Many high-level monks from Xuanyang City rushed here, only to find that there was no one here.
Only the huge pit is left, like the mouth of a giant beast, as if it chooses people to devour.
The terrifying earth fire has been swallowed up by He Ping'an using Nanmingli Fire.
But there was no way He Pingan could restore the huge pit to its original state.
Maybe in the future, another lake with a radius of hundreds of miles will be formed here.
Many monks were silent, each found a place, and sat cross-legged in the pit, feeling the aura of He Ping'an that remained here.
If they could understand the essence of the aura of the Golden Fairyland monks, they would certainly benefit from it endlessly.
...
In the drug testing department, He Pingan had just returned to the alchemy room.
Han Li's figure appeared outside the door.
"Did you do that movement outside the city?"
Han Li's questioning voice came from outside the alchemy room.
Since clearing most of the Red Lotus Karma Fire, Han Li's cultivation has reached the peak of the True Immortal. However, he has not recovered from his serious injury, so his cultivation has not yet returned to the Golden Immortal Realm.
Even so, with his current level of cultivation, he can also unblock the entire Daxuan and pass Wuji.
But at this time, he had to stop outside He Ping'an's alchemy room.
His spiritual consciousness felt that there seemed to be an extremely strange mana fluctuation outside the alchemy room. The formation was not like the formation, and the talisman was not like the talisman, but it was paradoxical.
His intuition told him that if he forced his way in without the permission of the master of the formation, he would be greeted by continuous attacks.
"good!"
He Pingan frankly admitted that it was only he and Han Li who could make such a big noise in Daxuan, so there was no need to deny it.
After the words fell, the formation slowly opened, waiting for Han Li to enter.
"Forget it, I won't go in..."
Han Li cautiously glanced at the slowly opening formation. In his eyes, it looked like a monster that chose people to eat. He thought for a moment and finally turned around and left.
Don't step into other people's formations easily. This is the lesson Han Li learned through blood and tears after being tricked by Emperor Jiaming.
"Hey, this guy..."
He Ping'an was a little strange, weren't you the one who came to see me?
Why did I open the formation for you and you didn't come?
He Ping'an shook his head and ignored Han Li's strange behavior. He had more important things to do now.
In the way of spiritual practice, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.
How can I reach this state of practice in peace and practice? It is all due to my own hard work and extraordinary talents...,
Dark blue, add some!
He Ping'an swallowed all the remaining four elixirs made by the Dragon King and Prince's Dragon Balls into his mouth. As his mind wandered, a familiar scene like a revolving lantern emerged.
After a while, the reward appears.
The first one is a reward for two hundred years of Taoism.
The second one will reward one hundred and sixty years of Taoism.
The third one will reward one hundred and twenty-eight years of Taoism.
By the fourth one, the reward can reach a hundred years of Taoism.
At this moment, He Pingan's Taoism has increased by more than five hundred years. However, from the vague reminder of Yi Dan Pavilion, he knew that next time, if he wanted to have a qualitative change in his cultivation, he would have to at least It takes a hundred thousand years of Taoism.
"This is... too outrageous..."
He Ping'an couldn't help but wailed in his heart.
I have been in the Drug Testing Department for ten years, but I have not practiced Taoism for ten thousand years.
One hundred thousand years of Taoism, according to the past progress, it will take another hundred years...
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore... He Ping'an shook his head. No matter how many years he has practiced Taoism, he must be down-to-earth and take it step by step.
He Ping'an waved his hand, and countless bottles and jars appeared in his hand.
These are the elixirs that He Pingan got from Han Li. They are all of extraordinary quality, but most of them are good elixirs, which are of little significance to He Pingan.
He used his spiritual will to carefully screen out the ones he could use to test the medicine. The rest would be handed over to Hong Xifei when he returned to the Immortal Cao Hall.
Speaking of which, he had been using a clone to fool Hong Xifei in the past few days.
This little-waisted guy was somewhat left out.
He Pingan raised his eyebrows and smiled. When he goes back tonight, he will execute this little goblin on the spot.
Every time she teased him before, he could only hold back, but today, he wanted to give her a cup of boiling soy milk.
While thinking, He Ping'an threw those poison pills and waste pills into his mouth one by one.
The scene in front of him flashed. Each of Han Li's pills was extremely extraordinary. In a short period of time, He Ping'an had gained more than five hundred years of Taoism.
