"Where is the Lord still sitting?" Chongyuan and others entered and exited Daofeng. They glanced at the top of the mountain inadvertently and still saw a person sitting cross-legged there.
"Yes, the Lord has been sitting there for almost a year." Hai Kun murmured.
A few of them went to explore the secret realm before, and they all returned safely decades ago. In addition, they also obtained a lot of good things in the secret realm. This mission can be said to be profitable.
"The wind and rain have been blowing for a year, but there is no movement. I think the Lord is almost turned into a stone." Wei Ming, a smiling young man, said.
"I think it looks a bit similar!" The elegant middle-aged Wei Fengda said with a slight smile.
At this moment, Yang Ji is indeed like a stone. To be more precise, he is indeed like a stone without soul.
He turned his soul into thousands of thoughts and scattered them. His mind wandered across the sky, looking at hundreds of rivers and earth, and traveling around the sun, moon, and stars.
He transformed into a human being with pure yang thoughts, chatted happily with mortals, and sat with monks to discuss Taoism. He even accepted a disciple outside the Wuji Taoist Sect's sphere of influence and passed down his skills and magical powers.
It can be said that over the past year, Yang Ji has really relaxed, enjoying the results of his cultivation and the beauty brought by the Yuanying realm.
It turns out that it is so wonderful to be able to travel through the world, to be given magical powers and to be worshiped as a teacher. There is also a different kind of expectation, wanting to see if the seeds I planted can sprout and grow.
When he really let himself go, his thoughts became more transparent. He jumped out of himself and looked at himself from an outsider's perspective. The problems that had originally bothered him were solved.
The inspiration for cultivation is like a fountain, and the previous confusion about cultivation suddenly becomes clear. The road ahead is clear and clear.
Blessed to the soul, the light in his mind never dissipated, and the Demonic Parasitism Technique, which he was only proficient in, actually reached perfection within this year.
This is all too incredible.
Yang Ji knew that he had encountered the epiphany that monks could only hope for!
A moment of enlightenment is truly better than a hundred years of hard work!
He thought these were just exaggerated words, but he didn't expect them to actually exist.
This demon parasitism technique is very extraordinary. It can turn one's own thoughts into "heart poison" and plant them in the hearts of others.
It can devour other people's hearts, induce other people's inner demons, and can also perceive everything in other people's hearts. No matter how far away they are, even in another world, as long as the mind Gu is there, you can always sense what is in other people's hearts.
This kind of magical power is really weird and extraordinary.
This is equivalent to a control technique. Once the heart voodoo is planted in the mind, Yang Ji can instantly know if someone else wants to resist, and then he can control the heart voodoo to devour his mind and torture him.
This demon parasitism technique is really a wonderful way to control people.
This magical power is specially designed for heavenly demons, because heavenly demons can turn into thoughts and easily enter other people's hearts, and can plant mind poison silently, which is difficult for other races to do.
Although Yang Ji is not a demon, he has mastered this technique to perfection. For those whose soul strength and spiritual will are not as strong as his, he can still be like a demon, quietly planting a thought in the hearts of others.
In fact, over the past year, his thoughts have become thousands and scattered, and he can be regarded as practicing the demon parasitism technique in disguise. He can peer into the world and understand people's hearts, so he can fall into enlightenment.
Although Yang Ji was wandering too far away, he still had a thought in Daofeng.
For the sake of experiment, he once planted a heart poison in the minds of Chongyuan and others, but they were unaware of it.
A heart poison was once planted on the Buddha boy, but a man wearing black robes and disheveled hair appeared in his mind. His eyes were deep and boundless, and the heart poison dispersed when he got close.
Yang Ji knew that the man in black robes must be a Buddha and a demon. He had left a Tao pattern to protect the Buddha boy.
After some experiments, he also roughly understood the power of the demon's parasitism technique.
A year had passed, and the day to go to the Immortal Sword Sect was almost here. Yang Ji began to retract his wandering soul thoughts.
