The First Sword of the Earth

In March, Wang Sheng completed the assigned workload without more or less;

When the fairy rope began to shrink upwards slowly, a flash of stars flashed across Wang Sheng's eyes, immediately revealing a sense of despair and helplessness.

Yaoyun has already gone to rest. Although she didn't need any spiritual energy to control Wang Sheng's Taoist body, it lasted for three months and made her a little tired...

Her Royal Highness is not forged with iron.

According to Wang Sheng and Yaoyun's calculations, this situation is expected to continue for a long time. These three months are just the beginning...

Jumping back to the edge of the cliff, Wang Sheng deliberately made his footsteps look a little vain; there were two immortal soldiers standing in front of him, Wang Sheng knew, and passed the hammer and cone.

"Good job, wait a moment in the past."

A fairy soldier took a piece of spirit stone and handed it over and smiled at Wang Sheng.

Another fairy soldier made a cold snort, snatched the hammer and cursed: "What are you doing stupidly? Are you looking for death?"

Wang Sheng glanced at the immortal soldier who was speaking badly, without any expression. He walked between the two, standing aside, waiting for the cage friends to gather.

Fourteen cage friends who started work with Wang Sheng climbed up one after another, handed in their tools and led the spirit stones one by one, and went to stand beside Wang Sheng.

But the last female cultivator crossing the fairyland who came up was stopped by the immortal soldier with a bad face.

The female nun lowered her head, handed over the hammer, the awl, and the spirit stone, and just about to leave, the immortal soldier who had been irritable and seemed to be coming to her uncle suddenly shot her.

This fairy soldier is the cultivation base of the later stage of Flying Fairyland, and he just shoots at will. How can this female cultivator resist?

She didn't even have time to react. The short shirt she wore outside the long skirt and the upper body of the long skirt had already been split from it...

The fairy soldier wore a somewhat playful smile, his eyes moved up and down unscrupulously.

The female cultivator who had been numb in her face was also angry at this moment, and she covered her chest in a hurry, turned her head and glared at the fairy soldier;

The latter frowned, and suddenly raised her foot and kicked the female cultivator to the ground.

"Dare to stare at me? Why, don't you want to kill me?"

The nun looked terrified, but shook her head with her arms around her clothes.

But the fairy soldier had already sneered, took out a long whip behind his back, and slammed it at the female sister, still cursing in his mouth:

"I think you are going to oppose it!

Do you want to use your own beauty to work with other monks to make calculations?

What a jerk! Today, you have to let you bugs know how powerful it is! "

The female cultivator had to curl up, with more injuries on her body, but she gritted her teeth without groaning in pain.

The cultivator crossing the fairyland, Dao Xin will not be too fragile, but at this time her face is full of humiliation, but she just bows her head and endures.

To survive.

Wang Sheng frowned and took a half step forward.

But as soon as he made a move, he felt that his arm was being pulled down, and he immediately remembered that he was also unable to protect himself now.

Wang Sheng turned his head slightly, but saw that it was the female cultivator who had helped him tie the fairy rope three months ago. The latter shook her head without a trace, with some warning in her eyes.

"Hey, why should Brother Lin be so angry?"

The other fairy soldier, the one responsible for distributing the fairy stones, stood up at this moment, took his companion, and said:

"And taking back her immortal stone this time is counted as punishment.

If she is really beaten to death, and there is no individual, we will not be easy to explain, maybe we will be scolded a few words. "

The immortal soldier who had beaten coldly snorted, and then took back the spiritual stone in the hands of the female cultivator.

The female cultivator was sealed and beaten again by the fairy of Flying Wonderland. She was already dying and could not move on her stomach.

The fairy soldier who was still begging for her greeted her, and immediately two female nuns walked up here, one carried her on his back, and the other supported her.

Helped each other to untie the fairy rope. Under the **** of the two fairy soldiers, the fifteen people returned to the large wooden cage again.

"Huh! Just be honest with me!"

The immortal soldier who beat others did not forget to yell at the wooden cage before leaving. After the two immortal soldiers left, only a few of the other "cage friends" went to the corner to check the female repair's injuries.

Not long after, the pleading fairy soldiers returned and threw in a healing pill, then shook his head and left with his hand.

Wang Sheng watched the fairy soldier's back from the corner, feeling a little in his heart.

This Heavenly Wind Gate, which secretly caught the monks and opened the blood mine, was not all evil people in it.

