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The blood iron from Heaven is the main material for casting swords. It is extremely rare to be guarded by ferocious beasts and watched by monks.

"Master, don't worry, nothing will happen if we go here." Pei Ming replied, his eyes became different from before, as if he was lost in memory.

That piece of blood iron is a peerless treasure, but outsiders don't know that the blood iron contains blood evil spirit, which cannot be removed even after being cast into a sword.

The sword forged from blood iron is extremely powerful, and after being practiced by him as the Destiny Sword, there are few opponents.

People rely on sword intent, and swords depend on people to support them. The natal sword is so important to monks.

So choosing a sword is a matter of extreme caution.

He had no other choice in his previous life, even if he had, he would not choose it, because the sword made of blood iron is stronger than other swords because of the evil spirit of blood itself,

Seeing that Pei Ming was full of confidence, Jiang Yumian didn't want to hit him, so he just said, "That's great, but we still have to remember to be cautious."

In his eyes, because Pei Ming is still young, he is unavoidably youthful, but morale is also important, if he cringes before setting off, without even the slightest momentum, then he will be in big trouble.

The cruise ship went down the water, and the sound of the shengxiao gradually faded away.

The bright moon is reflected in the river water, distorting with the ripples.

It was late at night, and most of the passers-by by the river were going back. Jiang Yumian looked at Pei Ming who was playing by the water. The lotus pods and lotus flowers had been ruined, but there were many lotus ponds here, especially on this road. On both sides of the river, many children are not unusual to see.

The night wind blows, lifting the hem of the pedestrian's clothes and hair.

Pei Ming walked back half a step behind. He looked at Jiang Yumian's blown black hair hanging behind him, and his eyes lingered on it for a while.

He suddenly remembered the soft and smooth feeling of inserting his hands into the black hair, but the person who was hugged and kissed by him could only raise his head and be forced to bear it.

Nanzechuan Great Lakes.

There are many monks gathered on the shore, and there are people everywhere, sitting or standing, some alone, and some with all sects.

Fish and shrimp usually swim in the lake, fresh and plump, but today no fisherman came over, and even the fish and shrimp could not be seen in the water, and they all hid in the bottom of the water.

The spacious and vast lake is very calm, as quiet as a mirror, and even the ripples cannot be seen.

Jiang Yumian and Pei Ming arrived here yesterday, and they both sat cross-legged on the bank and meditated.

Dawn broke in the sky, and when the first rays of the sun shone on the lake, everyone's eyes fell on the calm lake.

As if boiling a pot, the lake water gushed out, the movement became louder and louder, and the entire lake surface boiled.

A strange sound came from the bottom of the water, like some kind of long chant, or like the whistling of the wind.

When the abnormal movement stopped, the lake suddenly reflected a dazzling white light, causing the monks on the shore to close their eyes to cover it.

Almost at the same time, countless people jumped into the water and swam towards the bottom entrance.

Jiang Yumian was no exception, she went into the water with Pei Ming.

The water was muddy due to too many people. Fortunately, monks have a little sense of spirituality and can judge the direction. Moreover, there is no need to judge by themselves in such a situation, just follow the crowd and swim forward.

Jiang Yumian saw the entrance not far away, which was a vortex glowing with white light.

Pei Ming followed beside him, and the two walked hand in hand.

However, just as he was about to enter, a talisman broke through the water and came straight for Jiang Yumian.

It was from the people of the Xueshan faction who were chasing and killing Duan Song.

This was a bloody talisman, and Jiang Yumian's heart sank, knowing that something had happened to those two.

"You go in first, and I will look for you later." He made a decisive decision and sent Pei Ming into his mouth with a palm, at the same time he slapped an amulet on Pei Ming's body.

With his help, Pei Ming became the first person to enter the secret realm of Nanzechuan. Seeing this, the others rushed in, fearing that they would be one step behind.

Jiang Yumian watched Pei Ming disappear into the vortex before swimming back.

When he was about to come out of the water, he suddenly noticed something and looked to the left.

A special breath passed quietly, obviously a master, what puzzled him was that this breath made him feel familiar, but after careful examination, he found that he had made a mistake.

The opponent's body is very heavy with earth-type aura, except for his high cultivation base, he is no different from the masked man he has fought against in Han Xu Dongtian.

At this moment of hesitation, another bloody talisman flew in again. Jiang Yumian clamped the talisman with two fingers, knowing that he couldn't delay it any longer, saving people was the most important thing.

So he broke through the water, appeared with a swinging fan in his hand, and immediately rushed to the direction indicated by the talisman order.

Quxi Bridge.

Before Jiang Yumian landed on the ground, the Pohun sword was out of its sheath, and flew towards the person standing on the bridge, the point of the sword reached the opponent's vital point.

Duan Song held up his saber to resist, blocked the blow, but took a few steps back because of the momentum of the Pohun sword.

"It's you." When he saw Jiang Yumian, hatred appeared in his sinister eyes.

If Jiang Yumian hadn't intervened back then, he wouldn't have thought of being in such a mess today.

"It's me." Jiang Yumian replied coldly as he landed on the bridge, his eyes fell on the two seriously injured disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect's dark hall on the bridge.

The Pohun Sword formed a barrier for the two of them, so that Duan Song would not be cruel, or use them as a threat.

"It's God's will, it's time for me to avenge my revenge." Duan Song sneered, he was obviously inferior to Jiang Yumian in cultivation, but he was so confident that he had to make people suspicious.

Jiang Yumian didn't find any ambushing people nearby, but soon, he saw Duan Song swallowing a pill.

I don't know what the elixir was, but Duan Song's power soared in the blink of an eye, climbing all the way to the peak state of the golden elixir.

