Starting in the Primordial World: I Can Traverse All Heavens

Chapter 274

274 chapter

Carved with white jade and engraved with divine beasts, Xu Ning finally reappeared in the plaza that has never changed through the ages.

"I have gained another ten points of potential. The path to the Dharmakaya has been established. Unfortunately, it will not be so easy to harvest the potential in the future." Xu Ning thought in his mind, walked to the center of the square, and held two treasure weapons. The sword and the Bidai sword are superimposed.

"Improve the quality of Bidai sword." The materials Xu Ning provided were of extremely high quality, which were two complete swords of precious soldiers. Therefore, after he threw in the small points of good deeds in his jade book, the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation The refinement and promotion began.

Warriors who have gained energy and accumulated energy generally use sharp weapons, while in the outdoor stage they use treasured weapons, and those with higher Dharmakaya levels can use divine weapons.

Now there are two treasured swords shattered into pieces, turning into essences attached to the Bidai sword. The quality of this sword has improved very quickly and extremely high. It doesn't take long for it to emit an aura that can rival the first layer of the sky outside. But this refining and promotion is not over yet, this aura is getting stronger and deeper.

About ten breaths later, the Bidai Sword made a faint sword cry, flashed with green light, and appeared in front of Xu Ning, and was grasped in his hand.

When it was a fine weapon, the Bidai Sword had the ability to restore vitality endlessly, which could add a small means of battery life for Xu Ning. Now that it has been promoted, its abilities have been greatly improved. In addition to being endless, there are also two powers: condensed thunder and lightning, and condensed flames. It can be said that it is considered a masterpiece among a kind of treasure weapon.

"Although improvement is good, the price is too high." Xu Ning sheathed her sword and thought.

This is just the treasure weapon stage. In the future, there will be the divine weapon level and the creation legend level. As for the final peerless divine weapon that can match the level of the other side, there is no need to think too much, unless he uses his own body to recast the Bida sword after he achieves the other side in the future. It's somewhat possible.

"The ten most incredible weapons of this era." Xu Ning was no stranger to this. The top ten weapons were mentioned on the first page of the weapon classification in the jade book.

Defense first: Yuanyang Ruler!

The number one killer: The Underworld Sword!

King's Way First: Human Emperor Sword!

Mystery No. : Reincarnation Seal!

Unpredictable number one: Time Knife!

Strong first: Overlord's sword!

Destruction No. : Demon Holy Spear!

Number one attack: Heavenly Punishment Ax!

Nothing is left untouched: the wonderful Bodhi tree!
Dirty No. : Demon Emperor's Claw!

It would be great if the person on the other side could give me another peerless magic sword, such as the Underworld Sword or the Human Emperor Sword. I would not have to worry about having no weapons to use as my level increases in the future.

Xu Ning was thinking about good things when he saw the light curtains projecting down on the other side. It was Meng Qi and his party who had completed the death mission.

Xu Ning didn't know how many people there were when he left, but when the light came back, he saw only Jiang Zhiwei, Meng Qi, and Qi Zhengyan. As for Qi Xia, Zhang Yuanshan, and Fu Zhenzhen, they had not returned.

Meng Qi and his team of eight went on a death mission in the Six Paths of Reincarnation World, but only three came back.

"You still didn't survive? It's a pity." Xu Ning didn't see Qi Xia and felt sorry for her in his heart. He had left treasure soldiers and eight demon assistants in the Lingshan Mountain, but it still had no effect.

Just as Qi Xia said that day on the river and in the boat, she didn't know when her life would end in the world of reincarnation, so she didn't want to go back to see her father.

"Senior Brother Xu, my condolences..." The three of Meng Qi were seriously injured at the moment. Although they were recovering, they still spoke out to persuade them.

"It's a pity that I couldn't go, otherwise Senior Sister Qi, Senior Brother Zhang and others..." Xu Ning shook his head. Although he was a gamer, he was not a heartless person, and he felt a little sorry for the departure of someone he knew well.

The four of them stayed in the square, and no one wanted to talk. It was too dull to have one mission and two worlds of life and death.

After hastily redeeming their good deeds, everyone returned to the real world. However, during this process, Xu Ning looked at Qi Zhengyan frequently, and what he wanted to say was not blurted out in the end.

******
The past becomes clouds and smoke, and a fire burns them away.

The fire was so fierce that it burned down a house and wiped out all traces of Xu Ning and Qi Xia.

