Chapter 97: Aftermath (1/2)
”What happened here, such a big movement, I can hear it ten miles away, could it be that something happened to the treasure, so this Broken Dragon Waterfall became so broken?”
A low-ranking monk asked the people around him.
”It is impossible that the treasure was born. Without the kind of fairy light aura that the treasure was born, maybe it was struck by a sky thunder!”
”I'm afraid you are not joking, the previous voice must be a high-level monk fighting here!”
Gathered to the side are mostly some low-level, low-level, low-level cultivators in the cultivation world of the third and fourth levels of Lingyuan.
Many of them were monks who were hired to **** the boats on the tributaries of Luoshui, so that the boats could survive the dangerous sections of the nearby tributaries and earn so much hard money.
The Luoshui tributary that bypassed this waterfall was prosperous with boats and many monks who traveled by. Moreover, not far from the waterfall itself, many monks were attracted by the previous battle.
These low-level monks,
He may even have never seen an expert in the True Element Realm in his entire life.
Not much knowledge.
Gather at the moment,
Pointing around this remnant, there was a lot of discussion.
Some people even thought it was monsters raging here, causing such a terrifying sight.
There are all kinds of opinions, but there is no agreement.
”In this situation, I'm afraid it's not because there are experts in the True Element Realm fighting here, and life and death are still separated between breathing.”
A few monks from the late Lingyuan period rushed to the top of the tree,
Compared with those low-level monks, their knowledge is naturally broader, and they can easily recognize the general situation in front of them.
One of the eight-fold elders of Lingyuan with an old face looked at the scene of the collapse of the rock and the torrent of the waterfall and said.
”The power is indeed inferior to that of the experts in the True Origin Realm, but whether or not the experts in the real level are fighting, it is different.”
A feather fan with a turban, a feather man in white shook the fan, with an inexplicable tone.
”You mean...”
The old monk turned his head and just wanted to say something,
Suddenly, there was a scream not far away, and the low-level cultivators underneath exploded and retreated in horror.
I saw in the field,
A headless corpse was leaning against a boulder that collapsed from the cliff of a waterfall, and the blood on its neck was like a pillar, spewing around!
The monks all around were horrified and talked.
But it was the previous big monk with two spiritual essences. He saw a smooth, mirror-like incision on the collapsed boulder in front of him. The sunlight reflected, and there seemed to be a sword shadow moving, making him dazzled. My mind was also attracted to the past, and walked forward in a daze, stretched out his hand and couldn't help but touch the cut mirror.
But at that moment,
A strand of small, weak as silk, but sharp as a sword's sword intent flutters out, like a strand of invisible ripples flying over the lake from the monk's neck. Drifted over.
Immediately, it was as if a silk thread was cutting tofu, and the head of the monk with dual spirit yuan fell to the ground!
This scene,
It is really terrifying to the extreme!
The surrounding low-ranking monks retreated and left with horror shouting.
”This is...Sword Intent?!”
The old cultivator of the Eighth Layer of Lingyuan stood on a high place, and was attracted by the restlessness below. He naturally saw this scene, and his pupils shrank suddenly to the size of a needle.