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

It was not clear.

There are slight changes in the water transport at the root of the mountain.

The old man surnamed Shi smashed the horse whip, waking up these immortal families who were dressed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food from their meditation and sleep one by one.

The young man stood up, cursing, but he kept his voice low so that the old man wouldn't hear.

The opponent is the master of the Daguan Dynasty and dozens of vassal states, a well-known warrior of the Six Realms, with a heroic courage obtained from the Guwu Temple and an outstanding rank, and it is said that his punches are extremely powerful.

Taoist Xianyang gently woke the beautiful woman up. He felt distressed but also impatiently happy.

The beautiful woman sat up and said seriously, "Brother, you have protected me all the way, and our friendship is clear to all. When we reach a safe place, if you are willing to marry me, I have absolutely no reason to refuse. On the wedding night, it is my wife's duty to let you do whatever you want. But touching me like this and taking advantage of me is not what a real man does. It will make people laugh at me."

Taoist Xianyang's face paled slightly, and he asked in disbelief, "Junior sister...are you willing to marry me?"

The beautiful woman smiled, "Life and death meet heroes, but not life and death, the heroic spirit seems to be just that. I have been sitting in my boudoir since I was young. Apart from the stories of talented scholars and beautiful women, I can only read the novels of Jianghu. My senior brother is willing to escort me for thousands of miles, and I don't want my future husband to die. How can I live with heroes or not?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was crying and laughing at the same time, but he did not notice the slightly trembling shoulders of the beautiful woman.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of footsteps on the grass.

Four figures climbed up the mountain from all directions, all wearing black clothes and masks.

"Enemy attack!" the old man surnamed Shi shouted.

More than a dozen nobles hurriedly gathered together. The descendants of the immortals on the mountain might not be able to practice, or the probability was very small. Even the painstaking efforts of two immortals in the upper five realms might turn into dust after a hundred years. In fact, the only cultivators among these people were the young man, the Taoist Xianyang and the beautiful woman.

The battle was about to break out, the moonlight was shining, and everyone seemed to have forgotten the two people and the dog not far away.

This group of assassins came from Gelushan, a famous assassin organization in Northern Jurluzhou. They killed people without asking the reason but only looking at the price. The life of a wild Yuanying cultivator with no background would cost about one to three hundred Guyu coins. Whether he was a sword cultivator or had powerful magic weapons and Taoist techniques was another matter.

The four of them advanced in an orderly manner. The formation master took out a formation plate that he had cultivated with his life, and released a small Tiangang formation to cover Wangyue Mountain. Formation flags were planted all over the mountain tops, and two layers of mountain and water restrictions were summoned.

An assassin who was also a martial artist in the sixth realm received the blessing and seemed to have wings. He took the lead in attacking the old man surnamed Shi. The fight between the two sides caused the surrounding rocks to crumble into powder and the grass and trees to turn into ashes.

The beautiful woman threw out three golden hairpins, but they were broken by the third person's flying sword. This swordsman in the Cave Realm was not in a hurry to take action, as he was the last one of this yellow team.

The fourth man held a talisman crossbow in one hand and a dagger in the other, moving around the battlefield. Occasionally, he would shoot an arrow, which would make the young Qigong practitioner who was being toyed with by the flying sword helpless and seriously injured.

"Xianyang, why don't you take action!"

The old man surnamed Shi roared angrily. The magic array and the restrictions of the mountains and rivers prevented him from punching with all his strength every time. It was like punching randomly in a pool of water, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Taoist Xianyang walked to the assassin swordsman in a daze, and the beautiful woman's face looked like an expression of great disappointment.

More than a dozen nobles' faces changed drastically when they saw this scene. Some of them cursed, some begged for mercy. Among them, a thin man took a long sword from the carriage, as if he thought it would be better to fight to the death than to be killed.

