Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 327 Entering the main hall

Shen Yun knew that he could not afford to make any mistakes at this moment, so he immediately performed the "Blue Lotus Sword Art". He pointed his sword at the sky, and his finger seemed to be a jade pillar that condensed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He shouted: "Blue Lotus blooms in the world, thunder shakes the universe!" After that, he swung his sword, and a majestic sword energy that seemed to be a fusion of lightning and the virtual image of the blue lotus, with the power to destroy the world, slashed straight at the black shadow that tried to escape like a rainbow piercing the sun. This sword energy seemed to be wrapped in the purest power of judgment in the world. Wherever it passed, the air was burned and made a "sizzling" sound, like grease roasted by a raging fire, and the space seemed to be cut by a peerless sharp blade, with visible twisted ripples, as if it could not bear the impact of this powerful force, and groaned in pain. Under the reflection of the lightning, the virtual image of the blue lotus was crystal clear and sharp as a blade, flashing with a cold light, like a weapon of heavenly punishment, with the mission of purifying the evil in the world.

As soon as the black tentacles touched the sword energy, they were crushed into pieces by the green lotus petals, like a rotten hemp rope, and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated. The black vortex also wailed under the impact of the sword energy, and fine cracks appeared like porcelain cracking, and then it collapsed with a loud bang, turned into bits of debris, and dissipated into nothingness.

The black shadow was now filled with horror, its eyes wide open like bells. It had never expected that Shen Yun had such a fierce killing move, and it was too late to gather its defense again. It could only stare with wide eyes, watching the sword energy that combined the power of lightning and the power of the green lotus rushing towards it. The shadow of death instantly enveloped it, as if the cold hands of the god of death had strangled its throat. At that critical moment, the black shadow screamed in despair, and the sound was like the cry of a trapped beast, cutting through the sky. However, before the sound could be heard far away, the sword energy had already brought the power of thunder and lightning and fell heavily on it.

There was a loud "crackling" sound, as if thunder exploded in the ear, causing pain in the eardrum. The shadow's body was split in half from the middle, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror. The dark power rushed and dissipated like a defeated tide, and there was no more power to condense. Under the continuous burning of the lightning, its body ignited a blue flame, which jumped like a ghost fire, but in the blink of an eye, it completely turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind. Only the shrill screams were still echoing over this secret realm, witnessing its destruction and demonstrating Shen Yun's great reputation in this battle, as if it was an immortal legend engraved between heaven and earth.

Shen Yun put away his sword and stood, his eyes as sharp as lightning, staring at the place where the shadow disappeared, as if he wanted to completely wipe out the remaining darkness from the world. After a moment, he let out a long breath, and the murderous aura around him slowly dissipated with this breath, replaced by a calm and steady aura like a mountain. He looked up at the towering hall in front of him, the door of the hall was closed, as if it was isolated from all the noise and disputes in the outside world.

The door of the hall was towering into the sky. It was made of black iron and carved with complicated patterns on the surface. It looked like a dragon or a phoenix, or some kind of ancient rune, and it faintly revealed a sense of vicissitudes and majesty. A faint light seeped out from the crack of the door, as if calling for something. Shen Yun's eyes condensed slightly, and a trace of vigilance arose in his heart, but he did not hesitate. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to push the heavy door of the hall.

With a long creaking sound, the palace door slowly opened, as if a secret that had been sealed for a thousand years was about to be revealed. As the gap in the door widened, an ancient and mysterious breath came to the face, mixed with a faint smell of sandalwood and decay, as if time was pulled back to the distant past at this moment.

Shen Yun stepped into the hall, his steps steady and his eyes sharp. The hall was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of light coming through the window lattices high above, illuminating the outlines of the furnishings inside. In the center of the hall stood a huge bronze altar, engraved with ancient runes, with faint flickering lights between the runes, as if telling some unknown secret.

Shen Yun continued to move forward. As he looked, the ancient runes around the bronze altar were shining brightly, as if awakened by some power, and flowing with mysterious brilliance. As he approached, the runes on the altar glowed more and more dazzling, and the entire hall was shrouded in a hazy halo.

Just when he was only three steps away from the altar, an old and gentle voice suddenly sounded in the hall. The voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying the weight and vicissitudes of time.

"Young man, the fact that you can get here shows that you and I are destined to be together."

Shen Yun paused, his eyes suddenly fixed, and he looked up at the altar. In the center of the altar, an illusory figure slowly condensed into shape. It was an old man with a peaceful face, white hair and beard, and a detached temperament between his eyebrows. He was wearing a simple green robe, and the sleeves of the robe moved without wind, as if he was integrated with the world.

Seeing this, Shen Yun had a flash of vigilance in his mind: "I wonder who you are, Senior?"

"Hahaha, my name has long been forgotten. People all call me Master Wuxiang." The phantom laughed and said his own title.

Shen Yun thought to himself: Master Wuxiang? I have never heard of this person.

Although he was puzzled, Shen Yun did not continue to ask, but bowed slightly: "So it's Senior Wuxiang, I have heard of you for a long time."

Master Wuxiang looked at Shen Yun's performance and could guess that although the young man in front of him said he had long admired him, in fact he had probably never heard of his name at all.

"Damn it! I, Master Wuxiang, was a very powerful figure in the past, but this kid has never heard of me. I am so pissed off."