Daoxing has been here for more than 11,000 years.
When he took a pill wrapped in sword energy, his eyes suddenly blurred, and a picture emerged.
...
Daxuan, the unparalleled sword sect.
A man with disabled legs used only one hand to hold his body up and climbed along the winding mountain road to the top of the mountain.
Five days and five nights later, this man's hands were covered in flesh and blood. On his palms, the white metacarpal bones had been exposed. With only his will, he actually climbed up the Wushuang Sword Mountain.
"How did you get up here?"
The Taoist boy guarding the mountain gate jumped down from the tree and was slightly surprised when he looked at the boy in front of him, who was only about twelve years old and had a resolute face.
Wushuang Sword Mountain, even for a person with normal health, would need close to two days and two nights to climb the mountain, and would have to go through various hardships.
Many people who come to Wushuang Sword Mountain to seek swords are restricted by this harsh first entrance test. In the end, they look at the towering mountain gate and shake their heads before returning.
And could this boy really climb up just by relying on his hands?
There must be an expert behind you to help.
"I am...ahem...apprentice..."
The boy opened his bloodless lips, and as soon as he said the word "become a master", he suddenly felt dizzy, and then he fainted and fell to the ground without knowing what was going on.
When he fell to the ground, his hands molded with flesh and blood appeared in front of the little Taoist boy in shock.
"Master, someone fainted..."
Vaguely, I seemed to hear the anxious shouts of the little Taoist boy.
...
Unparalleled sword sect, wing room.
"Master, how is he?"
The little boy asked with concern.
He was struck by the spirit of this boy who was similar to his own age, and unknowingly, he began to care about him.
"It's probably just overworked and excessive blood loss. Take the elixir and you'll be fine soon."
A middle-aged Taoist priest carrying a long sword put down the boy's wrist and ordered: "It will take at most an hour for him to wake up, and then you can send him down the mountain."
"Ah, won't you accept him?"
Xiao Daotong asked with a frustrated look.
"Why should you accept him? His legs are mutilated and his qualifications are average. Even in cultivation, he is destined to have no future."
The middle-aged Taoist explained.
"But......"
"No but..."
The middle-aged Taoist rudely interrupted the little Taoist boy's voice. Seeing the little Taoist boy's frustrated face, he seemed to realize that he was a little impatient, so he couldn't help but said: "Hong'er, you have to know that the way to cultivate immortality is to go against the will of heaven. .”
"No matter how strong your will is, if your qualifications are not good enough, you are destined to be unable to go further on the path of cultivating immortality. Instead, you will waste your cultivation resources..."
"oh......"
The little Taoist boy answered with a vague understanding and no longer struggled with the issue.
Upon hearing this, the boy's lips moved, as if he was about to wake up.
"Hey, being able to wake up so quickly shows that your mental strength is quite extraordinary."
The middle-aged Taoist showed a little surprise, but soon his expression returned to normal. He glanced at the boy's mutilated legs and sighed: "It's a pity. If the limbs were healthy, he could be accepted as an outer disciple... ..”
Just as he was about to leave, the boy suddenly stretched out a hand wrapped in linen and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Senior... please accept me, Wang Lin. Even if I work like a cow or a horse, I still want to repay you!"
The boy's dry voice came out of his throat. He stayed awake for five days and five nights, neither eating nor drinking. Even though he took a blood-restoring pill from the Wushuang Sword Sect, his body could not recover to its full state in a short period of time.
"Master, accept him. Didn't you also tell him that he has good mental strength?"
The little Taoist boy begged repeatedly.
"Do you really want to join the Immortal Sect?"
The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment. Unable to withstand his lover's teasing, his heart softened and he asked.
"Yes, Wang Lin is willing to join the Immortal Sect."
"Even as a handyman disciple?"
The middle-aged Taoist asked again.
Although this child has good mental strength, it is a pity that his legs are disabled. If he can accept him as a handyman, he is already doing a favor.
"Wang Lin is willing to be a handyman disciple."
Wang Lin's thin face was full of determination.
He has a blood feud, and his enemies are powerful. If he cannot join the Immortal Sect, there will be no hope of revenge in this life.
"good!"
.....
In the blink of an eye, it is already four years later.
Unparalleled sword sect, back mountain.
A young man with missing legs and wearing linen clothes was sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he was waving a long sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy overflowed.
On the ground not far away, there were sword marks everywhere.