This great power is like a pot of porridge, where good and bad materials are stewed indiscriminately; but the interests of the monks in it are tied together, and the difference is only the personal temperament.

'What are you thinking? "Yaoyun asked in her heart.

Without thinking about it, Wang Sheng replied from the bottom of his heart: ‘Thinking about whether the Tianfengmen should be destroyed in the future, or whether to use other methods to replace the Tianfengmen and lend its shell to the earth monastic world. ’

Yaoyun was obviously speechless. After a few seconds of silence, he replied: ‘Get out first and talk about it. ’

Wang Sheng smiled lightly.

People, don't even dare to think about it, what can be done?

Wang Sheng stood up, walked to the injured woman's body, and put the fairy stone in his hand by the woman's hand.

"Thank you..." The injured female cultivator looked up at Wang Sheng and held the fairy stone in her hand.

"Well," Wang Sheng didn't say much, taking the eyes of everyone in the cage and returning to his original position.

He was just about to close his eyes and enlighten the way. The female cultivator in the Flying Fairyland who had briefly communicated with him twice turned around from the corner and walked towards this side with a natural expression. She sat cross-legged beside him, spreading her skirt evenly. Swing, close your eyes and concentrate.

She opened her lips slightly, and a ray of voice fell into Wang Sheng's ears:

"This fellow Daoist, don't be impulsive. The main objective here is to protect yourself."

Wang Sheng nodded calmly and didn't reply.

This flying fairyland female cultivator seemed to just come over to persuade him, and then began to practice on her own.

Just as Wang Sheng was about to enter the time, Yaoyun reminded him:

‘This fairy hides her cultivation. ’

'Um? ’

‘It seems to be a real fairyland, but the means of hiding the breath is very clever, and I am a little uncertain. ’

'Shrimp? ’

Wang Daochang's heart also swayed gently, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the person next to him.

Is there a true fairy ‘cage friend’ sitting next to him?

what's the situation?

The ‘undercover’ sent by other forces to make trouble?

Yaoyun reminded: ‘she should also be watching you, maybe to draw you in; let’s watch the changes, the more muddy the water this trip is, the better it will be for us. ’

"It can only be so," Wang Daochang sighed softly in his heart, and soon entered the Contemplation Dao, and did not pay much attention to the person next to him.

No matter what the situation is with this suspected real immortal next to him, his own strength is the most important; if his strength is not enough, it is difficult to grasp the opportunity in his hands.

But what Wang Sheng didn't expect was that in the next more than a year, the ‘suspected true fairy’ female nun never talked to him again.

On the contrary, every time she went down the cliff, the female nun would ‘enthusiastically’ help, tying a fairy rope for Wang Sheng, but it was limited to such exchanges.

Wang Sheng simply stopped paying attention to this person and concentrated on improving his strength.

When hanging on the cliff to chisel the wall, let Yaoyun come out to control his body, hide in the Tianfu realm, feel the kendo, and study the power of the stars;

Although the improvement of his own cultivation realm and kendo realm was a bit slow, both of them were moving forward steadily.

After returning to the wooden cage to rest for a month, Wang Sheng focused on absorbing the immortal stone in his hand, so that he could quickly increase his immortal power.

When she went down the cliff for the fourth time, the sister took the initiative to move forward and tied the fairy rope for Wang Sheng, but this time she said something:

"Lan Huilin."

Wang Sheng blinked and understood that this fairy should have reported her name.

So, when he turned around and thanked him, he said without a trace:

"Wang Qiu."

It is estimated that neither of the two parties reported their real names.

Lan Huilin pursed her lips and chuckled, and quickly bowed her head and left; Wang Sheng also jumped off the cliff and landed in this labor area. Yao Yun controlled his immortal body by himself, and the soul returned to the heaven.

Wang Sheng thought for a while, and smiled: "This Lan Huilin...she is hiding her cultivation base and cutting the wall here, what exactly is she trying to do? ’

Yao Yun said: ‘It should have been planted by other forces near the ancient battlefield. Her purpose, if you think about it, is nothing but to fight for this blood mine. ’

‘It makes sense, don’t worry about her,’ Wang Sheng recruited the four great sword intents within Tianfu and began to practice enlightenment.

