Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 572 Ha!
Chen Ping's body floated on the surface of the sea.

Every corner of the blood, meridians, skin, and even hair, including the imprint of the ancient tree on the right shoulder, is covered in pure gold.

What is extremely strange is that the golden glow is bright and bright, but not a single strand of it shines into the water or the air.

Everything seems to be just his own change.

It has nothing to do with the surrounding environment.

The two fifth-level fighters in the high-altitude battle also couldn't see or feel Chen Ping's changes.

That's right, his body seems to have fallen into the stillness of time, and has been completely stripped from the outside world.

……

"Shh!"

In the physical body, a trace of white light visible to the naked eye suddenly emerged.

This light is very soft and not dazzling, as if it fell from the sky, it is inexplicable.

These white awns first flowed into Chen Ping's sea of ​​consciousness.

After finding that there was nothing there, they exploded like ice sculptures.

Overlapping, covering all the meridians.

In the end, all the white awns gathered in the dantian.

From light spots as big as rice grains, they elongate and melt into filaments, crystal clear and elusive.

At this moment, around the golden bead, there is a layer of transparent hair.

They desperately pressed towards the golden bead, scrambling to be the first.

After a while, more threads of light squeezed from all directions, almost filling the dantian space.

Jinzhu is like a lonely boat in the deep sea waves, alone and weak.

But from beginning to end, its brilliance has not been submerged.

On the contrary, it became even more dazzling and directly ignored the light thread, following its own changes.

At the same time, within the golden bead space.

Above the gloomy head, there was a sudden white glow, accompanied by a piercing "Zi Zi" sound.

Chen Ping heard the sound and immediately looked up.

"Mysterious Silk Metaphor!"

Immediately, his face paled "shua", and his eyes showed a horrified expression.

What is Xuansi Metaphor?
All senior monks know about it.

This thing is the manifestation of the rules, a reward for feedback when crossing the big realm.

Xuansi method can be used to strengthen magic weapon, physical body or spiritual power, which is wonderful.

But what frightened Chen Ping was that every time he successfully crossed the catastrophe, he only got a trace of the mysterious magic metaphor.

However, the threads of light all over the sky in front of him are almost endless!
If he absorbed all these so-called "powers of rules", would he be able to ascend from the ground?
Afterwards, Chen Ping was shocked, and quickly dispelled this unrealistic extravagant thought.

Because he knew very well that the power of the rules of the golden bead and the cultivation world were most likely to be opposites.

For the first few times when he first entered Jinzhu Space, he persevered in doing some research.

After the soul enters the golden bead, the physical body in the outside world will be "attacked" by the mysterious silk metaphor.

But every time they invade, they will encounter stubborn resistance.

Jinzhu prevents the penetration of Xuansi metaphor, which means that it is consciously rejecting the laws of heaven and earth.

However, the light curtain recorded by the photobead could not reflect this scene before it was all broken.

Chen Ping didn't know much about the real complete process.

All based on his own conjecture.

"I use the golden beads to cultivate, which violates the normal operation of the rules of heaven and earth. In short, my behavior is heresy in the eyes of the rules."

"Or the golden bead itself makes the rules afraid, and every time I use it, it will attract the attack of Xuansi Fayu?"

"Or maybe both?"

Based on limited knowledge, Chen Ping deliberated over and over again.

The inheritance left in the cultivation world today is very strange.

There are not few actual records of the realm before the transformation of the gods.

As for the existence of true immortals and true spirits, there are also some speculative news.

Except for the transformation into a real fairyland, the records of the intermediate level are basically no traces to be found.

The simplest example.

Chen Ping knew the dao names and a little biography of certain human true immortals in the long river of history, but he didn't even know the name of the seventh realm of cultivating immortals.

This section of inheritance seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, and it disappeared completely.

Of course, maybe he was thinking too much.

"Boom!"

The intertwined trembling in the pinna interrupted Chen Ping's temporary distraction.

Continue to look at the sky.

The denser and denser the mysterious silk metaphors gather, there is a faint sense of destruction like black clouds overwhelming the city.

When this depressive feeling acted on Chen Ping's soul, a faint blood-red cloud suddenly appeared.

This cloud is separated between the black silk and the brown land, and it has changed hundreds of times in one breath.

It seems like a living drop of blood is below, and it seems that the blood beads are reunited.

Waves of strange fluctuations shook the space, as if incompatible forces were silently confronting each other.

It seemed to be silent, but the oppressive feeling it brought made Chen Ping dizzy and numb.

He has no doubt that if he gets half a step closer to those two boundaries, the villain will turn into nothingness.

After enduring thirty breaths, Chen Ping suddenly regained consciousness.

