Dragon Vein Martial God

2When the two disciples saw the wooden tablet shatter, although they didn't notice it immediately due to their laziness, they didn't know whose name the shattered wooden tablet recorded.    

    

However, as disciples of the guards, they remembered the arrangement of all the wooden boards. They also remembered the location of each wooden board because... With just a glance, they knew that the shattered wooden tablets... Shentu Yang!    

    

The person they had just discussed was Shentu Yang!    

    

About half a breath later.    

    

The disciple on the left had a look of shock on his face. "Elder Shentu... Something big has happened. Elder Shentu's life token has shattered..."    

    

"Quickly inform the sect..."    

    

...    

    

Within the borders of the Titanic Crescent Sect, somewhere unknown.    

    

Within the Bloodsoul Devil Tragic Formation.    

    

Jiang Ting was quite calm as he continuously attacked the resentful souls and blood mist.    

    

There were too many resentful souls and blood mist in this grand formation... He had been trapped in the formation for almost an hour.    

    

After an hour of all-out large-scale attack, the surrounding blood mist had become thin, leaving only two or three resentful souls.    

    

On the other hand, the black-robed man and Shentu Yang had yet to appear, and it was unknown whether they were still alive or dead.    

    

Moreover, it was unknown whether it was because the formation was incomplete or because of some unknown reason... He remembered that even if the blood fog in the Bloodsoul Devil Tragic Formation was scattered, it would recondense, and even if the resentful souls were destroyed, they would be able to be reborn within the blood fog.    

    

However, he was trapped until now, and the scattered blood mist had yet to condense once more, and the resentful soul that he'd killed had yet to be reborn.    

    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"    

    

Jiang Ting was still attacking.    

    

Following the eruption of a wave of qi, Jiang Ting's attack finally reached a critical point.    

    

"Rumble..." A loud explosion erupted. Waves of Qi swept across, and the blood mist and resentful souls were all cleared.    

    

The bloody sky and earth had also regained their clarity. The earth, the green mountains, and the green water had once again appeared in Jiang Ting's eyes.    

    

Sensing that the formation had been broken, Jiang Ting immediately summoned his magic sword and looked around. The sky was still the sky, and the earth was still the earth.    

    

The battle in the sky did not affect the environment on the ground.    

    

Shentu Yang was nowhere to be found, but the black-robed man was about forty meters away, looking at him calmly.    

    

Compared to before, he could not see his appearance at all. At this moment, he could see that the black-robed man was wearing an evil ghost mask that alternated between red and black.    

    

After sizing him up for a while, Jiang Ting's eyes focused... the black-robed man was sitting.    

    

He wasn't sitting on the ground, nor was he sitting in midair... Instead, he was sitting on a huge sword. It was obvious that he had used the huge sword as a bench.    

    

As for that huge sword... if he wasn't mistaken and remembered correctly, it was Shentu Yang's huge sword.    

    

The disciples of the Titanic Crescent School would always carry the huge sword on their backs... Logically speaking, unless they died, the huge sword shouldn't have been lost. Now that the huge sword had appeared in the hands of the black-robed man, he had been 'humiliated' like this.    

    

It was obvious that Shentu Yang had a 99% chance of dying.    

    

The remaining 1% was only because he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.    

    

After sizing it up, Jiang Ting focused his mind. "Who is this fellow Daoist?"    

    

The black-robed man's eyes revealed a hint of ridicule. "Devil cultivator."    

    

"Devil cultivator.."    

    

Pausing for a moment, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly. "Do we know each other?"    

    

His senses told him that the black-robed man was not a devil cultivator.    

    

Although the black-robed man had an extremely thick devil aura around him that the cultivators of the Mystic Gate hated.    

    

However... Jiang Ting had a feeling that the devil aura was somewhat incompatible with the black-robed man. It was as if the black-robed man had intentionally concealed a layer of devil aura in order to disguise himself as a devil cultivator.    

