Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 479 What is Immortal?
"Brother Li, I'm flattered. I'm just a little talented in swordsmanship."

"Brother Yang, being too modest is hypocrisy."

"Just pretend, you dare to say that you didn't let go of the sword with Dugu Yu?"

Yi Xiu'er snorted softly, if Yang Xuan could only be regarded as a little talented in the way of swordsmanship, then most sword practitioners could abandon swords and practice other weapons instead.

"It really doesn't."

Yang Xuan spread his hands and said truthfully: "Duguyu's life has nothing but a sword, and his swordsmanship has already reached the state of perfection, not inferior to me, but his obsession is too deep in his heart, and he was caught by me in the competition." There is a flaw."

"Obsession?"

The eyes of Dongfang Yun and the others flickered, thoughtful.

They have known Dugu Yu since childhood and have a very good relationship.

Although they don't know why Dugu Yu's temperament has changed drastically since two years ago, they also understand that something happened to Dugu Yu two years ago. Sleepless levels of insanity.

"Let's not talk about that, let's find a place to sit." Yang Xuan said.

"Okay, I haven't had enough before, let's go drink another three hundred cups."

Qian Zui laughed, he is not a master of wine.

If it is said that Dugu Yu's swordsmanship is invincible in the four courtyards, then no one in the four courtyards can surpass him in drinking capacity. He once set a feat of not getting drunk after a hundred glasses of ice and fire.

This Ice and Fire Double Heaven is a well-known spirit in the holy city, and the highest record holder is only [-] cups.

"Drink my wine this time, I'm sure you'll be unconscious before you drink a hundred glasses."

Yang Xuan smiled, and thought that my Qibuzui is not an ordinary wine, no matter whether you are a wine sage or a wine god, you can drink dozens of cups and still let it go.

"Uh, is it that powerful? I'm a wine sage anyway." Qianzui exaggerated his expression, showing disbelief on his face.

"My wine is completely different from the wine in your gourd and the Tianxiang wine, but it is the best among strong wines. If you don't use your energy to refine the strength of the wine, let alone a hundred glasses, you will fall down after drinking ten glasses."

"Yes, then I will try."

"Is there such a strong wine, let's try it too."

"No problem, let's not get drunk today."

……

It's night, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the silver moon hangs high, shedding soft brilliance.

Compared with the bright lights and bustling voices of the Holy City, the academy of the Fourth Academy seemed very quiet

This is not surprising, the Fourth Academy will impose a curfew after midnight, prohibiting students from entering and leaving.

Even if there is something urgent to go out, you still need to report to the Hall of Law Enforcement and get the consent of the elders of the Hall of Law Enforcement.

If you don't get consent, and you are caught by the envoys of the law enforcement hall on night patrol, you will be severely punished, or killed on the spot.

Suzaku Academy, the high-end residential area in the inner courtyard, and the Splendid Manor were also very quiet at the moment.

In a practice room, Yang Xuan sat on the floor, keeping his mind on his mind, and practiced the technique of splitting threads to refine the spirit.

In just a short cup of tea, his clothes were completely wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his face became extremely ferocious.

too painful!

The art of splitting the gods comes from the last chaotic era, and it is hard to find in the world.

Although the talent requirements for warriors are not high, but if you want to practice this technique, you must be ruthless and cruel to yourself.

A weak-willed person who tries to practice this technique is courting death.

It can be said that Yang Xuan grew up through hardships since he was a child, and he has been a man of two lifetimes, and he is also a person with a strong will, but every time he practiced the silk-splitting magic technique to kill himself, he was still suffering, life would be worse than death.

……

After two hours of self-mutilation, Yang Xuan collapsed to the ground, ended his hellish cultivation, and successfully cut off ten strands of soul threads.

He really wanted to chop more, but he had no choice but to refine the divine art of splitting threads and it became more and more difficult to practice. If he continued, he would definitely die.

"If you want to master the art of splitting the gods, you need to cut off 99 strands of the soul thread. This is really a long and arduous road."

Yang Xuan had a bitter smile on his face.

Fortunately, he was gratified that after the ten strands of divine soul thread were separated from the divine soul, they automatically submerged into the divine formation diagram above the divine soul.

Let the map of refining the gods become more refined and transparent, so that more energy from heaven and earth can be absorbed to temper the soul, and the effect cannot be said to be weak.

It's just that I just finished practicing this session, and it really feels like I just went through a murder.

Yang Xuan lay on the ground for a long time before slowly getting up, walked out of the practice room with heavy steps, and sat down in a gazebo in a pool in the courtyard outside.

He was too tired, physically and mentally exhausted, and he even thought about giving up many times during the cultivation process not long ago, but relying on his tenacious perseverance, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

It was late at night, and wisps of moonlight poured down, making the boy in the pavilion seem to be covered with a thin layer of gauze.

Under the shroud of moonlight, his body glowed, and the lines on his face became clearer and clearer, as rich as jade.

Looking up at the distant night sky, the moon is bright and clear, and the sky is full of stars.

Unfortunately, no matter how many stars there are, Shenwu Continent is not among them.

Yang Xuan secretly sighed in his heart, it has been half a month, and he doesn't know how his father, mother and Su Ziyao's daughters are living thousands of miles away, do they often think of themselves, miss themselves, worry about themselves...