The thin man was hit in the middle of his eyebrows by a streak of light. The young man had no time to feel unwilling, because a hole had already been pierced in his heart. In his last blow before death, he ignored the lightning that turned his lungs into black and gray, and rushed towards the enemy from a distance as a lightning snake.

The assassin swordsman sneered, and his innate flying sword named "Yuanyang" easily defeated the thunder magic from the left and right.

But at this moment, Taoist Xianyang, who had been lowering his head, suddenly attacked. The two sides were less than five steps apart. A long emerald green whip wrapped around the sword cultivator's neck. The flying sword returned to the rescue at a high speed but was still a step too slow, so he chopped off his head alive.

As cultivators in the same Cave Mansion realm, the sword cultivator’s killing power and physique are both formidable, but not as insurmountable as an insurmountable chasm.

After the sword cultivator died, Taoist Xianyang rushed towards the formation master without caring for his life, and two balls of scorching sun flames shot out from his sleeves, breaking the mountain and water restrictions. After getting close to him, he did not defend himself at all. Green light was like a shadow, and it was like a giant sword smashing down again and again, making the formation master miserable.

During this time, assassins armed with talismans, crossbows and daggers repeatedly inflicted injuries on the Taoist priest, but the latter seemed to be indifferent and fought desperately with the formation master with red eyes.

"Good boy, you are taking a step back to advance, risking your own life. I misjudged you before."

The old man surnamed Shi’s punches became more and more fierce.

"Senior, don't be too happy too soon. In fact, it was this good boy you mentioned who revealed the news to us." The warrior in the sixth realm sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense." The old man surnamed Shi was furious.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the formation master was dead, and Taoist Xianyang had been hit by seven talisman arrows in the back. His magic robe was damaged, and the flesh on his back was rotten. Without a real panacea, even a master could not save him.

A flash of green light flew across the sky, and the crossbow-wielding assassin retreated immediately. At the critical moment, the beautiful woman used a mysterious talisman that had been hidden for many years, which consumed most of her spiritual power.

In fact, whether using talismans, activating important magic weapons, or performing Taoist magic, one needs the support of spiritual power in the body. The same is true for the great monks in the Jade Pu Realm. They simply rely on the resonance of heaven and earth to draw on the help of natural spiritual energy, saving their own spiritual power consumption while maintaining their power, but it is impossible to completely eliminate expenditure. Regarding this point, the same is true for the giants in the Fourteenth Realm. Bai Ye, the number one man in the Middle-earth Shenzhou, will be deeply trapped in a huge killing situation based on the severance of spiritual energy in the future.

The mysterious Luowang Talisman bound the crossbow-wielding assassin like a thick spider silk. The man used the escape technique and turned into a wisp of green smoke and retreated ten feet away. However, the crossbow and dagger that fell on the spot had been damaged, and his life-object, the emerald green whip, exploded to pieces. Taoist Xianyang fell to the ground, unable to get up, and was dying.

The beautiful woman grasped the talisman paper again and made a hand gesture. The old man surnamed Shi and the sixth-level warrior exchanged punches, and then the warrior assassin used the force to retreat to his colleague, and the two turned around and retreated together.

Regardless of whether Gelushan's assassination is successful or not, it will only happen once, and there will be no exception even if the employer behind the scenes offers any reward. Of course, this is the news spread by Gelushan himself.

The beautiful woman walked up to Taoist Xianyang, her eyes showing no sadness but only a hint of pity.

"Am I a hero?" the Taoist murmured.

"You're just stupid." The beautiful woman sighed, "Since you've already done everything, just kidnap me as planned and live happily. People hate to waver. You betrayed me first, and I lied to you later. Naturally, we are not good people. But I will definitely protect my niece, even if she is stupid."

The beautiful woman's eyes revealed a trace of sadness, but she said resolutely: "If I can't save my brother, I can't let his bloodline be cut off. If you become a ghost, just come to me."

