Chapter 1850 Dao Tong Qingxu Wang Lingtian's Back-Up Plan

The huge wings flapped, and the strong wind seemed to make people unstable.

The crane was floating steadily in the square.

On it sat a little boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

He was wearing a Taoist boy's robe and had a round face with a smile.

Seeing him coming, many sword slaves were immediately as if they had seen an evil ghost, with fear and despair on their faces.

But no one dared to move, and they all stood there stupidly.

Ye Xinghe was stunned.

What was going on?

Then, the little Taoist boy took out a small copper bell and shook it a few times.

Ye Xinghe immediately felt that the red collar on his neck made a series of rings.

Then it began to tighten, and a sharp pain came!

And there was a huge force on it, pulling him, forcing him to come under the crane.

And it was obvious that the people in the entire Jiaziyuan were all pulled here by this force.

Everyone walked out of their residences and soon stood in the square.

"You bunch of bastards, I'm here to select people again!"

"Look at your expressions, you look like your parents have died!"

"Why are you crying? It's your honor to be selected to serve our ancestor in the furnace and refine pills. It's worth it even if you die!"

After that, he laughed viciously.

Someone muttered, "That's not right. Our Jiazi Court was just selected three months ago. Logically, it should be the turn of Yizi Court this time. Why is it here again?"

"Damn it, this bastard is worse than pigs and dogs. Just kill him. He always ridicules us like this!"

From the discussions of the people around him, Ye Xinghe also understood what was going on.

It turned out that the Taoist boy's name was Qingxu, and the ancestor he mentioned was a person of transcendent status in the Divine Sword Sect, named Dan Zhenren. Dan Zhenren often refines elixirs and opens a furnace every three months.

Every time a furnace is opened, five sword slaves are selected to use their souls to sacrifice to the furnace.

It is said that the quality of the elixir refined in this way can reach perfection.

Ye Xinghe gritted his teeth.

This is the cruel world!

Anyone who comes out of the Divine Sword Sect has the power of life and death.

The lives of these sword slaves are extremely humble, even less valuable than elixirs!

Everyone was trembling with fear.

Soon, Qingxu pointed out four people.

"You, you, you, you come here."

The four people were all desperate and looked ashen.

But there was no resistance at all.

Because if they resisted, the collars on their necks would explode and they would die immediately.

However, many people looked quite relaxed.

Although five people are selected every three months, the four courtyards A, B, C, and D take turns to select.

In other words, it will only be selected once a year.

Secondly, everyone also tacitly agreed that the selected disciples are those with less outstanding talents.

This is equivalent to only five people dying in one courtyard per year, which is nothing!

In normal times, more people will die in a conflict.

"What about this fifth person?"

Qingxu's finger slid across the crowd.

"Is it you, or you?"

He had a playful smile on his face.

And the people who were pointed by his finger were all shocked.

Finally, his finger fell on a person.

"It's you!"

Instantly, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xinghe.

It turned out that the person that Qingxu Tongzi pointed at last was him.

Everyone's eyes were full of pity.

Many people were gloating.

"I heard that this kid is the stronger one among the new sword slaves who came this time."

"To be precise, he should be the strongest one!"

"And I heard that he is not very old and has unlimited potential. It's a pity that he has nothing after being selected!"

Ye Xinghe was stunned at first. Why was he the only one selected among thousands of people?

But then, he suddenly thought of something.

The figure of Wang Lingtian flashed in his eyes.

Could this be another arrangement of Wang Lingtian?

Seeing Ye Xinghe standing there without moving, Qingxu snorted coldly: "What, are you stupid?"

"Come to me now!"

Ye Xinghe suddenly looked up at this moment, without panic on his face, but just showed a smile.

"What if I say no?"

At this moment, he had already made up his mind.

Even if he died here today, he would never willingly become a consumable for others to sacrifice to the cauldron furnace!

"You are brave and fat, just like what Senior Brother Wang said!"

Qingxu said this without hesitation.

Obviously, he didn't care if Ye Xinghe knew the truth.

An ant-like thing, revenge is revenge, what can it do?

Knowing the truth, what can it do?

At this time, Qingxu chuckled.

He was full of disdain: "People who are favored by our ancestor, even if they are formal disciples of the sect, dare not disobey, let alone you, a mere sword slave who has just entered the sect, come and die!"

The next moment, he flicked his right index finger seven times in a row.

With these few movements, sword qi appeared in the void.

In a flash, there were 700 sword qi lingering around Ye Xinghe.

In a flash, a huge sword formation was formed, surrounding him directly.

No matter how he rushed left and right, he could not break out of the formation.

Ye Xinghe was shocked.

What kind of wonderful weapon secret method is this?

He felt that although Qingxu was stronger than himself, he was not so strong.

But the secret method he used was extremely clever.

The next moment, Qingxu formed a sword formula with his fingers and pointed forward.

Those seven hundred sword energy instantly formed a mountain of swords and pressed down hard on Ye Xinghe's head!

Ye Xinghe found that he couldn't resist at all, and his body couldn't help but bend downwards after being pressed.

He roared wildly, gritting his teeth and hardening his bones, not wanting to lower his head at all!

"Oh, I'm still a tough guy, I just like to torture tough guys like you!"

Qingxu's delicate little face was full of ferocity.

He clicked his finger forward again.

In an instant, the pressure on the sword mountain doubled!

Ye Xinghe could no longer bear it at this time.

With a 'squeak', he was directly pressed to the ground, and no one knew how many bones in his body were broken.

Those long swords, as if they had transformed into human forms, crushed his face and trampled him into the dust.

At this moment, Ye Xinghe felt extremely humiliated!

But at this moment, a cold snort suddenly came.

Ye Xinghe suddenly felt that the pressure on his body disappeared without a trace!

Qingxu groaned and leaned back, with blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Then, a sneer came.

"The person who came to Jiaziyuan to touch me, Qingxu, who gave you the courage?"

The person coming is none other than Zhao Huixuan!

He stared at Qingxu coldly without making any movement with his hands.

But that strong pressure made Qingxu unable to move.

Obviously, Zhao Huixuan's status is quite special.

Even this arrogant Qingxu boy had a smile on his face when he saw him.

Qingxu bowed respectfully: "I have met my uncle!" "You still know that I am your elder?"