It turned out that the endless Xuansi Fayu had been forced back to the sky by the blood cloud.

Although it has not disappeared completely, it can no longer cause a negative shock to him.

"The rules of heaven and earth can't compete with Jin Zhu?"

Chen Ping's heart moved and he was ecstatic.

He can be regarded as half the "master" of this treasure.

Jin Zhu is powerful, and he is also honored.

"go out!"

During this period, Chen Ping did not forget the danger of the outside world, and kept reciting formulas silently, wanting to be one with his body.

However, the previous move of being familiar with the road has completely failed.

"How should it be?"

Just when Chen Ping was panicking, a long unpretentious gray shadow split from the blood cloud.

Where the gray shadow passes, the nearby void is distorted.

The sea of ​​clouds formed by the Xuansi method was unexpectedly cut into a long and strange crack like a moat.

One sword is born, one sword falls.

In this sword, there seems to be the vicissitudes and changes of all things in the world, and it contains the subversion and shattering of the world.

"Sword power is the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the sword holder, and it is the will of the sword repairer."

"Different from the weapon spirit produced by the spirit sword, the sword power is an extension of the monk."

"I am resentful because of killing, it is the sword of arrogance, and I draw the sword because of injustice, it is the sword of righteousness..."

"The sword energy of the third step sword cultivator is divided into attributes. When it reaches the sword state of heaven and earth, this characteristic disappears without a trace."

For a moment, Chen Ping, who was already in a state of epiphany, fell into a three-pointer.

As if in response to his self-question and self-answer, the originally static scene in the sky above also changed accordingly, turning into a ball of bright light.

Upon closer inspection, the light turned out to be composed of a series of sharp swords, like a chaos forming its own space.

And although the messy hemp is messy, it gives people a mysterious and mysterious feeling, and it contains some kind of great truth.

In addition, there is a gray sword shadow faintly standing in the middle.

The sword shadow stood majestically, criss-crossing the chaos.

It is the real body of the sword that split Xuansi Fayu earlier.

Staring at the sword shadow, Chen Ping clarified his eyes, and saw him try to stretch out his right hand to make a move.

"Whoosh!"

The gray sword shadow went straight down through the sky, and was held tightly by Chen Ping.

This is not a real spirit sword.

But this thing has a life of its own!
In an instant, an uncontrollable thought floated up in Chen Ping's heart.

At the same time, the countless fierce and unparalleled sword qi rushed towards him like crazy.

Chen Ping's soul has reached 12 feet.

But after pinching the gray sword shadow, this intensity of consciousness gave birth to a feeling of drowsiness.

I can't resist!

He was sure he had a dream.

The dream was long and bizarre.

In the boundless darkness, there is nothing else.

His consciousness couldn't move, as if sinking into thick black mud.

The only thing out of tune with the surrounding world is a gray air current.

This air flow is only the size of a thumb, and it is almost ignored.

In this seemingly static space, the passage of time has no meaning.

After an unknown period of time, the gray airflow in the center of the world began to grow little by little.

Become as thick as an arm.

But until now, Chen Ping has not found it to be different.

The power contained in this breath is weaker than that of a first-order Yin spirit.

If it is in the cultivation world, he can crush countless people with one finger.

Trapped in consciousness, Chen Ping was bored and powerless, so he could only continue to observe the gray airflow.

Another long period of darkness slowly passed.

One day, this world finally had another life.

It was a mass of pure and spring-like things.

As the water flutters, the runes are long, and various visions appear continuously.

Chen Ping had never heard of it.

But he vaguely felt that this was an unknown spiritual water.

"crash"

For the first time, there was a sound in the endlessly silent space.

It was the movement of the spiritual water flowing.

The next moment, the spirit water and the gray air current collided.

"Boom!"

The gray air current swirled around the spiritual water, chopping it into countless drops.

After that, it produced a suction force that swallowed the water droplet.

Chen Ping could feel that the aura of the gray airflow was growing rapidly.

I don't know how many years later...

The gray airflow finally grew so high that it towered into the sky like a hill.

Chen Ping, who was like a bystander, was already numb.

Spiritual water, spiritual fire, giant beasts as big as islands, strange spiritual grass tens of thousands of feet high...

All subsequent life forms in the dark space were devoured by the gray airflow one by one.

up to one day.

The gray air flow covered the sky and the sun, completely flooding the space.

Its body is desperately evolving.

Chen Ping stared at it coldly, and was surprised to find that it gradually became the outline of a sword.

"Boom!"

Just as he was watching with relish, the Sea of ​​Consciousness roared like thunder, and his consciousness instantly left the dream and returned to the Golden Pearl Dimension.

