live before. What's the point of helping this kid hide his whereabouts? He was still caught up by us."
The next moment, the burly monk felt a chill all over his body.
Because the moment he finished speaking, the "fat sheep" in their eyes suddenly exuded an extremely strong, mind-shaking pressure.
Lu Qingshan's eyes were extremely cold. "What did you do to that ascetic monk?"
"That monk would rather die than tell us where you are," the burly monk swallowed his saliva, but when he looked at the silent Shendu beside him, he suddenly regained his confidence and said with a stiff upper lip: "Then we have no choice but to follow his wish and send him to death."
"Very good." Lu Qingshan nodded, lowered his eyes and said nothing more.
whoosh!
A sound suddenly exploded in the sky above the vast desert.
A fiery red sword light flashed, and it slashed across the air towards the burly monk who was speaking.
With a scream, the next moment, the burly monk in the late Jindan stage turned into a ball of blood mist and suddenly exploded in front of the other dozen or so bandits, making their mouths dry and their minds seemed to be captured. They froze in place for a moment, not daring to move.
"Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator..." Shendu looked at the young cultivator in front of him and suddenly felt bitter in his heart.
"Damn it, this old man Huang misled me. Why did he sell a Nascent Soul cultivator to me as if he were a fat sheep?" At the same time, a feeling of resentment arose in Shendu's heart.
"We were blind and offended you," Shendu reacted quickly and was a flexible person. He quickly suppressed his resentment and said to the young swordsman in front of him, "You also killed one of my men, so we can even it out. How about that?"
"It's even?" Lu Qingshan looked indifferently at Sindhu who was speaking politely.
Shendu released some of his mid-Nascent Soul pressure, and said with a chuckle, "You and I are both Nascent Soul cultivators. If we really fight, it's hard to say who will win. Besides, our leader, Old Vulture, is a great Vulture cultivator who will take revenge for any slight. If we really fight, even if you can defeat us, you may not be able to withstand Old Vulture's revenge. Wouldn't it be better to let this matter go? The men you killed earlier can be regarded as a vent to your lordship. I will never pursue the matter again."
Sindhu was also making a secret threat. First, he showed off his own cultivation level to make Lu Qingshan feel fearful, and then he brought up the name of the old vulture man in an attempt to intimidate Lu Qingshan.
But his words were very polite and appropriate, and he was obviously surrendering. There was no threat in his words at all, which made Lu Qingshan feel comfortable with it.
Sword cultivators are people who value face. A cunning person like Sindhu naturally understands this truth, and it doesn't matter if he gives in to Lu Qingshan in terms of words and momentum. It won't cause much loss to himself anyway.
"Even? You can indeed even it out with what you did to me," Lu Qingshan seemed to be asking, as well as answering, "but what about the ascetic monk you killed? How can we even it out?"
"What do you want?" Upon hearing this, Shendu's face was as gloomy as water. "He is just an insignificant person? You don't even know him. Do you want to avenge him?"
"Blood debt..." Lu Qingshan's cold voice sounded, "Of course it must be paid with blood!"
The ascetic monk whose name he didn't know, the young cultivator who was only practicing Qi training, would rather die than reveal his whereabouts for the sake of a total stranger like him.
As a sword cultivator and a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, isn't it only natural for him to avenge the ascetic monk?
Boom! Boom!
Two loud sounds rang out in succession, and next to the blazing red sword light, another emerald green sword light burst out.
Two flying swords, one blazing red and one emerald green, flew towards Sindhu and the bandits he led respectively.
Taohua, holding the murderous sword intent, was like a wolf among a flock of sheep, quickly roaming around and harvesting those sand bandits who were only at the Jindan level of cultivation.
"Lord Sindhu, help!" Feeling the terrifying power and fierce murderous intent coming from Taohua, the bandits were immediately panicked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the emerald green peach blossom had already pierced through the body of the bandit who had asked for help.
There is no room for struggle at all.
The other sand bandit monks immediately showed despair on their faces.
The gap in strength is too big!
They are all murderers without blinking an eye.
As the saying goes, if you walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. They had anticipated the day when they would die, but they did not expect that they would be killed so casually like cutting vegetables.
On the other side, the blazing red dragon bird turned into a cold light and flew towards Shendu, like a surging thunder, with unimaginable power.
Sindhu's heart moved, and a dark green light rose from his body, and countless runes appeared on his hands.
Facing Lu Qingshan's Dragon Bird, Shendu swung his right palm to meet it. Sinister dark green poisonous gas swirled out and pounced on the Dragon Bird, as if to contaminate it.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The flames attached to the surface of the dragon bird rose up, instantly burning all the dark green poisonous gas.
Bang!
The dragon bird, which was still unstoppable, collided with Sindhu's right hand, which was covered with runes.
The horrifying aftermath spread in all directions, and the overflowing spiritual power and sword energy formed a circle of ripples.
The runes surrounding Sindhu's palm shattered, and his body was shaken and flew backwards dozens of feet.
He stopped moving and looked again, and found that his right hand was already a bloody mess.
"How is that possible?" Disbelief flashed in Shendu's eyes.