After streams of light continued to submerge into his sea of consciousness, a dazzling white light emerged from his sea of consciousness, and all the pure Yang thoughts returned.
Yang Ji slowly opened his eyes.
At this moment, the space in front of him was torn open by a pair of big hands, and Elder Chunye stepped out.
"Young boy Yang, you look good." Chunye saw that Yang Ji's eyes were clear and translucent, his eyebrows contained spiritual light, his temperament was ethereal and agile, and he was full of energy, so he couldn't help but take a second look.
Yang Ji stood up, bowed, and said with a smile: "This disciple has been sitting quietly to rest his mind this year, just to wait for the elder's good news. With expectations, his spirit will naturally be good."
"It seems that you really want to get some benefits from the Immortal Sword Sect." Chunye looked at him with a smile and said, "Since you have raised elites, then come with me. I will take you to the teleportation square to meet those Meet up with the disciples who are going to the Fairy Sword Sect for the meeting."
"Elder, who is going to the Immortal Sword Sect this time?" Yang Ji asked.
"You'll know when you get there." Chunye grabbed Yang Ji and stepped into the space passage.
A powerful Mahayana man tears apart space, and takes only two steps in the void of space, tens of thousands of miles away.
Yang Ji and Chun Ye emerged from the void of space and arrived at the teleportation square 80,000 miles away. This was much faster than the teleportation array.
Yang Ji was envious of these methods.
At this moment, a deep voice came from my ears: "Everyone is here!"
Yang Ji looked up and saw three people in the square.
The leader was a majestic old man. Yang Ji had seen this man before. This was actually the senior sect member who appeared to rescue him in the hell training ground last time. Even the elders who punish evil were respectful to him and did not dare to be presumptuous. Obviously His status is not low.
Seeing the other two people, Yang Ji was slightly startled. He had actually seen them before.
One is a man with perfect figure, appearance and temperament, who seems to be the dream lover in the hearts of countless women. This man is Wang Tianli with a smile on his face.
The other person exudes a noble and immortal temperament, his eyes are smiling and full of wisdom. He is the true successor of Hao Yun, who is dressed entirely in Taoist tools.
This pomp was either the top Mahayana or the true teaching of Taoism. Although there were not many people, it gave the Immortal Sword Sect enough face.
"Junior brother, it turns out that the last person is you." Wang Tianli first greeted with a smile.
"I've met the elders, I've met the two senior brothers." Yang Ji saluted.
"This is Elder Ji Shen, and this is Taoist Wang Tianli. You have all met them before." Chunye smiled and looked at the majestic elder and Wang Tianli, introduced Yang Ji, and then looked at the true successor Hao Yun, "This This is the true disciple Hao Yun, this must be your first time meeting him!"
"We've met before!" Hao looked at Yang Ji and said with a smile.
"Oh, that's better." Chunye said with some surprise, "Since I've seen it all, I won't talk nonsense. Elder Ji will lead the team to the Immortal Sword Sect this time. If you have anything, you can ask him."
After saying that, he smiled at Yang Ji and said, "Boy Yang, I hope you can bring back two jugs of good wine for me!"
"Disciple, try your best!" Yang Ji said with a smile.
Chunye took one look, tore apart the space and left the teleportation square.
"Xiao Yang, come here and join the battle! Let's go to the Immortal Sword Sect." Elder Ji Shen changed his dignity and smiled gently at Yang Ji.
"Okay, elder!" Yang Ji felt quite flattered, walked over with a smile, and stood on the teleportation array with everyone.
Then Elder Ji cast a spell, and with a flash of light from the formation pattern under his feet, everyone disappeared into the square.
When everyone appeared again, the world had changed.
As soon as Yang Ji came out of the teleportation hall, he felt the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was difficult to dissolve. Looking around, he saw a scene of an immortal family.
