Chapter 1251: Funeral sword

Chapter 1251 Ancient Temple
"Brother Yan, I understand your mind."
Su Zimo groaned a little, and said, "It's just a bit sloppy. There are many flaws in the ending of your war with Li hate, and I am afraid that many people will doubt it."
"It's just doubt."
Yan Beichen said: "I didn't have Jane stay in Zongmen. As long as I hid and I wasn't found, after a long time, no one will remember me."
After a short pause, Yan Beichen backhandedly pulled up the Shura knife next to him and handed it to Su Zimo, saying: "This Shura knife is a town sect weapon of Xiulong Zong. You have to find a way to return this knife to Xiulong."
Yan Beichen even completely abandoned the Shura sword that he had followed for many years in battle, showing his determination to withdraw from the cultivation world.
Su Zimo groaned a little and said, "This is easy to do. Throw the Shura knife to an auction house for auction, and release the news. Naturally, this will lead to the redemption of Monk Shura."
"Okay, just do it."
Yan Beichen said: "I'm inconvenient to show up, these things can only be left to you."
Su Zimo did not quit, but just asked: "Brother Yan, are you really willing?"
Yan Beichen's gaze stayed for a long time on the Shura knife, gradually hiding the nostalgia in his eyes, shaking his head resolutely: "Nothing is reluctant, I'm not Shura, I can't match this knife, and let it go back. it is good."
When Su Zimo saw that Yan Beichen was determined, he no longer persuaded and hugged his fist: "Then I will deal with this matter now and come back in a few days."
Su Zimo and Yan Beichen said goodbye and turned away.
After leaving this deep mountain, Su Zimo galloped all the way. After about two hours, he saw a city of cultivation.
It was extremely lively, with countless monks walking along.
Yuan Ying Zhenjun and Huixu Taoists are everywhere!
This level of city is already quite prosperous, and there must be some large auction houses and trading houses.
Su Zimo hesitated for a long time, still did not stop in this city, and continued to move forward.
This place is a little close to the place where Yan Beichen lived in seclusion. If the Shura knife was traded in this city, it would be difficult to guarantee that people would not search according to the figure and find the vicinity.
Yan Beichen may be much more exposed!
Su Zimo continued to move forward, walked for a full day, came to another bustling Xiuzhen ancient city, transformed himself, turned into a great man, came down.
The next thing is much simpler.
He only needs to spread the news of Yan Beichen's battle with Lijun Daojun.
This explosive news does not need to be propagated at all, as long as it is released, it can quickly form a storm, which is spread from word of mouth, causing a stir!
This news is enough to cause a shock in the entire world of cultivation!
"Have you heard that the Demon Gate returned from Li Daojun and found Yan Beichen again to fight for the title of Shura, and they both died in battle!"
"Not that. The battle was quite fierce. It is said that the mountains broke down, the river was flooded, the sun and the moon faded, and the stars fell!"
"I heard that Yan Beichen originally had the upper hand. As a result, Lijun Daojun's eyes were red, and the meta-mystic eruption broke out. The two gods stunned, and no one was spared!
"Oh! What a terrible thing!"
In a restaurant in this ancient city, many practitioners gathered together to discuss the matter, speaking with nose and eyes, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.
Many times, rumors are like this. When they spread, they changed their original appearance and became rumors.
Su Zimo was sitting next to the window, drinking alone, looking indifferent.
"Who knows whether this battle is true or not?"
Just then, a monk questioned.
"You don't know about it. The Shura knife was just sold at the Xuanshuang auction house the other day, and it was bought back by the Shura Zong."
Immediately, a monk said, "The Shura sword is a Shura thing. If he did not die, how could he let the sword fall into the hands of outsiders."
"Who actually sold the knife, did you see it?"
"Unclear, it seems to be a burly man."
"I heard it was a woman."
Many monks began to guess again.
After Su Zimo sold the Shura knife, worried about any accident, he stayed in this ancient city for a few days.
These days, nothing more than various rumors, nothing has changed.
Su Zimo threw down a few stones, ready to leave the place, return to the deep mountain, and notify Yan Beichen.
He had just got up, and a monk not far away said suddenly, "Yes, I heard that a monk saw the Taichu Ancient Temple!"
"Really fake? Where is it?"
"Just in Yuchanling!"
"The whereabouts of the Taichu Ancient Temple are erratic, and every time they show up, they will attract countless monks to search for it. I never expected to come to Zhongzhou!"
"I heard that there are countless ancient treasures in that ancient temple, many lost panacea, secret recipes, and even more!"
Hearing here, Su Zimo moved.
Jiuzhuan Soul Dan is one of the lost spirits in ancient times.
Nine turns to the soul Dan, can heal Yan Beichen's Yuanshen's wound.
If this ancient temple in the early days really existed, there might be nine rebirths in it!
However, he had never heard of the name of the ancient temple in the early days, but he had to ask it carefully.
"Some Taoists, dare to ask what is the origin of this ancient temple?"
Su Zimo came to the group of monks, smiled slightly, and asked with a fist.
This time, he came to this ancient city to deal with the Shura sword, fearing that there would be branches outside the festival, so he concealed his identity and changed his face.
"Who are you?"
A monk glanced at Su Zimo and asked with a pout.
"Why, you want to go to Taichu Ancient Temple?"
The monk looked mocked and asked with a smile.
"Right on my mind."
Su Zimo nodded.
"Hahahaha!"
The monks looked at each other and laughed, looking at Su Zimo's eyes as if looking at an idiot.
"Just because you want to go to the ancient temple in Taichu, and don't look at yourself!"
A returning Taoist sneered: "Even if I am a gentleman, I dare not set foot in the ancient temple of Taichu, what are you?"
Su Zimo looked cold, exuding the atmosphere of the French realm, and said coldly, "You say it again?"
As soon as the voice fell, the temperature of the entire restaurant plummeted!
In this ancient city, although Yuan Ying Zhenjun and Huixu Taoist can be seen everywhere, there aren't many princes in Daxiang.
Most of these monks are Yuanying Zhenjun, only a few returning to Taoism. They were stunned by Su Zimo's atmosphere of law, and looked pale!
"Tao Jun breathes anger, me, I don't know your identity, you can offend, please Dao Jun for his life!"
The returning Taoist frightened his sweat from his forehead, and bowed again and again.
Qun Xiu, who had just laughed, couldn't say a word.
If the prince of law, the prince, is furious and kills them, no one can stop them!
(End of this chapter)