Amidst the voices of people "walking away" and "putting out the fire", Xu Ning's figure left the courtyard and headed towards the branch office of the Huanhua Sword Sect here. As far as he knew, Qi Zhengyan had been transferred to Maoling, so he didn't bother It didn't take much effort to see this person.

In a courtyard, two people sat opposite each other.

Qi Zhengyan's pupils were black and moist, like two dark gems, with an inexplicable depth inside, like an ocean without wind and waves.

His breath was long and steady, and he did not escape Xu Ning's gaze, but he tightened his lips like an ancient well without saying a word.

Xu Ning didn't say anything at first, just looking at the aura on Qi Zhengyan's body. He didn't have any outdoor scenes yet, but there was a trace of aura that made him a little bit embarrassed.

Perhaps it had been too long, and the heat of the tea on the coffee table between the two of them was no longer there.

"Junior Brother Xu has such a keen sense, please come with me." In the end, Qi Zhengyan was the first to speak, leading Xu Ning through the courtyards to a deserted river.

He looked at the wide and wavy river in front of him, clear and unclear, like the dead.

"The blessing lies in the misfortune, the misfortune lies in the hiding place, this death mission..." Before Qi Zhengyan could finish his words, an evil wind suddenly blew up around him, and a little red light flew out of Qi Zhengyan's body, mixing with it. The evil wind condensed into a dharma image, with a human head and a dragon body, six arms, and a face that was % similar to Qi Zhengyan's.

Before the exterior scene is completed, the power of the Dharma has been released.

This Dharma-connected body is blood-colored, with an indescribable strangeness and familiarity. Its six arms hold destruction, killing, blood beads, congealing filth, holding ice-cold flowers, or pinching red evil fire.

Although it is not depraved in itself, it is creepy.

Qi Zhengyan didn't say anything, as if the terrifying image filled with tyrannical blood took a step forward, overlapped with him, shrunk to a point, and formed a bloody stain between his eyebrows, like a half moon like lotus petals, the breath rose rapidly, making people close to darkness The feeling, the green shirt flutters, and there is a bit of strength in addition to calmness.

"When I was in the devil's tomb, in order to avoid danger, I strayed into the lake transformed by the blood of the devil's lord. I was soaked in the blood and transformed myself quietly. From them, I got the inheritance and experience of the devil's lord." Qi Zhengyan's gaze was still deep and without ripples, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "At first I resisted, I upheld the righteous way, and I didn't want to degenerate and join forces with demons, but when I was in Lingshan, I was at a dead end, I asked myself, and I just gave up. Are you willing?"

"I'm not reconciled. From a disciple with ordinary aptitude, neglected, and unable to pass on advanced exercises, step by step to a completely reborn disciple, with promising external prospects, I am not reconciled to just die like this."

"Whether it is fate or God's arrangement, I am not reconciled."

"So, I chose to fuse the blood of the demon lord and inherit his skills, experience and will."

Qi Zhengyan talked about the choices he made, while Xu Ning listened and did not reply.

Whether it was the Demon Tomb World or the Lingshan Journey to the West world, he had never taken any adventure with Meng Qi and others, so he didn't know what they were facing.

"I see, but for me, you don't have to hide it." Xu Ning had a smile on his lips, and Qi Zhengyan across from him also smiled.

Qi Zhengyan, who chose the devil master, will be punished by the world in the future. This is a passive way, while Xu Ning, with a sharp knife in his heart, started to kill himself, and slaughtered his family with Yicheng, completely ignoring the Shaolin Temple he used to be in, and disregarding world view.In Qi Zhengyan's eyes, no matter what Junior Brother Xu saw, he would not be surprised, nor would he be kidnapped by the worldly attitude, which was why he showed such a posture today.

"It's a pity that I was separated by the demon and could not save Miss Qi..." Qi Zhengyan sighed. He also thought that Qi Xia and Xu Ning were having an affair.

Xu Ning stopped Qi Zheng's words directly, shook his head and said: "The higher the cultivation level, the further away from reality. If you reach the highest level, everything will be like a mirror, everything can be changed and rewritten."

After saying that, Xu Ning's figure gradually faded away, and the realm of the outer scene was released. A touch of cyan loomed in the chaotic appearance, disappearing with Xu Ning.

Looking at the departing figure of Junior Brother Xu, Qi Zhengyan returned to normal and did not speak.

******
The setting sun slanted down, illuminating the thatched cottage like a fire.

A young man in his twenties, dressed as a farmer, was chopping firewood, boiling water, and cooking vegetables peacefully and peacefully, without a hint of impatience, as if he was enjoying everything.