After a long time, Wang Sheng asked again: ‘Yaoyun, how long do you think we will be trapped here? ’

Yaoyun whispered: ‘According to your current practice speed, it will take a thousand years, less to say, before you have the strength to try to escape. ’

‘It’s been so long...actually, it’s okay, it’s just been ten years on earth...’

Flicking his fingers on the sword intent of the stars, Wang Sheng's somewhat slumped spirit was rejuvenated again, and he continued to ponder the Ziwei Heavenly Sword.

With the blessing of the power of stars, this set of Ziwei Emperor's inheritance seemed to have too many mysterious changes. Wang Sheng wanted to fully understand these, and it would not be possible to achieve it in a hundred years.

Even Wang Sheng had a faint hunch that on the day when he got out of trouble here, it would be difficult to comprehend the true meaning of the Ziwei Heavenly Sword and the power of the stars.

Because there was no day and night changes, over time, Wang Sheng began to pay less attention to the flow of years.

He rarely said that he has a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. It is only one year at home for a hundred years outside. From any point of view, he consumes it.

Going up and down the cliff is just another place to practice;

Getting a fairy stone every four months was the only hope for other cultivators, but it was only dispensable for Wang Sheng.

It is worth mentioning that the female sister who was beaten later gave Wang Sheng a fairy stone and reported her own road number, and she would intentionally or unconsciously be near Wang Sheng every time she took a break.

Maybe it is because Daochang Wang feels more secure...

In such a cyclical, boring, monotonous and restricted free practice, Wang Sheng's Taoism gradually became more tenacious.

After digging a wall for two hundred years, Wang Sheng has grown a beard, but he has not had the time to take care of it.

He can't pull out his beard one by one.

In these two hundred years, there were only four things that could stir his heartstrings:

Miss sister

Cultivation base promotion;

Kendo has an insight;

Lan Huilin had a total of thirty-four conversations.

Every time they talked, Lan Huilin and Wang Sheng became acquainted a little bit, and after telling each other'false names' for decades, Lan Huilin finally revealed some useful information to Wang Sheng.

"Friends of Taoism, keep the clouds open and see the moon, and don't abandon yourself."

Wang Sheng nodded slowly, indicating that he had received her'signal'.

Think about it, such a real immortal big man, he is not good at practicing, and he conceals his cultivation as a hard labor here, and encourages him to fly in the fairyland. What kind of spirit is this!

This... must be a conspiracy.

If you can say a word or two with deep meaning to yourself, it is naturally impossible to look at him as handsome and handsome, maybe it is because you have any use value.

Just when Wang Sheng thought that the days of digging walls and practicing would really last for more than a thousand years, things changed a little.

It was not that the forces behind Lan Huilin had started to act, nor was it that the Tianfengmen succumbed to internal disturbances, but that the blood mine itself was abnormal.

That day, Wang Sheng was hanging on the cliff, and Yaoyun was chiseling the wall. He practiced sneakily, and suddenly heard a rumbling sound from the rock wall, and then the whole blood mine began to tremble violently.

Suddenly there was a scream in the distance. Wang Sheng looked down. A few kilometers away from him, an unborn cultivator who had chiseled a wall was wrapped in a cloud of blood, and there were flying out of the blood cloud. The skull head screamed.

More and more screams came and went one after another, Wang Sheng swept his eyes, and everywhere on the inwardly inclined cliff wall, a wave of blood and evil was gushing outward!

Many monks hurriedly yelled ~www.readwn.com~ and wanted the fairy soldiers above to pull them up, but in Wang Sheng's heart, there were immediately more situations that Yaoyun had detected:

There were also Blood Fiend riots in several mines above, and the immortal soldiers of Tianfengmen were already in a mess.

Just as he was thinking, a ray of **** mist suddenly floated from the stone wall in front of him, and Wang Sheng immediately took over his immortal body.

The light in the chest burst, and the Spiritless Sword was about to fly out immediately, cutting off Wang Sheng's handcuffs and fetters, but Wang Sheng stopped in time, holding the hammer and the cone, his eyes showed some thought.

Yaoyun asked hurriedly, ‘what’s the matter? ’

Wang Sheng put out his left hand and stretched out towards the blood evil that is gathering more and more and spewing.

‘This thing seems to be purified into vitality with the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Intent. ’

Yao Yun was a little puzzled, but Wang Sheng had already reached into the blood mist.

In the next instant, a gap was opened in the blood-colored rock wall in front of him, and Wang Sheng was directly engulfed by a thick **** evil air...

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