The First Sword of the Earth

Yuan Ying was broken, and Yuanshen was born; holding a thunder sword, he jumped through the air.

In the shining thunder light, the bystanders were so shocked that they didn't know what to say, they could only watch the phantom of Wang Sheng leaping across the air, without an enemy.

Unknowingly, those gray figures had been blown to pieces, and there was thunder everywhere in the sky, the robbery cloud disappeared, and that strong vitality was floating everywhere.

Wang Sheng's primordial spirit stood at the position of the vertical eye holding the thunder sword, the thunder sword was raised horizontally, and the vertical eye had disappeared.

A wave of vitality surged, hovering around the soul, and Wang Sheng's soul became a little denser.

But immediately afterwards, the primordial spirit flashed, turned into a meteor and slammed below, and the extremely strong vitality lost the target of attachment, and it also exploded in the air.

The meteor hit the scorched body, Wang Daochang opened his mouth and coughed violently, and a burst of black smoke came out of his throat.

Although the primordial spirit was perfect and unharmed, the Taoist body was indeed seriously injured and almost collapsed.

Enduring the severe pain, Wang Sheng took the Spiritless Sword in front of him and watched it carefully.

On the translucent sword body, the cracked fine lines are clearly visible; the fluctuation of the sword spirit is still there, but it is so weak that it can almost only feel the sword has a strong spirituality, but the state of the sword spirit cannot be felt. .

‘Yaoyun, I have crossed over. ’

'Um……'

After receiving Yaoyun's answer from the bottom of his heart, Wang Sheng relaxed his mind, put down his raised hand weakly, and lay there for a while panting.

'Thanks. ’

However, Yaoyun didn't answer, he should have gone to sleep with peace of mind.

Outside the immortal gate, Xi Lian couldn't help but push down the still a little overwhelmed senior sister, "What did you do in the past, froze!"

Only then did the senior sister notice that the tribulation had passed, and her figure rushed out, turning into a rainbow light and rushing to Wang Sheng's side in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the scorched younger brother, Mu Wanxuan couldn't help but tears in her eyes, and she shook her hands and feet helplessly for a while, pressing her left hand against Wang Sheng's chest with only intact skin, and using the method of reversing yin and yang to infuse wisps of pure vitality.

This vitality, to Wang Sheng's Taoist body at this time, was like a long drought in the rain.

Wang Sheng groaned in pain, then opened his eyes and looked at his senior sister.

Out of sight, she caught a dozen figures flying in the distance, and silently grabbed the hem of the senior sister's skirt, blocking her vital position.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, lowered her head and looked down, keeping her kneeling posture, getting closer to her junior brother, and by the way, she used her vitality to form a cloud of white mist and wrapped it around Wang Sheng's waist.

"Hey, who hasn't seen it before!"

Xi Lian sneered, Wang Sheng didn't have the energy to make expressions, but Mu Wanxuan's cheeks were a little red.

Daoist Jingyun took out a pack of acupuncture in his arms, knelt down next to Wang Sheng, and began to investigate Wang Sheng's internal injuries to see if he could help.

But what makes Jingyun a little embarrassed is...

Wang Sheng's Taoist body was still in a tight state against the tribulation at this time, and Jingyun was hindered by his cultivation base, and his spiritual sense was too weak to penetrate it at all.

The old celestial master and others stood ten meters away and did not move forward. They just smiled and said: "Congratulations to Feiyu for passing through the catastrophe, since then the fairy road has been unblocked, and all the way forward!"

"congratulations!"

"Why did Feiyu lead to a double tribulation? This is something that has never been seen or heard in the history of the monastic world. The tribulation that destroys the world and the earth can be passed smoothly by Feiyu. Take it seriously... Incoherent, I don’t know what to say."

"I haven't become an immortal, but I have survived the tribulation of immortals. The future achievements of non-verbal are really unimaginable for me."

The masters and masters sighed for a while, and congratulated them all.

