Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 12 Divine Sword

The spiritual energy in Ye Xiaochuan's body was flowing wildly, making him miserable. Even in a coma, he still had a painful expression.

When the dark blue light emitted from the mysterious ancient sword merged into his body, the pain gradually got better.

This time I was in coma for a full night. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My neck felt itchy and there was a gurgling sound in my ears.

He touched his nose and muttered: "Don't make trouble, let me sleep a little longer..."

Before he finished speaking, he sat up as if he had been struck by lightning. His hands immediately touched his body, and there were no missing arms or legs.

A careful look showed that the meridians in the body were intact as before, and the true spiritual energy was flowing slowly in the meridians like a trickling stream.

"Huh? What's going on? I remember going crazy, but nothing seemed to happen. Could it be that I was dreaming last night?"

He looked around suspiciously, and when he turned his head, he saw a huge head right behind him. He was not mentally prepared and immediately screamed in fright.

The Gulu bird was frightened by his sudden scream. It flapped its wings and flew up, and a few beautiful feathers fell from the air.

Ye Xiaochuan slapped his chest and cursed loudly: "Stinky bird, you almost scared me to death! I have to kill you for tooth beating today!"

After saying that, he stood up, grabbed a stone, and threw it at the grunt bird hovering in the air.

The grunt bird fluttered its wings and dodged lightly, making a grunting sound in its mouth, as if it was mocking Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan was furious and bent down to pick up the stone again. Unexpectedly, when he bent down and stretched out his hand, he saw a very clumsy cyan sword at his feet, with a blade over three feet long and covered with inscriptions.

As he bent down and stretched out his hand, the strange long sword at his feet suddenly trembled.

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned, and his mind almost went blank. The next moment he saw the hilt of the ancient sword clearly. It seemed to be the weird hilt that he had buckled off the stone wall yesterday.

He clearly remembered that what he threw away yesterday was a sword hilt. After only one night, the sword hilt grew into a sword body on its own?

At that moment, he clearly saw the mysterious ancient sword under his feet trembling. Could it be that he was dazzled? Could it be that in the past few hundred years, no one has ever looked at the wall and thought about something unclean on the cliff?

This thought passed quickly, and he suddenly thought of an even more bizarre and absurd idea. In order to verify his idea, he moved his right index finger slightly, and almost at the same time, the ancient sword under his feet really trembled with a buzzing sound.

Ye Xiaochuan's expression changed instantly, and he suddenly felt that there was a mysterious and subtle connection between himself and the mysterious ancient sword at his feet, and there was a feeling of being connected by flesh and blood.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he still kept the weird look of bending over and reaching out to pick up stones. After about ten breaths, he suddenly waved his hand, and the ancient sword on the ground bounced off the ground with a whooshing sound. He stood up, and at the same time, a faint dark green luster emanated from the sword.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan felt that the ancient sword was like his own arm. Following his thoughts, the ancient sword flew rapidly through the air.

After a full stick of incense time passed, Ye Xiaochuan grasped the hilt of the ancient sword. When he took the divine sword, the feeling of flesh and blood was even more intense.

He finally realized an important problem.

"I have reached the fifth level of object control!"

His arrogant shouts echoed on the cliff behind the mountain. He was excited, excited, proud, and also had a hint of vulgarity and arrogance!

The fifth level of object control is the realm that cultivators dream of. Once you reach this level, you can fly with a sword, travel thousands of miles a day, travel around the nine heavens, and be free in the world...

Ye Xiaochuan didn't have the slightest psychological preparation, and suddenly reached the fifth level. He was so proud that he hugged the blue ancient sword and danced on the cliff, jumping and falling. He was so in love that he kissed the ancient sword's hand deeply. The sword struck more than ten times.

From this moment on, Ye Xiaochuan knew very well that he would officially join the ranks of cultivators! If you practice hard on the ancient classics on the stone wall, you will definitely become a blockbuster.

At that time, fairies, money, houses... everything that you lack will come to you like tides and waves!

The grunt bird squatted on the crooked old pine tree on the edge of the cliff, its eyes rolling, looking at the young man dancing on the cliff below, holding the ancient sword, touching and kissing it, and seemed to be thinking, this boy is Not crazy?

"Wow!"

At this moment, an excited scream sounded, and Ye Xiaochuan was seen stepping on the fairy sword and flying straight into the sky. The strong wind blew his hair and clothes, and he was so powerful that he looked down on the world and looked down upon the sky.

"boom!"

"Ouch!"

Ye Xiaochuan flew with a sword for the first time. He flew less than three feet, failed to control the direction, and hit a stone wall. He and the sword fell hard to the cliff, and he was knocked to pieces.

He got up with a groan and looked around with a stern look, fearing that someone would see his embarrassment.

After a while, he picked up the fairy sword and muttered: "It seems that I have to practice flying with the sword recently, otherwise I won't make people laugh?"

He ate the breakfast brought by the Grunt and sent it away.

Ye Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on the cliff, looking at the mysterious ancient sword with admiration. Suddenly, he discovered that there were two small ancient seal characters on the sword near the hilt. After careful identification, he actually recognized these two words.

"Wufeng?"

He said to himself: "Could it be that the name of this immortal sword is Wufeng? The name is quite appropriate."

He remembered that when he found the hilt in the groove of the stone wall yesterday, there was indeed no sword body and sword edge. Until now, he still didn't understand why the hilt turned into a complete immortal sword after only one night.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly had an idea and said to himself: "Is this Wufeng magic sword different from ordinary immortal swords? Can the sword body be retracted and extended autonomously?"

He recalled the way of controlling the sword that his master Zui Daoren had taught him over the years, and his mind slowly penetrated into the Wufeng sword. The feeling of blood connection made him almost think that the Wufeng ancient sword had become a part of his body.

"Put away the sword!"

He shouted softly.

As his thoughts moved, the Wufeng ancient sword flashed with green light, and the sword body immediately disappeared without a trace, leaving only an ancient and clumsy hilt in his hand.

Ye Xiaochuan was not surprised, but jumped up and shouted: "Draw out the sheath!"

Swoosh!

Green light shone, and the sword that had mysteriously disappeared suddenly reappeared in an instant.

"I'm rich!"

Ye Xiaochuan's excited scream went straight to the sky, and it lasted for a long time. Perhaps the scream was too harsh and obscene, and it scared away a group of birds that were nesting around the stone wall.