"Wang Lin, that's good. He has entered the ninth level."
At this moment, several young men with playful smiles surrounded him with malicious intent.
"Li Shixiu..."
When Wang Lin saw the leading man, his face was extremely cold.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Ever since Wang Lin entered the Wushuang Sword Sect and became a handyman disciple, he has been disliked by Li Shixiu.
Often bullied by him, Wang Linqing knew that he could not defeat Li Shixiu, so he could only swallow his anger.
Just when Li Shixiu and others were gearing up, a thunderbolt suddenly passed across the horizon, and within a few breaths, it was already in front of Wang Lin.
"Li Shixiu, it's you again!"
The sword light faded away, revealing a slender man. Seeing Li Shixiu, a look of disgust appeared on his face.
"Duguhong?"
As soon as she saw this slender man, Li Shixiu's expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and left with everyone.
At this moment, Wang Lin's voice came from behind him: "Li Shixiu, I want to ask you, why do you focus on me?"
Li Shixiu paused for a moment, remained silent for a moment, and then softly said: "A handyman should have the consciousness of a handyman!"
Then he strode away.
"Wang Lin, are you okay?"
Duguhong watched Li Shixiu leave coldly, then turned around and asked with concern.
"I'm fine."
Wang Lin looked at Dugu Hong in front of him. Although his appearance had changed drastically, he could still vaguely see the shadow of the Taoist boy from back then.
As for his cultivation, there have been earth-shaking changes, and he is now at the sixth level of Taoism.
The gap between the two is like a world of difference.
"By the way, this is the new sword technique my master taught me. I'll show it to you, and you can learn it again..."
Duguhong suddenly thought of something and began to draw in front of Wang Lin.
The two of you talk to each other and I ask a question. Soon, it will be three years later.
In the sect's grand competition, several disciples with high abilities are selected from among the handyman disciples every year to become outer sect disciples.
And outer sect disciples also have the opportunity to become inner sect disciples.
If the inner disciples perform well in the competition, they can also become the direct disciples of the elders of the Wushuang Sword Sect.
Wang Lin's cultivation at this time has shockingly reached the eighth level of martial arts.
He found that as his level of cultivation increased, it became easier to improve.
Especially for his swordsmanship, he seems to be born to practice swordsmanship. He has already mastered the unparalleled sword techniques taught by Duguhong, which can only be practiced by inner disciples.
Li Shixiu, who had bullied him back then, had been taught a lesson by him and did not dare to appear in front of him again.
In the sect competition, Wang Lin was like a dark horse, standing out from the nearly a thousand handyman disciples of the Wushuang Sword Sect.
The handyman disciple who was fighting with him couldn't even force him to move while he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, so he was chopped down with a sword.
Another two years have passed, and Wang Lin's cultivation has reached the seventh level.
At this time, Duguhong had broken through to the fifth level of the Taoist sect, but even Duguhong could not answer some of the questions Wang Lin raised while practicing the Unparalleled Sword Art.
In the sect competition, Wang Lin suddenly emerged again and won the first place among the outer disciples in the sect competition.
Even the outer disciples who were also at the seventh level of cultivation were no enemy of his sword.
However, at this moment, his amazing performance was discovered by the elder who was supervising the battle to be fishy.
As the war supervisor reported the news that an outer sect disciple was practicing inner sect techniques, things got out of control.
The elders were quarreling fiercely. Some people thought that Wang Lin was gifted with swordsmanship and could be made into something.
Some elders believe that as outer sect disciples, practicing inner sect skills has violated a taboo, and they should abolish their cultivation and be expelled from the sect.
However, Wang Lin, who was the chief culprit, did not take it seriously even at such a critical moment of life and death. He was just immersed in his own world of swordsmanship and could not extricate himself.
But in the end, the head of the Wushuang Sword Sect took pity on his talent in swordsmanship and overcame all opinions and accepted Wang Lin as a closed disciple, and the matter was settled.
From then on, Wang Lin felt as if he had entered a treasure house. He read all the kendo classics of the Wushuang Sword Sect, and his cultivation level soared. Two years later, his cultivation level broke through the sixth level, especially his kendo cultivation level, which was the third level. The elders are also ashamed of themselves.
Although Duguhong was one level above him, he could only narrowly defeat Wang Lin in several battles.
However, as his cultivation level increased, Wang Lin gradually lost himself in the way of swordsmanship.