The Immortal Sword Sect is as extraordinary as the Wuji Taoist Sect, with majestic mountains and rivers, waterfalls and springs, sacred trees reaching into the sky, ancient palaces and jade jewels floating in the sky, and divine rainbows coming and going endlessly.
There are longevity spirits in the mountains, puffing out smoke, and spiritual beasts flying through the sky for nine days.
The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the mountain peak in front of you. The mountain peak is like a sword, towering into the sky. Standing under it, there is an ancient, vast and sharp aura rising out and hitting your face.
In the middle of this mountain peak, there is a white jade stone step as straight as a sword, which leads directly to the top of the mountain.
Revealing an indescribably huge aura.
Just when Yang Ji was about to take a closer look, he saw several divine rainbows flying down from the top of the mountain. The welcoming team, also composed of four people, landed in front of Yang Ji and others. The leader raised his hands and smiled:
"Fellow Daoist Ji!"
"Fellow Daoist Lin!" Ji Shen replied with a smile.
The first person in the welcoming team was an old man with white hair and white beard, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. Behind him were three people, all dressed in silver clothes with black ribbons and long swords on their backs. All of them had extraordinary temperament and extraordinary postures.
The cultivation levels of these four people are Mahayana, Fusion, Transformation, and Nascent Soul respectively.
If Yang Ji guessed correctly, the identities of these four people were exactly the same as theirs. They were all elders, Taoists, true disciples, and a quasi-true genius.
The Taoist disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect made Yang Ji look at him a few more times.
This person has a wine gourd hanging around his waist, his hair is slightly messy, and his eyes are sleepy, as if he had just sobered up and was invited to socialize. However, despite his slovenliness, he still gives people a sense of free and uninhibited handsomeness.
This person looks quite young, but his aura is quite strong, as if he has seen through the world through hardships, has no desires and desires, and is carefree.
He seemed to have sensed Yang Ji's gaze. He turned his head and lifted a piece of hair hanging in front of his eyes. He smiled provocatively, winked at Yang Ji and said, "My name is Jian Xiaoyao. I'm free." You can come and have a drink with me."
When the elder named Lin saw his disciples greeting others on their own, he couldn't help but look at Yang Ji with a smile, and then said to Yang Ji and others:
"This is our sect's Taoist disciple Jian Xiaoyao, this is our sect's true successor Liu Changtian, and this is our sect's inner disciple Hu Buyu!" Elder Lin introduced them one by one.
The three of them bowed their hands towards Yang Ji and others, and then saluted Ji Shen.
Afterwards, Ji Shen introduced Yang Ji and others to them with a smile. Everyone greeted each other politely and looked at the mountain in front of them.
Elder Lin Meng said with a smile: "This mountain peak is called Yi Jian Peak, and these stone steps are called Sword Dao. There are ten thousand levels in total. All disciples of our sect must seal their cultivation and strength, and walk up the stairs in a mortal body." I want to understand the various moods and insights left by the sages on the stone steps. The implication is that one is to worship the sword path and know how to practice endlessly. The other is to set up the sword heart, follow the example of the sages, and strengthen my sword sect."
"This ten thousand-level swordsmanship is a meeting gift from our sect to you all!"
Elder Lin Meng smiled and looked at Wang Tianli, Hao Yun, Yang Ji and the other three.
"It is rumored that these 10,000-level stone steps contain the cultivation insights left by many predecessors of the Sword Sect. If you can resonate with the state of mind of those predecessors, you can gain a lot of benefits and condense the extraordinary sword heart." Wang Tianli said with a smile.
"Wang Xiannephew is right. If you can resonate with the state of mind of my senior swordsman, then you are qualified to visit my sword cave. If you can take away the swordsmanship, it is also fate." Elder Lin Meng said with a smile.
When Yang Ji heard this, he also recalled some introductions about the Immortal Sword Sect that he had read in the book "The World of Immortal Cultivation". Among them was the record of Yi Jianfeng and the way of swordsmanship.
