I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Tiandun sword intent?

Yan Xiu's eyes lit up.

Could this be the magical power practiced by the legendary sword immortal Lu Dongbin?

Immediately he closed his eyes again and began to comprehend this magical power.

It is said that this magical power was inherited by Lu Dongbin from the True Man of Fire Dragon. With this magical power, Lu Zu was called the ancestor of sword immortals.

There are two types of sword techniques: form sword and Tao sword.

The first type of sword, as the name suggests, is a tangible sword.

Whether it is a toy wooden sword carved from a tree, a sword made of fine iron that has been hammered for thousands of years, or a sword forged from other materials, they are all tangible swords.

The second type is the Tao Sword, which is an invisible sword.

The Taoist sword technique is about concentrating a divine thought and controlling the sword with Qi. Tiandun sword technique belongs to this category.

The physical sword cuts the flesh, and the Taoist sword destroys the soul!

However, the sword that is cultivated can have the killing power to penetrate gold and split stone, but its main function is to assist in cultivation.

Fire Dragon Master once said: "The first sword of the Sky Escape will cut through greed, anger, ignorance and rage; the second will cut through nameless worries; the third will cut through the inner demons of cultivation."

From this we can see that the Tiandun sword intent is not only a supreme magical power, but also a magical weapon that helps people to achieve twice the result with half the effort in their practice.

With this magical power in place, no matter what kind of inner demons you have, they will not be able to affect Yan Xiu in the slightest, and will all be strangled into oblivion by the Tiandun sword intent.

After receiving the Tiandun Sword Intention, Yan Xiu's excitement was beyond words.

However, there are still some finishing touches waiting for him to deal with. It will not be too late to practice the Tiandun Sword Intent after all the things are dealt with.

Immediately he opened his eyes and stood up, and the stars in the sky burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"God bless you, Dao Zun is not dead!"

"Nonsense, Dao Zun is an immortal, how could he die?"

"Great! Great! God bless the Yuan Dynasty, God bless the Daoist Master!"

Yan Xiu lowered his eyes and looked at Xue Ling and others.

Xue Ling, who was repeatedly struck by the aftermath of thunder and was on the verge of death and then saved by the dew drop, is now numb and lies on the ground with a look of despair.

Instead, the three Hunyuan Realm elders stood there in a daze.

Suddenly, one of them knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yan Xiu from a distance, his tone full of fanaticism.

"We are just ordinary mortals who have no vision and have offended the immortal. Please forgive me. I am willing to serve you as my master for the rest of my life. I am willing to go through fire and water, just to let me stay and serve you!"

After witnessing the Taoist Master enduring the thunder tribulation with his own eyes, the elder had already regarded Yan Xiu as a real immortal in his heart.

His eyes were full of fanaticism, like the most devout believer in the world.

"Elder Qi, what are you doing? Hurry up and get up!"

Another half-human, half-ape elder shouted angrily.

"The magic this person just performed must be a sorcery. Are you going to worship a monster as your master?"

The kneeling elder turned a deaf ear and just pressed his head against the ground.

"Such behavior is simply a disgrace to the name of Lingxu Palace, even if you are an elder..."

The elder saw that his advice was ineffective and was about to take action to clean up the mess, but his voice suddenly stopped.

"Noisy."

Yan Xiu lightly pointed his finger, and the elder turned into dust and scattered all over the ground.

This shocking scene caused a huge wave of shock in everyone's heart.

Just one finger is enough to kill a person in Hunyuan realm!

What kind of cultivation level does this Taoist have?

Xue Ling smiled bitterly in his heart. Even his master, Sang Qingshan, the master of Lingxu Palace, might not be able to do it.

Yan Xiu faced the elder who was prostrating himself, without even looking at him, but just pointed out two fingers.

The remaining two Lingxu Palace Hunyuan Realm elders died in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace, as if they had never appeared in this world.

Those who are not my disciples must have different hearts.

Although this man seemed to be submissive to Yan Xiu's feat and great strength in surviving the thunder tribulation, who knew if he had evil intentions.

Although the Hunyuan Realm sounds very exciting, Yan Xiu will never let such a time bomb stay by his side.

He has full confidence and ability to let Helian Cheng, Liu Wuyan and others reach this realm.

As these were talents personally selected and trained by Yan Xiu, Yan Xiu was naturally relieved.

If Yan Xiu were to recruit him out of impulse, he would regret it deeply if any accident happened.

Even though Xue Ling watched the three Hunyuan Realm elders die in front of him, his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

Yan Xiu descended from the sky and walked up to Xue Ling.

The latter had a numb expression. He looked up at Yan Xiu and then lowered his head again.

"You can kill me or chop me up as you please. If you utter the word "spare my life" from my lips, write the name "Xue Ling" upside down!"

Xue Ling, knowing that his death was imminent, now became tough.

Even if I die, I must die with my head held high and never bring shame to a disciple of Lingxu Palace.

Yan Xiu flicked his sleeves, and suddenly writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in front of Xue Ling.

"Write down everything you have learned in your life and the art of entering dreams."

Yan Xiu's words sounded like destiny to Xue Ling, and he did not even have the slightest thought of resistance.

He watched himself pick up the pen, touch the ink, and then start writing on the paper.

"No! No! Stop it!"

Xue Ling roared in his heart, his eyes red.

But his hands were not slow at all and his handwriting was neat.

Soon, Xue Ling had written down everything he had learned in his life and the art of entering dreams.

Yan Xiu took it with a smile on his face.

Ever since Sang Qingshan performed this dream-entering technique once, he became interested in it.

Since Xue Ling is Sang Qingshan's direct disciple, he must have taught him everything he knows, and there must be no falsehood in that.

After confirming the dream-entering technique, Yan Xiu pointed out and was about to kill him.

But the next moment, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from Xue Ling's body.

"Who dares to hurt my disciple?"

A voice as deep as a mountain sounded.

At the same time, the mountains and rivers changed color, and day and night alternated.

An inverted landscape of mountains and rivers was reflected in the sky, and a big sun rose and hung high above the head.

Specks of light shone out from the sun and gathered into a figure that appeared in front of Yan Xiu.

When Xue Ling heard this voice, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart and he exclaimed.

"Master!"

The phantom gradually took shape and transformed into the appearance of Sang Qingshan.

After scanning the surroundings with lightning-like eyes, his gaze fell on Yan Xiu.

"I am Sang Qingshan, the master of Lingxu Palace. I wonder who your teacher is?"

Although this phantom possessed one-third of Sang Qingshan's strength, he found that he could not see through Yan Xiu's realm after scrutinizing him, so he had to use his position as the Palace Master of Lingxu Palace.

The person opposite him has such advanced skills at such a young age, he must be from some worldly clan.

Relying on the prestigious status of Lingxu Palace, I think the other party would be somewhat cautious.

Yan Xiu chuckled and said in a teasing tone: "Back then, you regarded Nan Tianren of the Cang Qiong Sect, Hui Ke, the abbot of the Lei Yin Temple, and Yan Yuguang of the Yu Qing Sect as fish on the chopping board. How come you have lost that prestige now?"

When Sang Qingshan heard this, his face changed slightly, and he asked in surprise and doubt: "Is it you?"