The First Sword of the Earth

After the void, the stars flickered, and the primordial spirit once again shuttled through the boundless stars. When Wang Sheng regained his spirit, the ancient battlefield swayed past, and the primordial spirit fell into a cloud of mist.

Belong to oneself, return to Tianfu.

came back?

Wang Sheng opened his eyes abruptly, his eyes were a little dull, and the situation carried by the soul quickly returned to the Tianfu and Dao body.

The primordial spirit came out of the body, saw Emperor Ziwei, traveled in chaos, saw the long river of virtual and true spirits, and saw a green lotus, biting off a small section of its rhizome...

All sorts of situations rushed to my heart, and the pictures were sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy, as if dreaming.

Subconsciously raised his hand and touched his cheek, but he was already full of beard without thinking.

He opened his mouth and murmured, but the voice was a bit hoarse.

"How long……"

Twenty-eight years, such an answer came up in my heart; it has been twenty-eight'earth' years since I was shut up.

Slightly relieved, he didn't go wrong to pick up Yaoyun, just twenty-eight years later.

Set his mind, Wang Sheng ignored other things, and quickly looked inside his own soul, but saw that the soul was emitting a colorful glow. The colorful rays of light that he swallowed slowly flowed out of the soul, turning into a ribbon, like a galaxy. The spiral arm is generally, slowly merged into the clouds and mist in Tianfu.

Chaos Xiguang quickly turned into a pool of water, waiting quietly for Wang Sheng to use it.

But the half of the ‘lotus root’ held in the hands of the primordial spirit disappeared strangely at this time.

After frantically searching for a half circle in his body, Wang Sheng immediately found the half of the rhizome that was floating up and down in the Qihai Cyclone, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Following that, Wang Sheng calmed down, and at the same time began to comprehend the immortality of the true spirit and the shadow of the green lotus.

The barriers of the true fairyland had disappeared at this time, and Wang Sheng's aura quickly rose, and he took a step forward ‘as a matter of course’.

The fairy light in the sea of ​​Qi boiled, and there were stars floating around the Taoist body, and a golden palace appeared again in the clouds and mist of Tianfu. In the main hall, a **** image with the same face as Wang Sheng slowly condensed.

At the moment when the **** image was condensed, Wang Sheng's internal celestial power made a continuous explosion, and the internal celestial power was completing a rapid and orderly transformation.

In the milky white pure Yang Xianjue, there was a little blue-blue in the milky white.

Just listening to the thunder in Wang Sheng's body, I saw light flashing everywhere in this quiet room; outside the formation wrapped in this attic courtyard, the vitality of heaven and earth was used everywhere in Xinghaimen and turned into colorful colors. The whirlpool rushed directly into the formation below and poured into the quiet room of the attic.

Thirty-six cyclones appeared around Wang Sheng's body, absorbing all the vitality that came in, and helping his immortal power to complete the advancement.

But these were nothing more than Wang Sheng's subconscious actions. Nearly all of his mind was immersed in the picture of the green lotus.

It is natural to follow the road; there is an endless stream, and there are surpluses and deficiencies of its own.

The movement of Wang Sheng breaking through the true immortal lasted for a whole month. Fortunately, the great gathering spirit formation of Xinghaimen was quite powerful, and there were no true immortals and heavenly immortals who needed to break through at the same time, and his vitality was continuously absorbed by him.

A month later, thunder and lightning flashed above the attic, followed by Xianle bursts.

Just as many people came to congratulate the elder Pi, who had been in seclusion for twenty-eight years and broke through the barrier of true immortals, they discovered that there was quiet in the attic, and Elder Pi did not intend to go out.

The retreat continues.

It stands to reason that after breaking through the true immortal, most of them will exhaust their previous accumulation of insights, but after the breakthrough, there will be new insights. Although it is rare, it does happen.

The people of all sects can only retreat.

The speed of breaking through the real fairy for twenty-eight years in retreat is actually not amazing; but Wang Sheng, a sword repairman who has comprehended the heart sword, entered the real fairyland, which is a small increase in the overall strength of Xinghaimen.

This is a happy event, and indeed deserve to be celebrated.

However, the deputy head Li Chang quickly ordered that the disciples of the disciples were not allowed to discuss the matter outside.

