Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 393 Give it to me!
This black and white pattern is divided with Wen Liang Gong as the center. It rotates slowly, with Yin and Yang chasing each other and evolving into each other, as if infinite truths are evolving in it.

Immediately, Wen Lianggong snapped his fingers again.

hum!
The sound of the sword was like the sound of a piano, and then the sword light rose into the sky like a bright white moon, turning into silver dragons that meandered up and continued to circle around him.

With a flick of his finger, the inspiration in the magic sword was transmitted out and transformed into a bright sword light, lingering around Wen Lianggong. The sword light was so sharp that Yang Jiao couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

This person didn't look like someone who had just entered the realm of perfection of a True Immortal. His magic power was at will, his consciousness was at will, and he could even draw out all the spiritual power in the immortal sword with a casual wave of his finger, turning his body into an ordinary sword. Even he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

At the same time, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. It seemed that Wen Lianggong was not so easy to control.

After doing all this, Wen Lianggong, seemingly unaware of anything, raised his head with a smile.

"Marshal, how about this sword?"

Yang Jiao was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"A small magical power, the art of controlling soldiers, but I didn't expect you to be able to master this magical power."

Wen Lianggong praised: "The Marshal is indeed well-informed, but the military control technique I have practiced is incomplete. I wonder if the Marshal has a complete method of practice?"

Yang Jiao said coldly: "Hand over your treasures, and I will grant you twenty first-class military merits, which you can redeem in the war merit book."

"Twenty?"

Wen Lianggong clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Marshal is generous, but..."

He changed the subject: "Now that the Marshal has walked out of the Battle Merit Hall, with a body of a remnant soul, he has boosted his aura to evolve into the peak power to move forward. I am afraid that he has been separated from the Battle Merit Book. If I go to refine it, shouldn't these spells belong to me?"

After a pause, Wen Lianggong's eyes were deep, and he said with a hint of mischief: "Why don't you tell me the great magical power and the law of celestial phenomena, and I will give it to you."

Yang Jiao was also angered by Wen Lianggong's shameless words, which could be said to be taking advantage of others. His laughter was like thunder, and even caused the big stars on the edge of the Milky Way not far away to flicker and shake.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

Moreover, what made Yang Jiao's heart surge with murderous intent was that Wen Lianggong actually revealed his current state in one sentence. Seeing the other party's confident look, Yang Jiao knew that he still had to fight to see the real result.

However, just as he was about to move, he saw the sword light surrounding Wen Lianggong suddenly rise up and fly towards him.

The sword light was like a dragon, and in an instant it dragged a very beautiful stream of light in the deep night sky, pulling a scorching tail that even slightly distorted the space, and suddenly it had reached Yang Jiao's eyebrows.

Compared with the huge face that blocked out the sky and the sun, this sword is even finer than an embroidery needle.

Although not as powerful as the Fairy's Appearance in the Sky, the sword light condensed to the extreme and the sword intent transformed from yin and yang are more dazzling.

As the sword moved, Wen Lianggong activated the art of controlling weapons. In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of long swords ringing in unison in the Tianhe Palace. Soon, they were forcibly activated by the art of controlling weapons. From all directions, long swords, some rotten, some ancient, and some bright, flew out from every corner of the palace.

What accompanied it was the howling of those corrupt heavenly soldiers.

After all, his weapon was flown away for no reason, and everyone would howl.

Those countless long swords quickly gathered together and turned into a river of swords, like a river in the sky flowing backwards, rushing straight forward along with the dazzling sword intent.

Yang Jiao's eyes were filled with shock and anger, as he had never expected that Wen Lianggong had cultivated his minor magical power of wielding weapons to such a level that he could even summon the immortal sword and create a rain of swords.

It was also thanks to the fact that the heavenly soldiers and generals in this area had lost their intelligence, and their weapons could only be controlled by Wen Lianggong, otherwise they would not have been able to create such a loud commotion.

The next moment, the sword rain was seen flowing down and slamming into the brow of the immortal face transformed by Yang Jiao. The Yin-Yang sword intent that took the lead turned into a stream of light and penetrated it in an instant. The sword rain that followed was like a torrent, baptizing it madly.

In the deep space, the immortal face formed by the interweaving of immortal light and auspiciousness had slowly dimmed and completely disappeared. Seeing this scene, Wen Lianggong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This Yang Jiao was not able to master the Art of Heaven and Earth, or it could be said that he was limited by his own strength. As he was originally a celestial being, it should be natural for him to perform the Art of Heaven and Earth.

But his own strength had fallen to the level of True Immortal perfection, and it was somewhat difficult for him to display his power, to the point that he only had a head but no body.

Now that it has been displayed, one has to hold his nose and show it to save face.

If an ordinary True Immortal saw this scene, he would lose the desire to fight, but Wen Lianggong saw it clearly.

It's just a fake shell and is of little use.

Yang Jiao's use of the Fa Tian Xiang Di method was a complete insult to this method.

When the sky was clear and the earth was bright, Yang Jiao's "immortal appearance" completely collapsed, and the spiritual sword light that was transformed by the immortal sword that Wen Lianggong forcibly extracted also flowed back upstream, and disappeared into the long sword across his knees like a young swallow flying into the forest.

However, the moment the sword energy that Wen Lianggong forcibly extracted entered the sword, countless cracks appeared on the sword body, and then it broke into pieces, turned into powder and was blown away by the wind.

"..."

Looking at the little bit of dust still on the palm of his hand, Wen Lianggong was a little stunned. Is it gone just like that?

This immortal sword is too durable.

Even if it was a sword of the lowest grade, its material wouldn't break after being hit by myself like that.

Serious cutting of corners!
Suddenly, Wen Lianggong had an idea. He shook his hands and stood up, holding the Tianhe Spear in his hand.

Look towards the direction of the War Hall.

Fa Tian Xiang Di was broken by his sword, and Yang Jiao, who was angry and humiliated, would never give up.

The opponent has already walked out of the Battle Hall and even used secret techniques to burn his residual soul to the limit state. Naturally, he will not give up.

This is a case of either success or death!
Wen Lianggong narrowed his eyes slightly. Yang Jiao wanted to occupy his body and use it as a boat to resist the world.

No matter whether the boat is suitable or not, you have to have it first, so that you can have time to breathe and work slowly.

In his body, the blazing magic power of the perfect True Immortal realm flowed through his limbs and bones, carefully brewing in every tiny part of his flesh and blood body.

As one becomes a True Immortal, magical power is no longer confined to the meridians, but flows through the flesh, blood, fascia, and even the smallest cellular level.

Magical power nourishes the body from the most fundamental and original place, and then feeds back to refine the soul.

This cycle repeats itself and grows stronger.

And around him, a little bit of fairy spirit appeared out of thin air and was absorbed into his body.

Wen Lianggong took a deep breath. After reaching the perfect state of True Immortal, he finally "captured" the hidden immortal spirit.

It’s just too difficult, just like constantly ascending in dimension in the spirit state, constantly heading towards the deepest level of the inner world.

If the mythological world is the standard first-level inner world, then the world level with hidden fairy spirit is on the sixth level.

It's still too much of a stretch right now.

(Thanks to Taishangfu Jian Feidao for the reward, thank you all for your support, thank you all, thank you very much for supporting the author, there will be a new development in the plot later, I hope you will like it)
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