Shen Yu looked at the nameless old man who was trapped by Jiuyou Qi quietly, with no wave in his eyes, as if he had known the progress of the matter very early.
Master Kunlun is not very famous in the entire spiritual wasteland. Even when many practitioners mention the countless powerful men in the world, they often ignore this Taoist leader who has not left the mountain for decades.
But Shen Yu knew very well what kind of power the headmaster of the Taoist ancestral court had.
Even though she had a relaxed and comfortable fight with Dong Chengyi, the direct disciple of the Kunlun Master, Shen Yu did not despise the Master in the slightest.
How can such a person be so miserable if he can teach a person who has entered the upper three realms as a disciple at the age of thirty?
In the previous competition, Dong Chengyi was defeated simply because of his understanding of swordsmanship. If he relied on his cultivation in the upper three realms, even Shen Yu would have to use his trump card to win.
Shen Yu waved his sleeves casually, and the power of cause and effect wrapped around his body trembled. If this kind of power that swallowed up longevity essence was placed on an ordinary person, it would have turned him into a rotten withered bone. However, on Shen Yu, it was like The breeze supports the hills, the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle.
"A disciple of Lu Xuanji, the master of Kunlun's generation."
Shen Yu looked at the scene in front of him and said calmly: "A young man who has reached the third realm, his talent is no better than mine. Maybe it is true as he said, you have lived for three thousand years, but the longer you live, the more you go back."
The old man was struggling hard in the Nine Netherworld Ghost Cord. Even this sword god who dominated the spiritual wilderness countless years ago was now like a bleak old man, and could only struggle feebly.
Although the name of this magic weapon has the word "ghost" in it, it can be regarded as one of the top three immortal weapons in Kunlun Holy Land and even among Taoist sects.
It also has a more famous name, Immortal Binding Suo.
Even immortals who have become true immortals can easily bind and immobilize their souls, making those trapped, whether they are humans, gods, or immortals, turn into mortals.
What's more, after the old man broke free from the constraints of heaven and earth, his life passed faster and faster, and now he didn't have much life energy left.
The old man looked at the young man who was laughing wildly, and sighed: "You know, your Taoist heart has already been deviated. The will of this world is affecting you all the time. What awaits you will be the same situation I had before."
The young man holding the immortal rope raised his lips slightly and said mockingly: "No one can take away my will. I will merge this world, absorb the power of heaven and earth, and then connect you to Fuyao Mountain again."
The young man paused, then looked at Shen Yu who was sitting cross-legged not far away, and said sinisterly: "As for him, a useless person who is constantly being eroded by the power of cause and effect, he will stay here with me."
At this moment, the young man, or rather Dong Chengyi, felt for the first time that his Taoist heart was extremely clear and smooth, the humiliation of being suppressed by Wan Jianyi for more than 20 years, the disregard of the woman he loved in his heart, the indifference of the real master, these... All disappeared.
Dong Chengyi was waiting. He had been waiting on purpose from the beginning when he lost to Shen Yu. As the direct disciple of Kunlun Headmaster, how could he not know some secrets of Fuyao Sword Sect.
For this reason, he even went to the master in person and borrowed the Immortal Binding Rope, hoping to come here to investigate the matter.
Sure enough, things went smoothly. Except for meeting Shen Yu and losing to him in swordsmanship, everything developed as he expected.
The Fuyao Sword Array revealed his true form, the nameless old man who had lived for three thousand years on the top of the mountain. What surprised him the most was that Shen Yu cut off the connection between the old man and the world without even taking action himself.
As long as he uses the Kunlun secret method to absorb the old man's realm cultivation and swordsmanship understanding, then there is a great possibility of reaching the sky in one step, stepping into the fairyland, and becoming one of the most pinnacle people in the world.
"Do you really think that by absorbing my realm cultivation and swordsmanship understanding, you can step into that realm?"
The old man lost any trace of anger at this moment and said calmly: "I have fused the world with my body for three thousand years, not only for immortality, but also to find a way forward. But later I found that this road was impassable, so I borrowed the hands of Mr. Shen to come. Cut off heaven and earth."
The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, "The will of Heaven is everywhere."
Dong Chengyi sneered
He laughed and said, "No, I only want your level of cultivation. As for the person that Heavenly Dao is looking for, I think this guy is very suitable."
The guy they were talking about looked calm at the moment, seemingly not caring about the current situation.
He didn't even speak.
In Shen Yu's view, Master Kunlun must have expected what would happen next when he lent the Immortal Binding Rope. A Lord of the Holy Land, one of the top figures in the spiritual wilderness, would not be so simple.
Things seemed to be as Shen Yu imagined. Dong Chengyi relied on the ability of the Kunlun Immortal Artifact, Binding Immortal Rope, to continuously absorb the majestic black energy emanating from the old man's body.
These strange black auras contain the old man's three thousand years of swordsmanship understanding and realm cultivation. Even though he has been extracted from Fuyao Mountain for so long, the power contained in it makes Dong Chengyi, who has just entered the upper three realms, instantly As time goes by, the realm rises.