Taoist Xianyang stared at the beautiful woman who had been haunting him, but he could not bear any hatred. The obsession of the cave-realm cultivator dissipated, and even in the Wangyue Mountain where the moon was extremely dark, he could not become a ghost.

The beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. What a trouble.

Not far away, an old man named Shi saw the woman's face changing continuously and felt strange and at the same time as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Uncle Shi, I'm just a third-level Qigong practitioner." The beautiful woman smiled stiffly.

"Humph, you really only know the appearance of a person but not his heart." The old man sneered.

In a moment of inattention, the thin man who fell to the ground and died first suddenly sat up, his skin as thin as paper. A bloody figure struck the old man surnamed Shi from behind. The fire magic of a Guanhai Realm cultivator burned his heart, which was like a bolt from the blue for the old man who was already seriously injured.

The bloody figure didn't look at the old warrior who fell to the ground. He took out a spare young man's skin from his small belongings and put it on. He inherited the skills of a famous tailor in his early years and was also a worshiper of the Jinwu Palace. He had many tricks, but they were not suitable for head-on fighting.

"The Taoist couple in Guanhai Realm are dead, the enemy and the assassin from Gelu Mountain are gone, and the few troublemakers have returned to dust. It's time for us to continue our previous business."

The young man waved his hand, and a dozen red threads killed the so-called nobles. He looked at the beautiful woman with a little fear. She murdered her brother and sister-in-law, cleaned up her enemies, and eliminated dissidents. This venomous scorpion woman was just playing a trick from beginning to end. It seemed that she was almost fooled by herself. "

The beautiful woman seemed a little reluctant, but that did not stop her from ruthlessly pressing the golden hairpin against her niece's neck, with even more jealousy in her eyes.

"Master, this is a congenital sword embryo that has already given birth to a natal flying sword. It is only seven years old and has no karmic entanglements down the mountain. It is expected to have a great path. It is clean and pure. It is not too much to sell it for ten grain rains. It is a bit expensive, but the immortals in your mountain have their own ways to repair souls, and the small earth-shrinking talisman I want must not be missing. In the past few months, the only thing I have observed is this talisman. Master, don't get lucky."

The young monk had an expressionless face as he threw over an inch-square object. Although this thing was valuable, it was nothing compared to the innate sword embryo. With the death of Liu Zhiqing, the sword immortal of the Jinwu Palace, the palace master was like an ant on hot pot. He quickly sent a large number of people out to look for promising talents. This time he would definitely make a fortune.

The beautiful woman did not move, and the two sides were in a stalemate for a few seconds. The young monk had no choice but to step forward to pick up the small object, tear off the net talisman and the hermit talisman behind him, take out the things that had been agreed upon one by one and throw them over, and finally retreat step by step.

After the payment was made, the beautiful woman obtained the resources of the Great Dao and was about to use the small shrinking talisman to escape, but in the blink of an eye, a cold and secluded world made of sword energy enveloped the Moon-Watching Mountain, breaking the magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch.

The young monk looked horrified, the methods of the Sword Immortal!
Under the stone wall, the yellow dog got some melon seeds from somewhere and generously shared them with the other two, but unfortunately the other two were not interested in the meat buns.

Taoist Taiping took the handful of melon seeds with great trepidation, but he didn't care much about the drama in front of him. Almost all the wild cultivators at the foot of the mountain in Beijuluzhou were like this, or maybe the two of them were from genealogical families after all, so they were relatively restrained. If the beautiful woman was a wild cultivator, it would be impossible for her to not have thoughts about a young cultivator who obviously had a convenient inheritance. As long as he was not a terrestrial immortal, he would be just like that in the Guanhai realm. If the young man was a wild cultivator, the beautiful woman could either capture him or sell him, but it would be impossible for her to leave with the money and the goods intact.

The yellow dog laughed and said, "Why didn't the tailor wait until dawn? The energy and spirit of a third-level Qigong practitioner can't hold on."

