From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

April, the seventh year of Jiachun.

Over the past month, a certain person completed the production of ten large sword-locking talismans, occasionally gave some pointers on sword skills and kendo to the sword servants, then extracted the sword moves manual from the Yangshen Martial Arts Records, and based on the Four Sword Styles, he began to create the sister chapter of the Wu Di Fist - the Tianzun Sword. However, it was still pure swordsmanship, and as for kendo, without the foundation of the fourteen-level giant cultivation, the end of his sword was that the carrier would die completely. Compared to war and the elements, the End of the World Divine Authority and the Sword Divine Authority were both extreme annihilation.

After crossing the sea for more than a month, the ferry arrived in the vast south.

At sunset, a huge mountain valley appeared before the spectators on the island.

The rolling sea water runs across the middle, and all kinds of buildings are lined up on the mountains. The rivers flow down and the clouds are shrouded in mist, just like a fairyland on earth. Dozens of immortal sects have lived here for a long time. Relying on the fragmentary luck overflowing from the other side of the Sword Qi Great Wall, every generation of the ancestral hall can produce one or two precious sword cultivators.

On the mountain tops on both sides of the canyon, there is a hundred-meter-tall statue of the god standing.

On the left is the general wearing armor and holding a sword, while on the right is the rain master who controls the clouds and makes the rain fall.

The gods symbolized by both once held great power in heaven.

Several ferries from various continents passed through the canyon. Embroidered towers stood on the cliffs. From time to time, fairies threw embroidered balls to the ferries below. As the only immortal family with the word "Zong" in the name of this place, any passenger chosen by the fairies and becoming a Taoist partner would have the blessing of reaching heaven in one step.

On Shatang Island, several hydrangeas fell onto the building.

In the eyes of the special Qigong practitioners, the smoke from the blessing cooking on this tower was simply rising into the sky. If the other party had not had four or five red strings of marriage tied on his hands, even the direct descendant of the sect master would have been moved.

A sword light rose up and ruthlessly chopped several hydrangeas into pieces.

The sword servant snorted coldly, then thrust out a sword from a distance, with the momentum to destroy thousands of troops.

The sword light blasted straight towards the cliff, like an oncoming ferry, and the fairies in the embroidery building all looked bleak.

A middle-aged woman summoned her own semi-immortal weapon, and the dressing mirror caught the sword light. She was about to retaliate in kind, but the next second, the flying sword hidden at the end of the sword light penetrated the mirror, leaving a crack of moderate size.

My natal flying sword, Dapo, has the elegant name Koushe, and is good at destroying bodies, cities, and magical weapons. If its rank is upgraded to a higher level, it can half-destroy this dressing mirror by catching people off guard.

The middle-aged woman was furious. Since she inherited the throne as the sect leader, she had never suffered such a great loss. She immediately used two spells and the magic in her sleeves to detain the flying sword that was about to hit her, and then used the restrictions of heaven and earth to force herself to defeat the enemy.

The sword servant had a cold expression on his face and shouted softly, "Behead."

The sword intent bloomed on the flying sword, without any spirit, only the seven shapes resembled each other, as if it had received great blessings. The spells and magical powers were shattered one after another, and then a layer of thin membrane of heaven and earth was torn apart. The sword blade pierced through the opponent's abdomen, and the cold sword intent condensed and did not dissipate, knocking him away for hundreds of feet.

When the flying sword returned, the middle-aged woman vomited blood and her face kept changing. After hesitating for a moment, she suppressed her anger and clasped her hands together to return the salute. This level of injury could only be considered a minor injury, but the opponent's sword moves were extremely strange and might be able to exchange her life.

Normally, there is a huge chasm between a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator and a Jade Pu Realm Great Cultivator. The odds of winning or losing in a fight are 30-70. Once a life-and-death struggle occurs, the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator will surely die, but the Great Cultivator will also suffer significant damage to his Dao power and may not make any further progress. When encountering a Sword Immortal embryo, it is normal for the cultivator to fall in realm.

However, if it were a Nascent Soul cultivator, he would have no chance of winning against a great cultivator, as a layer of heaven and earth restriction would give him an absolute advantage.

