The First Sword of the Earth

'Junior brother leaves the thousandth... (strike out)

In the first month of the fourth year of the younger brother's departure, the condition of the soul lamp is normal, but there is still no news from the younger brother.

Recently, enlightenment has always felt that there is still a certain balance between the imbalance of yin and yang, and perhaps this is the way to become a fairy.

The master has also recently started retreating, and is about to go to the Little Immortal Realm again. The eldest sister and Huai Jing discussed going to the exit of the Immortal Forbidden Land to see if they could find something.

Recently, he started to practice his pronunciation during the breaks in his practice, and tried to get his younger brother to come back to scare him.

effort! '

Closing the diary, the senior sister with long hair hanging down was stunned at the scenery outside the window, then sighed softly, put the diary aside, pressed her slender fingers a few times, got up and walked not far away futon.

The Fate Soul Lamp swayed gently, just like the previous thousand days and nights.

It's a pity that it can only tell one message, that is, Wang Sheng's life is safe, but he doesn't know what Wang Sheng is facing now.

If these three years were just chasing and killing each other in the Immortal Forbidden Land, then forget it, I am afraid that Wang Sheng would have rushed out of the Immortal Forbidden Land more than two years ago, and has been chasing and killing Zi Yun outside for more than two hundred years.

Such a long period of time has actually exceeded the age of the oldest monk in the earth's monastic world at this time.

For the past year, Mu Wanxuan has been thinking that the next time she wakes up from seclusion, her junior brother just flies from the sky...

It's just that every time I wake up, what's waiting for me is only the dancing candle.

Pursing her lips, Mu Wanxuan began to recite the formula of meditation in her heart, allowing herself to slowly enter the state of forgetting both things and me, and began to understand the changes in the Yin-Yang Dao, and slowly stepped forward on the road of practice.

If the younger brother is also thinking about himself, if he is really outside the Immortal Forbidden Land, has he been thinking about himself for two hundred years?

The senior sister suddenly opened her eyes, got up and walked to the window, looking at the soul lamp.

The most worrying thing is that the heart is sad, and it is difficult to walk with the son.

Spreading out the diary, she picked up the Langhao pen, dipped the still ink in the inkstone, and put the thoughts in her heart on the tip of the pen:

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pen,

Appreciate it for a long time, then turn around and meditate.

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The ancient battlefield where the exit of Immortal Forbidden Land is located, Tianfeng Blood Mine.

The blood mine riot was in chaos everywhere, but the surrounding formations erupted with strong light. No matter what, this place should be completely sealed off first.

The moment Wang Sheng was entangled by the evil spirit of blood, his figure also hung on the immortal rope without moving, just like those unrealized monks who were enveloped by the evil spirit of blood;

But the difference is that he didn't let out any screams, and he didn't gradually go crazy. Instead, he stood there quietly with his eyes closed.

The handcuffs and shackles that Wang Sheng is wearing now can imprison his immortal power and primordial spirit in his body, making him unable to cast immortal spells, unable to activate immortal formulas, but it does not affect his cultivation, nor does it affect his...doing things in his body .

Wang Sheng has been thinking about related issues before, but there has been only a vague aura; until today, the blood mine suddenly erupted for no reason, and the blood evil spirit ran away. It was the first time for Wang Sheng to face the group of blood evil spirit directly. gas.

That light of inspiration immediately became an inspiration.

What is blood evil spirit? In essence, this is the product of the combination of resentment and vitality of the tyrannical immortal before his death. This should be the same thing as resentment.

Isn't the nemesis of all misunderstandings, resentment, and karma the heavenly catastrophe?

Will my own "Simulated Heavenly Tribulation 2.0 Power Enhanced Version" have any miraculous effects?

Thinking about it this way, Wang Sheng immediately stopped Yao Yun's risky behavior.

——With the Wuling sword out of its sheath, it is quite possible to cut off these two handcuffs and shackles, but at this moment, the surrounding formations are fully activated, and the aura of the old man of heaven is suppressing everywhere, and it is impossible for him to escape while taking advantage of the chaos.

