The First Sword of the Earth

The Tianfeng galaxy, the star closest to the ancient battlefield, was directly rented in a small courtyard for ten years.

Three people and one sword spirit sat around the stone table, continuing to frown.

There is a piece of paper in front of them, with a few block letters printed on it, this is the reply to the contact with the earth.

"Brother Sheng's Soul Lamp is fine, where did he go?"

"Amitabha," Monk Huai Jing sighed, "This matter is really a bit mysterious. I used a toe-measured golden body to temporarily improve my strength, trying to figure out where Fei Yu is.

As a result, there was no gain, and it felt like his location was deliberately covered up with great magic power. "

Liu Yunzhi asked softly: "Could it be that Feiyu has gone back? We have been inquiring about Feiyu's whereabouts for a while. If Feiyu has been here, it stands to reason that there must be some clues left behind."

"I have searched all around the Buddha statue, and there is no trace of extra entrances and exits," said the old sword spirit. "In the current situation, it is very likely that Feiyu is concentrating on cultivation."

Huai Jing said: "Didn't we decide to live here for a long time? Don't think about it, let's practice.

Let's go out for a walk during the breaks between our practice and continue to inquire about Feiyu's whereabouts; after ten years, we will continue to contact our hometown.

Feiyu is our brother, and also the future hope of the earth's monastic community, so we must contact him as soon as possible. "

Shi Qianzhang and Liu Yunzhi nodded slowly, without saying anything, they got up and walked to the spirit gathering formations on both sides of the small courtyard.

"I will guard the gate for you," the old sword spirit said with a smile, his figure disappeared, and the nameless ancient sword flew to the gate of the small courtyard, and hit the gate like a bolt.

Huai Jing looked down at his hands, and he, who was still full of energy, sighed dejectedly for some reason.

"This is a broken place, I can't even play the game. I will delay going back for hundreds of years. It has been a few years there, and the level operation awareness version is hard to keep up with...

Maybe the game has changed again.

Feiyu, Feiyu, I really suffered from you, little monk. "

Shi Qianzhang scolded with a smile: "Stop playing games, hurry up and upgrade Lord Arhat in real life! I can wait to hug your thigh!"

"I always hug Feiyu's thigh!" Monk Huaijing gritted his teeth and replied,

With a flick of his sleeves, he got up and walked to the third spirit gathering formation, placed a small Buddha statue in front of him, and began to meditate quietly.

For some reason, Huai Jing suddenly had the illusion that he was... not doing his job properly.

Hmm, illusion.

...

The blood mine, the passage at the bottom, is not far from the passage where Lan Huilin was originally, and the thick blood evil spirit formed a blood mist.

Because the bloody aura was too strong, and his spiritual consciousness was also blocked, he could only faintly see the general situation on the edge of the landslide ahead.

Yao Yun said in Wang Sheng's heart: "The front should be the last landslide, the bloody aura is too strong, and I can't sense what is behind it." '

Wang Sheng nodded, and turned to look at Lan Huilin not far behind. The latter was arranging layer after layer of mana around her body. She had already used 80% of her Taoism in the real fairyland, and she felt like facing an enemy at this moment.

"Fellow Daoist is waiting here, I'll dig through here and talk about it."

After Wang Sheng said this, he stepped into the blood mist, his whole body was immediately covered with a layer of light gray calamity cloud, and dense hair-thin electric arcs bloomed.

The evil spirit of blood was so strong that Wang Sheng didn't dare to let the fairy body resist; he could only arrange a double-layer robbery cloud inside and outside the body where Lan Huilin couldn't see it.

For a moment, Wang Sheng was wrapped in pure vitality.

Moreover, he had absorbed too much vitality, and his cultivation was stuck at the bottleneck. The immortal power in Wang Sheng's body was about to 'burst' the sea of ​​energy.

As a last resort, Wang Sheng could only radiate his celestial power, use pure yang mana to weave layer after layer of lock armor outside his body, and then let these 'lock armor' fall off freely...

All wasted!

If Lan Huilin knew about this trouble, she would probably be so angry that she would go mad...

This time digging the hole, Wang Sheng's movements were careful and quick, and his mind was highly tense, in case of any sudden change.

It took about seven or eight hours, and Wang Sheng opened up the passage of the landslide in the end. What came oncoming was a thicker blood mist, but in the blood mist, there was a golden light strangely appearing .

Yaoyun said: "The source of this golden light is just ahead." '

'I can't stand it any longer,' Wang Sheng said in his heart, and slowly stepped back, walking back to the border of the blood mist, and had a round with Lan Huilin.

A total of six skeletons were dug out this time, and six lucky bags—magic treasures for storage—were harvested.

Wang Sheng put away all these things calmly, after all, this is his own 'labor output'.

And this bottom passage was finally explored to the end by Wang Sheng.

It seems that because the passage was opened, a faint golden light also appeared around the blood mist. These golden lights and the blood mist are incompatible with each other, but they seem to restrain each other.

Lan Huilin stared at the golden light, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "What's in front?"

"I haven't looked at it yet, I just dug the way," Wang Sheng shook his head and sat cross-legged to expel some of the unbearable pure Yang Xianli from his body.

He sent the pure Yang celestial power forward, and the boundary of the blood mist was pushed back by more than ten meters, but when Wang Sheng stopped 'discharging' the celestial power, the blood mist gradually filled back.

This time, there was more golden light mixed in the blood mist.

Lan Huilin whispered: "Could it be that the treasures here have not been completely taken away by Tianfengmen?"

"I don't know," Wang Sheng exhaled slowly, "Did Fellow Daoist Lan take pictures of orbs?"