Taoist Taiping said while cracking melon seeds, "Whether the woman dares to die is another matter. He just wants to complete the deal and doesn't want any more twists and turns. The ten grains of rice are probably the savings of most of his life, and he has never been hungry. He will be honest if he gets a verbal commendation when he returns."

The yellow dog was extremely happy. If he had only received a verbal reward for all his hard work, he would have been so angry that he would have died.

The young monk and the beautiful woman were horrified. A local dog rolling on the ground with laughter was particularly strange at night. What was even more terrifying was that this kind of spirit was definitely not a little demon, so the possibility that the sword fairy was pretending was extremely small, which meant that "what if" really happened tonight.

"You come or I come." Jiang Yuan said.

There was no answer between heaven and earth.

Jiang Yuan knocked his fingers to cut off Changsheng, a ripple spread out, the young monk's body exploded, his soul was annihilated, and he died cleanly.

The beautiful woman knelt down neatly, regained her mournful look, and said softly: "Senior Sword Immortal, I just want to seek a future. The mountain has been destroyed, and Yaoyao's going to the Golden Crow Palace to practice is also a fairy fate. This time, many people have been harmed, and it is all because of their evil intentions."

"No." Jiang Yuan said.

The beautiful woman was stunned.

"Because the Jinwu Palace will soon be gone."

"Besides, I never talk about reason." Jiang Yuan looked at the girl named Yaoyao. "Tao is an objective law, and reason is a human interpretation. When reason interprets objective laws artificially, Tao becomes a subjective concept. The problem is that humans are only a part of the real world, so humans can act or not act. If I talk about reason, I will no longer be able to step on flowers and plants, and I will no longer be able to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, because all things and humans are the same in my eyes. The world will understand these things after experiencing them a few times, but you are different. You have integrated the Haoran Sword Dao's luck with your human body. After all, you are still a human. If you don't come back, I will make an exception and treat you once."

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible broken long stick appeared before his eyes, as if it had forcibly broken free. Judging from the broken end, it was roughly one-third of its complete size, and its appearance was plain and nothing special.

Jiang Yuan tilted his head, a little surprised, and reached out to eat this valuable but not very useful thing.

At the same time, a ghostly little girl disappeared in each of the eight continents in the world.

The laurel tree emitted divine light that illuminated the girl's body, and her soul was complete.

Yaoyao's eyes became lively, and she said in a clear voice: "How can spiritual energy be compared with humans?"

Jiang Yuan chuckled, "You are not a fish. There are winds that turn pages, fish with words, a ray of light, a gust of wind, and a sword that becomes a spirit. Even if we take a step back, pigs, sheep, fish, and cows also have spirituality. After they are awakened, their intelligence is the same as that of humans. The reason is just human reason. In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, absorbing spiritual energy is no different from killing people at random. The spiritual energy is originally distributed properly. According to the cycle of Heavenly Dao, cultivators practice. This is the so-called going against Heaven."

“All things are created to nourish man.”

"It is man who takes everything to nourish himself. We are not that generous."

The yellow dog pretended to be dead. In his opinion, this guy should not follow the path of the Moon Lord. It was obvious that he would achieve great success quickly and easily. But since the other party did not make a choice, it meant there was a dead end.

Yaoyao looked at the Mandarin Duck Flying Sword that fell to the ground.

“Can I eat it?”

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I can. After all, if you have eaten, there is no reason why you can't eat everything and the world. But you have to think it over and make your own decision."

“Then leave it for now.” Yaoyao smiled, not like a seven-year-old child at all. During the seven years of “loss of soul”, she traveled around the eight continents of the world relying on her own special ability.

When Taoist Taiping saw the yellow dog pretending to be dead, he also pretended to be dead. It was obvious that the Sword Immortal Master was very patient with this little freak.

Yaoyao asked again, "Sir, you are willing to be patient and talk more. Is it because I have good qualifications?"