The ground was brown, and the blood clouds in the sky were still fighting against Xuansi Fayu.

And he still held the gray sword shadow in his hand.

"There are sword spirit roots in the special spirit roots, but there are no sword spirit roots, ax spirit roots, or pearl spirit roots."

"The power of a sword cultivator is at the top of the same level, and the state of the sword is far more perfect than other weapons."

After the big dream, Chen Ping's eyes were confused for just a moment, and then burst into a flash of light.

He has always believed that the spirit sword is a magic weapon created by human skills.

In the world, there should be human races before swords.

But the opposite is true.

The first sword in the world should be an innate thing!

In the dream, the gray airflow in the dark space finally entered the Realm of Immortals.

Only then began to evolve into the shape of a sword.

Only with the appearance of Jian Zhenxian can there be the sword spirit root.

To put it simply and clearly, the sword is a rule.

The sword spirit root is one of the manifestations of the sword rule.

It is precisely because of the complete independent rules that sword repair is stronger than ordinary peers.

……

"It's ridiculous!"

Surprised, Chen Ping didn't realize it for a while.

What the hell is he thinking?
These are related to the rules and involve the mysterious knowledge of true immortals. Even the ancestor of Huashen probably doesn't know about it. How did he know it?
Searching his memory again, Chen Ping was shocked.

This insight seems to have been forced in by external forces.

"Could it be..."

Chen Ping subconsciously swept the gray sword in his hand.

"Buzz!"

This shadow seems to change with the thoughts, sending out special rhythms one after another.

Immediately afterwards, two daggers flew out of Chen Ping's spirit automatically.

It is the fourth step of sword intent bestowed by Liang Yingzhuo!

At the same moment, the two sword intents poured out quickly, turning into two long rivers and pouring down the sky, submerging the villain in spirit and soul.

The ancient bell rang in Chen Ping's ear, and all distracting thoughts were exhausted.

Everything he thinks and sees is filled with endless sword energy.

……

Time flies, and more than 100 years have passed slowly.

Chen Ping maintained the posture at the beginning, without moving.

The sword light around him has stretched for ten feet, turbulent and boundless.

3 years in Jinzhu Space.

Those sword lights magnified ten times.

Each one is stained with a trace of hot fire.

In 300 years, Chen Ping vomited mysterious light.

The flying sword energy seemed to have seen a great tonic, and swarmed up with extreme agility, carve up this inexplicable breath.

Six hundred years later, a pure green lotus emerged from the body.

This is Chen Ping's sword heart.

In the third step of sword repair, everyone has the heart of the sword.

It can be transformed by referring to the sword formula above the mysterious grade, or it can be realized by understanding the natal magic weapon of swords.

The difference between Jianxin's superiority and inferiority lies in the strength of the reference body.

The main swordsmanship he practiced before was Qinglian Sixteen Cuts Sword Art.

After stepping into the realm of the unity of human and sword, a green lotus sword heart was naturally condensed.

However, hindered by the ordinary talent of swordsmanship, the heart of the sword has always been unstable, unable to manifest like Liang Yingzhuo when he was fighting against the catastrophe.

A thousand years later.

"I was imprisoned before the fourth step and it was difficult to move one step. It turned out that Qinglian Jianxin's grade was too low."

Chen Ping muttered to himself, and the Qinglian sword heart on the top of his head split open with a "bang".

As soon as the sword heart was broken, the surrounding sword energy did not decrease but increased, becoming more flexible and powerful.

The two thousandth year.

A gray air current coiled around the face of the spirit villain.

After another 1000 years of long evolution, an ancient sword phantom gradually formed!
It is exactly the same as the one held by Chen Ping.

The same has yet to take shape, but exudes endless terror.

"Referring to the sword heart condensed by innate things, it is called innate sword heart for the time being."

Following Chen Ping's whisper and smile, the sword energy in the nearby space cheered and began to circulate.

Move with your heart, read your mind and turn it into a sword.

This is the sword potential!
After three thousand years of Wujian, he has a unique potential.

At the same time, he understood the gap between himself and a real swordsman genius.

After 3000 years of comprehension, and under the impetus of the innate sword heart, he barely broke through the third step, and stepped into the world as a sword with half a foot.

If this was outside, he would have died long ago due to the exhaustion of his life energy.

"Ok?"

Thinking of this, Chen Ping suddenly frowned.

Usually, his soul stays in the golden bead space, and he will constantly consume his soul power.

But this time, after staying for three thousand years, the spirit villain is still strong.

Milky white spiritual clouds emerged out of thin air, and then all gathered around Chen Ping.

