The First Sword of the Earth

When the celestial light of Xilian appeared, all the cultivators here, except those who had already entered Mengxiantai, were startled by the mysterious dao rhyme circulating in the little fairy world.

"Is Feiyu going to become a fairy?"

"Although you can't waste the opportunity to practice here, you have to see such a spectacle."

"It's been a long time since the revival of vitality and the revival of Taoism. Finally, there is someone in the world of Taoism on Earth who is about to ascend to the realm of immortals and embark on the road of longevity."

"Brother Sheng! Hahaha! Xiaoliuzi, hey, I'm not bragging. The first time I saw Brother Sheng, I saw the appearance of a fairy! Sure enough, my eyes have been opened! Hahaha!"

So, the Taoist priests gathered around the Immortal Palace one after another, and saw Xilian who was slowly rising in the beam of light in the palace...

Everyone couldn't help being a little disappointed, but they also carefully comprehended the various changes that Xi Lian had undergone when he ascended to the immortality. This is also a rare opportunity for monks under the fairyland.

Slowly, the Taoist priests meditated outside the Immortal Palace, each falling into enlightenment.

Until one month later, Wang Sheng's celestial light shot up into the sky and appeared hundreds of meters away from the back of the Immortal Palace, and all the monks were alarmed.

Previously, the dao rhyme released by Xilian in the process of becoming a flying fairy was full of tranquility and peace, like a clear mountain spring flowing in the small fairy world.

But Wang Sheng suddenly began to ascend to immortality, his own four sword intents seemed to be out of control, and the four sword intents had a strong sense of oppression on the monks who had not yet become immortals.

Especially the Sword Intent of the Stars, the 'Emperor's Power' that governs the endless stars, so that the Taoist priests couldn't help but want to go to Wang Sheng to worship and salute.

At this time, Wang Sheng's consciousness was trapped in a colorful place, where fairy swords were suspended everywhere, some were as big as mountains, and some were as small as mosquitoes. Here and now.

These fairy swords seemed to have life, and the sword cries one after another were telling Wang Sheng something, and the wave-like sword light was slightly rippling.

It seems to be the world of swords, and it seems that his own sword way has aroused the resonance of all the sword ways that exist in this universe.

Wang Sheng knew that such an opportunity was once in a thousand years, and it was only a spectacle that would appear when he ascended to the immortal, so he devoted himself to comprehend and comprehend it, and wandered here with his consciousness, looking for his own sword.

I don't know how long I have been looking for, it seems to Wang Sheng that it has been decades, but in fact it has only been more than ten days outside, and Wang Sheng suddenly wakes up.

He can enter this strange illusion, is it because he has become the sword he is looking for?

So I stood quietly, feeling that my body was gradually solidifying, with a spine and a sharp edge.

'Looking' at himself again, it turned out to be a 'sword'.

At the same time, near the fairy palace where Wang Sheng was, all the Taoist priests who were attracted by the fairy light to watch the ceremony, including the senior sister Mu Wanxuan in the fairy palace, suddenly reflected in their hearts a silent floating light. sword.

On this sword, there are water and fire Taichi slowly rotating on the hilt. The body of the sword is as smooth as a mirror, with countless stars evolving on it, and a faint gray cloud under the sword tip.

Contains the power of Liangyi, the principle of heaven and earth,

The power of imperial power that embraces the endless starry sky, and the power of catastrophe that makes the monks feel a little scary naturally...

These three strands of dao rhyme were perfectly blended by the pure Yang dao rhyme emanating from the sword body, interweaving into a peculiar dao rhyme.

This is the projection of Wang Sheng's kendo, and it is also a perfect portrayal of Wang Sheng's kendo realm at this time.

There was a sudden sound from the blade of the sword, and Wang Sheng's consciousness was 'pushed' back to the Dao body, but he suddenly realized that the Dao body also began to rise slowly in the beam of light.

The 'fantasy' where the consciousness wandered just now should be where the Dao of the Sword is located.

And every sword that appeared there was a monk who had become an immortal, and imprinted his own Tao on the Dao, giving the Dao a trace of his own imprint.

