Jianfeng, a mountain as straight as a sword, is black as a whole, as if it has been patinated with time, full of vicissitudes and a heavy sense of history.
This mountain peak is huge, more than ten thousand feet high, reaching straight into the sky. Compared with the thousand-foot mountain peak next to it, it is the difference between the ancestor and the disciple, who can only stand quietly beside it.
Looking from afar, everyone can feel the extraordinaryness of this sword peak.
It is covered with all kinds of flying swords. It stands silently, has no momentum, and has no brilliance. It is simple and ordinary.
It seems that it has gone through thousands of vicissitudes and years, and has long been washed away from the glitz and returned to its original nature, giving people a feeling of supreme state, extraordinary and holy.
Everyone looked at it and felt inexplicably, heart! Extremely quiet.
"This is the sword peak of our sect!" Jian Yunchang looked at it with a solemn expression. Everyone lined up behind him, and they were also very solemn.
"Come, follow me to the top of the mountain!" Jian Yun Chang crushed the white clouds and turned into a stream of light and flew straight to the top of the mountain.
Everyone followed closely and landed on the top of the mountain.
There is no vegetation or trees in the entire Sword Peak, only jagged rocks and the flying sword inserted in the stone sheath.
These flying swords seem to be sealed, their brilliance is not visible, the sword energy is restrained, they breathe together with the sword peak, and they are extremely silent.
Everyone landed on the top of the mountain, looking at the various flying swords stuck in the rocks, curiosity flashing in their eyes.
Suddenly, Jian Yunzhang heard a low cry: "I'll wake up the flying sword!" I saw a flash of light in his hand, and a flying sword with flowing light appeared, and he suddenly thrust it into the sword peak.
Suddenly, brilliance burst out, and the entire sword peak trembled.
Billions of flying swords clanked, and sword rainbows of various colors suddenly exploded out of their sheaths, roaring into the sky. In an instant, a shocking scene of thousands of swords flying together formed. The top of the head was densely packed like locusts, all flying swords shuttled back and forth.
The sword energy soared into the sky, and the sword was like a canopy!
Scenes like these are dazzling and exciting.
"Thousands of swords are flying together, why don't you hurry up and look for the sword of Zhongyi. After all the flying swords are sheathed, you can no longer look for the sword. One person has one sword, and the opportunity depends on your luck." Yun Chang shouted.
After hearing this, everyone rushed to the sky, chasing those flying swords that burst out with powerful brilliance.
For a moment, swords flew and people chased away, and the atmosphere became intense.
But there are still extraordinary people who have not done that kind of pursuit.
I saw Hao Yun standing quietly in the sky, with bursts of fairy light rising from his body, exuding overwhelming power, and said majestically:
"I am honored in the human world, and I can also be called the king in the immortal world. If you come into my hands, you will become an immortal weapon in the future!"
The sword is the opportunity for people, and people are also the opportunity for the sword. Those who are born extraordinary will have the supreme courage of "people are in the mortal world, looking at the things in the fairy world."
Hao Yun just opened his palm lightly and stretched it out in the air.
Not long after, three streams of red, yellow, and white light flew over and started fighting in front of him.
The last yellow stream of light forcefully knocked away the red and white streams of light and landed in Hao Yun's palm, revealing its bronze sword body.
Yang Ji took a quick look and discovered that the sword was actually a middle-grade Taoist weapon.
The middle-grade Taoist weapon has long been channeled. People choose swords, and swords choose people. This time, the sword really follows people's wishes.
Having obtained a middle-grade Taoist weapon so easily, Yang Ji really felt the power of a genius, which was so extraordinary.
Hao Yun held the flying sword, laughed, and then fell to the top of the mountain, no longer looking for the sword.
At the same time, Wang Tianli stood in the void, looked around and smiled: "I have the word "transcendence" in my heart. These two words can be raised infinitely. If you put them in my hands, you can transcend yourself with me. Taoist weapons, immortal weapons, and immortal king weapons are just a transition, and you will eventually follow me to the top! "
He also slowly stretched out his palm, and not long after, a stream of light flew over, and a silver flying sword appeared in his palm.
This sword is also a middle-grade Taoist weapon.
Other people's swords were submissive, but his own sword still wanted to bite the master. Yang Ji instantly felt that his Hidden Dragon Sword was no longer fragrant.
"Congratulations to Brother Wang, congratulations to Brother Hao,
It's really enviable to have a famous sword cast so quickly. "Li Qiankun stood in the void and said with a faint smile.
"Brother Li, you haven't made a move for a long time. Have you chosen a sword?" Wang Tianli said with a smile.
"There is a sword that suits my eyes very well!" Li Qiankun smiled and said, "The universe is in my palm, and the world is at my disposal! If the Qiankun Sword doesn't come now, when will it come again?"
Zheng!
