Still that sword,
It’s still the distinction between Yin and Yang, the Seven Tribulation Sword!
However, only by facing this sword can you feel the unparalleled swordsman's accomplishments in the sloppy Taoist!
The wind torn apart,
The long sword was divided into two,
The three true energy surrounding the body was penetrated,
The Vajra Indestructible Body is broken at the same time!
Danger!
The extremely intense crisis dyed Yang Yu's eyes red in an instant, and the original luck disappeared completely.
‘Abandoning supernatural powers, I really can’t catch them…’
Before the thought flashed, complete darkness came.
Bo!
It seemed that the film was penetrated, and Yang Yu was extremely scared. His eyes and thoughts were gone in his heart, but only the sword fingers that rose together.
Just one finger, he had already penetrated everything. If he hadn't raised his right palm and blocked it horizontally in front of him, he would have penetrated the center of his eyebrows and skull.
"It actually blocked?"
In Yang Yu's ears, a misty sound that seemed to come from the horizon:
"The old Taoist has no mercy..."
Buzz!
It seemed as if a thick bell rang, but before everything in front of me could be seen clearly, it had disappeared again.
"puff!"
He fell heavily into the stream in the Wanxiang Mountains. Yu Yang couldn't help but kneel on one knee, spewing out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the entire stream red.
Crack ~
The sound of fine and cracking like fried beans came from all over my body, which was the moans that were overwhelmed by the muscles and bones of my body.
"you?!"
Yu Fengxian, who was in a daze, had not yet awakened from the sadness of saying goodbye to Fo Yinyue, and he saw a mouthful of thick blood spurting out, subconsciously drawing his sword and slashing. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been slashed.
"Who hurts you?"
Seeing that Yang Yu was covered in blood, Yu Fengxian was furious. The joy of making great progress was immediately overwhelmed by anger. He was about to slash Wang Muzhi with one backhand.
The latter shook his head and retreated, and heard the whistle that Yang Yu was so happy:
"good!"
The roar sounds like a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the Wanxiang Mountain and spreading towards Longyuan City. No matter who can tell the pleasure in it, you can hear it.
"You, you..."
Yu Fengxian was taken with a knife and looked at Yang Yu who was lying in the river with a gaze, with a look of suspicion:
"You're crazy?"
However, Yang Yu didn't seem to hear her voice. All his mind was occupied by the light of that sword.
This is not only a sword, but also the essence of swordsmanship that a martial arts monument has practiced throughout his life, and it is also a great martial arts world.
Any time he had a slight distraction, he was disrespectful to the great master. Therefore, all his spirit was used to remember this sword.
This process was very fast, so fast that it seemed that the sword intent dissipated in the eyes.
"Real person..."
Yang Yu had a moment of trance, and his faint sadness even overcame the buzzing of the Dragon Abyss Sword in the Glutty Cauldron.
【Sloppy Taoist's Magic Record】
[Refining Node 1: Shenglong (completed)]
[Simplified Node 2: Preaching (completed)]
[Refining Node 3: Looking for the Sloppy Taoist (completed)]
[Access from refining: Taoist magical skills ‘pure yang skills’ ‘yin and yang transformation’… The martial spirit of the sloppy Taoist, Taoist essence, Taoist methods…
The Book of Life and Death in the Underworld (one page), the Taoist fruit "Wind Demon", the magical power "Flying Sand and Stones"...]
[Note: Therefore, the ingredients are extremely rare, and there may be only one chance to refine them]
【Refined!】
The words that appeared in his eyes made Yang Yu realize that he would never see the irreconcilable old Taoist again.
That sword was a desperate sound, and maybe it wouldn't be there again.
It was not until this time that he realized that the preaching in Node 2 is not to let himself preach in the illusion, but to bring out the sloppy Taoist's "Tao".
"Real person, it's a dream."
With a sigh in his heart, Yang Yu struggled to sit up.
