Swire First Immortal

Chapter 42

"The world's great monster, with a thousand years of cultivation, can form a demon pill. The demon pill is equivalent to the source pill. Killing a demon and taking the pill can be embedded in the sword soul to form a ring-shaped sword mist. That is the sword ring."

"The sword ring can increase the lethality of the sword soul, and it can also add 'demon magic' to the sword soul."

Sister Zhao said.

"Witchcraft?" Yun Xiao was slightly taken aback.

"For example, the current demon king in the Northern Wilderness is a fox who is good at psychedelic demon techniques. If you kill him, you can take the thousand-year-old demon pill and embed it into the sword soul, so that when you kill the sword soul, it will have a certain psychedelic demon technique attribute. It's about the same as drawing out a sword while superimposing demon techniques." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"That is to say, besides the rank and the sword, the sword ring is the third factor that determines the lethality of the sword soul?" Yun Xiao was stunned.

"Yes! As for the power of the sword ring, the first depends on the number of years of cultivation of the demon core, and the second depends on the number of sword rings, and the number of sword rings is innate, and it is also related to the rank of the sword soul." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"How to say?"

"A sword soul below the Kaiyang level can only embed at most one demon core to form a sword ring. It is said that Yuheng level and Tianquan level can embed two demon cores to form two sword rings, with two demon methods. "Sister Zhao said.

"Once embedded, is it irreplaceable for life?" Yun Xiao asked curiously.

"That's not true. The demon core can be taken out and put down at any time to replace it with a better and stronger one." Senior Sister Zhao patiently explained.

"understood!"

Yun Xiao nodded.

Until now, he still doesn't know the rank of the Heaven Burying Sword Soul in his hand.

I feel that as I absorb the demon bone and sword soul, it seems to be still growing, it seems to be evolving all the time!
"Ye Guying's high-grade Kaiyang sword soul evolved into a middle-grade Tianquan sword soul because of the rank-level transition of the tenth-level Qingyuan, which shows that although the evolution and improvement of the sword soul is rare, it is normal."

"Ye Guying's sword soul is a one-time evolution, but mine is different. My sword soul is not only increasing the sword strength, but the rank should be constantly improving!"

Jiangang is visible!
And the rank is invisible.

"If you have demon pills in the future, you can see how many can be embedded and how many sword rings can be formed?"

Demon bone!

Demon Dan!

Yun Xiao was born as a mortal, and when he was the king of Yun Kingdom, he hated demons the most!
A slut can be punished, but a ghost is hard to destroy!
They mingled in the world, devoured live babies, confuse the world, and brought countless disasters.

The fairy doesn't care!

I can't even manage it!

Having seen the misery of countless people, even though he is now a sword cultivator and not in the mortal world, the helpless hatred at that time still accumulated in his chest.

An open-minded person like him has been burdened with the grievance of raising monsters and harming the people, which cannot be cleared up to now, and shames Yun's ancestors!
Let me ask, how could Yunxiao take those two heads back to Yunguo without being covered in flames, and give an explanation to the people Wanmin who died tragically?
How can we not give an explanation to the ancestors of the Yun family who founded the country?
Yun Xiao is a mortal!
What he read was very simple.

The demon, as well as the sluts who work with the demon, must die!
"Senior Sister Zhao, do you know why I am willing to fight for Jiange?" Yun Xiao suddenly asked seriously.

"Tell me." Senior Sister Zhao said softly.

Yun Xiao looked at the man in the blue shirt, and said decisively: "If you have the same way as the king, you can die together!"

A man who slashed hundreds of thousands of demons and returned the broken sword!
Yun Xiao admired him!

A gentleman is magnanimous, and a villain is long-suffering!
People live for a lifetime, don't ask for money and wealth, only ask for a clear conscience!
The phrase "we can die together" made Senior Sister Zhao's eyes burn like a fire, burning in her heart.

"Ok!"

She nodded slightly and said, "Got it, go and rest."

"So that's how it is! I thought A Dao was trying so hard and just wanted to pair up again!" Chi Yue secretly said.

"This is his original purpose. The words he said are all to defeat the heart of the prey. If you want to sow seeds, you must break the defense first! Understand?" Lan Xing said seriously.

"Tall, really tall!" Chi Yue was filled with admiration.

Yun Xiao: "..."

never mind!

rest first!
Tomorrow, practice swords!
The breeze blows the moon.

The bright moon shines on the river.

The Jiange mountains and rivers, the clouds and mists are born, and the righteousness is awe-inspiring.

Standing in front of the Haoran Hall, the Qinghun tripod absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, takes the light of the sun and the moon, and forges the Jiange into a fairyland, with green mountains and green waters, pure and natural.

On the other hand, the first, third, sixth, and seventh, the four major sword peaks, are full of stench, flooding the mourning hall with feces, and the stench surrounds the body!
The dark tide was raging overnight!
The story of Ye Yunxiao's brutal abuse of the three great sword masters spread throughout Qinghun and shocked people's hearts.

Someone else secretly spread the truth three years ago!
For a time, everyone asked their hearts.

"Swordsman, be straight, upright, and rather bend than bend!"

"My generation of sword cultivators, cultivating a three-foot sword and controlling the sky, how can I bow my head to treacherous evil and kneel down for glory?"

"The Qinghun is the Sword Tomb, not the Demon Cave!"

In this vast world, who will come to the right path?

Yun Xiao, fell asleep.

In the dream, he returned to Yunguo, standing on the palace wall, looking at the mortal world, full of ghosts and ghosts!
"If I don't kill all kinds of monsters in this life, I might as well be scattered!"

Since he has lived a lifetime, he must kill him and turn the world upside down!