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, "Don't compare your qualifications with mine."

The yellow dog was kicked for no apparent reason and could only stand up and open its mouth, revealing a deep vortex.

Yaoyao looked at the young man who was sitting like a god and said seriously, "I want to stay here and practice with you, Master."

"No, I sold you for fifty golden pills."

"Ten years. Even if I seek stability, a foundation, and a great path, I can become a Jindan sword cultivator in ten years. This stage needs to be slower. The cultivation of life and death is the prototype of one's own great path, just like the pile of small swords in sir's heart."

"I want fifty golden pills now."

Yaoyao: “…” How stubborn.

The yellow dog raised his head, his eyes indicating with doubt: She can see through people's hearts.

Jiang Yuan stepped on it and replied with his eyes: What does it have to do with you?

Yaoyao took the initiative to walk into the passage between Haoran and Manhuang, and took her natal object, the laurel tree, before leaving. It would cost half of the treasury of the Great Zhou to open this passage once because it ignored the distance and location.

At the same time, King Zhou sent over a small wooden box, which was a top-grade magic weapon.

Jiang Yuan opened the wooden box and found ninety pills instead of fifty. Forty of them were obtained by him and the rest were additional pills.

"She will be my founding disciple and my last disciple, the eldest princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty. In addition, I am looking forward to seeing you standing on the top of the city wall. There is a gift waiting for you."

Jiang Yuan's face was calm. The master's way of hospitality was not something that could be easily accepted.

The yellow dog seemed to have been slapped suddenly. He staggered violently, his eyes full of resentment. Why were two people bullying him? Was there any point?
Taoist Taiping looked at his nose with his eyes and looked at his heart with his nose, pretending to be a statue. Wow, he created two passages between heaven and earth, which made the Confucian Temple completely unaware. The realm of one of them was estimated to be very high.

The yellow dog closed the passage and stared at the beautiful woman with unfriendly eyes. It was fair and reasonable for the third realm little demon to fight against the third realm Qigong practitioner.

A fight broke out, and the yellow dog kicked the beautiful woman in the delicate cheek, directly shattering her soul.

Jiang Yuan refined ninety golden pills and stuffed them all into the Qi Hai Dan Chamber. Although it was not as big as the real world in his body, the scene was as vast as the starry night sky.

The sword energy dissipated from heaven and earth, and spiritual energy immediately began to gather in dozens of surrounding vassal states. Tides surged in from all directions, forming a vortex in the sky above the vast land.

With one hundred golden pills, the upper limit of spiritual power was raised layer by layer. The sword energy overflowed from Jiang Yuan's body like a tsunami, and then it was gathered in the blink of an eye, as if it was driving an arm. After the ultimate condensation, a thousand wisps of black sword energy lingered in the alchemy room, like thousands of rivers reflecting the stars.

Jiang Yuan gathered up the miscellaneous things, destroyed all traces of the place, and led a man and a dog to evacuate using the Moon Escape Technique.

A few seconds later, a mountain master of the academy who was at the Jade Pu Realm arrived first. He did not care about the powerful man who was suspected to be a great swordsman who had failed to break through and ascend. With such a chaotic fluctuation, he might be seriously injured and fall to a lower realm.

Two more mountain masters arrived one after another, and the three of them joined forces to suppress the luck and spiritual energy of more than a dozen countries.

"This place is almost becoming a lifeless place, don't let me catch you." The scholar from Yu Pu Realm said in a bad tone.

"Etiquette does not extend to common people, and punishment does not extend to scholars and officials. It's troublesome."

"You've eaten so much holy books that your grandmother has to chew them up."

The two later mountain masters started fighting when they met.

A gentleman from the academy who had tried his best to come here walked away quietly, not wanting to be seen by the three people, which would be disgraceful. After all, the three mountain masters usually taught with the demeanor of gentlemen. In fact, coming here across several countries, each mountain master would inevitably have consumed a lot of spiritual power. Of course, there was no need to mention such things.