Ten thousand stone steps correspond to a Mahayana longevity of ten thousand years. Every monk in the Immortal Sword Sect who has reached the Mahayana will choose a stone step and leave his own cultivation insights and mental journey in it.
Just understanding every bit of the past Mahayana cultivation is an extremely valuable experience. In addition, if you resonate with those predecessors, you can also visit the sword cave and learn sword skills.
This is a great opportunity. You must know that 99% of the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect cannot enter, and only the true disciples are qualified. You can imagine how important this meeting gift is.
No wonder, the sect would send Daozi Zhenzhen to attend the meeting, obviously not wanting to lose his dignity, but also wanting to gain some benefits.
"If the three wise nephews take up this swordsmanship, communicate with the sages of our sect, condense the heart of the sword, and be infected with the sword's intention, then the chance of winning in the sword tasting competition will be greatly improved. After all, our sect casts swords. But it is forged with "heart". Every sword is a fine sword made with heart. Only by understanding the sword with the heart of the sword can we see the essence of the sword through the fog and illusion. Elder Lin Meng said with a smile.
Yang Ji has seen some records in books about forging swords with care.
People from the Immortal Sword Sect may experience
Forge many swords, and there may be many swords stored in the storage bag.
But they will only wear one sword in their lives, and this sword is the sword that they always carry on their backs and has not been included in any stored magic weapons.
This sword is like a wife who will never leave her for life.
This sword is like a child, it can be nurtured with care and can continue to grow the day after tomorrow.
It can be said that the connection between the people of the Immortal Sword Sect and the sword is their "heart", and the sword is their most important thing. They are both teachers and friends, like wives and children.
Therefore, they often carry their natal sword on their backs, and the sword contains everything about them.
If they unfortunately die or die, their natal swords will be taken back by the sect and inserted into the sword peak.
Therefore, Sword Peak is also called Buried Sword Peak. Some of the swords on it are swords that have never had an owner, and some are natal swords left behind by the sages who died or passed away.
The disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect are practicing outside. Even if they are killed, others will not dare to take away their natal swords.
Because once the sword is sheathed, the Immortal Sword Sect will definitely have Mahayana take action, personally retrieve the sword, and punish the person holding the sword.
It is said that if you want to join the Immortal Sword Sect, you must first find your own sword in Jianfeng. This sword should not be looked at with your eyes, but with your heart.
If the aura and state of mind of a sword match yours, then you have found your own sword and can join the sect.
Elder Lin Meng said that if you follow the path of swordsmanship and understand the state of mind left by the Mahayana sages of the Immortal Sword Sect in the past generations, if you can resonate with their state of mind with your heart, then it will indeed match their sword heart and contaminate their sword intention.
So in the Sword Competition, it will really help Sword win.
This meeting gift is really good and has many benefits.
"After all, the three nephews are distinguished guests of our Immortal Sword Sect. If we don't want to take this sword path, we can fly directly to the mountain peak. All this will follow the wishes of the three nephews." Elder Lin Meng said with a smile.
"If we fly directly to the top of the mountain, wouldn't it be disrespectful to the ancestors of your ancestors? Besides, this great gift prepared by your ancestors is something we can only dream of. We are naturally willing to take one step at a time, step on the stone steps, and meet with the ancestors of your ancestors forever. , this is our honor." Wang Tianli said with a slight smile.
"I have always been curious about Guizong's sword cave and wanted to go in and have a look. Naturally, I want to walk around this sword path." Hao Yun said.
Needless to say, Yang Ji naturally had many benefits from practicing the way of swordsmanship, so he was naturally willing to take part in it.
At that moment, the three of them looked at each other, and they all sealed their cultivation, sealed 99% of their strength, climbed the stone steps with their ordinary bodies, and walked up.
The 10,000-level stone steps would be daunting for ordinary people.