The sword servant returned to the tower.

The fairies from the sect who witnessed the man's sword-wielding style were in high spirits. Although the magic skills on their own mountain were strange, they were ultimately no match for a flying sword that could come and go freely across the world.

Mrs. Shatang visited again, but was turned away.

The sword servant sat cross-legged, patiently refining the little bit of blood that stained the flying sword.

"Master, I got it."

In Jiang Yuan's hand, a ray of Qian Jin Yi's sword energy fell, and the time of the blood was reversed, carrying a large amount of demon whispers and cold moonlight, returning to the body of the original owner. At the top of the canyon, the middle-aged woman swallowed a few pills to repair her injuries, and her face became more and more serious.

Although the person on the ferry did not show up, the smoke from the cooking stove was a hundred feet high, and there was also a Yuanying sword cultivator who took the place of the sword and cut through the embroidered ball. It was obvious that she was in love with the other woman, and she had a bad temper. Under such circumstances, she actually dared to form a Taoist couple with several other people...

The more the middle-aged woman thought about it, the worse the situation seemed to her. If the other Taoist companions were the same as the Nascent Soul swordsman, or if that man was able to keep a mistress in a luxurious house because of his powerful background, then if she took action this time, she might bring trouble to the sect. Moreover, being hostile to a person with great fortune was itself a bumpy thing.

The middle-aged woman was very ruthless. She took out her lifelong semi-immortal weapon as if possessed by a demon. She ignored the damage it might cause to herself and directly peeled it out of her golden elixir. Her whole body was shaking violently and her realm was shaky.

"Is Yao Li here?"

A fairy in white came over and said softly, "Master."

"Forget it, it would be more sincere if I go there in person."

Having made up his mind, the sect leader separated the Yin and Yang Gods, and all three were at the Nascent Soul stage.

And in the moment of negligence, the moonlight bloomed in the middle-aged woman's heart, polluting her soul and mind.

Without the foundation of Yu Pu Realm cultivation, the time required to complete the control was significantly reduced from half a day.

Fairy Yaoli witnessed the change in her master's expression and felt worried and terrified.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged woman reunited with the Yin-Yang God and returned to the realm of great cultivation. She smiled and said, "Nothing, I'm just a little angry. Go find the owner of the Tiancai Dibao Building. I want to discuss a big business with him."

"Disciple obeys your command." Fairy Yaoli breathed a sigh of relief.

A few hours later, an old man landed and said unhappily, "You magpies are always chirping, and sooner or later you will get into trouble. You have met a tough guy this time."

"Please take a look." The female sect leader handed over the semi-immortal weapon.

The old man was in doubt and said, "You just want to give up the accumulation of three to five hundred years of sect, are you crazy?"

"Of course it's to get more. I can't tell you the details. Let's talk business, just bargain." The middle-aged woman said calmly, with a look of confidence.

The two sides negotiated the price for several incense sticks. The old man urgently transferred 5,000 Grain Rain coins, almost emptying the treasure house's account of immortal money. The quality of this semi-immortal weapon was very good. If it didn't need to repair the cracks, its value would be even higher.

After the payment and goods were exchanged, the old man took the valuables and left. As the top offering of the Liu family in Aiaizhou, the head of the family had issued a strict order that Tiancai Dibao Tower could only earn hard-earned money from Jianqi Great Wall, and those who made a fortune would pay with their lives. He had been struggling here for three hundred years, and he could go back and lie down and enjoy himself. This semi-immortal weapon was suitable for a big deal.

On Shatang Island, the middle-aged woman landed on the balcony, handed over a small object, and turned away.

The yellow dog was a little speechless. Brother Jiang was becoming more and more annoying.

Jiang Yuan opened the box and found not only five thousand Grain Rain coins, but also a treasure that guarded the mountain. It was a half piece of white silk that was lost between heaven and earth after the death of the first ancient rain master. It was roughly equivalent to a protective armor of the highest grade magic weapon.

"It's useless for me to hold it."

The sword servant understood, reached out to take it and wrapped it around his waist, preparing to spend half a month on minor training.

(End of this chapter)