Transmigrating into a book: God-level enlightenment, the beginning of the great perfection of divine

After leaving the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Sect, Lin Ze wanted to use the power of destiny to summon the holy soldiers of the Eight Servant Clan directly, so as to take back the attached things of his Eight Desolate Clan and put an end to the matter. But on second thought, the other eight sects are also ancient Taoist traditions passed down from the era of Qing Cang. Even if their inventory of treasures is not as good as the bloodline of the Changhe Sword Sect, it will not be too bad. Although this can't provide much help to Lin Ze now. But a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Moreover, as the formation veins, the eight sects have been given holy weapons by Qing Cang for many years. It is possible that they will have more things about the Eight Servant Clan. It is worth a trip. As soon as he thought of this, Lin Ze's figure dispersed with the wind and turned into green smoke.

Straight to the nearest Cantian Dao Sect.

Cantian Dao Sect.

Lin Ze's figure appeared.

An old man with a fairy-like appearance bowed to Lin Ze, "Cantian Dao Sect Jianghe, meet the Saint Lin!"

The old man named Jianghe was the great sage who was called Lao Jiang in Daojie Mountain.

After paying his respects, Jianghe's heart was full of sighs and sighs.

Back then, he was the high and mighty Mingxuan Great Sage, the leader of the Nine Sects, and the other party was just a genius seed with potential that was still being developed.

He saw him as an elder and senior.

But how long has it been now?

The roles are reversed.

The other party has already soared into the sky, becoming the uncrowned supreme of Tianlan, and achieving the position of the Great Sage!

In front of him, he, Jianghe, the former Mingxuan Great Sage, has become a junior!

Good fortune!

Damn it!

"The purpose of Lin Sheng's visit has been communicated to us by Bansheng."

"He said that the nine sects of Qingyu will fully assist Lin Sheng. Whatever Lin Sheng needs, the nine sects will agree."

"Please take it yourself."

Lin Ze nodded, "Then I will bother you, Sect Master Jiang."

"I dare not, please, Lin Sheng!"

Jiang He didn't say much. After saying "I dare not", he led the way for Lin Ze in front.

It stands to reason that when facing a great saint, Jiang He should have said a few more compliments. What if one of his words touched the heart of the great saint and he got a few words of the great saint's true experience?

The true experience from the great saint, even if it was just one or two words, would be enough for him to benefit endlessly.

If it was someone else, Jiang He would have complimented him a lot.

But facing Lin Ze, Jiang He really couldn't compliment him. He felt uncomfortable!

The scene at Daojie Mountain was still the same as yesterday.

Yesterday's trialist, today's great sage!

... I'll feel better if you can at least delay it for a year or two!

You... don't even act.

Forget it, I still say the same thing.

Damn it!

With Jiang He, the great sage of Ming Xuan, leading the way, no blind creatures came to bump into Lin Ze along the way.

Soon, Lin Ze arrived at the place where the Cantian Dao Sect enshrined the Cantian Sword.

On the enshrinement platform in front of him.

It was still the rusty broken sword.

The rust spots all over the body told of its long past.

And the uneven broken teeth-like gaps told Lin Ze bitterly about the painful past of the Eight Servant Clan!

Perhaps because he had completely awakened the Eight Desolate Bloodline and practiced the secret arts of the Eight Desolate Clan, when he saw the Cantian Sword again, Lin Ze felt inexplicably close and could sense the long-standing story that the Cantian Sword told him.

Seeing this, Lin Ze sighed slightly in his heart.

Then, he grasped the hilt of the Cantian Sword.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

Buzz...

The moment Lin Ze grasped the Cantian Sword, a wonderful wave instantly spread across the sword!

That was the throbbing of blood connection!

Then,

Spider-web-like cracks burst out on the sword.

Bang!

The cracks exploded!

The Cantian Sword was washed clean of all its luster, and the rust spots were removed, revealing its peerless divine edge hidden under the rust spots!

Clang——

The loud sword sound tore through the sky and split the earth, piercing through the clouds and breaking through the sky!

The shadow of a broken sword that spanned the entire world appeared between heaven and earth, announcing its return.

After a long time, it returned to calm.

In the Cantian Dao Sect.

Jiang He widened his eyes at the changes in the Cantian Sword.

"This..."

Is there such a change in the Cantian Sword?

Having controlled the Cantian Sword for many years, they, the Cantian Dao Sect, have studied this holy weapon.

But after studying it over and over again, the Cantian Sword has always remained the same, and has never shown any other appearance to anyone.

Now that it has been washed away and revealed its peerless sharpness, Jiang

This is the first time that He has seen it in his life!

So, who is the leader of the Cantian Dao Sect?

Jiang He's mouth twitched, and he was about to say something but stopped.

He knew that since the Semi-Saint had asked Lin Ze to take the Holy Weapon away.

There must be some deep reasons that he didn't know.

Then there are some things that he shouldn't ask or know.

He could only suppress all his questions in his heart.

Lin Ze took back the Cantian Sword, and the Eight Desolate Bloodline in his body seemed to have gained a little bit of supplement and enhancement to regain its glory.

Although this little bit of supplement and enhancement is not much, for an existence at his level, it is precious to have a little progress.

Then what's next...

Next.

Lin Ze soaked in the library of the Cantian Dao Sect.

After reading the Cantian Dao Sect, he went to the Yin-Yang Xuanmen to take back the Holy Weapon and look at the Yin-Yang Xuanmen's collection.

This cycle lasted for several days...

...

Hua Guang Realm.

Wutong finally decided to look for the Feng Yuan left by her brother.

She was ashamed of her foolish guesses a few days ago.

After all, Lin Ze had already become a saint and was already the uncrowned king of Tianlan. With his realm and strength, how could he covet a small Feng Yuan?

Alas, it was in vain to be on guard and waste some time in vain.

Speeding all the way.

Wutong finally arrived at the place where Feng Yuan fell that year based on the original impression and the weak blood perception.

"It should be here, right."

Wutong frowned and searched for the lost Feng Yuan in the dense forest.

"But why is the blood perception so weak?"

"This is impossible."

Wutong looked at the lush greenery in the forest again.

A piece of vitality!

This made Wutong feel even more weird.

The Phoenix Yuan is like fire. If the place where it fell is not barren, it should be withered and yellow. How can it be green and lush like the Phoenix Yuan?

But the bloodline induction is clearly here!

The Phoenix Yuan must have appeared here!

Wutong was confused.

... Forget it, let's go there according to the bloodline's guidance.

She frowned and searched around in the forest.

Finally, she finally found the place where the Phoenix Yuan fell on a cliff!

This cliff corresponds to the opposite bank of the mountain. The mountains are winding and it looks like they were originally one, but were forcibly separated by some force.

Looking down, a huge valley appeared in front of Wutong!

This valley has a unique appearance and is angular. It looks like some huge creature has been lying there.

The cross section is charred, as if it has been burned by a fire!

"Could it be..."

Wu Tong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly rose to the sky, looking down at the shape of the deep valley.

It was a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly...

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