Otherwise, live in vain!
When I woke up the next day, the morning mist condensed into water droplets and filled my body.

A burst of fragrance surrounds the body.

Yun Xiao opened his eyes, and a woman in a black dress with fair skin and snow skin was sitting beside him.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, swaying the world lightly.

Seeing that Yunxiao woke up, she reached out and handed over a white dress, and said, "Your clothes are stained with too much blood, change into this one."

"Oh."

Yun Xiao took over the white dress, which was soft and still had her scent.

"Junior Brother Yun, Senior Sister did this herself, she has been busy all night!" Qin Tong stood in the distance, with an ambiguous expression on his face.

"Go!" Senior Sister Zhao said with a straight face.

"Did you do it yourself?" Yun Xiao touched the cloth and could feel its different temperature.

Even if he was in the mortal palace, no one would weave clothes for him himself.

"Sword cultivators are pure-hearted and ascetic, and they don't have much material. They are not good fabrics, so you can make do with it." Senior Sister Zhao said.

Yun Xiao thought to himself: I think Ye Tiance and the others are dressed very luxuriously!

Bejeweled!
but……

Yun Xiao really never thought that in his life, someone would weave clothes for him.

One stitch at a time, full of warmth.

The world is still very beautiful!
"Do you like it?" Senior Sister Zhao looked into the distance, as if she was a little plain but caring.

The voice fell, but no one answered for a long time!

Senior Sister Zhao was taken aback, and turned her head to look, only to see that the boy had already put on the white clothes and showed off in front of Cai Maomao and the others.

"This brat..."

Senior Sister Zhao burst out laughing.

Like it?
In fact, the smile on Yun Xiao's face said it all.

"Senior Sister Zhao, do you look good?" The boy stood in front of her, turned around a few times, and asked with a smile.

"You are young and handsome, no matter how plain your clothes are on you, they will be like golden jade clothes." Senior Sister Zhao said.

The first half of the sentence was what Yun Xiao said by himself on the way to Jianyun Tower.

"Then I'll change it back first!" Yun Xiao said seriously.

"Why change?" Senior Sister Zhao raised her eyebrows and asked.

"I want to treasure it." Yun Xiao said.

"Wear it! Don't hide it." Senior Sister Zhao couldn't laugh or cry.

"I fight every day, what if I get torn or bloody?" Yun Xiao said reluctantly.

"Then make a new one for you!" Senior Sister Zhao replied without thinking.

"Really?" Yun Xiao's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"What I'm waiting for is your words!" Yun Xiao laughed.

Senior Sister Zhao: "..."

This kid is a real hit!
Fairy good luck?
Do not!
He is just a young man who lost his parents at a young age and ruled the country and the world by himself. To him, all the affection in the world is very precious.

Therefore, he really cherishes this white dress extremely.

In his eyes, any treasure of heaven and earth is not as precious as it.

He is happy like a child!

Of course, he is only 16 years old, which is when he is in high spirits!

"Sword repair."

Senior Sister Zhao reminded, and then took out a thick and ancient green leather book.

This is the first sword of Qinghun!
"Senior Sister Zhao, does this include Flying Swordsmanship, Handling Swordsmanship and Swordsmanship?" Yun Xiao leaned forward and asked.

"Hmm." Senior Sister Zhao nodded, opened the title page, and said, "I'll take you through the introduction, formulas, and essentials first, and then demonstrate it for you."

"Thank you, Sister."

She was sitting on the edge of the cliff, and Yun Xiao leaned against her, like a pair of sons and daughters studying.

"What's written here?"

Yun Xiao's eyes fell on the title page of the book, and saw many different handwritings left on it.

"This is the name of the person who has mastered this sword technique before on this sword manual." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"It's really interesting to keep it!" Yun Xiao laughed.

I saw that on the title page, there were names such as 'witty Qingcheng', 'handsome Zhao Yuan', and 'beautiful Qingzi'.

Just leave your name!
Also add an adjective!

"If you can practice it, you can also leave your name on it." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"Then I've decided what to keep!" Yun Xiao said.

"Let's hear it?" Senior Sister Zhao asked curiously.

"Let's not talk about it first, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it." Yun Xiao said seriously.

"Don't pretend, this is Yuheng-level swordsmanship, it's very difficult, take a look, there are 52 pages in total." Senior Sister Zhao said seriously.

"Then have you learned it?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Of course, otherwise how can I teach you?" Senior Sister Zhao said.

"But why didn't I see your name?" Yun Xiaofei asked.

"Are you stupid? I am the youngest, of course I am the last." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"at last?"

Yun Xiao looked down.

"Xuezi? Is this you?" Yun Xiao asked with a strange expression.

"Well, on the day I was born, it snowed heavily in Qinghun, so 'Xuezi' is my nickname." Zhao Xuanran said.

"Ah, this!" Yun Xiao's expression became more and more strange.

"What's your expression?" Senior Sister Zhao asked suspiciously.

"Senior sister, did you write this yourself... Milky Xuezi?"

When Yun Xiao read these five words, his teeth were chattering.

"Can't you? During that time, I practiced sword every day, and I was tanned, so I just made a wish to make my skin whiter." Senior Sister Zhao said seriously.

"Uh……"

Yun Xiao's expression was still weird.

"What are you thinking?" Senior Sister Zhao said speechlessly.

"Cough cough!"

Yun Xiao coughed, then looked at her again, her eyes moved down, and fixed on that touch of whiteness.

He said slowly: "Practice has proved that the order of Chinese characters does not affect reading."

……

This Sunday night 7 plus more (don't have to wait for 12 o'clock), how many chapters are there?

(End of this chapter)