After completing this process, this is considered to have entered the flying fairyland and has the qualifications to become a fairy.

It's a pity that I didn't know there would be this 'link' before, so I didn't take this opportunity to comprehend the Dao of the Sword.

However, Wang Sheng didn't have the temperament of being immersed in regret and unable to extricate himself. At this time, his consciousness began to observe the changes in his Taoist body.

Faintly, Wang Sheng sensed that an extremely mysterious power came from the void and poured into his Tao body, primordial spirit, and every cell in his body.

This power seemed familiar, as if he had felt it in the Dao of the Sword.

‘Could it be that the imprint left by me is absorbing the power of the Dao? '

Wang Sheng had this thought in his heart, and then he felt it quietly. He wanted to artificially 'absorb' this power, but he couldn't do it at all.

As this power continued to grow, Wang Sheng's Taoist body became lighter and lighter, as if he could get rid of the moon's gravity in the Little Immortal Realm and fly by himself without doing anything.

He was indeed flying, slowly rising in the beam of light.

Soon, Wang Sheng noticed that his Taoist body seemed to be disintegrated, and his soul was wrapped in a warm light, as if he had penetrated into a warm duvet in the cold winter, and then magnified this comfort by a thousand and one. ten thousand times.

Piao Piao almost does not know its whereabouts, curling almost does not understand its reason.

Wang Sheng couldn't see his own condition at this time, but those priests could roughly see it.

Not only seeing his, but also Xilian's. When Wang Sheng started to ascend from the beam of light, Xi Lian also started the same process.

Light spots like swan feathers appeared around this person and the fox fairy almost at the same time, and surrounded by these light spots, their bodies seemed to become transparent, and then gradually solidified.

This process lasted for three full days.

And when this process was over, the two of them rose to the top of their respective beams of light almost at the same time.

Wang Sheng has returned to his Taoist robe, while Xi Lian is wearing a white skirt, like an orchid in an empty valley, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

The aura that Wang Sheng exudes is the Zhongzheng, peace, continuous, and pure Yang power pursued by Taoist monks.

And the aura exuded by Xilian is tranquil, peaceful, fresh and free from dust. Because she is a Buddhist and Taoist, and she is from the demon clan, compared with Wang Sheng, her aura is obviously weaker.

There was a loud thunder from nowhere, Wang Sheng and Xi Lian opened their eyes at the same time, and they happened to be standing face to face with hundreds of meters apart.

At this moment, a huge sword appeared behind Wang Sheng's back, his eyes flickered, and the fierce sword intent almost pierced through the 'sky' of the Little Immortal Realm.

Xi Lian was even more unlucky. A phantom of a white fox lying on the lotus platform appeared behind her. Just as the white fox was about to roar at Wang Sheng, it was covered by that sword intent.

The white fox shrank its neck, lying on the lotus platform, not daring to move.

Fortunately, Wang Sheng woke up in time, and smiled apologetically at Xi Lian in the distance, and the phantom behind the two of them drifted away with the wind.

Xi Lian was stunned for a moment, and then she was overjoyed, but then... the whole person was a little crazy, her forehead was covered with black lines, and Rou Ning started to scratch her soft silver hair...

That is, very manic.

Seeing this, the senior sister at the top of the Immortal Palace flew up worried, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Counting the more than a thousand years of being sealed, labor and capital... Bah! Eldest sister, my practice years can be rounded up to two thousand years before I became a fairy! How long has your guy only practiced! Has he broken the hundred years? He! "

The senior sister couldn't help but chuckled, pulling Xilian and shaking her arm.

Xi Lian just complained a few words, Wang Sheng can fly to immortals, and for her, she will officially have a thigh to hug in the future.

Xilian was pulled by Mu Wanxuan and was about to fly towards Wang Sheng, but Wang Sheng suddenly made a gesture to signal them not to come over.

Afterwards, Wang Sheng, who had been suspended there, quietly realized something.

Shi Qianzhang, Gao Shixing, Liu Yunzhi, and Fei Lianzi who had been waiting at the top of the hall, who knew or had a close relationship with Wang Sheng, were also flying towards Wang Sheng, as if they were going to grab the first wave of congratulations ', but was blocked by Wang Sheng's gesture.