Although the mine is in chaos now, and the immortals of Tianfengmen have focused their attention on the four mines, but if they are not in order, some immortal soldiers have a brain twitch and discover the existence of the Wuling sword.

Having endured the wall for two hundred years, Wang Sheng's character is now a little more patient than before, and he is not in a hurry.

A wave of evil blood invaded his body, but Wang Sheng arranged layers of gray clouds everywhere in his body.

This is also because his fairy body is tough enough. After becoming a fairy, he has no pressure to resist the catastrophe created by himself...even from the inside out.

Just for a moment, Wang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes flashed with thunder, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised slightly.

The evil spirit of blood that poured into his body just now was hit by beams of lightning as soon as it entered his body. It only took a moment for him to be completely smashed into the air by the Heavenly Tribulation.

At the same time, where the blood-bad energy disappears, there will be streams of pure vitality with a little power of catastrophe spreading.

Wang Sheng quickly operated the Pure Yang Immortal Art, turning these vitality into Pure Yang Immortal Power.

Afterwards, Wang Daochang made some calculations.

I spent some celestial power in simulating Jieyun just now, and the expenditure of these celestial powers was higher than the wave of vitality I got through the evil spirit of blood. In fact, I still suffered a lot.

But Jieyun can last for a long time at this time, and it will turn into vitality by itself later...

As long as there is more blood and evil spirit, then I will definitely make a profit without losing money.

So Wang Daochang stared at the crack in the stone in front of him.

How about some more...

In the end, Wang Sheng was still a little disappointed, the shock passed quickly, and there was no second wave of bloody evil spirit gushing out.

And Wang Sheng was bound by the fairy rope, and he was in handcuffs and shackles, so it was inconvenient to compete with other monks for the blood evil spirit, so he could only feel sorry for both parties.

"It is very likely that there is a strong spiritual body in the depths of this blood mine," Yao Yun said in a low voice, "It is also possible that too much blood evil energy has accumulated in it, and it was dug to a key place by those monks." , which caused such a movement. '

'A mine disaster. '

Wang Sheng was filled with emotion, and then hung there and waited quietly.

"Wang Daoyou is all right?"

Lan Huilin's voice came from the side, Wang Sheng turned his head to look, but saw Lan Huilin hanging by the side, casting a concerned look at Wang Sheng.

Voice transmission?

Now that his cultivation is sealed by handcuffs and fetters, how can he still transmit his voice?

Is this hinting at herself, or did Lan Huilin accidentally expose her hidden cultivation?

Wang Sheng's eyes showed some deep meaning on purpose, Lan Huilin just smiled lightly, gave Wang Sheng a knowing look, Wang Sheng nodded slowly.

Wang Daochang: Only ghosts know what you're thinking about.

Their group of cage friends was pretty lucky, almost two or three died, and seven or eight were seriously injured... There is no way, these evil spirits should be attracted by the breath of life, and then overflowed from the rock wall.

After waiting for two or three hours, the fairy rope began to shrink slowly, and Wang Sheng and his cage friend began to ascend together.

After a while, corpses were placed on the edge of the cliff, and the hundreds of monks who were responsible for chiseling the wall, as long as they were alive, no matter whether they were injured or not, they were all brought back into the wooden cage.

Soon, there was a cloud of flames on the edge of the cliff, and most of the monks who died in the blood demon had not yet become immortals, but at this time there was no trace of it.

There was a little helplessness in Wang Sheng's eyes, and then he understood why Zi Yun and the others had such vicious hearts.

In this kind of cultivation environment where the life of a low-level monk is not much heavier than that of an ant, it is really difficult to survive if you are not ruthless...

But the heart is cruel, and the principle is the principle. If there is no bottom line in doing things, then most of the monks will be stuck in a certain level like Zi Yun, and they will not be able to pass their own level.

"Fellow Daoist Wang," Lan Huilin's voice entered Wang Sheng's ears, and Daoist Wang couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Wang Sheng glanced out of the corner of his eye, and Lan Huilin, who was sitting behind him, seemed to be threatening her poison with her eyes closed, and this time she was still speaking.

