Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 367
The magma-colored Sword Cultivation Stone buzzed, and wisps of faint golden light burst forth from its surface.

This sword repairing stone sealed a third-step sword repairing supreme sword intent.

It was originally a secret treasure of Beppu left by Daoist Hongyun, Chen Ping killed Qingsong Laodao, and this thing fell into his pocket.

For decades, he has been comprehending swordsmanship with the help of Jian Xiushi.

His thoughts sank into Jianxiu Stone, and the scene in front of Chen Ping changed instantly. The magma all over the sky was turbulent, like a dangerous volcano in the middle of a violent eruption.

Looking carefully, the magma is hard and cold, and it is actually composed of tens of thousands of spirit swords of different sizes.

Some stand vertically, some point their swords up to the sky, and some seem to be infused with mana, escaping back and forth.

Everything seemed chaotic, but Chen Ping felt that he was in a strange and regular sword formation.

After reaching the peak of the second step of the sword, he naturally knew that this was the real formation of sword intent.

A sword is my intention, and a single intention is a burst.

It can be seen from this that the monk who created this sword repairing stone must have stepped into the peak of the unity of human and sword, and his sword practice is far stronger than that of Jin Zhaoheng.

"Most of the sword cultivators comprehend the sword of majesty, which can kill soaring to the sky, and it fits perfectly with the violent attribute of Qinglian's Sixteen Sword Art."

"The key point is that my kendo talent is not at the monster level at all. I can only stand on the shoulders of my predecessors and imitate it."

Floating among the sea of ​​swords, Chen Ping's thoughts changed sharply.

The mighty sword is a kind of kendo, and it is a naturally existing rule.

All sword cultivators in the second realm are qualified to practice.

If you want to break through the fourth step, the difficulty is completely different.

It is necessary to realize what is not included in the rules, and what is not included belongs to the kendo, only then can the world become a sword in one fell swoop.

It is rumored that peerless geniuses with sword spiritual roots will have a unique kendo prototype when they break through the bottleneck and cultivate the unity of swords and swords.

Chen Pinggui has self-knowledge, the original swordsmanship is too illusory, far inferior to the reality of the noble sword.

Waves of cyan sword energy like swimming dragons spiraled out of Chen Ping's body, and condensed into a faint figure in front of him.

And the tens of thousands of spiritual swords whizzing around in the sword repairing stone seemed to be guided, and they were continuously gathered and compressed in the surroundings, and finally a sword tomb full of sword shadows appeared impressively.

If Fan Yiqiao and the others were around, they would be speechless in shock.

Isn't this sword mound the vision that Jin Zhaoheng produced when he performed the fusion of human and sword!

Although the battle ended quickly after the two of them exchanged a few moves, but Chen Ping was calculating and forcibly gained some valuable inspiration.

Every move of the Jinzhao Henghua sword formed a picture-like image, which kept reappearing in his mind.

"Falling star."

After meditating for a long time, Chen Ping suddenly opened his eyes, then opened his lips, and the sword mound in the sky was brightly lit up, and the overwhelming sword shadows turned into untouchable stars.

Not long after, a huge meteorite occupied the entire line of sight, and the image of the sword on it was tightly attached like a rune, exuding a violent aura.

"fall."

After uttering a word lightly, the Sword of Stars roared loudly, and immediately slammed down on him fiercely.

And the figure transformed by Qinglian's sword intent flipped his palm, and a "Pure Yang Sword" that was exactly the same as the outside world emerged out of thin air, and he slashed head-on without fear.

"boom!"

Two powerful sword qi collided together, and in a moment of boundless chaos, thousands of sword qi disappeared.

Suddenly, a three-foot-long sword energy on the star hit the figure's chest, and with a broken sound of "bang", the blue light overflowed and fled.

In the next moment, everything in Jianxiu Stone was like an illusion, and quickly returned to its original state.

"No, the third step's sword move is far stronger than the second step. Besides, this falling star has only its shape, not its meaning. If it is performed by Jin Zhaoheng himself, it will also have the effect of being banned."

Chen Ping's brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, constantly thinking about how to use the sword to break the sword.

At the same time, he squeezed out the sword formula with both hands, using his fingers as swords, and made frequent strikes, trying to break Jin Zhaoheng's falling star pose.

In fact, Jin Zhaoheng's sword moves are not complicated, even quite common. However, it is so complicated and simple, but full of variables, which makes him hard to guard against.

The sword of majesty, without too many skills, can break everything straight forward.

This is a process of sword comprehension, and it is also a difficult problem that Chen Ping must solve to reach a higher level of swordsmanship.

Not long after, another piece of green lotus sword energy flew out, split into two, and turned into two figures.