Under the brown land, colorful light spots also suddenly floated up and shot towards the air.

After reaching a certain height, all these things burst like bubbles.

Under the expansion and contraction, it turned into pieces of invisible sword energy.

The world is the realm of the sword, based on the magic power of the monks, and wherever the intention is, it is all sword power.

Although Chen Ping has not fully entered the fourth step, but with the blessing of the innate sword heart, the power of his swordsmanship has increased by three times compared to before.

This is a qualitative change!

3000 years of kendo comprehension is more than that.

Countless fiery red spiritual flames rose from each sword aura.

One place after another the flames are leaping for joy.

Group after group of flames trembled.

There are strands and strands, but there are inductions and connections like a broken lotus root.

"Using the power of heaven and earth to evolve the fire sword, this technique can be called the first sword, which means the beginning of my creation of swordsmanship."

Holding the gray sword shadow, Chen Ping's heart was surging.

The power of this sword technique is several levels stronger than that created by Jin Zhaoheng and Chu Qingling.

In addition to the fire intent that fits with his spiritual root, it also has the effect of confining the body.

As Jianyi was first started, many details have not been perfected, and there is still room for improvement in the future.

Of course, before the realm of kendo breaks through, he can't improve the first sword style for the time being.

"Buzz!"

After three thousand years of condensing, the gray sword shadow that fell from the sky not only failed to become a sword, but became thinner and thinner.

Chen Ping knew that this sword shadow was not the innate spirit sword in the dream.

But a pure sword intent.

Absorbing the sword intent by oneself and condensing the innate sword heart, this thing will naturally become weaker and weaker.

"Since you came here by breaking the Xuansi method, then break it and go."

Chen Ping held up the gray sword shadow, and swung it straight from top to bottom.

The seemingly ordinary sword included the fourth step of the sword.

The endless roar of the sword continued.

There were endless flames in every direction, and the prairie fire was endless.

Then, the gray sword shadow flew out quickly, like a spiritual object that has never flinched since ancient times, and ruthlessly plunged into the clouds gathered by the mysterious silk metaphors.

"Boom!"

A new avenue opened up impressively, with crashing and roaring sounds one after another.

……

Almost at the same time, Chen Ping felt a pain in his soul, and after a short period of dizziness, his five senses became clear again.

The face is moist, the mouth and nose are salty.

Below the field of vision is a sea area stained red with blood.

Where am I?

what am i doing
In an instant, Chen Ping's thoughts in his entire head became a mess.

The most obvious changes caused by the effects of time on living beings are one is the depletion of life energy, and the other is the change of memory.

Wu Jian's 3000 years did not pass in the blink of an eye.

It is his real experience.

Compared with these long years, Chen Ping's previous memories seem insignificant, and have been thrown into a corner that is about to be forgotten.

Severe pain hit him, his divine sense swept across his whole body, and he thumped immediately.

The bones and meridians on the left half are almost broken, and the mana in the dantian is less than [-]%.

"Wangqin Island, army of ghosts, unicorn corpses, immortal ghost clan, Concubine Shu Mu!"

Chen Ping straightened his body slowly, and the cultivator's photographic memory made him instantly connect to the scene before he entered the golden bead.

With a flick of the cuff, a Tier [-] ore slipped down.

Dan Tian had no reaction at all.

Jinzhu disappears for the third time!
"Fighting the rules of heaven and earth, did you go into a dormant state after consuming your accumulated strength?"

Chen Ping frowned and guessed.

……

Hundreds of feet away, the corpse's aura was billowing, as thick as gray rain.

Two giant-eyed weasel corpses and Yanli Zangniu corpses were hidden inside, and they charged at Chen Ping with murderous aura.

This human race chopped off two unicorn arms, and its aura weakened to a very low point.

It's a good time to kill him!
Strange to say, after this person was suspended from the seawater, his expression remained dull, as if his head had fallen into a daze.

"Roar!"

The top three and fourth rank corpse clans didn't care about Chen Ping's strange state, and aimed at him and slammed down fiercely.

"long time no see!"

When three groups of shadows covered the top of his head, Chen Ping slowly raised his head and smiled weepingly.

Then, his lips parted slightly.

"what"!
A mouthful of ordinary white air spewed out and rolled towards the three corpses.

The three monsters covered in corpse aura didn't seem to be abnormal at all.

But immediately after, a body that was bigger than the other exploded with a "bang", turning into thousands of pieces of remnant meat and falling into the sea.

The incisions on the fragments were unexpectedly neat, as if made by a spirit sword!
　Thanks to the little barbarian who loves to read for 5000 points!

　
(End of this chapter)