At the original site of Moon Watching Mountain, one hundred laurel seeds sprouted, all of which were second-rate ancestral saplings.

The Lord of Yupujing Mountain laughed angrily and said, "Good fellow, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise."

The second mountain master who came secretly took one away. When this thing is planted, it can absorb moonlight day and night and fill the earth with spiritual charm. Where there is spiritual charm, there is spiritual energy, which is similar to the fate and fortune of a cultivator.

"But we can't just leave it alone, otherwise it will be a blessing or a disaster, and maybe it will become the second Guigu Realm."

The three of them looked at the gentleman from the academy in the distance almost at the same time.

"Disciple Hongshan obeys your orders."

A gentleman is generous and generous. He will come forward to take on this matter. It is nothing more than hard work, but it is also a form of cultivation.

……

the next day.

A town at the foot of the Jinwu Palace mountain.

Two people and a dog came out of an abandoned hut outside the town.

The yellow dog patted his chest and said, "I was almost caught. The tea in Gongdelin tastes too bland. I think the tea in the academy is even worse."

The Taoist Taiping was still in shock. In fact, when a great cultivator breaks through a realm, he should report it to the local academy. However, the Sword Immortal Master was not a broken mirror, so it was a confusing matter.

Jiang Yuan looked towards the Jinwu Palace on the distant hilltop.

Ten thousand years ago, the strongest first-generation armor belonged to an armored warrior who was one of the five supreme beings.

The ancient gods used this to imitate three sets of divine armor, which were equal to the four immortal swords. One of them was worn by the general guarding the gate of heaven, who had died in battle and reincarnated.

The third generation consisted of two sets of Jingwei Armor, eight sets of Shenren Chenglu Armor, and nine sets of Jinwu Armor, which were evolved by later military strategists with great effort. Most of them were completely damaged due to various reasons.

Based on these three ancestral armors, the fourth generation of orthodox armor was extended, with various styles and grades.

Among the Golden Crow's ancestral armor, there is a more special one, called the Golden Crow's Warp and Weft Armor. It combines many advantages in one, and is composed of the Golden Crow's corpse and longitude and latitude lines, and is of the rank of immortal weapon.

The sun melts gold, and the defensive power of the armor is needless to say. The longitude and latitude lines are woven together to lock the position, which can definitely help against flying swords, magic, and fists and feet.

In Jiang Yuan's hand, a thread of destiny was burning hot. This was Yaoyao's chance. The opponent's natal flying sword was named "One Sword". If it was combined with the guaranteed hit, the effect would be outstanding.

But the properties of this armor were meaningless to him because he never missed a single blow.

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment, and used the magic machine to split the Golden Crow Armor, and combined it with the Three Mountains and Nine Marquis Mirror and the Demon-Slaying Embroidered Robe. It should be able to be upgraded to the rank of immortal weapon. The remaining Armor can retain the rank of semi-immortal weapon, which can be used to negotiate business with King Zhou later.

Immortal weapons, like important magical weapons, also have three levels.

The lower-level immortal soldiers belong to the guardian soldiers of the immortal realm.

The middle-level immortal soldier is equivalent to the ascending realm.

There are very few upper-level immortal weapons that are equal to giants, including the Four Immortal Swords, the Three Divine Armors, and only a handful of others.

Above the level of semi-immortal soldiers, objects already have spirituality. Whether one can claim ownership and possess it does not depend much on one’s realm but on fate and the great way.

Jiang Yuan released Youbi Shadow God and went to explore the way.

……

The Jinwu Palace is located in the northern part of Yuezhu Kingdom and the southern part of Dagui Dynasty. It has existed for hundreds of years. Although the founder was not a sword immortal in the upper five realms, he had also made a great name for himself in the beginning. But for some reason, he gave up the title of the top guest of Taihui Sword Sect and insisted on leading his family members to the south, and finally chose a place with natural fire essence to build the mountain gate.

