Guide to the Empress becoming a God

The three-foot jade sword slowly emerged from Yu Song's palm.

Yu Song's hand slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Yu Song hasn't used his sword for a long time.

With his finger gently brushing the cold blade, the few deep wrinkles on Yu Song's face suddenly stretched out.

"Today, I will sharpen my sword with this thing."

"Om-"

As if responding to his words, the jade sword in Yu Song's palm uttered a clear and long sword cry.

Although it is made of jade, the sound is an out-and-out metallic clang.

Fingers caressed the last section and gradually narrowed the sword's toughness. Yu Song hooked his wrist lightly, and the jade sword was like the soft figure of a graceful girl, blooming a beautiful sword flower in his hand.

The whole body of the jade sword flashed a glaring white light, as if completely awakened by Yu Song's sword intent.

The smile on Yu Song's face finally brought out the excitement surging in his eyes.

The undisguised wildness made the gray-bearded old man look decades younger in an instant.

"go with!"

One sentence is clean and neat.

The jade sword disappeared in his palm.

The right hand holding the sword points directly to the sky.

A flying jade sword appeared above his head.

Circled around Yu Song's head and flew towards the dome.

The flying jade sword didn't pierce the roof of Lanrong Hall, and just when it was about to hit the dark gray tiles of Lanrong Hall, it disappeared out of thin air.

Just when Yujian left Yu Song, flew out of Lanrong Hall, and rushed to the sky with a haughty killing intent.

In the thick thick clouds in the sky, a huge beam of light formed at the same time.

In fact, it was not a beam of light, but a bolt of lightning.

It's just that the power contained in it is too thick, rounding the original curved and slender lines of the lightning, it looks like a thick beam of light.

So no matter what you play, you are afraid of eating too much, and Lightning will become fat if you eat too much.

The fattened Lightning lost the original fierce temperament and sharp posture of Lightning, leaving only a strong and heavy sense of power.

When Yu Song's sword flew out from the top of Shanxia Peak with a long whistling sound, the huge beam of light happened to hit the highest peak of Shanxia Peak hard.

The sharp sword tip confronted the thick beam of light, looking like a giant hammer chiseling steel nails.

The jade sword seemed too thin.

On the second peak of Shanxia Peak, the elder guardians of Jiange also saw this scene.

Almost everyone was stunned by the beam of light falling from the sky, with expressions of surprise or worry in their eyes.

"What is that? Jie Lei is nothing more than that."

The elder in charge of the Sutra Pavilion couldn't hold back and let out an exclamation.

The elder in charge of discipline shook his head: "It's not like thunder. Although this thunder is fierce, it doesn't have the majestic atmosphere of heaven and earth."

"Although I haven't survived the catastrophe, I traveled with the old pavilion master when I was young. I was fortunate enough to watch the ancestor of the fox clan, Ai Ran Shenjun, swallowing the remnants of a failed catastrophe to temper his Yuandan."

"Although the tribulation thunder was violent, but watching it from the sidelines, there are vast heavenly sounds pouring into the consciousness, which can help those who watch to be enlightened, and those who hear it can refine their Taoism."

Elder Discipline withdrew his long-distance gaze, looked in front of his eyes, and frowned: "The heaven and earth thunder calamity is by no means like this thunder. It has a strong image of evil and killing, but it does not see the natural atmosphere of heaven and earth."

The elder of the Cangjing Pavilion had just finished speaking when he heard a clear sword cry and flew away from the direction of Lanrong Hall.

Everyone felt a powerful force covering the entire Jiange at the same time, and the righteous sword intent permeated the entire hall of the Jiange.

This time, apart from the elder protector, even the ordinary disciples in the outer hall all sensed the mighty sword intent that overflowed the world.

Everyone knew that the sword intent was shot by the pavilion master.

Everyone was once again shocked by what Yu Song did.

More than a dozen elders and Dharma protectors bowed solemnly in the direction of Lanrong Hall.

In the rest of the pavilions, all the Jiange disciples knelt down, facing the highest mountain where the Lanrong Hall was located.

Previously, Yu Song announced that the main peak of Jiange Pavilion, Fanxia, ​​would be closed, and no one was allowed to walk in the pavilion, and he would open the sword array himself.

He also ordered all the disciples of Shanxia Peak to retreat to various side halls, and no one was allowed to approach the main peak of Shanxia Peak and Lanrong Hall.

Everyone knew that Jiange was afraid that something big would happen.

Later, when they saw the thick thundercloud, everyone knew that this was an attack, but felt that the attack was inexplicable.

Fighting has been going on until now, and the people in Jiange don't know which side is actually using such a big battle to attack Jiange.

However, the big formation has already been opened, and everyone feels that their pavilion masters are probably ready for defense.

It's just that all Jiange disciples didn't expect that their suzerain was indeed prepared.

It's just that it's not a defensive preparation.

The old man is planning to fight the other party to the end!
defensive?
That has to be an offensive defense!
At this time, the other pavilions also noticed the strangeness of Jiange.

The elders sent by the Qianjin Pavilion to the Longevity Pavilion did not come back, and the Qianjin Pavilion hadn't figured out what was going on, but now they suddenly noticed that the sword array protecting the pavilion of the Jiange was suddenly opened, and Old Man He couldn't sit still.

Dare to come with colorful Danyun.

It's just that when he rushed over, a powerful thundercloud had already formed over Jiange.

The old man He is the absolute perfect state in the late stage of transforming the gods. He is only one step away from entering the Tao, and he is a monk who practiced the way of alchemy. He usually relies on his spiritual sense to perceive the universe in the furnace. There are many monks in the realm.

Although he had already rushed to the outside of the Jiange, old man He didn't dare to move forward rashly.

He sensed a powerful and strange force hidden in the thick thundercloud hanging above Jiange's head.

"What the hell is that?"

Jia Guilin, the owner of Zanbao Pavilion, also rushed over.

The Pavilion Master Jia of the Zanbao Pavilion is a new Pavilion Master who has been in office for less than ten years, and he is considered to be the one with the shortest tenure among all the Pavilion Masters.His cultivation is only in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods.

But he has good eyesight.

Refining equipment is different from alchemy, mainly relying on eyesight.But the thundercloud was too thick, no matter how good your eyes were, you couldn't look into it.

Jia Guilin, the owner of Zanbao Pavilion, stepped on a big round golden bead with his chubby body, looking like a juggling bear in a juggling troupe, a bit funny but honest and friendly.

Jia Gui came to Old Man He and asked the question just now, his eyes still staring curiously at the sky above the Jiange.

Although he came to help, Old Man He moved forward, so he naturally didn't dare, but he still couldn't help asking.

"Who wants to cross the catastrophe? Old Pavilion Master Yu hasn't arrived yet, has he?"

Although he is also the owner of the four major pavilions on Tianbei Island, Jia Guilin's status is the same as Yu Song's, and even higher than Old Man He who is not the owner of the pavilion.

But Jia Guilin's attitude towards old man He and when he mentioned Yu Song was obviously respectful.

In the world of practice, sometimes status is really not the most important thing. What practitioners value is their cultivation base and seniority.

Just like Mr. Yumei, no one dares to underestimate Mr. Yumei even if his cultivation is exhausted.

The old man He had obvious doubts on his expression, but his tone was affirmative: "This is not Jieyun."

This is not Jieyun, but he can't figure out what it is.

He just felt that there was an aura that disgusted him in the thick black cloud.