He made bold promises to create the world's top kendo, and even tried to exchange the Immortal Sect's unparalleled sword techniques for a small Immortal Sect's kendo classics that were not even available to third-level monks.
How can the Immortal Sect's inheritance be passed on to outsiders casually? His approach almost made the Wushuang Sword Sect a laughing stock among the Immortal Sect.
Finally, the leader came out and caught him back, and used other classics to replace the Wushuang Sword Technique from that small sect.
The Wushuang Sword Sect almost expelled him from the sect, but the leader still took pity on his talent and demoted him to the back mountain to repent, but Wang Lin was happy with it.
Without the distractions of worldly affairs, his swordsmanship progressed faster.
Another three years have passed, and his cultivation has reached the fourth level, the same level as Dugu Hong who has broken through the fourth level.
But in every fight, Duguhong was far from his opponent.
Unexpectedly, Wang Lin did another shocking thing at this time.
He sneaked into Xuanyang City and wanted to steal the sword code stored in the Hidden Sword Pavilion of the Daxuan royal family.
However, he was taken down by the first-level master guarding the Hidden Sword Pavilion, his Dantian was broken, his cultivation was completely destroyed, and he was completely reduced to a useless person.
The Wushuang Sword Sect was also completely disappointed with him and no longer cared about his life or death.
Ten years later, in the Daxuan Immortal Realm, a man nicknamed Sword Crazy suddenly appeared. With a wooden sword in his hand, he fought against all the masters in the world.
Even the second-grade monks could not defeat three swords in his hands.
Until finally, he came to Wushuang Sword Mountain and defeated the three elders and the leader of Wushuang Sword Sect who was already known as the best swordsman in the world.
And when he took off the concealing magic weapon covering his face, everyone was stunned. The person in front of them was none other than Wang Lin back then.
However, at this time, his temperament had changed drastically.
After defeating the leader of the Wushuang Sword Sect, he will use his sword to tear down the mountain gate of the Wushuang Sword Sect.
It wasn't until Duguhong appeared to dissuade him that Wang Lin put away his sword and left.
Then, not long after, news came out in Xuanyang City that the first-level master guarding the Hidden Sword Pavilion suddenly died.
Since then, there has been no news about this person in Daxuan.
...
The scene in front of him suddenly blurred, and He Pingan's soul fell from the sky, with a little shock on his face.
There really are people with such extraordinary talents in this world. If He Ping'an hadn't been pregnant with Yi Dan Pavilion, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to keep up with this person's cultivation speed.
Others didn't know what the sword madman went through after he was deposed, but he saw some of it in the picture.
He had been to the Demon Realm and was taught the magic sword technique by the Blood Demon Taoist Master, so his temperament changed drastically.
And he just relied on his terrifying swordsmanship talent, integrated the swordsmanship of Dao Demon and Dao Demon, and understood the way of sword intention.
No magic power is needed, as long as the sword is advanced and the will and mental power are strong enough, you can create an indestructible sword.
And the Blood Demon Taoist didn't help him for nothing. The prerequisite for helping him was to exchange a ray of his sword intention.
Later, the Blood Demon Taoist used this ray of sword intention to refine several sword pills, two of which were taken away by this sword madman.
Later, by chance, Jian Chi met Han Li. Han Li took pity on him and found his own path, and gave him some pointers. Jian Chi did not want to lose Han Li's favor, so he gave Han Li one of his sword pills.
When the last scene disappeared, He Pingan could already feel that the terrifying sword intent in this sword madman was no longer weaker than that of an ordinary true immortal.
In Yi Dan Pavilion, he unexpectedly saw Duguhong, a cold-faced swordsman. It seemed that he was actually quite cute before and not so cold-hearted.
Maybe it was because of the sword madness that his personality changed drastically.
As his soul returned to his body, He Ping'an received a reward: swordsmanship!
Understand the supreme mysteries of swordsmanship, and master all the sword skills as soon as you learn them. You can master them with just one touch. There are no bottlenecks.
When you practice to a high and deep level, you can realize the highest state where no sword is better than having a sword.
He Ping'an felt ecstatic in his heart. Although he did not have a fairy sword, he finally obtained a sword-related spell.
Following this swordsmanship learning, He Ping'an transferred all the sword techniques he had acquired to the clone of Ximen Chuixue, and he understood them carefully.
When these sword techniques are integrated and mastered, it will be the time when the clone of the Sword Immortal will emerge again.
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