    

As for why he knew him... Although he couldn't see the figure beneath the black-robed man's black robe, nor could he see his appearance, he still felt that the black-robed man was somewhat familiar.    

    

He didn't believe that he was mistaken. Even if he was mistaken, he was still affected by external objects or illusions. There were no external objects or illusory formations in the sky.    

    

That familiarity was probably worth pondering over.    

    

It was just that the black-robed man hid it very well. In addition, the sense of familiarity was too slight, so he was completely unable to confirm the black-robed man's identity from that sense of familiarity.    

    

"Keke..." The black-robed man let out a strange laugh, but he did not answer Jiang Ting. Instead, he turned into a rainbow and left. His speed was extremely fast, and it was not something that Jiang Ting could compare with. In a flash, he disappeared.    

    

It was unknown whether he had escaped to the limit of Jiang Ting's line of sight or he had concealed his aura.    

    

He had left?    

    

Left just like that?    

    

It was as if the black-robed man had come purely to deal with Shentu Yang, while Jiang Ting had only been dragged into the crossfire?    

    

No... Jiang Ting was very sure that the black-robed man wanted to kill him, but for some reason, he chose to leave instead of making a move.    

    

If it wasn't for the fact that Chai Ying didn't have any news about him, he would have suspected that the black-robed man was the bean sprout again. Now that Chai Ying was dragging the bean sprout, the bean sprout wouldn't have the time to deal with him.    

    

Then, who was that person?    

    

"Strange..." Jiang Ting shook his head when he did not get an answer for a long time.    

    

The black-robed man left, but he did not take the sword with him. The sword belonging to Shentu Yang was still quietly floating in the sky.    

    

It was not that the huge sword could naturally float in the air without any power. Instead, the power left behind by the black-robed man in the huge sword had yet to dissipate. When the power dissipated, the huge sword without magic power would only be a piece of scrap metal.    

    

Jiang Ting waved his hand and the huge sword was waved to his hand.    

    

He touched the sword and observed it for a while... It was indeed a magic treasure that Shentu Yang cultivated with his life. Many precious ores were fused into the huge sword. If it wasn't for the opportunity he had in the Demon Sealing Secret Realm, his magic sword would probably not have been able to compare to this huge sword.    

    

If this huge sword was sold... no matter how many others used it to increase its power... But... If there was a master craftsman who used an extremely brilliant method to deconstruct the essence of the huge sword and extract it... it would be worth at least three million Spirit Stone!    

    

However, deconstructing it would not be that simple. The huge sword also had a Spirit Restriction.... This sword attacked the sixth level of the Spirit Restriction.    

    

In order to deconstruct and extract the materials needed to refine the sword, not only did it require an extremely profound method of refining, but it also required a method to arrange at least seven layers of the Spirit Restriction.    

    

If one's mastery of the Spirit Restriction was not high enough, disassembling this huge sword would only cause the Spirit Restriction to be destroyed, causing the huge sword to be instantly damaged. After that, many materials would be turned into scrap metal.    

    

Only those who grasped seven layers of spirit restrictions, coupled with their extraordinary refining methods, were qualified to deconstruct it... The more Spirit Restrictions there were, the more difficult it would be to deconstruct without any damage. Hence, the more time it would take to do so.    

    

If one only mastered seven layers of spirit restrictions, it would be impossible to deconstruct them without suffering injuries for a few decades...    

    

"It's a pity that the symbol of the Giant Sword Tower is too heavy. I'm afraid no one would dare to buy and use it.... I can't break it down...." Jiang Ting shook his head slightly as he spoke in a low voice.    

    

He then let go of the sword. The huge sword fell to the ground like a free body.    

    

When it fell to the ground, it might be buried deep into the ground and no one would be able to find it. Or perhaps, it would be discovered by a lucky person and rise with the sword... No one could be sure.    

    

Jiang Ting, who had abandoned the sword, looked towards the north with a slightly ugly expression.