Wang Sheng could only barely smile, and then drowsiness hit, Dao body has not yet relaxed, but the soul is already a little tired and wants to go to sleep.

The separation of the soul from the body actually puts a huge burden on the soul, especially if it has just broken through.

Soon, Wang Sheng fainted with his eyes closed while holding the Wuling Sword, and Mu Wanxuan looked at Xi Lian as if asking for help, and the eldest sister also took out the quasi-immortal demeanor who was about to fly.

"Let's use Fa Li, take Xiao Feiyu to those retreat halls," Xi Lian said.

"Okay," Senior Sister agreed, and carefully wrapped Wang Sheng with two yin and yang two auras, and slowly lifted her junior brother up, Xi Lian and Jing Yun guarded her left and right, and slowly flew towards the fairy gate.

The Daoist Chiefs and Master Daoists also followed and turned back into the Little Immortal Realm together.

Leaving the Feixia Sword, which was smashed by the thunder tribulation, fell into the cloud and mist in the corner, lying there quietly, thinking about why he was treated so much worse than the Wuling Sword...

Entering the nearest immortal hall of retreat, the spirit of the temple sensed, and a stream of pure vitality enveloped Wang Sheng and the inanimate sword in Wang Sheng's hands.

Mu Wanxuan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, and sat down on her knees and watched her junior in a daze.

Dao leaders saw that Wang Sheng was fine, and then after taking good care of his injuries, he would be able to smoothly enter the peak of the Crossing Tribulation Realm and the Crossing Mahayana Realm.

It is estimated that their catastrophe will not be as scary as Wang Sheng, as long as they carefully prepare in advance, they will certainly be able to survive.

On the contrary, she was surprised that she hadn't spoken much. After the masters left, she couldn't help but chanted the Buddha's name and sighed quietly.

"Before he became an immortal, Tianwei came to warn him... The little monk is a monk, but he really couldn't help being a little bit envious and hated."

"Tianwei?" Xi Lian suddenly felt. "Those eyes are Tianwei? It feels very scary. At that time, I couldn't help but want to show the original shape."

"Shhh," Huai was surprised and nervously made a silent gesture, "Don't talk, don't talk, don't ask."

Xi Lian rolled her eyes, but she didn't dare to say hi to her casually.

The nineteen of them were very lucky. They felt the majesty of the heavens not too far away, and saw those eyes, which will have a profound impact on their future cultivation bases.

The senior sister didn't listen to what they were talking about, quietly observing Wang Sheng's state.

Seeing Wang Sheng's whole body tense in his sleep, his eyes are full of distress.

At this moment, Jingyun floated into the hall with a basin of clear water, and took out a handkerchief, and placed the silver water basin that I didn't know where it came from next to the senior sister.

"Shouyu, you wipe down your body for Feiyu, let him relax, he has been tight, and his vitality can't be absorbed into the body."

The elder sister promised, just about to get busy, she looked up at the eldest sister and was surprised.

"Amitabha, the little monk has gone to practice."

"I'll take a walk outside, just call me if I have something to do."

Xi Lian and Huai Jing fluttered away, and Jing Yun also whispered to the senior sister, and left the hall.

Mu Wanxuan started dipping her handkerchief with some clean water, and carefully wiped the burnt black on Wang Sheng's body, and gently squeezed the tense Taoist body of Junior Brother.

This is really something that Senior Sister can do, because her aura is carved into the bones of Wang Sheng; if it is touched by others, Wang Sheng's Taoist body is afraid that it will subconsciously counterattack.

Wang Sheng's'a side' quickly returned to his normal complexion, most of his tight Dao body also eased, and his vitality began to be absorbed normally.

The senior sister took a breath, as if she had made a certain determination, to disperse the white mist near the waist and hips of her junior, and continue to gently wipe.

It is a pity that Dao Wang has completely fallen asleep.

...

Wang Sheng was in a coma for half a month, and during this half month, his Taoist body also changed several times.