Because of the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth that had erupted before and covered more than a dozen countries, the tide of spiritual energy was surging endlessly. This back and forth cycle exposed many important secrets beneath the riverbed.

Around the Jinwu Palace, spiritual energy is retained the most, recovers the fastest, and is even better than before. After the turmoil ends, the sky is filled with bright light.

Wild cultivators and genealogy masters from all directions rushed over to get a piece of the pie. The experienced wild cultivators had already guessed that this was a sign of the emergence of a secret realm.

The so-called secret realm is the fragments that remain after a part of the blessed land in history was broken.

The thirty-six minor caves and seventy-two blessed places are just figurative references to be precise. There are also caves and blessed places that are not in order, but their quality is generally slightly inferior.

In the vast world, there is a group of saints who are responsible for opening up these fragments and returning them to the earth. Another group of saints, led by the Saint of Rites, fight against the remnants of the gods. The last group of saints and the spirits of the dead suppress the sky curtains in various places. In short, everyone has a heavy burden.

Above the Jinwu Palace, a middle-aged man in white clothes flew in from the sky. He had no valuables on him but his sword and wine gourd.

Cen Fengming, the southern sword fairy of Uttarakuru Continent, has never had a fixed place to live. His natal flying sword, Iron Horse Ice River, has great killing power and once killed a great demon Mirage of the Jade Pu Realm in the East China Sea.

Mirage is best at magic, which is a natural disaster for intercontinental ferries. Cen Fengming killed the big monster with great force, and the immortals on the mountains who own ferries along the way more or less remembered the gratitude, because this battle cut off the possibility of this sword immortal to go further.

The sword master lies drunkenly on the flowing clouds.

Cen Fengming gently extended his sword, cut through the sea of ​​clouds and the restrictions of heaven and earth, and sent his only and most valued disciple down to gain experience.

At the same time, a loud sound resounded through heaven and earth.

"He has a treasure that is a treasure that protects the mountain. You can take it if you are below the level of Earth Immortal. If you can kill him, I don't mind accepting him as my disciple. But if an Earth Immortal takes action, don't blame me for bullying the weak."

The wild cultivators and genealogy masters on the earth had different expressions. When they looked up, they saw a young man rolling down the Jinwu Mountain. He had a handsome face and extraordinary bearing. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he was already at the Sea Viewing Realm, and he must be a sword cultivator.

Yu Shen, the potential sword immortal, stood up calmly and walked up the mountain. It was obvious that he was accustomed to his master's temper. He didn't think that anyone could be his opponent in this training. The middle fifth level of earth immortal was a big threshold. Below this level, there was no essential difference for him.

More and more cultivators gathered at Jinwu Mountain, the descendants of the Water Dragon Sect on the coast of Dadu in the central part of Uttarakuru, the son of the leader of the Lei Ze Sect who monopolized a large lake of thunder and lava, and Young Master Yang of the Chongxuan School in the largest dynasty in the central part.

These chosen ones of heaven were originally envoys sent by various forces to visit the Pi Ma Sect. Without the confrontation with the Ghost Valley, the sect headed by three great masters is enough to rank among the top ten in Northern Jambudvīpa. If there is a perfect sword fairy or a great immortal leading the sect, it will undoubtedly be in the top five. Moreover, the Pi Ma Sect is located in the south, so it naturally has the foundation to be a hegemon.

A large number of cultivators entered the Eighteen Peaks of the Jinwu Mountains.

The Jinwu Palace had no intention of activating the mountain protection formation, because it was sure that it could not withstand the siege of the geniuses and protectors. Even if it could maintain a stalemate, there was still a sword immortal in the clouds who was well-known for his killing power.

In the main hall on the top of the mountain, the Lord of the Jinwu Palace and his wife appeared.