Mu Xiuyu is bound to be destroyed by the forest wind. Xinghaimen has already deliberately maintained Wang Sheng at this time. He wants Wang Sheng to grow up in a low-key manner and become a great help for Xinghaimen.

However, there is no impermeable wall in the world, especially the Xinghai Gate...

The news spread quickly. Pikachu, the young elder of Xinghaimen who "fought against Tianfengmen young master Li Tianyao in Yuan Wonderland", officially entered the real wonderland.

For a time, all kinds of rumors were on the clamor under the impetus of the caring people.

What "Pikachu is about to fight with Li Tianyao", "Xinghaimen goalkeeper daughter betrothed to Pikachu", "Join Xinghaimen and you will get Pikachu's kendo" and so on...

These rumors naturally drifted to the secluded three-person women's clothing squad in Xinghai City... Well, the three men pretending to be women's clothing squad ears.

Upon receiving this news, the three of them were naturally delighted. After all, they had not been able to get in touch with Wang Sheng for 28 consecutive years, and they also knew that Wang Sheng was in retreat and was attacking the real fairyland.

Then, Shi Qianzhang ran into the yard and shouted at the sky:

"Really immortal? Niu Beer! Shengge Niu Beer!"

Huai Jing and Liu Yunzhi were aware of the ‘danger’ in these rumors.

"Xinghaimen is far inferior to Tianfengmen in terms of strength. As Feiyu mentioned last time, Xinghaimen is actually under a lot of pressure up and down," Liu Yunzhi frowned. "Feiyu wants Xinghaimen to have a dispute with Tianfengmen. ?"

"Amitabha, the little monk doesn't think it can. It's not like a nonverbal temperament."

Huai was shocked and thought, and said: "Feiyu should not be able to calculate Xinghaimen like this. As long as Feyu's cultivation level continues to improve and gain more voice in Xinghaimen, the backdoor strategy can be implemented smoothly.

Conversely, if Feiyu were to use tactics, it would have to provoke a battle between Fenglimen and Tianfengmen, so that Xinghaimen could recuperate and accumulate strength.

This is in line with Nonyu's expectations of Xinghaimen. "

Liu Yunzhi frowned and said, "What can we do for help?"

"Don't act rashly," sighed with surprise, "We are still not strong enough now. The little monk has been practicing with all his strength in the past few decades. With the help of past lives, it is just as powerful as a flying fairyland.

Give me another hundred years, I should be able to recover to the strength equivalent to the real fairyland;

Give me another three hundred years. If you spend all the strength of the golden body, the little monk can go directly to Tianfengmen to steal the house.

You and Qianzhang are gradual in their practice. Although you don't count the immortal stone, and you have many benefits from the Little Immortal Realm, you are only on the edge of the Tribulation Realm at this time.

Let's practice steadily. When the little monk can fight with the gods with the golden body, when we interact with the non-language inside and outside, the operating space will be bigger. "

Liu Yunzhi suddenly smiled bitterly, "Okay, listen to Lord Luohan's instructions."

"Hey, don't be sarcastic," Huai Jing patted his bald head. "With the help of the past life, I was dragged so far by Feiyu... Actually, it is also very embarrassing."

In the courtyard...

"Hehehe! Shengge Niu Beer!"

Liu Yunzhi thought for a while, "I'll go outside to find out some news, otherwise I always feel uneasy."

Huai Jing said: "Remember to change clothes."

"Yeah," Liu Yunzhi nodded calmly, no longer felt that there was something wrong with changing the gear before going out...

It seems that this is what's wrong.

In fact, the three-person team's inference direction was not wrong, but Liu Yunzhi did nothing to find out.

After all, Wang Sheng is still in retreat at this time, and he has not been able to counteract the people who spread the rumors in time; while the head of Xinghaimen Yao Xingzi and Li Chang have discussed the matter, but the results of the discussion can only be invariable. Ever-changing.

Xinghaimen has just improved a bit in the past few decades, and the two people at the helm also feel a little like walking on thin ice.

Elder Lin Yuan also often walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and returned to his courtyard to observe the movement of the courtyard next door.

He really wanted Wang Sheng to leave the customs earlier.

