Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 601 Refining
There was a sound of metal clashing suddenly, and then the flames were seen like a fire tornado, sweeping continuously under the overflowing terrifying air waves, turning into a terrifying fire tornado that connected the sky and the earth, and kept shaking above the top of the volcano.

The astonishing heat emitted was so great that the area within a hundred miles of the volcano began to quickly turn into barren land.

Seeing that the Xianjian Sword emitted a ray of sword energy and then stood still, Wen Lianggong knew better and did not move forward. He glanced at the extremely deep sword mark on the iron rod, which almost cut the rod in half. Fortunately, it did not cut in half.

He activated the ever-changing runes and used his great magic power to force out the sword energy. After it recovered, he looked at the cloud pattern on the head of the stick and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and saw that the Xianjian Sword was still stuck diagonally in the ground.

A single immortal sword is basically of the level of an innate treasure. If four swords are gathered together, they will be of the level of a top-grade chaotic spiritual treasure with incredible power, and can truly destroy the world.

How to get it?
He could feel the roar of heaven and earth. He was attracting the attention of the Heavenly Dao because he had used his magical powers. If this lasted too long, he was afraid that something terrible would happen.

Even the revival of Sage Tongtian is not impossible.

Wen Lianggong felt ruthless in his heart. He had the ability of three heads and six arms, which could be worth three lives. It would be a waste of such a magical sword that was now ownerless if he just gave it up.

He immediately took a step forward, and the protective spiritual light spread out, and the surrounding flames were pushed away invisibly.

Wen Lianggong stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Xian Sword.

Clang!
The sound of a sword resounded through the sky, and the sword energy tore through everything.

The sky, the world, and the four seas were all filled with the sound of sword.

An ancient and vast aura accompanied by an incomparably terrifying sword intent illuminated the sky, whistling and flowing.

In an instant, even the heaven and earth that were boiling because of Wen Lianggong's use of magic power seemed to be completely suppressed by this moment.

Everything is silent, only the aura of this sword fills everything, suppressing all living things in the world!
In addition to those places with strange sights and phenomena that can produce invisible fluctuations
Countless people looked up at the sky, and were horrified when they saw this scene. Being touched by this breath was like being burned by flames, and they were hurt from the inside out.

Especially the bald giant standing outside the flames, how could he not understand in his heart that this earth-shattering vision was caused by the mysterious powerful man.

As soon as that person entered the flames, everything turned upside down. How could it be such a coincidence?

This sword energy is so powerful that it can easily shock the world.

Under the revelation of this sword aura, the bald giant felt his soul trembling all over and he could hardly control himself, causing his body to show signs of disintegration.

He had to retreat again and again.

Before, the giant thought that he had trained hard and his body was constantly breaking through, so he was no longer afraid of any attack in the world. He believed that he was invincible and could suppress all the strong men in the world. But compared to this moment, the world was eclipsed by this strange sight.

terror!
Great horror!
There actually are such terrifying people in the world. He searched all over the world for immortals and asked for the way, but all was in vain. But today he met a real person.

At this moment, Wen Lianggong, who was holding the Xianjian Sword inside, felt extremely uncomfortable.

The moment he grasped it, a prompt popped up in his field of vision, and the Xianjian Sword began to vibrate rapidly. The next moment, infinite sword energy burst out from this ancient long sword.

The sword energy should be like the vast ocean, vast and majestic, and boundless.

The sharpness and ferocity contained within it is rarely seen in the world.

Only this kind of extreme and murderous power is qualified to kill the life of a saint and behead a saint. Watching the arm holding the Xianjian sword gradually dry up, the life force in it was being annihilated by the Xianjian sword energy.

But Wen Lianggong was not panicked, instead he felt relieved.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, the Xianjian Sword, which seemed to have experienced endless years and had been releasing its power, was finally trapped in the great tomb of the present world. With the power extracted by the real world, its power dropped extremely much, and even he, a Golden Immortal, could not break free.

Good, good, good!
Only then did Wen Lianggong have the energy to look at the information that appeared in his field of vision.

'You obtain the Xianjian Sword, gain 100 mythical auras, skill points +100'

One hundred points?!
Wen Lianggong was filled with great joy. It turned out that high risk brings high returns. If he just stood outside and watched, how could he get such a profit?

With just these 100 skill points, Wen Lianggong would feel it was worth it even if he used the Xianjian now.

However, having come to this point, Wen Lianggong naturally would not let go easily, as he was far from reaching his limit.

Wen Lianggong immediately activated his magic power and his blood circulated. The vitality that had been extinguished by the Xianjian sword began to recover rapidly at this moment, and he got into a tug-of-war with the Xianjian sword.

What comforted Wen Lianggong was that the true saint-level sword energy, and even the sword energy of the Daluo level, was no longer able to burst out by the Xianjian Sword.

With his current level of indestructible golden body that has broken through the limit, plus the Eight-Nine Profound Arts, as well as the characteristics accumulated on his body during his practice, the strength of his body is far beyond the imagination of any Golden Immortal of the same level.

What's more, there is the Golden Immortal Avenue that Mingxiao had given him before. Although he had not practiced it particularly deeply, it still allowed him to further enhance his strength.

The unusual movement of the Xianjian Sword ultimately suppressed the risk of Wen Lianggong activating his magic power and suffering the punishment of heaven and earth.

When he forcibly pulled out the Xianjian Sword, the earth shook and the entire Lihuo Mountain collapsed and sank like a dragon turning over.

Wen Lianggong would naturally not let Xianjian stay in its own "dojo". This place was his home ground. If he were to engage in a tug-of-war with Xianjian here, it would be disadvantageous to him.

The best way is of course to get out of the real world, but Wen Lianggong doesn't know how to do it now. This small world has closed the exit to the present world. If he wants to leave, he may have to use the Xianjian Sword in his hand.

It can be said that no matter whether he wanted to go out, to find the sage's law, or for this sword that had greatly damaged its power, its fundamental grade was still that of an innate treasure.

As long as it is refined and nurtured, this peerless fierce sword can naturally return to its peak.

He dragged the Xianjian forward with all his might and took a step forward, heading towards a canyon a thousand miles away.

Wen Lianggong had no time to observe his surroundings, as his vast and powerful magic power was madly pouring into the Xianjian Sword at this moment.

At this moment, the Xianjian Sword no longer had the mark of the saint. It was just an ownerless sword. However, the sword spirit was struggling, and because its power was greatly reduced, it could only be like this.

Wen Lianggong naturally would not easily let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

January, March, a year...

It was not until nearly a hundred years later that Wen Lianggong looked at the Xianjian Sword tightly held in his hand, with an expression of ecstasy.

(End of this chapter)