After her legitimate son died and the mountain god's father met with an accident, this lady seemed to have behaved much more honestly and no longer killed her maids in the outside sea of ​​clouds as she did before.

"My fellow Taoists, the secret realm is now open, and those who are destined to receive the treasures will obtain them. The Golden Crow Palace will not stop us. The founder chose this place as the top of the mountain. In addition to its profound spiritual charm, it was also due to a Taoist affinity. Today, I am giving it to you. The secret realm has already absorbed enough spiritual energy to land, and the Golden Crow Palace will only charge a symbolic fee of ten snowflake coins."

The Lord of the Jinwu Palace had a kind smile, but in fact he was filled with hatred. After hundreds of years of planning, he still had not been able to open the secret realm. Not only was it because he did not have a direct descendant Nascent Soul sword cultivator with enough killing power to break the restrictions of the secret realm, but also because he did not have enough immortal money. This spiritual energy riot disrupted his orderly plan.

There were voices of ridicule from the crowd. After this incident, the mountain gate was reduced to a tourist attraction. The Jinwu Palace had lost all its reputation and it was likely that it would no longer exist.

In the center of the Jinwu Mountains surrounded by eighteen peaks, a boiling hot lake constantly rises white mist forward.

Thousands of people paid to enter the secret realm, and no one raised any objection. It was only ten snowflake coins, not worth being hated by a Jindan earth immortal. The Lord of the Jinwu Palace was actually quite famous in several surrounding countries, but there were too many big shots here today, and the disappearance of the ghost realm and the riot of spiritual energy brought together countless accidents and strange destinies.

Among the crowd, there was a group of three wild cultivators, who were on guard against each other and it was obvious that they were a temporary group.

The leader was an old man with an immortal look, wearing a very intimidating Taoist robe with eight mysterious but blurry star maps painted on it. The whole body was covered with gilded spots, but in fact, the Taoist robe was just a spiritual weapon.

The person in the middle looks like a thin young man, with a mask covering his face, so his features cannot be seen clearly. He has a common iron sword on his waist, which makes him look a little shabby. He is only wearing the coarse cloth clothes of an ordinary person in the market.

The yellow-robed man at the end of the team had a strong body, and was obviously a sixth-level warrior. He had an awe-inspiring demeanor, and his pair of iron fists were black and blue, but he didn't look like he was born into a powerful family at the foot of the mountain.

The three of them paid the snowflake money and chose a side to walk towards the boiling lake. In the end, the monks and worshippers of the Jinwu Palace also joined in this gluttonous feast. The Jinwu Palace Master and his wife entered together. It was unwise to continue planning for the opportunity of their ancestors, but they could still get the last resources for cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you are a cave sword cultivator, please go first."

The old man in Taoist robe gave up his leading position, leaned over and stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Having barely broken through the middle five realms, how can it help? Taoist Jin, you are joking. Why don't we let Brother Huang go first?"

Jiang Yuan spoke in a humble tone, and at the same time observed the sword fairy in the distant clouds without leaving a trace.

Taking into account the old monster in the dark, without the demon army's layers of wear and tear, if he does not intend to fight to the death, and he has not just broken through, once the Yin God fights with him, he will be seriously injured, but it will be a bit difficult to chase him to death. The biggest chance is to kill him first. Five Flower Armor Swords are equivalent to five moves of the Great Sword Immortal, and it should be almost the same by then. After all, each move gathers hundreds of extremely condensed black sword energy.

Huang Gan, who was at the end, looked down upon the two men and walked straight into the lake from between the two sides, walking together. The old Taoist was indeed an ordinary person, but the young sword cultivator had hidden a little bit of his strength. He might be a sword cultivator who had reached a bottleneck in the Cave Residence Realm.

Jiang Yuan and Jin Daoren looked at each other, without further ado, and took a step forward together. Neither of them was willing to rely on each other, and when they moved forward just now, both sides had staggered a few steps.

(End of this chapter)