There was a trembling sound of flying swords, and an arc-shaped stream of light shuttled over, whizzing up and down around Li Qiankun, then fell silent in his palm.
Li Qiankun held the sword, smiled, and put it back into the world in his palm.
This Qiankun Sword is also a middle-grade Taoist weapon.
The golden cicada of Zangkong Temple was sitting cross-legged in the void, with Buddha light emerging from his body and Buddhist principles lingering around him. Not long after, a sword flew over and automatically landed between his knees.
This sword is called Puzhao Sword, and it is also a middle-grade Taoist weapon.
Xiao Changsheng of the Changsheng Sect smiled in the air and said: "Time will not pass by, I will live forever in heaven and earth. I am here and the old sword is here. The sword of longevity is coming quickly!"
He waved his hand, and an ancient flying sword fell into his hand.
This sword is called the Changsheng Sword, and it is also a middle-grade Taoist weapon.
Fairy Linglong from the Shengxian Palace saw everyone looking for the famous sword, and she smiled sweetly and said: "The wind, rain, lightning, and four ways are manifesting, and Linglong will become an immortal in a hundred generations! Yunlei Sword, are you willing to go to the fairy world with me?"
"The Yunlei Sword is willing to worship the fairy as its master!" A flying sword with flashing electric light came from the sky wrapped in an electric arc, standing in front of Fairy Linglong, the hilt of the sword bent towards her.
Fairy Linglong smiled, held the hilt of the sword, and gently stroked the sword body with tenderness in her eyes.
The rest of the True Inheritance and Quasi-True Inheritance did not kill the Tao, did not obtain the origin of the Tao, and the Tao Yuan did not appear on their bodies, so they did not have such a large amount of energy and foundation to allow the Dao Tool to come automatically, and they all chased the sword of Zhongyi in the sky.
However, those who can become true successors are not ordinary people. Even if they have not yet killed Dao Jie, they all have great luck and great fortune. Many true successors have also quickly found famous swords.
Yang Ji knew that each Taoist weapon had its own temperament, so he did not chase blindly, but waited and watched, feeling the charm of those flying swords with his heart.
Only when the two have similar auras can they be compatible with each other. Only when they are used in the future can they be more tacit and more powerful.
The magic weapon is the third hand. You must choose carefully.
While Yang Ji was watching, a simple flying sword flew slowly in the sky, like an old man in his seventies or eighties, full of twilight.
"Ancestor, didn't you say you were tired of staying at Jianfeng? You want to go out and see the outside world. Why didn't you choose a Taoist just now and follow them away?" A childish baby voice whispered from a sword. out.
"What kind of status do I have, ancestor, how can I let them wave me away? Where can I put my old face?"
"Ancestor, if you don't take the initiative to manifest your power, they won't be able to find you. Don't you want to repair the sword body and regain its former glory?"
"What kind of glory... Those are all stories made up by our ancestors. I'm lying to you." A slightly sad old voice came from the simple sword.
"Alas, the next time those Taoists come, it will be a thousand years later. Ancestor, why don't you compromise with yourself once?"
"There is nothing to compromise. I will not take the initiative to fly into their hands. They didn't notice me. They can only say that I have no fate with them. Ancestor, I..." Before he finished speaking, he felt something on the sword body. different.
"Hey, Ancestor, you seem to be being held by someone."
"It's actually a mutilated top-grade immortal weapon." Yang Ji was shocked. He held the ancient broken sword in his hand and told its origins.
These words made the broken sword tremble quietly.
"Ah, Ancestor, he said you were the best immortal weapon? Isn't this the most important treasure second only to the Immortal King's weapon? So what you said before was true?" On the side, a flying sword with flowing light stopped, The sword body shook out a series of sword waves, and he quietly transmitted the message.
Broken Sword did not respond, nor did he break away from Yang Ji's hand. Instead, he fell silent, showing his ordinary appearance.
"Senior, I know that you were once extraordinary and a top-notch immortal weapon. Now that you have suffered the consequences of a broken sword, you are not willing to settle for mediocrity.
Are you willing to go out with the younger generation and build glory again? "
Yang Ji held the broken sword and saw that there was no response or resistance. He continued, "This junior is not talented. He is only at the peak of Yuanying and has never killed the Tao. But I am determined to kill the Tao and become the king in the immortal world. I can't." It’s an insult to seniors.”
As he spoke, he controlled the phantom of the Immortal King condensed by Cheng Xianzhi to penetrate into the broken sword.
Suddenly, an old voice was heard: "What's your name?"
"Junior Yang Ji!"
"Yang Ji? Your ambition is not small. You actually want to become an Immortal King! The fact that you can recognize me is a fate that has been established for millions of years. I have been sleeping in Jianfeng for an era, and I will go out with you today. Let’s see how far your ambition to become an immortal can go!”
"Thank you, senior, for helping me!" Yang Ji felt happy, put the broken sword in the void, and bowed his hand in salute.
