Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

“Zen Bodhi!”

Huiming was extremely excited.

Because this was the first time he had encountered a fairy herb recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

Moreover, this immortal material seemed to have just grown not long ago, and its grade was not high.

However, Zen Bodhi has miraculous effects on the Buddhist monks' understanding of cultivation.

The little novice thought about taking this Zen Bodhi back to the temple to plant it.

When it matures, he can give it to his senior brother!!

The little novice ran excitedly towards the shimmering light.

From a distance, the fairy grass was surrounded by a faint golden light.

The light presented a perfect 'ring' in the thick fog.

The Bodhi leaves were like white jade carvings, and the veins on each leaf were extremely clear, delicate and detailed.

If Buddhists can obtain Zen Bodhi, their understanding of Buddhism will become much easier.

However, just when Huiming was ecstatic, another group of people also sensed the aura of Zen Bodhi blooming in the valley!

A group of six people, with an extraordinary young man carrying a sword standing in the middle.

The young man had indifferent eyes, a tall and straight figure, and an extraordinary bearing.

The gorgeous cyan Dharma robe floated in the wind, and the hair on his forehead floated across his fair skin, like ink dyed on white paper.

The young man with handsome features held his sword in his left hand, and murmured with his eyes lowered.

“Huh?”

“This is… the aura of Zen Bodhi!”

“Hehe, I didn’t expect such a rare thing as Zen Bodhi to appear in such a barren place as Northern Azure Underworld.”

An old man in a plain robe bowed and said.

“Young Master Lin, I think the aura is revealed in the valley, do you want to go down and take a look?”

Lin Xianqi was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Nirvana Spirit Wings appeared behind Lin Xianqi, and with the wings of scarlet red flapping, he came to the sky above the valley in the blink of an eye.

The old man who spoke earlier and the others beside him were all True Immortal Realm cultivators!!

The terrifying pressure made all the creatures within a hundred miles tremble.

The little novice stopped when he noticed this pressure.

He looked up at the sky vigilantly.

When he saw so many people condensing wings behind him, his expression changed drastically.

But he still didn't want to give up the Zen Bodhi.

He reached out and wanted to cut off the soil with a jade piece.

The old man with gloomy eyes frowned slightly.

He moved his finger casually.

Whoosh!!!

A golden spirit sword instantly shot towards Huiming from the air.

Huiming couldn't dodge at all, and the spirit sword instantly pierced his palm, nailing him to the ground!!

Pfft!!

Blood stained the ground, and Huiming burst into tears.

“Woo…”

But he only cried once and held it back.

He looked up at the immortals in the sky, his face flushed, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

“I… I saw it first!”

He lay on the ground, the back of his right hand pierced by the golden sword.

His left hand held the pottery pot tightly.

“Heh, little monk, it’s a waste for you to use this thing.”

“I’ll let you go, leave.”

The old man with the hooked nose waved his hand, and the golden sword shattered.

He raised his hand and wanted to pick the Zen Bodhi grass.

Huiming covered the back of his hand, and a piercing pain came.

Standing there, he seemed a little at a loss for a while.

Another middle-aged man sneered.

“Wei Xuan, I think you are too kind.”

“Look, people don’t appreciate it, hahahaha.”

Huiming was a little scared when he heard this, and retreated timidly.

Wei Xuan with the hooked nose waved his hand.

“Forget it, just a little novice.”

However, at this moment, the young man who had been silent narrowed his eyes, staring at the pottery pot on the little novice’s waist.

“Stop.”

Buzz!!!

A powerful force of space instantly came.

As the young man’s voice fell, Huiming was frozen in place!

Lin Xianqi casually threw down three immortal crystals, and sneered as if giving alms.

“These immortal crystals are to buy the pottery pot on your waist.”

He didn’t mention Zen Bodhi, because that was already his thing, so naturally he wouldn’t spend immortal crystals to buy it.

He was just curious about the pottery pot on Huiming’s waist.

As for the value… in his opinion, three first-grade immortal crystals were already his kindness.

But Huiming, who was frozen in place, flatly refused!

“No!”

“I… I won’t sell it…”

At this time, Huiming was very scared, because he had already realized that these people were up to no good.

He could give up Zen Bodhi, but the morning dew in the pottery pot was for him to give to Li Guanqi!

Lin Xianqi frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his handsome face.

He pushed the sword out of its sheath with his left hand, and with a clang, the scarlet red sword light instantly burned away the fog in the valley!!

Huiming pursed his lips in fear, and bean-sized tears hung in the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly!!!

A violent pressure suddenly erupted from a temple in the distance!!!

A scarlet red sword light arrived in an instant from a distance!!!

A four-foot-long sword, blood-red all over, burst out from the depths of the forest!!

The terrifying sword intent and pressure shocked everyone.

None of the six True Immortal cultivators even reacted, and the sword had already swept past the little novice and shot out!!

Boom!!

Boom boom boom!!!!

A violent explosion sounded!!

The ripples of the explosion instantly swept across the entire valley!!

The little novice looked at the sky full of fire, his eyes trembled, and he was very scared.

Suddenly!!

The scarlet red long sword was grabbed by a pair of slender hands.

Li Guanqi, dressed in a white robe, stood in front of him like a towering mountain.

Letting the terrifying ripples of the explosion spread in all directions, a layer of thunder barrier wrapped him, and he was not affected in the slightest.

In the fire.

Sword energy raged in the valley in front of Li Guanqi, and it was a mess.

There was a faint sound of metal clashing in the explosion.

However, in this explosion, Li Guanqi slowly squatted down with his back to the rear.

He looked at the little novice with tears in his eyes and smiled.

He reached out and wiped his eyes, and said with a gentle voice.

“It’s okay now.”

“Did I scare you?”

Huiming's pierced right hand with his little finger raised looked a little cute, but also a little distressing.

He grabbed the pottery pot, pursed his lips particularly aggrievedly and said.

“But… but I didn’t collect much of the morning dew from the Mingshen grass.”

“Master… Master, wa呜呜… Master before leaving… asked… asked me to collect a pot for… for the layperson.”

“呜呜呜, Master… Master will scold me…”

I don’t know if it’s because Li Guanqi came.

The little novice burst into tears, and Li Guanqi quickly put him in his arms and patted him on the back gently.

He took the pottery pot and drank the collected morning dew, tilting his head.

A cool feeling wandered through his heart, and the pain of being immersed in purgatory was reduced a little.

“Hmph!! Nosy!”

Li Guanqi heard the young man's words, and looked at the blood stains on the little novice's hand, his face gradually darkened.

But Li Guanqi didn't notice the old man with the hooked nose, named Wei Xuan.

The old man swept his eyes over Li Guanqi in the smoke and dust!

A strange look flashed in his eyes.