Wang Sheng leaned back on purpose, leaning against the railing, staring blankly at the figures of the immortal soldiers and busy officials of the Tianfengmen in the distance, and calmly replied: "What's the matter."

Lan Huilin said: "The blood mine riot, the people who went into the mine must have suffered heavy casualties, and in a few days, when the blood evil spirit stabilized, they will definitely find Flying Fairyland monks to fill the positions of miners.

You and I will also be gathered together and enter the mine. I hope that Wang Daoyou will remember the friendship between you and me in the same cage for the past two hundred years and take care of him. "

'What she said is not bad,' Yao Yun also said, 'we might as well take this opportunity to form a covenant with her. '

'This woman's scheming is too deep, and it's easy to be hurt by a tiger if she seeks skin from a tiger,' Wang Sheng replied from the bottom of his heart, 'I'll trick her first and see if I can fool her. '

After a little silence, Wang Sheng said in a whisper like a mosquito: "A true immortal, why do you need to take care of me, a little monk who has just become an immortal?"

Lan Huilin suddenly opened her eyes, looked around vigilantly, and finally frowned at Wang Sheng.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you really are not an ordinary monk..."

Lan Huilin continued to speak, and the voice also revealed a touch of helplessness, "I just thought that in just two hundred years, under such predicaments, you can still break through one after another in cultivation. It was only one step away, and I was quite emotional in my heart.

I never thought that Fellow Daoist Wang had already seen through Hui Lin's identity..."

"I don't know who you are, don't worry."

Lan Huilin nodded slowly, and said in a voice: "Brother Wang, would you like to form an alliance with me?"

Wang Sheng: ...

The last female fairy who called him 'Brother Certain' had already lost her mind and soul.

Wang Sheng nodded calmly, "I just want one thing. If I have the opportunity to leave in the future, or if you are sure to start trouble, I will not stand by and watch you."

The corner of Lan Huilin's mouth showed a somewhat charming smile, Wang Sheng had seen this smile on Zi Yun before...

"Which thing?"

"You hide the immortal method of cultivation."

"Okay, I will read the formula to Brother Wang."

Wang Sheng nodded slowly, and soon heard a formula, and immediately memorized it in his heart.

And after reading a thousand-word formula, Lan Huilin looked at Wang Sheng with a little more appreciation.

Here, any cultivation resource you want is a one-sentence promise, and whether you admit it or not later depends on your two mouths;

But what Wang Qiu wanted was this not-so-valuable but very practical formula, which proved that this person had a lot of foresight, and he would never be content with his current fate.

In fact, Lan Huilin didn't tell Wang Sheng that she paid special attention to Wang Sheng, not just because of Wang Sheng's abnormally fast promotion.

It is difficult not to attract her attention to the Flying Immortal Realm cultivator who can be personally captured by the elder Tianxianlong of Tianfengmen.

However, Lan Huilin calculated everything very accurately, but there was only one thing wrong...

Three months later, the four mines were reopened. Apart from this period of time, Tianfengmen captured dozens of casual cultivators from the late Feixian Realm to the middle Yuan Fairyland in the ancient battlefield. workers' body.

A real fairy dressed as a scribe came to their side and raised his chin to Wang Sheng.

"In the early days of Flying Wonderland, it would be a waste to keep chiseling the wall. Let him go to Tianzi for a few years."

Afterwards, the real fairy dressed as a scribe looked at Lan Huilin, "Flying to the middle of the fairyland, let her..."

"My lord, Tianzi is full of thirty people, and there are still a few people left in Xuanzi."

"Then assign her to Xuanzi," the scribe shook his head, "It's a pity, her cultivation level is not good, otherwise she wouldn't have to suffer such mining here, and go to be a sword servant for the young sect master." Still good, tsk."

With a chuckle, the scribe walked away with his hands behind his back, the wooden cage door opened, and Daoist Wang had already cooperated and walked out by himself.

The First Sword on Earth \u003c/p\u003e

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