The Earth Is My Dantian

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The old man fell into memory, as if he had recalled a good thing, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"A long, long time ago, there were not as many practitioners in this universe as there are today. I was a young novice at the time. Later, the Buddhist hall was smashed up, and I started wandering, wandering from place to place." The old man said. .

Ye Sheng looked at the old man silently. The old man's expression did not show the sadness of being displaced, nor the fear and resentment towards life. What he had was only gratitude and excitement.

"After three months of wandering, I met my teacher." The old man finally explained the reasons for his happiness.

"Who is your teacher?" Ye Sheng asked curiously.

"He is an invincible hero, the founder of the immortal way, the founder of the immortal garden, and a peerless genius." The old man said excitedly and proudly.

Ye Sheng blinked and said in surprise, "Immortal King!"

The old man's teacher turned out to be the Immortal King, which was beyond Ye Sheng's expectations. He never thought that the old man would have something to do with the Immortal King.

The Immortal King's disciples were all very powerful, thinking that the old man had easily burned the Chaos Emperor, Ye Sheng couldn't help but believe it.

The old man was deeply moved: "The teacher is a genius, with a peerless beauty. I am a first-order ordinary person with no merits, and I was accepted by the teacher. To me, this is simply a big dream. I dare not even think about it."

"Being under the teacher's school, I practiced hard, comprehended various laws, and improved myself. Finally, I found the most suitable direction for me, forging swords." The old man said softly.

"So, you are the Immortal King's disciple, learning to forge swords, what about after that?" Ye Sheng asked.

"The next step is to concentrate on practice, study hard, discuss with the master, and conceive. With the help of the master, I developed a peerless sword formation, attacking Wushuang. But before I put this idea into reality, the teacher had an accident It's gone." The old man's face changed, and he said angrily.

"The Immortal King conquers the Nine Heavens?" Ye Sheng guessed.

The Immortal King amazed the world in the early stage, created the immortal way, established the Immortal Court, and wanted everyone to have a way to rise. As long as they practice hard, they can enter the Immortal Court. This is a great idea.

But the later Immortal King did a great thing.

The Immortal King cut down the Nine Heavens!

No one knows why, the Immortal King attacked Nine Heavens and never appeared again.

Some people say that the Immortal King is dead.

Some people say that the Immortal King is still alive.

It was also said that the Immortal King was suppressed.

There are many theories, but they are all speculations. No one has seen the Immortal King.

Even within the Immortal Courtyard, it fell apart and divided into several camps. Some wanted to avenge the Immortal King, some wanted to recuperate, and some even wanted to split the Immortal Courtyard...

The accusations and entanglement of these people caused no one to investigate the whereabouts of the Immortal King.

Over time, the fairy king has become a legend, and the fairy king's defeat of the nine heavens is a story in the legend.

But Ye Sheng had practiced the Immortal King's Nine Heavens Slaying, and he saw the tragic figure of the Immortal King and the giant axe of the Immortal King with his own eyes.

So Ye Sheng knew that the fairy king's defeat of the Nine Heavens was not a rumored story.

The old man nodded and said: "Even if the Immortal King cut down on Jiutian, it is not for no reason. Before the teacher decided to cut down on Jiutian, we had a feeling. It seems that the teacher is going to do something big. This big thing is very dangerous. We can't do it." Don’t go, I once begged the teacher, can you not go? Or wait for ten thousand years, I will cast my own sword and go.”

The old man said dejectedly: "But the teacher rejected me, so he went anyway. Once he goes, he just won't return it."

"Is the Immortal King Fa Nine Heavens a member of the Chaos Clan?" Ye Sheng asked.

"Yes, the teacher hit the ancestral land of the Chaos Clan, not simply outside, and was besieged in the ancestral land of the Chaos Clan. Unfortunately, he was suppressed." The old man nodded.

"Wait a minute, are you saying that the Immortal King was only suppressed, not dead?" Ye Sheng suddenly said in surprise, he always thought that the Immortal King had passed away. No news at all.

Now the old man said that the Immortal King was not dead, but was suppressed in the ancestral land of the Chaos Clan,

It's amazing.

The old man was proud and a little sad and said to Ye Sheng: "My teacher is a real genius, an outstanding person in the world. It was the birth of this era that pointed out that the Chaos tribe is ready to transform according to their wishes, and no longer let this era grow wildly. It is my teacher. With his own strength, he delayed the time at the beginning of the era."

"My teacher created the Immortal Dao outside, left a fire for this world, and then entered the ancestral land of the Chaos Clan alone, oppressing the ancestors of the Chaos Clan, and not allowing them to leave the ancestral land, this gave this era a breathing time, Continue to grow savagely, instead of transforming according to the wishes of the Chaos race." The old man said proudly.

"Is the Immortal King so powerful?" Ye Sheng was shocked. He blocked the Chaos Clan's idea of ​​reforming the era with his own power, provoked them in the ancestral land of the Chaos Clan, and finally did not die, but was suppressed. This is too terrifying.

"The teacher is very powerful, very powerful, very powerful." The old man said several times in succession, obviously he didn't know how strong the teacher was.

"So, what does all this have to do with you?" Ye Sheng asked.

The old man thought for a while and said, "I'm going to save the teacher."

Ye Sheng's expression changed, and he said, "Did you save it?"

"No, nine days after my teacher cut me down, I frantically forged the sword formation that I discussed with my teacher at the beginning. After spending countless resources and traveling all over the universe, I finally succeeded in casting it. But at the time, I thought I was as strong as my teacher. , so take this forged sword array and go to the ancestral land of the Chaos Race." The old man shook his head, his face full of curtains.

"You failed?" Ye Sheng guessed the ending from the old man's face.

"Yes, I failed. I persisted in the ancestral land of the Chaos Clan for three years. With the sword array I forged, I killed all directions, but I was also injured. I exchanged injuries for injuries. I couldn't hold on soon, and finally in the In the end, I shattered the four swords, leaving only one formation, and let it leave with a touch of my soul, and died in the ancestral land of the Chaos Clan." The old man said calmly.

Ye Sheng's eyes widened, not daring to say anything: "So you are now a ghost after death?"

The old man nodded and said: "Wen raised for millions of years to have the current strength, but it can't be maintained for a long time, so I want to recast the four broken swords. Thousands of years of accumulation, more perfect and tyrannical, plus sacrificing an emperor, these are the four swords of Zhuxian in my ideal."

Ye Sheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he completely remembered why the sword hanging in front of the fairy court felt familiar to him when he came.

It turned out that the four swords cast by the old man were the four swords in the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Ye Sheng had seen the formation diagram of Zhuxian Sword Formation before. In the Valley of Burial Soldiers, the formation diagram gave birth to its own spiritual wisdom, had its own wisdom, lived alone for a long time, but lacked four swords.

Now its owner has completed four swords for it, which is Zhuxian Sword Formation.

"Then why did you forge the Four Swords of Jade Immortal?" Ye Sheng looked at the old man with inexplicable eyes, as if he had guessed something.