Moreover, the stone steps of this kendo are extremely steep. If you are not careful, you will fall backwards. Every step requires concentration and foot strength.
Ten thousand stone steps are equivalent to ordinary stone steps of one hundred thousand or one million levels.
Fortunately, the willpower of Yang Ji and the other three people is millions of times stronger than ordinary people, so they can persevere easily.
Although they were halfway up, sweat broke out on their foreheads, and their breathing became much heavier, this was just the instinctive reaction of mortal bodies, and their hearts were still as calm as water.
Every step the three of them take, every step they take, will be felt with their hearts, hoping to resonate with the state of mind of the sages of the Immortal Sword Sect.
Yang Ji walked all the way and climbed the stone steps.
Through the golden finger, he saw [Hegemonic Sword], [Crazy Sword], [Soft Sword], [Lawless Sword], [We Only Sword], [Unfeeling Sword] on the stone steps... [ Hero Sword].
He wanted to understand their state of mind with his heart, but it was one thing to see it with his golden finger, but his heart could not resonate with their state of mind.
He kept going up the steps, and saw various "Sword Hearts" along the way. Undoubtedly, Yang Ji was incompatible with their auras, incompatible with them, and unable to resonate.
However, after Hao Yun climbed the 600th stone step, a spiritual light emerged from his body and he fell into silence.
Yang Ji looked around and saw a message displaying [Immortal King Sword]. It seemed that the original sage of the Immortal Sword Sect was also a person with great ambitions and had the ambition of being an Immortal King.
As for Wang Tianli, when he climbed the eight thousand stone steps, he stood still on the spot and fell into silence.
Yang Ji looked around and found that it was the [Transcendence Sword], the heart of the sword that constantly surpassed himself.
This fits Wang Tianli's state of mind. He is a person who constantly pursues progress and transcends himself. As long as he can enhance his own strength, he will strive to pursue it and find his own peak.
Yang Ji stopped and walked all the way up the nine thousand stone steps, but he never encountered a state of mind that matched his.
"It seems that Nephew Wang and Nephew Hao are related to our clan!" Lin Meng smiled faintly and looked at Yang Ji, "As for this Nephew Yang...eh!" Before he finished speaking, suddenly After a pause, he said, "This nephew Yang, there is also a spiritual light in his body. It seems that he is also destined to be a sage from our sect!"
Yang Ji was still sighing in his last breath. Is there no sage in this Immortal Sword Sect who has the same state of mind as him?
But after stepping up to the first step, the next breath, my heart suddenly throbbed, and a picture flashed before my eyes.
It was a mountain top, and it was a middle-aged figure. He had a peaceful expression, sitting cross-legged, and his soul split into billions and rushed out in all directions.
Yang Ji could see at a glance that he was wandering around the world.
Yang Ji exclaimed that it was no wonder. He had been meditating for a year before, and he had also wandered around the world and gained a lot of insights. His state of mind was not said to be detached from the chaos of the world, but it also seemed to be leaning in this direction.
This person is also like this, he is carefree, sees everything in the world, and understands the world.
Unable to communicate, Yang Ji could only watch him carefully and understand his state of mind.
Just when the middle-aged man retracted all his thoughts, he suddenly looked at Yang Ji.
Yang Ji was startled. At this moment, the middle-aged man smiled slightly and shot a stream of light into his brain.
It was at this moment that Yang Ji woke up.
After feeling the sea of consciousness, he found that there was a sword-shaped rune in it. He couldn't see anything strange for a while, so he stopped thinking and continued walking up.
When they reached the top of the mountain, they found that Wang Tianli, Hao Yun and others were already waiting here.
Lin Meng smiled and said: "Nephew Yang, which sage of our sect have you sensed?"
"I don't know who that senior is, but there is a sword talisman!" Yang Ji summoned the sword talisman from the sea of consciousness.
When Lin Meng saw it, his pupils shrank, he was suddenly moved, and blurted out: "It's that senior!"