At this time, I am afraid that the cultivators who have heard of the name "Pikachu" would not have thought of what Wang Sheng was comprehending and comprehending for the ten three-stars in the ancient battlefield.

After breaking through the true immortal, Tianfu is like a small world, with mountains and rivers appearing, with layers of clouds and mist everywhere, making it look like a fairyland.

There is a temple on the cloud, and the temple respects itself.

The soul was sitting at the front of the hall. There was a green lotus pond in front of which there was a shadow of green lotus. At this time, the shadow was very shallow and might disappear at any time.

And Wang Sheng's primordial spirit, as if already stunned, sat motionless, only his eyes were watching quietly.

The true celestial power mixed with the two colors of blue and white, rushing vigorously throughout the Taoist body, the four sword intents in the body are quietly silent at this time.

So, another five years have passed.

In front of the temple, the lotus pond finally dissipated, but the primordial spirit suddenly stood up, and with a casual move, a sword shadow appeared in his hand.

This sword shadow has only a faint outline. It is not one of the four sword intents of Ziwei, Chunyang, Heavenly Tribulation, and Liangyi, and it is not the unrecognized intent to kill the dragon and cut the sword. It does not seem to belong to Wang Sheng. Shi was held by Wang Sheng.

Then, Wang Sheng held the sword and moved forward.

He seemed to be walking at will, with twists and turns under his feet, but he walked out of a path that looked like a lotus petal.

When he turned back to the starting point, the primordial spirit and the sword shadow were shining brilliantly at the same time, and the primordial spirit suddenly began to swing the sword extremely quickly. Kind of great reason!

The sound of chanting sounded in all directions, and a slowly rotating lotus platform appeared under Wang Sheng's feet.

Holding the faint sword shadow, he moved up and down, the sea of ​​clouds in Tianfu was tumbling, and the fairy light swayed wildly.

This sword seemed to be out of order, and it seemed that Wang Sheng was waving at will.

Suddenly, a long sword hit Cang Ming, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to collapse; suddenly the sword's strength softly and tactfully, like a hand brushing lotus petals.

After one time, Wang Sheng stopped and stood, looking down at the faint sword shadow in his hand, his eyes were confused, thinking...

He seems to have realized something, but it seems that he has not realized something.

The previous set of chaotic swords is deployed again, this time is slightly different from the last time;

After the dance is finished again, it's the second time, the third time...

Wang Sheng didn't know how many times he practiced the sword in Tianfu, until his soul felt deeply tired, and the chaotic sword that had been over a thousand moves had only nine moves left.

But Wang Sheng still felt that these nine-stroke swordsmanship were too cumbersome.

From Dao Zhi Jian, what I have realized is not these nine swords.

After that, Wang Sheng's soul once again sat in meditation for enlightenment. After another twelve years, Wang Sheng who was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room suddenly opened his eyes.

The Taoist body with strong immortal power floated straight up, and the gray shadows of two dancing swords reflected in his eyes.

This swordsmanship is only one sword!

Wang Sheng opened his right hand, a wooden sword no more than three inches long was grasped by him, and then the sword intent squeezed into his chest gushing out, his right hand raised the sword finger, and the sword finger clamped the small wooden sword. , Dance lightly!

This is a sword, just a move, but it seems to contain thousands of moves!

His figure moved ~www.readwn.com~ Dozens of phantoms were condensed around his body at the same time, and these phantoms danced with their swords, and then as he raised his sword upwards, the phantoms were instantly condensed Jian Guang.

Thirty-six sword lights actually condensed into the appearance of a green lotus lotus, just turning around gently, this quiet room was silently annihilated!

In the next moment, Qinglian rose, and the protective array around the small courtyard was instantly broken, but Qinglian seemed to be slow and rushed to the sky above Xinghaimen very quickly, and a sword shadow bloomed in the lotus petals.

Amid the bang, the light walls of the mountain guard array began to flicker violently, and the dozen or so peaks protected by the mountain array began to tremble and shake at the same time.

A touch of Taoist rhyme that made most of the cultivators frightened was passed from the place where the green lotus disappeared and the light wall shone...

As for Wang Sheng, who was the instigator, standing in the small courtyard that had been razed to the ground with his positive and negative hands, he raised his head and stared at the place where Qinglian disappeared, his eyes quite safe.

This should...

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