CHAPTER 687: CHAPTER 85 SEVEN STARS GREAT SHIFTING MYSTERIOUS CORE ARRAY

Although the head of the Six Yang fell, the Nascent Soul escaped the shell and enveloped the Primordial Spirit, falling into a drum as large as a stool, vanishing instantly.

This drum is called the "Qinyang Drum," a True Artifact passed down through generations of the Su Family of Qinyang.

With the protection of this Dharma Treasure, it can ensure that some memories from the past life are retained during reincarnation, preventing the True Spirit from being ignorant in the next life.

The Dharma Sword, stained with fresh blood, suddenly emitted a gleam, as if illuminated by candlelight.

The old Daoist stood up, glanced a few times, then turned to a small, droopy-eyed Daoist and said, "Seventh brother, it’s your turn."

The small Daoist snorted and coldly said to the child, "Come over here and send me off."

After saying this, he also shuddered and let the Nascent Soul escape from the crown of his head, similarly jumping into the Qinyang Big Drum.

The child, having just personally slain a Nascent Soul True Master, almost felt like he was in a dream, but with this call, he snapped back, glanced at his ancestor, saw no expression on his face, and calmed himself.

Having done it once before, his courage seemed bolstered. After stabilizing his breathing, he walked to the small Daoist, raised the Dharma Sword high, and swung it down. The blade passed cleanly over the neck, and the Daoist’s head rolled down.

The Dharma Sword, passing through blood, which was originally as if plain iron reflecting light, now seemed even brighter than before, emitting a jade-like glow.

"It’s indeed a Slaughter Sword, child, it’s my turn now."

In the southeast corner, a white-clothed monk stood up, a smile on his face, seemingly at peace with life and death. He adjusted his robe, took out a pot of wine, drank two sips, and said, "Child, do it swiftly, it looked quick earlier."

The child, having adapted after slaying two, raised the sword to strike again. But the white-clothed monk pinched the blade with his fingers, repeatedly waving his hand, and said, "Hold on, let me take another sip."

The old Daoist frowned and said, "Fifth, what time do you think it is, stop being so indolent!"

The white-clothed monk laughed and tilted his head forward, exposing his smooth, white neck, patting it and saying, "Right here."

The child gripped the sword hilt, aimed carefully, shouted, raised the sword, and slashed, with a "puff," as this person’s head also fell.

There was a flash of blood light, and a Nascent Soul leapt from the severed neck, entering the Qinyang Drum.

At this moment, the previously hoarse-voiced Daoist waved his sleeve and stood up.

He wore a double topknot, had sparse brows and eyes, a mustache, and an elegant robe, exuding a slight celestial air.

He sighed, raised his head, and said regretfully, "If we had one or two more days, we wouldn’t need to risk our lives. Now we can only give up our flesh and wait for the next reincarnation for another chance."

The old Daoist also sighed, "Third brother, take care."

The Daoist bowed, then stood upright, motionless. Intimidated by his aura, the child dared not approach for a moment.

The old Daoist pushed the child forward a few steps. Raising his head, seeing the Daoist so close, his mind went blank, and with the previous momentum, he wielded the sword with both hands, and blood spurted as the head was cut off.

After slaying four Nascent Soul cultivators, the child inexplicably felt weak and almost collapsed.

The old Daoist’s eyes emitted a fierce light, shouting, "Quickly throw away the Dharma Sword."

Without thinking, the child let go, throwing the sword, but the Dharma Sword did not fall, humming and floating in the air, as if it had developed a spiritual nature.

The old Daoist reached out and grasped it, staring blankly at the blade that was like autumn water, with a complex expression, not knowing whether to be happy or sad, he murmured, "Indeed, it has become."

This sword is a Slaughter Sword, one of the relics of True Master Su Mo, reportedly taken from a Demon Cultivator.

This sword has a peculiar trait; the higher the cultivation of those slain by it, the more powerful its might.

True Master Su Mo once worried about controlling this sword, forcibly erased the Sword Spirit within, and refined it for his own use, later passing it to the old Daoist.

Now they use the lives of these four Nascent Soul True Masters to nourish this sword, intending to use its power to break the last Prohibition on the True Dragon Mansion, allowing the old Daoist to rush in, fully attempt to see if he can achieve a Grotto Heaven through the Dragon Relics.