……

A few months later, an ancient blue long sword kept flying around the mountainside, with a mysterious flow mark on it as it moved and tossed.

In the flow mark, there are tens of thousands of finger-thick sword shadows dotted all over the place, and on each sword body, there is a green lotus imprint meticulously carved.

But after only fifteen breaths, the long sword snapped suddenly, a figure separated from it, and a monk in green shirt fell from mid-air in embarrassment, and when he was about to hit the ground, he counted with his nimble toes, Suspended steadily.

"For the first time entering the realm of human-sword fusion, within a day, I can only maintain the state of transforming sword for fifteen breaths."

Chen Ping said without changing his expression, but there was no trace of regret in his tone.

After all, he just made a breakthrough. It's like practicing a technique. Unless the golden pattern leaf is directly empowered, it has to go through the four stages of entry, small success, great success, and great perfection.

The reason why Jin Zhaoheng can last for [-] breaths is because he has mastered the fusion of human and sword for many years, and it must not be much better than his performance at the beginning.

In the past few days, Chen Ping has been familiarizing himself with the unity of man and sword, simulating various fighting scenes in his mind.

When transforming the sword, his physical body, spirit and soul were fused with the Chunyang sword, and ordinary methods could not lock him at all.

In that short fifteen-breath time, he was no different from a weapon spirit derived from the Chunyang Sword.

Hands make sword fingers, use swords to control people, use gods to control swords, and share weal and woe.

The only uncomfortable part is probably the few petioles inside the sword.

The petiole of the Zhenyang sycamore leaf was so strong that it always felt numb and painful when it was poked on his body.

Of course, this is by no means unbearable pain, just get used to it.

With a sweep of his thoughts, the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword retreated violently.

The moment he touched the hilt of the sword, Chen Ping's mind trembled from the bottom of his heart, and a sense of fusion swept over his whole body, as if his left hand was holding his right hand, extremely familiar and intimate.

The reason is nothing more than the spiritual connection between the talisman and the monk, and this sword has absorbed his Qinglian sword intent. From a certain point of view, one person and one sword are indistinguishable from each other.

However, Chen Ping is not a pure sword cultivator, and his obsession with the sword of his life cannot reach the depth of the sword destroying people when the sword exists.

As far as he is concerned, foreign things are always foreign things, which can be discarded at any time.

"After nearly 70 years of enlightenment, Fang Cheng's mighty sword, the journey of sword cultivation really pays attention to talent."

Chen Ping sighed with emotion, thinking secretly.

Even though he broke through the unity of man and sword in a few months, in fact, it took him 69 years to break through that bottleneck.

After performing the sword hundreds of times in the sword repairing stone that day, the Qinglian sword energy and the falling star sword style finally disappeared at the same time.

With the realization at that moment, Chen Ping immediately entered the Jinzhu space, using the difference in the speed of time to hit the third realm.

During this period, a small episode also occurred.

One must know that when he stayed in the Jinzhu space, he would consume the power of his soul every moment.

At that time, when the power of the soul was about to be exhausted, he walked to the emerald land to use it to restore his peak.

But what made him gloomy was that the emerald land, which had been miraculous in the past, had no effect.

Therefore, he had no choice but to return to the outside world, and after slowly recovering his consciousness, he would enter the space again every few days to comprehend the way of the sword intermittently.

On the way, in order to verify the guess in his heart, he deliberately released the coral magic image without a target, and then quickly entered the golden bead.

Sure enough, this time the miraculous effect of the emerald land reappeared, quickly making up for the trauma of the soul.

Such a clear comparison of the results made Chen Ping understand whether the power of consciousness consumed naturally in the golden bead space is also a kind of exchange?
Or to put it bluntly, a special kind of sacrifice?

Jin Zhu took away his soul power, so of course it is impossible to give him another chance to take advantage of the loophole.

"This is the rule of its body, which is incompatible with the rules of the great world."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully.

He originally planned with great enthusiasm that when he comprehended the blunt and difficult Tianpin Taoism in the future, he could sit in the Jinzhu space for a thousand years.

But Jin Zhu's personality made his ambition come to nothing in one fell swoop.

In the outside world, it is not that simple for a high-level monk to recover his spiritual power.

Since it was beyond his ability, Chen Ping would not foolishly try to change anything, and when he lost his mind, he returned to the secret room with a calm expression.

In this retreat, the cultivation base has broken a small level, not to mention, the realm of swordsmanship has even opened the door to the third step.

Many aspects go hand in hand, and the magnitude of the strength brought by it makes Chen Ping himself speechless.