He has an ordinary appearance, dark skin, and only a pair of thick eyebrows that attract people's attention. He seems to be no different from other farmers, but there is a subtle charm in his movements and movements, which is natural, true, and peaceful.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, a dart entered the room and stuck it on the beam, two rooms away from the kitchen where the "young farmer" was.

The man smiled and shook his head, without showing any irritation, walked slowly to the beam and pillar, pulled out the dart, took off the note, and unfolded it for a look.

"Maoling..."

He was half puzzled, half sighing.

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In the restaurant, a young gentleman was drunk.

His appearance can only be called good, but he has an elegant temperament even when he is drunk. down to earth.

Gulu, he took a sip of wine and was about to refill it when he touched a note.

"What is this?" He opened it bleary-eyed.

"Maoling..." he muttered to himself, and then laughed out loud, "How can it compare to fine wine?"

He slapped the table and sang loudly:
"The sages and sages in ancient times were all lonely, only the drinkers kept their names."

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At the seaside, when the tide is high, waves rush to the embankment, and sometimes there are high waves.

On the embankment, sat a young man, dressed in a black suit, with a long knife across his knees, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, turning a blind eye to the coming high waves and tides.

He has a square face, and his facial features are only good, but he gives off a tough and heroic feeling.

The waves hit, several feet high, majestic and majestic, about to split the embankment.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, his light was as real as it was, and he swung the long knife out.

The saber is surging, the saber intent is surging, and the saber is surging, as if it has turned into another high wave, and a little tide surges on the shore.

Heavenly sympathy!

boom!
The two "waves" collided, and the sound of crashing was deafening, like a tsunami erupting.

The long knife flew back, and the waves collapsed and turned into sprays, scattering white foam.

The young man put the knife back into its sheath, turned away from the embankment, and walked towards his landlord.

"There is your letter." The landlord saw the scene just now, his face turned pale with fright.

The young man tore up the letter and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Maoling..."

…………

In a ruined temple, a tall, thin but powerful man let go of his right hand, allowing the corpse in his hand to fall to the ground.

"Is this the master of the Central Plains..." He said in a strange language, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were unwavering, like a cruel beast.

He leaned over and found a piece of paper from the corpse's arms, and read it out in Dajin official dialect:
"... Maoling..."

Throughout the world, countless heroes and heroes came to the land of Maoling for various reasons. Qi Zhengyan was considered as half of the hosts, but Maoling, Meng Qi, and Jiang Zhiwei were thousands of miles away. The guy also received the news and came here.

………………

The sky is full of frost and moon, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is sad.

In an alley, under the locust tree, a gray-haired old man was carving wood carvings, with a focused expression, as if he was holding the most sacred thing in his hands. His attitude was so pious that many people have never achieved anything in their lives, no matter how obsessed they are. Okay, so be it faith, it’s still short of strength after all.

On the other side, Xu Ning stayed here, looking at this carving honestly.

A month has passed since the conversation with Qi Zhengyan. After parting ways, Xu Ning originally wanted to find a place to practice and improve his cultivation, but he never expected that he would be caught here.

Yes, he didn't come here on his own initiative, but he came here passively to watch this strong man from the Heavenly List carve wood and play with it.

"Thanks to the help of the senior, the junior's swordsmanship has improved a lot." After watching for a while, Xu Ning said after seeing the old man's movements stagnant.

The old man put down the wood carving and carving knife, concentrated on chatting, and said with a smile, "Young people are awesome. If I practiced swords back then, if I had % of your talent and progress, I wouldn't be scolded by my master."

"But the younger generation does not have the concentration and consistency of the elders, which remains unchanged over the years. On the road to cultivation, talent, luck, and opportunity can make a person go faster and further in the same time, but how long he can go depends on hard work and Concentrate." Xu Ning replied sincerely.

The old man shook his head, and laughed at himself: "The old man has always been stupid, and he can't be distracted by doing anything. Others can practice many sword moves at one time, but the old man can only practice one move very proficiently, and he can do it with his hands. Practice the next sword move without interference, otherwise you will focus on one and lose the other, and you will not be able to practice both moves. The same is true for other things. The talent is not as good as others, so you can only work hard on concentration, hard work and hard work , there is no other way.”

While speaking, he touched a sword beside him. It was a long sword wrapped in a light black old scabbard. It had an ordinary shape and an ordinary breath.

Xu Ning watched the old man's movement of touching the sword. At that moment, he felt the zhenqi in his body jump suddenly. The "Seven Swords of Cutting Heaven" from the world inherited by Emperor Zhenwu had a keen response to the old man's movement.

(End of this chapter)