From childhood to adulthood, Yang Xuan has never known what loneliness is.

But now that he is alone, without the company of relatives and lovers, he has a deep understanding of what loneliness is.

"It doesn't matter if you are lonely or alone, everything is for becoming stronger."

"Yes, only by becoming stronger can I save Qin Lan and find the holy fruit of Huangquan for my mother."

Yang Xuan muttered to himself, his gaze gradually became firm.

Because, he is not alone, and there are countless concerns behind him.

These concerns are not his drag and burden, but his motivation to become stronger.

"Are you homesick?"

Suddenly, an ethereal voice came.

Yang Xuan knew who it was when he heard this voice, and quickly got up to salute: "I have seen Master."

"No need to be polite."

There were ripples in the void, and a figure appeared silently, standing still in front of Yang Xuan.

This is an old man, his figure is not stalwart, but a little stooped, with silver hair scattered on his shoulders, wrinkles on his face, very old, but a pair of eyes are piercing and radiant, as if he can penetrate people's hearts.

On him, he was wearing a very old green robe, which was incompatible with the clothing of this era.

Needless to say, the person who came was Feng Qingyang.

He has the cultivation base of a half-step emperor, and his achievements are good fortune.

Looking at Yang Xuan, Feng Qingyang asked: "Little guy, do you know why the old man accepts you as a disciple?"

"Isn't it because of my high talent?"

Yang Xuan scratched his head, this expert accepts apprentices first by talent and second by character, he really can't think of anything else.

"No, it has nothing to do with talent. The reason why I accept you as an apprentice is mainly because your personality and temper are too similar to mine when I was young."

"I see."

Suddenly, Yang Xuan invited Feng Qingyang to sit down, then took out two wine glasses and a pot of Qibuzui from the storage ring, poured a glass of wine for Feng Qingyang respectfully.

Feng Qingyang picked up the wine glass and tasted it, his eyes flashed brightly: "It's a good wine, it should come from a foreign land, right?"

"Yes, this disciple brought it from his hometown." Yang Xuan said.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang just smiled, and didn't mean to ask Yang Xuan's origin.

Feng Qingyang didn't ask, Yang Xuan naturally didn't say much, he got up and said: "Master, this disciple respects you."

"it is good!"

Feng Qingyang was very bold, drank the wine in his hand, and sighed: "Speaking of which, I have not touched a drop of wine as a teacher for a hundred years, and I almost forgot the taste of wine."

"Haven't had a drink in a hundred years!?" Yang Xuan was very surprised.

"Yes, as a teacher, in order to attack the emperor, he has been in seclusion for a full hundred years. For others, a hundred years is too long, but for us, a martial artist who is in the sky-shattering realm, a hundred years is just a snap of his fingers."

After that, Feng Qingyang smiled and said: "If I hadn't heard the bold words of my disciple a few days ago, I would not have broken through as a teacher."

"Ahem, this disciple is young and energetic, and made Master laugh."

Yang Xuan said in embarrassment, he was expressing his feelings at the time, if he were to say it again now, he really couldn't say it.

"It has nothing to do with being young and vigorous. You are domineering, and it should be so."

Feng Qingyang waved his hands, and said: "When I was young, my teacher was also domineering, so that I made too many enemies, so I had to cross the domain to the holy world to avoid disaster, and this escape lasted for nearly a hundred thousand years."

"Where is Master's hometown located?"

Yang Xuan said curiously.

He originally thought that Feng Qingyang was from the Great World of the Sanctuary, but now it seems that his master is also from the Outland.

"My teacher comes from the Great World of Hongmeng, which is a star field that can be as famous as the Great World of Xuantian and the Great World of Netherworld. Martial arts are prosperous, and there are many masters."

Feng Qingyang looked at the western sky and said slowly.

"Hongmeng Great World!" Yang Xuan remembered the name.

"Three Thousand Great Worlds, this is by no means just talking. When you go out in the future, you will find that this world is far more than the Three Thousand Great Worlds."

"What Master said is true, but with Master's current cultivation, don't you think about going back and taking a look?"

"What do you do when you go back? The grievances and grievances of the past have long since disappeared, and the friends of the past have probably turned into loess. Besides, I have no father or mother as a teacher. I have been living on the streets since I was a child. Everywhere I go is my home."

"The whole world is home, and the master respects everyone at ease, which makes people envious."

"In this world, if you want to be at ease, you must first be detached. Being a teacher is far from reaching the state of detachment."

"How can I escape?"

"Immortal!"

"What is an immortal!? Are immortals stronger than the legendary gods?"

"Immortals are neither humans nor gods. As a teacher, I don't know exactly what they are. I think they should be in a state of transcendence and holiness."

"Then how can I become a fairy?"

"Wu Zhiji is an immortal. At that time, the soul will jump out of the six realms of reincarnation, and the body will be immortal and last forever."

"Master, are there really immortals in this world?"

"Yes, but not in this realm."

"This world?"

"The heavens and myriad realms are one realm, while the immortals live in another place called the fairy realm. Even if the universe is destroyed and the five declines of heaven and man, it will not affect it."

"Is it the fairyland? This disciple will definitely go for a break in the future to see what the difference is."

"Hey, I'm old as a teacher. It's hard to step into the fairy world in this life. I hope you can step through the fairy gate and enter the fairy world one day."

(End of this chapter)