First of all, the limit of his most important spiritual consciousness has been raised to [-] feet. If there are no terrain obstacles and magic circle restrictions, everything within nearly two hundred miles can be seen at a glance.

This number is exaggerated, but the cultivation world is boundless, and the general Nascent Soul Sect can suppress millions of miles of territory, and a mere two hundred miles seems insignificant.

Then, the breakthrough in the way of the sword made all the Qinglian Sword Styles he has completed so far enter the realm of Dzogchen.

Under the combination of human and sword, the power soared more than three times.

In this way, even if he doesn't use the spider demon puppet with the magic arm, he is confident that he can compete equally with the peak of Yuan Dan.

If all the magical powers and secret techniques come out, there is no doubt that Chen Ping's strength has officially reached the half-step Jindan level.

Of course, it is only the weakest half-step golden core, and it is still close to death in the face of the fake core monk.

……

After resting for the night with his eyes closed, Chen Ping took out a Biyuan Pill and put it in his mouth.

In the past 12 years, he has never left the deserted island, so naturally he does not know the exact news of the family.

But through other means, he was able to understand from the side that there should be no changes in the Chen family.

First, Dongqing and Dong Yuxi were planted with a spider web of blood by him.

In 15 years, this seal will not break out.

Today, Ziyin is still intact, which shows that the brothers and sisters of the Dong family have not yet broken through the Yuan Dan, and their lives are safe.

The second piece of evidence is even more convincing.

Chen Ping carried a soul lamp on his body, and the enshrined ray of soul power came from Chen Xiangwen.

More than ten years passed by, not only did the lamp not go out, but it burned more and more vigorously, which meant that Chen Xiangwen's cultivation base had improved a lot.

From this, it can be proved that Gu Zhenren of Lanyue Sect did not presumably stand up for Jin Zhaoheng, otherwise, how could the most senior elder of the Chen family live so well?

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Chen Ping's heart relaxed a lot.

Although he didn't have deep feelings for the Chen family, he didn't want anything to happen to everyone.

On the eve of avoiding disaster, he made a decision.

If Lanyue Sect dared to slaughter the Chen family, then the day he was promoted to Jindan would be the beginning of Lanyue's extermination.

On the contrary, if Gu Sixian didn't provoke him, Chen Ping would not easily sweep the sword towards Lanyue.

The major powers stand together, not just annexation of life and death, cooperation and compatibility are also the norm.

……

Spring goes to winter, autumn goes to summer solstice, and another year passes.

The door of the secret room was still tightly closed, and a thick layer of dust began to spread everywhere in the cave.

Chen Ping made a gesture of supporting the sky with his hands, and sat upright on the lotus of Kutong Tianlian.

A group of crystal-clear flames spread all over the body, and the frighteningly high-temperature air "sizzled" loudly, distorting and erratic.

After obtaining the Bingling Crystal Flame, Chen Ping can practice the other two supernatural powers of the Nine Changes Flame Jue, Yanfeng Bingcheng and Fengti Qingming.

These two fire spells are closely related, and they are advanced supernatural powers.

You must first cultivate the Yanfeng Bingcheng, and then you can further understand the Phoenix Cry and Qingming.

The former is an attacking technique of the fire attribute. The ice-dispelling spirit crystal flame transforms into a true phoenix form, increasing the power and flexibility of the flame.

As for Fengti and Qingming, it is a rare sonic spell with a very strange attack method, killing people invisible.

Chen Ping didn't have enough luck in his previous life to master the Ice Spirit Crystal Flame, so it was extremely difficult for him to cultivate.

It took a whole year just to get through the meridian circulation of the Yanfeng Bingcheng Technique, and barely stepped into the door realm.

"If there is no special opportunity, if you want to practice this technique to a small level, you will have to practice hard for at least ten years."

Chen Ping gritted his teeth, couldn't help sighing, and even wanted to laugh bitterly.

One of the impressions he gave fellow Taoists was that he was a genius in surgery, and no one knew that this was actually a lot of water.

……

Gulang Islands.

On a calm morning, a flock of early seagulls circled non-stop at low altitude over the sea, occasionally making a few sharp calls.

On the beach, more than a dozen sea crabs as big as coconuts roam leisurely and domineeringly, gnawing on the small fish that fall from the ebb tide.

There was a peaceful scene all around.

But after a while, there was light flickering in the sky far away, and then several lights of different colors flew towards the deserted island at high speed.

What started was a blinding white light. Behind him, there was a mass of thick gray fog several feet in size, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves kept on chasing.

Farther away, there is a colorful five-petal strange flower, and a beautiful woman in extremely cool clothes can be faintly seen sitting in the center of the flower bud, also biting the white light and relentlessly chasing after it.

(End of this chapter)