He washed his face with the cold stream water, and was stunned for a while before he grabbed Yu Fengxian's outstretched palm and staggered up.
After the sword, he felt exhausted both physically and mentally, and almost unsteady. Although the sword did not damage the key points, the loss was beyond imagination.
However, compared to the gains, this is nothing.
The only thing that made him hurt was that the two-edged sword was pointed into two pieces by one point. Fortunately, it was not discarded in the illusion...
"My junior brother is very brave."
Unlike Yu Fengxian who was ignorant of giving medicine for injury, Wang Muzhi saw the cause and effect, and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart:
"Even Zhenren Zhang dares to tease..."
The reason why he did not meet Zhang Laodao was not only because he had already established his own Taoist foundation, but also because he was afraid.
After thousands of years, obsessions last forever. The Taoist An relies on the "blood spirit", and the Taoist relies on the "super conciseness" of his martial arts will that made him feel terrified...
He couldn't know what this meant.
Only the master of supernatural powers like An Dao Ren, who "lost me" would think that he could compete with the old Taoist, but he had no idea at all...
"Borrow a room for use..."
Yang Yu was exhausted both physically and mentally, but he didn't even have the strength to deal with him. He waved his hand and tried his best to pick up two broken swords. With the help of Yu Fengxian, he walked into the house not far away.
Yu Jing looked at him from a distance, and was a little surprised. Who hurt him so much?
Squeak ~
After closing the door, Yang Yu had just developed a breath of turbid air, swallowed the pills, transported the qi, blood and true qi. After a while, a little bloody color appeared on his face.
Yu Fengxian was bored, sitting and fiddling with her fingers, calculating the gains of this trip.
This trip to the Immortal Magic Fantasy Realm, she gained a lot. In addition to the legendary palm technique, she also has the essence of martial arts of fighting Fo Yinyue.
The latter is of great significance to her.
Because in a sense, she and the monk are the same kind, and they are all fighting to the core...
After half a year of meditation, she naturally crossed the threshold of "melting hundreds of classics" and made great progress with the invincible Tiangang's martial arts.
only……
Yu Guang glanced at Yang Yu, whose breath was slowly calming down on the bed, and couldn't help but mutter, why did this guy look bigger than he gained?
In fact, you have to cross the level of melting and casting hundreds of classics?
In just three or four years, not only did he come from martial arts, but his realm also caught up with him?
Listening to the long breathing sound, she almost forgot that when she first met three or four years ago, this guy was just a three-legged cat with three or four blood exchanges...
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"suck!"
With a little thought outside, Yang Yu's breathing became less and he did not use the jade pendant left by Qin Si. His mind was calm and he entered the Gluttony Cauldron again.
Hurry ~
The flowing light surging like a tide, the purple gold gourd, the Longyuan Sword, and the evil-suppressing seal form horns, from slow to fast, and it does not stop rotating.
It was faintly vaguely that ancient and desolate painting appeared the tip of the iceberg again.
There was chaos in the cauldron, and large pieces of ingredients were forced into the corner, only black fog was shrouded in. The rest of the dark book pages that were still repairing themselves had not changed.
On the dark wooden wall, there are words with radiant light:
[Kuixing Level Chart (Extreme) has been refined]
[Promotion Ceremony: There are no monsters in front of Kuixing.]
[Purple Gold Swallowing Evil Gourd...(Refined)]
【Evil-Suppressing Seal…(Refined)】
【Seven Star Dragon Abyss Ghost Sword:…(Refined)】
[Supernatural powers: Tonggu. The number of divine species can be evolved, zero.]
[Tongyou's current progress: the first level, see sentient beings...]
[Current progress: Ceremony.]
[Promotion: The third step of refining, and the life map can be seen]
【Can enter the sea of ​​heaven: the sea of ​​heaven has not opened】
【Life Picture: Can be ignited】
"Fate Map!"
The origin of the four steps of the Martial Saint must have the corresponding four steps of becoming an immortal. This is what the realm judge said by the sloppy Taoist.