Jiang Yumian looked at the opposite side. Generally, this kind of elixir can improve the strength in a short period of time, but the side effects are very serious. I don't know what price Duan Song will pay for it.

After thinking about it, when Duan Song attacked, he sideways avoided the knife.

"Get out of here first." Jiang Yumian said to the two seriously injured disciples.

Fortunately, they still had the ability to walk, and under the protection of the Pohun Sword, they helped each other and left the bridge.

"Elder Jiang, be careful, he has practiced the technique of swallowing ghosts, and he has a soul-calling banner on his body, which is full of evil spirits and ghosts."

Before leaving, they reminded Jiang Yumian.

These words made Jiang Yumian understand that the disciples of the dark hall were all above the golden core stage, so they wouldn't be able to defeat Duan Song together, it turned out that was the case.

After the two stopped at a place far away from the Quxi Bridge, the Pohun Sword flew into Jiang Yumian's hands again, and fought with Duan Song on the bridge, and it was difficult to decide the winner for a while.

The river under the bridge kept churning due to the shock of spiritual energy, and some fish were even thrown out and landed on the bank, writhing and beating their bodies continuously.

Affected by the spirit-calling flag in Duan Song's hand, the ghostly spirit inside was not afraid of the sun at all, and sprang out suddenly. The dark energy wrapped around Jiang Yumian's ankles, trying to devour him.

The swords were facing each other, and the clanging sound kept ringing. Jiang Yumian didn't seem to care about these evil spirits, but his clothes gradually became frosty.

Frost and coldness spread from his body, even the evil spirits without bodies were not spared, and those who did not have time to escape were frozen in the ice.

The strong wind swept all around indiscriminately, the evil spirits were frozen in the ice, and the ice cubes were blown into fine pieces of ice soon after being swept by the strong wind.

As he jumped up, he knocked Duan Song back to the other side of the bridge with a sword, and then the ice crystals on the hem of his clothes shattered to the ground.

It is clearly summer, but the wind is getting colder and colder, mixed with ice debris, it seems to be winter.

The Pohun sword flashed a light as cold as ice and snow, and behind Jiang Yumian gradually gathered several sword shadows, turning one into ten, and turning ten into a hundred. With his swing of the sword, the world became white.

One move, Shuangshuanghan, was used to the extreme by him.

The heavy snow fell, and the two dark hall disciples were slightly stunned watching this scene.

The snowflakes were blown away by the wind, revealing Duan Song on the other side of the bridge. He was standing with a knife in one hand, and the next moment he vomited blood, and all the sword wounds on his body were also bleeding.

Duan Song hadn't lost consciousness yet, he was leaning on the stone pillar at the end of the bridge in a state of embarrassment, and his eyes became more resentful because of his extreme unwillingness.

After more than two years, Jiang Yumian's cultivation has improved to such an extent that he is really unwilling.

If things had gone smoothly back then and the city of Taichu had not been destroyed, he would already be sitting on the world at this moment, not to mention his cultivation base. If there were countless treasures for him to practice, a mere Jiang Yumian would be nothing more than his soul killed by the sword.

Seeing the sinister light in Duan Song's eyes, Jiang Yumian knew that he had never repented.

This kind of person is only a disaster to stay in the world, but Yu Honglian's matter has not been resolved, and Wu Qin and his group have not been found yet, so they can't be killed. If they are captured alive, they can be brought back to the Snow Mountain School to see if they can torture something.

He made a formula in his hand, and immediately drove several lock talismans into Duan Song's body.

The light blue spell wrapped around Duan Song's body seemed harmless, but it made him unable to break free.

Jiang Yumian was about to go over and catch each other, at this moment, a dozen figures suddenly emerged from the mud on the river bank.

They have no faces, only human-like bodies, all made of mud and water, and each of them has a killing curse.

The killing curse was very powerful, mixed with the blasted muddy water, Jiang Yumian had to dodge, and even the two disciples in the dark hall in the distance were surrounded.

A black shadow came, even though the other person was wearing a mask, Jiang Yumian recognized Wu Qin.

Wu Qin raised her hand and shot a few sleeve arrows, and rushed towards the two disciples. The sleeve arrows were so fierce that the barrier couldn't block them.

Jiang Yumian had two choices, either to fight Wu Qin, or to save people.

He chose the latter.

Duan Song was taken away by Wu Qin, and Jiang Yumian knew the result from the moment he made the choice. He didn't even look at the direction the two fled, and stood at the place where the clay figurine exploded and looked down.

"Thank you Elder Jiang."

The two dark hall disciples stood up reluctantly and gathered around him to watch.

Seeing this, Jiang Yumian supported the two of them with spiritual power to prevent them from falling.

"This is a bit similar to Immortal Cliff, but there is no other difference." One of the disciples said.

Jiang Yumian carefully discerned, even knelt down and rubbed a little bit with his fingertips, and rubbed it. As Pei Ming said before, in addition to the earth's air, there was a very faint fairy air in it.

Could it be that it is really some unheard of fairy mud?

It is said that the Immortal Paradise exists in this world, but for thousands of years, no real immortal has ever appeared in the world, and no mortal has become an immortal to prove the Tao. mud or something.

The fairy aura dissipated quickly, and if they weren't all at the Golden Core stage, and the Snow Mountain School had the special existence of the Immortal Cliff, it might be difficult to tell them apart.

"Duan Song ran away and won't come out again in a short time. Are you going back to the Snow Mountain School or not?" Jiang Yumian asked.

The disciple of the dark hall cupped his hands and said: "Back to the elders, we have notified the Southern Region Division, and we are probably on the way now, the elders don't have to worry, when they arrive, they will send us back."

While he was talking, a burst of bloody light suddenly erupted in the distance. The bloody light rose from the ground, but it was in the direction of Nan Zechuan.