Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 57 Iron Sword Gate, Iron Tree Heart!

Wen Lianggong's eyes widened as he looked at Tie Shuxin, who quickly turned into a pile of bones. His body, which was originally more than six meters tall, quickly shrank to only two meters in size.

After staring blankly for a while, Wen Lianggong rubbed his hands and stared at the bones in front of him, praying in his heart that there were still memory fragments of Tie Shuxin on the bones. Otherwise, Buzhou's swordsmanship would be perfect due to its incompleteness. I'm afraid it will also be greatly reduced in power.

With Tie Shuxin's level of strength, and after so many years of accumulation, even though he had just died, there would definitely be a mark on him.

Just now, Tie Shuxin clearly wanted to say something, but he couldn't even come up with a breath. He wouldn't be willing to die. He would definitely do it!

I muttered in my heart.

After making sure that there was no danger around, Wen Lianggong burst out with iron-grinding energy to drive Qi and blood while fighting Tieshuxin, and the Qi and blood emitted from his body like an oven. At the same time, Tieshuxin itself exuded an extremely faint divine power, making those things just Dare to watch from a distance.

After all, Iron Tree Heart was made into a statue. Although it was miserable, worshiping it day and night would naturally give rise to an aura that was not like a mortal.

Although Wen Lianggong noticed it, he didn't bother to pay attention to it. If these sneaky things could give him some proficiency in skills, Wen Lianggong would definitely kill everyone on sight. By then, he would be synonymous with pursuing them.

It's a pity that as his energy and blood become stronger and his strength gradually increases, the weak and strange monsters don't dare to get too close to him. At the same time, they can't gain the corresponding proficiency by killing him.

Somewhat thankless.

The body's fiery qi, blood, and yang energy are naturally designed to restrain these things.

The stronger the Qi and blood, the lower the probability of encountering Yin evil.

Wen Lianggong didn't bother to pay attention. In this place, these things were endlessly killing them.

The follow-up to complementing the poor swordsmanship is now!

Praying with a little anxiety in my heart, I stretched out my hand and gently touched some of the iron tree heart's bones.

‘I found a piece of incomplete memory, do you want to read it? ’

Wen Lianggong was overjoyed and did not rush to read it immediately. Instead, he collected Tie Shuxin's bones and found an abandoned house. After feeling that it was a relatively safe place, he silently read and confirmed it.

……

"Master of the Iron Sword Sect, Iron Tree Heart?"

A slightly old voice sounded in front of Wen Lianggong. He looked up and saw a tall and thin man in gorgeous clothes with several ring-shaped incantations engraved on them. He was slowly rising and falling in mid-air. The majestic old man in white.

Although Wen Lianggong thought it looked familiar and was very similar to Taoist talismans, it was actually different in nature.

Seeing Wen Lianggong looking up at him, a smile appeared on the old man's face, his eyes looked down, as if he were looking at ants, with a hint of charity in his tone, he said lightly: "If you surrender to me and become my slave, I will spare you the chance to kill him." The sins of my disciples from the Changsheng Sect.”

Wen Lianggong looked at the Long Yuan sword in his hand as if he hadn't heard anything. The clothes on his body had already torn apart in the battle. He was standing on the ground in ragged clothes. Although there were no scars on his body, there were scratches and scratches on his body, and he could feel the experience he had just experienced. What a dangerous battle.

The Iron Sword Sect where he was was already a pile of ruins. All his disciples were dead, broken corpses were everywhere, and the blood was almost staining the gaps in the stone slabs red.

The tragic scene made him feel sad and angry for no reason.

This is the instinctive reaction of Tie Shuxin's physical memory.

What concerned Wen Lianggong the most was Tie Shuxin's amazing physique that had been tempered to the extreme.

The skin and flesh are like armor, the ribs are ribs and tendons, and the fascia covers the body. Apart from the fact that the Qi training has not yet been completed, the iron tree heart has already reached the ultimate state of perfection in the muscles, bones and skin of the external training.

His body, or rather Tie Shuxin's body, has long been transcendent. He has shed his mortal body and reached a state that is unimaginable to ordinary people. His body has been reorganized and transformed, and it has become inhuman as it continues to advance.

This is why the Iron Sword Sect can be ranked among the first-class sects. He himself is a walking first-class sect.

This kind of strength has far exceeded the Li Jianxin seen in the memory fragments at that time, reaching an incredible level.

In this way, the old man had some scruples, or the greed in his eyes, and persuaded him with words. In the old man's mind, such persuasion was already very low-status.

Most of the people on the ground were disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, and a very few were disciples of the Changsheng Sect like the old man, who were dressed in fine clothes and lying motionless in a pool of blood.

Seeing that Wen Lianggong was silent and just looking around, seeing his eyes scanning the disciples around him, a hint of mockery appeared on the old man's face.

"If you are not strong enough, you will die if you die. There are so many mortals in the world. There are countless people with strong bones and talents. You should be free to choose. If you surrender, it will take a few years to make the Iron Sword Sect prosperous again. Otherwise, Today you, the Iron Sword Sect, are the last to be crowned.”

The old man's tone didn't even have any threatening meaning. He was just talking about things in a simple and flat manner, just like crushing an ant to death. There was nothing commendable about it.

"why?"

"Huh?" Hearing Wen Lianggong's question, the old man was a little surprised and said, "Why?"

"Why do you want to destroy the Iron Sword Sect?"

The old man said matter-of-factly: "The spiritual veins of this place are gathered together, and a warrior like you is occupying it. He is squandering natural resources. It is fitting that a virtuous man should live there."

The law of the jungle, where the weak prey on the strong, was deeply engraved in the bones of this old man.

Wen Lianggong stopped talking, feeling sad for Tieshu in his heart. The sect was destroyed by the Immortal Changsheng Sect, and he was even crowned as a virtuous person. Such words were natural to the other party's concept.

Affected by the memory fragments, murderous intent arose in his heart for no reason. The energy and blood in his body that had been silent began to become active rapidly. Finally, a strange phenomenon of blood and energy was formed above his head, soaring hundreds of feet into the sky.

He stopped talking, stepped on his feet, and the ground beneath his feet exploded instantly. Countless earth and rocks flew away, and people flew towards him like lightning, flying between the lightning and flint.

Its speed had already broken through the sound barrier, but under the powerful grinding force that spread all over the body, it didn't even make any sonic boom screams.

In an instant, Wen Lianggong rushed to the old man.

The dragon's abyss was stretched out in his hand, and the sound of tearing in the sky suddenly arose, and the sonic boom that penetrated the sound at a high speed was like a series of firecrackers exploding intensively.

The extremely powerful iron-grinding energy was poured into Longyuan Sword from the body, and a black iron-colored sword agang visible to the naked eye was attached to the sword's edge.

It seems that even a mountain in front of it can be cut into a ray of sky with this sword.

The old man's face remained unchanged, he pinched his sword and waved it, and a slender flying sword like a seedling suddenly appeared behind him. Following the old man's sword movement, the flying sword split into eight parts instantly, and then turned into green light, flying in all directions. Attack Wen Lianggong.

Amidst the sonorous explosions, countless sounds of gold and iron echoed across the sky, shattering the sky.

The azure flying sword that flew towards him could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure under his continuous slashes, and flew backwards with most of its spirituality lost.

(Sorry, I’m busy today, so I’m a little late)

(End of this chapter)