However, before the four steps of the Martial Saint, there were five levels of foundation building and thirteen blood exchanges, but there were no four steps of becoming an immortal.
Therefore, the difficulty of these four steps is actually even greater.
Among the sloppy Taoist people, the four steps are two, and the four steps are the most difficult, but the most dangerous step is the third step!
Buzz!
Without hesitation, Yang Yu's thoughts moved, and the three major ingredients trembled. The extremely mysterious ancient scroll was infinitely magnified in his senses.
Swish!
In a short while, Yang Yu regained his perception again. Wherever he saw, was there a picture he had imagined?
In front of you, there is clearly a vast and endless sea of ​​stars in the universe!
The vitality is bleak, the light spots are few, but the size is boundless.
"Light up the life map..."
Yang Yu muttered to himself, and the trick of "lit up the life map" appeared in his mind, or rather, it was not the trick at all.
The starry sky universe in front of you is where the life map is. If you want to light it up, you must step into it and follow the inspiration in the dark to find your own level life map!
However, this process is possible to be lost. There is only one way to take this step smoothly and quickly.
Describe yourself so as not to lose your direction.
In other words,
"Keep the precepts!"
...
...
The wind is strong and the sky is high, and the night is thick.
There was silence in the Dayan Mountains, and there were only a few lights somewhere.
"call!"
At one moment, a thick white mist was blown away, and six or seven women appeared sparsely.
"It's apart."
Feng Wushuang waved her hand, and without watching the changes in the expressions of the girls, her figures rose and fell a few times, and she climbed over the mountain stream.
Behind the mountain stream is a relatively flat mountain.
Bamboo forest, fence, thatched hut...
The lights were lit and the figure was hit on the window paper. It was vaguely visible that an old woman was bowing her head and doing needlework.
At first glance, this is a farmyard that is not even a strange thing. If it is not in this mountain where there are few people and hundreds of beasts are anxious.
"call!"
Even Feng Wushuang came to the courtyard and breathed rapidly. After several adjustments, he bowed and spoke:
"Wu Shuang, please see grandma..."
"Come in."
The kind voice made Feng Wushuang creepy, but she could only bite the bullet and forcefully restrain herself without any flaws.
Through the door, she began to tell the things in the illusion, nine points true and one point false, except to pick out herself and others, she did not hide any sentence.
Including the blood demon being killed by a sword.
"Zhang Lai, Zhang Lai..."
Inside the house, the old woman's voice was filled with regret, as if she was remembering the passing of her old friend, and as if she was sighing about the distant legend of the martial arts world.
But Feng Wushuang couldn't help but feel chilled in her heart...
"You said that the broken pages of the book of the book fell into the hands of a young man who was not very good-looking and could not even recognize his identity?"
In the room, the old woman was still busy with needlework, and her answers were careless, making people unable to understand her thoughts.
"yes."
Feng Wushuang looked respectful.
Her mind was flexible, otherwise she would not have dared to do such a big thing, but even she could not understand the thoughts of the old woman in the room.
"Notify the church and find this person."
The old woman ordered.
"Wu Shuang understands..."
Feng Wushuang bowed and replied, and was about to leave, but he seemed to remember something: "The Great Master Yanhong fell into a illusion, I wonder which elder is notified?"
"Um……"
The old woman seemed to be pondering, and after a moment, a token flew out of the half-open door:
"Yan Xue has been in seclusion for many years, and it's time to go out and play..."
"Shenxue Elder?!"
Feng Wushuang was shocked.
There are only nine great elders in the sect, but it doesn’t mean that all the nine great elders were dead...
This Yan Xue is also an immortal...
My heart was slightly cold, but I took the token without hesitation and glanced at the room unintentionally.
It was seen that there was a small altar inside, with a lamp hanging from top to bottom, and an ancient painting seemed to be posted on one side.
But where is the needle and thread made in the old woman's hand?
It's obviously a straw man...
Chapter completed!