People in Zongwu: Starting with the Yin Gui Sect

Chapter 350

Just when Lin Pingzhi was planning to go to Qingcheng Mountain to seek revenge on Yu Canghai, he didn't know that the southwest was already shrouded in a bloody storm.

On the top of the Emei Golden Summit, the smell of blood filled the entire martial arts field, and one after another, Emei disciples fell under the Japanese sword of the Japanese Ghost Sha Luo.

As the contemporary head of Emei, Master Miejue led the remaining ten disciples to retreat to the main hall, and her whole body was stained with blood.

But for some reason, Jue Wushen did not kill directly, but like a cat playing with a mouse, he pushed the opponent into a corner step by step.

"Mie Xue, I will give you another chance. As long as you hand over the Yitian Sword and agree to join my Wushen Jue Palace, I will spare your Emei Sect!"

Jue Wushen was still very interested in the two swords, Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword, which were known as "the precious sword slays the dragon, commands the world, and no one dares to disobey. If Yitian does not come out, who can compete with it?"

Everyone thought that these two weapons contained peerless martial arts and amazing treasures, but as the secret of the Dragon Slaying Sword was revealed, everyone was disappointed.

But Jue Wushen or the people of Japan were different. Compared with martial arts secrets and amazing treasures, military books like Wu Mu's posthumous book were what they really wanted.

When I thought that even the Dragon Slaying Sword could contain Wu Mu's posthumous book, then the equally famous Yitian Sword might also contain other military books, such as the lost "Huangshi Tianshu" or "Sun Tzu's Art of War".

So even if he wanted to slap this Miejue old nun to death with one palm, in order to find the Yitian Sword, he had to be patient and continue to persuade her to surrender.

But who knew that the more he did so, the less likely Nun Miejue would give him the things.

"Bah, Japanese thief, kill me if you want, if you frown, I'll be your nun!"

Although she didn't know why the other party was so obsessed with the martial arts in the Sword of Heavenly Sword, no matter what, Nun Miejue would never hand over the Sword of Heavenly Sword, the relic of the founder and the treasure of the sect.

"Okay, since you are determined to die, then I will fulfill your wish. I don't believe that apart from you, no one else in the entire Emei Sect knows the whereabouts of the Sword of Heavenly Sword."

After repeatedly persuading him to surrender and being insulted by the other party, even Jue Wushen, who had a good temper, couldn't help but be furious at this moment, not to mention that he himself was not a good person.

In addition, the Wushen Jue Palace, which he had painstakingly founded not long ago, was incorporated by the Hidden Sword Sect, which never interfered in the secular world, which made him even more furious.

"Die for me!"

Jue Wushen, who had completely lost his patience, directly killed Nun Miejue with a killing punch.

As soon as the killing punch came out, ghosts cried and gods howled!

As Jue Wushen's ultimate move, coupled with his own Grandmaster cultivation, with just one punch, Nun Miejue not only broke the long sword in her hand into two pieces, but also spurted blood all over her body, and her body fell heavily on the Bodhisattva statue in the center of the hall, dyeing half of the Bodhisattva's golden body red.

"Master!"

Seeing the miserable state of Nun Miejue, Ding Minjun and other disciples exclaimed in surprise, and at the same time, a sense of sadness continued to surge in their hearts.

As the eldest senior sister, Ding Minjun even persuaded: "Master, why don't you hand over the Sword of Heavenly Sword? It's just a sword. Even if there are secrets in it, how can it compare to the century-old foundation of our Emei.

As long as people are still in Emei, there is hope. But if people are gone, what's the point of keeping the Sword of Heavenly Sword?"

But as soon as she said this, she was slapped by Nun Miejue, "Shut up, the Sword of Heavenly Sword is the treasure of our Emei sect, and it is also the relic of the founder. Even if we are all dead, we will never allow it to fall into the hands of outsiders, let alone these Japanese pirates.

And do you really think that the other party will let us go after we hand over the Sword of Heavenly Sword?"

"Master..."

Ding Minjun understood what Nun Miejue said, but seeing her junior brothers and sisters die tragically in the hands of the enemy, her heart was like being cut into pieces.

Others thought that Ding Minjun was jealous of talents, but who knew that her feelings for Emei Sect were definitely no worse than anyone else.

"Hahaha, what a deep relationship between master and disciple. Since you are so stubborn, Miejue, I will let you see with your own eyes how your disciple died for your decision."

As he said that, Jue Wushen grabbed Ding Minjun in the air, and the next second Ding Minjun was sucked in front of him by a huge suction force.

Then Jue Wushen grabbed Ding Minjun's head and said to Miejue: "Miejue, I will give you one last chance to tell me the whereabouts of the Sword of Heaven."

"Wishful thinking!"

Since she had already decided to live and die with Emei, Miejue would naturally not choose to surrender just because her disciple was in the hands of the enemy.

"Okay, okay, Miejue, you are cruel enough. ForA sword can't even care about the life and death of its own disciples. In this case, I will help you!"

As he said this, Jue Wushen grabbed Ding Minjun's hand and exerted force instantly.

The intense pain made Ding Minjun scream, but Jue Wushen seemed not to hear it. While listening to the scream, he increased his strength little by little.

Instantly, Ding Minjun's screams resounded throughout the hall, and the disciples who heard the screams showed a look of grief and anger, but Master Miejue turned her head to the side and turned a blind eye.

"No, don't kill my sister!"

Just as Ding Minjun was about to die at the hands of Jue Wushen, a little girl of eight or nine years old ran out of the secret passage behind the statue holding a sword.

"Zhiruo, who asked you to come back? Get out! "

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo who had gone and returned, Nun Miejue was furious, but Zhou Zhiruo couldn't hear anything at the moment, and her mind was full of exchanging the Sword of Heavenly Sword for her senior sister.

Jue Wushen, who was holding Ding Minjun, laughed even more, "Little girl, you are very good. As long as you are willing to hand over the Sword of Heavenly Sword, I will let your senior sister go!"

As he said this, he simply threw Ding Minjun aside like throwing away garbage, and then his palm as big as a palm fan directly grabbed the top of Zhou Zhiruo's head while she was running.

"No! "

Seeing that Jue Wushen could do such a cruel thing to a little girl of such age, everyone in Emei was furious.

It was a pity that with their strength, how could they be a match for Jue Wushen? Even the strongest Miejue was only at the level of innate cultivation, and was seriously injured, let alone the others.

Just when Jue Wushen was about to grab the little girl, he suddenly felt panic for no reason.

Then he retracted his right hand and released a golden air shield around his body to protect himself. It was his other unique skill - the Immortal Golden Body!

And just as he raised the air shield, a strange phenomenon in the western sky was approaching this side at a high speed.