It's not over yet?

Isn't the Feathering Flying Immortal over?

Wang Sheng exuded a strong fairy aura at this time, and the coercion of that fairy was also very real, what else could he break through?

Just as he was thinking, Wang Sheng took a step forward, and suddenly a burst of colorful rays of light appeared above his head, and a cloud of mist appeared above his head.

This cloud is very strange, like smoke but not smoke, if the cloud is not cloud, it is so gloomy...

At this time, a sword cry was heard, and a sword light flew from not far away, hovering in front of Wang Sheng, and Yao Yun also turned into a three-inch tall fairy, standing on the hilt of the sword, looking at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

"Qingyun?"

Wang Sheng blinked, "Is there something wrong?"

Yao Yun shook his head slightly, then fell into deep thought, and then showed a somewhat 'so it is' expression, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and sighed faintly.

Wang Sheng smiled wryly, "What is this Qingyun?"

"You can understand it as..." Yaoyun was about to speak when he saw that Qingyun kept changing. First, cranes flew out of it, and there were phantoms of immortals standing on top of the cranes. The most conspicuous one was They were three old men with strange faces.

Wang Sheng recognized it at a glance. After all, he was a professional monk, and the three old gods of "Fu Lu Shou" respected by Taoism had to be recognized.

Under the leadership of the Three Immortals of Fu, Lu, and Shou, these immortals began to revolve around Wang Sheng, and they kept bowing their hands to Wang Sheng, as if they were talking about something.

But these are all illusions.

Afterwards, under the Qingyun, whirling fairies appeared again, and some fairies played fairy music, and the tunes they played were quite cheerful.

Soon, Wang Sheng was surrounded by flower petals scattered by fairies.

This is not over yet, as the Qingyun surged, there seemed to be all kinds of elixir and elixir hovering inside, Wang Sheng was so happy, he suddenly raised his hand and picked up the Wuling sword, and without waiting for Yao Yun to say anything, he threw the Wuling sword To Qing Yunzhong.

In an instant, Yaoyun's figure seemed to be forcibly dragged away by the Wuling sword; these Qingyun seemed to be separated by nearly a third, and gathered towards the Wuling sword.

Wang Sheng just remembered that he had seen a few words in the classics left by his ancestors.

In ancient times, when a great cultivator broke through the Da Luo Jinxian, if he was recognized by the Dao, Qingyun would appear; if there was a Da Luo Jinxian, he would take the opportunity to use Qingyun to refine his own magic weapon.

Wang Sheng doesn't know how to refine weapons, and there is no way to control Qingyun if he knows how to refine weapons. He knows that this is a good thing and can refine weapons, so he just throws the Wuling sword over there to try.

As if attracted by Qing Yun, phantoms appeared all over the fairy palaces, fairy pools, and even rockeries in the Little Immortal Realm, and they cupped their hands to congratulate Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng was thoughtful, and bowed his hands to all around in return.

There are too many abnormalities that happened to Dengxian, and he needs to think about them slowly before asking Yaoyun for advice.

Just as he was thinking about it, Wang Sheng suddenly remembered that he still had a second fairy sword... When he returned to the Moon Palace nine years ago, it was only a few months before he remembered the Feixia sword and took it back.

Quickly draw out the Feixia sword, and also throw it into Qingyun, almost one-twentieth of Qingyun is attracted by the Feixia sword.

Wang Sheng thought about it, and he also flew towards Qing Yun, and found that Qing Yun would rise as he rose, so he had no choice but to give up.

What is this thing?

And a few hundred meters away, Xi Lian, who witnessed all this, walked back and forth a few hundred steps, and then transformed into a four or five-year-old figure surrounded by fairy light, threw herself into the arms of her senior sister and cried out.

The senior sister patted Xiao Xilian's head full of pity, and looked at the junior brother who was frowning and thinking under Qingyun, her eyes were as gentle as water, and there was a little helplessness.

She understands the feeling of being hit. .