Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

Chapter 12 Yuan Shen Sword Judgment
At this moment, ten ancient characters that condensed the essence of the avenue began to tremble violently and emitted peerless sharp beams of light.

Wang Heng's eyes immediately became radiant, like two rounds of bright sun.

"Buzz!"

After a soft sound, the ten ancient characters merged into one, forming an indescribable black font.

It is very quiet, without making any sound. The dark surface looks solemn and solemn, as if it was casted from some kind of black metal. It is also very complicated, and the number of every inch of the structure is astronomical after it is divided into basic ancient characters.

Seeing this scene, Wang Heng was shocked. The ten ancient characters just now were complicated enough, and he still couldn't understand what happened in them. Now, they have merged into such an astonishing ancient character, which is really unimaginable.

It is like the incarnation of Tao, with an incomparably rich Tao rhyme flowing around it, and it is also like the starting point of the birth of all things, which can open up the world.

Suddenly, Wang Heng's eyes flickered, his expression was surprised and stunned, and he didn't know if it was his illusion. He saw the ancient black characters as a black seed in a trance.

When I looked closely, it was really like this. There were no black ancient characters, only a black seed flowing with the aura of the avenue lying there quietly.

"In this way, the supreme method can also be used as a dao seed." Wang Heng said to himself, guessing like this.

Just as he was thinking about it, the black seeds changed again, and large areas of the seed coat fell off, revealing what was inside.

It was a small black sword, just floating there quietly, it made people feel uneasy and uneasy, as if the next trick was about to beheaded, and the soul would be overwhelmed.

Wang Heng could even feel the sharpness coming from the black sword body, which could plunge him into eternal silence in an instant, leaving only his body in the world.

This is the Ping Luan Jue, the supreme sword art that all immortal kings long for. Of course, at present, its name is still Yuanshen Jianjue.

"Quiet the chaos!"

Wang Heng spoke softly.

When thinking about that perfect world in the chaotic ancient era, Shi Hao tried every means to obtain this supreme sword art, but in the end it was fruitless. It was always passed down by the Wang family, and there was only an exception in Wang Changsheng, which made the nine heads of the dark side blame master.

Now, he has it at his fingertips, and the taboo scriptures are hidden in his blood, and when the conditions are met, they can be activated and appear in front of his eyes.

He couldn't help being a little excited, this is the Judgment of Tranquility, the supreme secret technique of the primordial spirit, one sword strike, the world is silent, people and ghosts are killed, and the world is in chaos.

At this moment, the black seed coats have completely fallen off and piled up on the ground. Their essence is the ancient characters of the Dao. After all the essence is supplied to the core sword body, other things will be considered as dross, and they will disappear with the wind, leaving only the black sword body floating In Wang Heng's eyes.

From the outside, there is nothing special about this small black sword. It is completely black, without deep lines or mysterious patterns. It looks ordinary, ordinary, and unpretentious.

However, no one dares to underestimate it, because the sword of the primordial spirit is dedicated to slaying the primordial spirit, which is the weakest aspect of most monks, and no one is afraid of it.

Wang Heng couldn't help stretching out the hand of his mind to caress the body of the sword. This is undoubtedly a huge treasure, and it will be one of his reliance on the ancient world and the heavens in the future.

After successfully practicing the millions of ancient immortal characters, he also started the inheritance of Ping Chaos Jue in his blood. This journey of enlightenment was a great harvest, and it laid the most solid foundation for the future path of cultivation.

Wang Hengchang exhaled and stood up from sitting cross-legged. At this time, he was much stronger than before entering the preaching hall. He understood the most basic use of the words of the Dao. His whole person was wrapped in the ethereal fairy energy, mysterious. It is unpredictable and has a kind of fairy charm.

Her long black hair is spread over her shoulders, her deep eyes are hard to see through, her face is as rich as jade, her bones are excellent, and her bearing is extraordinary. Even if she is only ten years old, no one dares to underestimate her.

"The blood power of the Immortal King's parents and children is really terrifying. I have mastered almost all the basic ancient characters."

Wang Heng exclaimed, then took steps towards the huge silver-white metal door.

"Boom!"

Sensing Wang Heng's approach, the metal door automatically opened wide, leaving a gap for a person to pass through.

When he walked out, the two huge portals slowly closed again.

The evil man in the realm of true immortals had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Wang Heng coming out, he immediately went to greet him.

As an immortal being, his gaze was naturally very penetrating, and he instantly noticed the changes in Wang Heng.

Compared with before entering the Temple of Evangelism, Wang Heng at this moment is no longer a blank sheet of paper, but a blank and magnificent picture scroll, just waiting to splash ink upwards to dye the picture brilliantly.

His eyes lit up, and he said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Congratulations, young master, you have achieved success in the road."

Wang Heng's face was calm. Even if the person talking to him was a real immortal, his status was far higher than the other person's, so it would be fine if he didn't respond.

However, he already knew in advance that the Wang family was about to decline, and if he made a show now, it might bear bad consequences in the future.

He smiled slightly, and replied: "I have gained a lot this time, and I also have a share of the credit from my predecessors. When my father returns, Wang Heng will mention this matter."

Hearing what Wang Heng said, the evil man's heart was already in turmoil, because the fairy king was involved, even if there was a real fairy city mansion, it would be difficult to keep calm.

"Young Master has already said that this is what I should do. By the way, Young Master does not need to call me senior, just call me by my first name.

Back then, I was just a human creature who was stuck in the Supreme Realm and could hardly become a fairy. Later, by chance, I joined the Wang family and got unimaginable cultivation. Only then did I cross the sky, enter the immortal way, and become a true fairy.

Since then, I have changed my surname and followed the surname of the Immortal King, and the young master calls me Wang Mian. "The monstrous man said respectfully.

If the young man in front of him was just the descendant of the Immortal King for countless generations, then he would not be treated like this by a true immortal. But the fact is that this is the genuine son of the Immortal King, and his status is unimaginably high.

The outside world wants to come to guard Wang Heng's side, but there are a lot of real immortals, and the supply exceeds demand. After all, who doesn't want to get close to a supreme immortal king?

Who knows, Wang Heng shook his head.

"The way of practice is to achieve first. I have never even planted the seeds of Taoism. Facing a strong man who has already ascended to the immortal way, I naturally want to call him a senior."

Wang Mian originally wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Heng.

"Senior, you don't need to say anything, I can make my own judgment."

Seeing this, Wang Mian didn't say anything anymore, and could only follow Wang Heng's wishes.

However, he was wondering in his heart. Before his talent was awakened, that is, before he lost his memory, Wang Heng's personality was not like this. A loss of memory would change his personality drastically.

(End of this chapter)