He is a physical cultivator. He can't say that the Five Poisons Indestructible Body he cultivated can be compared with the Vajra Indestructible Body of Buddhism, but it is at least considered a superior body-building technique. How come he is so miserable under the attack of a flying sword from the sword cultivator in front of him?
Lu Qingshan remained calm.
Nirvana penetrates the artistic conception, and even the defense of physical cultivators is no problem.
"Do you really want to fight to the death?" Shendu stared at Lu Qingshan and said with gritted teeth.
"You are nothing but fish caught in the knife, how can the net be broken?" Lu Qingshan's words filled with murderous intent made Sindhu feel like falling into an icy cave.
The sound has not disappeared yet.
Wow!
The dragon bird circled up and flew across the sky again.
The speed was too fast, so fast that the sword shadow could no longer be seen, and only a blazing red light could be seen.
With this sword, Lu Qingshan used the true meaning of immortality to evolve the sword intent of killing.
With this double blessing, Longque's speed has reached an astonishing sixty times the speed of sound.
The distance of hundreds of feet was reached in just a moment.
“No...!” Feeling the fatal threat, Sindhu felt a chill in his heart. The spiritual power in his body circulated violently. A dark green light became stronger and runes surrounded his body like stars.
boom!
A cold light suddenly appeared on the dragon bird, and then it exploded violently at this moment.
The mighty sword turned into a line of frost, breaking through the runes around Shendu's body, extinguishing the dark green light, and finally entering into his dantian area in his abdomen.
Sindhu looked down at the huge wound on his abdomen, blood spurting out of the hideous wound.
But what was even more fatal was that this sword also shattered his Nascent Soul.
He looked up at Lu Qingshan in the distance again, opened his mouth, but before the words came out of his mouth, his eyes dimmed.
Then, Sindhu's figure fell down from the sky.
Lu Qingshan felt cold in his heart; Sindhu's death did not quell the murderous intent in his heart.
The dragon bird circled and twisted in the air and flew towards the bandits on the side.
The two natal swords, Dragon Bird and Peach Blossom, are flying.
No matter whether they begged for mercy or used escape techniques to escape, they were all caught up and pierced by Taohua and Longque.
In front of the sword cultivator's flying sword, few people can escape.
There is no other reason. Among the magic spells of the same level, the flying sword of the inner sword is the fastest spell, without a doubt.
…
After all the bandits were killed, Lu Qingshan collected their storage rings.
Although these bandits are all physical cultivators, they are robbers after all, so their wealth can barely be considered wealthy.
call.
Lu Qingshan took out the map he bought from Dongque City.
Since he entered the Mogao Desert, he has not come into contact with any monks except for a trip to Dongque City and asking the ascetic monk for directions.
How did the sand bandits target him and accurately track his location in the vast desert?
At this point, how could he not understand where the problem lay?
Lu Qingshan released his spiritual sense and patrolled the map back and forth three or four times. Finally, he discovered a faint light at the thunder mark that the white-haired old cultivator had pointed at.
This spiritual light was very hidden. Even if he went looking for it specifically, it took him a long time to find it. It was no wonder that he didn't discover it before.
The spiritual power circulated slightly, and instantly crushed that bit of spiritual light.
Lu Qingshan pondered for a moment and finally made a decision.
He leaped up and flew up on his sword again.
But this time, he was not heading towards Giant Bear City.
But it was the Dongque City where we came from.
…
An old cultivator named Huang Zhong was counting something in front of the counter of Dongque Utensils Shop, but his mind was wandering.
"The young cultivator was generous, so he must be a fat sheep..." Huang Zhong played with a few prayer beads in his hand and muttered, "After the body poison is obtained, the share of the profits will be another large sum of money... With this income, I can buy some body-tempering pills and strive for the sixth level of refinement..."
He is an old Jindan cultivator from the Dongque tribe, in charge of the Dongque Utensils Shop, which seems to be doing quite well.
But as mentioned before, there are mostly physical cultivators in the Western Desert, and physical cultivators have extremely low demand for magical instruments, so in reality, he doesn't have much business throughout the year, so how can he make any money?
Instead, there was another Jindan cultivator in the tribe with a similar level of cultivation as his, who was in charge of the Dongquedan Pavilion. He had a lot of lucrative benefits there, which made him extremely jealous.
It was not until a few years ago that someone from the Sand Bandits came to him and discussed a business of partnering to defraud people. He was responsible for providing information about the monks, and the Sand Bandits were responsible for intercepting and killing the monks. After the mission was accomplished, he would get a 10% share.
Since then, his pockets have gradually become fatter.
"Fat sheep, fat sheep, when will another fat sheep come?" Huang Zhong was thinking and looking forward to it in his mind.
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
But along with the "fat sheep" came a flying sword.
It was a blazing red cold light, which was as bright as the sun as soon as it came out.
The sword energy on the sword was like a dragon or a phoenix, falling from the sky and blasting into the Dongque Utensil Shop together with the flying sword.
Just like a famous sword returning to its sheath.
The dazzling sword light entered the yellow sky like an immortal touching the top of the head, and then bloomed.
A blood mist suddenly exploded.
Huang Zhong didn't even let out a howl.
Outside Dongque City, Lu Qingshan, dressed in black, stood in the air, looking at the city coldly.
People are still outside the city.
But the sword has entered the city.