"Of course there are," Lan Huilin flipped her hand, and a light blue ball floated in her palm, slowly pushing it towards Wang Sheng.

Lan Huilin said with a smile: "When you go out, you will usually carry magical artifacts such as communication symbols and photo orbs that are often used with you."

Wang Sheng replied calmly: "Well, I usually only bring fairy stones with me when I go out."

Lan Huilin: ...

Holding the photobead in his hand, Yao Yun had already explained how to use it in his heart, Wang Sheng stood up again, "I'm going to find out the source of this golden light this time, and I will use the photobead to preserve the whole process, so you can also No need to venture into the blood mist."

There was a little emotion in Lan Huilin's eyes, and she bowed to Wang Sheng.

In fact, she already had the idea of ​​dying, and wanted to go to the end of the passage with Wang Sheng to investigate, to determine whether there were any treasures left by the Meteor Immortal here, and to complete the task assigned by her master.

I never thought that the male cultivator in front of me would also consider these things about her, and use the photo beads to take a look inside instead of her...

After all, Lan Huilin was also a true immortal. She had practiced for more than ten thousand years, and the slight ripples in her heart quickly calmed down. She watched Wang Sheng break into the blood mist again, and she was fully alert and ready to respond at any time.

This male cultivator, the longer he has been in contact with, the more he feels that there is a thick fog on his body, the more he can't see through;

And the more you can't see through, the more you want to see through...

This has nothing to do with the good feelings between men and women. Lan Huilin has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and naturally she has seen a lot of things between men and women. She often heard from her master that some men and women are not firm in their hearts towards the Tao, which damages their own Taoism. In the end, they inevitably parted ways...

Most of the Taoist couples are obstacles to Taoism, and they just satisfy their own selfish desires.

Lan Huilin was simply puzzled, wondered why Wang Sheng was not afraid of the evil spirit of blood, and wondered how Wang Sheng improved his cultivation so quickly in such a place;

In addition, Lan Huilin couldn't help but think of the few sword skills Wang Sheng showed during the brief fight with Wang Sheng.

She has seen many monks using swords, and she has also seen sword cultivators at the level of immortals, but even sword cultivators at the level of immortals have never left such a deep impression on her.

That kind of sword rhyme...

It's really hard to describe.

Sighing slightly, Lan Huilin didn't let her thoughts spread, and quickly focused on her eyes.

In fact, she was also worried that if Wang Sheng went to explore on his own, would he bring the treasure into his pocket.

But on second thought, so what if Wang Sheng swallowed the treasure all by himself? He broke in by himself, and it was his own ability not to be afraid of the bloody force.

Sighing slightly, Lan Huilin lowered her head and circulated her own immortal power, isolating the wisps of evil blood around her body from her body.

This wait is another half-day effort.

Just as Lan Huilin was hesitating whether to break into the blood mist, Wang Sheng's figure appeared again and walked back slowly from the blood mist.

"How is it? Wang Sheng?"

Lan Huilin hurried forward to meet him, and when she saw Wang Sheng's gloomy expression, she felt a little nervous for some reason.

Wang Sheng didn't answer, just shook his head, sat back to the seat he had been sitting in, expelled the evil spirit of blood around his body, and began to discharge the immortal power that could not be accumulated in his body.

Lan Huilin waited for a while, but didn't dare to rush, just waited quietly.

Wang Sheng opened his eyes, his eyes were a little more inexplicably sad, and he handed the picture bead to Lan Huilin.

"Open it for yourself, I'll restore my state first."

"Well," Lan Huilin couldn't wait to open the picture bead, and the picture bead emitted faint rays of light, and a cloud mirror was intertwined in front of her eyes, and the picture recorded from the perspective of the picture bead appeared in the cloud mirror...

blood mist, golden light;

The blood mist, as thick as a liquid, is constantly refracted in the blood mist, and it seems that strands of 'golden light' that may break free at any time.

This scene lasted for a while, the golden light continued to increase, but the blood mist began to be compressed.

Finally, they found the source of the blood mist and golden light.

A golden light ball with a diameter of at least several hundred meters appeared directly in front of it, and the end of the passage was the side of this light ball;

Wisps of black-red aura slowly swam inside the sphere of light, and strands of black-red aura continued to overflow from the light wall of the golden sphere of light, turning into the power of evil blood, and scattered into the soil in all directions...

Lan Huilin stopped the screen and carefully looked at the situation inside the golden ball. It was faintly visible that there were two bones in the center of the golden ball.

The two bones exuded a strong fairy light, and they overlapped one another. The upper bone was wearing a gleaming golden armor, holding a wide-bladed giant sword in both hands, and the huge sword pierced into the chest cavity of the lower bone.

At the same time, the left hand of the bone below penetrated the abdomen of the bone above...

The two apparently died together.

These golden lights originated from the armor on the body of the bone; the bloody aura should have been transformed from the flesh and blood of these two people, imprisoned by the golden light.

More than 100,000 years, still has not disappeared.

Lan Huilin suddenly sighed...

"This should be two golden immortals who died here together," Wang Sheng sighed, "You should avoid this place first, I might make trouble."

Lan Huilin asked, "Are you going to get that sword and armor?"

Wang Sheng was startled, then nodded slowly, "That's right, do you want to inform your master?"

Lan Huilin obviously hesitated, and then shook her head slightly, "No need, if there are only these two secret treasures here, it is not worth attacking aggressively... Moreover, these two secret treasures should also belong to you."

"Thank you," Wang Sheng slowly closed his eyes, continued to adjust his breath and meditate, and adjusted his state.

In fact, he didn't think about it that much, he just went to collect the body of the armored Heavenly Court General at the request of his sword spirit.

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