Generally speaking, after a monk has gone through the tribulation, it is the Yuan Ying who begins to transform towards the Yuanshen.

When Wang Dao passed through the Tribulation, he encountered some problems and almost encountered a mortal situation. He had no choice but to take risks. At the moment of the final crisis, he simulated the Tribulation and smashed his own Nascent Soul into pieces by force.

As a result, Dao Body lost the opportunity to complete the transformation with Yuan Ying.

But after the Yuanshen returned to his position, the Dao body began to'make up' this process on its own, led by the Yuanshen, and began to slowly transform towards the fairy body.

Although he cultivated the primordial divine Dao, because it was a sword cultivator, Wang Sheng valued his Dao body very much.

When the main consciousness was in a coma, the subconscious began to use the power of the primordial spirit to strengthen its own body, which was specifically manifested as...three shed skins.

The first molting occurred when the senior sister worked hard to wipe his body and let his whole body relax. The originally scorched skin began to crack and shatter, as if a pottery man was shattered, almost scaring the senior sister out of her emoticon. His expression was almost petrified on the spot.

The second ‘shedding’ was the third day after the coma. The light within the Taoist body kept shining, the mana was full, and a shallow layer of skin fell off again.

In the two ‘molding’, the impurities in the Taoist body were also brought out, and by the way, Wang Sheng’s dark skin was whitened a bit due to long-term sword practice.

The third "molding" took place on the seventh day. In fact, a colorful film appeared on the outermost layer of the Taoist body, like a cocoon.

Since the formation of this cocoon, the temple spirit in this retreat immortal hall began to mobilize a large amount of vitality, and this cocoon will not refuse to come and absorb it.

The Pure Yang Fairy Art in Wang Sheng's body broke through on its own, and the cultivation realm broke through a small realm a day, and even after breaking into the Crossing Wonderland, it didn't stop, and rushed all the way to only one step away from the middle of Crossing Wonderland.

This cocoon is naturally said to be a blessing after Wang Sheng survived a catastrophe, and it is closely related to Wang Sheng's dream of practicing for thousands of years.

Everything happened when Wang Sheng was in a coma, so everything happened spontaneously. It would not cause demons, affect Dao Xin, or make myself feel worried about breaking through too quickly.

For the monks, it is a good thing that can be met but not sought.

But the elder sister who had witnessed all of this with his own eyes, with his fingers, calculated the state of difference from the beginning of the reborn stage to the beginning of the crossing of the fairyland, her expression gradually lost control, and while the younger brother was sleeping, her small fist shook and flicked.

Of course he was not willing to fight.

This retreat temple can almost be renamed as the ‘autistic temple’.

When the cocoon shattered, this film quickly melted, and Wang Sheng also began to regain consciousness.

Before opening his eyes, Wang Sheng had realized that he had taken a big step forward. He was quite suspicious. He opened his eyes and looked at the senior sister who was meditating with her eyes closed. He couldn't help but ask:

"Sister, how long have I been in a coma?"

Mu Wanxuan opened her eyes, she was overjoyed at first, and then immediately replied, "Half a month."

"It's only half a month..."

Wang Sheng was stunned ~www.readwn.com~ and then looked at the inanimate sword lying beside him, the fine lines on the blade were already very small, and the spirituality exuded was much stronger than half a month ago.

"Clothes," the senior sister reminded her calmly.

Only then did Wang Sheng notice that he was only covered with a set of Luo skirts, his old face blushed, and he turned his back and began to tidy up.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, tilted her head and looked at her for a while, and then realized that it was not good for her to be so straightforward to see her younger brother. After all, the traditional etiquette must be respected, so she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

The delicate finger opens a gap and observes in secret.

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(Ps: I really didn't deliberately break the chapter, just write a chapter about 3,000 words.

But since the master reader expresses his indignation, there is a similarly brief plot with greater emotional fluctuations. I have written several chapters and published it together. )

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