The old man's stooped and thin body, which had just broken through the shackles of Fuyao Mountain, became even weaker at this moment, like a withered bone covered in human skin.
But what's strange is that the old man's face, as weathered as a knife, is filled with incomparable tranquility.
This kind of technique, which is almost a magic technique, can be regarded as a forbidden spell in the Taoist sect. Except for Shangguan Wuju, the number one person in the magic way who died under the sword of Master Daoyan, almost no one in Linghuang dares to use it.
Dong Chengyi, a talented young disciple in the Kunlun Ancestral Court, was like a Nine Nether Shura descending at this moment, his handsome face was filled with black energy, and his originally bright and pure eyes turned scarlet.
"Is this the Ascension Realm?" Dong Chengyi looked up at the sky, clenched his right hand suddenly, and let out an exclamation.
According to the normal speed of cultivation, even with his qualifications, it would take hundreds of years or more to enter the Ascension Realm, and it would take great opportunities to even have the slightest chance of breaking that barrier.
Dong Chengyi felt extremely satisfied. Kunlun's Dao Zang once recorded that three thousand years ago or even longer, as long as a practitioner entered the ascension realm, it was possible to ascend to the sky and ascend to another fairyland in one step.
It's just that after thousands of years, there has been no news of anyone ascending to immortality. The pinnacle of the entire spiritual realm is the fairyland, the peak of the nine realms.
Feeling the majestic and powerful spiritual energy pouring into his body, the feeling of life and death being held in his hands made Dong Chengyi extremely smooth.
From this moment on, Wan Jianyi will one day be defeated by his own sword.
And that beautiful woman will also become a Taoist companion who will accompany him throughout his life.
Before that, there is one more thing to do.
That is to defeat or kill the guy named Shen Yu.
After integrating the majestic realm cultivation of the unknown old man, the true knowledge of swordsmanship poured into the sea of consciousness like a river rushing into the sea.
It turns out that this is what kendo looks like.
Dong Chengyi's scarlet eyes glanced at Fuyao, the broken sword stuck upside down on the ground, and murmured.
"Sword rises!"
The broken sword that had fallen into the wilderness for nine days seemed to have been summoned. The sword could not help trembling, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards Dong Chengyi.
With the sword in his hand, Dong Chengyi's face was full of smiles. He looked at Shen Yu in the distance and said, "An immortal who has lived for three thousand years and a reincarnated person. It turns out that this is your secret."
As the nameless old man lay helpless on the ground, Dong Chengyi, who absorbed the old man's body, instantly knew the identity of Shen Yu, as well as the origin of the nameless old man known as the Sword God.
That legendary and magnificent experience made Dong Chengyi almost lose consciousness for a moment. Fortunately, he relied on Kunlun's skills to write down those things one by one.
Dong Cheng noticed that Shen Yu didn't speak, and said even more proudly: "It turns out that you are the reincarnation of Master Taixuan three thousand years ago, who was once the strongest person in the world. However, soon you will meet this old man who is known as the Sword God. Let’s die together, guys.”
Dong Chengyi took a step forward and looked at Shen Yu's expression. His eyes were full of disdain and said: "So what if you were once the best in the world."
Shen Yu looked straight at the man whose face was full of disdain, ridicule and pride, and said calmly: "You
He will die, he will die soon. "
Dong Chengyi laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing, "Who, who can kill me, that old guy with no cultivation, or you, a useless person riddled with karma?"
The descendant of Kunlun, who wanted to vent his emotions, turned around and looked at the mountainside, and then said: "It's still the Shuiyue Fairy from Yaochi. Even if they are all awake at this moment, how can they resist an Ascension Realm practitioner."
Shen Yu shook his head and said calmly: "It's not me, nor the nameless old man, it's Lu Caiwei."
Junior sister? Dong Chengyi looked at Shen Yu in astonishment, whose face had suddenly aged decades. His face was full of disbelief.
Because at some point, a beautiful woman wearing a white gauze face and holding a Qing Suo sword was standing in the field, her watery eyes staring coldly ahead.
Shen Yu was not surprised by the arrival of the beautiful woman and asked calmly: "In that small village by the river, I once told you a truth. Practitioners are always selfish and full of calculations. This world is not It’s as beautiful as you imagined.”
Shen Yu glanced at the woman who had already accomplished Taoism and reached the peak of the Immortal Ascension Realm, and continued: "But you have never been willing to look at it with this vicissitudes of life that has seen thousands of stories. After so many years, , do you still think so?"
Lu Caiwei was silent for a long time and did not answer Shen Yu's question. She just turned her head and looked at the senior brother who had reached an incredible state and said, "Senior Brother Dong, are you going to kill all of us?"
The woman's voice was very soft, but also very cold. The entire Fuyao Mountain had already stopped until the wind and snow fell again. In the blink of an eye, the four people in the room were covered in the sky with flying snow, and the cold wind blew and howled in the mountain.
There was a little nostalgia in Dong Chengyi's eyes, then he shook his head and said resolutely: "Junior Sister Lu, I can't go back. From the moment I borrowed the Immortal Binding Rope from Master, I had no way to turn back."
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