Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

Chapter 27 Immortal Vine
The two looked at each other, without any hesitation, they stepped directly up the steps and headed towards the depths of the chaos.

Walking on the mottled stone steps, there is a feeling of traveling in the long river of time. The scars of swords and swords can be seen everywhere, which is the mark of the glory of the past. Baptized by endless wars, it seals up an ancient and vicissitudes of history.

As Wang Heng walked, he felt and touched with his heart. In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of a great battle. The earth trembled, fierce beasts roared, and gods and birds split the sky.

A supreme fairy vine took root in the chaos, and faced several stalwart figures alone. The vine leaves were like swords, showing their sharpness, bursting out with peerless and sharp sword energy, pressing across, blood splashing across the sky.

It is too extraordinary, with chaotic energy flowing all over its body, and its vine roots are thick, like the body of a real dragon. Even if there is a knife and ax with a fairy light shining on it, it cannot be broken by the middle.

Later, all living beings felt fear towards this vine, and would run away desperately whenever they saw its figure.

The last scene is shocking. A vine of the Celestial Immortal Vine stands in the sea of ​​chaos, covering the sky and the sun, and the sky is terrifying. Several vine trunks are flying, and each of them has a fairy corpse stuck in it, dripping bright and bright drops of blood. .

Obviously, Xianteng went on a killing spree and slaughtered more than one true immortal.

There was a moment of trance in front of him, Wang Heng came back to his senses, those shocking pictures had disappeared, and he and Wang Mian were about to reach the end of the steps.

"Young master has just triggered the imprint on the stone steps. You should have seen the video of Senior Xianteng's battle back then, right?"

Wang Mian suddenly asked.

"Well, I saw a vast battlefield with endless corpses. They all died in the hands of an immortal vine, and there were several immortal corpses among them." Wang Heng nodded and replied seriously.

"You know, Senior Xianteng is an existence who followed the Immortal King for endless years. I don't know how many enemies he helped the Immortal King to kill. The rise of every supreme being is accompanied by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Even now, senior Xianteng sacrifices spirits for a domain, and in front of countless creatures, he shows divinity, that is, when facing you, he will show a soft and human side. "Wang Mian said with a sigh.

In front of Xianteng, Wang Heng is undoubtedly special and treats him as his own.

With that said, the two of them walked up the last step and came to a piece of hard gravel.

There is no imaginary fragrance of birds and flowers, lush vegetation, and some are just lonely and lack of vitality. At a glance, the ground is full of stones, randomly laid on the ground.

It was as if they had come to a barren, uninhabited land.

Wang Heng had a look of surprise on his face, because this was completely different from the sacred scene he had imagined.

Wang Mian had been here before, and he had expected it for a long time.

In the desolate gravel field, there is silence, no thriving life can be seen, like a restricted area of ​​life.

On the horizon in the distance, stands an extremely tall figure, very eye-catching, it is the only living creature here, and it is also the purpose of Wang Heng's trip.

With awe, the two walked slowly to the feet of the tall figure and looked up.

This is a peerless fairy vine, rooted in the hard soil, surrounded by cloud-like chaotic energy, unattainable, soaring into the sky.

Needless to say, any living beings who approach this place will be shocked by the appearance of the Immortal Vine, as powerful as Wang Mian, and a little apprehensive, knowing that they are no match for the Immortal Vine.

"You are here."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded, echoing in the ears of the two.

"Wang Mian pays homage to senior Xianteng. This time, he came here at the order of the Immortal King. After the young master succeeds in proving the Dao, he will bring him to find senior and accept his blessing." Wang Mian replied respectfully.

"okay, I get it."

The old vine shook slightly, and tapped the vine leaves.Indicate that you already know.

At this time, Wang Heng also cupped his hands towards Xianteng, and said, "Wang Heng has seen Senior Xianteng."

His greeting made the atmosphere of the scene awkward.

Xianteng didn't respond immediately, because in its impression, Wang Heng and it were not so estranged at all. The two were both teachers and friends, and the other party never called it "senior".

Lao Teng took a careful look at Wang Heng, and suddenly realized something.

"He lost his memory."

Lao Teng opened his mouth, and the terrifying aura of being extremely close to the Immortal King permeated the air, instantly covering the place.

Wang Heng only felt a pair of eyes scanning his body non-stop, with great penetrating power, as if they wanted to know all the secrets about him.

He knew that this was Xianteng checking his condition, looking for the source of his amnesia.

Wang Heng has nothing to do about it, he can only bear it silently, hoping that Gu Xianteng, who has followed his fairy king father for endless years, will not discover the secret of the otherworldly master.

After a long time, Xianteng withdrew his gaze and was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something.

For Wang Heng, this is no different from passing time like years. It should be known that Xianteng once broke through the realm of the fairy king. If something is abnormal, Wang Heng will be unable to eat and walk away.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm in the end, Xianteng did not find any sign of Wang Heng's secret.

"Is this... Yuanshen Sword Art?"

Xianteng opened his mouth, unable to conceal the shock in his words.

Only then did Wang Heng know that the reason Xianteng didn't speak was because he was shocked by his powerful primordial spirit, and he was sluggish on the spot.

As a fairy vine that has followed the immortal king of the Wang family for a long time, it knows the Yuanshen sword art too well, and deeply understands the power and fear of this supreme sword art, as well as the harsh conditions for cultivation.

A monk, even if he is the son of the Immortal King, can only start to practice Yuanshen Sword Art after he has reached the third and fourth realms, and it will cost a huge price to complete it.

It is unprecedented for someone like Wang Heng to condense the soul into a black sword body and release peerless sharpness.

This kind of achievement, even a quasi-immortal king like it, admires it and thinks it is a miracle.

"Senior, this is indeed the Primordial Spirit Sword Art. When the young master was cultivating the Dao, he cultivated it together with the Immortal King's Primordial Spirit Sword Art. His talent is astonishing, and it is unparalleled in ancient and modern times." Wang Mian responded.

Hearing this, the fairy vines vibrated, and the leaves of the vines emitted a dazzling fairy light. It could be seen that this powerful sacrifice spirit was extremely restless, and was surprised by Wang Heng's heaven-defying talent.

"Such an achievement can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented.

Even when the Immortal King was at the same age, he was far less powerful than you are now, which is really amazing.

However, you should not be complacent, because in history, there are many creatures who showed supreme talent as soon as they stepped into the path of cultivation, but failed to reach the end. "

(End of this chapter)